So, I’m sitting at this boring information evening and you’re right next to me. The funny thing is that the morning comes to my mind because it’s your birthday and we were together in the train and you didn’t tell me. In school a friend of you came to you to give you a hug and congratulated you. I felt ashamed that I didn’t know and gave you a hug as well. I enjoyed the moment I could touch you and I felt a *little excited* about it.
I’m lost in my mind, not realizing, that I’m totally starring at you right now. You look back at me and smile. My skin tingles my fingers are kind of numb. The urge to touch you is unbearable. I’ve never felt this way my whole life before. I want to touch you all over. Even the slightest physical connection makes me driving crazy, wanting more to feel of you. First I “*accidentally*” touch your leg with mine, as it raises excitement I can’t do anything else than laying my hand onto yours between our chairs. You seem not to like it and take your hand away. I’m feeling down, but then you look at me again and I obviously take your hand. You smile. This is the moment I realize that **you really must have been thinking that all those touches were actually accidentally**. I blush as I think it’s hilarious that you didn’t realize this earlier. The second thing which lets me blush, is the fact that i**n my mind we’re already some steps further**. After all the information stuff we move on to the apéro. **Lucky us**, there is **white wine!**
I grab a glass of white wine and convince you to take one as well, because… I mean… it’s your birthday. Actually, I didn’t have to say much about it because you wanted to drink anyway. We talk with random people but get back to each other again and again during the whole evening. At 10 pm I *tell you that I know a place not too far from where we’re now, which is beautiful and calm*. I manage to steal a bottle of white wine and stash it in my backpack so nobody would notice. We’re walking toward the river to this calm place, which I really love. We’re all alone here. I’m feeling a little drunk and sit down on a big rock. I take the bottle of wine out of my backpack and **you laugh in disbelief**.
I open up the bottle and hand it over to you. Again we touch and my stomach feels a slight tingle. You take a gulp and you’re sitting down right next to me. “Wow. Stunning place here.” He says. “**I know.. special place for special occasions**” I reply. You stare at me like I just would have said something really wrong or spaced up. “What you’re starring at? *You’re 22 today*” and I *blink* with one eye.. He laughs and it makes me feeling really warm and comfortable. I lay down my head onto your shoulder hoping you’d do a backlash. But you don’t. But I can feel that you’re using the muscles of your face in order to smile. I take your hand. My hands glide over your arms and I feel that you like it. I take a deep look in your greenish-brown eyes and you grab my waist. This makes me kissing you.
My lips are right on yours feeling every movement. With the flash of the alcohol this feels better than I’ve ever could have expected. My tongue glides over your lips and into my mouth. It feels like our lips are dancing together in harmony. Like we’d knew what the other of us is thinking. By this time I’m already very horny and excited. My hand makes its way beneath your tshirt and I kiss your neck. The neck I was waiting to kiss since ever I saw you *gently rubbing it when you once sat aside me in class and damn it turned me on so bad*. And **finally**,* I am able to get a taste of this amazing sexy skin*. I sit down onto your lap and feel that you’re hard. To feel this kicked me really off and I get very wet. I **rip** open the zip of your jeans and grab your penis out of your underwear so it sticks right out of your jeans. I pull down my jeans and my string just as much that I am able to put your cock right into my pussy.
I feel that you even get harder by the time you put your hand between my tights and feel my **wet, slippery shaved pussy**. I moan by the feel that it turns you on so bad. I sit on your cock and let it glide inside me. I start to ride you and you have to moan really loudly and *your facial expression drives me crazy*. I’m getting faster and faster *trying* to be silent, which seems as a thing of impossibility because you feel so good inside of me. But still we’re in a public place *(which makes me even more horny)*. You hold me by my hips and whisper silently into my ear “stop for a second I’m about to come”. This sentence kicked me off and I’m coming so hard flooding out a little bit. To to bear down my scream I bite slightly in your neck. I feel how my vagina uses all it muscles and rapidly you begin to move and you’re telling me in lust and exhaust how you’re just about to come. You’re coming inside me and I feel a slight dizziness in my head. **This. Was. Amazing.** I pull up my jeans and kiss you.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6b50x8/fmpublic_cute_class_nerd_fucks_me_outdoors_out_of
Pronoun changes are real awkward, please stick to second person!