[M]y recent experience helping a lesbian explore a craving [f]or cock...file under "So that just happened." | 2016

She answered my ad for a pen-pal in casual encounters cautiously...just a one-line answer, but it sounded real, the grammar was correct, and so I gave it a shot. Within a few intelligent-sounding e-mails, she confessed she was a lesbian in a serious relationship with a recent, new-found obsession with cock. I of course assumed she was fake, and immediately stated so, giving a legitimate explanation of the usual fakes I deal with on craigslist. I asked for voice verification. I got it. She was real. She went into detail about what she saw as a completely primal, instinctive, biological obsession she was having with cock. Perhaps it was her complete lack of experience with it, mixed with her biological desire to use her parts in ways they are biologically supposed to be used, which spurred this extreme curiosity on. Whatever it was, I was happy to oblige discussing fantasies with someone so eager to be led into a new-to-them world.

Her fantasies included being covered in cum, being filled with cum, sucking, fucking, jerking...all of the most cliche things that inexperienced teenage boys who watch lots of porn think women are so eager to do with them, until they hit the real world (hopefully). Except she was real. She wasn't keen on having unprotected sex, so fulfilling the creampie fantasy wasn't a realistic goal for the immediate future. But seeing, touching, rubbing, and possibly sucking my cock were quickly realistic ideas to her. I teased her with pics of my cock hard in my underwear, without revealing the real thing. We had intelligent sexual discourse via e-mail and over the phone. She enjoyed the fact that I spoke with confidence, from real experience, from what seemed like a genuinely open and intense sexuality, and that I was so on board for making her fantasies come true. But she wanted to start slow. Meet first, see if we have any chemistry in person. No promises of anything else whatsoever. She wasn't sure she could get over guilt, even of seeing me naked in person, because she does love her girlfriend, and has never cheated.

We met at a hotel bar between our respective houses. She looked as good in person as she did in her pictures...she looked like the office manager-type that she is. She wore professional clothes, right from work, very typical office stuff. Drab. Nothing showy, but attractive. I complimented her, and she graciously accepted, with a bit of a nervous smile. Our conversation was easy, smooth, and free-flowing, just as it had been on the phone. Casual, innocent, "accidental" touches of her leg elicited no negative response. Sexual conversation made her visibly tighten up, smile, and seem uncomfortable in an over-stimulated way, as opposed to a negative way. After discussing some of the fun I'd had with other married women through craigslist, she couldn't help but compliment me. "You should write erotic fiction, by the way," she said. "I won't do that. But I do write erotic non-fiction about my actual encounters," I offered back. "I would love to read them...you have a really easy way of talking about them. If some random guy told me he was doing these things, I'd call bullshit. But you're cute, you're smart, and the way you talk...in general, but definitely about sex...I completely believe you. I want to do all of these things with you. I want you to show me your cock when we go to our cars."

"Check please!" couldn't leave my lips fast enough. It was then received and paid in full rather quickly. We'd parked next to each other in the back of the parking lot, so there was little chance of getting caught. On the long walk to our cars, I put my hand on her ass as we walked. "Is this ok? I know you wanted to move slowly and just meet and talk, but since I'm showing you my cock..." "Yes, totally hot, actually." "Ok, good." I smiled.

We hopped in my car and sat next to each other. It was cold, so I needed a bit of encouragement. "So you're 100% sure you want to see my cock?" "Yes, I do." I began rubbing it over my jeans to get it hard. She instinctively spread her legs, and my hand went to her thigh. "May I rub higher?" "Yes!" My hand moved higher, finding the edge of her panties. They were soaked. I began rubbing her pussy over her wet panties, hearing her wetness make sloshing noises between her lips as I felt them, stroked them, and then focused on her clit. "You really are incredibly wet." "I'm so glad you get to feel that in person now. I'm this wet daily thinking about doing things like this. I told you, it's a problem!" She made gentle noises as I rubbed her, and my cock got rock hard instantly. I undid my pants, pulled them down just a bit, and let my erection out of the hole in my boxers. She gasped. "Holy shit, you're so fucking hot." I'm not used to hearing that. Straight girls aren't usually quite so forward and...well, reverent, haha. "Is that what you were hoping to see?" "Fuck, yes. Oh my God. It looks amazing. And it moves!" I sometimes tense and release muscles down there when I'm particularly excited, and my cock does twitch at the muscle movements. "You should touch it." "What do I do?" "Wrap your fingers gently around it. Good, now squeeze very gently, like it's made of glass, and stroke it up and down."

She complied with my instruction, and within 30 seconds was expertly jerking me off. I had grabbed a few napkins to catch the week's worth of cum I had saved up, and in about a minute I placed it in front of the swollen tip of my cock as my load shot out all over her hand, and into the napkin. "Wow! Holy shit...oh my God...oh my God, it's so warm, it feels so good. Holy shit, this is so fucking hot!" She couldn't contain herself. I'd stopped rubbing her but she instructed me to concentrate on cleaning up and she would take care of herself later. We had run out of time anyway. She sat in awe of what had just happened, in near shock, with a massive smile on her face. "Wow, your cum was so warm, and there was so much of it...I want more of it so badly! Fuck, I can't believe how hot that was." "Does that satisfy your craving for cock?" "No, it made it worse. Now I'm just thinking about making the rest of my fantasies come true with you and your cock...and all of that cum! Will you kiss me now real quick before I go?" I leaned in and kissed her, only the second time she'd kissed a man in her life. We made out gently for about 20 seconds before she backed away. "FUCK, and you're a good kisser, too. Damnit, there's no way I'm going to be able to stop thinking about this now." "Good." "Yes, I agree!" We both smiled and had a brief laugh, said our goodbyes, and promised to move another baby step forward next time.