[m/f] I have a lot of stories to tell. My first time with Dee. | 2016

I've known her for maybe four years. Her name is Dee (not too far from the real thing but just enough in case she's changed her mind on how exhibitionist she is). She is maybe three, maybe four years younger than myself (I'm 25). For most of our relationship, she was going to college and working in a vet's office if I recall correctly. Our relationship...it was intense. Have you ever loved someone so intensely but circumstances weren't accommodating and it just didn't work? That was us. If you want to jump ahead to the filthy stuff, here's your marker: TL;DR

More back story. We worked at a little 40 person occupancy restaurant. Not exactly a world class place, but it's where you usually end up at 3 in the morning if you've been drinking in America's midwest. She was a server for a short while and I was a cook. Dee is maybe 5'2. Yes, on the short side. Beautiful brown eyes. Very thick, as well. Incredible breasts. Thick thighs. A fantastic ass that is just right. And, if it makes sense, she had a killer smile that put her body to shame. She has/had a very bubbly, effervescent personality and was very easy to talk to. We had chatted off and on and only started talking when I left for a different restaurant in a nearby township/city.

I had been dealing with some personal illness and she had been counseling me on it, and I had been a little pessimistic about, well, everything. We hadn't spoken for a week or so, when I get to my job one day, and as I'm walking in, she approaches me. She had been waiting for me, and after a heated discussion (not necessarily an argument, just heightened emotions), I kissed her, long and hard. I felt her melt in my arms and knew I needed to have her. She, much later, told me she had to throw away her underwear because her pussy had been so wet when we kissed.

Over the course of the next few weeks, I cared about her and it grew stronger. We met at a park at night, and walked around, talked and just grew closer. We sat above their artificial waterfall, and I kissed her.

Maybe a week later, we met at night near my apartment complex. We were sitting outside of a Bob Evans, facing away from the street. I had parked my car next to hers, and we were sitting on the curb just talking. I don't remember specifically what the topic was, but I found myself wanting her even more. And I leaned in, and we kissed again.

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She was wearing these shorts, kind of like basketball shorts but they weren't the regular, knee-length kind. They rode up when she was sitting, and I could see the outline of her pussy lips when she sat down and pulled her knees to her chest. She was wearing a white tank-top, and her tits were pulling it tight around her. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she wasn't wearing makeup, and she was just fucking gorgeous.

She makes these noises when you kiss her, when you take your hands and pull her in tight. She moans. It drove me wild, and still does to this day when I think about it. I kissed her and pulled her on top of me, and I could feel the heat of her above my own shorts (I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, no underwear or boxers or anything), and my cock was straining against my shorts. I could feel that heat against me and I wanted it.

She was damn near shaking in my arms and I can't remember if it was her, or me, or the hobo hiding out near the dumpster, but her bra was on one second, and then the next, I had her perfect tits in both of my hands. Perfect, round, delicate nipples and very soft. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and she moaned, loud. Behind that particular restaurant was a hotel room, and while I never told her, I saw a light go out, and a curtain shift slightly on the second floor. I didn't care then that we had an audience. All I wanted was to be inside of her.

I slid one hand down her front, and felt her pussy, but didn't go beneath the panties. She was like fire, radiating heat. Her underwear was soaked. I massaged her clit, and her entire body seized up and she bit my lip, hard. I felt my cock twitch as she proceeded to grind her pussy on my hand. I pulled her underwear to the side (difficult, but where there's a will, there's a way) and my fingers found her clit. Her pussy was wet, and I didn't mean to, but two of my fingers slid inside of her because she was moving so much. I gasped when she pulled my hair and knocked my head into the sidewalk.

She rolled to my left, pulling me on top of her, and we kissed again, longer this time, as I slid my fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy. She was breathing hard, and moaning louder, and I could feel her building. She pulled me close, so she could say in my ear, "Your car, now."

She adjusted her panties and stood up, and I opened the backseat to my car. At the time, I was driving this massive Buick/Lincoln and the back seat was a pool table. I climbed in first, and I can't help but laugh because she damn near kicked me into the car, and jumped me. My dick was pulled out, and in her mouth before the door was closed. Her lips are soft, her tongue is velvet and her noises....Dear god. She sucked my dick for what seemed like forever. I wanted her to never stop and to climb on me at the same time. She took me to the back of her throat with no problem, while massaging the base of my dick with her tongue as she went up and down. I don't know why, but I can't cum from oral (it's not a challenge, it's just never happened in my 10 years of sexual activity). I wanted to, with her, though.

I pulled her away and up to my lips and I could taste my skin on her lips and she laced her fingers in my hair as she trailed her tongue over my lips, ending with my lower lip between her teeth. Describing it doesn't sound too sexy, but dear goodness, it was amazing.

She somehow magically positioned me on top of her, and I was rubbing my cock against her pussy, but her shorts/panties were still on. I wanted her driven crazy. And it was working. She was breathing harder than ever, moaning as I kissed her all over and I could smell her pussy. It was a clean and tangy smell and it was spinning me into near loss of self-control. She pulled me closer and slid her panties to the side in one motion (like I said, magic) and that's when time slowed: I felt her pussy as I slid inside of her. It was like warm, liquid velvet. I could feel every inch of her, every cell, every electrical impulse and it was overwhelming. I almost came right then and there. I had her legs in the air, my hands on either thigh holding them back so I could see.

Sometimes, when you're inside of a girl, you look down and you just feel in awe, and I was. She was sexy, had a killer personality and sucked my dick like it was her last meal, and I was trying not to cum. She pulled me into her as I pulled out, and she whispered in my ear, "Inside of me."

Still to this day I don't know if that meant my cum, or I wasn't allowed to pull out. But I started thrusting. I fucked her pussy bareback, which was risky, but like a lot of not great decisions, I wasn't thinking clearly. I felt my cum building. I knew I wasn't going to last before we got in the car, but I didn't know it was going to be this soon. I could feel it coming, and I told her, "Dee...I'm about to cum. I won't last long this way."

"Cum with me, brukennedy. Cum with me. Please. I need it."

I lost sensation in my brain as every cell, every neuron, every beat of my heart fired to where I was inside of her and everything stopped being real as I came inside of her. She was shaking, and all I remember detail-wise was her pulling me tighter so I wouldn't pull out, and later on, she implied that she didn't want to lose a drop of it, not for nefarious reasons. I was soaked in sweat and shaky, and she was looking at me with love in her eyes, and I knew then that I'd love her back.

That was our first time. Not my first time, or hers, for that matter. But our first time. And I'll never forget it.