Why? Simple. About two days ago, one of my close friends had asked - in a drunken manner, to be sure - whether I would be willing to have sex with her. Almost like a ‘favor’ of sorts - though at first I didn’t believe it. But, when I asked her again, she was quite serious. Well, she didn’t think it was such a big deal, but I did.
Of course, I decided to take her up on her offer. While I was concerned with our friendship, maybe it was my hormones or just the natural desire for sexual relations that so often arises in man.
At any rate, methinks I should just the philosophizing short and get to the point. After class, I went to her house. She lived by herself, as did I, so there was no issue there. When I went in, she was just sitting on the couch, typing something on her laptop. She was wearing sweatpants, a Montreal Canadiens t-shirt and that’s it. Nothing fancy, but I thought she looked really pretty then.
When she saw me, she got up and came over. I wasn’t sure what to say, but she just said hi, and began a normal conversation. As we fell into our usual routine (bad jokes and me being sarcastic a lot and her not getting it lol), we went to the kitchen, where she rummaged about for a bit before coming up with some beer, though I don’t remember the brand. Now, I’m not a big fan of alcohol, but she certainly was, and I decided, what the heck.
What happened next is a bit blurry, to be honest, though from my last recollections - after a few drinks, though not enough for us to be totally drunk - she leaned over and whispered to me.
“I want you right now.”
Of course, me being the insecure and paranoid virgin that I was - plus being somewhat slow on the uptake - I didn’t respond at first. But when she put a hand on my leg and slowly reached down to touch my cock, I knew right away that ‘Holy cow, this is actually happening’.
She bent closer still - so close that I could smell the alcohol on her breath. Usually I don’t like that . . . Scent, but this time, I have to admit, it was quite exciting.
She kissed me, then, full on the lips. It was the first time I had ever experienced something like that. It wasn’t wet or sloppy, but it was long and passionate, and for the first time, I realized how much I wanted to have sex with her.
When she pulled away, her eyes were twinkling. I won’t bore you with the stuff she said, but - long story short - she pulled me to the couch. We were both so horny by that point that neither of us could make it to her bedroom.
She flung herself onto the couch and started pulling off her sweat pants. Not knowing what else to do, I followed suit, hurriedly removing my pants and shirt. By this time, she was only clad in a bra and I could only goggle at the first naked woman I had seen (porn notwithstanding, of course).
She beckoned me onto the couch and as I came closer she grabbed me and pulled me tight, kissing me again, this time harder and more fiercely. Her hands were wandering over my body, and I felt my penis grow hard - far harder than it ever had before. Naturally, I took this chance to explore the female anatomy by fondling her breasts and feeling up and down her, taking in her rear, back and the like. Eventually, she looked at my cock - by then fully aroused - and her eyes widened. I knew she had had sex before, but she told me then and there that my cock was the biggest. I’ll be honest, I’m not super-large - I think about 7 inches or so - but hearing her say that was pretty damn awesome.
She started to stroke it, hard, as I sat next to her. I was struck by the situation - two completely naked teens sitting on a couch, doing what nature intended them to do. I also noticed that the windows were open, but I decided not to spoil the moment (I still don’t know if anyone actually saw us, so I guess that’s a mystery that will never be solved).
While she was still stroking me, she leaned over and started kissing me again. After a few moments of this, she broke away - much to my disappointment - and looked at me again.
“Fuck me, you idiot.” I blinked, startled, but she just laughed. Leaning back - resting her head on the arm-rest - she spread her legs and said it again. Of course, who was I to refuse her?
It was a bit slow and awkward at first. She put her hand on my cock - by now pretty wet with precum - and slowly guided it to her pussy. No condoms, as I recall - though only for that first time. As I entered her, it was the strangest experience - the physical sensation itself, yes, but also the overwhelming fact that I was penetrating a woman, becoming ‘one’ with her, in a sense. Yes, I’m a Catholic (not a very good one) so maybe that played a role in that one, fleeting moment as I first went inside.
I went slowly, first, gently easing myself forward and back. Thankfully, she was patient, and eventually I started to quicken my pace, faster and shorter thrusts. She was letting out soft moans, quietly at first, but louder as I got more confident and we managed to find each other’s rhythms. She wrapped her legs around my ass, bringing me in close, so that my thrusts were very deep. I reached up to fondle her breasts, and she surprised me by coming up herself and throwing her arms around me. We kissed, and that moment is one I will never, ever forget.
Of course, that unforgettable moment was superseded by ANOTHER unforgettable moment as I felt my cock begin to shudder and I knew I was about to cum. I attempted to pull out, but she gave me a quizzical glance, her face flushed with excitement and exhilaration. When I told her, she merely smiled, and tightened her legs around me so I could not escape.
By that point, I could hold it no longer, and I felt my cock jerk as it exploded inside of her. I could only imagine my cum shooting deep into her tight pussy, and that image was oh so delectable.
Sadly, though, I had shown very little self-control. I had cummed about . . . Oh, maybe five minutes from first penetrating her? I was quite disappointed, but she laughed and said that it was pretty normal, so I didn’t need to feel so bad. Reluctantly - VERY reluctantly - I pulled out of her, and I cast a quick glance at my penis. It was glistening wet from her pussy, maybe with a bit of my cum as well. She looked down and saw that it was already going limp.
A wicked glint came into her eyes, and she leaned forward till her face was just centimeters from my cock (yes, I’m Canadian, so I’m using centimeters).
“Mmm, this looks delicious,” she murmured, and began to gently stroke it, slowly swirling a finger around the exposed head. “You know, I haven’t cummed yet,” she continued, beginning to move her hand up and down seductively.
“It’s only fair for you to go for another round, isn’t it?”
I think I was a bit shell-shocked from the first time, to be honest, so I didn’t really respond. But we’re friends - she knows that my often dumb-founded silences usually mean a yes.
This time, the blowjob was slow and passionate. I never knew how good a blowjob could be - I had fantasized about it a lot, but this one will always be considered one of the best. Just watching her going up and down my cock - the appendage gleaming with spit, pussy juices and cum - was arousing in the extreme. Obviously, it didn’t take long for me to be hard again - so hard that my penis was actually hurting. Once I was all set, she gave one last long suck and pulled away, her lips wet with the same liquids that were sliding down my cock.
“Ready for round two?” she asked playfully. Throat dry, I managed to squeak out “Hell yes!” (though it sounded quite lame). What a change sex had wrought it me - from the arrogant, sarcastic and biting wit I ordinarily possessed now reduced to a child, almost, struck by awe!
“This time, though, I want you to fuck me doggy style!” she said, turning herself around to present her incredibly sexy ass to me, her pussy still wet and dripping. We were still on the couch, of course - man, it is an awesome couch, though - and so she was resting her arms on the armrest and I was awkwardly positioning myself behind.
I leaned forward and grabbed her waist, drawing myself closer and closer to her. This time, I was more familiar, and I pushed myself in all the way. She let out a little gasp - quiet, unexpected - and I saw her fingers clench the couch a bit tighter. Maybe I was feeling a bit more confident, but I decided to press my advantage, and began thrusting harder and deeper, her ass slapping against my groin.
“Oh God,” she murmured. “This feels so good!” Perhaps it was that which boosted my confidence - or maybe it’s actually the second time that’s the charm. Her pussy was incredibly wet and tight - maybe it was because of some lingering remnants of my cum still inside, but it felt amazing.
We were fucking like animals in heat that time, for sure. Finding each other’s rhythms, we were going fast and hard.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” she cried out, voice loud. I slowed, and she turned to me with a wild look.
“Why are you stopping? Keep fucking me!” she demanded, and I was eager to continue. As I kept pounding her, her moans grew louder and more frequent, and suddenly she came - quite suddenly in fact. Indeed, so suddenly that I didn’t actually stop until she was panting with pleasure and exertion, and I felt my cock grow wet from her.
She fell flat on the couch, and I, too, exited myself and sprawled next to her. There was only silence, save for our heavy breathing. She turned and brought her naked body close to me, and I instinctively put and arm around her. We simply sat next to each other, feeling our heartbeats slow and still dazed from the encounter. At length, she looked up to me with a crooked smile on her flushed face.
“So, did you like it?”
I think the answer to that is fairly obvious.