[MF] Fucking a manic pixie dream girl right after she finished her set.

I pushed my hands into my pocket, and with the toe of my shoe kicked a little rock around on the asphalt. I could feel my dick beginning to pulse, as if it knew that twenty minutes later I’d be deep in her throat, her eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks as she gagged on me like it could bring her eternal life. I looked up and smiled.

“I um,” she smiled and then quickly looked at my pathetic attempt to hide my erection “I um, you know this isn’t something I do a lot.”

I laughed, “yeah,” I said “I was just planning on going on a bike ride.”

There was a chill in the early summer air and the street light above us had begun to flicker on. The garage door of her condo was open and emitted a soft light against the damp, quickly darkening air. It was one of those old, pre-LED bulbs, all yellow and warm and homey as fuck. And I realized how lonely I had been the last two months. How much I wanted, maybe even needed a connection, right there, with her. At that moment, and maybe because I’m a pussy, or broken, or helplessly fucked up, but right then I wanted to be in love with her. I want to be in love with her black framed glasses, and her story about the time she spit on a moose, and her phantom tollbooth tattoo on right thigh, just below the hem of her tight, ripped jeans shorts.

She seemed so much younger and more vulnerable than she had on stage. We were standing too close to each other. A car slowly drove by, and then another one. I looked down at my shoes again. We both knew that I was going to be inside her tonight.

“Maybe, like you just come in for a beer.”

I stepped back and ran my hands through my hair.

“Listen man,” I was smiling and she was smiling and i felt almost giddy “i don’t need to come in. Straight up. We have a connection. There’s no rush. Like I can ride my bike back to my car. I can go home and text you and we can get lunch together tomorrow.”

The streetlight hummed above us. God! The air smelt so fucking good.

She kind of threw her head back and her tightly braided pigtails bounced a little and her hoody strained across her breast and bam! like that she was the same girl who had just owned the stage. “Fuck it! Tommy! I need this. Come inside.”

She stepped past me and I followed behind her into the garage, her chunky little ass tight against her jean shorts as she walked through the garage and unlocked the door.
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I had taken a job at a firm in a mid-size pacific NW city and moved up there in April, or late March. I didn’t know anyone there, but I had visited the firm a couple of months earlier, liked the city, liked the people I’d work with, and thought it’d be fun adventure. Since I was taking the Bar Exam in July, I worked during the day and spent every night, after work, studying. I didn’t own much when I moved up and figured I could shop for furniture after the bar when I had more time. Because of that, my life quickly fell into a pretty monastic routine. I’d roll off my mattress on the floor (my only piece of furniture) at 6 am, work-out, ride my bike to my office, change, work until 6 or 7pm, grab a quick dinner, studying until 11 or 12 pm, ride home, and fall asleep. Weekends were completely consumed by studying. On the rare occasion I had time to remember I was a little lonely, I’d jack off. Honestly, it wasn’t super ideal.

The night i met her i had decided to take night off and walk over to one of those downtown music food truck things. I instantly noticed her waiting to take the stage and talking to like 20 guys with stunning mustaches. White slip dress that went to her mid thigh, cowboy boots, some type of half sleeve tattoo, red lipstick, and jet black hair braided into the two most fucking adorable pig-tails I had ever seen. If i had known what Manic Pixie Dream Girls were at the time, I would have just stood the fuck up and yelled “MPDG come to daddy!” She looked over at me like she could tell I was staring at her, and before i could pretend like i was studying contracts she gave me a quick smile and went back to talking very enthusiastically with her hands.

Then she played her set and her songs were quirky and funny and actually really good, and she made fun of a couple hipsters sitting on their fixies, and she had this thick little body that filled out her dress, and i was like ‘well fuck! I guess I’ll have something to think about while I jerk it tonight.’ and then her set was done and she talking to some friends next to the stage, and I could tell they were talking about me, because she kept looking over and laughing, and my stomach dropped, and then I looked down pretending to study, and then she was sitting down next to me. She was smaller than she looked on stage. Maybe not even 5 foot. Smooth light brown skin, small wrinkles around her eyes. This ridiculously adorable up-turned nose.

‘Hey man,’ she said ‘you’re pretty dressed up.’ And I was because I had decided that since i was moving to a new city, I was going to make vests kind of ‘my thing.’

Before I knew it she had gone back to her office to change and grab her bike and I had gone back to my office to change and grab my bike, and we were sitting at bar, drinking coronas, and talking about this bumbling jackass she knew from her undergrad that I had coincidently met in Bolivia a couple of years earlier. We cruised to a couple more bars that night. Everyone knew her. She had gone to school there, and had worked for the Forest Service since graduating a couple of years earlier. As she got a little buzzed she’d grab my hands while we were talking. She had this dark sense of humor and perfect taste in everything. You know those conversations that feel like you’re shadow boxing, but like you’re totally in-synch, yeah it felt like that. And before i think either one of us knew what we were doing, we were in front of her house.
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She stepped past me and I followed behind her into the garage, her chunky little ass tight against her jean shorts as she walked through the garage and unlocked the door.

‘You don’t actually want another beer, right?” she said over her shoulder as she walked past the kitchen.

‘No’ I laughed, ‘I think I’ll be ok.’
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I closed her bedroom door behind me, and kind of nervously picked up and put down things on her dresser. She unzipped her hoody and tossed it on the floor at the same time she pulled off her shoes with her feet. I looked at a framed picture of her and some friends in what looked like northern india, a hard cover copy of infinite jest, a framed deftones concert poster- she stepped close to me. I couldn’t decide if i wanted to talk about david foster wallace or fuck this girl into oblivion. My hand slid on to her hip between her shirt and shorts and then over her fat little ass. She tilted her head up, her cherry red lipstick had worn off a little, our lips pressed together and she slid her tongue into my mouth.

Already it seemed like she was breathing heavy, like we had been fucking from the moment we met, but were just physically consummating it. I pushed her onto the bed and she pulled off her shirt and quickly undid her bra. My mouth moved down her neck, and then across her chest. i picked her up and put her entire body on the bed. She arched her back and i moved my mouth down to one heavy brown breast. Of course her fucking nipples were pierced! I circled the piercing with my tongue, feeling it grow wet from my spit before gently pulling on it with my teeth. She was breathing quickly and I slid my hands into her jeans shorts, pulling them under her ass, and quickly down her legs. She was totally naked. i pulled off my shirt and she dug her fingers into my back bringing me closer into her. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through my shorts. She brought her mouth to mine and slowly sunk her teeth into my bottom lip as he ground her pussy against my cock. She let go of my lip, and looked me straight in the eyes, “I want you to do those things you talked about tonight.”

I laughed and pulled back a little while she still rubbed her pussy against my shorts. “All of those things? Maybe tell me if it’s too much?”

She sat up, pushed me off herm and laughed “It’s never too much” and with that it was on.

I grabbed her tight little body and pulled her off the bed and forced her back against the boxspring and mattress. Her head bent slightly backward against the end of the mattress. With one hand I pinned her wrists above her head and into the comforter. “All of those things?” I demanded as I used my other hand to undo my belt and slide my shorts and boxers off. She laughed again, “I said all of those things didn’t I?!” I grabbed her by her hair and brought her head forward, she opened her mouth like she was made to do this and I forced my dick hard against the back of her throat. She didn’t flinch. I let go of her hands and she reached around me, grabbed my ass and pulled my dick deeper into her throat. I locked both of my hands behind her head and held her onto my cock while she choked and gagged. While her spit dripped down my shaft, and her eyes began to water. She didn’t flinch “Holy fuck!” I laughed as I pulled her off my cock, her spit roping from the tip of the head back to her open mouth, “I guess we’re doing all of the things!” She was breathing deeply, catching her breath. She wiped her mouth, and smiled up at me, “Do all of the things.”

Before i knew it i had her pigtails in my hand and I was leading her across the ground as she crawled on all fours behind me. i opened her bedroom door “Oh wait! Shit!” I laughed, “Are your roommates home?” Keeping her back arched and her ass in the air she laughed, “Nah they are gone all weekend.” i led her across the cold wooden floor of the hallway while she crawled behind me. “Get on the couch” She did as she was told and climbed onto the couch, pressing her tits and chest into the back of it while spreading her legs and keeping her little pussy nice and high. God i wanted to fuck her. God I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to hard on her, spank her, slap her, call her a stupid little slut, but I also just wanted to fuck her. Feel her body move against mine. Her nails dig into my back as she shivered and came.

I stood between her legs and let my spit drip down between her ass and watched it roll down her pussy. I couldn’t fucking stand it. I flipped her over put her ass on the edge of the couch, and kneeled between her legs. “honestly, let me be rough on you next time. Just let me fuck you tonight?” She did this adorable fist pump, grabbed my head pressed my mouth against her pussy and said “Deal!” Instantly I went to work. She held my mouth tight against her. She tasted perfect and my tongue and lips worked her clit up and down. My hands were under her ass pressing her even tighter as spit dripped down my chin, down her pussy. I slid one finger and then two into her as she leaned back, arched her back, and ground her hips into my face. She was holding me so tight it was hard to breathe, but I stayed on her clit. I could feel her body start to flex. Her thighs press against the side of head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK!” she started to yell. I didn’t give a fuck. Wake the neighbors you slut! She pressed her hips hard into my face “I’m fucking cumming!” Her entire body seemed to freeze and shake and quiver and then relax. I slowed my tongue down and she let go of my head. My mouth was soaked and spit dripped off my chin. i wiped it away and rubbed my hand on my dick.

I grabbed the condom i had thrown next to her and she slid it on. “Your turn” she said as she she slid off the couch, turned around and put her ass up in the air. She had faint tan lines from a bikini, and little white lines under each ass cheek. I locked one hand into her hips, and reached up and grabbed her braids slowly pulling her head back as I slid into her. I knew she was tight, but it felt like a vice grip on my fucking dick. She kind of giggled, “you like that?” and began to slide her pussy up and down my dick. I pushed her hips against the edge of the couch and pushed deeper into her. As deep as i could go. Fucking take it I whispered. Fucking take it and i pushed into the back of her pussy. I pulled her hair harder and wrapped a hand tentatively around her throat. She didn’t hesitate so I tightened my grip a little as I started to fuck her harder and harder. Her fat little ass pushing against my hips. “Do it” she moaned “Fucking fuck me like a little slut.” I pressed more firmly into her neck with my hand, but honestly I couldn’t hold it back. She was so fucking tight. I pulled out and in one move she flipped around, kneeled in front of me, and pulled off the condom. “Fucking give it to me” she begged as she bobbed up and down on her knees. She spit on my cock and started to slide both hands up and down on it. It was too much, I started to pulse and as he she slid the tip of my cock over her lips, I came hard. She pushed me deeper into her mouth and kept sucking until nothing but small spasms were left. She opened her mouth, i slid out, and she swallowed. I kneeled down in front of her and kissed her. It felt like the right thing to do.

“Next time,” she said as I pulled my mouth away from hers, “All of the things.” Two days later, after a couple of beers, she’d come to my condo and we’d do all of the things.

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