*Charlie* was my friend’s boyfriend. Secretly I thought he was hot but I never told her. He was older. Shaggy, blonde hair. Short and thin. Charlie and I were friends and we had mutual friends outside of his girlfriend/my friend so it wasn’t uncommon for us to hang out at his place piled up in his room fighting over the comfy spots on his bed. Playing video games. Watching movies. Fairly typical stuff. I always felt this electric charge between us but I never brought it up and I made sure not to be alone with him. He wasn’t mine and she was my friend. Eventually they broke up and once that happened I decided it was time to fuck Charlie and see if there was any spark between us for real.
I made plans to hang out with Charlie. Maybe he had been feeling the raw lust between us too because that day I was the only one who went to his place. It started out normal. We sat on the floor, our backs leaned against his bed. I watched Charlie play a game and allowed myself to look at him. Really study him. The blonde stubble on his chin. The way the muscles in his hands flexed as he controlled his character. The anime tattoo on his bicep that peeked out from beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt when he moved. His blonde hair hanging down over his green eyes. For a while that continued. Me eyeing every part of him. His green eyes shifting from me to the screen. Until finally he sat the controller down and pulled me to his lap muttering “Fuck it.”
Our first kiss was anything but tender. It was hungry. Needy. Sinfully delicious. I had wanted to fuck him while he dated my friend and by the way he forced his tongue into my mouth I assumed he had felt the same way. I gripped his shoulders forcing him onto his back. He grunted and quickly flipped me over. His blonde hair hung over us as he held his head up to look at me. He smiled down at me running his hand along my jaw, down my neck and circling over my breast. I half-heartedly struggled beneath him to get back on top. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, lowering his body to grind on me. The friction was actually annoying me more. I had no desire to participate in foreplay. I had imagined Charlie on top of me many times and in those fantasies we fucked hard, fast and rough. I bucked my hips underneath him to which he bit my neck and put enough of his weight on me that my chest felt compressed. The need for a deeper breath mixed with the pent up desire for him made me ache. I could feel myself already seeping into my panties.
Our power struggle for top continued as we flipped each other over, pulling off clothes as we went. Our shirts peeled off first. He jerked my skinny jeans down to my ankles and yanked them off. I forced down both his jeans and underwear. He rapidly unhooked my bra then shoved me on my back. His mouth was on me. Kissing. Trailing down my body, stopping to suck my nipples, leaving bite marks down my stomach. I squirmed underneath him. He flicked his tongue over my navel. His hands beginning to roll down my panties. His fingers found my wetness and he looked up at me. Watching my reaction as he explored me, pushing in two fingers and rubbing inside of me. His eyes burned into mine. The smirk on his face. Cocky as hell. My fantasy of Charlie was living up to expectations and I wanted him so badly my entire body pulsed.
He slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them. “Goddamn,” he breathed. “I have to fuck you now. Like right now.” He climbed back up on top of me spreading my legs apart and lowering himself against me. With one hand he held himself above me while he used the other hand to guide the head of his dick into me. He slowly slid the length of his shaft into me. His eyes closed and he threw his head up. He swore under his breath and dug his fingers into the carpet above my shoulders. He moved in me, slowly, sliding nearly all the way out then pushing back in as deep as his length would allow. His eyes opened and he looked at me for a brief second before his mouth pressed against mine. We kissed as he moved. Slowly. In. Out. Then he broke the kiss, panting. His breath ragged. He pushed into me with all his might. Deep as he could. Then I felt his cum hit the inside of me, his cock pulsing, filling me. His eyes snapped to me and his face was a mixture of “Oh shit” and “Fuck yes”. He pulled out of me quickly, hovering over me.
His face was flushed and I honestly couldn’t tell the origin of it. He crashed softly onto the floor beside me and rolled onto his side to look at me. For a minute just the sounds of us breathing filled the room. “Um, are you on the pill?” he asked me.
I didn’t see the point in lying to him. “No.”
He took a second to think about that. “Shit.” he finally said. The electricity between us was fizzling out. I could feel the awkwardness setting in. I remained on my back my head turned to look at him. All of that tension and this was it? I was trying my best to hide my disappointment. We finally fucked and it was not anything like I had imagined. I kept still, not reaching for my clothes, hoping he would put his hands on me. Make me cum too. But he didn’t. He reached for his clothes first. Standing up to put his jeans back. He tugged his shirt over his head, fluffing his hair then sat down with his back against the bed. I took the hint and put my clothes back on, a mixture of aggravation and disappointment brewing. I could see we weren’t going to talk about how quickly that went. And I wasn’t mad at him. I understood that it was an unavoidable thing at times and in ways maybe it was a compliment. He had wanted me as bad as I wanted him. My instincts weren’t wrong about that. I had fucked Charlie. My curiosity was satisfied at least. But my body felt tense. Worked up. No release. That was irritating.
I didn’t sit back down beside him. Instead I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He had already picked his controller back up and stuffed a wad of dip down in his bottom lip. He glanced up. “You leaving?”
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head out.”
He nodded once. “Get home safe.”
I told him I would and then I let myself out. Walking down the steps, my phone already in my hand scrolling through my contacts. I landed on one and hit call. I wasn’t going home. Not just yet.
Author: c9j3
[F]un Valentine’s day with [M]y classmate
I met *Johnny* in class. He was short with a mop of curls. Cute. We hit it off and when Valentine’s day came around we were both single so I went over to his place to hang out. Johnny lived with his older brother, *Kevin*. We barely spoke to each other just went straight to Johnny’s room.
His room was pretty bare. A futon. A nightstand. Some posters on the wall. A tv and a shelf of movies/games. Johnny had went ahead and ordered us a pizza and grabbed some snacks/drinks from his kitchen. We sat on the futon to watch a movie and eat. I leaned against Johnny and he smoothly put his arm around me. As the movie played we got more comfortable until I was laying on his lap.
This wasn’t really a date, just two friends “hanging out” to protest a dumb holiday so both of us were dressed pretty laid back. I had on yoga pants and a band t-shirt. He had on gym shorts and a hoodie. Those gym shorts quickly betrayed him. I shifted my head and noticed something hard poking me at the nape of my neck. I looked up at him and I could see it on his face. He knew I knew. He quickly tried to laugh it off and apologize, but his behaviors were unconvincing. His hand rested on my stomach and began to drift up to my rib cage. Every once in a while he would glance down at me, trying to gauge my reaction to his sliding hand. His room was warm but I had goosebumps. I was pretty sure I knew where this was going so I laced my fingers through his and brought his hand the rest of the way to my breast.
He looked down at me, his thick eyebrows raised as if making sure I wanted things to go this way too. I pressed his hand into my breast, encouraging him to grope me. That was all he needed. He bent over me to kiss me. His lips were the softest I have ever felt on a guy. His kisses were soft, tender. He wasn’t what I was used to, but he was a nice change of pace. While one hand groped my breasts, the other toyed with my long hair that spilled over his thighs. I touched his beard lightly feeling the coarseness of it and wondering what it would feel like if his mouth was between my legs. I pulled myself up momentarily breaking away from his lips and turned toward him so that I could touch him too. He shifted so we were sitting facing each other.
Our lips reconnected and this time our kisses deepened. Our mouths opening wider to allow our tongues to find each other. His hands went to my breasts and cupped them, massaging through my shirt. My hands played at the hem of his hoodie, sliding in and out, feeling his pale skin, before finally allowing them to roam up his chest and back down. I traced my fingertips down his happy trail, stopping above the waistband of his shorts. Johnny’s hands left my breasts to mold to my cheeks. He pulled back ever so slightly, his breath hot on my lips, his eyes studying my expression intensely. His hands titled my head up and his lips left a trail of light kisses down my neck to my collarbone. “How far do you want to go?” he asked me in a heavy voice before sucking at the base of my neck. I don’t answer quickly enough so he bites my neck. I grind myself against the futon. His teeth nibble back up my neck, his fingers weaving through my hair. I lean away, fingers gripping the bottom of his hoodie and pulling it along with his t-shirt off. He wasted no time in ripping off my shirt. His teeth grazing my shoulder as his hand swiftly undid my bra. We were both half naked. He was putting his weight against me, forcing me onto my back. His knees separated my thighs and placed himself between them. He kissed me wildly. Hungrily. One hand propped him up while the other I could hear fidgeting with a drawer in the nightstand beside us. Johnny sat up and eased my yoga pants off. He looked down the length of my body. I was topless, my breasts free, wearing only a little black thong with hot pink lace trim. His fingers looped the skinny strings and tugged down the thong leaving me naked. I grinded against his knees. I craved the friction of his body. I reached up and pulled his shorts down. He was dripping pre cum already and to his surprise I swiped it off his dick with my finger then licked it. He stood up, letting his shorts fall away and began opening a condom. I watched him roll the red rubber down his shaft. I squeezed my legs closed feeling myself grow even wetter. He was a sight to see. His hair fell into his face. A smirk played on his lips. And that decadent cock coated in an opaque red condom set my sex on fire. He stroked himself a couple times and asked “Will you go down on me a bit? It’s flavored. I remember you saying you like strawberries.”
I let Johnny have my place on the futon. I ran my hands up his thighs approaching his erection. I gently rolled his balls in my palm. I could hear his breathing quicken as my mouth closed around the tip then slid down. The condom might have been strawberry but it tasted absolutely awful. I prefer to actually taste what I put in my mouth but the gesture of remembering a small detail like that was too sweet so I set to work. My tongue glided up and down, swirling around the tip. I closed my mouth around him then opened it. I sucked hard and twisted my mouth around his shaft as I went up and down. Johnny moaned my name, his fingers gathering my hair and holding it back. I took all of him into my mouth to the back of my throat. He swore under his breath as I slowly brought my tongue up the underside of his dick and sat back on my heels. I could feel my wetness against the back of my legs. I wanted Johnny in a place that was not my mouth and as if he read my mind he takes my hand and pulls me to my feet and guides me to get on my back on the futon.
His hand reaches down to my pussy. He circles my clit with his thumb then slowly slides a finger in me. He whistles. Actually whistles. Then he tells me he’s never had a girl so wet just from sucking dick. I buck forward at his words, burying his fingers deeper until he brushes the sweet, tender tissue inside me. He smiles down at me, his hand drags up my body to my lips. I suck his finger and watch his smile grow wider. He reaches back down and guides his cock between my legs, rubbing the head on my clit before entering me. He fucks me slow at first, his kisses all over my neck, then he speeds up and rives me into absolute bliss. He stirred inside me and reached down to my clit until I felt my body go painfully numb. Finally Johnny came too. He held me for a moment before getting up and removing the condom. He dropped the used condom into an almost empty bag of Reese’s Pieces instead of walking out of the room to the only bathroom back in the hall. We cuddled naked under his blanket and actually watched a movie.
That night he texted me and told me his brother came looking for that bag of candy. Johnny thought nothing about the condom he had dropped in the bag so he handed it to his brother who turned to leave. While walking down the hallway his brother apparently opened the bag and reached in. Johnny heard Kevin yell, “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK MAN?” and rushed out to take the bag back and explain. Kevin was pretty cool about it after the initial shock. I went over to their place a few more times and every time I saw Kevin he playfully teased me. Even if there were no Reese’s Pieces in their entire place he would offer me some with the biggest grin.
[F]ucking [M]y church friend on the edge
*Michael* had invited me out for a hike. It was early afternoon and a very nice day. Perfect weather really. I met him at the park outside the trail head. We checked our backpacks to make sure we had our supplies for the hike and for a picnic lunch at the waterfall and we set off. The first part of the trail was easy. It was a steep downhill trek. As long as you were careful of roots you were fine. But once you bottomed out you went up and the path became uneven. Some climbing became necessary. Michael went first. His long legs powered through effortlessly. My much shorter legs found it more challenging to find sturdy places to push off of so Michael would turn and help. About an hour later we reached the waterfall. A huge rock jutted out beside it that was flat on top and our intended picnic spot.
Teasing my boy[f]riend’s nerdy roo[m]mate gets me pounded
When I was 18 I was dating a college senior, *Jordan*. He lived in a student apartment with three other guys. The college was a big party school and there were always parties at the apartments. I spent my weekends with him. One of his roommates was rarely home. The other two were home and we did occasionally play cards, watch movies, play video games, drink, etc together. One of the guys was a tall, self-conscious nerdy type fellow, *Noah*. Noah was very socially awkward and I’m pretty sure he had never had a girlfriend. In the beginning I wasn’t fond of Noah and hated being alone in the apartment with him while my boyfriend was at work. He was constantly watching every move I made. If I went to the kitchen in the middle of the night Noah would come out of his room and just hang out in the living room obviously trying to find some piddly excuse to be out there. Jordan found it amusing and since Noah was basically harmless he wasn’t bothered by it.
[F]un forgetting my cheating ex with [M]y church friend
I met *Michael* in church actually. I never imagined when we exchanged numbers that our friendship would become what it did. He was a couple years younger than me. Very funny. A med student. He was kind of dorky and into comics. Well over a foot taller than me. Michael was a good looking guy and I was definitely interested in him. It didn’t take long for us to become good friends. Things got a little flirty but I ended up dating a different guy so we both backed off.
Until I caught him cheating and we broke up. Michael took me out to cheer me up. We danced for hours. He really lifted my spirits and at the end of the night I wanted to pay him back. So we went to a park in the middle of the night. We began making out and letting our hands roam over each other. I wanted him right then and there. I got on my knees in the dirt. I didn’t care about my dress. I wanted to watch his handsome face cum. When I undid his pants and took out his dick my mouth dropped. Biggest dick I have ever EVER seen in my life. Not just length but girth. I was nervous but I did my best to take as much of him into my mouth as possible. He ran his fingers through my hair and never broke eye contact with me. It was incredibly hot. Trying to suck that dick like he deserved while he looked down at me with this intense passionate twinkle in his lust saturated eyes. Eventually he used my hair to pull my mouth off of his dick and told me to get up.