[M-18 F-18] Trust me. I didn’t think this would happen.

If you’ve ever read a story on Reddit, you’d think I had planned it. But I really didn’t.

Amy came to me after college, as I hoped she would. She asked if I could give her a ride home. Amy and I were close friends, working together on the college yearbook in this the final part of our senior year. We had never dated, never even kissed or flirted much.

She mentioned yesterday that she might need a ride home, because her mom was out of town and had her car. So I was ready. Yeah, I know I said we hadn’t really flirted – but I wanted to, even subtly. So before I parked my car that morning, I set up the CD player (it’s an old car, forgive me) with a romantic song that would play when we got in.

We stepped into the cold Michigan air, and walked toward my car. She walked closed to me, and gave me a little one-armed hug. “I really appreciate this,” she said.

I’m not going to lie, I appreciated it, too. But I still didn’t think anything would happen.

We started talking a bit. Again, my car is old and doesn’t have automatic locks, so I unlocked her door first, and opened it for her. She got in, and I walked around to the driver’s side and got in. She looked over and smiled. She had this long, wavy brown hair with blonde streaks, and here in the waning afternoon light her eyes looked bluer than ever. My heart skipped a beat. Or six.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as we drove to her house, so much so that we didn’t even notice the cheesy music I had picked. It’s probably for the better anyway. I’m no DJ.
The conversation didn’t really pause even when we were in her driveway. “Y’know,” she said. “We could go inside and keep talking.”

Ok. I know, this is where I should’ve had some sort of inkling. But I really didn’t. Even as I look back I’m just as clueless.

“Sure, that would be great. I don’t have much else going on tonight,” I said, regretting every stupid phrase that ever came out of my mouth.
We talked to the door. I had driven to her house many times before, but I had never been inside.
I had never noticed how nice the house was. It was a big, modern natural wood color contemporary home with cool angles and skylights and a dramatic wall of windows looking onto a smooth green lawn. The windows faced west, so we were looking at the sun setting over the trees.

If had known about such things at the time, I might’ve said it was romantic.

“You want something to drink?” she asked.

“Sure, whatever you’ve got is great,” I said. Did those words just come out of my mouth?

“Go ahead and sit on the couch, I’ll be there in a sec.”

It was more than a sec, and I was trying to think of some sort of smart way to say so, but I couldn’t when she came back. She was carrying two sodas and set them down on the coffee table. She sat close to me.

I could smell her hair, whever that fruity shampoo that a lot of teenage girls use. It smells so clean, even at the end of the day, and yet…

“This is a nice house,” I said. “Great view.” A way with words. A way outta here, I suspect.
Let’s just say that the conversation was scintillating. I don’t remember what we talked about. College, the end of college, moving on to school in the fall. She was gonna Michigan State, I was headed to New York. She was gonna be a lawyer, I was considering something in engineering or computers, who knows.

My breath caught when I looked back at her and her eyes were sparkling int he fading sun. She was stunning.. I mean, I knew she was gorgeous, I knew people talking about how hot she was and thought if we were dating. But. Wait. What I was I saying.

I started to say something, like out of some sort of corny movie, she put her finger to her lips, and then to mine. Her touch made me jump a little. I’m not sure we had ever touched before. But the way she was looking at me, even I could read the signs. Well, not all of the signs just yet. But she leaned in just a little, and cocked her head to the side. We kissed.

It was awkward, at first. We weren’t sure where to put our hands or our drinks.

“Amy, I…”. “Amy, you…”. “Amy…” Yeah, so that happened. Or didn’t happen. I don’t know the words.

She smiled again and moved even closer, our hips touching, our lips touching, and now my hands were on her back, on the back of her neck. Now on her lower back, her hips. Our tongues touched, tentative at first and then more confident. Where I could discover the words, it seemed, now I could discover the moves. that wondered went through my head and I almost broke the moment because I was gonna crack myself up.

“Come here,” she said, as she grabbed my hand, and stood up from the couch. She hugged and kissed me again. I felt her breasts push up against me. We had hugged before as friends and I never really noticed them. Now I did, and for the first time my mind wandered a bit. Would it be ok if I reached out to touch her? To run my hands down her sides, my fingers gently caressing her breasts?

She walked away, slowly, but beckoned me to follow. Yes, she was leading me to her bedroom. It was upstairs. Again, this house was stunning. A gorgeous, open wooden staircase. She stopped on the landing and turned toward me. She had been unbuttoning her shirt, so when she turned, it opened to reveal her breasts. He bra was already in her hand.

Yeah, I wondered to myself. I bet I’m gonna get to touch her breasts.

In one smooth motion, she stepped out of her leggings, and walked up the second flight of stairs toward her room. Her perfectly round bottom was there for me.

I bet I’m gonna touch that, too.

I wasn’t a total virgin here, but this really was the first time something like this had happened to me. I’m no prize, just 5’8” and kinda scrawny. Funny, with girls you all the time can call them slim or slender. But guys are scrawny. At least I am.
Where were we? Oh yeah. I’m standing there, on the landing, fully clothed, looking at a gorgeous girl, nay, a gorgeous woman undressing before me. Like I said, I didn’t expect the night to go like this.

Her room took my breath away, and that was before I saw her completely naked. It had a single peak, a tall, cathedral ceiling, with a big queen-sized bed right in the middle of the floor. There was cool mood lighting that threw amazing colors and patters on the walls and ceiling. The colors pulsated, sort of like parts of me were right now.

She came over to me we kissed again, my fingers touching her sides and then, yes, as I had hoped, grazing her breasts. Then, a bit more firmly. I felt her nipple harden under my touch. She pulled my sweater then my shirt off over my head, and her button-down dropped to the floor. Our chests pushed together, I could feel her warmth against me. She pushed me onto the bed, and climbed on top of me. I still had jeans on, and was trying to pull them off, but she stopped me, and again put a finger to my lips.

Oh no. This is gonna be like one of those bad memes, isn’t it? People are gonna jump out of the closet and laugh at my scrawny body and my arousal and… Nah, she wouldn’t do that.
Wouldn’t, indeed. Amy helped me off with my jeans. I wasn’t exactly shaking, but I… also wasn’t at my most coordinated, either. No big deal, right?

Her naked body was on top of mine. My hands were on that gorgeous behind. She was moving her hips back and forth slowly. We kissed, and then we rolled. I pulled us both to the side, and then rolled some more so I was on her instead. This made her laugh. A good laugh. A sexy laugh. Maybe the sexiest laugh I had ever heard.

She squirmed a bit on her back, pulling her legs up and looking longingly at me. Is that a thing? A longing look?

I wanted to kiss her all over. I didn’t just want to touch her breasts, I wanted to kiss them and suck them. And I did. She ran her fingers through my short brown hair as I did. She moaned a few times. And she said – again, this was a first for me – “I want you.”

In a different context I might’ve checked behind me to see who else was in the room. Again, the wondered almost took me out of the moment. But I stayed in character and moved down a bit, down past her belly button, to her thighs, the creases at the top of her legs, and then, to the center of it all. To her glistening pussy.

OK, those words took me out of the mood. Glistening? That’s not a word people use, isnt? I mean, it’s a thing pussies do, particularly in glowing, pulsating light, but…

“Enough kissing,” she said.

“But – I never thought this would happen. I’m not… prepared.” I said. Referring, you know, to a condom. I mean, what guy just brings condoms everywhere he goes?

“It’s ok. I’m on the pill,” she said.

There aren’t many sexier phrases she could’ve said at this moment.

There was no question if she was wet enough, and I was certainly hard enough. Eye to eye, mouth to mouth, I slid inside. It was warm, wet and soft. She pulled all of me in, her legs on my back, my tongue in her mouth. And when we started to move, somehow, even as our first time together, we were totally in sync. When I came up for air I saw a smile, nay, a smirk on her face, a self-satisfied look that she loves it when a plan comes together.

For the first time in my life, I finished inside a woman. Of course it was sooner than I wanted to. It all the time is, isn’t it? Thankfully I was able to keep going for a bit. I felt her hands gently rub on her clit, and she came to, her convulsions pushing me out of her, and her hips hungrily welcoming back in even as I softened and fell out again.

I collapsed on the bed next to Amy, and her head settled comfortably onto my shoulder, her thigh thrown across my legs. We fell asleep for maybe 10 minutes, maybe a half hour.

“So, do you think you’ll need a ride home again tomorrow?” I asked.

She threw a pillow at me. I deserved it. But I didn’t regret the joke.

She said yes.

NSFW: yes

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