Author: LisXhibition

I entered college as a virgin, and made it sort of a mission to run through guys to help me figure out some of my shit and also figure out my limits of submission and dominance in bed. I never slept with a guy at school more than twice. Didn’t see the need, and by then I had also gotten a vibrator that could do much more for me than they could.
Mid-sophomore year I reconnected with my first flame. From teenage-hood. We picked up where we left off and I loved our bond. It was so easy. It’d been years since seeing each other, so I invited him to visit for a weekend and sure enough, he did.
We agreed it was just to hang out and show him the city, as friends, but I still shaved nearly every inch of my body and cleaned the apartment frantically during his 3 and a half hour drive to me. I knew I wanted him, but he was so kind and casual about any intention but to explore a new city. When he arrived it felt comfortable even in the silences, although there was a looming sexual tension I tried to ignore for our “friendship.” I didn’t know where we stood with each other in that way anymore.
We chatted and caught up on life and he met my roommates, but minutes after they stepped out to smoke our conversation lulled for just a moment before we leaned in for the first kiss. It felt like he’d devour me in the best way, and he tasted the same as before. His lips were so familiar, his tongue like all I’d ever need anymore. He was my first for a lot of things, but we’d never had sex before.
I had to pull away, to keep from straddling him right there on the living room couch, and joined my roommates to smoke a little before returning to him and sitting closer. The night grew later, with both of us testing one another with soft touches, sitting closer, and brushing past one another. I couldn’t tell if he felt the electricity that I did. When it came time to go to bed I led him to my room and told him he could take my bed, sleep on the couch, or share it.
“Whatever you are comfortable with…” he laughed a little, shaking his head.
He stepped closer, grabbing my waist and kissing me with a power like nothing else. He backed me up to the wall and we pulled at each other’s clothes. Shirts and pants fell to the floor as we continued to kiss, easing to the floor too. I straddled his lap on the rug, grinding my pussy against his cock. We kissed with a fever and kept going, I wanted him inside me, but there was something nice about just grinding into him, and because we’d thought it was a friendly meet up, no one got condoms. I grasped the back of his neck and propped my myself up with my other hand as I humped against his solid cock. I watched his face as he came for me. So much time passed but the drunken look in his eyes was the same as before when I’d jerk him off.
We cleaned up and sat back, both realizing this was more that we thought it was going to be. Without even having him inside me, I knew I needed him more if not forever.
I offered my shower for us both to clean up- and led him to it. Something was lost in translation because when I began to take my clothes off again, he turned away at first. It was a sweet gesture, still the friend unsure of intentions, but he soon followed suit and undressed to join me in the shower.
We washed off and held each other in the warm water. We joked and giggle and kissed just because we could. It heated up quickly once more. I loved how ready he was so soon, massaging his cock in my hand while I licked his neck. I turned and propped my leg on the shower edge, pushing my ass towards him. He grinded his cock between my ass cheeks, before asking if I was sure if we should without a condom. I needed him. He pushed in slowly, for the first time and gave me the most amazing gasp of pleasure. We started slow and quiet but quickly gained traction. His hips thrust against my ass with a slap and I bit my lip to keep from my roommates hearing. I was so turned on from grinding against him I was more than ready. After just coming, he lasted longer and paced between fast and slow so perfectly I came on his cock, and he pulled out and painted my ass with more.
We left the shower hesitant we’d woken my roommates but nothing stirred.
He followed me into the lofted twin bed. We laughed about the closeness, both of us in only our underwear, but fell into a comfortable spooning position. I wasn’t used to sharing a bed with a man. I’d usually leave them, or have them leave, but it felt natural with him. In my sleep I was grinding my ass into him once again, waking him up. I wasn’t fully awake until I felt his fingers swirling inside me. It was a pleasant surprise, not even realizing I had started it. I pushed back deeper, feeling the knuckles of his long fingers spread between my lips. I hummed a soft moan. We continued a back and forth until we both tugged our underwear away. Still spooning, he pushed into me. We rocked into each other, and he gripped my waist and pulled me close. Between waves of pleasure I’d peak out the window to the city street below, wishing the blinds were open. Someone else deserved to see how effortless we came together. I finished him off with my mouth that night, knowing I’d have to have the same for breakfast when we woke again.