| I was going to try to make this one a little briefer than last time. That didn't go so well. It was a battle every step of the way. I can't think of a shorter way to tell it. It gets a little explicit rather quickly. So, let's remove all children from the room.
This also took place about two months ago. I tend to procrastinate. Luckily my memory is pretty good. I may have to paraphrase in a few places though.
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I was with some friends at the Skatepark one Thursday night. A few lifeguards from the pool next door meandered over after their shift. One of the lifeguards had a kite and was running around with it. This was pretty funny. I think I’m going to call her Kite for the sake of this LR.
Finally it was too dark to skate. We were about to leave, when Kite comes strolling up to say ‘hi’ to the lady friend I’d brought with me. I guess they went to school together. My friends, Some other random kids, Kite and I all end up hanging out for a few hours just shooting the shit until I ran out of cigarettes. I was going to leave, but she offered to give me a pack of smokes she had in her car. I follow her over there and use it as a chance to get to know her a little bit more personally. She has plenty of random stuff in her car to make comments on. I get her number before we head back.
I taught her to skate a little bit as we return to the group. Then I see her kite and try paraskating. That didn’t work. Then the whole group all takes turns. When it gets back to me I try flying it from my dick. That didn’t feel too good. Then it crashed and I called it a piece of shit. She threw her shoe at me for making fun of her kite. So, I threw it over the fence into the pool where she works. Then the cops show up to break up the party.
Day 2:
I text her almost first thing the next morning to tell her to “check the lost & found for her shoe.” Then we end up shooting the shit all day while I’m at work. After work I call her to invite her to come climbing with a couple coworkers. She likes the idea and said she’d call me once she was ready for directions. Twenty minutes later I tell her how to get there. Thirty minutes after that she’s lost.
She messed up the directions somehow. She says she’s in the middle of nowhere on a highway. There’s nothing but trees and gravel roads around her. I say “It sounds like you’re heading to the town I went to school in.” I keep her on the phone another minute and lo and behold she meets the exit to that small ass hick town. I tell her to turn around and call me when she gets to my town. Since at this point she’d only get in about five minutes of climbing.
We meet up at the only gas station in my town. One gas station, One stop light, Two bars, Gotta love small town Iowa. When I pull up and get out of my car she gives me a leaping ‘save me’ bear hug. She just spent thirty minutes on the highway in the pitch black with very few landmarks along the way. I tell her she missed her chance to climb, but she should follow me and stay close. I lead her back to my folks’ place. I normally avoid this when the girl has her own place, but she still lives at home. So, I figured she’d understand. We get there and she’s greeted by the two friendliest dogs you’ll ever meet. They’re both rescues so they absolutely adore everyone we introduce them to, but strangers not so much.
I take her downstairs to meet my brother and his girlfriend. They’re playing Left4Dead and invite us to join. I say, “Let’s do it.” She says, ”okay.” Unfortunately there aren’t any extra controllers downstairs. DAMN! That means we have to go upstairs to my room with my guitar, my school books, and most of my artwork. I’d hate to be alone with her up there.
We get up there and I play her a song or two: “Wagon Wheel,” by OCMS and “Caress Me Down,” by Sublime. Both are fun to sing and allow me to showcase my voice a bit. Her attention was rapt. Then she sees my lit book. We end up flipping through and taking turns reading random stories and poems in funny voices and over exaggeration.
I set the book down and take her by the hands. I pull her in for the kiss. I’m a cheese ball. So, I say, “I feel like I should make a joke about CPR right now.” (since she’s a lifeguard.) She puts her hand over my mouth, Says she won’t kiss me because of that joke, but still leans in and kisses the back of her own hand. I laugh at my own joke and her comment. I grab the lit book and jump right back in to the story we were on.
“Oh, Yeah we were going to go play xbox.” I grab the controllers and we head downstairs. My brother and girlfriend were already going to sleep. Damn. “Well let’s go check out this park within walking distance from here.” We hike maybe twenty minutes to the water’s edge.
I suggest we stick our toes in. She takes off her shoes. I strip down to my boxers and dive in. I wonder why she’s swimming in clothes. She strips down to bra and panties and slowly starts wading in. The water was a little cold. I could tell she was about to back out and go to shore. So I offer to warm her up. I walk up dripping wet with cold water and wrap my arms around her. She wraps her arms around my waist. Then she warns me not to throw her in.
Me:“I’m not going to ‘THROW’ you in.”
I gently lean back into the water. She starts flailing before we’re even submerged. By the time we resurface I grab her up so her legs are wrapped around me. She calls me an asshole, but is still clinging to me for warmth. I go in for the kiss again.
“I don’t kiss smokers.”
(I had smoked a cig on the hike down. She said she hated the taste, but loved the smell. It reminded her of her grandpa. I figured she’d like it, but miscalculated I suppose.) She covers my mouth and once again kisses the back of her own hand. Well fuck shot down twice. I figure it may be a lost cause. I smile at her a second then drop under water and back stroke away from her. She holds on and now we’re just free floating. Despite the cold water, I’m sure she can feel that I’m hard.
I joke about how proud she should be getting to witness my first skinny dip. She says how it doesn’t count because we still have underwear on. (In hindsight I should’ve used that as a chance to undress.) I say it counts because I say it counts. She apologizes for the sports bra she’s wearing. She planned on climbing and otherwise would’ve put something a little sexier on.
I say “it’ll do,” then suggest we head up. I take off my wet boxers and put them on her head. I rock my shorts commando and tie my shirt around my belt. On our way back she notices the tattoo on my back. All my tattoos have stories. So, I tell her about the day I designed it and the day I decided to actually get it done. They are stories of inspiration, creativity, and comradery. She enjoyed them.
I pull her off to the side to show her this secret sledding trail which has been passed down through generations. It was dark and kind of creepy. So, she was reluctant to follow. I say it looks grown over actually. Sledding’s more of a winter sport. We’re in a clearing of trees. I pull her in close. We do a spin. The stars are out. I lean in for the kiss.
BOOM. Hand. “I don’t kiss guys with tattoos.”
I lick her hand. Then grab her other arm and pull her along. We wander to the lodge. It has a scenic back deck over a hill. It’s often used for wedding receptions and my grandparents just had their fifty year anniversary there a few years back. I looked through these neat little binoculars they have there and found a boat. I tell her to look. Then I grab her by the hand and start humming a classy tune. I spin her in close and do my best to mock a waltz. It was shoddy at best. As my song reaches its climax I stop and lock eyes with her. We lock eyes. She holds it as I spin us slowly. I lean in.
Hand again, “I don’t kiss smokers,” I lick hand then lean away.
Hand goes down, “I just smoked my last cigarette ever,” I lean in.
Hand again. “bullshit and I don’t kiss guys with tattoos.”
I pull away and do a spin trying to reach my shoulder, “Give me a rock. I’ll scrape this damn thing off.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m too easy.”
Aaha! The real reason comes out. I didn’t have a comeback. I spin her away from me, but hold her hand. I drag her back to my house. We talk about zombie plans all the way back. She tells me I’m fucked because I smoke.
“HA! I could still outrun you. I don’t have to run faster than the zombies. I just have to run faster than you.”
We get to my room. I find sweatpants for both of us. I strip down and she turns away for some reason. I warn her she’s not getting the same courtesy. She turns around and faces her ass to me while she changes. I tell her she has a great ass. So, I don’t mind. I offer her a tank top. Apparently I’ll like hers better. She pulls it on and turns around. It’s exactly the same as mine. It just has a slit cut for cleavage. I agree I like hers better.
She offers to give me a massage. My back is sore as fuck. At work they tell me to lift with my legs, but that just takes so much more time. She doesn’t give a bad massage. I’d prefer more pressure, but she doesn’t have much weight to throw around. So, I can’t complain.
I roll over and tell her I’m going to return the favor. I rub her back for a bit. Then I move down to her ass and thighs. Then I grab her by the hip and roll her onto her back. I start massaging her shoulders, her neck, her arms, her sides, and her hips. Then when I go for the cleavage she giggles and looks at me.
Kite:“Trying to cop a feel, aye?”
Me:“Haha ! yes. You caught me. Do you not like it?”
Kite: “No, it feels good.”
Me “Just stop me if I make you feel uncomfortable.”
Kite: “Okay, we aren’t having sex.”
Me “I believe you.”
Kite: “You’re probably thinking massages always lead to sex.”
Me “Your words not mine.”
Kite: “I don’t want you to think I’m a slut.”
Me “I don’t use that word.”
She smiles and closes her eyes. She goes back to just enjoying the massage. It carries on for a while. I’m just enjoying the feeling of her skin. As I move from her neck to her shoulders. I lean in to kiss her neck. She lets me plant two kisses, but stops me before three.
“Hey!”
I roll off and lay next to her. My face inches from hers. “Well if you aren’t going to let me do that, you have to give me a real kiss.” We kiss passionately for a minute. Then she says we should go to sleep. I turn out the lights and try to kiss her again. Hand.
She backs her ass up against my dick and snuggles in for sleep. Well it’s four in the morning. So, I have no trouble falling asleep. I’m out in seconds.
Two hours later I wake up for whatever reason. My dick is hard as a rock. Well fuck.
I start running my hands all over her. I keep it PG-13 because I’m not going to rape her in her sleep. (No pussy or nipple action. Everything else is free game in my opinion.) I keep a lot of focus on inner thigh and outer tit, but I enjoy every inch of a female’s skin. So, my hands are running wild. Every minute or so I pull her ass against my dick. She presses against me, but I don’t think she’s waking up. I scoot back a little and roll her onto her back. So, my dick’s against her hip and I can see her face and entire body. I start kissing her neck, her shoulders, and the soft flesh above her tits. My hands all the while are running up and down her legs. I can tell she’s getting turned on. She starts to squirm a bit. I nibble on her ear. She slightly wakes up.
Kite: “How long have you been doing this?”
Me: “I don’t know. I can’t see the clock from here. Don’t worry. I’m keeping it PG. I’m not trying to rape you. I just can’t help myself with a cute girl in my bed.”
She giggles. I kiss her. She kisses back. I climb on top of her and continue what I’m doing. I kiss along her waistline. I see her hand coming down to stop me. Before she can I work my way up her stomach. I lift her shirt up. I kiss the soft underside of her tits. Then I sit up and try to pull her shirt off. As soon as I get past the nipples, she grabs it and covers them up. I’m confused to say the least.
Me: “Remember you can stop me at any point if you don’t like it.”
I continue trying to turn her on so much that she’ll forget she doesn’t want to sleep with me. I continue kissing and massaging all over her stomach, shoulder, arms, and neck. I always avoid the nipples before my dick is in. It relieves too much sexual tension.
I start kissing her. I grab her by the hips and pull her up so she’s straddling me. She’s way into it. Still kissing I put her against my wall. I’m holding her up with nothing but my hips. I’m between her legs. Our kissing is getting hot and heavy. I kiss down her neck and go for the shirt again. Like magic it slips right off. Now I can make wonderful eye contact with her nipples.
I stare for a second then I start to massage them and kiss circles all the way around. She likes it. I kiss all the way down her stomach to the waistline. I kiss the soft skin where the pelvic bone nearly meets the surface of the skin. I try to pull her pants down a little bit and there comes that hand to stop me again. I snake off and make another pass at her tits. Then I go down to the other side to find the same problem. I kiss back up to her neck then lay her back down. This happens a few more times. All hope seems lost.
Then as I’m kissing her waist from side to side I reach my hand down to her ankle. I start massaging my way up her calves to her thigh. No resistance. I go for that soft patch of skin between labia and inner thigh. Then here comes that damn hand again. I ‘ought to smack that thing. I resist. That could be counterproductive. So I do the same thing up the other leg. This time I brush her pussy and it’s just sopping wet. Then hand. Divert path. Then I massage up the outside of both legs inside of the pants. Then I do another pass from outside.
As I’m kissing my way across her waist I try to slide her pants down again. This time like a greased up pig slipping through some clowns grip, they come right off. Two articles of clothing down, now all that’s left is the final line of defense. My own boxers were all that stood in between me and the glorious taste of victory. Or some other V word. I forget.
Since she’s only in boxers, I strip off my pants to match. I kiss my way back up to her face. We make out for a few seconds. Then I kiss my way down the outside of her legs. I get to the tops of her feet. I guess she’s ticklish. She pulls away. I grab her ankle, tell her to calm down, and start kissing up the inside of her leg. I get to her inner thigh. Just as I start to pull the boxers aside that fucking hand starts coming my way.
I’m beginning to contemplate cutting that thing off. I resist. I’m not sure what she plans to do with it, but it’s been blocking me every step of the way. I figure if she doesn’t actually get a chance to push me away then she isn’t actually trying to stop me.
I kiss back up to her neck. As I’m kissing her neck and nibbling her ear I start to massage her inner thigh. I slide my hand up the outside of the boxers. I go for pubic region and here comes the hand. I go back to the side. I slide my other hand up her other leg. I grab her by the hips and pull her up so she’s straddling me. We make out. I grab her ass. I massage it a bit. Then reach underneath to feel her pussy. I slide my finger along the length of it no problem. She is so wet at this point. I slide a finger in between the lips and she goes to stop me.
I flop her on her back and lay next to her. I kiss her hard and try rubbing her pussy through the boxers. No complaints. I keep it gentle. I try to pull the boxers aside. As soon as I touch her the hand starts towards me again. I pull my hand off her pussy. I grab her hand and put it on my hard dick. She grabs hold. She starts rubbing. I kiss her. I lean back and pull my boxers off. She lets go. I put her hand back on and she continues rubbing. I go for her boxers and they slip off. I swear it happened in slow motion.
I don’t even bother with the finger at this point I’m so excited. I grab her by the legs and bury my face in her pussy. It had this perfect shape. It tasted great and it was literally dripping wet. Her inner thighs were getting my cheeks wet. It was almost like biting into a juicy peach. She loved it. She grabbed me by the hair. After a minute she started trying to reach for my dick which is underneath me at the moment. I don’t stop but I maneuver into an open 69.
Instantly she knows just what to do with my dick. She plays with it for a second, but quickly puts it in her mouth. She starts bobbing on it to match my speed. I tell her to get on her knees so we can 69. She sits up and looks at me.
Kite: “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done this before.”
Me: “Any of this?”
Kite: “No, I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never done THIS.”
I assume she meant 69. My first thought was virgin which would explain the resistance. I didn’t ask any more questions. I’d find out later she’d never even been eaten out before.
I grab her and show her what to do. When she was on top of me she started going to town on my dick. I couldn’t keep up. I’d been rocking the same hard-on for almost two hours and I was about ready to blow. I stand her up so her weights on my face. She enjoys that for a second then wants my cock back in her mouth. I’m not one to argue in that situation. I let her back at it until I’m about ready to blow it again.
I slip out from underneath her. I lay her on her back, legs spread wide. My condoms are in my dresser, within reach, but I don’t want to give her a second to second guess what’s about to happen. I start kissing her. I get really close. I rub my dick along her thigh. When I’m inches away from her pussy, she gives me a look close to a deer in the head lights, but more like if the deer wanted to be hit by the car.
“I’m going to grab a condom.”
No objection. I roll it on, jump on her, and kiss her as I slowly slide it in. I keep it slow the whole time. Her hands wander all over my body as she’s moaning in my ear. The sex didn’t last too long since I was already about to lose it before we began. I had time for one full rotation of the sit and spin, but within fifteen minutes it was over.
I was ready to pass out. I rolled off and flopped next to her. We laid there a second sweaty and panting. I started to doze off when she asks me.
Kite: “What are you thinking about.”
Half asleep Me: “I starting dreaming about Ed, Edd, and Eddy.”
I went into some detail on my dream. It was quite odd. There may have been some symbolism I’m just now reading into. At the moment it just made me laugh. She was looking at me like she expected something more. So I throw in a.
Me: “I’m wondering if I’ll ever see you again.”
I didn’t want her thinking this was some one night stand. I’m looking for fuck buddies where ever possible. She definitely had some potential if I could just break down a few more of those barriers. We hung out rolling around my bed, making out and talking about random stuff. I find out her last boyfriend was pretty boring in bed. He was a nothing but missionary kind of guy. We joke around until she had to go to work. Then I went back to sleep.
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Next three times we hung out she went back to not kissing me again. Then I froze her out for about ten days. I’ll post the results of that later.
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