She [F] Annoyed Me So Much That I [M] Had to Fingerfuck Her Brains Out

Few years ago, around this very magical Christmas time.

**Sleigh bell sound effect…**

I got straight fucked up.

After a 5-year relationship ended the worst way possible, I became a shell of a man who weakly shot down his friends’ many attempts at helping him rebound. No I hate strip clubs. Yeah she’s hot. Whatever. I wasn’t feeling wanted or worthy. I was in a bad, bitter place. Some of these girls I’ve hazily met before somewhere, and as pretty and sweet as they were, my low self-esteem became a chastity belt.

The farthest I went was taking out my friend’s cousin because she’s the one who approached me herself. Well, via IG message. And seeing her profile pic jolted my libido—her carefree blond hair waving at the windy beach while she covered her shy smile next to a friend… It was cute. And she had one where she posed in a skimpy Sky Blue bikini that struggled to curtain all of her, and you had this feeling that someone told her to ‘look hot’ and she felt embarrassed showing off her obviously built hips and slim stomach.

She was immediately the most forward girl I’ve ever met, straight up asking if “it was true I broke up” lol. After I confirmed, she became more bubbly and emote-y, and pulled up a memory of us meeting at a local show that I drummed in. Over the course of the week, my phone was filled with notifications from Miss Sky Blue Bikini. Flirty messages, pics of her laying on her bed spooning a stuffed animal and wearing loose pjs… I returned the favor while I was at work. Oh, I worked the night shift alone at a gym, so I basically got paid to clean up and work out until midnight. So I sent some really lame but hopefully steamy workout pics.

I was still zombified by my heartbreak, now it was just mixed with occasional horniness. I had no real attachment to Sky. We flirted, but I had 0 interest in dating or having to really care about anyone yet. Real talk, I needed to tend to myself for a bit but didn’t know it, so in retrospect, I might’ve led her on without knowing or intending. And it was too late because after we “ran into each other” in town (she made sure we did, honestly) I agreed to go back to her place. I wasn’t ready to fuck someone other than that unspeakable person I just gave 5 years of my life to, but I absentmindedly went along with the night’s itinerary.

Sky’s place was dimly lit but colorful. Her bedroom was quiet but felt like the eye of a sex-crazed hurricane. And maybe the dildos right there on the nightstand gave that away. She wanted me to notice them but I was like “wow, nice wallpaper.” I knew right there I wasn’t ready to hop back in a bed. Now I want you to understand that I didn’t feel cornered or pressured here. Sky was very understanding and respected once I finally turned down her advances.What advances? Hm, well…She excitedly told me her brand new set of handcuffs finally came in the mail. Furry pink ones. That was hot to hear, but again, wasn’t emotionally invested. It all seemed too on-the-spot and manufactured anyway, I don’t know. This is the most forward a girl has ever been with me, and the gift felt wasted on my unfortunate timing. And after she sat in my lap and told me how far she once put a certain toy down her mouth, my brain was like “this is hot, and yet I have no real drive to get her naked. can’t do this.” I responded in a way that let her know I was turned on, but had to diffuse the sexual tension. We talked for another hour about life in general, and then I went home and jerked it.From then on, Sky’s messages decayed and she even tried a bit of guilt flinging, I think. At first it was “I felt so embarrassed” and I responded basically, “Why? There’s absolutely no reason. You had me melting but I’m just not in the right mental space yet.” At 1pm she understood, and at 2pm she messaged me saying she felt unattractive and not good enough and I had to repeat this cycle.It got a tad irritating, but I accepted it since I was careless enough to let it get to this point. But here I was at the lowest I’ve ever felt having to puff up the self-esteem of someone else. We didn’t talk for a few months, just naturally fizzled out.*Until the party before Christmas, when all through the houseShe showed up wearing this hot dress—and a pout*

I figured I’d might see her (it was her cousin’s party) but I wasn’t avoiding her, so I said hi and that she looked great. Her curly blond hair and twinkling blue eyes looked gorgeous, and her slim legs sharply cut out from her short black dress. She smiled back, but oh boy, she had an Xmas agenda. I was the guy “who didn’t want her.” Every remark from her had a secret little poison dart inside it. Each time some girl even said a word to me that night, Sky would ask me if we were there “together.” She came off as pretty childish and did alcohol help that?

It, uh. It did not.

Was I at a holiday party or a high school prom? She made fun of what I was wearing and my hair… even though I looked the exact same as when we hung out. I did feel guilty that I apparently left such a bad memory for her even although overblown. Nearing the end of the night, with wine and bourbon in our bodies, we gathered around the piano singing holiday songs.

I broke off to the back hallway to check my phone that I left in my jacket pocket when Sky walks by and sees me in the guest room. “Sending nudes to girls on Christmas, huh?” I gave in and just went “sure, tis the season.” She got so uptight from that, called me an ass, and actually pulled the “Yeah, well, I have a bf anyway and he’s like 9 inches” card. Even for a 19 year-old, I felt like that was still pretty funny. Weird how he wasn’t with her tonight, huh? “I’m very happy for you. Lucky guy, you’re really hot,” said the bourbon, at which she full on blushed.

I started to walk toward her to leave the room and she muttered something under her breath like “apparently you didn’t think so . . .” and my brain went “oh my god, shut up” and my mouth said “oh my god, shut up.” I pulled her into the bathroom and pinned her against the wall. Her hand was on my chest and her leg was up before she even connected to it, though. I stared at her for a few seconds and the girl was panting. I almost didn’t kiss her because I was afraid she’d pass out, but her soft cleavage pressed against my chest as she inhaled my lips and let out one of the loudest moans.

Oh, no, she’s a performer. Of course she was.

I told her she had to be more quiet than that but my hand already snaked its way up her legs and led to another outburst. I put my hand on her mouth, sort of annoyed, to shush her. I felt like she was trying a bit too hard. I cupped her panties and rubbed her, which soothed her body and breathing. Once she soaked through her red and black panties, I pulled them down and played with her pussy under her short dress. Shockingly, she didn’t try to reach for my dick or anything and I wasn’t gonna just go for it. She collapsed against the wall, grabbed me around the neck with both of her arms and let me finger fuck her.

She gushed with every thrust, sending streaks of her own juice down her thighs. She hummed quieter and her face went bright red as my mouth toured her lips, her neck, her chest (as much as I could crane my neck down). She became inspired once I went that low, hurrying to pull down her shoulder straps and freed her tits. Welp ok. I had to kneel down a bit to suck her fluffy tit, but that let me slow down my ravaging of her insides. I used my other hand to rub her clit and focus on entering her deeper.

Sky hugged my head into her breasts as tightly as she could, I felt like I was gonna suffocate. She sank her body in rhythm to me and after a few hot minutes, her hips convulsed. While she came, **she bit me on the shoulder.** Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for clawing and biting, but this was so sudden and non-telegraphed—not to mention a random place to bite—I was stunned while she sank her teeth in and held there until she calmed down. Immediately after, Sky had this smile on her face as if to say “yeah, that’s right” while she pulled up her panties.

I was left behind with a hard-on but I was alright with it. Maybe that was me “making it up to her” or maybe mistletoe was a one-way street. Either way, she loosened up on me the rest of the night. When she was being driven back home, she texted me in the car saying “I know you’re going to relieve yourself to what happened tonight. Send vids.” And attached was a picture of her pulling her bottom lip with her finger in the darkness of the car. Her moonlit skit glowed and she was wearing red-framed thick glasses. The way she cropped the photo it looked like she was naked rather than just wearing a thin strapped dress.

For a few months after that night, she’d send me voicemails of her masturbating, which was hot. And we hung out twice, but didn’t fuck. She still held this attitude of superiority and basically wanted me to do what I did at the party each time, while also playing this dom angle of “your cock is mine and you do what I say” that didn’t work for me. We sucked each other off mostly but we didn’t survive Valentine’s Day. She left some voicemails that made me think she was psychotic. Through the grapevine, I hear she’s more unstable than I’d ever thought.

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