This story is from a particularly chaotic phase of my life that led to many bad decisions, also known as my 20s. The story is completely true but certain details may be modified to protect the parties involved and because my memory is shit sometimes. Anyway I met Gina where I meet most women, on the world wide web. She’s the type of girl that has a meme for her profile pic and if you really investigate you can find like 4 pictures of her on the entire internet. Very understated beauty, not really interested in showing herself off. I found that compelling and I also wanted to get laid, so I reached out to her.
If I could describe Gina as succinctly as possible, I would describe her as a 5’2” petite, Mexican girl with a shaggy, dark pixie cut and the soul of Kurt Cobain trapped inside her body. Her clothes, her hair and her living quarters were all grungy as hell. She looked like she smoked more weed than she ate food. All I knew about her was that she liked to draw intentionally ugly comics and she had the most stunning brown eyes I’ve ever seen.
Her response to me, a strange man, asking if she wanted to hang out with no prior meeting was a very chill “Sure, man.” Our date, if you can call it that, was to happen in her home. It seemed very possible one of us could be a serial killer but neither seemed to mind. When I knocked on her door I was holding a bottle of wine because I have no idea how to be chill. She opened the door, greeted me awkwardly and led me to her bedroom.
Upon entering I could tell immediately that I was overdressed and should’ve opted for a six pack or a 40oz. This girl listened to trap music and slept on a mattress on the floor, I wore a button-up and chinos. I offered her wine and she said she didn’t drink much but welcomed me to crack it open and drink it myself. Meanwhile she pulled out a glass pipe and started smoking like a chimney. So right off the bat our wavelengths were out of sync, to put it generously. We spent a good hour or two chatting, circling around topics we found interesting but never really finding much common ground. That is, until I perused her bookshelf.
I found a lore book from a relatively obscure game I was obsessed with and I turned to her, thrilled. She lit up and told me it was her favorite video game of all time. That’s when things started to pick up; she showed me her other books including a book on quantum physics that she was apparently reading for fun (psychotic, I know). I was getting a much broader look at who she was, beyond the crusty laundry piles and baggy hoodie.
It was at this point I realized that I had finished the whole bottle of wine and she was also pretty blazed. As we were talking she told me about her recent foray into dating. I guess her roommate had been encouraging her to come out of her shell and “ho out” a little. Obviously I was on a similar mission so I asked if I could join her on her extremely messy bed. She agreed.
As I crawled up and she laid back, I looked into her gorgeous brown eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. She seemed almost surprised despite me doing it very deliberately. Probably the weed at play. Anyway I asked her if that was okay and she said, “Mhm.” So I continued to kiss her on her neck, resting one hand on her hip and the other behind her head. She gasped this cute little gasp like no one had ever touched her before.
Gradually, I worked my hand up her side until it was under her shirt, my fingers running along her ribs just under her breast. I kept teasing her, kissing her neck, running my hands all over her but never quite going for it. Finally I shifted my hand to the crotch of her pants and pressed my palm against her firmly, running my fingers up and down as she moaned into my mouth.
I took that as my cue and unbuttoned her pants, feverishly ripping them off of her, along with her underwear, as she raised her hips off the bed to help me. Don’t ask me why but seeing a woman naked from the waist down really gets me going. I love tits as much as the next red-blooded American, but if I see a woman wearing a crop top and nothing else my resolve absolutely crumbles. And here she was, this stoner princess looking into my eyes almost self-consciously while I slowly drew her legs apart and kissed her thigh.
In that moment I was hers. I was intoxicated. I mean I actually was intoxicated but I was also deeply, deeply horny, and so was she. As I kissed up her thighs she seemed like a deer caught in the headlights, but she didn’t close her legs. She just watched intently. If I were to guess, I would say nobody had ever gone down on her before, which is pretty fucking wild since she was in her 20s but it’s all good. She watched me kiss closer and closer as if she was watching a nurse draw blood, this riveted tension taking over her face. I looked up at her, slowly breathed her in, and began to run my tongue up and down her slit. Her head rolled back almost immediately as she tried her best to stifle her moans. I am by no means a master of my craft but goddamn if her reaction didn’t make my dick and my ego grow 3 sizes on that day.
Spurred on by her veiled, timid lust I flicked my tongue steadily across her clit again and again until I felt her flat stomach begin to tense up. I stayed on that rhythm as I slid my hand up her chest, cupping her as I gently teased her nipple between my thumb and index finger. Her legs clenched but not fully as her back arched and her butt lifted off the bed. At the tail end of her orgasm I eased off her clit and went back to licking her up and down in a steady motion as her body rose and fell to meet my tongue. Her legs spasmed a few more times before she finally relaxed and pulled me back up to her face.
“How’s it going?” I asked like an idiot. She flashed me this cute half smile and shook her head, fiddling with my pants. I assisted her in whipping my dick out and we both sort of wordlessly decided we were going to have unprotected sex (fantastic idea, I know). As I pushed into her she squeezed her legs around my hips and put her arms behind my neck, over my shoulders. It was surprisingly intimate for an awkward hookup. Every few pumps she would let out short, stifled moans and her grip would tighten until we were embracing.
After a few minutes I realized I really wanted to see her naked so I backed out of her arms to pull her hoodie and her shirt over her head. I unhooked her well-worn bra with one hand while she unbuttoned me and helped me out of my shirt. A few fumbling moments later we were both totally naked under her comforter. Her tits were cute, probably a good B cup with slightly bigger brown areolas. She had a few very questionable tattoos spread across her body but otherwise she had a great little body.
While I gazed over her she turned her head and kind of hid under her shaggy bangs. I took her wrist in my hand and turned her on her side, getting into the big spoon position behind her on the bed. Running the tip of my cock back and forth through her wet pussy, I finally pushed in from behind. As we pumped our hips in unison I wrapped my arms around her and felt her up from behind. Using one of my knees to prop her legs open I slid my hand down to her clit, circling it with my middle finger while fucking her deep.
At this point she was having a much harder time maintaining her composure and was openly grunting and meeting my thrusts. I told her I was getting close to coming and asked if she cared where I did it. Her response was simply, “I’m not on birth control…” as if she didn’t care but wondered if I did. My deeply horny monkey brain told me to keep fucking her and she kept fucking right back. I was pushing my dick all the way inside this girl, on the verge of getting her pregnant on our first meeting. I told her again I was going to come soon, she responded, “Mhm. Mhm.” Like she was getting ready for it.
It was like a game of chicken but we both wanted very badly to lose. She was pushing her body tighter and tighter against me like she wanted me to cum right into her cervix. Fuck it, I thought. I was at the point of no return and started pounding her while playing with her clit. Her body once again tensed up and shook as she came on my cock. Just as I began to feel my dick pulsing I accomplished a small miracle: I pulled out of her exactly as I spurted several ropes of cum all over her thigh. Crisis averted (don’t try that one at home, kids).
Afterward we got cleaned up and she told me she was glad I pulled out but admitted she wasn’t going to make me, despite the fact that she definitely didn’t want to get pregnant. I told her that she definitely could not count on me to reliably pull out if she said shit like that to me. Despite the fact that we ended up having very little overall chemistry we ended up seeing each other several more times. Like the idiot I am I ended up pumping her full of cum at least 5 or 6 different times before we finally stopped seeing each other. Turns out we didn’t have enough in common other than our compulsion to breed like rabbits.
Anyway thanks for reading, I have a lot of true stories like this as well as some fantasies I’d like to write about some day. Please let me know if you’d like to read more from me, I’d like to hone my craft a bit as a smut writer.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/irjxa2/mf_my_first_date_with_a_stoner_chick
The story and writing is great man! I like it a lot. I wish there was more dialogue, but judging by your description of her being baked and kinda shy I’m guessing she wasn’t saying much. Sounds like you should meet up with her more often. Glad it was a success.
So how was the bush? She have decent grooming habits downtown or did you navigate through a forest?
I loved that. Thanks for writing it!
Awesome mate.
What’s the obscure game you’re obsessed with?
Knowing you two bonded sexually over Fable makes this whole story even better.
Your writing was excellent, by the way.
> I found that compelling and I also wanted to get laid, so I reached out to her.
I was sold right there. Also, was this late 90s/early 2000s? I swear there were a million of this girl around then, right down to the weird “ugly comics” thing.