My friend took me home from the club and fucked me so well I had to tell you all about it (Part 1) [F]

Before last night, it had been almost 5 months since I’d been properly fucked. Not for lack of interest, mind you. I feel like this particular phrase gets thrown around in this subreddit so often that it’s practically lost its meaning, but regardless of that, I would confidently describe myself as a hyper-sexual person.

I wasn’t always. I grew up incredibly conservative and religious in the southern states. Sex was something taboo, not to be discussed with anyone. It wasn’t until I moved away from home for school that I discovered the realm of pleasure I had stifled away for so long. After moving away at age 19, I masturbated for this first time the day after my 20th birthday. I watched porn for the first time a few months after that. I didn’t have the guts to go buy a toy until a few months into my 21st birthday. All things considered, it took me a while to get warmed up to the idea.

But now, it’s all I can think about. I’m currently 22. I live with a single roommate and we have a polar opposite schedule, resulting in me spending a lot of time alone at the apartment. I make myself cum when I wake up in the morning, have a refreshing orgasm or two mid-afternoon, and can’t sleep until I’ve rubbed out another one in the dark of my room. I’m addicted to it, the way I feel on fire and alive when I take my pleasure and embrace it. I used to be embarrassed of toys, only briefly considering purchasing a vibe if it was of the most discreet and unassuming of build. Now, as I’m typing this, I’ve got a veiny, fleshy, shockingly realistic dildo under my bed that would surely send my religious relatives into shock.

I lost my virginity last year. So far, I’ve slept with four guys. Well, it was three for a while, but last night added another name to the list. I hadn’t been fucked for around 3 months, and I was feeling it. Dildos are great, but anyone with a needy pussy can testify that nothing feels as good as the warm, pulsing cock of a man who wants nothing more than to fuck you in that moment.

Last night was incredible. Me and a handful of my friends had decided to check out a club in our city we’d never been to before. We got there a bit early, but fortunately, there was this badass little bar and pub next door to it. We went in, ordered drinks, and made some conversation for the next hour. Only, I was having a hard time focusing on the words being said. Instead, my attention was firmly affixed on my friend Jacob.

Jacob was the friend I knew the least out of the five of us. He wasn’t shy or awkward, but had a somewhat reserved and soft spoken personality that drew me to him like a moth to flame. Of course, it didn’t help either that he was this incomprehensible mix of adorably cute and hot enough to make me want to drop my panties right then and there.

Me and him flirt a lot. Well, I flirt with him, and he thinks I’m just being friendly. After last night, I don’t think he’ll make that mistake any more. I had a few drinks in me by the time we finally decided to go dance, and feeling more and more desperate by the minute, I excused myself to the restroom in order to type a frantic Reddit post asking the people of r/sluttyconfessions how to tell this guy I needed him, badly.

For the next little while as we danced, I casually checked my phone for updates and comments, waiting to see what people had to say. As the posts flooded in, I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute. To say that I was soaked would be a gross understatement. I was a mess, the red thong hidden under my dress completely drenched in my arousal and dripping down my thigh. If I didn’t fuck him that night, I don’t think there would have been a toy in the world that would have adequately eased the heat between my legs.

Eventually, after giving him fuck me eyes for the better part of an hour, I decided to go for it. Jacob was obviously picking up what I had been laying out for him, but I think he was too much of a gentleman to act on it. He’s the type who wouldn’t dread of coming off as a creep, perhaps at his own expense in certain situations.

Taking my phone, I handed it to him with my post open.

“Hey, check this out! You wouldn’t believe what I saw on Reddit, I think you’re gonna love this.”

He has a smug smile on his face as he took my phone; but his eyes went wide and his cheeks went red the further into the post he got. After what felt like an eternity, he handed the phone back to me.

“Thank god,” he muttered with a utterly adorable mixture of flustered nerves and an attempt to sound cool and collected. “I didn’t want to come across too strongly. I’m glad it’s what you want.” Seeing the massive grin which now split his face, I extended a hand to him.

“Come on, hot stuff,” I muttered into his ear. “Let’s dance before our friends start wondering what’s going on.” I took him and led him onto the dance floor. We melded into the press of bodies, and it didn’t take long before we were throwing it down with the rest of our fellow party people. He was a shit dancer, but it was strangely adorable watching him try to act like he didn’t want to feel me up right there on the spot. His eyes kept darting all over, scanning me from head to toe, and he couldn’t hide the hungry look in his eyes.

A new song came on, and I pressed myself up to him, cradling my head into his collarbone. He tensed up for a moment, surprised by my sudden move and angled his hips in a way that would prevent the raging hard on in his pants from poking into me. As you might expect, I was having none of it. I grabbed his waist and pulled him in tight.

“What’s the matter, friend?” I asked in a faux innocent voice as I pressed the hardness of his tented pants into me. “Afraid you’ll scare me off?” He was hard as a rock. Dropping my hand down, I subtly traced it along his chest and stomach, tracing it ever so slightly along the strained fabric and feeling his breath hitch at my gentle touch.

“You’re so hot,” he muttered.

“Says you.”

“You’re the one who’s feeling me up. I’m pretty sure one of us has the upper hand here, so to speak.”

“Nothings stopping you. You could feel how wet I am right now if you had some balls and stopped worrying about what people would think.”

He looked at me with an incredulous smile on his face.

“That might be the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” he chuckled. “But sorry. You know how I am in crowds. I think we best save that sort of thing for later. Better to leave you dripping and needy until then.”

I blushed scarlet at his final sting. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re MUCH needier than me,” I retorted. “I can practically feel you throbbing.” Pivoting around, I pressed my ass into him, grinding into his twitching length and slowly moving up and down.

“If that’s really what you want, you better take me home now. Otherwise I might end up just making you cum right here on the dance floor. And we don’t want you to be embarrassed now, so we?”

As I softly grinded, the music faded and he wrapped his arms around me. Leaning forward, he whispered into my ear.

“I’d love nothing more.”

(To be Continued in pt. 2!)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uyk8dx/my_friend_took_me_home_from_the_club_and_fucked