Frantic sex on the stairs [MF]

I had met Steph two weeks before. She was short, maybe 5’2″, and a bundle of warmth and energy. Her father was from Japan and her mother was half-Chinese, and she had beautiful golden skin that was smooth and warm. She was 22, I was 25 and we’d gone on two dates at this point. Ice cream and a long walk through a park, and then dinner and a drink.

Steph was very bubbly and very smart and it immediately felt easy to be together; we could spend hours walking and talking and laughing and not feel it pass by. She was interested in design and had a very cool sense of style and I admired that about her; she could speak at length about architecture and fashion and other things I know little about but liked learning.

We had fooled around a bit on our second date but could both feel a tense excitement going into our third, the nervous giddiness you feel when you’re about to be with someone you’re really attracted to for the first time. My parents were on vacation for a week and I was housesitting so we planned to buy groceries and wine and cook dinner and watch a movie there.

It was fun to be in the suburbs and play music and spread out in a nice kitchen, and the fact that I had grown up there made it feel a touch taboo. We bought ingredients for mediterranean kebabs and a salad and grilled the kebabs on the porch while drinking red wine. It was June and warm and stayed light late, and we enjoyed each other’s company and ate and laughed and felt ourselves getting closer as the wine dulled the nervousness we felt into a pleasant buzzing and we moved to the couch to start a movie. We curled up together under a blanket and started Grand Budapest Hotel, which I must’ve deemed artsy enough to suggest watching to this cool, cosmopolitan girl.

She wore orange overalls that exposed her arms and shoulders and I rubbed her shoulder and neck as she leaned on me. She shifted so that she was mostly on my lap and I let my other hand roam over her legs and stomach and at some point we dropped the pretense of caring about Wes Anderson and started to kiss passionately, spread out on my parents’ couch. She had short-ish black hair and I ran my hands through it; I remember the almost urgent squeaking/sighing noise she made as I kissed her and as we both got more and more turned on. She took my shirt off and I flipped us over so she was on top of me; we kissed deeply and I explored her beautiful, toned body, small enough that I could wrap my hands almost entirely around the back of her thighs and her back.

At some point I realized I didn’t really know how to take off overalls, and we giggled as she wriggled her way out of them and tossed them on the floor. She had on a black bra and silky black underwear and everything about her, her skin and smile and eyes and body looked incredible. She pulled off my shorts so I was just in boxers and we kept kissing and I picked her up off the couch to go upstairs.

To quickly describe what I look like, I’m 5’10” with dark hair. I go to the gym 3 or 4 days a week and halfheartedly lift weights and listen to an audiobook for 30 minutes and then go in the sauna, and I play soccer a lot. Girls often tell me I’m “cute”. I have what I believe to be a perfectly average penis.

We moved to the wall in my parents’ hallway and I pressed her against it and kissed her hard, letting my hand touch between her legs for the first time. I was so turned on and feeling the warmth and wetness between her legs made me gasp. She kissed down my neck and chest and pulled off my boxers and started giving me head, me standing up and her on her knees. It was surreal, standing there looking at the kitchen I ate oatmeal in before middle school, with this incredible girl bobbing her head up and down while I played with her hair. It felt incredible (and is so much hotter than getting head lying down, I’m not sure why) but I pulled her up, needing to finally feel our bodies together.

We got to the stairs and kept kissing and about two thirds of the way up I sat her down on the steps and kissed her neck and her chest, pulled down her underwear and went down on her. I slipped my fingers inside her as I did it and I remember her clawing at my back, hard enough that it really hurt but I felt delirious with how turned on I was and didn’t care. After a minute or two she pulled me up and asked me to fuck her. I think I’d carried a condom up with me because I know we used one but I didn’t go anywhere to get it, I must’ve just slipped it on there and pushed inside of her, her sitting angled on the stairs and my feet a few steps below hers. It was an incredible release of the sexual tension we’d been feeling since our second date and the position and where we were made it surreal. Our eyes locked and we smiled and kissed and I fucked her hard like that for a minute or two, she was loud and bit my shoulders and I grabbed her ass and wrapped her legs around my back, feeling how perfectly I fit into her small, tight body.

After a little while we started to slip and we moved to the hallway at the top of the stairs, too turned on to take the extra 20 feet to my old bedroom, and she got on her knees on the carpeted floor and I pushed into her from behind. I went slowly for a moment, holding her hair with one hand and reaching around and rubbing her clit with the other. She came like that, her breath tightening and her pussy clenching around me. This was incredibly hot and after a minute I started pumping hard into her pushing into her so she was on her stomach. I grabbed her hair with one hand and her chest with another and came harder than I can remember ever cumming before, pulsing inside her as we both lay panting and sweating on the floor.

We spent a great summer together and had some of the best sex of my life. She went away for work after that and it didn’t work long distance and we lost touch. But I think about our time together pretty often and how intense it was; a feeling I never want to forget.

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