Fantasy Smantasy. in Beasties Breathless Bedroom

This is going to be really raw because I am out of practise and just really horny and I’m thinking this up as I got. Call it a ramble fap if you will… But I have this fantasy that’s based slightly on a situation I’m currently in.

So, I work at this place in a strip mall, and the workers of the store next door to ours always come in to buy their drinks. They frequent our store enough that all the cashiers know each of their names and have banter over checking them out. As the new girl, I had to learn all the names and costumes that they had built up, like joking and laughing and stuff. I’m always super awkward with new people and it’s already hard enough getting to know my own coworkers. But I start to learn their names and I start to feel comfortable with them the more time passes.

Of course, I have my favorites. CJ, being a super sweet guy with a beard that looks really soft. She could picture herself loving this guy if he didn’t have a girlfriend. Some guys just have that “I could love you” vibe that means that I know that they’ll treat me right. Stephanie, who was always super nice and smiled so bright. But I liked all of them because they were all nice, and they all talked to me too.

Except for Brison. As time drew on Brison stopped talking to me. I had to leave work for a couple of months, but when I came back Brison just stopped talking, stopped interacting and it was just a normal transaction again. It kinda hurt and every time he came in I’d give my best effort to engage him in conversation but he’d give me nothing. So I stopped trying. But whenever he came in I still would fix my clothes and check my hair. He’s just got this energy about him. This smooth, calm aura that screams confidence and weirdly enough, safety.

He seems like the kind of guy who’d never yell. Who’d stare you in the eyes as he fucked you with a hand on your throat. Just steely and sure. It was fucking hot as hell. And the fact that he didn’t like me anymore made me all the more attracted to him because at the end of the day I like what I can’t have. I’m kidding. I’m just not attracted to very many people but I am to him, and it’s kind of terrifying.

Finally, though, I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of pining from afar but having nothing to satiate that needs because I’m a virgin. I’m not a nun by far. And I was in a long-distance relationship that gave me a boost in my sexual confidence. But I still don’t know how to be intimate with someone. I can get someone off with my voice, but what does it feel like to be touched and to touch someone? I wanted to know, I had a perfect target, the one person right now that I’m attracted to, and I’d been going to the gym to get more flexible and I’m starting to see results. So why not ask the super hot guy next door to be a sex partner? And if it ends horribly, I’ll be quitting my job in two weeks when I graduate anyway.

So today, I got all dressed up after work, and I’m going into his store. His store is a clothing store whereas my store is more toy store with snacks and drinks. I’m super nervous because I’ve never done anything like this and it’s super embarrassing to put myself out there like this, but I’m scared that if I don’t try now I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life. I’m don’t have many rules, but one of them is to live a life with no regrets. If I’m faced with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I’m forced to take it and not let fear stop me. Because if I don’t I’ll regret it for the rest of my life, and this is one such moment. I’ll never be as ready and as bold as I am right now, If I don’t do it now, I never will. So I square up my shoulders and I pull open the door… Only to be met with another door. Okay, it’s go time! I get inside and I look around and the cash registers are right to my left and the line goes straight to the back of the store. And guess who’s the main cashier???? FReaking Brison. Yippe ki-yay! So I go and look around the store, saying hey and making small talk with the workers I know from when they come into my store. They all tell me how weird it is to see me in my nonwork clothes. I keep laughing not knowing if that’s a good thing or not. But then I catch Landon looking at my ass and licking his lips and then I know that it’s a good thing.

So now I have a little pep in my walk and confidence in my belly that I wanna get a new pair of shoes while I wait for Brison. So I’m perusing the female boots in my size, not really knowing the oohs and aahs of cowboy boots just knowing that they’re pretty and they’d go with how I dress most of the time.

A voice startles me as I’m checking the price of a particularly bedazzled pair of boots. ($239.99 holy shit, are they made out of real diamonds?)
“Looking for anything in particular?”

I startle because I’m about as shifty as a mouse, and slam the boots back on the shelf. “Nope! Just looking for a pair of boots. For my feet. To wear.” I stumble out because I’m a fucking weirdo who can’t keep her tongue in her mouth.

“Do your feet prefer any type of boot? Leather? Rubber?” He asks slowly, as if I’m even weirder than I think I am, which is saying a lot.

“Um,” I say stalling to think about if I should fake knowing what I’m talking about, or not. “I don’t actually know?” I say, choosing the or not, because he strikes me as the type who doesn’t like foolishness.

“That’s perfectly fine. Well, the difference between leather and rubber is–” He starts before CJ comes over.

“Hey,” He says to me, “Funny seeing you over here, I’ll have time to talk when I get back around, don’t leave till then,” He says as he walks past Brison and I, smiling at me.
I wave to him and smile, too awkward to say anything with Brison in front of me.

“You’re the girl from next door?” Brison asks once we’re semi-alone on the aisle.
I guess he forgot what I looked like because he’s always hiding behind the brim of his cowboy hat, which is quite a feat to achieve since he’s taller than me.

“One of them, yes. I mean, we’re a crew full of girls, except for Shad, oh, and Zach, but they’re both new. I mean, you’ve probably seen them because I hear that you’ve been over there a lot lately. Not that I’m keeping tabs on you or anything, it’s just news through the grapevine. The grapevine? What am I, fifty years old? I swear sometimes I just need to stop talking.” I ramble hard, and I can’t stop. Like I can feel the moment that my mouth decides to just keep going.

Finally, I squeak, a noise that I used to make a lot as a kid when I got overwhelmed, and I just close my mouth. I’m so embarrassed and my cheeks are hot as hell, and I’m pretty sure I’m fucked so I just start talking again.

“Okay, so I actually came over here for a reason and it wasn’t to buy 300 hundred dollar shoes. I’m super awkward and have never been in a physical relationship, and I don’t know what intimacy feels like. And I’m not usually attracted to people but I am to you, and I realized that I want to experience things so I came up with this half-brained Idea. Are you single?” I ask, eternally freaking out but too afraid to stop.

“Yes?” He answers slightly confused, but I can’t tell anything else because he’s a mask of stone, I swear the dude needs to learn how to use his eyebrows.

“Are you straight?” I ask because I include everybody and need to make sure.

“Yes?” he answers again against all odds. I’d have thought he’d have walked away by now.

“Are you attracted to me?” I say with a big gesture to my body because I’m super fucking weird and feel like I’m auctioning myself off to the highest bidder.

“For some reason,” he mumbles and I don’t even know what the fuck to do with that. I mean, for one, I’m embarrassing myself and he still finds me attractive. and for two, HE FINDS ME ATTRACTIVE!

“Oh, wow, I didn’t expect to get this far. I thought at least three out of three were gonna be no’s and I’d walk out of here with my metaphorical tail between my legs. I seriously don’t know what to do now.” I say more or less looking at my feet than his face.

“Why not start with telling me what you want?” says Brison, giving me a strong look that tells me he’s at his end with my nonsense.

“I would like for you to be my intimacy partner. You see, the thing is, I’ve never kissed anyone, and I’ve never held hands or anything with another person intimately, and I wanna experience that. And I want to experience it with you because you’re one of the only people that I’m attracted to, and hence what you said early, you’re attracted to me too. I’m not looking for a relationship, technically, because you’d have free reign to do whatever you please and I know that we barely know each other, but I figure intimacy doesn’t come from familiarity but of chemistry and energy. Anywho, there’s my proposition, I’m just gonna stand here quietly while you process that,” I say, wishing that the floor will swallow me whole. Like who does this? I feel like I’m in a fucking movie, and I’m doing something incredibly stupid. But this is not a movie and it’s still stupid. And it won’t end well for me because this is real life, and my life has never been like a fucking movie unless it was a tragedy.

“Yes,” Brison says, still across the aisle from me but not taking his eyes off mine. It’s doing something to me already, and he just agreed.

“Oh, um. Awesome, cool, fantastic. Uhh, I can put my number in your phone?” I ask, not really sure what to do next. I just found an intimacy partner and didn’t think any of this through.

“Yeah, you do that,” He says sassily and I smile, liking the fact that he’s teasing me.
“I’ll call you tonight then?” He asks and my heart kinda stops a little. Just a little.

“Yes, I’d like that,” And I have total butterflies in my stomach. And it’s fucking disgusting, but I kind of love it.

I go home and I scour my entire wardrobe to find something nice to wear for when he calls me. Hopefully, he’ll ask to meet tonight because if I want any longer I’m gonna back out. I know, I know, no regrets but fuck if the butterflies in my stomach don’t kill me first.

And then he calls. And it’s a very brief phone call in which he says hi, gives me an address, and says he’ll see me soon, and then hangs up. If I couldn’t hear the nerves in his voice I might be put off but the fact that he sounds as nervous as I feel, gives me the confidence to head over there.

I got to his house and he opens the front door in a soft-looking henley with a button-down over it and jeans. His feet are in socks and this is a stark contrast to how I always see him when he’s at work; always done up to the tee.

“Come in,” He says stepping back to let me in as I awkwardly slide past him. I have no clue what to do with myself now and am starting to want to back out. What was I thinking? WHo told me that this was a good idea? Am I really trying to get intimate with a guy I barely know? Why did I put myself in this situation?

“We could just sit if you want?” He suggests and I instantly hop to the couch because he startled me. It’s an automatic reaction. He slowly joins me, with a foot or so between us as he rubs his hands up and down his thighs nervously. “Why me?” He asks, apropos of nothing after we sit in silence for a few beats.

I’m startled but I see the genuine confusion in his eyes and I relate so I answer him honestly, “Because you’re calm. Your energy gives off safety and surety, and control and that makes me trust you. And I have good instincts.” I say, calmy, the most calm I’ve ever been in his presence.

“Okay,” He says and I feel the energy shift between us as he leans closer to me.
He cups my cheek with one hand as the other supports him on the couch, and he presses his lips to mine. I kiss back, light pecks that have my heart rate spiking already. He slowly sits back against the couch, lips still locked with mine, and I lean forward to follow him. The angle is great, and I’m starting to breathe a little heavier with the long drags of kisses that are getting me high.

I follow my body as I lift one leg over both of his and I straddle him while we kiss, the angle changing again and having me groan a little into his mouth. He reaches his arms around my waist and grabs my ass, and fuck, that feels good.

“Like that?” He asks breathily in my ear as he kisses my neck while I grind on him. I can feel him through my shorts, and the slide of our denim rubbing together gives a delicious vibration to my clit.

“Yes,” I practically hiss when he squeezes again right as I grind my clit over his jean-covered-dick.

“He pulls the strap of the tank top I’m wearing down to meet the baggy hoodie that has fallen down my shoulder, and kisses a trail that leads directly to the top of my breast. I arch my back to get him just that tiny bit farther down but he kisses back up my neck. He repeats a similar motion on the other side, making my bra straps fall around my arms while he has full access to my neck and chest but won’t suck my nipples.

It’s infuriating but it all feels so good that I don’t want any of it to end. On one more round of almost but not quite, I make a noise that I never made before but encapsulates what I felt. I whined. Honest to god, like a fucking dog, whined because he refused to just get to that one place that I really wanted his warm mouth to be.

He chuckles at me, for real laughs, because he’s being an asshole and wants to tease me. I’ve never wanted to hit anybody so much. I can see it in his eyes, he wants me to ask. To beg. He’s not gonna stop, but he’s not gonna do anything else until I beg him. He doesn’t even have to say anything; I can feel it.

He focuses on one part of my neck where my chin meets my neck and then he bites and I’m a fucking goner. “Please, please, for the love of God, will you touch me? Suck my nipples, bite them, tease them with your tongue, whatever, but just please fucking put your mouth on me.” I ramble, too caught up in the feeling to care about my pride.

I can feel his smirk against my neck and fuck if that isn’t the hottest fucking thing in the world.

“Anything for my good girl,” He says, and to hell, if it doesn’t go straight to my pussy, making it throb. I’ve never been this turned on in my life and that includes the phone sex with my ex, and the times I’ve had earth-shattering orgasms with me myself and I. I’ve never felt this much before. Never felt so open and vulnerable.

“Fuck, yes,” I say, my eyes rolling back in my head as he finally sucks my nipple into his mouth. I’m panting and grinding down on him and I can’t help it. Everything just feels so intense. So real.

“I never imagined,” He says between kisses as he kisses any part of skin that was in front of his face. “Wanted, but never imagined.”

“For real?” I asked, shocked but not stopping my body as it moves with his creating us both pleasure?

“I couldn’t even look at you,” He says, looking up at me, holding eye contact as we grind together, his hands on my waist. “I never thought I’d be able to even talk to you.”

“Fuck, but you used to talk to me back in the beginning,” I say, breathlessly, pulling at his button-down to get it off his shoulders.

“That was before you came back from your summer break all glowy and smiley and brave,” He says, slowing me to a stop and looking in my eyes. It’s intense and I can tell that he’s serious and wants me to understand what he’s saying and I do. I understand because that’s how I felt when he stopped talking to me. That irresistible pull that tells you that there’s no way that you can have something that you want so much.

It gives me a heady feeling, as I get excited by the thought of him being aroused by me.

“Fuck, I want you to fuck me,” I tell him softly, grinding into him and kissing him as he groans in my mouth.

“Are you sure?” He asks me, leaning a little bit away to look me in the eyes. I nod my head, leaning in to kiss him because I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. His hands start to wander over my ass, and down between my thighs and run up the seam of my pants providing addictive friction.

Our kisses grow more heated as he lifts me up slightly and leans me back onto the couch with him still between my legs. My legs fall backward with him as he continues to kiss me deeply, slowly grinding his pelvis into mine.

He starts to unbutton my jeans and has to lean off of me to pull them from under my hips, but he’s back to grinding against me as soon as they’re off. I feel his hands traveling down my belly, up my thighs, then over my panties, but not quite enough., and back again. It’s driving me insane mixed with him kissing down my neck and he doesn’t even have to prompt me this time as I beg him.

“Fuck, please. Please, rub my pussy. It feels so good. So good, just need a little more.” I cry out, unable to stop my mouth. Everything he does feels so good and I can’t take it. I didn’t know that anything could feel like this.

“Fuck baby, yes, anything,” He pants. He moves my panties to the side and begins to lightly rub my clit as he kisses me. He breaks the kiss and began to kiss and suck down my neck and chest. I grab hold of my own legs as he kisses down my body toward my pussy and start to pant. Fuck, he hasn’t even touched my pussy yet and I’m already dying.

He rubs his face up and down my thighs, and breathes out over my pussy, but he doesn’t do anything else. I let out the embarrassing whine again, that I can’t help and he looks up at me with that smirk on his face and then attacks my pussy with his tongue. I let out a yell at the sensation, as he locks his mouth and begins to swirl his tongue over my clit.

“Fuck, just like that, don’t stop,” I say, but he does slow down. Letting out a moaning breather that I feel through his tongue and laps at my clit lazily but it still feels so good. He’s taking it slow, building me back up again to a faster tempo, and shit, he’s good with his tongue. He’ll lick down my pussy, then back up and suck when he gets to my clit while swirling his tongue. I can hear him touching himself, the slicks sound of his hand sliding over his dick and the fact that he’s turned on too makes me hot, makes me squeeze my legs a little tighter against the pleasure running through my belly.

One of his hands strokes my thigh and in toward my pussy as he teases his fingers at my entrance. I want him, I want his fingers inside of me and it feels like he’s asking permission. Like he won’t insert them until I tell him that it’s okay and fuck if that isn’t sexy as fuck.

“Yes, yes I want. I want your fingers inside me,” I pant, hoping he does it soon because I already feel wrung out from just this. Intimacy is so much more intense than I thought it’d be.
He groans on my pussy again and shit, fuck, fuckity fuck, but he slides a finger inside me, palm facing up, and begins to massage my G spot from the inside. I can’t help but moan out loud, the loudest one I’ve let out so far and his eyes flash up to meet mine. There’s something in his eyes, victory, challenge, predator, I don’t know, but he groans on my pussy again as he starts to swirl his tongue while inserting another finger to rub at my g spot as well. It’s too much and all-encompassing and I feel the desire in my stomach forming a ball that I can feel about to burst.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I repeat, my voice higher than I’ve ever heard it but I’m not in control enough to stop it. To try and sound sexy, but it doesn’t appear to matter, because Brison is equally as turn on by me and I know this because he’s mumbling against my pussy as he watches my face as I cum.

“Yeah, come for me. Come on my fingers like a good girl. That’s it. Yeah.” And to me, it’s just background noise to my earth-shattering orgasm, but fuck it if it isn’t sexy as hell.

He stops licking my pussy as I come down from my orgasm and he begins to take off his pants. He kisses my thighs as he does so and my nerve endings are still alight. Still fully functioning to spasm and tense wherever he kisses my skin so softly.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” He tells me as he climbs up my body to kiss me. He places his hands right under my chin, not squeezing but definitely could if he wanted to and he looks me in the eyes and fuck. I can’t stop the moan.

“Yes, yes, yes to everything, yes please,” I beg not knowing if he was asking for permission or wanting me to beg but the answer is the same either way.

He smiles as he kisses me, hands still around my neck, still not squeezing but just there, as he grinds his bare dick against my pussy. Fuck, I want him inside me yesterday. I need it at this point. If I don’t get him inside me I just might cry. And I said all of that out loud because he chuckles at me, and lines his dick up with my entrance.

I’m so excited, so wet, and have already cum, but I’m still eager for his to slide inside. And He does. Slowly before he eases back out and in again; going little by little because he’s wide and slightly above average and I’m a virgin. But even with the stretch, it doesn’t hurt. Probably because I’ve used sex toys before, but my aroused brain just thinks my pussy was made to take his dick.

“Shit, yes. Fuck yes,” I say as he finally bottoms out inside me. Pressing the tip of his dick as far inside me as it can go.

“Ah, fuck baby,” He says breathlessly, and fuck if that isn’t enough to make me cum. Knowing that he’s feeling as good as I am? Knowing that I’m making him feel good? That’s even better than getting fucked for the first time.

My legs are spread open and he’s on top of me, and he leans through my legs to connect our lips as he thrust inside me, not only putting him at a deeper angle but pushing my legs farther apart for him to reach better. Fuck, it feels good.

He picks up the pace, pistoning into me and he’s hitting just the right spot after he slides just that little bit closer and “fuck, shit, fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. Don’t you fucking stop, I’m cumming!” And Then I’m groaning my way through an orgasm while he fucks me through the aftershocks. But what started as gently thrusts to get me through my orgasm grow stronger as he lifts me into his lap and has me slide down on him. He thrusts his hips up into me, pounding me harder and his stamina kicks in to have him pounding on my g spot. I sneak a hand down to rub my clit while he fucks me and instantly;y start to see stars. He thrusts change halfway through to a slow grind that puts pressure on my clit and g spot and I’m done for.

He bends me forward again and starts thrusting hard into me as I come down, it feels good, but I can’t cum again this fast. He pounds my pussy, looking me in my eyes and we pant together. He reaches his hand for my throat and I lean my head back and give him full access as he uses my next to pull me onto his dick.

“Fuck fuck fuck, yes, that’s it, just like that, I’m not gonna stop. I’m not gonna stop until you cum for me. Cum for me. Cum on this dick. You know that you can. I have faith in you. You’re gonna be my good girl and cum for me,” He says, leaning forward into my ear as he continues to thrust hard. I’m seeing stars and can feel my orgasm right fucking there.

“Shit, fuck, so close. So close. Call me you baby, call me something? Anything, please?” I beg. Not knowing what I want, but knowing I’ll break when I get it. Fucks he’s giving me all his energy but he’s holding back. There’s something there. Something that he’s not showing and I want it. I need it. “Do it, let go. Give it to me. I want it.” I challenge, daring him as he pounds my pussy.

“Fuck, you want it, baby? You want me to call you names, sweetheart? You wanna be my good girl?” He asks and fuck if he doesn’t have a mouth on him. Damn. “Or do you want to be bad? I think that you wanna be my dirty girl? Huh, can you get dirty for me? Will you be my dirty little slut?”

And that’s all it took. With his hands around my neck, his whisper in my ear as he pounds my pussy with repetitive, fast, mind-numbing stories. I shatter on his dick, shaking and moaning, and not being in control of my own body as he takes my orgasm for himself. I can hear him come, the mindless whispers that he speaks into my ears, mixed with the breathy oohs and aahs as he gets closer. It’s fucking sexy and if I hadn’t just cum I would from just that.

“You know, you could’ve just asked to date me, and I would’ve said yes,” He tells me as we lay panting side by side. He’s playing with my fingers and I can tell that we’re going to be more than just intimacy partners.

“I didn’t even think you’d say yes to this, let alone shackling yourself to my crazy. This was the best I was gonna get in my scenario, and all others lead to disaster.” I tell him honestly.

“We’ll have to work on that. You’re too fucking beautiful to not know it,” He tells me, kissing me slowly.

“Will you date me?” I ask, shyly. Scared but feeling brave once our kiss ends.

“Fuck yeah,” He says dorkily, smiling at me before kissing me, and I just smile right back.

Sincerely,

One Curious Little Beasty

Last updated March 13, 2022