It was the start to an all too brief summer (22M/18F) | 2016

First time poster, honest critiques welcome. Part 2 can be found here.

A few years ago I found myself in an interesting position as far as my job went. I worked from home, only had to go into the office maybe once every two weeks, and my boss had little understanding of my job. Being the honorable employee that I was... I took advantage of the situation and completed my tasks quickly and then proceeded to do whatever I wanted to do. My work load was minimal, my bank account was full (for someone my age), but my mind was restless.

As games, humor, and music began to lose their fun, I took up the game that is erotic role play. I joined some silly little free site, made my account, and spent my days lost in the fantasy world of text that me and my partners would create. This site, like almost any seedy little sex site you can think of, marketed itself as as the kind of site where anything could happen; webcam, picture swapping, real life encounters, etc etc. By and large though, it was exclusively used for text based role play. I had a few partners that I would get to cam with, and a few more that enjoyed swapping pictures with me. Everything I had done so far though fell to the wayside when I logged in one day to a simple message in my inbox, which read: "hey do you really live in socal?"

My heart began to beat rapidly, usually it was me who did the unsolicited advancement type thing. Real women don't do this sort of thing, do they? This has to be a trick of some kind. This user and I began to shoot messages back and forth, and honestly, it seemed too good to be true. How convenient that she lived less than 15 miles away from me. How convenient that she was alone for 8 to 10 hours a day while her mom was at work. How convenient that she, as she had said, 'was just a horny girl looking for sex.'

It all seemed like a setup to me honestly. I was waiting for the catch. I told her that I was busy for the next two days but after that I would reconnect with her and we would make plans from there. As I sent the message, I could practically feel my heart drop. Why was I being so pedantic about this? Why was I overthinking everything? I was feeling pangs of regret for not obeying the lustful drive that boiled within me. Taking a deep breath, I collected my thoughts, calmed myself down, and told myself what was done was done.

Two days pass, and I once again am greeted with a message in my inbox: "so?" I once again weighed my options, I was still slightly concerned about something weird going on, but I was a young red blooded male, I couldn't say no. Putting on a bold persona to mask my slight doubts, I started to make plans with her and learn more about her. She had only had one previous partner but she was hungry to experience more, she told me she had only ever had missionary sex and was craving more than what her hands could give her, she was young and slim but assured me she was legal and was willing to prove it if it was an issue.

After an hour or two of sexually charged back and forth, we had established a place; her (mother's) apartment. We had established rules and some things she wanted to do. And most importantly, we had established a time; tomorrow. The banter continued off site as we had traded phone numbers. Thinking back, it was almost surely all quite cinge-worthy things that we said, but in the moment... it was hot. This was all hitting a stranger kink with me... I had been with plenty of women before, but this... all I had was a few pictures and a username.

The morning passes pretty uneventfully. We text back and forth nervously for a bit, but soon I'm showered and out the door. I swing by the local CVS and pick up some condoms and some lubricants before I begin to start giving her countdown texts: "I'm 20 minutes away." She lived close but the drive seemed to take forever, I felt like I hit every red light, was behind every big rig and slow driver, and was tailed briefly by every cop. The world felt like it was conspiring against me. As I pulled into her apartment complex and parked near her unit I unclenched the steering wheel and let out an audible sigh... I was so tense, I was so worked up, I was so... turned on. Collecting what I needed, I walked towards her unit, extended my slightly shaking fist, and knocked on the door.

I heard the door unlock and briefly open about an inch or two, I saw her peek out at me before shutting the door for a second to undo the chain lock. She opened the door, gingerly took me by the hand, and led me into the apartment. She was maybe 5'6", clearly of Latin-American heritage, and clad in a pair of gym shorts and a simple t-shirt. Her sleek black hair hung down to her shoulders and her pink lips split momentarily in a slight grin as she looked at me. I felt like I towered over her at 6'1", but the difference really wasn't that stark. Like her, I was (and am) slim and had long flowing locks of brown hair, as I am a Californian and I must enforce stereotypes.

She gave me a quick tour of the place, clearly attempting to calm her own nerves, but we quickly moved into the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed with her for what felt like hours as we engaged in back and forth small talk. Work, pets, the drive over, life in general. We were both stupid little awkward wrecks. I took off my shoes and socks to get on her barefoot level, looked her right in the eyes and asked her plainly: "So you've really never been eaten out before?" She visibly blushed and broke eye contact before replying with a soft "No... but I want to be." Before I had time to do or even say anything else she followed up with "It's hot you're already hard." She looked back at me, as if she was asking permission, I gave her a slight nod because I wasn't really sure what else to do, and she quickly began to fumble with my button and zipper. As she did, I slipped my right hand under her shirt and around to her hip, gently squeezing it in silent encouragement.

She pushed my pants down to about my knees and I pulled my legs out the rest of the way. Her hands quickly fell to me, gently rubbing and stroking me through my boxers. "You're so big..." she said softly under her breath before blushing furiously, to which I almost laughed. I know for a fact I'm perfectly average and I found her inexperience cute. She slid one hand down into my boxers and began to give to a handjob. Her lack of experience showed but I didn't mind. I pulled her close against me and slid my right hand up her tanned frame, squeezing one of her breasts through her bra which caused a slight laugh followed by a gentle moan to issue from her mouth. She leaned her head close to mine and as her eyes fluttered I took the obvious queue and pressed my lips against hers.

We sat like this for what felt like a good 10 to 15 minutes. My cock in her hand, our lips and tongues together, and my hand under her shirt. She broke away and with an eager bounce hopped from her bed onto the floor, kneeling before me she tugged my boxers clean off and gazed up at me. "Sorry if I'm not good... I haven't really done this much." she said before leaning forward and taking my head and some of my shaft into her mouth. She tried, she really did, again though, her lack of experience was clear. I eventually said to her "Hey... how about I return the favor?" She looked at me eagerly, blushed again, and silently climbed back onto her bed. I nestled myself between her legs and began to pull her shorts off, her pictures hadn't shown her pussy, I had no idea what to expect. All I knew is that I was going to bury my face into whatever I was about to see. As the shorts came off, I was greeted with a cute and tiny little shaved pussy. I grinned visibly and began to plant a trail of kissed from her left inner knee up her inner thigh, closer... closer... and closer still... I could smell her lust and desire, and in the interest in not teasing a newbie too much, I began without much teasing. As the tip of my tongue planted itself at the base of her vagina I could feel her whole body tremble, and a nervous gasp could be heard from her. I pressed my tongue against her smooth skin and began to gently lick her from base to top, ending each lick with a slight flick of my tongue on her clit. As I get into a rhythm, so too does the pace of her breathing and soft moaning. I begin to slip the tip of my tongue between her lips with each lick, gently wiggling and waggling it from side to side. My hunger overcame me though, and I began to bury my face into her, mouth and tongue working her over, my lips closing around her clit so my tongue could lash it. A few moments after I slipped a finger into her I felt her shirt tossed over me and onto my feet, repositioning slightly, I took in the view of her, now fully naked, eyes closed, back arched, mouth agape, her hands on her small but firm tits.

"Hey," I growled under my breath to her "if you haven't been eaten out before, how come you have 69 in your username?" She blushed and avoided my gaze as she answered; "It's just something I think would be really hot." I was wondering for a fraction of a second why she didn't mention this earlier when we had gone over things she wanted to do, but it was just that; a fraction of a second. "Get on top." I ordered her. She bit her lip and I could see a wild flash of lust in her eye as she sat up and began to reposition herself on top of me. I took this moment to remove my own shirt before sliding under her, her slick pussy once again mere inches from my face, and my throbbing member mere inches from hers. I silently resumed my oral assault on her, and a few seconds later I felt her once again take me into her mouth. We silently pleasured each other for a while before she released my cock with an audible pop and said, shakily, the line that most men (including myself) love so much to hear; "I want you to fuck me."

I grabbed one of the condoms I had got and quickly put it on, she instructed me to lay back on the bed as she wanted to try cowgirl. I obliged her and she nervously positioned herself above me. She gripped my cock and lined it up with herself and began to lower herself down onto me... I'm not too thick or too long, I'm average and I know it. But she... she was TIGHT. A loud moan which turned into a gasp issued forth. I could feel her whole body tremble as she held herself where she was. She began to gently bob up and down on me and as I looked up I saw just how far, or how little, she was taking me in... probably only about half way. I asked her if she wanted to use any of the lubricant I had bought and she insisted; no.

She wanted to ride, and she rode. My hands found themselves on her hips and chest most of the time. She seemed lost to her lust and pleasure, throwing her head around, gasping, moaning, her hands planted firmly on my chest as she did her best to take me into her tight little puss. Her eyes snapped open and she locked them with me, licking her lips she said, plainly; "Doggy... please."

She slid off of me and quickly assumed the position. My left hand massaged her left hip as my right hand gripped my member. I enjoyed the view for a moment, reveling in the events that have transpired and the events that are about to transpire... I insert the tip of myself into her followed by a little bit of the shaft before taking both of her hips in my hands, and we begin the slow process of working myself deeper and deeper into her. I would thrust into her, she would push backwards against me, I would pull her by her hips. It felt like it took forever, but soon I looked down to confirm what I was feeling; her ass against my pelvis. I grinned and leaned over her, kissing the back of her neck. "Good girl," I whispered, "You took it all." I felt her shiver at the words 'good girl' something I made a mental note of, and she shakily told me she wanted to be fucked.

And I did.

Feeling invigorated, I begin to properly fuck her. Sliding the length of my out only to slam it back into her, every thrust accompanied by the satisfying slap of skin on skin. I worked in an explorative spank every now and then, but I was so enthralled with the sight of watching this small girl writhe and buck and arch and flex around me. Her breathing was ragged, it was a mixture of moans, gasps, and heavy breathing. "Can I go faster?" I asked her, as I felt the all too familiar pings and pangs of a coming orgasm. "YES!" she shouted back. She didn't even have time to finish the word before I picked up the pace, the end of the "YES" turned into a low building moan which got louder and louder and louder. The bed squeaked under us in rhythm with us, the metal frame gently tapping against the wall as our skin slapped together. "Fuck me!" she cried out, "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeeeee-" I knew she was cumming, the sensory input was too much for me to hold back any more, I grit my teeth for a moment before letting out a sharp gasp as I began to blow my load into the condom. My thrusts into her became slow, and deep, always punctuated with a burst a cum. As I pulled myself out of her she collapsed onto the bed and rolled over. "Let me get you a bag..." she said shakily (she didn't want any evidence in the house, so she bagged the condoms and threw them into the community dumpster, not the trash can in the house) before disappearing for a moment. "Can I taste?" she asked as she pulled the condom off of me and bagged it. I nodded and she hungrily wrapped her lips around my cock again, this time however, she had a mission. She wasn't trying to get me off, she was cleaning me up. We lay together for a while before we agreed it was time for me to go. I went home feeling like I was floating on a cloud.

I sent her a message later that night apologizing if I had hurt her. I was unaware of just how tight she was and I really didn't want to hurt her. She told me I hadn't hurt her (much) and that it was ok. I got caught up with stuff for a few days after that and we didn't really talk too much, when we did it was just small talk. I assumed that she had gotten what she wanted from me at that point and I shouldn't expect anything more. Until I woke up one day to a from her: "what are you doing today? i want to fuck"