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Authors: Mona Darling, Lauren Fleming, Lynn Lacroix, Tizz Wall, Penny Barber, Hopper James, Elis Bradshaw, Delilah Night, Kate Anon, Nina Potts
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decide to take the “I’m too cool to say much” approach with her, when really my knees are knocking, my throat has closed up, my palms are sweating and my panties are only just beginning to get wet.
We find the place relatively empty and pick a seat up in the balcony. A table for four, she sits on the side with a cushiony bench, I sit across from her in a chair with my back to the café forcing me to have to keep direct eye contact.
I’m so nervous I can barely finish a sentence. I don’t let her know this. I play it cool and quiet. She’s charming, and I can see trouble written all over her face. We can smell our own kind. Her hands are small and delicate yet have a roughness about them. She’s dressed in unlaced combat boots and jeans with a hoody. I can tell she has large breasts but hides them well. I start wondering what I could do to her body, and even better what she can do to mine.
After a couple of beers, she asks if I want to head back to her place. Why not? It’s still daylight and I’m not accustomed to turning in early.
She hands me the second helmet to her scooter, and I just stand there staring. I give her a look, and she helps me put the helmet on. Getting close enough to me so I can smell her skin. My heart stops.
One terrifying scooter ride later and I’m standing in her living room getting the full tour of her apartment. She lives with a few roommates and I meet a couple of them. We get a few more beers and sit in her living room.
Her roommate sits with us chatting for a while, which I’m almost thankful for. I’m getting ever closer to facing my fear, and my body is all too aware.
He leaves.
She turns to me and forms a half smile, pulling the middle of her top lip into her mouth and wetting it with her tongue.
She puts her beer down on the coffee table, leaning in to kiss me. Her lips meet mine and I’m thankful I’m sitting down. Her lips are soft, with just the right amount of stickiness. She tastes like vanilla.
I hold my breath, unable to think of my next move. I feel like someone has grabbed onto my waist and pulled me hurtling backwards. I feel her hand on my face and know I haven’t moved.
She pushes herself on top of me, never once parting her lips from mine. Her left leg moves to the outside of my right thigh, pushing her thigh against the crotch of my pants. My leg, I realize is doing the same to her.
Her hands have found their way onto my breast, her lips just hovering slightly over my ear. Soft moans coming from deep inside her.
We move into her bedroom. I find myself standing in front of her in just my panties, and she in panties and a sports bra. We resume the position we had been in on the couch, with less clothing to get in our way. I start understanding the logistics of it and don’t feel as lost. Her bra falls off in the shuffle and I feel her warm large breasts against me. My panties get lost in the sheets, replaced quickly by her hand: soft and delicate yet firm and determined. I don’t know if I had ever been this wet before. I want to giggle to myself at how effortlessly her fingers slide inside me.
She pulls back suddenly and says she’d really like to fuck me with a strap-on. I prop myself up on one elbow and look at her sheepishly. I still have to play coy, don’t I?
I smile and say “What’s keeping you, then?” She returns the smile and pulls out a purple strap-on. Fumbling for what feels like seconds, it’s now attached to her in a black harness, condom on it, and she’s ready to go.
I push her down on the bed and straddle her, the strap-on hitting the back of my ass. Leaning in to taste what vanilla still lingers on her lips, I grab hold of the strap-on and effortlessly slide it inside of me.
Her hands find their way up to my breasts, then down to my waist. In a low tone she tells me to fuck her like it’s her dick. I start rocking my hips into her, picking up speed once I’m used to the hard feel inside of me.
Soon after, I witness
We find the place relatively empty and pick a seat up in the balcony. A table for four, she sits on the side with a cushiony bench, I sit across from her in a chair with my back to the café forcing me to have to keep direct eye contact.
I’m so nervous I can barely finish a sentence. I don’t let her know this. I play it cool and quiet. She’s charming, and I can see trouble written all over her face. We can smell our own kind. Her hands are small and delicate yet have a roughness about them. She’s dressed in unlaced combat boots and jeans with a hoody. I can tell she has large breasts but hides them well. I start wondering what I could do to her body, and even better what she can do to mine.
After a couple of beers, she asks if I want to head back to her place. Why not? It’s still daylight and I’m not accustomed to turning in early.
She hands me the second helmet to her scooter, and I just stand there staring. I give her a look, and she helps me put the helmet on. Getting close enough to me so I can smell her skin. My heart stops.
One terrifying scooter ride later and I’m standing in her living room getting the full tour of her apartment. She lives with a few roommates and I meet a couple of them. We get a few more beers and sit in her living room.
Her roommate sits with us chatting for a while, which I’m almost thankful for. I’m getting ever closer to facing my fear, and my body is all too aware.
He leaves.
She turns to me and forms a half smile, pulling the middle of her top lip into her mouth and wetting it with her tongue.
She puts her beer down on the coffee table, leaning in to kiss me. Her lips meet mine and I’m thankful I’m sitting down. Her lips are soft, with just the right amount of stickiness. She tastes like vanilla.
I hold my breath, unable to think of my next move. I feel like someone has grabbed onto my waist and pulled me hurtling backwards. I feel her hand on my face and know I haven’t moved.
She pushes herself on top of me, never once parting her lips from mine. Her left leg moves to the outside of my right thigh, pushing her thigh against the crotch of my pants. My leg, I realize is doing the same to her.
Her hands have found their way onto my breast, her lips just hovering slightly over my ear. Soft moans coming from deep inside her.
We move into her bedroom. I find myself standing in front of her in just my panties, and she in panties and a sports bra. We resume the position we had been in on the couch, with less clothing to get in our way. I start understanding the logistics of it and don’t feel as lost. Her bra falls off in the shuffle and I feel her warm large breasts against me. My panties get lost in the sheets, replaced quickly by her hand: soft and delicate yet firm and determined. I don’t know if I had ever been this wet before. I want to giggle to myself at how effortlessly her fingers slide inside me.
She pulls back suddenly and says she’d really like to fuck me with a strap-on. I prop myself up on one elbow and look at her sheepishly. I still have to play coy, don’t I?
I smile and say “What’s keeping you, then?” She returns the smile and pulls out a purple strap-on. Fumbling for what feels like seconds, it’s now attached to her in a black harness, condom on it, and she’s ready to go.
I push her down on the bed and straddle her, the strap-on hitting the back of my ass. Leaning in to taste what vanilla still lingers on her lips, I grab hold of the strap-on and effortlessly slide it inside of me.
Her hands find their way up to my breasts, then down to my waist. In a low tone she tells me to fuck her like it’s her dick. I start rocking my hips into her, picking up speed once I’m used to the hard feel inside of me.
Soon after, I witness
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