[MF] The unexpected blowjob from a punk, goth girl.

This is just my typical warning that I am no writer. Telling these stories is sort of cathartic for me since I am in my mid-30’s and don’t have enough time or money to have an exciting life working at my current hum-drum job. This story is about Cassiopeia. [Cassi had a strong resemblance to the transgender pornstar, Bailey Jay, and this is a link to a moderately SFW image with Bailey using a haircut pretty similar to what Cassi had.](https://i.imgur.com/RHpcMfL.jpg) Cassi was definitely a little more feminine with a shorter stature, had smaller natural breasts, and she had blonde roots because Cassi was a natural blonde that dyed her hair black and dressed up Goth or punk. There is probably a cis-female look-a-like out there, but I’ve had an experience with a questionably trans person, watch trans porn from time to time, and Bailey just ended up coming to my mind first.

I’ve already mentioned in previous submissions, that I would spend a lot of time in a place that hosted Open Mic Night a lot. It was a hangout in NJ for Goths, punks, alternative kids, and other degenerates until they closed it down, reopened it in another nearby town and closed it again. It was the typical punk coffee shop setup of the 90’s and 00’s ironically right next to a military recruiting place.

There’s me under 21 but drunk and high strolling in… a big burly, fuzzy white guy dressed like a Hot Topic advertisement with my Tripp chain pants, The Punisher t-shirt, black boots, and a black denim coat covered in patches related to Korn and The Offspring. I’m there looking for familiar faces and go over to a couple I was friends with, Jose and Robin. Jose and Robin brought along Cassi. Cassi and I were already friends at this point, but I didn’t pursue her at all. I knew Cassi had an open relationship with her punk DJ boyfriend, but I was a monogamous sort of fellow that didn’t prefer hookups. Not saying I haven’t had my share of hookups, I just preferred relationships.

We all chatted for a while and drank our two-drink minimum to hang out in the place, typically tea for me since I hate coffee. As we chat, I find out Cassi’s parents kicked her out. Her boyfriend was couch hopping from place to place, and Jose and Robin were staying with Jose’s mother. By the end of the night, I let them know Cassi can crash at my place. I didn’t want her wandering around since it was during the bitter months of winter. My parents were used to me bringing strays home to crash in my room or my basement, male and female friends of mine.

Cassi and I get to my place after my parents are already asleep. They probably heard me come in, and just ignored me getting snacks and putting on TV as usual. My bed took up most of my bedroom, so we just chilled on my bed. I can’t remember if I put on a movie or late night Cartoon Network; knowing me, we probably had a bowl of tortilla chips or Chex Mix. I was always the cozy sort of friend that thought nothing about hugging, cuddling, and letting friends sit in my lap. It was just how I was, and in my thirties I wonder how many mixed signals I threw out over the years. Cassi didn’t even really talk the whole night at my house, just cuddled and watched TV. I left my shirt on, and some boxers with a buttoned up fly. Cassi borrowed one of my shirts. I’m a big guy, and it went to her knees.

I passed out at some point. I often went days without sleeping with my insomnia back then and would regular black out when I was really comfortable. I stirred quite a while later. I was feeling way too good. I began to come to when I saw Cassi looking up me with those eyes, eye makeup done in that cat-like Egyptian whatever sort of way. She had that smirk on her face, and that smirk had a mouthful of my cock.

I don’t know how long this had been going on, and I do stuff in my sleep. Sleeping-me was probably a willing participant. Somehow I found the willpower to stop her for a moment. I told her she didn’t have to, and she didn’t owe me anything to stay over. I also had a date lined up a week later, but I didn’t say that to Cassi. I just didn’t want anything complicated.

Cassi never let go of my cock as she slid up my body. She kissed me on the cheek and whispered into my ear that it’s ok, she wanted to do this for me, no strings attached. Her soft, pale fingers with black nail polish kept stroking my cock, and I had no willpower left to resist. My cock isn’t anything impressive, but she slid down and savored it. The world I was in, it could have been minutes or hours. I was just lost in her expert skills. Almost every time I looked at her, she would stare back at me in my eyes so intently. Those eyes and the way she would swirl her hands and tongue, I would have let her live with me for a year.

I don’t know when it was that I blew my load, but it felt like I was releasing forever. Cassi never pulled up, and she licked off every drop. It is notorious for how hard it is to get me off with a blowjob, and Cassi was the first girl to ever do it. It probably helped with the way she moaned so gently and quietly as she fingered herself. My fiancee is the only other person to get me to completion, and always with a sore jaw by the end. Cassi seemed so pleased with herself, that damn smirk on her face.

I could smell Cassi on the fingers she touched herself when she pulled my face closer to hers. She kissed my cheek, said thank you, and nuzzled into me. She drifted off to sleep fairly quickly. As relaxed as I was, I fell asleep again myself. It took me a few moments to let everything sink in before I did.

I woke up to Cassi’s cellphone ringing, one of those original flip phones back in the day. One of her female friends finally called Cassi back after Cassi left her a message the previous night. Cassi found out she could crash with her friend indefinitely. We had some lunch at a cheap diner near where I lived back then, and I took her to her friend’s house. Cassi gave me a big hug and thanked me again. I laughed and said I should be thanking her. She smirked and ran off to her friend.

That was the only time something like that didn’t hurt a friendship I had with someone. I ended up steady dating the girl went out with the week after. I saw Cassi from time to time; we never hooked up again, but we would give each other big hugs. The places we used to see each other at all closed down, and she got a place with her DJ boyfriend that was a bit further away. Facebook and even Myspace weren’t big yet. I never had her phone number, so we just drifted apart.

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