This is a story I meant to write up *literal* years ago, but sometimes you forget about your sexcapades until your soon-to-be husband is like “Yeah you actually never told me much about that, I have been curious all these years.” I’m sure I put off writing it up 25% because I was embarrassed about how hard I crushed over this stoner boi, 25% because I gave stoner boi my slutty reddit username and was like “what if he won’t dick me down anymore after reading my story”, and 50% because I was too busy getting into other shenanigans.
So, happy early v-day to fiance (finally sharing this story is my gift to you <3), and stoner boi if you read this, you have a great cock and were an excellent lay and I hope life is treating you well ;) (and also if you still have my number, hit me up sometime? hehe) And the rest of y’all, please excuse (and hopefully enjoy?) my off-season story!
To set the scene/give some backstory, it’s October 2019, or maybe 2018–but a long-ass time ago. I’d started exploring my slut side more, hooking up with tinder bois (for better or for worse hah), making out at clubs, discovered I was bi. All of the things I didn’t do in college. My friend had invited me to join her + her bf + some of their friends in going to the annual haunted house and I was STOKED (if also a little worried about peeing my pants in fear). We pre-game at her place, as always, and she greeted me at the door when I arrived. “Penelope! So glad you could make it–do you want tequila?”
I join everyone in her apartment, and notice a cute guy who looks kind of familiar, but I can’t put a finger on it. I sip my drink, and my friends introduce us. He’s like “Oh actually, we met back at the 4th of July party–you’re the girl with the…hair.” I think back to that party, which was also filled with a lot of tequila, trying to remember him. It clicks–you don’t forget boyish good looks and a mischievous grin when paired with abs like that.
It also clicks that I was most definitely not “the girl with the hair”–my hair that summer was growing out from a pixie cut and was that awkward length that you just pin back with five trillion bobby pins until it grows a bit more. No, I was the girl with the tits–a string triangle bikini and 30 g’s will def leave some impressions on a man.
Obviously flirtations happened, and I go home for the night thinking “Damn, I should’ve gotten his number.”
Fast forward some amount of time, and my same friend is throwing a Halloween party! I silently hoped to see stoner boi again, and made sure to go all-out on my makeup (although, as I’d already worn my slutty silent hill nurse costume 3 times that month I was lazy and dressed up like a slutty office lady in tight jeans and a sweater that put my cleavage front-and-center).
I arrive fashionably late with a bottle of nice wine, and things are already in full swing. Stoner boi is there in a christmas sweater and I laughed as I said hello again. Damn, he was cute. We’re playing some variety of beer pong or other party game, and flirting a lot. The details are pretty fuzzy at this point, but I remember my friend the hostess coming up to me and being like “What is going on with you and stoner boi???” She knows about my open relationship and loves being in on things. I also remember the attempts of a different friend’s bf to cock-block me–apparently he had a manly heart-to-heart with stoner boi about my long distance relationship, and continued to glare daggers at me all night. I put on my best innocent look and sipped my drink, then did my best to flirt with even more people in an effort to piss that guy off.
Back to my conquest though–the party is winding down, I’m sitting on the couch with stoner boi, and so I tell him some flavor of “I’m in an open relationship and I think you’re super hot–want to get midnight sandwiches and see where things go?” The wheels click in his head for a bit, and then he smiles and agrees. We walk back to mine hand-in-hand (seriously something like 45 minutes, what a champ), talking about nothing much while I’m practically vibrating in anticipation. I think just crushing on a guy for so long, and then actually getting him to come home with you after a party does something to me. My panties were soaked.
At some point in the night I got the all-clear from my then-bf, and double checked in with stoner boi that he was okay with everything. We get to my place and I lead him to the bedroom where we start making out. His lips were soft and I wanted more. I ran my hands down his thighs, massaging his cock through his jeans as he gets harder and hard. I love giving head, so as we’re stripping I am strategically kissing down his chest, pausing to bite or suck and get him primed for what’s to come.
We finally got down to our bare bodies, and his cock is just gorgeous. Thick, great length, and with the kind of heft you can’t help but slap against your cheek before plunging the entire thing down your throat. I loved working the tip with my mouth and tongue, and coated his cock with my saliva. So far, I have a stellar track record of satisfying guys with my mouth and stoner boi was no exception. I sucked and licked his cock for a long time, keeping him just on the edge. The power you feel over someone when you’ve got their cock in your mouth had my pussy dripping and throbbing as I toyed with my clit.
Who wanted to switch to penetration first is an answer lost to time, but it was clear that I needed his cock inside me right then.
From there, my memory is a little fuzzy over what went down. We grabbed one of my bf’s fancy condoms from the nightstand so I could get the dicking down I was begging for. I’m sure that our night was peppered with moans of “oh fuck” and “you feel so good.” I distinctly remember him looking equal parts surprised and delighted as I rode him–probably my tits bouncing in the rhythm of my riding. I’m positive we switched to doggie at some point (one of my favorite positions) and I felt perfectly stretched and filled. I don’t remember if he came into the condom or if he came down my throat, but I do remember that he whispered sexily in my ear as I finished myself off with my hands, drenching the sheets in the process. I remember feeling shy, giddy, and utterly contented as we drifted off to sleep, and probably even more contented after we woke up and fucked the next morning.
I got to fuck him probably 3 or 4 more times before we fell out of touch, even once without a condom because I wanted his cum in me soooo badly. Hands-down my favorite FWB origin story, although I hope to have some more good ones to add in the future ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/srqlic/fucking_the_cute_stoner_boi_fm_after_a_halloween