(F)ucking (M)y Teenage Crush | 2016

I was much just your everyday college student drinking her dating worries away at a nearby bar. I'm 21, 5'6" and lean at around 125 lbs, C cup and black with bra strap length black hair in a bun and dark brown eyes. My male friends find me attractive but I don't really believe them due to my West African household and bullying in the past. One of my Indian friends, R, set me up on a blind date with someone he knew around campus, and I wasn't really wasn't in the dating mood. The dude (E) was tall, dark and pretty much a catch by every standard- except the douchey behavior. My past boyfriends were mild mannered with a dark sense of humor but were never straight up assholes. Annoyed at my friend and ticked off at the asswipe's behavior I asked for separate checks and walked to the nearest bar post-haste.

While drinking my annoyance away with a couple of cosmos I encountered an old, mutual acquaintance from high school, who we'll call Sanders. Sanders and I used to be friends around six or so years back but we both grow up and apart. While both of us made new friends I pined for him pretty badly over the next three years, and faded as we went off our separate paths after graduation. He ordered a scotch on the rocks and sat down next to me like we were old friends. Me, being in a now somewhat buzzed state decided to sip my drink a little more carefully as we caught up, not that there was much to catch up on. Both of us were in the same major, had high GPAs, looking at the same internships and the like. He talked about how yet another one of his dates went wrong and I talked about my relationship plights, with lots of bad jokes, sarcasm, dark humor and bluntness galore. It was just like old times. As I sipped my third drink I really took the time to look him over and...appreciate the changes that he made over the last few years. Sanders finally outgrew me at 5'10", his black hair brushed against his dark brown eyes and his muscles rippled through his plaid shirt, his Middle-Eastern caramel skin practically shining in the bar's dim light. I could feel the teenage crush followed by the lust rushing up through me as I tried to laugh at whatever joke he made. Now fully buzzed I suggested we leave the bar and do something else. He followed behind me as we headed to our campus game room for a few rounds of darts. As we arrived I turned and asked him if he would like to go first I could see him looking away quickly and hiding his flushed face.

"Hey Sanders, are you okay? You're turning red," I questioned. As blunt as I was I kept an eye out for people I cared about...and as much as I sometimes hated it, he was on that list. He kept looking off into the distance, "Oh yeah I'm fine, just, uh...you go first."

I looked around for what could worked him up like that as I smoothened my curve hugging gray dress. Oh wait...I blushed as I pulled it down to it's proper length and felt the outline of my panties. I giggled as I remembered Sanders somewhat reserved, 5'6" stature all throughout high school, "I guess some things never change," I pulled out my phone pretending to look at the time as Sanders gave me a once over, coughing in embarrassment, "Yup,"

After three epic dart games (that I so unfortunately lost 1 to 2) Sanders and I had departed at 2 am, with the decision to head over to my suite for some food and so he could stay over for the night. I kicked off my black boots and dark brown leather jacket sat down next to him and channel surfed for a while. Even with the slight gap between I could feel him looking at me once again, admiring my v-neck dress that showed more cleavage than I normally did.

"You know, you look really nice tonight," Sanders complemented.

"Thanks, I'm glad someone appreciated it," I grinned. I flipped to another channel. A comfortable silence followed.

"Can I ask you something Hornythrowaway21xx?" Sanders said broke the silence.

"Sure,"

"Back in high school," Well fuck didn't expect that, "Did you ever like R?"

Oh wait that's it? "Eh, not really, it would be weird. We're pretty close." He nodded in acceptance, "Did you ever like me?" Oh shittt

I stiffened. Like most, I hate answering personal questions, "You know, It's almost 3 and we have class tomorrow so I'm gonna rest," I attempted to get up but he pulled me back down to the chair, "Hornythrowaway...tomorrow's Sunday. "

"I'm not answering," I got up again only to be foiled but the only man I had really come to admire. "Let me go to bed, Sanders!"

"Only if I can come with you", he whispered in my ear, I gasped blushing as I turned to look at his dark smirk and mischievous eyes. What happened to the shy guy I once knew? I stubbornly continued this routine, partially out of a chance of dominance and partially out of the fact I loved how he gripped my waist until we both tumbled on the floor, with me on top of him. My hair had fallen out of it's bun, my bangs covering my eyes and my dress had ridden up revealing the curve of my ass. I could feel his dick stiffen beneath me and as much as my brain kept telling me to get up, make a corny joke and pretend it never happened my heart (or was it my hormones?) and body stayed on top of him. In a position that with just a few adjustments I could be riding the Sanders train to orgasm heaven. His hands gripped my waist and my hands were on top of his firmer, muscular chest. I really hoped I wasn't grooling.

"Uh..." Was our intelligent response to the situation. As much of a tomboy as I was I never went past third base, and I could tell that his upbringing wasn't very open to sex either. School and friends came first for the both of us. Before either of us could chicken out he tipped his head and kissed me, running his fingers through my hair. Any resistance or excuses I could have made dissolved the second my crush (Arguably love) of over six years kissed me.

And all the damn bets were off.

I deepened our kiss, moaning as our tongues battled for dominance and he grow harder and harder beneath me, and my panties weren't faring too well either as they dampened with my juices. Not breaking our kiss I unbuttoned his plaid shirt and could only moan at the muscles that awaited me underneath. He started pulling my dress higher and higher and gripped my ass as hard as he could, making me wetter in the process. Breaking our kiss he peeled my dress off me revealing my black lace bra and matching panties.

"Cute," he smirked, messaging my boobs through the fabric before unclipping it and tossing it to wherever my dress had gone.

If I had my wits I would have said something much more clever but all I could muster was a "Shut up," before moaning in bliss. I discarded his muscle shirt and his beautiful abs were on display for me to see.

"Mhmm, tasty," I smoothed over his chest. I took momentary pride is how flushed his face looked before the tables turned on me once again. My brain took a vacation and I could hardly remember to breathe as he licked and messaged my nipples. I attempted to frown at him and pulled at his jeans, removing them and his boxers as his manhood popped free. While I had given blowjobs before I had never attempted to deep throat any of my ex's. I licked his shaft, eliciting a moan from him, then wrapped my mouth around the head. I slowly went down on it, going as far as I could without gagging. I wanted to fit his entire seven inch cock as deep as I could but sadly it wasn't meant to be. As I sucked his balls I messaged his dick and vice versa. To his credit he didn't push me down or force me to go faster and eventually I got a good pace going before he pulled me away. Before I could question him further he reached into his discarded jeans and pulled out a silver wrapper. If I said I wasn't nervous I'd be lying. As he rolled it down onto the base of his dick he asked me if I wanted to back out now was the chance. I tossed off my panties and pulled him over to my room where we both collapsed on the bed. He held me down and kissed me. As much as I tried to get him to slip inside and finally lose my virginity he resisted at the last second, even going back to holding me down when I was on top.

"Sanders..." I moaned as he bit my neck, rubbing the tip just outside back and forth, "Pleaseee..."

"Please what," He growled. Why the hell did he have to be so sexy.

I really hate begging. "Please." I tugged at his balls as gently as I could, "I need you inside me,"

Finally he pushed inside and I finally let my hormones take over, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I arced my back as he pushed inside me as gently as he could. The initial pain was quickly overridden by lust and I started moaning for him to go faster, then deeper, only stopping when I could feel his balls slapping against my asshole. He grabbed my legs and pushed it towards my head. I moaned even louder as my wetness slapped against him over and over. Unfortunately all good things have to come to an end and in 10 minutes we reached our limit.

"HornyThrowaway21xx, I gonna cum!"

I could only moan in approval, gripping him as tight as I could before we both finished a few seconds later. He pulled out and I took the time to head to the bathroom before he could ask me any questions.