Sex After the First Date [mf]

I was about to go on a date with a girl who would eventually become my next girlfriend, but she would not be the girl I’d be having sex with tonight.

The plan of that night was simple: I’d take my soon-to-be girlfriend out to dinner, then followed by a movie. We had ourselves a decent time. We talked about each other, the acting class in which we met, and got pretty flirty. By the end of the date, we were kissing in the front seat of her red Jetta.

As my hands slid under her tight jeans to fondle her cute, surprisingly thick butt while locking our lips in a heated exchange, my hands eventually touched along her wet lips and clit. As she began to moan, she quickly stopped herself and asked if we could take it slow and save more intimate activities for later. I was respectful and agreed to save it for another night. So I kissed her goodnight and told her I was looking forward to talking with her.

Now, I should say this, at the time when this took place, I was young, dumb, and full of cum. Aching to get it and give it whenever the opportunity would arise.

Not even an hour after parting ways with my skinny, blonde, dorky date, I received a text from a girl I thought I’d never hear from again. Although I did have myself a great time earlier that night, I could not help but give in to curiosity. So I read this late night text message.

“What are you up tonight?” M*****’s text read.

“Haven’t heard from you in a while. Nothing really. Just sitting at home. You?” This isn’t happening, I thought to myself.

“Just got back from a party. Kinda drunk. Want to pick me up?” M***** got straight to the point. I was caught off guard.

Yes, I had just ended my date with A******, but we weren’t official or committed to one another. Naturally, as an immature horn dog would do: “I’ll let you know when I’m outside.”

I made my way across town to where she lived and let her know once I was outside.

“Hey there,” M***** said as she let herself into my car. She had on this tight, low cut black tee and jeans. Her smile lit up as I said hi back. Her tits looked especially perky. “Let’s go somewhere and talk and hang out. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

I drove us to a park not too far from her place. We chatted a bit on the drive about what we’ve been up to since our last encounter and our only kiss. We parked in a pretty secluded corner no one would be able to see us. Once I turned the engine off, we immediately locked lips.

I moved over onto the passenger seat and began to run my hands up her shirt, down her pants, feeling every bit of her. She unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock and stroking it, feeling it grow the more she did it. We stripped down to absolutely nothing. Slipped the condom on even quicker. She was so wet I slid right in. Every inch of me inside her, she let out a little gasp into my ear.

I already had blue balls from earlier that night so I was fighting that urge to blow my load. I took it slow, trying to focus. Trying not to nut. My lips locked along her nipples, my tongue caressing them gently as I thrusted into her. “Oh god I can’t hold on anymore,” I thought.

I pushed deep into her, squeezing her cheeks as I filled the condom with every premature drop.

“Look at you,” she said jovially. She rolled to the side to then laid on top of me, catching her breath.

The funny thing about this particular blunder, where other might feel embarrassed, was that I was still surprisingly hard. She giggled when I pulled the condom off and I was still half-cocked.

After a moment or two of some passenger seat talk, she grabbed at my still eager cock. “Whats going on with him?” She said as she toyed with it.

“I’m ready to go again when you are, but I don’t have another condom though,” I wasn’t going to get another chance at sex, but maybe I could get it sucked up, right?

She got on top of me and without saying a word she slid it inside her. Every warm bit of her wet pussy was ecstasy. She was short too so she had much more mobility and comfort than I did.

She straddled away, going nice and easy, enjoying every inch of me inside her. Her hips twisting back and forth. Going back to front. She pressed her breasts into my face as she grinder away at me. I pulled her hair back as she began to go faster. Pretty soon I was thrusting along with her straddling, matching her cadence. It was cool night but we were working up a sweat. Beads of sweat were coursing along our skin. The windows were beyond fogged up by this point. Her moans got intense as we went faster. I gripped her ass again. Pushing it up and down with her straddling. She pressed my chest down as she rode me relentlessly. And before I could realize it, I felt a sudden rush come right out of me. My eyes rolled back as her straddling winded down. I felt even more drained that I did earlier.

As she dropped her head on my chest, my cock plopped out of her. Every drop of my cum dribbled out of her wet, raw pussy and onto my cock.

We laid there for a while, marinating in one another until 4am. We could’ve gone one more round but I realized I needed to be up for work in a few hours.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n8zxlo/sex_after_the_first_date_mf