My Gamer Virgin [FM]

Note: The upcoming event I will be narrating was probably one of my more “naughtier” encounters with a virgin. It wasn’t particularly kinky or dirty, but it does make me smirk when I remember it today. It should go without saying names in my stories have been changed.

I posted my first story in another subreddit, but was told to post true stories here.

Also non-face photos of me are in my history for any visual references as well as my first retelling. Enjoy!

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I had been involved in improv comedy for a couple of months at this point. It was a small group of students at my college who got together once a week to do spontaneous scenes and comedy games. We hadn’t planned on doing a show, but we did take improvement and feedback seriously.

Well, the week came where we wouldn’t have access to the theater. Many of the drama students were having to do their projects in which the improv group members agreed it would be best if we didn’t interfere. The only other woman in the group, Adrianna, volunteered her basement at home which had a small stage for her dad’s band. Admittedly we didn’t need a stage, but most of us liked getting used to performing on one.

We got her address and carpooled over there on a Tuesday when we got out of class. I rode with Adrianna and chatted. She lived on campus, but her house wasn’t more than twenty minutes away. Like most students at my university, her parents were a bit more well off. But I never got a snooty or spoiled vibe from her. She let me know her younger brother would be there, but he probably wouldn’t bother us.

My interest didn’t immediately peak. It’s not like I was some hunter for fresh boy meat…. I don’t think. Anyway. I only casually asked about him since her brother never got mentioned before then. He was a senior in high school, but not very social. She said she tried to get him to come out with her a few times after he had his eighteenth birthday, but he elected to stay home and play video games. I laughed at the familiarity.

We all pulled up to her house within a few minutes of each other. She did the hospitable actions of showing us around and introducing us to her parents before they left for a dinner with their colleagues. Her brother got called down to meet the guests.

A young man in a black World of Warcraft t -shirt descended the stairs. Adrianna introduced Riccardo, to which he said “just call me Rick”. It seems he wasn’t as into their boisterous Italian heritage as his sister. He wasn’t as dark skinned as his her either and had a different build. Where Adrianna was extremely plump and curvy, he was more average with some slight extra weight. But they did share the same wavy black hair and dark eyes.

One of the improv guys, Casey, said Rick should watch us practice and could even join our meeting. Adrianna encouraged it along with the rest of the group. It seems the others caught on to Rick being more of a introvert.

Being a Tuesday, I mentioned the servers were probably still down for WoW since they had been dropping some major patches after the last expansion release. Another guy, Jose, agreed. So we had a new temporary member among us.

The meeting went well. We played a few easy games to get Rick into the flow. He did really well and had a humor that just about matched his sister’s. After about an hour, this kid had opened up. He offered us some bottled water from upstairs. Finally sinking into my promiscuous role, I said I’d help him carry them down. My intentions were not so pure.

Once we went upstairs and crossed the house, I began smiling and dropping suggestive comments. He was clearly unsure of my intentions at first, so I made it more obvious. I ruffled his wavy fluff of hair and began nudging him and asking him when he was going to show me his best toons on WoW. Totally dorky, I know. But I was once a more avid player and knew it would be easy ground to cross towards him. I could tell he was nervous since he repeated a few of the same statements about what he normally plays and his roles, but he kept it pretty together.

We gathered up the bottles and headed back. Honestly I have no idea where this boldness came from in me, probably I was still in my improv mindset during the break. But when we reached the door, I stopped him and looked him in the eyes.

“Rick, are you a virgin?”

He didn’t turn red from what I could tell with his complexion, but he did seem shocked. Admittedly I couldn’t believe I had came out and asked it. The previous three just happened into conversation. I guess I was more eager this time.

He didn’t stammer or stutter. He just hesitated and went “Um, yeah.”

I opened the door and grinned. “I’ll change that if you want.” I had made my way down the stairs before giving him time to answer.

The meeting ended and I managed to steer Jose into getting Rick’s battlenet before we left. As expected, within a couple of hours of the servers being back up Rick added me stating he’d gotten mine from Jose. This was one of the examples of why I felt like such a conniving slut. I totally knew one of them would mention me being a player as well and either 1) Jose would offer my ID or 2) Rick would ask for it. Looked like my offer had intrigued the boy as he asked for it.

For the first time, I shamelessly dove into teasing this guy. We ran a few dungeons on alts with Jose, but I’d send some pretty devious whispers. It was hilarious to send a whisper and see his character stand still as it got attacked as he feverishly tried to reply. Each time he claimed lag to Jose. I played along and told him it was okay in party chat.

This went on for the rest of the week. Over the weekend he told me in whispers he was coming to campus. He’d let his parents and sister know he thought about applying since Adrianna seemed to like it so much. But he admitted to me he just needed to be with me; he couldn’t take it any more.

Good lord just remembering reading that makes my toes curl and pussy ache. I’d corrupted this poor guy into lying to his family so I could pop that cherry. I was becoming a monster. A horny, virgin destroying monster. Fuck I loved it.

The next week passed. I made it through an improv meeting yelling in my head I was going to fuck my group mate’s little brother and she had no idea. I almost felt guilty. In some ways I felt like I abused her trust to get laid. Then I reminded myself Rick was an adult and I hadn’t done anything wrong. But occasionally I played the trust line in my head for that throb of guilty pleasure.

I’d given Rick my number at some point. He texted me Friday that he would spend the morning with his sister so she could show him around. Then when she went to practice, he would text me he was on his way. I let him know my dorm information and said I’d have to scan him in since only student cards for that dorm can let you in.

At this point, he was the fourth sexually inexperienced guy I was to be with. The two in-between the first and him were pretty uneventful. But Rick was the first I found myself rubbing and teasing my clit for. I had been into the idea of being the first, but this time I was so aroused I couldn’t stop touching myself in the hours waiting for his arrival. I made sure to never cum, but at this point I was about to go mad.

I had a simple red and black cotton dress on and sandals (which I still own). My dorm was an open living room, kitchenette, and two bathrooms. Each side of the dorm had two private, single bed rooms. Perks of being a senior in college: better dorms. Two of the girls played sports and were out. The other was my friend, but she was at work. It lined up perfectly. I mean I would have went through with it anyway since we all had, at some point, endured the others having sex with us there. But the idea of keeping it a secret was turning me on even more.

By my surprise, he texted me he was there. Then a knock came at my door. I checked the peep hole and saw that mass of wavy black hair. I let him in.

“Did someone scan you in?”

“Yeah. I came in behind some guys and they didn’t even ask.”

Thanks for the security, guys. Anyway. I led Rick by the hand back to my room and closed it. I made a teasing comment about his Magic TG shirt to which he replied he’d make me feel the magic. It was so corny, but I loved it. He was opening up and showing to be pretty well prepared.

I didn’t wait much longer. I pulled him into me and kissed him deeply. I pushed my hips into his crotch and grinded against his jeans and growing erection. Within moments he was subtly thrusting against me.

I took his hand and guided it towards my dress. He took the hint and slid under the fabric to press against my own crotch. He did a decent job of rubbing. Without warning he lets out an “oh my god”.

I was taken aback and stopped kissing him to ask what was wrong. He shook his head and kissed me a few more times.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it’d be that wet. Well. Not through your underwear. I could feel it.”

Oh that sweet innocent boy. He was going to learn that day.

Lifting my dress, I scooted back onto the bed. He shifted his gaze between my eyes and my white panties. I kicked my sandals off and embraced my sudden dominate nature.

“Take my panties off.”

No hesitation. No second thoughts. He slid them down my legs and let them drop. Afterwards, I allowed him some time to squeeze and shake my thighs. He seemed to really enjoy that. Then I parted my knees and basked in the expression on his face as he saw his first pussy in person.

“Lick it.”

That kid fell to his knees so quickly you would have thought he was before royalty. I couldn’t see what he was doing through his thick hair, but I could feel it. I was impressed that he didn’t just lick up and down. I thanked the porn of the World Wide Web for that. I gasped and moaned to show he was doing well. His tongue played over my clit and over my slit. I ordered him to suck my clit and he did.

Rick was a natural. He would go far with skills like that. I was tempted to let him go on and make me cum, but I was on a mission. I needed that v card.

“Are you ready?”

He stood up and began undressing. I leaned forward to kiss him and lick my juices off of his mouth. He kept the kiss connected as he lifted my dress up then broke it to pull the dress off. I made it easy for him by wearing a sports bra, so he just pulled that off too. He gave my breasts a couple of squeezes, but turned his focus to his wallet.

He pulled out a condom and went to open it. I stopped him and pulled one from my night stand. I didn’t feel like explaining body heat and latex issues with wallet condoms. Confusion flashed on his face, but he accepted it and put the condom on.

He prodded me a few times, but slid in with relative ease. My own wetness and his saliva made sure that went well. I kept him encouraged by moaning out a “yes” in his ear when he pressed into me fully.

Unlike the others, he started slow. He was clearly focused on keeping a good rhythm and not finishing too quickly. I dug my hands into his hips and ass and mad sure to keep him pulled tightly into me. He really didn’t need much guidance, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

We went at a steady pace, the light slaps of our bodies ringing out into the small room. By no means was I disappointed, it consistently felt good and kept me aroused knowing he was focused on doing well. After a couple of minutes he asked if I minded flipping over.

I immediately got onto my stomach and arched my back upwards. Doggy was my favorite, so no complaints from me. He slid his cock back in hastily and picked up the pace. I found out quickly why he wanted the change. His hands were all over my ass and thighs. He couldn’t stop squeezing and smacking and jiggling. I had an ass man inside me. And good thing I had an ass.

Now I had space to rub my clit from under myself. I got to work doing that, squealing and gasping each time he slammed into me or slapped my ass. He was doing great and I was pretty sure I was going to orgasm.

Right when that thought entered my head, he started with the soft “oh god”s. I picked up pace with my rubbing as I tried to coax my orgasm out.

“Don’t cum yet. Please don’t stop. I’m almost there.”

He grunted at my words and slowed just a bit. But there was no denying his breath grew heavier and his hands squeezed my thighs so tightly I was sure I’d have bruises later. I wanted to cum so badly with him inside me I had to start the dirty talk.

“Tell me how does my pussy feel…”

“Oh god. So perfect. So tight.”

Yeah. He’s watched some porn in his days. But it was working, so I didn’t care.

“Do you want me to cum on your cock? Do you want to feel my orgasm squeeze you?”

“Oh god. Fuck yes. I want you to cum. I’m going to cum. Please cum.”

And my word, it worked. I was sent over the edge (for the first time since I’d started this little virgin adventure). I made sure to whimper and moan loudly. I made sure to squeeze him tightly inside me.

“I’m cumming for you. It’s okay. Cum for me.”

He couldn’t even speak. I’m pretty sure I fucked him stupid in that moment because it was just grunts and groans. His fingers dug into my ass and he pushed into me so deeply we pressed into the mattress. Fuck. It was good.

We took a few minutes entwined to catch our breathes. My pussy was still throbbing even minutes later.

“Are you sure you were a virgin?”

He laughed and grabbed his semi hard cock to inspect the used condom.

“Yeah. I just uh. Did a lot of research.”

“Porn?”

“Yeah that.”

He ended up staying the night. I can’t remember how many times we went, but I do know I was pretty sore on Sunday. I was damn impressed with that guy. I snuck him out in the morning to keep up the facade of secrecy. We had a sexual relationship for a few months. He never asked for a romantic relationship thankfully. Just sex. And I was open with him during that period about other guys. But I was down for a fuck when we had time.

We ended up more friends with benefits. He admitted he’d been bragging to friends he was banging a college chick. But they didn’t believe him. The next time he was over I let him send them a picture of him doing a thumbs up in front of my open legs so his head covered my vulva. It was hilarious how his phone blew up with texts from his buddies.

I’m actually still friends with him on Battlenet and we’ve played a few games, but we started not talking about our encounters. He has a girlfriend so our conversations stay non sexual now.

Also his sister never found out the real reason he started visiting her at college. That keeps the memories exciting.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6mzw7j/my_gamer_virgin_fm