[You know the drill: to skip to the smut, head past the ******]
Some people change your life forever. For most people, their first love *definitely* makes a mark. Mine made a mark, left some marks, and changed me in ways I’m still figuring out. We’re going to call her Lauren.
Lauren was exactly what my suburban white parents didn’t want high school me fucking with – a very attractive half-Filipino girl who was in punk rock and drugs. She even had her hair died neon pink when I first introduced her. She was maybe 5’3″ tall. At the time Lauren was all of maybe one hundred pounds – very little fat on her but she was lithe and spontaneous. My very innocent, never-been-kissed self never stood a chance.
By the time we turned 18, we’d been on-again/off-again for more than two years. She was my first everything and I had that very special kind of puppy-dog love people get when they want to “save” someone who isn’t trying to be saved. (No, you can’t save them. I promise. Unless it’s from like… a fire). I thought I was some kind of hero for putting up with the lies, cheating, etc. Tl;Dr: we were *that* couple.
But the sex was legit.
Lauren got me into a lot of things. I suppose your first serious sexual relationships play a big part in what you’re “into.” One of the things Lauren taught me was how much fun almost-getting-caught-fucking is. Part of that is just, you’re teenagers. Your parents don’t want you fucking and those are the only beds available so. But while that annoys most people, we got off on it.
It started just after my 18th birthday. We had decided to meet up at a park and make out (make out here meaning anything we could do while keeping MOST of our clothes on). I’m 6’1″ and at the time I might have weighed 150 pounds (ah… youth). I was tall and stringy but what muscle I had showed through my minuscule body fat.
Once in the park, Lauren and I met with typically teenage PDA then made off to the trees of the park. It was summer, and bugs were there aplenty. But she was in a sundress and that meant she probably wasn’t wearing underwear and that is my favorite combination in the world, mosquitoes be damned.
**** SMUT AFTER THIS ****
As soon as we were out of sight of the parked cars, we were on each other. Her lips were so soft and her tongue was infuriatingly, intoxicatingly hard to pin down. The way she ran it over my lips and snuck it over my own tongue was maddening. Which was what she was going for.
Her hair was cut in a pixie, a fringe of faded orange where the last dye job still clung. It was plenty long enough for me to curl my fingers and tug to that point where her scalp prickled and she moaned. That’s when I knew it was time to move – first breathing hot air over her ear then her neck then nibbling and sucking.
Which is right around when some hikers started tromping up.
We paused and tried to look innocent, holding hands and walking despite the very obvious tent in my shorts and the fact her hair looked like she’d been hit by one of those spinning car wash brushes. As soon as we were past, we were back at it. She started stroking me through my shorts, using her nails lightly on the shaft. Through the fabric it was just a few points of pleasure sliding up and down the length of me. She quickly undid my pants and withdrew my dick. Then she squatted (it was kind of muddy so there was no way to kneel).
She loved my dick – in an honestly uncomfortable and disconcerting way. She told everyone in our high school about my dick. She would just lay and look at my dick. This girl had it bad for my dick. (We are still friends all these years later and, yes, she still sometimes talks about my dick). And she showed her appreciation with some pretty great blow jobs.
Lauren licked up the shaft with broad, slow strokes of her tongue that let me feel the roughness and the wetness and the warmth all at the same time. Then she began bobbing her head and stroking. I just let my head fall back as I luxuriated in the feeling. We had both come to realize I almost never came, though God knows she kept trying. I didn’t need to worry about lasting, so I could just enjoy the feeling.
Until ANOTHER group of hikers started walking by.
With no time to get my pants redone she just pulled them up as she stood and then leaned against me to keep them up. My dick was incredibly confused – it wanted to shrivel and hide in terror but also HOLY SHIT THIS IS HOT! SHE WANTS TO SUCK YOUR DICK SO BAD SHE WANTS TO GET CAUGHT my dick shouted at my idiot teenage boy brain, and my idiot teenage boy brain thought that was great.
As soon as they were past I redid my pants and she pulled me back out into the open fields of the park.
“Uh,” I said.
“If we lay down and I pull up the back of my dress and you pull your dick through your fly, we can fuck,” she said.
I looked around. There was no one in the field itself, but we already knew their were hikers around. And I could see families in another field across the parking lot.
“Uh,” I repeated. What wit.
She took my hand and put it up under skirt to feel how wet she was. It was dripping, my finger slid in easily, and I absentmindedly brushed her clit with my thumb, making her shudder. Well that was that. The minute I’d touched her my libido shoved a pillow over the face of my reason and snuffed it out.
“Okay,” I said.
We laid down and acted at being a cute teenage couple looking at clouds to find shapes. Then we rolled onto our sides. She lifted her dress. For a second I just rubbed her small firm ass. Then I unzipped my pants and, with some difficulty, got my boner through the hole. I scooted up to her, running the head of my dick over her skin and then between the lips of her pussy. I kept doing that until she whipped me a death glare and hissed “put it in!”
Yes mam. I slid in easily. There is something about the first thrust of sex, it’s magic. We both let out shuddering little sighs once I worked my dick all the way into her. Then I began to slowly, achingly slowly, slide in and out of her. This is the most pleasurable sex, from my perspective, but Lauren liked her sex fast and hard. She reached behind my and grabbed my pants to try and pull me in harder and faster than I was going. I tried to oblige but laying on your side in the August sun is not the ideal situation to try and fuck in.
She was clearly enjoying it even if she wanted me to change things up – I could feel her gripping me as I thrust. I reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit with my fingers. Every woman is different, but Lauren liked a lot of direct stimulation on her clit. So I rubbed as fast as I could and I felt her cum *hard* which always feels fantastic. She had to grab my hand out from her skirt and bite on my thumb to stifle her moan (I’m sure that was as much for my benefit as anything).
We lay there for a minute, breathing hard and sweating in the sun. I could feel her still pulsing in the afterglow of her orgasm. I twitched my dick inside her. As sensitive as she was she yelped. And she slid back along the length, making it go a little deeper. We both moaned and then she looked me in the eye and said “I want you to fuck me.”
I looked around – my reason was trying valiantly here – “but all these people…”
“Fuck. Me.” She said, and there was something about her tone that just flipped a switch. All my anxiety, my excitement, by resentment about our fucked up relationship, my mess of life – It disappeared and I just decided *you want to get fucked? FINE.*
I rolled her onto her belly and pulled her onto her knees in one moved, slipped my dick back inside, and just went to town. I wasn’t super strong, but I was a swimmer and I ran cross country, so I had plenty of stamina. And so I just fucked her from behind loud enough there was no WAY anyone would not hear. *We’re going to get caught*, I thought. *You could be arrested,* came another thought. *You won’t be able to get into college.* And with each thought I got more and more turned on.
She was shuddering and not bothering to try and quiet her moans. She was more braced against my thrusts at this point than holding herself up. And *knowing* that at least some of these people knew what we were doing, was just so fucking hot. She moaned that she was cumming and as I felt it happen I realized *I* was about to cum.
“Oh fuck, I’m close,” I moaned.
She slid forward off me and spun around fast enough it felt like she was just finishing the stroke as she sank me into her mouth. That did it – I came *hard*. I just knelt there shuddering and gasping as she swallowed it down. And then I fell backwards.
Post-nut clarity hits like a truck. Just as I would feel terrible as soon as I was done jerking off when I was younger, I was suddenly extremely aware that I had just had very loud, very public sex in a park. I sat up, looking around. But there were no cop cars. There weren’t even any people looking at us or pointing at us.
“Holy shit,” I said, flooded with relief almost as good as the orgasm. “No one gives a shit.”
She didn’t respond; she was laying back in her lovely little sundress, eyes closed, with a serene smile on her face. There is a particular beauty to a woman in afterglow. It’s a wonderful thing. I redid my pants, and then laid down beside her, basking in the warm sun. In a few hours, we’d be back to being *that* couple. But for a little while, it was alright.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i3v8z7/you_learn_about_yourself_fucking_in_a_public_park