**This is my first time posting/writing here. I noticed I use different tenses throughout the story. Sowwy. And yeah, it’s a little vanilla and probably has some irrelevant information, but, hey, I’m not making you read it! If you want to nevermind the cringey back story and get to sex, scroll down to the bold *HEHE*
(Names and locations have been changed for privacy. Duh.)
This happened a couple months ago:
I was a teenager – a freshman in college the first time my eyes met hers. It was my first crush. I legitimately had never crushed on a girl before I met Taylor that spring night. I was too oblivious in high school to get any sort of action from girls. Not to mention the focus on perfecting my nonconformist ‘punk rock’ look probably didn’t catch any girls’ attention in my overgrown southern suburban town. But I didn’t really mind. I was too scared to have sex. Anyway, Taylor and I met at a party around the time I was stepping outside of my shell. That night happened so quickly. After my friend group briefly met hers, I remember her grabbing my arm and leading me to the dance floor. She moved her body like a fucking goddess. I couldn’t believe it. My dick was rock hard. Taylor felt it. She positioned her ass so it was pressing the tip of my dick. Ever so slightly she moved her ass in a circular motion, just enough friction to get my toes to curl and grab her hips tighter. The whole time, my inexperienced self is thinking, “I gotta kiss her. She’ll want to, right? Duuuude. I mean, yeah? Right?” I turn her shoulders around and lock lips with her. The kiss didn’t last long but…..yep, that’s when my feelings developed. That was the night of many more to come spent I fantasizing about fucking her.