New Best [F]riend, S[m]oking Buddy, and Adventure Time | 2016

Story time again, GWStories. I seem to be lucking out lately, both times from R4R posts. So fear not, people - unicorns are out there just waiting for you to take the plunge. Forgive the long post, but I think it’s a worthy story.

I was bored as fuck and browsing the /r/bostonr4r subreddit, and I came across a post for simply a cuddle/smoke/make out buddy. I thought, what the hell do I have to lose? I literally study human behavior and analysis in school - and I’m damn good at it too - so if something seems off, I can back the fuck away and that’s that.

So /u/bos224 and I ended up kik-ing for a few days, starting off tame and friendly. Just two people interested in smoking up together. It quickly became apparent that he was really into the idea of us hanging - it was subtle; just a few daily messages asking how I was doing and if I was free. Normally I would shy away from it but it was so endearing that I melted. I browsed through his old reddit posts and found that he was looking for someone to roll with - MDMA. This was really exciting for me. Molly was a friend I was waiting to meet. I broached the subject and it made him almost explode with excitement. I guess I’m just that cool of a chick, right?

And then he found my GoneWildCurvy posts. I knew what he looked like, and I had an idea of his body type, but in exchange for my pics, I got a few of him. God damn was that incentive.

When we finally did meet, it was a few nights after I’d moved into my new apartment, and I really, really needed to relax. We’d agreed that we’d roll and blaze for a bit, and see where things go. Unlike some first-meetings, it wasn’t explosive or smouldering or even sparkling - which didn’t bother us in the least. It was like we had known each other for years already. It was comfortable and lived-in, after knowing of each other’s existence for literally only a few days.

We did two hits of Molly in about two hours, because he realized that as a result of my antidepressants, I was a little desensitized to serotonin rushes. We switched on the Lorde Pandora station and just let the conversation - and our hands - wander. It felt so fucking good. Everything felt good. Everything felt right. Everything felt natural. I totally understand why it’s called Ecstasy; this shit was 92% purity and you could feel it.

We couldn’t keep our hands off each other (and to this day, whenever we’re together, we just snuggle and entwine and have this burning desire to just be close). He was an amazing kisser, and his beard just sent tingles all up and down my body. He explored every inch of me with his lips and tongue, and I’ve never felt more alive. I don’t even remember fully what happened, but he wanted to go down on me so badly, and I let him. How I lucked out with men who, a) want to go down on girls, and b) are amazing at it, I just don’t know. But let’s just say, his ass eating game was on point.

I had to return the favor. I can’t stress this enough - I love going down on guys. I love learning their triggers and sensitive spots; I love watching their reactions as I stare them straight in the eye and lick from balls to tip; I love seeing their hands grasping at the sheets and feeling their thighs tense around me.

And oh did he deliver. He’s the perfect size for me - thick enough, but not painful, and long enough, but not inconvenient. I could deepthroat that thing until my tonsils fell out. His hands couldn’t figure out where to settle: running through my hair, gripping the bed, behind his head, flailing …

I didn’t let him cum the first time. I wanted him inside of me. There seems to be a theme here, huh? I’m a greedy little minx, I guess. It was like he knew exactly what I wanted before I even knew. We started out with me on my back and him on top, with my legs splayed out and draped around him. Then he threw me on my stomach and fucked me hard from behind (confession: my favorite position). I could tell he was trying so hard not to cum, but after being so satisfied by him, I wanted him to feel the same from me.

So I readjusted myself on my knees, crossed my wrists behind my back and had him grip them, and bucked hard against his hips. I needed him, and he needed me even more. We came hard, together.

The whole time, we were whispering and breathing into each others mouths, our disbelief that this was happening so perfectly and smoothly, how we already knew each other’s bodies, how we knew how play each other like a fiddle, how ridiculous this whole situation was. We collapsed back on the bed, panting, sweating, messy and covered in each other’s cum. It was sublime.

We then proceeded to roll a few cigs, pack a bowl, and finish out the night watching Adventure Time.

Did I mention I was finishing my period when all of this was happening? The man deserves a goddamn fucking award for surviving the Red Wedding like a champ. He didn’t even care. He didn’t even fucking care.

TL;DR R4R posts are amazeballs, high sex is best sex, and Molly is my new best friend.

Edit: Part 2 can be found here.