Where it happened: My friend's father's bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I’m in all Advanced Placement classes. I play guitar in one of those pretentious art-rock bands that occasionally spring up in high school, I take three languages, I win writing contests.
In other words, I’m destined to always date the sensitive intellectual guy, the one with the lovely eyes, the musical expertise and air of poetry, and the midnight curfew that he always follows.
As a matter of fact, that’s what I was doing up until about three months ago. Or, rather, who I wasn’t doing. Too wrapped up in his own sensitivity to actually fuck me, he kept saying he wasn’t ready to take my virginity, that it was too big a deal. He was actually more traditionally feminine than I, since I most definitely wanted to have sex.
Eventually, I broke up with him, not because he wouldn’t do much, but because he would barely do anything at all, something I barely understood. I mean, I don’t think I’m bad looking. I’m 5’7″, C cup, 130 lbs., with long black hair. Nothing too horrible. AND I’d been on the pill for two months hoping my ex-boyfriend would finally be ready.
Two days after I broke up with him, I went to a party at my friend Alicia’s house. She’s one of those rich girls, but her brother has always been the black sheep of the family, and I’ll confess to always having had a bit of a crush on him. He’s all badasss tattoos and flashing eyes, and he actually likes my band, though he’s not usually in town.
In other words, he was perfect for my purposes. After waiting so damn long with my ex, I honestly just wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard. So at the party, I pulled Chris (Alicia’s brother) into a side bedroom and we started making out. After about 10 minutes, our hands started wandering, and before I knew it, he was fingering me roughly while biting my nipples, and we were both essentially naked. I could feel his enormous cock pressed up against my leg, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pulled him up to me and said, looking deep into his eyes, “I need to feel your cock deep inside me”. At this, it gave such a tremendous lurch that I almost thought he had already cum, but apparently not, as he threw me down on his father’s bed and prepared to enter me.
I was already wetter than I had ever been in my life, even when masturbating by myself, but he seemed worried about hurting me, letting the head of his engorged cock barely rest inside my pussy. I looked up at him, though, and realized he was teasing me, holding back the one thing he knew I really wanted. I smiled innocently, and, with one thrust of my hips, drew all of him inside me. I could feel his entire rod filling all of me, and he thrust one more, then again, and we were thrown into a frenzy of fucking, bucking back and forth as both of us strained for our orgasms. “Because (I) was so hot” was the reason Chris later gave me for the fact that he came early, but I had no problem with it. I loved to feel his hot cum rushing inside me, and was incredibly glad that I was on the pill.
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