First time after lockdown [M] [F]

Covid times hit me hard. I ended up getting the virus late last year and it left me pretty weak. Then the country pretty much locked down from December through to May. I lived alone through it all and pretty much saw no-one.

Throughout the entire period I kept getting messaged by this girl Chloe, on pretty much every form of social media that exists. There were three things that anyone who saw her immediately noticed about Chloe: she was very short, well under five feet; her skin was quite literally as pale as milk; she had very large breasts, which she kept jacked up and pretty much bared in every outfit I ever saw her in.

We first met a few years ago at an ex-girlfriend of mine’s party, and Chloe was very drunk and wearing a lacy black top from which a huge expanse of creamy cleavage was spilling. Her hair was blonde then and spilling down in curls to frame her face and caress her shoulders. She had dark brown eyes and almost too prominent cheek bones, like how if you think about kissing Benedict Cumberbatch you get scared thinking he’ll slash up your face with his face. She had plump lips and a small mouth, which she’d painted a dark plum colour.

Helping a Friend Get Over Her Ex [MF]

The bra was hanging loosely over the back of the sofa. One cup was inverted, the other contained a damp sock, which Ailsa reached down and plucked out, stretching it out from its tangled knot like dough and tossing it onto her clothes horse. She left the bra though. It was green and traced with a lacery of black thread, like a butterfly’s wings. The cups were vaguely translucent, and I believed if she were wearing it, it wouldn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Nice bra,” I said, picking it up between two fingers as I reclined on the couch. Guess not everyone always knows the perfect thing to say, like me.

“Thanks,” she shouted from the kitchen. Her voice was only a little raised, and still chimed musically. I ran my fingers over the silky material a little more than I needed to as I hung it up to dry alongside the sock. Next to it was a faded grey T-shirt emblazoned with a decaying transfer of her favourite Animal Crossing character, Mr. Resetti. “Simon never once noticed me in it.”

Finding Out [MF]

I lost my virginity to my school girlfriend. Both of us were entirely inexperienced, and when I was a kid the computer was in the family living room so I’d never seen porn, so I had no idea clue whether my cock was big or not. I remember it used to worry me – I’d be in bed, stroking myself with both hands and wondering if I would be big enough to satisfy a woman. That thought is stupid on so many levels, but hey, I was a teenager.

My cousin Sarah is fifteen years older than me, and when I was eighteen she got married to her long time boyfriend with the amount of ceremony that usually is reserved for royalty or the daughter of a mob boss. Her parents booked every room at a beautiful country house hotel, including both their function suites. The cake had so many layers they had to inform a nearby airport about the risk to low flying planes.

A Night At the Theatre [MF]

My tongue bristled along the spare curls of Victoria’s landing strip. “Huh,” I said.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just I never thought you were a natural blonde.”

“Hah! You fucking,” but a gasp cut off her next words as I ran my tongue up the plump lips of her cunt and dandled it around her clit. After several moments I sucked the small pliable bead of it into my mouth. As I toyed with her, her hand closed around my shoulder and pulled my body ever tighter into hers, and her nails began to dig deep into my skin.

“Oh fuck,” she said. “Oh fuck,” and I could feel her hips tense, feel the trembling in the muscles of her thighs as the first orgasm spilled through her. I looked up the length of her body to her flushed face. Her eyes were wide, staring down at me with hunger. Sweat glowed on her breasts, shining under the light from her gauze draped ceiling lights. The duvet had got rucked up and tangled around my legs as I’d eaten her. I kicked it loose and onto the ground and clambered along the bed until ours heads were level.

First time fucking a friend [MF]

A few years ago I had a friend called Teodora. She was a Romanian girl, who had finished her undergraduate degree and had just started working on a PhD. She had a boyfriend, but he moved back to his country after their undergraduate graduation. They were long distance, though.

We’d hang out a lot at work and then she asked me to hers for dinner and I reciprocated. I wasn’t dating at the time, having just got out of a really bad series of relationships. So we ended up spending a lot of time together – most weeknights we’d hang out, and we’d usually see each other at least one day on the weekend. It was nice but I guess inevitably we got too close.

That night, we’d played tennis and then went back to mine where I cooked dinner. Just a stir fry with noodles, which we ate side by side on my couch. I was in a t-shirt still but had switched to jeans instead of shorts. She was wearing leggings and a baggy t-shirt, which gaped open just enough that I could see her sports bra. While I cooked she had showered, borrowing a towel and dressing again in my room. She had beautiful black hair that hung smoothly down past her shoulders, and the ends were just a little wet from the shower. This meant she’d used my shower cap, I guessed, and hoped she’d not seen the mildew on it.