On the subject of "enemies with benefits"....(m/f) | 2016

I don't even remember exactly where I met Natalie. I know we used to have some mutual friends, and we often attended the same parties, but I don't remember exactly how I met her. She was somewhat overweight, but it didn't look bad on her. Outside of having enormous and very perky tits, there was nothing that really made her stand out in a crowd. She wasn't attractive, but she wasn't unattractive either.

I thought she was immature, and to be blunt, kinda "ghetto". Most of the time, the only thought going through my head about her (besides "nice tits") was "geez...grow up already." Not sure what she thought of me. She had flirted with me in the past, but I brushed her off. I figured by now she had lost interest.

So we're at this party, and everybody is drunk off their ass. I remember ending up in a fistfight with some guy who crashed the party and started arguing with someone that I presume was his girlfriend, or his ex-girlfriend. I had the upper hand, but I didn't think I was doing much actual damage to the guy, but apparently someone else disagreed. I remember getting speared by my friend John, who was easily 80 lbs heavier than I was. Let me tell you....taking a spear from a 200+ lb. man HURTS. Next thing I know I've got John and Natalie holding me down, saying something about I'm gonna kill the guy.

I remember Natalie guiding me into the bedroom. I remember her going to get a couple more beers, asking me to stay in there and calm down. I remember us making out for a while, but I don't remember how it started. I vaguely remember when I took her bra off, and the thought that her tits were even more magnificent than I thought they were.

I woke up the next morning, surprisingly not hung over. Bruised ribs, but that was about it. Natalie was still laying in bed next to me, completely topless. I tried clearing my head to get a picture of the night before. All I remembered about the fight was John ramming into me. I started to recall making it into the bedroom. Memories of getting a blowjob started coming back to me, but I honestly don't recall much after that.

She wakes up a little while later, groggy. "Hey." We just kinda looked at each other for a minute. "So....now what?" she eventually asks. I wasn't entirely sure what to say at this point. What exactly happened the night before? I vaguely remember a blowjob, but I don't think I fucked her. Her pants were still on, but she could've put them back on later. What was I supposed to say? "Did we fuck?"

"Head. Foggy. Probably not the best time to ask." is all I could come up with. Half of her seemed a bit put off by my statement, but she seemed to understand. She just leaned over and started kissing me. All I could think of was "it couldn't be that bad....aw, what the hell", and went for it. I went right for her tits, burying my face right in between them. Hell, I could've gone mountain climbing on them if I wanted to. She rolls me on top of her, and I actually spend several minutes teasing her nipples, which drives her wild. Having kept her pants on, I wasn't sure how far she wanted to take things, so I figured I'd let her set the pace.

She rolls me back over after a while and proceeds to take me in her mouuuuuOOOOOOOHMYGOD. Easily the best blow job I have ever received in my life. The woman could suck-start a mack truck. I wish I could give some details of it, but my eyes were too busy rolling into the back of my head.

She eventually makes her way back up my body, kissing everything from my stomach to my chest, to my neck, and everything in between. I realized that at some point during all of this she managed to take her pants off when my hands made their way to her bare ass.

We spend the next few minutes rolling around the bed exploring each others' bodies, and eventually end up back in the missionary position, with my rock-hard dick rubbing up and down her pussy. Our hands are all over each other, and the moaning is getting louder. Seemingly without missing a beat, one hand makes its way to my dick, guides it inside her, and goes right back to being all over the rest of my body.

I start thrusting immediately, and her pace almost immediately is in sync with mine. My god, this woman felt magnificent. We stayed in this position for the entire duration, which may seem boring to some, but it was going so well that I didn't want to break the rhythm by trying to switch positions. I let out a grunt and ended up coming inside her, and then collapsed on her tits.

We ended up "dating" for about 3 weeks. But then we realized why we never did this before. She was still an immature bitch, and she thought of me as an overbearing asshole. We couldn't stand each other. Dating became more of a FWB thing, which quickly soured into an EWB thing, and eventually an enemies-without-benefits thing.

My thoughts of her did change....she was still a bitch. We still couldn't stand each other. But my god what a great fuck.