[M]y [F]irst Summer Fling: Part II, “Her Dad’s House”

This is Part II: “Her Dad’s House” of my recollection of the summer where I had the greatest sex of my life. You can read [Part I: “First Date”](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aiw7h1/my_first_summer_fling_part_i_first_date/) first if you want. But I’ll try and recap here the situation:

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**Recap**

Mariana (name changed for anonymity) and I, Jack, had met on Craigslist in between our college break and us returning to our hometown. We had great chemistry right from the start at the movie theater, coffee afterward, and then I took her back to my parents house where we played truth or dare and quickly things escalated from making out in the den to some of the hottest oral sex ever in the back of my SUV in the parking lot. (We were worried about making too much noise). And I did in fact slide inside of her for about 60 seconds but we stopped, neither of us having earned an orgasm, because we were paranoid about getting pregnant. But I knew this was going to be the best summer ever.

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**Her**

Mariana was 19, cute, curvy, petite, Syrian American. She had brunette curly hair that bounced when she walked off her shoulders. Perky B-Cup breasts which jiggled fantastically as I fucked her for those 60 seconds, sucked and man-handled them for nearly an hour on and off as my 7″ of white cock fit every which way down her mouth and throat. I loved her paleness too. She was like this flawless milky porcelain complexion that looked exotic in it’s unblemished pureness. It was not all physical either with her. She laughed so much, smiled easily, was very submissive and shy, but then gained confidence throughout the first date and suggested a lot of conversation topics. Intellectually curious.

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**Me**

Jack, was a 21 year old nerdy, a student, with a fit body from swimming, tennis, and hiking. Plus a solid tan from Florida vacation. I hadn’t been with a girl before Mariana in 8 months and was still only just getting over a terrible breakup from a year previously. I hadn’t wanted to date for a long time, but that summer in June I was ravenous. The heat, the freedom from academia, and the idea of meeting a cute fun girl to have adventures with for the next three months was exactly what I needed. I look back at it all now, because in part it was so atypical of me. I’m much more of an organized planner type of person that a summer fling, spontaneous one. Anyways…

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**Part II: “Her Dad’s House”**

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We hit it off mentally and emotionally, which made me comfortable taking it physically faster than I ever would have guessed in my life. From meeting Mariana online to in-person the next weekend to balls deep inside of her a few hours later…it was surreal. And we both wanted more. ASAP.

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She texted me the next day and told me how incredible and unexpected that first date had been. How she loved tasting my precum off my penis head and loved how I had insisted on fucking her brains out (even if for just 60 seconds). She told me she wanted to see me again and for us to take our time. That my penis was the biggest she had ever seen and had. “Come over to my house this time. I live with just my dad and he’ll be gone Friday night until late. Bring condoms this time.” I did. And I covered my tracks. My parents, I should have mentioned in Part I, are very religious. Like I didn’t get sex talks about how to have sex. I got sex talks about NOT having sex until marriage. Regularly. Like almost once a month. My parents chilled out about it because they thought I was single since the break up. But if they knew I was having sex with Mariana, they would probably have threatened to take away their support for my college education, which I was taking a loan from them instead of the bank for. So, to hide it, I made up a story that I was going to sleep over at my friend Steve’s house and watch the Flyers game. Instead I used his car and drove over to Mariana’s around 4 pm. It was a little bit of a ways and in an insanely rich area. In fact, her house was a fucking mansion. Literally, it had a watch dog and a gate you had to have the passkey for. “It’s 7432” she told me when I called her, a bit nervously at her driveway’s end. I showed up in my friend’s piece of shit first car (a red Subaru from 90-something) and parked in their stone, circle driveway extremely impressed by the house’s beauty, but feeling out of place. I was definitely middle class and she was like millionaire status. I didn’t care if she didn’t care, but it was a bit nerve-wracking to meet her dad inside, who obviously had to guess that I just might be fucking his daughter’s Friday night away ontop his counters and couches and showers, etc.

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“Hey, Jack. I’m Dan.” (Name changed). “Great to meet you!” He smiled taking my hand and welcoming me inside, fighting back the dog who was wagging his tail and trying to jump up on me. She didn’t look like her dad at all. He was the white part of her. Her mom was full Syrian. But she lived somewhere else, remarried. So Mariana took my hand and gave me a “quick tour” before we went to go out to eat. Her curly brunette hair was down on the shoulders of her white cotton summer dress, which fell below her knee. Very modest. But. It had a zipper—literally from the hemline up to her collar line—IN FRONT. Bold fucking wardrobe choice. I’d never seen a dress like that before. In fact, when I saw it, I immediately felt my penis head tingle. “This is the hot tub,” she said pointing and winking. Her dad was just feet away inside the kitchen on some business call. My penis swelled again as I looked at her smile in the afternoon June sun and the shape of her calves and ass as she bent over to adjust the garden hose nearby. The crease in her dress formed the valley of the space between her curvy, Middle-Eastern buttocks. Plump. Perky. And within hands reach. I reached. “Mariana.” I spun around, heart pounding.

Her dad was staring at us from the door.

“Can you feed Charley before you go out?” I blinked, so fucking relieved, but also blushed crimson, guilty. We left then in her own car. “You drove all the way to see me, so I’ll take us to dinner.” Loved this gesture. And there, in the beautiful millionaire suburbs we drove into town to find a sushi spot. I remember as we drove watching the sunlight dance across her porcelain, milky skin—that skin that was so pure white that it was exotic almost—and that’s coming from a blonde hair blue eyed guy who was literally often mistaken by people at college as a “Swedish Exchange Student.” In fact, my type was usually much more dark. I love Latina, Indian, and Middle Eastern women most, looks wise, but of the darker feature type. Mariana was a Middle Eastern princess, but alabaster toned. “I wore this for you,” she said as we parked. I looked over and her big brown eyes looked from mine down to the top of her zipper as she scooted it down—in the parking lot—to reveal to the top of her cleavage. I smiled, leaning it, but she chuckled and hopped out before I could see her breasts in full.

We ate. Fast. And when we returned home, the houselights were off inside. Everything was quiet. And Mariana and I were on each other…

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