Or we could just, y'know... Fuck...[MF] | 2016

I’d recently graduated. She was in her last year of college. A friend of a friend. Someone I always wanted but never expected to get with. Never really tried. Circumstance got her to my place- It was raining, I lived nearby and her bus stop was unsheltered. I suggested she come over and wait it out. I didn’t really expect her to take me up on the offer. But she did.

She had long dark hair tied up in a pony tail. Pale skin, green eyes and full lips that looked like they were capable of incredible things. I honestly didn’t think I had a chance. I rolled a joint, poured drinks and did my best to be… normal. Lechery dialed down as low as I could get it.

And then, things changed. “It’s late” she said. I nodded. “Can I crash here?”. I nodded, a bit too eagerly. She smiled. Possibilities filled my head. My heart rate increased.

She stood up and disappeared to the bathroom. I steadied myself, toned down my expectations that had suddenly inflated dramatically. The sliver of hope that I clung too made my cock tingle. I poured another drink and downed it. And then I waited while attempting to make it look like I wasn’t waiting.

When she finally emerged my jaw hit the floor. Her clothes were gone. She stood before me in her mismatched underwear, a black bra and pink panties. Her cleavage bursting. Her smooth, pale skin covered in goosebumps. I stared, eyes bulging, my cock swelling. She giggled.

“Let me get you a t-shirt…” I stammered, as gentlemanly as I could manage, climbing to my feet to demonstrate intent. “Or we could just.. y'know.. fuck…” she replied, so casually it was slightly concerning. Those were her exact words. There’s something special about girls who say fuck. I was unsure of how to proceed, so I just stammered something like “yeah, okay, sure, cool…”, trying to act like this was a normal thing, failing miserably. Properly hard and visibly bulging.

She ambled toward me, her eyes on my bulge, mine on her cleavage. I just stood there. She was so fucking casual about it, unbuckling me, telling me about how she finds it impossible to sleep without an orgasm or two. Two. Fuck me. “No pressure…” I verbalized, somewhat accidentally. She giggled. And then she yanked my jeans and shorts down.

“Sit”. It was a command and I obeyed. I stared as she peeled off her panties, revealing a sliver of pubic hair. She told me she had an IUD and asked if I was “ clean”. I nodded. I was. (Irresponsible in retrospect. Kids, wrap up.) And with that she straddled me, her cold fingers wrapped around my shaft and I could feel her warm lips brushing against my tip. “don’t cum inside me… okay?”. I nodded. I was confused, but I nodded. If she asked me to bark I would’ve barked.

She was so fucking wet I literally heard a slurp as I disappeared into her. All the way in. She squealed and I groaned. I started praying to a god I didn’t believe in as she slowly writhed about in my lap, moaning and whimpering, slowly leaning back. The view made it even more challenging. I grabbed her glorious breasts and scooped her nipples free. Perfect pencil erasers. She whimpered as I rubbed them. She squealed as I squeezed them. I was mesmerized. I was struggling.

When she started to ride me I bit my lip and thought about my fantasy football team and prayed some more as I watched her bounce up and down. “Slowly” I pleaded repeatedly. “Please” she gasped between moans. Just “Please…”. I was so preoccupied with her nipples that I hadn’t realized she was playing with herself, rubbing her clit as she fucked me, lending a hand. The realization very nearly finished me. I stared at what I could see, strumming fingers and glimpses of pink. I bit my lip so hard I almost drew blood.

I told her I was close and she just moaned “please”. Louder. Throatier. More desperate. I stared at the bookshelf and tried to count the books.

Please turned to “almost…” . Progress. My hands had gravitated to her ass, kneading her firm cheeks, my fingertips creeping toward her crack. Exploring. It was my turn to beg. “please…”. She giggled. It was the politest fuck ever. She reminded me not to cum inside her and the way she said it very nearly made me explode.

“Do you want me to cum” she slurred.

“Please” I begged.

“Say it… “ she growled.

“Cum for me… please….” I was on borrowed time.

“Say my name”

“Grace…”. Let’s call her Grace. “Please… Grace.. cum…”. It was eloquent shit.

And it worked. She shuddered and shrieked and bucked her hips. Her pale skin turned pink as her insides spasmed. I pinched myself so hard it left a bruise. Somehow I survived. There might be a god after all.

She hoisted herself up, evicting me with a gush, the likes of which I’d never seen before. Or since. “Thank you” she gasped. I was mentally high fiving myself when her fingers wrapped around my soaking shaft. I didn’t quite realize what she was doing until it was happening. “No fucking way.. “. My thoughts, out loud. She giggled, holding me tight, pressing, my tip poking at an impossibly tight hole. Whimpering as it slowly crept in. I couldn’t see it but I could feel it. My tip plunged in. She yelped. I exploded.

She was so tight every spurt felt like it was struggling to get out. So tight I stayed inside her until I was limp. So tight I swear I heard a pop when I finally slipped out. My first anal sex. Five seconds, give or take.

Watching her walk to the bathroom with a trail of my cum oozing down the back of her thigh was a highlight of my existence. I was soaking wet, limp, with a grin that wouldn’t quit.

We didn’t sleep together. I’m not sure why. She took the bed and I took the couch. When I woke up she was gone.

It turned out to be start of a fuck buddy relationship of sorts. I’m fairly certain she wanted me for my apartment, a place in the city that didn’t require a long bus ride or an extortionate taxi to get to. A place to crash. I didn’t care. She wanted me for something, and that was enough for me.