Just now got time to write.
I kinda withdrew for a couple of days, and got lost in myself. Worked a couple of shifts, and took my coworker Ali up on the drink offer. I had plans to go over to Vanessa’s house afterward for another round. I got in my car after my shift and waited for Ali’s to end another half hour later. I smoked a bowl and listened to a new band at the time (cigarettes after sex) and sorta forgot where I was. She knocked on my window and scared the shit out of me. She was about 5’6″, long brown hair, C sized tits that she kept hidden with oversized t-shirts. She was an Indie girl, super into skating and shoegaze. She never wore a bra at work.
I put the window down and told her to hop in. We went across the street to a chain Mexican restaurant because she lived close by. I had a couple of modelos and she had a margarita. We chatted about work for a while, and she kept sucking on that straw and eyeballing me.
I looked her right in the eye and asked her if she wanted to fuck or not, because I had somewhere to be. She kinda gasped, raised her eyebrows, slurped down the rest of her margarita, and got up. She didn’t say anything, so I kinda assumed my shot failed and I was going to take her back to her car.
We get in, she turns to me and says “Normally, I would have totally laughed in your face. But I’ve had a crush on you for a year, and I’m not letting you slip away.”
She leans over and we kiss. Her lips were so soft, and she kissed me like nobody had before. To this day, I’ve never shared a kiss like this with anyone else. They were like silky clouds or something. Our tongues played with each other, and she was gripping my shoulder blades, pulling me closer. I smiled, and broke the kiss.
Me:”Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”
Ali: “Do you?”
That’s all I needed to hear. I just started driving to my apartment, and she didn’t even ask where we were going. We threw our clothes off at the door and she backed me up against my fridge (the kitchen door was my mainly used entrance) and got down on her knees and unzipped my pants. I wasn’t even hard yet, as I’d either been fucking Vanessa or jerking off in my downtime. My sex drive was insatiable.
She took my flaccid cock into her mouth. I remember how good her lips felt, and as I said earlier, nothing ever came close again. I grew so quickly I thought I’d pass out. She sucked my cock in some sort of ferocious motion of jerking me off at the same time, but to where I never caught a glimpse of my cock other than the base. I was in paradise. She took me into her throat twice, and pulled back with a toothy grin.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
I took her hand and led her through my apartment. She stopped at the tiny loveseat I had instead, and said “this’ll do just fine.”
I sat down, pulled my pants back down and tossed them on the floor. She stood in front of me between my knees, and I jerked hers down too. Her ass wasn’t huge by any means, but she had a body like a gymnast. She pulled her Billy Corgan t-shirt over her head (yeah) and her tits were much larger than I’d thought. I massaged them gently, and we kissed again. She climbed on top of me and straddled me, reaching back and taking my cock in her hand, rubbing the tip against her pussy. I felt how wet she was and felt like a lightning bolt hit the tip of my dick.
She slowly let herself down onto me, and closed her eyes and bit her lip. She took all of it, and then shot her eyes open and shoved her tongue into my mouth. I decided I’d let her have the reins. She took them, and deserved them, and I had nothing to complain about. I gripped her ass and pulled it apart, stretching her open more. She rode me good, slow at first with intermittent grinding. She put her hands on the back of my loveseat for support, and starting bouncing on me. I could feel every centimeter of her pussy wrapped around me.
“Hold on a fucking minute” she panted. “Why aren’t we listening to any music?”
“Oh shit, you’re right” I said.
I leaned to the left to grab my phone and TV remote, and she went full succubus on me. She started riding me like it was my last moment alive and she had to prove that life had been worth it. I felt drunk with lust. I somehow fumbled enough to get the song Dreaming of You by Cigarettes After Sex on (I’d been listening to that earlier in the car when she showed up).
I tried to throw her on her back, and she stopped me. “I’m earning your cum. Don’t stop me.”
How could anyone say no.
I went back to squeezing her ass, and occasionally her tits. She came and I felt my thighs and stomach getting wet. “Why haven’t you cum yet?” she panted. “Turn around.” I said. She did, and without pulling off of me. Reverse cowgirl, this was my favorite. She rode me and I slipped my thumb into her ass. She threw her head back and I grabbed her hair with my free hand, making her arch her back. Maybe .5 seconds later, I was about to cum. I told her, and she hopped off and had her mouth on me before I could even open my eyes. She was even more ferocious than before, and throated every rope of cum I gave her.
I was panting, and staring into her eyes. Love again? Lust again? I felt something. She grinned, hopped up, and went to the bathroom to clean up. She came back out fully dressed, and said she had to go pick her brother up from work. I was in a daze, still naked. I had somewhere to be, I remembered. She kissed me and left. I texted Mel, and told her I’d be free the day after tomorrow.
I got to Vanessa’s house around 2 AM again, which became the norm that summer. We started drinking and she asked me if I was seeing anyone else. I told her no. She confessed that she had a long distance boyfriend that was living in Montana, and that he was coming to visit her next week.
I felt somewhat a pang of “are you serious, I liked you”. Being who I was at the time though, I ignored that.
“That’s alright. You need someone to fuck, I understand.”
“*sigh*, It’s not that. I want you, too. I love him, but he will never give me what you’re giving me. Is all of that ok? I won’t leave him. But I want you to stick around, unless he comes to visit.”
“Whatever,” I said, “that doesn’t bother me.”
My phone vibrated. I went to the bathroom, took a piss, and checked it.
Ali: “I’m masturbating thinking about today…. can I come back over?”
Me: “Not tonight, going to bed, see you tomorrow?”
I didn’t wait for another response. I took all of my clothes off, walked back into the living room, and told Vanessa to strip. We made love that night, and again, I slept two or three hours there, woke up, and went home to shower and eat, and go to work.
To be Continued.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bwtii6/me_and_my_wild_streak_mf_part_2