He couldn’t get hard, and it made me want him even more. [FM]

We’d been flirting online for a week or so before he finally got the chance to come over. He looked so adorable in his pictures, and I was surprised to see how gorgeous he was in real life. In our text conversations, he was confident and charming. He told me I should get my roommate to leave before he came over, as I would be “screaming”. I couldn’t stop the wetness from dripping out of me when he sent that message. He was the perfect flirt: sexy and dominant without being creepy. I imagined what he would do to me. I hoped he would grab my hair and push me down onto my knees. I wanted him to grab the front of my neck and choke me while he kissed me. I pictured him ripping my bra off and pinning me down on my bed while he sucked on my soft tits. My nipples were getting hard just thinking about it.

He arrived at my place, and he was just as confident as he’d been over text. He initiated the first kiss by placing his hand on the side of my head and pulling me towards him. Such a classic move, and it gets me going every time. He was not fucking around; things got hot quickly. His hands were travelling up my thigh. I tugged on the collar of his shirt with one hand, and used the other one to explore underneath. He lifted me up and laid me down aggressively while I could feel his hand making its way under my pants and down to my (already soaking) pussy. He whispered in my ear, almost innocently, “Can I take these off?” I nodded and let him pull off my pants, along with the thing underneath. He continued to kiss me while he slipped a finger inside. I was practically ready to beg him to stick his dick in. He slid is finger slowly around the entrance of my hole. “Put it all the way in,” I moaned desperately. He looked at me and grinned as I felt two of his fingers plunge into my g-spot. I let out a moan that must have sounded like I was in pain. He paused and asked me if I was alright. I looked him in the eye and said in the most serious tone I could, “don’t stop”. He began thrusting into me slow and hard. I whimpered with each thrust, and I could feel my legs begin to twitch. I could barely kiss him anymore. He was giving me everything I wanted.

After a few minutes, I told him to lie down. I wanted to thank him for doing such a good job. I gave him one last kiss and reached for the band of his boxers. He helped me tug them off, but I started to notice a nervous expression coming across his face. I looked down. He was completely soft. Not even a semi. I let him lean back against the wall and starting to suck him off. From the sounds he was making I suppose he was enjoying it, but his dick wasn’t getting any harder. I tried sucking on his balls and jerking him off a bit, and still nothing. I sat up and asked him in a coy voice, “Am I doing something wrong?” This seemed to make him anxious. “No. Not at all. I’m sorry, this never happens to me. I swear… you’re so sexy. It’s my fault. I’m really nervous.”

This boy, who was previously so confident in his abilities, was now admitting that I made him nervous. I didn’t know I could make someone that nervous! This made me very, very horny. It was such an unexpected role reversal, where suddenly I was in this position of power and his dominant nature was turning into innocence and vulnerability. I loved it.

I reassured to him that he had nothing to worry about, and that it was out of his control. We ended up having a lovely night chatting and watching movies, but I can’t help but feel the tiniest pinch of regret for not telling him how I was really feeling. He deserved to know how much he was turning me on, and maybe it would’ve helped kickstart his engine…

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