A Morning Run [M 18, F 19]

The only crush I ever had in high school was on a girl one year older than me. Her name was Ivy, and she was, frankly, the prettiest girl I had ever seen.

Ivy was short, about 5’5″, and my 6′ self towered over her. Other than some red lipstick, she never wore any makeup; her natural freckles and red cheeks gave her a natural, cute beauty. She had brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders, although she often kept it in a bun. Her torso looked like a “V” thanks to years of cheerleading, but her hips were wide and made for childbirthing. This juxtaposition gave her a pear shape from the back, although, if you were looking at her backside, you were probably looking down a bit. Her wardrobe of tight jeans and booty shorts complemented her ass, which was so thick that it jiggled when she walked. Her thighs, too, were erotically big and soft – all I’ve ever wanted be is between them. Her breasts, conversely, were small: unless she was wearing a particularly tight shirt, you would probably miss them.

Ivy and I had a lot of classes together during my junior year, and became close friends very quickly. I sat next to her in every class, and relished every moment I spent with her. I snuck peaks at her fairly often though, and I’m certain she caught me a few times, but she never did anything about it. In fact, she might’ve been into it. Once, on a field trip to a lake, she swam up to my kayak and floated on her back, eyes closed, soaking up the sun. Her top slowly moved down due the waves, and I sheepishly stole glances at her small, exposed tits. They were beautiful: the areolas were as big as my thumb and pink as my nail, and her nipple stood upright due to the cold water. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes before climbing into my kayak… there’s no way she didn’t notice my boner.

Alas, I never shot my shot. She graduated, I graduated, and we went our separate ways. Even in college, she plagued my mind. I would masturbate to images of her almost daily, and my journal was filled with descriptions and drawings of her goddess-like figure. Despite my incel-like obsession, I had no hope that I would ever see her again. But I failed to consider the fact that our winter breaks lined up, and that she lived in my neighborhood at home.

It was the first day of winter break, and I was going for a morning run. My route ran all around my neighborhood, and took about 20 minutes to complete. 15 minutes in, I was chugging along, when, across the street, I see Ivy in her driveway. *Of course*, I thought. *I’m an absolute idiot! She lives here! Go on, make conversation!*

I sprinted to Ivy, hoping that I could catch her before she went inside. She looked sweaty, too, and she was dressed in a sports bra and leggings. Maybe she had just come home from the gym? I couldn’t ignore those tits and thighs – I felt blood rush to my cock as I ran, and I shoved my hands in my pockets to hide my erection as I slowed down to meet her.

Ivy saw me before I saw her, and the cutest smile ever formed on her face. “Writer!” She shouted. “It’s been so long!”

“Yeah, too long,” I said as I walked up to her. “How are you? How’s college?”

She giggled and glanced down. *Oh no*, I thought. *Did she notice my cock?* Looking back up, she said, “It’s alright. You know the drill: classes, studying, and exercise.”

“Day in and day out,” I responded with a chuckle. It was good to talk to her again. It was good to *see* her again. “When did your break start?”

We went back and forth for a couple of minutes, swapping stories and catching up. I couldn’t help myself from looking at her chest, especially given her sports bra. I swore I could make out her nipples, which were indiscreetly erect from the cold. But then it happened – she finally caught me. Or, rather, she finally said something.

“You keep looking at me, just like you did in high school.” Her tone was playful and flirty, and, God, it turned me on.

“Oh! Sorry, I-”

My response was cut short by her finger on my lips. “I kept dropping hints that I was into you. Why didn’t you ever ask me out?”

“Oh, well, I-I guess I never noticed your ‘hints.'” *Great. Now she thinks I’m mentally challenged.*

“Dude,” she responded. “I flashed you.”

I blushed. She totally flashed me.

She smiled and took my hand. “It’s ok. I’ll give you another chance.” She led me away from the cold into the warmth of her house. My heart was beating fast. Was she about to have sex with me? Was this a joke? Would it be a one-time stand or a long-term relationship? I was snapped out of those thoughts by her ass, of all things. As we walked through the halls into her room, I watched it bounce up and down with her steps, mesmerized.

Soon, I was sitting on her bed and she was right next to me. We were both still sweaty and fully clothed, and I worried about getting sweat on her sheets. She didn’t seem to care, though, as she laid down and spread herself over the mattress. She let out a sigh, relaxing all of her muscles. “Do you get tense after workouts? I’ve always had a problem with it.” I nodded my head – I was too turned on to speak. She had her arms above her head, which was causing her sports bra to slide up, revealing tan lines on her chest. I could just make out the bottoms of her areolas. Meanwhile, her legs were spread, and her tight leggings hugged her mound.

She noticed me looking (again) and giggled. “Wanna have sex?” My heart was pumping, my face was burning, and my dick was the hardest it had ever been.

“Yes,” I said.

Ivy quickly rolled on top of me and took my shirt off. She rubbed her chest against mine, kissing me wherever she could. Even through her top, I could feel her tits on my chest. I slid a hand down her leggings and felt her asscheek – it was just as soft as I always thought it would be, and I couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze it as hard as I could. She stopped humping her chest on me and sat up straight, her groin right on mine.

She tried to take off her bra, but it was so wet from the sweat that she had to peel it off. Her small, pale tits were revealed, hanging on her otherwise tan chest. I pulled her closer to me and started suckling on her right nipple, sliding my hands down her pants again as I did so. She hugged her chest to my face, sighing as I sucked. Eventually, I worked my hands underneath her panties. She got the memo and fell back.

I laid there, still speechless, as she laid on her back next to me. She lifted up her legs so that I could see her ass as she removed her pants, and I watched in earnest as she rolled them off of her legs. She threw the pants, which had her panties in them, at me, and slowly began to spread her legs. She revealed her shaven-smooth crotch and her pussy: it was small, as were her labia – I could see her clit with ease – and it was perfectly pink, like rare steak.

She got on her knees and started crawling towards me – not towards my cock, but towards my face. As she wrapped her soft thighs around my head and put her pussy on my mouth, I experienced the most bliss I had ever had. I started eating her out, holding pushing her ass into my face, and she let out moan after moan. Her crotch still on my face, she laid back on my stomach.

When I had my fill, I stopped eating. Ivy pulled her crotch back, and I noticed that her pussy was now logged with her thick substance. There was only one thing to do now. Ivy got off of me as I slid my pants off. My dick sprang up like a catapult, and Ivy let out an audible gasp. I was pretty impressed, too – I don’t think I’d ever seen it that large.

Ivy placed one hand on my chest and leaned against it as she mounted me. With her other hand, she reached behind her as and aligned my cock with her pussy. Her fluid dripped down onto the head of my penis, and, after taking a breath, she sat down.

I was in heaven. Ivy’s wet pussy felt like ambrosia. She was breathing heavily, smiling, and bent down to kiss me on the lips. She moved her hips up and down, moving her tight pussy along my shaft with ease. I was worried that there would be too much friction, but she was so wet that she lifted up and came down with ease. Her chest and face turned red and she bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans. I put both hands on her ass and helped her slam down on my cock, until, eventually, it was time to finish.

I got off the bed and stood next to it while Ivy rotated her body so that her legs were off while her torso was on. I lifted up her thighs to my cock so that we could finish in the missionary position. I slid my cock in her once more, and started moving it in and out, slowly at first. As I sped up, her tits started to bounce on her chest, and the sound of my balls hitting her crotch echoes through the room. I thrusted harder than I ever have before, taking pleasure from every stroke, touch, and moan we shared. I bent down to kiss her and exploded. She quivered as my semen spread through her, going from her pussy to her stomach. Cum dripped out of her vagina onto the floor, but we didn’t care. I pulled back from kissing and stood up, my cock still in her. There she was, the prettiest girl I had ever seen, her pussy covered in cum, her chest rising up and down for breath, her face red from excitement. She was beautiful, and she was mine.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/klmjqw/a_morning_run_m_18_f_19