First time being eaten out [MF] [public]

I (21f) was recently single, still a virgin, and in need of a night to blow off some steam by dancing.

Some friends (two girls and one of their boyfriends) invited me out to an Irish pub that turns into a club late nights. We went fairly frequently together and always had a good time.

This one night in particular, the boyfriend of my friend invited his cousin, we’ll call him P. I met P on the dance floor several drinks in, between sips of my vodka Red Bull. The music was loud and I only heard his name. He was an excellent kisser, and tasted like rum and coke. We both had several drinks and once we started dancing, our hips were joined.

After a couple hours of dancing and kissing and not-so-subtly grabbing each other in exciting places, we headed back to the apartment of our mutual friend.

By the time we walked/stumbled back, it was about 2am. P hadn’t intended on staying the night, but had a drink too many to drive. Given there was only one bedroom and one couch, 3 of us had to figure out our sleeping arrangement.

My friend insisted P and I take the couch, and she would sleep on the other side of the room on the floor. P and I didn’t argue, and we felt the best way to make use of the one blanket was for me to sleep on top of him, with the blanket over both of us. (Tipsy logic, amirite?)

After hearing my friend start snoring, we made out for a while while his hands explored my body. I could feel his dick get hard under his pants and I wiggled my hips to feel it on my crotch, still wearing jeans. Our kissing got heavier and his hands gripped my hips hard, pulling me closer to him. He didn’t know I was a virgin, and as excited and horny as I was, I wasn’t ready to have sex yet. Especially with someone I met only hours earlier.

I awkwardly broke our kiss and whispered, “I’m, uh…so I’m, … a virgin…”. He laughed, but I insisted I was. “Yeah, sure. Me too.”

“No really, I’ve never had sex. I’ve fooled around but never had a dick in me. And tonight isn’t that night.”

He looked really surprised. “Well, have you ever had a tongue on your pussy?” That sent my tipsy head for a spin, and I smiled big, “Not yet…”

He grinned and rolled me off him. I tried to head to the bathroom to clean up; I had been sweating from dancing and was suddenly self-conscious, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me close. Kissing me hard, he said, “I want to taste you as you are.”

I laid back on the couch and unbuttoned my jeans, he finished pulling them off. Butterflies filled my stomach. I had no idea what to expect, but I was excited.

P kissed inside my thighs and eased me into things. I looked down and couldn’t believe I had a man’s head between my legs. As his tongue brushed against my clit, I inhaled deeply and instinctively grabbed a handful of his curly hair. My back arched involuntarily. I had to be careful to be quiet so I wouldn’t wake my friend. If her eyes opened, she’d have quite a view. Not that she’d mind…

I let out a little giggle, still surprised this was happening. P lifted his head with a smile and said, “not a virgin anymore, hon.” “Get back to work,” I said, teasingly. He happily obliged.

I had only been fingered prior to this, and while I thoroughly enjoyed his tongue going in and out of my dripping pussy, I didn’t know if I could come from it. My breath was quick and desperate as I told him as much, to which he promptly responded by sticking a couple fingers deep inside me. His tongue focused on my clit, alternating between slow swirls (my favorite) and fast flicks.

The combination of his fingers and mouth working harmoniously was just what I needed. Hard and deep, fast then slow… I pushed his head down into me and he hummed approval. I started to moan and he knew I was close. His free hand grabbed my free hand, fingers interlocking, and the slow build crested like a wave into a huge rush of pleasure and sweet, musky juices.

My eyes finally opened to him leaning over me, and he kissed me. I tasted myself on his tongue, and that made it even hotter.

We fell asleep together on the couch, and exchanged numbers the next morning. I never saw him again, as he lived hours away from me. I later learned that he was a firefighter, which crushed me a bit because I have a huge thing for men-in-uniform. I guess rather than putting a fire out that night, he lit an insatiable one in me.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qf7iqn/first_time_being_eaten_out_mf_public