I [f]ucked [m]y new running buddy

So I made a throwaway acc to post this story because I just had to share as it was one of the hottest things that has happened to me. So my sister and I live together and a couple next door moved in last year in December, before the whole covid-19 situation. We haven’t really spoken to them much, but my sister has briefly conversed with the girl – they’re only a few years older than us, mid-twenties maybe. Let’s call them Louis and Maddie.

About a month ago when I went on my morning runs, I noticed Louis would leave his house at the same time as me, but go the opposite direction. I ended up passing him everyday in the park, and we’d nod at each other, but didn’t say anything. I thought he was nice to look at, with curly black hair, pale skin, slight stubble. But as I mentioned, he had a girlfriend and was older than me, so I didn’t really dwell on this.

After about a week of continuously passing each other, one morning, I saw him waiting outside his house, before seeing me and jogging over.

“Hi, we haven’t really spoken yet. I’m Louis,” he introduced as we walked alongside each other.

“I’m May,” I said.

“I thought since you liked to run in the mornings I’d just join you, since we always seem to pass each other,” he said, laughing.

I loved his laugh. Fucking cheesy I know.

So for the next week, we ran together every morning, most of the time in silence, and sometimes we’d slow down into a walk and just talk. I thought he was really nice, he had a subtle sense of dry humour, and I felt excited about going for a run the next morning.

I didn’t hear him say much, or anything, about his girlfriend Maddie and I hadn’t seen her around in a while so I decided to ask him about her which resulted in an incredibly awkward rest of our jog. Apparently they’d been rocky ever since they moved in together and it wasn’t the right thing for their relationship so Maddie had gone to live with her parents again for a while. I felt like kind of a dick for asking, but the next morning things seemed to be back to normal.

Anyway, fast-track a few days later, my sister is staying at my parents for the weekend, and I’m at home alone. I had a kind of ‘why the fuck not’ moment which resulted in me knocking on Louis’s door and asking him to come over for dinner. In a completely casual manner. Despite the whole social distancing shit going on.

He said yes and came over a few minutes later with a plate of cold pancakes.

“For dinner?” I grinned as he came in.

“No, dessert,” he replied. “I made them yesterday and had so many leftover.”

We had the dinner I had cooked – some pre-made taco kit I whipped up – before retreating to my living room where we sat on either ends of the couch as I flicked through netflix.

We settled on watching a black mirror episode neither of us have seen, Striking Vipers. A lot of the episodes I know have sex in them, but I didn’t realise what the central premise of this particularly episode was, or that it would have created such an awkward atmosphere by the time the first scene came on.

I was suddenly amazingly aware of Louis’s unmoving, straight posture on the couch, and I tried not to look at him. Yes it was fucking awkward. But there was some kind of sexual tension and I didn’t know whether it was just me that felt it because I was starting to develop a minor crush or if he felt it too. In fact, I doubted that he felt anything at all. He hadn’t dropped a single hint before this that he was into me at all.

The episode finally ended and I felt like I could breathe again, when Louis asked, “so, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, the last was about a year ago now,” I said with a shrug.

He moved over on the couch and I felt my body go warm. He wasn’t even touching me.

“That’s good.”

“Why is that-”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

The way he said it so politely made everything inside me turn to literal goo. I’d never felt so fucking shy in my life and my cheeks were probably flaming at this point.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

And then he reached over and we kissed, his mouth working softly against mine, before my hand went to his cheek, drawing him closer. The side-by-side thing got uncomfortable real quick and I moved to sit on his lap, my knees on either side of him. We made out like this for a while, just a frenzy of tongues and lips, until I felt his hands move from my waist to my boobs.

“Take my top off,” I breathed.

He pulled it off my head, so I was left in my bra, and his eyes flickered to my chest, making my heart somehow thrum even faster than it was already going. My whole body seemed to pound with each heart beat.

I then tugged on his shirt, and he obediently swept it up over his head, discarding it on the floor. We went back to making out, more intense and furious than before, our hands travelling over each other’s torsos, his own slipping under my bra and massaging my tits, making my whole body feel like it was on fire. It felt so fucking good.

Louis pushed me off him gently onto the couch so I was lying down, and he pulled off my shorts, leaving me exposed in my panties which were not fancy or lacy. Just some plain white cotton ones that had a rip somewhere on my ass cheek. I barely thought about this then, though.

He pulled them down slowly, his fingers gliding so gently over my thighs, making me want to absolutely scream. He looked up at me, pushing back his curls.

“Can I?”

In response, my fingers went through his hair and I pushed his head towards my pussy, feeling his tongue quickly dart out and lick my swollen clit. I bucked at the sudden contact.

“Oh shit,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

My last boyfriend never ate me out, as he didn’t really feel comfortable with it – and I understood and respected this. But feeling the sensations that this boy was giving me was mind blowing. His tongue knew what to do and where to be, leaving me a gasping mess. He was about to insert his finger in when I stopped him, telling him that I didn’t get off on that. And that I was about to cum.

I sat up, the heat from my pussy swelling into my stomach, desperate to burst. I undid his own pants and he took them off, showing his boxers which revealed a very hard member that I quickly pulled out. I’d given head before, but I didn’t think I was exactly an expert.

I started by teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue and pumped my hand along its length, slowly at first. Louis let out a deep groan and his eyes squeezed shut. Then he brought his hand down to cover mine and pumped his length harder, as a way to show me what he wanted from this.

I went faster, and my mouth dipped onto his cock, eyes flicking up to him. He was now slowly thrusting into my mouth, obviously trying to hold back. I didn’t have a good gag reflex, so I appreciated this.

I unclipped my bra and let my boobs fall free, one hand still going at his cock. Louis leaned down and pulled me up, his lips attacking mine with vigor, traces of his cum still on my tongue.

“You’re so fucking hot, May,” he groaned into my mouth as we pulled away for a split second to catch our breath.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted him inside me. “My room,” I mumbled, taking his hand and pulling him down the hallway.

We collapsed onto my double bed, furiously making out, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it, making me curl into him, my fingers digging into his back. I jumped up, my pussy buzzing, running into the bathroom, before coming back with a condom.

“Inside me, now, please,” I said, my voice trembling from the effort of not cumming right then.

Louis rolled the condom on and aligned himself at my entrance, staring down at me while doing so, his eyes almost black with lust. He slowly pushed in, letting out a low grunt that had me push up in ecstacy, swallowing his cock until it was all the way in, his balls pressing against me. We paused for a moment and he leant down to kiss me, buried inside me, before pulling out and pumping in again, starting slow.

“It feels… So fucking good, Louis,” I cried out, my hands outstretched and gripping the bedsheets.

He bent down and sucked on one of my tits, his pace getting faster. I was moaning now, my hands slipping through his hair, and back arched. Suddenly he slipped out and rolled me over so I was on my stomach, then stepped off the bed, dragging my legs towards him. I propped myself up on all fours, understanding what he wanted, and felt him insert himself again, his balls slapping against me and hands gripping my waist.

I used one hand to reach up and play with my clit, rubbing the throbbing mound with such intensity, paired with the feeling of a cock being gunned in and out of me. My whole body was being overloaded with pleasure and I was about to cum.

“I’m going to cum, Louis,” I gasped, looking back at him, watching him ride me from behind.

“Hold on for a bit longer,” he said, his voice deep and slightly hoarse.

He took himself from me again, leaving me to groan in protest, my pussy so swollen and ready for release. I couldn’t wait. I honestly felt like every nerve inside me was about to implode.

He turned me around and pushed into me, his eyes never leaving mine, pistoning in and out, my own hips lifting to meet his at every thrust.

“Cum for me, May,” he moaned, slamming his cock into me, making me erupt.

My legs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside me as I let out the loudest moan – almost a scream – and my climax exploded, my pussy clenching down hard on his cock which was also spasming from his orgasm, a deep grunt leaving him. I felt heat surge through me, like an electric shock, and my legs trembled for a moment as I rode it out. After a few moments, we pulled apart, just breathing heavily and staring at each other.

It’s been very interesting ever since then, and if you liked this, I hope to post more. I really like Louis, and my experiences with him have included the best sex I’ve had to date.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fxnj2l/i_fucked_my_new_running_buddy