How I won the Cold War [M26/F] | 2016

I start the sexy times at * if you want to skip to that I apologize for typos, I am writing this after I finished a project so I’m burned out on editing.

About I am a 26(M) year old ginger, short hair (women really didn’t like my long hair phase), neatly trimmed beard, blue eyes (yes I am that rare red head/blue eye combo, no it does not get mentioned except that I’m still a ginger bastard), and stand 6’2. At the time I probably was about 170 pounds and lean, thankfully graduate school hadn’t gotten me so busy that I stopped going to the gym yet. Regardless I am rather nerdy and am not a sharp dresser. This year I’m at a rather prestigious school in the UK getting my Masters (so I will be paying this debt forever).

Story I live in a university run flat and more or less keep to myself when I’m at the flat, I’ll talk with any of my 4 flatmates when we see each other in the kitchen or the hall, but we weren’t super sociable with each other (well, one no one would see for months and then we’d be shocked when she’d appear). But I was convinced to go to a mutual friends flat in the same complex for their birthday party (I was told there would be free food) so I wandered over for some drinks with friends and strangers whom I would never see again.

Not knowing too many folks I stuck with Kate, who isn’t a drinker, but likes to make drinks. Stupidly I agreed to let her make me something. Five minutes later I get a pint of, what I assume is straight liquor that was a mess of swirling yellow and pink (I know there was some kind of lemon liquor and vodka, but the rest is lost to time) and procced to get comfortably buzzed. After an hour or so of ever loosening inhibitions, I turned around (we were in the kitchen of the flat, not a terribly big space for 15 or so people) to see a very attractive blonde woman on her phone, which would explain those text alerts I’d been hearing for a while. Being a complete expert at social interactions with strangers I said “Hi, how long have you been standing there? Shit, that was rude. Hi pretend I said something a normal person would say…please.” For some reason she did not immediately leave or send the police after me for failure to communicate like a sane person.

Her first words to me, after a very, very long pause to examine me and let the awkwardness of what I just said settle, were (and I shit you not) “Godzilla, I like him” as she gestured towards the image on my shirt. This floored me for a couple of reasons, 1 Godzilla is awesome and not many women who look like there should be statues carved of them say so (to my knowledge, I’d love to be proven wrong), 2 She was Russian, and her accent speaking English in a way that just purred. Social formalities ensued, my name, her name was Svetlana), what are you studying, o that is fascinating, blah blah blah. Much of the conversation is beyond me as that drink kind of fucked me up. It was charming, I was witty, she was brilliant, we bantered. It was a good time.

End of the night comes along (1am) and some people want to take the birthday girl out to a club, I pass and state I’m going to just have a nightcap in my flat. Svetlana decides to join me. In my head all I was thinking was “Yay I don’t have to drink alone, because that is a bad habit to have” (Months later it got me through my dissertation). A normal person would be thinking “Going back to my flat with this blonde Russian goddess with a voice that sounds like sex….yea its on.” But you see patient readers, I was at this point in my life a virgin, clueless to the ways of women (probably still am in all honesty), and had no ulterior motive. We head up, I grab two glasses and pour out unwise amounts of Lagavulin (just a great drink).

Sexy times start soon I swear)

To paint the scene, me a nerdy ginger in his flat, pleasantly drunk but coherent, enjoying the company of a stranger. Her, 6’0 tall with her long blonde hair that looked like a river of silk, her svelte body partially obscured by a plaid shirt/dress thing wrapped in a belt with leather calve high boots. Just relaxing, joking about the state of our two countries and how stupid the Cold War was, sitting on my bed.

Looking back I am sure her plan was to jump me, but I didn’t see it, she had this air of complete confidence and control about her, it was if I had already said yes and all of this was just a formality. I was caught dumb and flatfooted. Mid-sentence she leaned in and kissed me, in a panic I froze and grabbed her glass of whiskey before it fell. Sitting there, with more drink in me than I’d had in months, arms to either side with glasses of Lagavulin, and Svetlana mounting me as she expertly attacked my face. As I awkwardly set the glasses down I was pushed further onto the bed as the kisses become more intense, occasionally she would pull at my lip or bite my neck. After a few minutes of this one of the most awkward conversations of my life occurred.

“Why are you not undressing me?” Svetlana growled into my ear, moving my hand to her wonderful ass, her voice making me even more turned on than my stupid brain could process. “Wait, are we going to have sex?” I stupidly asked, with my stupid unsexy American accent and very nervous voice that I reallllllly hope didn’t crack when I said it.

She looked at me like I was a dumb as I felt, and laughed. Svetlana gestured at herself and coyly rose an eyebrow at me “Do you not want to?” her voice making it sound like I would be the biggest idiot in the history of time to turn her down. I then got to explain that I was a virgin, and then had to convince her I wasn’t lying (I don’t know what Russia is like but if I look like a guy who can pull in Russia then I need to move there). We had a good laugh about this, and she admitted that normally she doesn’t go for guys so she’d make sure I learned somethings about making women happy (Thank you universe), and thankfully I had condoms because it is always good to have some around.

Commence *Sexy times

She got up and undid her belt as I lifted up shirt/dress thing, and I felt myself turn to a bar of steel. Svetlana was pale skinned and a knockout in her matching black lacy bra and thong, which she rapidly was removed of (it was mentioned to me in the morning that I somehow got it off her without unclasping it).

I explored her lithe form with the nervousness of a virgin, but that quickly was replaced by confidence due to drink and the increasing heavy breathing from Svetlana. I pushed her down on the bed as I quickly shed clothes down to my boxers and had my head guided down. She started off telling me how to locate her g-spot with the change in texture once we began, watching her eyes roll back when I found it is still one of the single most erotic things I’ve seen. She gave me my head after that just to see how I worked. What started as her slowly coaching me in how to go down on a woman became more of a “try not to pass out due to air loss because her legs are choking me” event. Apparently I eat pussy like I invented it, so fall back career if saving the planet doesn’t pan out. As I worked her clit with my tongue I slipped my middle and ring fingers inside her and went to town. At one point Svetlana arched off the bed with such force that I was lifted off my chest and held in the air before she collapsed again. This went on for ages, and I learned signs to know what drove her wild. The better I did the harder it was for her to speak English, she spoke Russian the rest of the time she held my head between her thighs. As I came up for air I was thrown down on the mattress (this is a twin and the fact that neither of us hit our head on the wall next to it is a miracle) and enthusiastically had a tongue explore my mouth.

“You sure you’ve never done that before? I’ve known a few women who can’t do that half as well.” It took her a try or two to say it in English for me. “Beginners luck?” I nervously joked. Honestly I had no idea what I doing and just decided to keep doing what made her speak Russian (I don’t know why but anytime a woman starts speaking not English during sex is incredibly hot for me).

She had me go and wash my beard out, it was soaked. I had a nice laugh when I saw myself in the mirror. When I came back the lights were off, but I could see her from the light from the street coming in the window. She was on her knees in the middle of the room lightly sliding her fingers along her clit waiting for me. “Come here and let me show you something fun” she breathed at me. Numbly I walked over and she yanked down my boxers exposing my cock to her. This is the first time in a few years I’d had it out in front of anyone (horrible first blowjob experience that literally gave me a scar and turned me off dating for a while). Her grin shown in the dark “What is that expression? The carpets match the windows?” she joked running a finger along my shaft. “Drapes actually” I stammered looking down at her as her grin got bigger. Svetlana just snorted and shook her head as she took me in her mouth and proceeded to shut me up. My knees started shaking and I had to lean forward against the window frame as she held on, stroking and sucking me off.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that but eventually she pushed me and I fell on the bed. Without saying a word Svetlana grabbed my cock and guided it inside her as she settled on top of me. Her head leaned back, her back arching pushing her breasts up into the dark room uttering “Bozhe moi” again and again under her breath (I later learned this means “My god” or “Oh god” so confidence booster). She started grinding into me, pulling up till I was nearly out of her and then slamming back down. After I got my wits together (as much as my newly non-virgin mind could) I gripped her arms and rolled on top of her and started thrusting with way more rhythm than I thought possible. Having no experience with what I was doing I just did what was natural, and jeez it worked.

I could feel her hands gripping my shoulders, my back, my head, my ass, her nails biting into me, her teeth biting my flesh in exquisite pain. Through it all I kept pumping into her, a single minded machine to give this woman, this goddess her due. I thought she came hard from me eating her out, I was wrong. A line of fire blossomed on my right side as her hand ripped into my back as she came. I continued to fuck her with relentless abandon as she wrapped her legs around me to try and stop me. She whimpered something out as she gripped my head to her breast, this stopped me as it was more vulnerable a noise than I expected from her.

“Everything ok?” I hesitantly asked, casually stroking her face and hair. “Yes…that was just very good and surprising. It has been a while since I’ve had something like that” she purred. I was then smacked in the head, I had a giant stupid grin on my stupid face. “Give me a minute to get my breath” she asked, we lay there for a couple of minutes, idly touching each other and joking around, I was still amazed at how smooth her stomach was and how I finally understood what people meant when they said perky breasts.

I got up to stretch for a minute and as I turned around I found her against the window frame shaking her ass at me, smiling over her shoulder. I rapidly moved in griping her rougher than I had as I turned her head back to me to kiss. As we kissed I entered her from behind and I felt her shudder and gasp with my body. I place her hands on the wall and proceeded to fuck with purpose. As we fucked in earnest she would utter things in Russian that were beyond my hearing, and things in English that I will keep to myself. I reached one hand off of her waist and gripped her hair in one hand at her insistence and pulled. Her knees shook and gave out as I held her up and kept fucking, I didn’t stop as we moved back to the bed and I mounted her. From there I picked up the pace and the audible smack of our bodies colliding sounded like explosions to me (sorry flatmates who might have heard).

After a while of this my knees were bugging me so I leaned over her, chest to her back and kept thrusting. “Keep doing that, yes there, rougher, bohze moi, bohze moi” Svetlana moaned next to my head. So I shrugged and bit her on the area between her neck and shoulder. I felt her tighten on my cock like a vice as she orgasmed. “Harder” she barked, accent still dripping with sex (bad metaphor since I was literally balls deep inside of her). I obliged her, I moved back and forth to the sides of her neck, still fucking, biting the sweet spot. One hand going between her nipples and her clit, still fucking. Her whispering what it felt like, still fucking.

“Fuck me like your 1% fuck your poor” Svetlana gasped. I stopped and leaned backed to look at her. She turned over her shoulder to look at me, her hips slowly bucking against me, with an embarrassed look in her eyes. A laugh rolled out of my stomach and into the night shattering any seriousness in the moment as she joined in. As the laughter died I looked her straight in the eyes and found another gear. As I started to pound with more speed and power than I had before her eyes got wide and started to roll back into her head. Her arms and legs gave out so now she was laying flat on the mattress, hands gripping sheets or my forearms, legs withering and toes curling. I felt myself getting close and started to honest to Zeus (God of getting down) growled, she ograsmed again before me. “Cum for me now” Svetlana uttered. I erupted harder than I had ever done before

I left to dispose of the condom and then flopped down next to her. Our naked bodies glistening with sweat (beats the hell out of running for cardio). “You positive you are a virgin?” she asked, “Well I was until….holy shit we have been fucking for 4 hours.” I will swear on whatever you want but once the foreplay stopped it was nearly nonstop fucking for 4 hours. We had a good laugh about that, I was so glad I wasn’t quick, but come on that is almost a comical amount of time. Then we slept in our sweat and spoke no more.

I woke a few hours later to her lightly snoring, it was adorable and made me laugh, which woke her. She rewarded me for my performance the night before, and told me to not change a thing with other women. We then had sex again, but that was slower, and sweeter, and only for me.

After that I got her some water and toast, I don’t know what to do in that situation and walked her home. I returned to my flat and slept the rest of the day. When I awoke for class on Monday I could barely move, my body was a mess of bite mark bruises, deep scratches, and bruising from where she gripped me. I couldn’t put on my back pack so I carried a notebook to class. My friends in the class could tell something was wrong with me because I couldn’t lean back on anything and the hints of marks around my collar. It was mortifying but hilarious.

We haven’t spoken much since then but I see her every now and then and we just smile and nod at each other. I have followed her advice and have since had a very fun year (minus the time spent working on my dissertation).