[MF][ONS] An afternoon to remember

Preface
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I was cleaning my apartment and I came across a long dark hair in my bedroom. I hadn’t found any of those for a really long time and it brought me back to something that happened almost a decade ago. I recently started reading /r/gonewildstories so I decided to write down my experience to share with you. If you’re looking for wild outlandish taboo bad porn-plot confessions, this might not be your thing. If you enjoy reading about a chance encounter between two actual people who share an intimate afternoon together with a bit of a twist at the end, don’t stray!

Disclaimer:

* All conversations are summarized for brevity, and I don’t really remember most of them exactly. Actually, we didn’t even talk all that much.
* I’ve left details vague intentionally to protect myself and my counterpart.
* Some things are embellished some to make the story flow better, but the events are based in truth.
* To make the last point, I didn’t actually find any of her hairs recently, or even live in that place any more. But I did keep finding them for a long time, even though she was only inside my place relatively short. In fact, I’ve had to explain myself in two different relationships with women with a different hair type due to them popping up randomly. There’s nothing quite like hearing “Whose hair is this!?” from your girlfriend.

tl:dr I had a memorable ONS with a girl.

Prologue
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It’s a holiday and there’s a festival with events all over the college town I live in, and there’s a music stage on the square close to my apartment. The music is planned to start early and end late. A few buddies and me decided to grab some brews there and enjoy the tunes early, then go to a birthday/BBQ of another friend later.

The weather was unseasonably nice for the time of year. As a heat snap made it warm and sunny in early spring, I decided to go for a soccer jersey and Bermuda shorts. I’m 25 year old white guy, but playing sports put me in the best shape of my life and I’m feeling good about today. Well, OK, things weren’t exactly going stellar at work, nor my studies, nor with the girl I was dating but otherwise fair. But this was just the thing to de-stress for a bit.

Story
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Our little group arrives at the square at around Noon, and there’s not really much going on yet. The opener is playing, and they’re pretty decent. The crowd was still small, which was actually pretty nice as I don’t typically like busy places too much. We find a spot near the stage and find some other friends and some tag-alongs already there. It’s looking to be a pretty good event!

When I’m off to the concession stand to get a round for the gang, I catch a girl eyeing me. She has a drink in one hand and is chatting with a middle-aged blond woman. I just play it cool, give my best “hey, sup” nod to her and put in my order. She gets this grin on her face and conspiratorially gets together with her friend who nods approvingly. Well, that gives me a spring in my step!

I can’t quite place her. Her features indicate Indian, Pakistani or other descent thereabouts. Dark skin, long dark black hair, big brown eyes, 5’0 short and some change, nicely filled white top, long sleeve jacket, tight jeans and boots. She’s dressed for the season and it’s too warm for the weather but still really cute. I can’t figure out her age (I’m notoriously poor at judging) but I didn’t think it’d be too far from mine. She has a killer smile. I figure I’ll be a little bold and have a chat.

> Me: Hey.

> Her: Hi!

> Me: Enjoying the show?

> Her: Yeah, it’s fun!

She puts on some dance moves for me and before I know it there’s a bit of rubbing up and some heavy flirting. I dance along a little and get a good vibe, there’s chemistry here.

> Me: Awesome. Well, here’s my drinks. I’m off to my friends. See you around?

> Her: Definitely!

I lift my sunglasses and give her a wink. Our eyes linger a bit too long and she flashes that great smile. Whew! I can practically feel her eyeing me up as I head back. Life is good!

I can’t help but flirt occasionally while the show continues, and she meets my eyes right back every time. After a while the band finished up and it’s now filler music while waiting for the next one. Talks in our little clique gotten a bit boring and honestly I’m more interested in her. I glance over to see if I can find her, and I spot her by herself wandering the square. She seems to have lost her friend? Well, time to make a new one! I tell my friends I’m getting a snack, but really looking for an excuse to talk to her again. I beeline her way.

> Me: Hey, lost your friend?

> Her: She’s not my friend, I only met her today.

> Me: Oh, I thought you knew her.

> Her: No, I’m from [city]. You live around here?

> Me: Yeah.

> Her: Good, I’ve been hoping to find someone like you today.

She gives me a look. THE look. If you’re lucky enough to have ever experienced it from someone, you know what I’m talking about. Woah boy, my dick lurches to attention. Things are happening fast, too fast. Is this really happening, this fast? Doubt sets in. I barely met her, she must be toying with me. I do a double take. Is she drunk? No, buzzed maybe. Is she high? No, pretty sure she’s not. I guess it wasn’t so much sparks flying as full on lightning strikes setting the forest on fire. Her eyes are pleading for a response. What do I do? My brain tries to warn me against doing anything rash, but the rest of me is now on adrenaline. It’s one of those moments in your life you will remember when you decide one way or another, to file under “missed opportunity” or “best/worst choice ever”. Fuck it, I may not have another chance, consequences be damned!

> Me: Come with me.

I take her by the hand and move away from the crowd. Sorry boys, I’ll catch you later at the BBQ party (maybe?) She follows willingly, and at the street corner I lean in for a kiss to test her sincerity. She practically tries to devour me in response. It’s good, real good. A little over the top perhaps, but she seems to need it. Do or die now!

> Me: I live close by, want to come?

She’s flustered and looks around real quick.

> Her: Yes. Hurry.

No hesitation, all purpose. She’s ready. This woman was looking to get laid and I thank my lucky stars. Only in my wildest dreams could this happen. I don’t even know her name yet!

We quick-step our way to my apartment, in what I can only describe as a goofy half embrace.

> Her: I’m not a slut, I never do this.

> Me: I don’t think you are one, and I don’t either.

Weeellll, I think she may be a little bit of a slut. I mean, who walks off with a stranger to have sex? I’m not any better for agreeing so I shouldn’t judge. As for me not sleeping with random strangers, it’s not because I don’t want to, but it just doesn’t typically happen to guys like me. In fact, I still think it’s some sort of cosmic oopsie that I’ve even had any sex at all. I don’t mention that.

> Her: Do you have condoms?

> Me: Yes.

> Her: OK.

If she had any reservations, that seems to remove them. I let my hands wander a bit over her ass, and she’s now feeling up my chest, arms, abs (I’m not buff and don’t have a six-pack or anything like that, but it was pretty taut back then) and thighs. She giggles a lot and seems about as incredulous about her own actions as I am about the whole situation.

I manage to dislodge myself from her long enough to use my key to open the door to my building, but once inside she’s all over me. We’re making out like we’re starving and both our hands are now in places you can’t have them in public. We make our way up the stairwell fumbling, kissing and fondling each other.

When we enter my apartment she splits from me and checks all the doors and rooms. This puzzles me. What’s she doing? She quickly returns from her survey because, well, my place isn’t very big.

> Her: You live alone?

> Me: Yep!

> Her: So nobody’s here?

> Me: No one but us.

> Her: Just checking. I’m afraid someone might see us. Do those window shades close?

> Me: I’ll take care of it.

We pick up where we left off. Hands are snaking in and over garments, exploring intimate places. She’s hot from the heat and excitement and I’ve got an ongoing adrenaline rush, my heart is about to beat right out of my chest.

We’re basically groping each other while shedding clothes in the smallish hallway that connects my front door to my living, bath and bedrooms. I quickly go to throw open the windows, and close the shades. A nice breeze chills our skin.

We start removing more clothes from each other, but as I’m wearing hardly anything versus her sensible but impractical layers, I get a few more turns. I work her out of her jacket and top, revealing a pretty blue bra. I fondle her boobs over the fabric and eventually manage to unhook it at her back. I’m no good at bra-handling, so it took way longer than it should have, but she thought it to be cute. She pauses when her bra drops to the floor, suddenly self-conscious. She covers her chest with her hands and looks up at me.

> Her: Do you like my breasts?

Odd question from a girl who doesn’t even know the name of the guy she’s about to fuck, why would she care what I think….wait. I look a bit closer. They’re a spectacular set. A nice round B or C cup, heavy, with big dark areolas. There’s quite a bit of noticeable stretch marks on them, probably from the weight. Is that what she’s worried about? That I’d turn her down after seeing her naked? I realize she’s actually not my age, she’s probably late twenties to mid thirties. She might even be a decade my senior. I don’t really care about her age or the skin imperfections, they match her and I love getting to see them.

> Me: They’re perfect.

> Her: Really?

> Me: Oh yeah. You’re beautiful.

She beams. I move her hands away to fondle her chest and bend over to kiss and nuzzle. Her nipples are hard and she gasps when I lick them. She strokes the back of my neck and back and works to undo my shorts. When they drop she’s a bit startled as I went commando today. Surprise!

She looks down and seems a little unsure, but I take her hand and put it on my cock which had engorged to a serious hanging semi. She tentatively wraps her hand around me and slowly starts to knead and tug, making me hard. This seems unfamiliar territory to her, but she likes watching me grow. She gets more eager as I fill her hand and then some. She has pretty small hands, and I’m a fair bit above average so there’s plenty for her to play with.

This goes on for a bit, but the angle of my ministrations on her breasts doesn’t work for me for long (me being tall, and her being short) and it’s hurting my back. I take her shoulder and try to guide her down to her knees but she isn’t budging, either ignoring or not getting the hint. Bother! I was looking forward to getting some head. Guess I’ll have take another approach. I take her hand and stand her by the couch.

I kiss her and make my way down her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her midriff and her lower body, letting my hands follow her curves until I’m kneeling. Her hands are on my head, her fingers grabbing my hair. I hook her panties and guide them down her legs to reveal a neatly trimmed pussy. It’s dark like the rest of her skin, but some pink peeks out from her folds. It’s decidedly moist, but whether from sweat or my attention I couldn’t tell. I plant a kiss and she trembles as I move in my fingers to explore. I gently prod, poke and stroke my way into her, following her sighs and gasps as I touch, figuring out her sensitive areas. I slowly work my fingers when she grabs me tight to keep from falling, shudders and I feel a wave of heat. Already? We barely started.

> Me: You’re sensitive huh?

> Her: Yes, very, thank you. I’m excited. That felt good.

> Me: Well, you’re in for a ride.

I sit her down on the couch and I go sit on the floor. I kiss and caress up her legs, parting them until she’s spread in front of me. I massage her thighs and bring my index finger back in. She’s so hot inside and pretty tight. I can feel the spongy walls gripping my digits. I lift her right leg over my shoulder and start an increasing rhythm, rotating and making “come here” motions. As I go she goes from just wet to sopping and squishing sounds start to get louder. I can feel her tense.

> Her: I don’t like the sound it makes when you do that.

> Me: Oh? Want me to stop?

Before I let her answer I speed up a little and slip in another finger. She yelps, halting her response and I get the reaction I was looking for as she orgasms. She gasps, sucks in air and trashes around hitting my shoulder with her hands and pulling my hair, but I don’t stop. It sounds like I’m quickly slapping a wet mop against a wall, and I keep going until she releases in an incoherent whine. She’s trembling and shaking, her arms flailing her face a mix of surprise and pleasure and her pussy is trying to draw me in as excess energy is unloaded from her. I slow down and extract my fingers, planting a kiss on her sex, sending more shudders from her.

Her head’s thrown back and she’s staring up at the ceiling, arms outstretched. One hand death gripping an unlucky pillow, the other in the flesh on my shoulder. She slowly relaxes.

>Me: You OK?

>Her: Yes….I think so. That was too much. I didn’t know…

She looks at me with a satisfied smile.

>Me: Want some water?

She nods and I get up. I walk to the sink and fill some glasses. My naked butt and dick bobbing on the way there and back made her grin. I hand her one and she sits up, then sit on the floor across from her. We just smile and stare at each other, letting the moment sink in for a bit while sipping our waters. She breaks the silence:

>Her: What is it?

>Me: I think you’re sexy.

She laughs.

>Her: Stop it! No-one could think that of me.

>Me: It’s true.

>Her: You’re a liar.

Again I’m surprised at the insecurity, but I intend to prove it. I put down my glass on the coffee table and take hers to join it.

>Her: What are you doing?

>Me: Would a guy who didn’t think a woman like you is sexy do this?

I lift up her leg over my shoulder again and scoot her to the edge of the couch. I kiss my way up her leg, but instead of using my fingers I start kissing her pussy, then start licking her. Her hands are in my hair and she starts to gasp as I work my tongue and fingers in and around her. I work out my tongue on her and eat her out. After a while she’s bucking against me when she shudders and almost collapses with heavy breathing and a loud yelp. I can feel her pussy twitch, get wetter and engorge slightly as she’s riding her orgasm.

Now here’s the part where most put down how delicious a pussy tastes. In my experience it’s quite the opposite, usually a bit musty, sweaty and sour. That’s just nature’s way of dealing with vaginal hygiene. But I’ll gladly put up with the taste if eating out makes a woman feel so good she’ll lose motor control from it. I think it’s funny and sexy as hell.

Even funnier are the reactions when I gave her a kiss right after, before she can realize what I’m doing. Watching her expression go from post-orgasmic bliss, to a confused “wtf is this taste?”, to a startled “OMG, I just tasted myself!”. Priceless. She was a good sport and went into a laughing fit.

>Her: You need to wash your mouth *chuckle*.

>Me: Don’t worry it goes away pretty quickly.

>Her: No-one’s ever done that to me before.

>Me: Kiss you after eating you out?

She hits me on the shoulder.

>Her: Eat me out!

>Me: Well, welcome to both clubs.

She accepts my kiss anyway.

I get her up and lead her to the bedroom, but instead of continue our session, she quickly grabs my shirt from the assortment of discarded wardrobe items scattered along the way, holds it to cover herself and looks around the rooms again, checking corners, cubbies and the window. This again? I’m puzzled but just watch her do her thing.

> Me: Looking for someone?

> Her: Just checking we’re still alone. I don’t want anyone to see.

> Me: Don’t worry, we’re the only ones here, no-one’s coming and the shades are drawn. Now come here.

I straddle the bed and kiss her breasts, then lay back, pulling her onto the bed between my legs. She sits on her knees and looks at me, alternating her gaze between my face and my cock, not quite sure what to do until I reach for her face. Then she realizes what I want and she looks embarrassed.

> Her: I don’t know how.

> Me: Don’t know how to do what?

She takes a breath and just blurts it out.

> Her: I don’t know how to give a blowjob. I’ve never given one.

I’ve had a few inexperienced girls before and most women I’ve been with didn’t like to blow at all, but I was surprised considering the circumstances and her suspected age. I sit up straight again and give her a kiss.

> Me: You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I won’t mind.

> Her: No, I want to try.

Jackpot.

> Me: Ok, I’m glad because it’s probably the most incredible feeling you can give a guy. There’s not much to it. Just start with touching and jerking like you did earlier and then we’ll move on.

I take her hand and put it on my cock. She’s a bit hesitant but with a little encouragement she moves her fingers along my length, gradually gaining confidence as I get harder and seeing the enjoyment I get from the attention.

> Me: Very good, try touching different parts. The head below the skin is most sensitive. Don’t be afraid to grab the shaft and play with my balls, just be gentle with the last.

She grabs my cock with one hand and tentatively moves her fingers to my sack. My balls are laying spread rather obscenely because of the heat making them hang low. I can tell she’s surprised when she touches them.

>Her: The skin’s very soft, so weird!

>Me: It’s probably the softest part of a man’s skin, next to the earlobes. I’m going to lay back while you explore.

I plop back into the pillows and enjoy the view of this girl exploring my dick, her dark skin giving such a stark contrast. I can tell she’s getting more confident as she’s pulling, moving, fondling and lifting things around. It’s kinda ticklish. Eventually she grabs hold of my shaft and starts jerking. She’s studying how my foreskin retracts from my glans on the down stroke and goes back up on the return, gradually increasing intensity and speed. This feels nice until she starts being a bit too forceful.

>Me: Woah now, careful with the foreskin, don’t pull it down too hard, that hurts. When you’re ready, lick and kiss my cock, and then take it into your mouth.

She eases up on the tugging and moves her head to plant a kiss on top of my dick, gives me a wicked smile, then licks my shaft. Here we go boys! She adjusts herself to lie down in between my legs, works her way up and down a few times, takes a breath and pops the head in her mouth. Fuuuuck this is good.

>Me: That’s good. Now use your tongue and gently suck. Then try to take in more. Don’t be afraid to take it back out of your mouth too if you need to.

Slowly but surely she’s getting the hang of it and I’m in heaven. I throw my head back as she’s licking and sucking her way around, lightly gagging when she tries to take in more.

> Me: And that’s how you do it! I’ll let you know when I get close. You’re doing a great job!

She pops me out of her mouth.

> Her: Huh, that’s not so bad. Thanks for letting me try!

She licks me playfully and slaps me on her tongue and cheek a few times, then sucks me in again. Looks like she’s enjoying it. I put my hand behind her head and let it ride for a good while, then pull her hands away. I let her set the pace for a bit, then I grab my shaft and her head and set a faster pace. Fuuuck I want to nut badly, but decide against it so I slow her down again.

> Me: Let me know when I need to grab a condom.

She slips me out of her mouth briefly.

>Her: Now please.

I fumble with the nightstand drawer and find the packet I’m looking for. I take in the sight of this amazing woman sucking on my dick, tits wobbling and swaying as she bobs up and down a little more, then take her by the chin to release me and put on the condom. My dick is at full mast and she seems hesitant. I give her a deep kiss to make up for the stunt I pulled earlier by returning the favour. Then I flip her on her back and get between her legs, laying my cock on her stomach. She looks apprehensive.

>Me: Are you ready?

>Her: …I think so.

>Me: You sure?

>Her: Yes.

>Me: Ok, I’m putting it in.

I drag the length my cock over her tummy and mons, slap it with meaty thuds, then move between her folds. I can feel her excitement radiating as I rub up and down. I grab myself by the base and slowly insert myself, but despite her wetness it’s a bit of a struggle. She whimpers a little and I can quickly tell she needs to relax more, so I take it slow.

> Me: You OK?

> Her: Yeah, I’m just not used to it.

I guess she means me. I very slowly rock back and forth, going a little deeper with each pass. God, she’s tight! About halfway in she breathes in sharply, grimaces and puts her hands on my thighs.

> Her: Just hold here for a minute.

I keep still for a while until she nods to keep going. Slowly but surely I’m going in deeper and everything is going smoother with each pass. Finally I’m in about 3/4ths of my length and I change the rhythm, increasing my thrusts slightly. She responds with rapid breaths and quiet grunts at the end. I look down and watch my cock disappear in her pussy. It looks amazing.

Keeping up the rhythm she orgasms quietly, writhes around while she slaps her hands against my chest, then pulls me down close to look in her eyes.

> Her: It hurts a little but also feels good. Don’t stop. Keep fucking me!

Absolute lust. No problem, lady! I increase the pace some more. Her sighs turn into yelps, slowly increasing in pitch as we’re building to another orgasm until she grabs me tight and her eyes go wide as she releases. She cries out and shudders. I continue the pace trying real hard not to cum, but I have to slow down. I do slow full extractions and insertions that make her moan and keep me from blowing early.

I erect myself onto my knees and scoot her close and lift up her legs. I press myself into her and start over. Gradually picking up speed until I’ve a steady rhythm, gaining leverage by holding her legs, alternating between spreading her legs or holding up one or both up over a shoulder. I love watching her heavy tits bounce around. She trashes again as she cums and I grab her legs by the ankles to prevent her from kicking or kneeing me in the head.

I shift forward causing her to fold over with her legs pinned down. I like this position as I can use gravity to my advantage. I drop in and out of her like a pile driver, and her eyes and breathing goes wild.

> Her: You’re going really really deep!

I fuck her with altering strokes and speeds. Deep, deep, short. Deep, deep, short. Slooow. Short, short, deep. Short, short, deep. Eventually she’s hanging on to her legs for dear life uttering phrases I can’t understand and I can feel her pussy gripping me tight as she climaxes again. This time I can’t contain myself. The sights, the feelings, the sounds overwhelm me. My cock goes into that magnificent pre-ejaculation rod of steel mode and I can tell she feels what’s coming. She adjusts her pelvis slightly to let me sink in more. My sack tightens up, I push deep into her and I unload spurt after spurt into the condom with a grunt. Holy fuck, that was intense. I lower her legs and lay on top of her to kiss her. She has a satisfied smile and we catch our breath.

> Her: I’ve got to go to the bathroom, you made a mess of me.

> Me: Likewise.

I extract my party balloon from her and she gets up on shaky legs. I can’t help but chuckle as she wobbles to the WC. She makes a rude gesture in protest, but flashes that cute smile as she heads out the room.

I check out my handiwork. It looks like a sizable load and I tie a knot to prevent spillage… Oh. I think I may have been a bit too rough. The condom is crusty with blood. I’ve had it happen before with tight exes (or not), but it’s still an unpleasant discovery. I’d better tell her and I knock on the stall door.

> Me: Hey, you may want to check yourself, I think I made you bleed some.

> Her: I know, don’t worry! I’m fine.

I go and dispose of the evidence, clean myself off and fetch our waters with a fresh refill. I lounge on the bed waiting for her return. When she does, she installs herself next to me and leans into my chest, nursing her glass. I take the opportunity to casually play with her boobs with my free hand. She seems relaxed.

> Me: Are you OK?

> Her: Yeah, a little sore, but the good kind.

> Me: Want to keep going?

> Her: … You can?

> Me: Umm, yes?

> Her: I thought most guys can’t go more than once.

> Me: Well, I’m not most guys. Give me 15 minutes and we should be fine.

> Her: Good, I need a little respite after that.

We snuggle and make out during this hydration break, until she looks at me with the same look that caused all this in the first place. My cock lurches as blood starts pumping. I put our glasses down and stand up in front of her. This time she doesn’t need instructions and she eagerly takes me into her mouth. Slowly but surely I get hard again. I grab another condom, take it out of the package and sit down on the bed.

> Me: Put this on.

She takes the prophylactic and after a few strokes rolls it over my dick. I pull her over to straddle my legs. She instantly gets the idea and puts me inside her.

> Me: You’re in control, do what you want.

She nods and starts to ride me. We’re both studying each other. It’s awesome to watch and I take the opportunity to feel and play with her breasts. She tries a few things and picks a slow pace that feels amazing, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm while her pussy grips my cock when it slides up and down. The riding gets a bit more edge when she starts using her weight to drop down and tries to get me deeper inside her. She keeps it up until she climaxes again. Then she goes wild and starts a rapid pace that make her tits bounce around, bringing her to another orgasm.

I tilt her forward and bring up my knees to angle my cock just right and I start thrusting. This surprises her and enhances her climax even more making her tremble and shake on my chest. I relax again and she takes over to continue impaling herself on me to quickly orgasm again. Now my legs are starting to cramp from the wieght, so I decide to switch it up again.

I push her back and lean forward to fuck her missionary for a bit, then flip her over. I pull her hips up, to line up my cock to her pussy, then thrust. There’s a big gasp that turn into grunts as I pace up and fuck her steadily from behind with long deep strokes. She orgasms again and her legs give out under her, but I just lean forward and keep going. This surprises her and she loses control. She twitches uncontrollably and her pussy’s going crazy.

> Me: You like being fucked like this?

> Her: Ungh, I didn’t, ugh, know it was, uh, gonna be, aah, this good!

She buries her head in a pillow to muffle her screams. Out of all the things we did, she was definitely liking this the best. I know this was going to be the finale and I push her over the edge again (though it really seemed to be a beginning without end with her, it was awesome). I pick up the pace and with a final deep thrust I unload into the condom. We collapse in a heap and take a while to recover in each others arms. My muscles are burning and I’m short of breath and I can only imagine how she must be feeling. Slowly we come down from the post-coitus high.

I look at the clock. We’ve been at it for hours and it’s near the time the party was supposed to start. I got to figure if I want to attend or not, and I’d much rather be fucking her for the night if I can. I look at her and ask:

> Me: What are your plans tonight?

> Her: Hmm? What time is it?

I tell her.

> Oh damn, I need to get going.

I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed. Sex with her was fun.

> Me: You can stay if you’d like.

She hesitates, but is pretty adamant.

> Her: I’d like to, but I have to head on home before it gets too late. I still have a train ride.

> Me: There’ll be trains in the morning.

> Her: No, I have to be back as soon as possible, I can’t stay the night.

I nod. Maybe I overestimated things.

> Me: Want a shower?

Her smile is all I need for a confirmation. We share one and we get each other off one more time, her jerking me off and me fingering her while we get clean.

We towel off and gather our things to make ourselves presentable to the outside world, then head out the door and down the stairs. Before we exit the building I ask her.

> Me: Did you enjoy yourself?

> Her: Yes, thank you, you are really good at this. I’m happy to have found you today.

> Me: This may sound silly, but I never even asked your name and you didn’t ask mine. Can I have yours and your number as well?

> Her: ….

There’s a pause as she mulls things over.

> Her: No. I don’t want any proof this happened.

!? Huh? Wait what now?

> Me: Why not?

> Her: My brothers and cousins are out looking for me. I’m afraid they’ll kill us both if they find out. They don’t approve of guys like you. As far as they’ll know, my battery died and I was in a crowd listening to music until I went home.

Oh, fuck me. Then everything falls into place and it dawns on me: I just fucked a *virgin*! I know, sounds incredible, but bear with me.

I thought a fair bit about the sheer bizarreness about some of the things that happened and were said that day and my working theory post fact is as follows:

She’s probably from one of those controlling families where virtue is considered a top priority for the female members. No sex allowed before (arranged) marriage, and only with someone approved by the patriarch, with everyone else in the family keeping tabs. She somehow manages to slip away for a day and used me to get rid of a lifetime of sexual frustration and curiosity. Holy shit! It makes sense. The awkwardness, the insistence, the inexperience, the blood, the paranoia. Damn, I took a V-card without realizing. Women are still getting murdered by their families for exactly this sort of stuff, look up honor killing if you’re curious.

I then understood why she didn’t want to see me again, nor wanted my details. She’s playing with fire and is taking precautions. A stranger in a different town would be perfect for her to finally experience sex. I ticked all the boxes. Available, attractive and anonymous. There would be nothing to link her back to me. No stranger’s name on her lips to verify, no phone number in her address list, no messages or calls in her history. She knows where I live, but her family doesn’t and as long as they didn’t see us together she’s free. She wants perfect deniability.

To make her point across the grabs my wrists and looks into my eyes with a serious look:

> Her: I was never here, understand?

And like the misogynistic sex-crazed uncaring bastard I’ll probably be labelled as:

> Me: Ok, I don’t want to cause you trouble. Thank you for a great afternoon.

Her grim demeanor turns into a smile:

> Her: Good, and thank you again. Time to go, I don’t want to miss my train.

I open the door. She sticks her head out, looks down the street real quick and gives me a peck on the lips. And she’s off. I watch her head down the street but before she rounds the corner she turns, waves at me with that delicious smile and then she’s gone.

I never saw her again.

Epilogue
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I make my way to the BBQ. I toss some beers from the six-pack I bought along the way to my friends around the fire pit and plop down in a chair. I am tired, with a capital T, after that session. I’m getting some surprised looks until one of my buddies opens fire.

> Friend: Dude, where the hell have you been? You disappeared pretty sudden this afternoon.

I try to play it off cool.

> Me: Oh, had to take care of something.

> Friend: Ah yeah? Did that “something” have anything do to with that girl you lead off?

Oh snap, guess I was spotted. They’ve probably been ribbing on me the whole time I was gone. I can’t help but grin and I try to hide my expression but fail spectacularly. Rapacious laughter and hoots go around the fire at such an obvious tell, and some money exchanges hands over a lost bet. No wonder I couldn’t win during poker night.

> Friend: You dog! You’re always such a player. How was it? We want details!

I consider myself anything but, though I did seem to be pretty lucky in love lately.

> Me: Sorry, I don’t really want to tell you any, but I had fun.

My friends try to coax more out of me but I held them at bay. I’m happy to just enjoy the party.

To my surprise I get a text from the girl I was dating and she wants to see me later that night, much to the envy of some of my guy friends. Yes, I did have sex with her too, but it was a more toned down affair compared to the passion from earlier in the day as I was pretty spent. It did highlight the calendar box with an extra exclamation point to officially mark it as one of the good old days. I still reminisce to the events and experience occasionally, as it was one of the wildest I’ve had the pleasure of having.

I wonder if she thinks back to me sometimes like I do of her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bj4snb/mfons_an_afternoon_to_remember