I was the sober DD for my drunk crush last night. Made him feel like he came "a million times". | 2016

I need to get this out before I explode. But first, brief backstory on my relationship with this guy:

I went into a local dive that I normally go to and noticed him for the first time during what was a really bad night for me. We hit it off pretty well (he said he liked my name, told me that I looked amazing wearing nothing but red lipstick as makeup, and I wanted to rip his clothes off despite the fact that he wasn't the "type" I usually go for (heavily tattooed artist types who look like they can handle my kinks in bed. This guy is NOT that kind of person I normally go for, but he's one of the hottest guys I've ever met). A week after that night of meeting him and asking him out on a date, he confesses that he met another girl that he was interested in pursuing. Of course, I appreciated his honesty, but I secretly felt like he was making a big mistake by choosing her.

I decided to go to a show last night and he was set to perform a set. Assumed we would just be cordial, keep it light, and keep it moving. I saw him within a few minutes of me walking into the bar, hugged him, joked that it was nice to not see him BEHIND the bar and actually enjoying himself. We interacted throughout the night: I saw him sitting alone and had a sadness in his eyes (I assume this was because of his new breakup), so I went over, told him I thought he looked sad and wanted to give him a hug. Within a split second, he has his arms around me and we stood there holding each other for about a minute before a friend came over to talk to us.

By 1am, guy is hammered and is calling a cab. I told him I would take him home, since we live in the same part of town and because I hadn't been drinking. We get to his place, stand in his driveway while having a smoke, and he begins talking about the girl he was interested in when we first met. He told me that she gave mediocre blowjobs, never got off from him or anyone during sex, and how they didn't work out. We talked about self-discovery through sex. He starts dropping undeniable hints about hooking up, but casually with no strings attached ("I would love to do things to you, but I'm not available for commitment blah blah blah....") I know how this speech works with guys. I also knew that I wasn't available either. And I definitely knew what he was trying to ask me, so:

Me: "Would you LIKE to have sex tonight?"

Guy: "No, not really....But I would love to fool around."

Me: "So, let's do it."

Before I knew it, we were in his bedroom. He's taking my sweater off of me, I'm clawing his back, we're deep-kissing, and he's digging his fingers into my ass. I lay him down, kiss his neck, lick his nipples, run my tongue down his stomach, nibble his hips, and as soon as my tongue hit his cock he began moaning. I take his moans as guides, so I clamp down on his cock, lick the head of it while I'm sucking, lick his perineum while I jerk him off, and I'm taking his balls into my mouth. He's talking so fucking filthy to me that it started making me wet. We make the hottest eye-contact while he tells me that nobody has ever made his cock feel this good before, how he is all mine, and how I'm "just what the doctor ordered" so I respond by moaning for reassurance (my mouth was full of his cock, and I didn't wanna stop), stick my tongue out and lick his balls while I'm deep-throating. He went fucking BALLISTIC. I wrapped his legs around my neck and continued this for a half-hour before he told me to lay on my back. He kisses my forehead, down to my neck, plays with/sucks my tits, licked down my stomach, kisses my inner thighs, rips my panties, and shoves his face into my pussy. I've had great clitoral stimulation but this was BEYOND INCREDIBLE. I could feel him sucking my lips, burying his face in and moving it side to side rapidly, and moving his tongue up and down my clit while lightly blowing air on it. We made eye-contact while he grabbed my tits, buggered my pussy with his tongue, and told me how delicious I was. While all of this is going on, I'm moaning so loud that I forgot about his sleeping roommate. I beg him to fuck me, and he says that he wants me to be a good girl and wait for his cock (Oh my God....he knew exactly what I liked to hear without me telling him). I ask him to lay back down. He obliges, and I began titty-fucking him. Judging the look in his eyes, I can tell he will eventually want to make our initial "casual" agreement a regular thing. He slaps my tits, asked me how dirty I wanna be, bit my lip ring, and told me to climb on top of his face. He's sucking, licking, kissing, and fucking me with his tongue and spanking my ass while I ride his face. I can literally FEEL the cum building up inside of me, and I start shaking and locking my legs. I'm screaming, he's moaning louder as assurance, and I'm clawing the walls as I cum all over his face and trying to keep my screaming down. I'm bucking and moving my hips while he does long tongue strokes and blows on my clit. I get off of him, he kisses me deep, and I can taste myself all over. He tells me that I have the juiciest pussy. I tell him that he's the best at eating pussy (and that I've been with women, so I think I know what I'm talking about). We lay there, caressing each other and laughing about how this was the best ride home, before I climb down, spread his legs, and sucked his gorgeous cock one last time. Now, HE'S the one shaking and moaning loudly. I lick his perineum and massage his balls with one hand while I jerk him off with the other before he begs me to swallow his cock whole again. As I'm sucking his cock and we're looking at each other, he cums in my mouth, I kiss his inner thighs and his chest, we cuddle next to each other, high-five and joke about how me made a great team. I get ready to leave, and he shoves me against the front door, kisses the back of my neck and tells me to drive safely.

I did victory screams, patted myself on the back, and wondered if he also thought he finally made the right decision by picking me last night.

****UPDATE****** (12/2/14): Talked about it last night. He said he's a "professional functional drunk", and that from the conversation earlier that night, we were what we needed to give us release from our recent exes. I of course asked him if he felt like I violated him and he said, "No, I thought I was violating YOU, since we jumped right into being physical."

So now I guess we have plans to continue later? :) :) :)