(NOTE: This story is a work of fiction and I am to this date a virgin, as well as the girl who served as inspiration behind this story. Only the first 1.5 paragraphs are true, but everything else is a work of fiction. Of course I wrote the girl’s name under a pseudonym. I am still in love with her and we remain best friends to this day.)
Joanna. I can’t get that name off my mind – the thought of her name is often accompanied by desires that can seem to be only be fulfilled within my wildest fantasies.
Her face comes to mind; a clash of angelic innocence and seductive sass. Her sharp brown eyes are almost catlike; I feel like I’m under her spell every time she sends me selfies of her winking via Snapchat. I couldn’t forget those soft sultry lips, highlighted by a natural gloss of their own.
Joanna lives in a city 2 and a half hours away from where I am. We found each other via Instagram and was a flame of mine briefly; we were never in a serious relationship but we had intense feelings for each other. We eventually stayed friends and never met in person due to our hectic schedules until one day she showed up in my city – for God knows what reason. It had been over a year and a half since we discovered each other. I was ecstatic when she told me of the news and I met her by the train station. It was the first time I laid eyes on her in person – my jaw dropped. The brunette looked oh so racy in her black tank top and tight skinny jeans. Her slender curves and plump breasts are a distraction. She is the living embodiment of a teenage fantasy.
There isn’t much to see or do around the city, so I took her back to campus after a brief stop at the ice cream parlor. The university campus itself is my neighborhood – where I study and live. She was stumped to learn that I live in a private studio.
“That sounds really comfortable, are you rich or something?” she joked.
“Not really, the building itself is just a popular accommodation among international students here.”
I took her back to my studio to show her around; despite the slight mess she told me that I have a nice place. I invited her to make her feel at home, and an awkward moment of silence followed.
I then looked at her, and she glanced back at me with a sensual stare. I am still in love with her after all this time. *It’s now or never*, I thought to myself. When again, will I find her standing in my very apartment room?
We locked eyes, then I made my move. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. It was a long, passionate kiss; soft, delicate, and even meaningful. Our bodies loosened, then I slowly broke away, with the taste of her lipstick lingering in my mouth. With a teasing touch, she crept her hand up my shoulder and proceeded to remove my black leather jacket and threw it onto the hardwood floor. Seconds later, she grabbed my face with both hands and mashed her lips against mine, teasing her tongue into my mouth. She ran one hand through my black greasy mane.
“Perhaps we can use some of that pomade as lube,” she remarked with a cheeky smirk.
“Quit your tomfoolery and kiss me harder.” I laughed.
While still engaged in a fiery, demanding kiss, I pinned her to the wall and she started to unbutton my shirt.
“My boy got bigger,” she winked, remembering a few shirtless pictures I sent from last year. I am a 5’9″ Asian man of a skinny build, and although not packing, I’ve been hitting the gym for the last few months and did a bit of strength training.
She placed her right hand on my biceps, and then on my chest. Her touch is enough to make a man cum; I didn’t, fortunately. She slid her soft hand lower, down towards my throbbing cock. She was a virgin as was I. “I’ve never felt a hard dick before. It’s just so delicate.”
“Be careful with it,” I laughed, breathing shakily.
I dangled her free of her tight tank top and undid her bra straps, exposing her set of perky tits.
She peeled my cuffed jeans away and wrapped her hand on my cock. Her face lit up, delighted that I was bigger than she expected. She slowly rubbed a finger on the tip of my penis, then slowly popped it into her mouth. She licked the tip as if it was an ice-cold Popsicle on a summer day and began with gentle strokes, gradually going faster, eventually resulting into one hell of a sloppy blowjob. Just as I was on the verge of climaxing, she decided not to let me cum at this moment just yet.
Fully naked, I stripped the rest of her clothes off. She gave me a hint of insecurity in her eyes, then looked away.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked her tenderly.
“I’m not sexy.”
“Are you kidding? Just look at you!”
“No,” she whispered, and pointed to her right leg. “I have cellulite.” She showed the dimples on her thigh and ass.
“But that’s perfectly normal. Beauty doesn’t always mean perfect everything. You are perfect in my eyes, and that’s all that matters. It’s even sexy on you!” I kissed her right thigh and squeezed her firm ass.
With a boost of confidence, she revealed her perfect pink pussy. I knew for a fact that she shaves for the summer but she left a bit of fuzz in a fashion was bikini-appropriate.
“Girl, you know me well.” I smiled.
I do love a girl with at least some hair, well, a *woman*, in this case. A real woman.
For a few seconds we stopped and glanced at each other in our naked glories; everything just felt so right. There we were, man and woman, in our natural states, unabashed and shameless before each other.
I lifted her 5’5″ frame all the way to my bed and kissed her all over. Pecks all around her neck made her moan softly for more; I kissed her down to her arms and lifted them up, lightly stroking my tongue over her warm, fleshy armpits. She giggled. Though unusual, she enjoyed it.
I cupped a hand over her breast and teased her hard nipple, circling my finger over it.
As she shuddered, I continued to kiss her body, gradually going lower, through her belly, then I stopped in front of the sweet spot.
I spread her legs apart and she was wet all over. I tickled her clit with my finger, flicking it and rubbing it as she let out sighs of pleasure. A trickle of pussy juice dripped down her skin, which I caught with my tongue, and let my tongue do the rest of the work, tasting every inch of her juicy lady bits. She convulsed slightly as I sucked her soaking clit.
As I drew my head away from her clit and let it see the light of day, Joanna spread her pink flower open with her fingers. I slowly inserted my rock-hard rod into her tight warm pussy, going balls deep into her. I slowly pushed myself back and forth, then picked up speed, using her moans as a signal. The next thing we knew, she was riding me like a mechanical bull. I cupped my hand over her mouth to not let her loud moans be heard over the thin walls of my studio.
“Oh, fuck!” she sighed. I felt her pussy pulsating, and at that moment, I was ready to blow my load as well. Without saying a word, I acted quick and drew my cock out of her, and spilled my hot seed all over her body. She stuck her tongue out to catch as many drops of cum she could.
Both sweaty and panting, we collapsed onto the bed with arms around each other.
We finished off quite soon but I lasted longer than we expected. There was no better first time that we could ask for.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/bs9kxf/my_first_story_its_quite_long_let_me_know_how_i
You got the title wrong; the story isn’t that long. It was well written. Good job on the first try. A lot better than countless other first stories I’ve read.