So, there I was. Horny as hell, needing sexual release and I’ve completely lost contact with the man who was supposed to give me it and more. I’m ravenous. It’s been boiling beneath the surface for ages. It just needed an opportunity…
My friend V has been in my life for nearly 8 years! She has seen me transition from one person into another, into another and so on. I have changed in so many ways over the years. But this year was definitely the most! I trust this woman in a way that’s indescribable. She is utterly dear to me.
So I’m hanging out in my apartment gaming with my best friend, M (I’ll get into her more later). We’re just chilling, having a good time running arenas on WoW. I hear my phone go off and I glance down… M’s voice fades out of my consciousness as I gaze at the message… It’s V. “Are u over your J guy? Want to get laid? lol” My mind flashes through many different thoughts. I’m confused. But suddenly, as the conversation moves on, my memory flashes to a time when V and I are sitting in my backyard (This is before J). She’s smoking a cigarette and I’m smoking a joint.
I sigh exasperatedly, and I look over at her. I need to have sex, I say. I really, really want it. I’m so desperate for it. I want to just go out and find somebody to have sex with! V just looks at me quietly and then says to me, “Just do it then!”. I stare at her, appalled. What? Just do it? No way! I couldn’t possibly. That’s WRONG.... right..? Maybe not… I consider it, thinking it over. Mulling it over. Finally, I conclude, she’s right! Why the heck not? .... The next day, as I had plans to go through with my thoughts from the previous night J contacted me and locked me down.
Now here we are, 2 weeks later and J has ghosted me for 5 days. I know nothing. I’m tuning back into reality as what V is saying is sinking in. I start to think maybe, why not. But then she tells me the guy is 18! Christ! My younger brother is 18. I don’t want to be messing around with any guy as old as him! No way, uh uh. That’s what I say. And I think no way I’m having sex with an 18 year old.
But she sends me his pics… along with a screenshot of a very hot, descriptive message from R about how he would use his tongue and fingers to please her. Treat her like a queen… Hmm. I could be into that.. Maybe. I decide it’s worth talking to him.
So we add each other and chat briefly via kik. He’s very sure of himself. He tells me he has never had a woman finish him off before, ever. He went consistently for 3 hours with his ex he says, and still never finished. Alright – He’s got stamina. That’s a plus. But why this no finishing thing? Hmm. Curious.
I feel rushed through the conversation and he came to get me quite quickly! I did not have much time to think or process what was going on. I rushedly said goodbye to M and quickly got ready. Before I knew it, there was the “I’m here” message and I rushed out the door. My first thought upon seeing R was that he was more attractive than in his pictures. I also noticed the height difference, though that wasn’t a concern.
I got into the vehicle and off we went to his place. We chatted in the car, polite conversation. Some conversation about what we expected/anticipated. Again, he rambles on about his stamina and how long he lasts. I think, “If I could get my mouth on his cock, he’d cum.” I can’t help but smile to myself. Though, that of course is off limits. Damn cold sores.
We get to his place and I enjoy the coolness of the air conditioned interior. I am high, but, when am I not these days? It eases my mind. I quickly message V and M to let them know everything is alright so far. R and I share a drink, exchange smiles. We’re both a little nervous but excited too! We decide enough of the alcohol (couple sips each) and head upstairs.
It’s a nice place. The temperature is good too. I walked into the room I saw R go into, noticing that it seemed like a guest bedroom more than an 18 year old’s who lived with his parents (who are out of town). We strip and he gasps at the sight of my boobs. They are quite impressive, I must say. One of my best features. He guides me down onto the bed and starts kissing my neck, trailing down to my shoulder, down my breasts. He lingered there for some time, kissing and sucking on my nipples. I wondered if he would notice the bruises there… If he did, he made no comment.
He continued on, moving downwards. I wished he would be rougher, more demanding. Throw my legs open, don’t gently guide them… Still, it was enjoyable. His mouth finally found the spot he was looking for… but he didn’t quite hit it. Whatever he was doing felt okay, but it wasn’t earth shatteringly good or anything. Then he slipped his fingers into me. Now THAT felt good. Mmm, in and out they went. Yes, more of that. I moaned a little, moving against his fingers.
Suddenly he pulled his fingers out of me and lifted his head. I looked down towards him, surprised. It had been maybe a minute since he had first moved into that region with his mouth and fingers. I thought surely that wasn’t all? But, as he moved, I realized sadly indeed, that was all I would get as far as oral went. Maybe the rest will be better?
His dick slid into me and I tensed a little, letting out a soft sigh. The entry is one of my favourite parts of sex, it always feels so good with that first blast of pleasure and that first little gasp or moan or sigh… Ahhh. However, the first thing I noticed was that he wasn’t quite is big as I thought. A slight pang of disappointment hit me but I thought to myself it didn’t matter. Size isn’t all there is after all. Skill plays into it a lot too. Maybe he would be good.
He thrust in and out of me at a good pace. It felt great honestly. I moaned and shivered. But I wished he would be rough. I watched him fuck me and I wondered if I should tell him to be harder… rougher… Oh I wanted it. I wanted it BAD. But I said nothing. I let him fuck me the way he wanted to. My back arched a little and I shivered with pleasure. It’s not like I wasn’t enjoying myself.
We switched positions and I rode him. That felt pretty damn good. I wanted to cum, I felt it on the edge of my perception, teasing me. Taunting me. Staying just out of my reach and sight. My body was humming with energy and need. He started thrusting up into me as I rode. I moaned. Perfect, yes. I wanted to rub my clit but I hesitated, unsure of doing so in plain view. Silly right? To wonder if it’s appropriate to rub one’s clit in the view of the male who is currently fucking you. Is that not the epitome of inappropriate?
We switched positions again. He spoke words to me, words that I don’t remember much of now. Though many comments related to how tight I was around him. I wondered how it could feel so tight to him when it felt so … average to me. He wasn’t huge. He was decently sized, I’d admit that. But by no means was I struggling to take him.
He panted, exhausted. Whispering to me, I need you to cum. I tell him to do more. So he pulls out of me and puts three fingers into me and thrusts them in and out of me quickly. I groan and moan louder, enjoying the change in sensation. It’s all pleasure in the end, but different movements produce different kinds of pleasure. I love to experience them crashing around me.
Strangely, he seemed to avoid my clit. I don’t understand how men can skip over a woman’s clit. It is the most sure fire way to make a woman orgasm. So many pleasure sensors… yet it gets ignored most of the time. Pity. I love the two combined.
I’m still not cumming. So, R removes his fingers and pushes his dick back into me. Mmm, another dick entry pleasure-fall. He thrusts and tries to reach for my clit but gives up, mumbling about not being coordinated enough. Aww. I got excited for a second. But then he says to me, “Rub your clit for me.” My eyes light up and I do just that. Oh yes. This is much better.
He thrusts into me hard and fast but I want more. I’ll take what I can get though. Unfortunately it’s not long before he stops and tells me he’s too tired to go anymore and I have to ride him again. So I get on top of him. We start to talk a bit, and then he notices the time. It’s been less than 25 minutes. But he’s decided that’s all for tonight, he’s taking me home and going to bed.
I wrestle with the disappointment lurking in me… Here I had boldly stepped out of my shell and gone and slept with a total stranger! I had had my first one night stand after months of no sex and years of sexual frustration, yet I was left even more frustrated than I was to begin with. I came to a decision. That experience was not going to be the end of my night. I was going to have sex with someone else. Good sex!
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