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So it seems that some people enjoyed hearing about one of my romps with Stella so I figured I'd throw up the story of the first time we slept together. The original story is here.
So as I stated previously, my coworkers and I would often drink after work on Fridays and it was on one of these nights that this all got started. It was mid to late December of last year.I was 22 at the time and Stella was 23 but some of our coworkers we were with that night were between 18 and 20, many of them in college still. As can happen with people in their early twenties, angst had ridden high on this particular night and someone steered the conversation towards sex.
And as under-sexed twenty something and late teens are well to do we all start bitching about how long it had been since we'd gotten any. I'm realizing now that some of you may think this is headed towards an orgy story, but let me apologize and say that, unfortunately it is not.
Anyway, it's mentioned by a two ladies that they (separately) wouldn't mind having a 'gentleman caller' of their own. Stella was the more attractive of the two, so naturally she's the center of this story. Had she not been there then perhaps this story would have been about... Well, let's be real. Stella's a fake name that I probably would have used for the other girl, as well.
The night continued, we all drank more played a few fairly innocuous drinking games and then everyone went home. The next week I had been alone all day, had a day drunk that was wearing off, and was feeling particularly horny, so I decided to sack up (partially) and text Stella. The conversation is as follows.
So Stella.
So too_thick.
What are you doing right now?
Just lounging around watching Seinfeld. What about you?
Just hanging out with roommates. I'm trying to find the best way to say this. So... on Friday a thought was sown into drunken soil and it seems to have taken hilary amature allure root.
I was wondering if that happened to you too. And how's the thought doing now?
Flowering To continue the metaphor
I like the sound of that.
On that note what do you say to reaping what was sown?
I would love that
So with that out of the way, I'll ask: can I spend the night, tonight?
Depends on what you would expect, after tonight.
To be very honest, I'm not really looking for anything really emotional right now. If that's not what you're looking for then that's totally cool,but I don't think it's a good idea to move forward in any way if we're not on the same page.
That's beyond perfect and we're completely on the same page. Come over. As long as this isn't part of some bizarre bet or something, come over.
Definitely not. I don't operate that way. I'm on my way.
I throw a box of condoms in a sling bag and leave immediately. On the drive over my heart was throwing down more cycles per minute than my car and I was driving very fast. I get to her house and she lets me in. We make awkward small talk as we walk through her living room. We get half way across the center rug before I grab her by the waist turn turn her around and pull her into me. Sparks fly and the ground shakes and I'm falling backwards as she leaps onto me. The couch catches me and we wince together as she lands on the fence post still in my pants. We make out grabbing, reaching, stroking, feeling, licking as clothes come off, slower than you might imagine.
I pick her up by off the couch and carry her, still glued to me, to her bedroom. I'm in my jeans and she's in her bra and panties. I set her down on the edge of her bed and go to my knees licking every inch of her. She reaches back and takes off her bra. As it falls away I almost rip the zipper of my jeans. In amateur allure girls front of me rest the biggest, most spherical, and imperfection-less (I know it's not a word, perfect doesn't do them justice) breasts I've ever seen. I lean forward and I'm lost. Time stops, up is down, left is right, cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria. These tits are the things the Greeks went to war over.
I spend I don't know how long trying to rub her tits raw then I look up and see her big tits pov face cringing in pleasure. I stand up push her three feet back on her bed and pitch her panties across the room before I dive head first into the pussy that I will become so fond of in the coming months. I lick and nibble. Gently. So gently I'm sure that she can hardly feel it. I trace and tickle, and poke and prod until even I can't stand it anymore and I shove my face into her pussy like I'm bobbing for apples and with as wet as she was, the two acts are more comparable than you think.
I'm licking and flicking with my tongue as she tries to squirm. It's no use, though. I've got an arm wrapped around each thigh and as strong a woman as she is, I'm stronger. Her back starts to arch and her pelvis thrusts forward against my face as she starts to come. I pull away, get higher on the bed, adhere my lips to hers put two fingers in her pussy and massage her clit with my thumb. She screams like she's been shot, her whole body trying to shake beneath me but she's not going anywhere. For the next twelve hours she is mine and I am hers.
Her breath is ragged and her stomach flexes involuntarily as she squirms beneath me. Suddenly a look of serenity comes over her face. She looks me dead in the eye with an anger I've never seen before. Calling upon strength I didn't know she had she flips me over like nothing, bites my neck and drags her teeth down my chest towards my waistline. This was the first of the many things that quickly thereafter informed me of what a dirty freak she was.
Sorry, but once if got going it felt like a bit of a crime to leave details out. This seems like a good(if not somewhat brutal) break point. I'll write the rest up soon. Hope you enjoyed!
kathleen from amateur allure Edited: to make dialogue easier to read
too_thick
So as I stated previously, my coworkers and I would often drink after work on Fridays and it was on one of these nights that this all got started. It was mid to late December of last year.I was 22 at the time and Stella was 23 but some of our coworkers we were with that night were between 18 and 20, many of them in college still. As can happen with people in their early twenties, angst had ridden high on this particular night and someone steered the conversation towards sex.
And as under-sexed twenty something and late teens are well to do we all start bitching about how long it had been since we'd gotten any. I'm realizing now that some of you may think this is headed towards an orgy story, but let me apologize and say that, unfortunately it is not.
Anyway, it's mentioned by a two ladies that they (separately) wouldn't mind having a 'gentleman caller' of their own. Stella was the more attractive of the two, so naturally she's the center of this story. Had she not been there then perhaps this story would have been about... Well, let's be real. Stella's a fake name that I probably would have used for the other girl, as well.
The night continued, we all drank more played a few fairly innocuous drinking games and then everyone went home. The next week I had been alone all day, had a day drunk that was wearing off, and was feeling particularly horny, so I decided to sack up (partially) and text Stella. The conversation is as follows.
So Stella.
So too_thick.
What are you doing right now?
Just lounging around watching Seinfeld. What about you?
Just hanging out with roommates. I'm trying to find the best way to say this. So... on Friday a thought was sown into drunken soil and it seems to have taken hilary amature allure root.
I was wondering if that happened to you too. And how's the thought doing now?
Flowering To continue the metaphor
I like the sound of that.
On that note what do you say to reaping what was sown?
I would love that
So with that out of the way, I'll ask: can I spend the night, tonight?
Depends on what you would expect, after tonight.
To be very honest, I'm not really looking for anything really emotional right now. If that's not what you're looking for then that's totally cool,but I don't think it's a good idea to move forward in any way if we're not on the same page.
That's beyond perfect and we're completely on the same page. Come over. As long as this isn't part of some bizarre bet or something, come over.
Definitely not. I don't operate that way. I'm on my way.
I throw a box of condoms in a sling bag and leave immediately. On the drive over my heart was throwing down more cycles per minute than my car and I was driving very fast. I get to her house and she lets me in. We make awkward small talk as we walk through her living room. We get half way across the center rug before I grab her by the waist turn turn her around and pull her into me. Sparks fly and the ground shakes and I'm falling backwards as she leaps onto me. The couch catches me and we wince together as she lands on the fence post still in my pants. We make out grabbing, reaching, stroking, feeling, licking as clothes come off, slower than you might imagine.
I pick her up by off the couch and carry her, still glued to me, to her bedroom. I'm in my jeans and she's in her bra and panties. I set her down on the edge of her bed and go to my knees licking every inch of her. She reaches back and takes off her bra. As it falls away I almost rip the zipper of my jeans. In amateur allure girls front of me rest the biggest, most spherical, and imperfection-less (I know it's not a word, perfect doesn't do them justice) breasts I've ever seen. I lean forward and I'm lost. Time stops, up is down, left is right, cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria. These tits are the things the Greeks went to war over.
I spend I don't know how long trying to rub her tits raw then I look up and see her big tits pov face cringing in pleasure. I stand up push her three feet back on her bed and pitch her panties across the room before I dive head first into the pussy that I will become so fond of in the coming months. I lick and nibble. Gently. So gently I'm sure that she can hardly feel it. I trace and tickle, and poke and prod until even I can't stand it anymore and I shove my face into her pussy like I'm bobbing for apples and with as wet as she was, the two acts are more comparable than you think.
I'm licking and flicking with my tongue as she tries to squirm. It's no use, though. I've got an arm wrapped around each thigh and as strong a woman as she is, I'm stronger. Her back starts to arch and her pelvis thrusts forward against my face as she starts to come. I pull away, get higher on the bed, adhere my lips to hers put two fingers in her pussy and massage her clit with my thumb. She screams like she's been shot, her whole body trying to shake beneath me but she's not going anywhere. For the next twelve hours she is mine and I am hers.
Her breath is ragged and her stomach flexes involuntarily as she squirms beneath me. Suddenly a look of serenity comes over her face. She looks me dead in the eye with an anger I've never seen before. Calling upon strength I didn't know she had she flips me over like nothing, bites my neck and drags her teeth down my chest towards my waistline. This was the first of the many things that quickly thereafter informed me of what a dirty freak she was.
Sorry, but once if got going it felt like a bit of a crime to leave details out. This seems like a good(if not somewhat brutal) break point. I'll write the rest up soon. Hope you enjoyed!
kathleen from amateur allure Edited: to make dialogue easier to read
too_thick