[M/F] Fucked a Chick I Went to HS With the Day I Left for College | 2016

I'm a writer. Went to college for it, been doing it since I was in high school. I noticed this subreddit, figured I'd see if I was any good at getting people horny with words, instead of just making them happy or sad. As per the rules, these are all true stories.

So here we go.

I'd been flirting with this girl in another grade for a while. Harmless shit. My college roommate introduced me to the idea of "booty grazing"; you cast out a bunch of lines, chat up a bunch of chicks, and statistically speaking you'll eventually get laid. I thought it was genius. So I hit up this random older chick on Facebook. She was in color guard, had good lips and a fat ass, no real tits to speak of, had some juice, you know what I mean? Juice. Thickness.

Anyway I hit her up with something weak like "Hey, how's college treating you?", making like I'd ask a few questions because I was nervous about going to college, then go in with some small talk, then turn the conversation to sex.

I'll back up: In high school, I spent a ton of time on IRC, AIM, MSN, ICQ, Trillian, all that shit. My smoothness in internet chat really can not be overstated. I got a fundamentalist Christian girl to cyber me and send me nudes (still have 'em to this day, fuck yeah locked photobucket albums).

It all goes off without a hitch. On our first conversation, she stayed up until 3:00 (she had to work at 8:00) talking to me about her fantasies. It took her a while to open up, but I had nothing else to do. I was really into Iron Maiden at this time, and I remember listening to "Alexander the Great" over and over to feel powerful.

So we chat on and off for a while. She's out of town, I'm out of town, it's never gonna work out, yada yada. I tell her when I'm leaving the state to go to college, she doesn't respond.

So the day before I'm supposed to leave, at 11pm she gets on Facebook and says "My parents are leaving town tomorrow morning."

Big wet tits, man. I shoot back "When should I come over?"

"8am."

So here I am, 8am, cool August morning, with a raging anticiperection fueled by ADDerall and coffee, parking my car across the street, looking both ways to make sure no one is watching, then going around to the back door. I knock. I can see her through the screen, boyshorts and a camisole. She says "It's broke, go to the garage." I go to the garage, the door slides open, it's kind of a fucking mess, but I notice a half-tarped 60-some-odd Barracuda with the worst fucking purple flames you've ever seen.

My biggest regret in life is not pounding her out on the hood of that thing, then shooting a big load all over her face and the terrible paint job to spite her father for ruining what could have been a god-like car.

Anywho. I go inside, she's watching The Hulk (Edward Norton) on like TNT or something, I go sit down next to her and put my arm around her. I figure there's no sense in being subtle or coy, we've already said some crazy shit on the internet.

She's sitting next to me on the couch, and during a commercial break I turn her head with my forearm, real gently, and give her a light kiss. I pull back, I look in her eyes, alternating looking back and forth so it looks like my eyes are twinkling.

"Let's go to your bedroom," I whispered for no practical reason.

"No. Let's go to the basement."

All right, so she leads me to the basement by the hand, I almost trip because I'm a little light-headed (erection and all, plus I'm a tall dude), and she sits me down on the couch. She gets on me and we make out for a while, then I push her down on her back and start kissing down her body, pulling her cami up as I go.

I start to pull down her shorts, kissing down to her shaved pussy. She pulls her legs up to get her shorts off and I move in under her legs, which are now on either of my shoulders. I do my thing for a while, she moans a little, bucks a little, then she starts begging me to fuck her. "Please get inside me," she says.

I get on top of her and give her a little half-assed missionary. Sometimes the geometry just doesn't add up for certain partners in certain positions on certain furniture items, when for others it does; I wasn't feeling missionary. I tell her to bend over the armrest of the couch. She did. I licked my hand as I walked over to the couch (don't remember what I had in mind), then go to get on and I get a fucking leg cramp. She goes, "Oh. That sucks." then I sit down and she gets on top of me, bounces on my cock for a little while I'm stretching out my leg. I lick her nipples, poke at her asshole a little with my middle finger, she seems to like that but I don't really push it.

She gets off and sucks my cock for a minute. Not bad, nothing to write home about. She starts stroking it and looks up at me and says "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can". I'll never forget it.

She bends over right there on the floor. I grab a fistful of her hair and start out slow, then pound harder and harder. She's been quiet so far, but she lets out a perfect pornstar moan, and I could feel my dick throbbing. I looked down at her asshole, and I don't know why, but that got me there so fast. I pulled out, stroking hard, and blew a really scattershot load all over her.

She lay there with her face on the ground for a while, while I got dressed and got my stuff together. She stood up, naked, and said "You should go, I gotta get ready for work."

So I did. Never saw her or talked to her again.

Fin.