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English isn’t my first language, please take that into consideration.

This was my first Valentine’s Day being single since I started dating. I’m not a fan of it all, but I didn’t wanna spend it alone on the couch, watching true crime shows, and drinking wine alone. So I let my roommate set me up on a date with a guy she knows.

It was a disaster. We went to a fancy restaurant, and the food was great, but that’s the only good I can tell about the date. Greg, the guy, didn’t pay any attention to me. He was talking about his friend group the whole time, telling stories about stupid things they’d done while drunk. Some of them were funny, I laughed a few times, but every time I tried to bring up a topic, he changed it back immediately.

I could tell he was just trying to get through the dinner, in hopes of scoring with me after taking me home. I was trying to get laid, but I hoped more from this date, so after we finished the dinner, I asked him to take me home. I still remember his disappointed face, when I didn’t invite him up.

When I got to my apartment, I wondered I would be alone, to fulfil my plans of watching true drime shows alone on the couch, but I got some unexpected business. Paul, my roommate’s BF was there, watching true crime shows alone on the couch.

“Hey Paul! You stayed in with Becca?” I asked, looking around for my roomie.

“Hey Viv! No, she went out to party with Joe. He’s back in town. You look stunning, by the way.” I did feel stunning. I wore a short black dress, that hugged my figure perfectly, and I did a great job with my smoky eyes makeup-wise. Ah, Joe. Becca’s ex, with whom she’s still friends with. I felt pity for Paul, though we were close with Becca, and she told me she didn’t hook up with Joe, I just didn’t believe there was nothing between them still.

“Mind if I join you on the ‘blueball-couch’?” I aksed, but I sat down next to him immediately. I knew he wouldn’t mind, he was eyeing me ever since I walked through the door the first time we met.

I sat down, to watch netflix with him, but we started chatting instead. He told me about his frustrations with Becca, which I doubled down on, I had my frustrations with her as well. I liked her a lot before, but having her as a roommate was a nightmare. I told him about my date, and he listened. When I told him I wanted to get lucky tonight, he almost choked on his drink, which was cute.

By the end of our conversation, I moved my legs on his lap, to face him better, and because this was nothing extraordinary for us. Sometimes he had both Becca’s and my legs on his lap, when we hung out on the couch. He started massaging my calves, which felt great. Telling about my shitty day, while he massaged me instantly brought back the boyfriend feeling.

I asked him if he enjoyed giving me massage, and he said yes. So I asked him to move his hands upwards a bit, since my legs need some attention as well. He was a bit hesitant, but only for a second. He started massaging my thighs, up until my dress. I looked him in the eyes, and I could tell he wanted more. In that moment, all my feeling rushed into my brain. How I didn’t want to end up alone on the couch tonight, all my frustrations with Becca, how she sat me up on a shitty date, how she leaves her stuff around in the apartment, caring for noone’s personal space, how much I adored Paul, and the pity I felt for him tonight, and of course, my horniness built up from a month of not getting laid. All these feelings culminated in me sitting up as if lounging on him, my lips connecting his.

We stopped for a moment, and leaned back a little, looking for approval in the other’s eyes, and after finding it in a second, we were all over eachother again. We shifted a little, me ending up on his lap, facing him. My hands on his chest, and my lips on his, kissing him passionately, while his hands explored my body.

He kissed my neck, and I was flooded with with warmth. My whole body aching for more. But I wasn’t ready for that. I felt extremely slutty, but I couldn’t cross that boundary with him. Yet. So I went for something else.

I stood up, to which he made a disappointed frown, which disappeared as soon as I got on my knees in front of him. He got his pants off in a second, as I put my hair in a ponytail. He looked excited, and I didn’t wanna disappoint. I got his cock in my hand, and started stroking it slowly. A large breath escaped his throat, as he melted into the couch. Only my touch having this effect on him, I was excited to see what my tongue would bring out of him.

I leaned closer, and licked him from base to head, only to make the head disappear in my mouth. I looked up in his eyes, and they were filled with lust, and impatience. I could tell he enjoyed his time. So I went to town on him. Swallowing his whole length, my tongue playing with his head when I raised my head. I tried to make it clean, not to ruin my dress, which predestined one thing.

When he announced that he’s close, I didn’t flinch. I continued what I started, determined to finish it clean. I only slowed down when the first stream hit the back of my throat. I let him empty his load in my mouth, then I sucked him slowly for a minute or so after swallowing. He slowly calmed down, and I hopped on the couch again. I smiled at him with a giggly smile, and his face was overtaken with satisfaction. After a moment of silence, we agreed that this was a one time thing, at will never happen again.

We both knew it wasn’t true.

NSFW: yes

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