| In this story I told a girl I was writing a book about sex, and asked her if she wanted to be it. She said yes so I took her home and fucked her, then she stayed around to help me write the story. She’s giving me a massage as I write that, it feels great.
I was playing a gig with my band and she was sitting up the front the whole time. “Wow. She must want to fuck me” I thought.
I went up to her and her friend. “You guys were up the front the whole time.”
“Yeah!”
“Why?”
“We liked your band!”
It was interesting to note that she seemed to be on edge when I approach her. She had a wary look in her eyes, it would be easy for me to mistake this as her being creeped out. In the past I would have misinterpreted this as a sign that she didn’t like me and wanted me to go away, but with time and experience I’ve seen that often girls are just a bit taken aback that a man is speaking to them. Since I was relaxed through this moment, it allowed her to be relaxed too.
I was eating a mint and dropped one, and then said “That was a live art installation. You can have it if you want.”
“I’d rather one from the box.”
“How about I throw it in your mouth?”
She opened her mouth.
“I’ll just drop this one from my mouth, then” I said, and she kept her mouth open as I leaned across. I dropped the mint from my mouth and she caught it.
She looked surprised at her own craziness and put her hand out to introduce herself. “I’m Alice…that was weird. I feel like I should know your name now I have your saliva in my mouth.”
She motioned for me to sit.
"That's a good skill you have" I told her.
"What is?"
"What?"
"You said I have a good skill or something?"
"Huh?" I kept playing dumb.
"I thought...that you said...'that's a good skill to have'" she asked, getting more confused.
"Errrmmm...no...I said...that duck is a good bill to have."
"Oh...sorry...I must have heard you wrong...weird" she muttered.
"Yeah...what are you going on about?" I was acting as if she was an idiot for bringing it up.
After a pause of her muttering to herself, I said "I'm kidding. I DID say that it was a good skill to have. Being able to catch stuff in your mouth." I said with a sly grin.
"Oh! Umm...yeah. Thanks!" she said nervously.
“So have you been playing in a band long?” she asked.
“Yep. You?”
We chatted about my band and her art. After 2 minutes her friend got up to leave, and said goodbye, leaving us alone.
She said goodbye to her friend and the guy her friend was leaving with. “Have a good time!” she told them.
“Are they leaving together?” I asked.
“Uhhh…that’s her brother. He’s down from Sydney. I meant have a good holiday, not have a good time inside your sister.”
She paused after saying this and screwed up her face.
I let the tension sit for a second, then leaned in and whispered in her ear in a girls voice “Oh my god that was such a weird thing to say this guy is going to think I’m sooooo weird now.” (Implying that that was what she was thinking.)
She nodded.
“Well...it’s going to take a lot more than that to weird me out” I told her.
“Is that a challenge?” she shot back.
“If you want it to be.”
She asked me what I did for work and I told her I was a dating coach, and about how I help people get over their fear of what other people think.
“I’m writing a book about it.”
“Oh.. like tales of sexual adventure? Personal or other peoples?”
“The first one. Personal sex stories. Want to be in it?”
“Hmmm….ok” she said casually.
“Ok. Let’s go to my place.”
“But I have work tomorrow.”
“Yeah so do I. You should just come over for a bit then. I live around the corner.”
“Ok” she said, so I stood up, took her hand and led her into the street.
[After sex while I was writing this story she said “If you hadn’t lived so close, I would have had to schedule in an appointment. I would have been like ‘OK this is great, I’d love to be in your book, how about the 22nd at 8pm? Does that work for you?” in a receptionist voice.]
We chatted as we walked and as I was holding her hand I slid it onto my boner.
“That’s awkward…” she said.
“Is it?” I said.
“No. I guess I’m a weird person” she said.
We got in a cab, walked upstairs past my housemates, and I told her to give me an awkward strip show. Anyway she said “I was a stripper for a month…I didn’t really like it. I had to talk to boring people. This heater is so warm for my hands.”
“Why don’t you come over here and warm them on my dick?” I said casually as I lay on the bed.
“Ok. I like it how you just jump straight into it.” She walked over, I undid my belt, and she started jerking me off.
“Now take off your clothes.” She stood up and I pulled her top off and pushed my face into her cleavage. I had my dick out and it was rock hard, rubbing against her soft stomach and dripping pre-cum all over her.
I took off her pants and I could see why she got a job as a stripper. Her ass was tight, and smooth. Firm and juicy at the same time. Such soft skin.
I laid her on the bed, started fingering her, and she was already soaking wet. She poured some lube on my dick and started rubbing it too.
“I’m gonna put my dick in you” I said and pulled out a condom.
I slid inside her straight away because she was so wet. She was probably in the top 3 wettest girls I’ve ever met. I flipped her over into doggystyle and started slowly sliding into her from behind.
“I’m gonna cum inside you. Do you like the feeling of a man ejaculating while in your pussy?”
“Mmmm hmmm” she said, “as long as you bite my neck while you do it.”
I pumped away, bit hard into her neck and blew my load. Afterwards I couldn’t believe how soaked the condom was with cum. We cleaned up and we talked about her sexual past. She didn’t have sex till she 19, and had never touched herself before that.
“Why did you come home with me?” I asked her.
“Adventure. But I suppose you’ve met plenty of girls who like that.”
“Yeah…but way more who haven’t. So you're still in the cool group.”
The following is fragmented snippets of our conversation, that I typed as she talked. As I'm writing this she’s standing naked in my room helping me remember the lines in detail:
“I started watching porn when I was 18. When I got a laptop. I really like the pornstar called Stoya. She’s pretty foxy. She’s intelligent but also sexy. So why did you choose me?”
“Coz you wanted it. You watched my bands whole set was like you saying ‘Oi, how about it’ and then I just came up and I was like ‘Alright. Let’s fuck.’”
“Does that mean you think I’m a slut?”
“Yeah. But I like sluts. Everyone’s a slut, some people just don’t admit it. The ones who do have more fun.”
“Could you tell I was nervous?” she asked.
“Of course. But that’s half the fun. Feeling that and doing it anyway.”
“I like acting on impulse.”
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“Keep massaging me, it felt good!” I said.
“What’s the magic word.” She asked.
“Please!”
“Oh how can I say no when you give me those puppy eyes too!”
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She said: “I would not have expected this from you. You just seemed, like… quiet and inconspicuous. You know those guys that just expect bitches to land on their dick, and they’ve got all the little charms or whatever…I didn’t expect you to be like that…which you weren’t, actually. I wouldn’t have expected this whole thing to happen when I woke up this morning! It’s exciting.”
“That’s a great pickup line…asking me to be part of the book. I feel like I’m part of something bigger.”
“Haha, I should start a sex cult!” I told her.
“I was gonna say a community but cult sounds cooler… I'm so excited to be part of this whole thing! Email me the story when you're done!"
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Keep it up bro! Ahaha
I read the part about your job being a dating coach and then looked at the username a lil closer and was like damn! Your state and frame control are impressive. Seems like she was an awkward and timid girl. Since you were relaxed she was. Good stuff bro!