Second time writing a gonewildstories post. Bare with me, I am definitely not a good writer.
Parents moved me to NJ when I was young, born and bred in the Pittsburgh area. I was young and decided to spend a summer at my grandmother’s right before my freshman year of college. I missed my family, and I wanted one last attempt to get close to my cousins again. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t happening with one of my cousins.
I lived upstairs in my grandmother’s house while my cousin “J” lived downstairs in the bedroom next to my grandmother’s bedroom. J was your typical spoiled brat, posh as they came with blonde highlights. J’s mom divorced my dad’s younger brother. My uncle is a big, loud-mouthed chauvinistic sort of fellow. He does have a big heart, and he’ll always help family. He does rub most people the wrong way. J’s mom was too uptight for her brat standards, and J was too embarrassed to be around her father. Though J wasn’t too embarrassed to ask and take money from daddy all the time. J decided to live with my grandmother, so she could go out and be out all the time whenever she wanted.
J had a bunch of bratty friends that were always around. J would try to avoid me and try to quietly sneak her friends in and out of the place. If they ever talked to me, it was in attempt to talk down to me. I was always like “whatever”. I was working part time and under the table at a local dive bar for distant relative. My uncle, J’s dad, let me use his motorcycle all the time as long as I put up with his shennigans and stopped by a lot to keep him company. With spare cash, a free-spirited-fuck-it-all attitude, and a motorcycle, I wasn’t hurting for attention even though I am a plus-sized, burly sort of dude. Brats didn’t bring me down at all at that time.
One of the brats was named Alicia. Alicia was probably around 5’5″ plus or minus a couple inches, black hair and hazel eyes. Alicia was curvy but not fat, and judging by my fiancee’s breasts I’d guess about a D cup breast size. She was quieter and always giggling at stupid shit. She didn’t heckle me directly, only ever supported the rest of the Brat Pack. One night I even gave her a ride home. This was before cell phones were common, and Alicia was at the house waiting for J. She decided to give up when I got there. She started walking home and it was like 1 am. I was like, “look, we’re not friends, but I’m not going to let you walk miles right now at this hour. Either you come in or I give you a ride home.” I was going to use my car, but she said she was going home and would only take a ride on my (uncle’s) bike after trying to get her to ride in my car. I got to her place, and she just stayed on the bike awkwardly for a moment. She gave me an odd look and then scurried into her house without saying a word. The next time I saw Alicia is when this story really starts.
I had the TV on in my grandmother’s living room. My grandmother sleeps like the dead. I was talking to my buddy on my grandmother’s cordless landline phone. Between the phone and TV I didn’t notice J and Alicia walking in. My buddy had a few bisexual moments, and he was telling me he was completely straight now. I was joking around and told him, “you might say you are straight now, but you can never unsuck a cock”. All of the sudden I notice J and Alicia. J is like “ew” and then Alicia starts the whole 50 questions. She wants to know more and all about my buddy’s gay sex. Alicia is trying to talk into phone while she plops herself on my lap. I am trapped since I was sort of half-laying down on a long sofa. J eventuallys drags Alicia away from the threeway call this turned into.
Hours go by, and it seems like J and Alicia are asleep. The bedroom lights are off, and there aren’t any sounds. I do what any young, hot blooded male did at that time and flipped on some late night Cinemax and had myself a fap. As I am finishing, Alicia gives me a smirk from the hallway. She just gives me a friendly wave and goes into the bathroom to pee. I’m probably beet red. I can’t even look at her when she goes back into the bedroom.
I’m lazy, so I never made it upstairs. I fell asleep on the couch. I start to wake up and notice some weight on my body. It takes me a minute to realize my cock was already plunged into her tight slit. [As you can read from my previous entry into gonewildstories, I don’t always know what I get up to in my sleep.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7isp6j/mf_the_lesbian_with_red_flags_and_my_mothers/) I don’t know how long Alicia had been rocking my cock at this point, but I didn’t care in that moment. I had a rough break up at the end of senior year of high school, and sex had abruptly stopped before I left for my grandmother’s. I couldn’t stop myself if I even wanted to; my cock wasn’t having any of my common sense at that moment.
Alicia started riding me hard once she realized I was awake. I’m surprised we didn’t roll off that couch. My hands snaked slowly up her sides and up her nightshirt to her large, firm breasts. She moaned to the touch in such a quiet and cute way. I’m doing everything to distract myself from cumming at this point. She was so tight even though I am definitely below average down there. I am sucking on her nipples, biting and nibbling her collarbone, neck and earlobes. She keeps riding like a woman possessed. I’m grabbing a firm handfull of her full, round ass so tight just to focus away from my dick. She still has her panties on, she just pushed the thin fabric to the side. I get a little ballsy and reach under her the strap covering her bum. I do a little swirl of my fingers around her other hole. It wasn’t long before her whole body starts to shudder.
Alicia was tight before that orgasm, but my dick was suddenly strangled for dear life. I unloaded what seemed like a month’s worth of seed straight into her even though I just fapped earlier that night. Alicia kissed me for the first time that whole night. The force of that kiss was intense, if hadn’t had any experience kissing, we probably would have clanked teeth or someone would have had a busted lip. The intensity died quickly; she was exhausted. We just stayed together, casually kissing with me still inside of her. I fell asleep that way.
By morning, Alicia had moved back into the bedroom and covered me up properly. I woke up and did my long after-sex pee, and noticed some dried blood on me. I managed to get Alicia alone before J got up. Alicia had to pee, too, and I stopped her from going back into the bedroom right away. It turned out Alicia had been a virgin, and she didn’t want to try sex for the first time with one of the local boys that would tell everyone about it. She used me to get it over with. I tried being nice and asked her if she wanted to do anything later, as a date. She made it clear she wasn’t interested in me and that she hoped I really was a nice guy and that I wouldn’t talk about it to anyone. I held her hand and promised I wouldn’t, and with a smile, I asked her again if she really didn’t want to go out sometime. She rolled her eyes at me and left.
I was going to try to initiate something with Alicia again. I planned to get flowers and some nice shit. Before I got my plan into action, like two days later, my dad calls me. My dad tells me that J called my uncle talking about the phone call I had with my buddy and Alicia. J was saying how inappropriate it was to my uncle and didn’t want me bothering her friends. Alicia clearly never told J about the sex that night. My uncle called my dad to bitch at my dad to bitch at me about it. After hearing shit from my dad, trying to explain myself, and my dad not caring and telling me to just leave them alone… I decided to just ignore J, Alicia, and all of the other brats from that day on.
I started hanging out again with a girl I always seemed to hook up with whenever I visited the Pittsburgh area to see family. Rachel and I had a weird on-off sort of thing because we lived so far apart. We started hooking up again, and Alicia just became another awkward, but hot memory for my spank bank. J and I are on decent terms now, and we’re Facebook friends. I’m posting this now because J recently left her boyfriend for cheating on her, and she started hanging out with her friends and posting pictures on Facebook a lot lately since her ex was controlling. I’m seeing pictures of Alicia all over her Facebook recently and keep reliving memories of that night lately. I’m plenty happy with my current fiancee, so I’ll never add Alicia or accept an Alicia friend request. She’s just like I said, a pleasant, awkward and hot memory.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/98ioch/mf_right_before_college_my_cousins_best_friend_on