Bringing out her inner slut [M/F]

Our time together was short. My memories of her are soft and thrilling and play out in fragments like scenes of a movie.

She messaged me on a whim. There wasn’t much information on my profile, and that seemed to intrigue her. She told me she never does that kind of thing.

She was a student, but didn’t seem to like her program much. We chatted for a few days by text and became good friends. She told me about a fight with her friend and asked my advice. I told her about my past, even the painful, embarrassing parts. It all happened so quickly. I felt close to her.

Then our chats turned sexual, and we became *really* good friends.

I learned a lot about her. I learned that she was intensely sexual, but very reserved about it. She liked to feel dirty and owned. I obliged her in our increasingly frequent sexts. I told her what a dirty slut she was. I told her I was going to destroy her pussy and make her mine. I asked if she always spread her legs for guys she just met. She loved every minute of it. I had a lot of fun turning her on with my words. I liked knowing that I affected her.

*****

But we hadn’t met, and I was nervous about that part. I was worried that my lewd stories had made me sound like a relentless sex-crazed maniac, when the truth is I prefer things a little softer, especially with someone new. I hoped she didn’t expect me to bust through the door, tear off her clothes and ravage her, because that’s not how I wanted it to play out. I’m also shy, which can be enough to kill the mood on its own. She admitted that she was nervous too, and told me she hoped I didn’t really think she was an insatiable vixen. And that’s where we stood when I drove to meet her for the first time: both of us hoping the other didn’t think they were a sex maniac.

It was awkward. Maybe it’s always awkward, I don’t know. It was her first time, so neither of us really knew what to expect. We had dinner and got to know each other face to face, each of us trying to find the person we’d gotten to know in our phones somewhere inside the person sitting in front of us.

During a pause in the conversation, I slowly started to move my hand across the table. We both watched it happen, like it was moving on its own. I hesitated, and then caressed the back of her hand with my finger. She was uncomfortable and asked me to stop. It was too much, too soon.

I sat back and changed the subject. If that was too much, then things probably weren’t going anywhere physical. That was okay. The worst case scenario was getting to have dinner with a friend.

*****

We went for a walk in the freezing cold park and held hands. She explained that it wasn’t me, it was just all very new for her and she needed a little time. I nodded. It was new for me too, so I understood. We kissed for the first time under the trees in the park but we didn’t enjoy it. The moment wasn’t right.

*****

She took me to her favourite spot in the city, a tiny dock on the river. It was at the bottom of a steep hill, not lit from above. It was dark and private. I told her it felt like a safe place. I stepped behind her and hugged her close to me. She folded her arms over mine, and for a while we stood in silence, looking out at the dark river flowing and quietly enjoying each other’s company. It was nice, but it still wasn’t the right moment.

Then she turned to me and put her arms around my neck. “Put your hands under my shirt, on the small of my back,” she told me.

I did as she asked. Her smooth skin was cool, and she gasped and pressed her head to my chest at the sudden warmth of my hands. I laid a small kiss on top of her head.

“Higher,” she said, and I obediently stroked slowly up and down her back. It felt like an intimate moment; we were sharing something together, and I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was just for us. She started breathing more quickly, and squeezed my arms. The world narrowed to a point, and all I could feel was her skin, all I could hear was her ragged breath, all I could smell was her hair. I was totally focused on her. But it wasn’t the right moment.

“Now lower,” she said. I slipped my hand down the back of her skirt. She was wearing a thong, and her ass was smooth and firm. She moaned as I spread my fingers on her ass and gave it a squeeze. Somehow my focus narrowed beyond even skin and breath. And then the moment was right. I kissed her there, on the tiny dock on the river, and for the first time, we both meant it.

*****

In the elevator she decided she was freezing and sprinted inside to jump under the covers. She turned on the TV for white noise. I smiled and spooned her to share my warmth. I assured her again that it was okay if nothing happened. Our moment on the dock was beautiful. It was more than I needed. But I knew we weren’t done.

I started to explore her body with my hands, encouraged by her small gasps and wriggles. I squeezed her ass again, and ran my fingers down her thighs to tickle the backs of her knees. Then, agonizingly slowly, I started tracing lines up and down the inside of her thigh.

She smoothly stripped off her panties and skirt for me. I rolled her onto her back and slipped my hand further up, very, very slowly. I massaged her outer lips, and she groaned and bucked her hips against me. Finally, I slipped my finger into her wetness and gently touched her clit.

She was soaking wet. I rubbed her clit, but I could tell that she wanted more, so I started to finger fuck her with my thumb on her clit. She was in heaven, and her cum went everywhere. She soaked my entire hand to my mid-forearm, and her thighs, and her belly, and the sheet under her, and the sheet that was still thrown over her legs.

She got close but seemed to need something else, so I reminded her that we had just met and asked if this was standard first date stuff for her or what. I told her I knew all along that she just wanted to open her legs for me and that this proved once and for all that she was a world-class slut. She could lie to the rest of the world but I saw her for what a slut she really was. And then she had her first writhing, moaning, helpless orgasm.

*****

I hate putting on condoms. I’m a little over six inches but have found out that I’m pretty thick. Nothing is less sexy than interrupting everything to force a silicone tube over myself.

But we wanted to fuck, so I tried to hold tight to the sexiness and started the slow, painful process of condoming up. Then I gave myself a generous coating of lube. By the time I was ready to go, my erection was basically gone. This is the definition of frustrating.

But I tried anyway. She was also very, very tight, so it took some extra effort. After what felt like forever, I managed to work my half-hard dick into her by lining up and pressing hard with my thumb.

When I finally squeezed into her, she gasped and gripped at the sheets.

“Hold on a second,” she asked urgently. “Just…don’t move for a bit. I need to adjust to how thick you are.”

I glanced down, surprised. “Uh, okay. But just so you know, I’m at about half mast.”

I smiled at her delighted moan. It intensified when I gave her a tiny, sharp hip thrust.

I slowly worked at her hot, wet, incredibly tight pussy. She would ask me to stop while she got used to me, and I would stop while she panted and moaned. Then I would slowly start thrusting into her again. We kept this up until we managed to find a steady rhythm that worked for both of us.

I knew we’d gotten it right when she started to purr.

I don’t know how long we went at it. I can never tell. I grabbed her ankles and held them in the air while I fucked her. She seemed to be off in a trance. She started making this low, constant moan that reached down into the animal part of my brain and flipped some kind of switch in me. Suddenly I was hyper-aware of everything that was happening and how incredibly hot it was. I could feel her calf muscle tensing rhythmically with my thrusts. Her dark, hard nipples stood out from her big, soft breasts. I could feel her pussy flutter as my cock stretched her out. This girl had been intrigued by me and she sent me a message and we had become friends and then we couldn’t find the moment and now I was inside her. I was balls deep in her pussy and she was tight and wet.

I stripped off the condom and came hard on her belly, and collapsed onto the bed next to her. She caught her breath, then turned to me and giggled. “I think I was purring.”

*****

We were hungry, so we went for shawarma. We were giggling and clutching at each other like we’d just gotten laid and didn’t care who knew. The shawarma guy definitely knew. He was too polite to roll his eyes at us, but I saw him anyway.

We were the only customers. She was nervous about public affection, but I also knew she liked feeling like a slut. When the guy turned his back, I reached down and slowly slid my finger up her thigh and under her skirt to rub firmly at her pussy. She gasped softly, and looked up at me with wonder. Like she was seeing me for the first time.

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