Last night I met up with my ‘crush’ purely because of a random drunk text from him. He apologized for the lack of texting, I can get over it easily because its the end of the semester. We met up in our usual spot and I had butterflies. I fucking hate that feeling. When he pulled up I moved over and made room for him in the backseat. I was wrapped up in a blanket, all warm and comfy. I was smoking so I had the window rolled down and he joined me. We caught up and cuddled with each other. It was a nice moment considering the fact that I never have any moments like that with guys. Annddd then we got down to business. He knows I’m extremely self conscious. I usually am afraid of him touching me because I don’t feel attractive enough to be around him but last night he didn’t care. There was almost an urgency about the way his hands were caressing my breasts but his lips were intimate. The second he pulled his pants down I was in my element and confidence rushed through my veins. I took him in my mouth with pleasure, enjoying every moan and pull on my hair. I did decide to be a bit of a tease though because I was feeling comfortable and I wanted a little more attention than I usually allow him to give. I think he even knew what I was thinking before I did. He slowly put his hand down there, probably to see how I would react. I pushed against his hand to give him the okay. Within 5 minutes he had me unable to speak and my legs shaking. All I could think was “Damn, that’s what I’ve been trying to avoid because I was self conscious? I’m dumb.” I continued to focus on his dick with my tongue and he gently grabbed my hair and pulled me up to his face. He kissed me and said “Let me be inside you.” Now if any of you have read my previous posts I have always said that I hate car sex. But at that moment I did not give a single fuck. I tried being on top (which I have been afraid of since the beginning of my sexual conquests) and it obviously failed. I just got off and felt small and worthless. I just went back to sucking his dick because I felt (in my head) that that was the only way I could possibly please him. It wasn’t even because I was in the mood anymore, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. He could tell I felt off and he said that we would figure it out. We pushed the two front seats up and he bent me over them. He kept complimenting me, probably to make up for my embarrassment. The next thing I knew he was inside of me and it was simply amazing. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” That was the only thing he could say for the first 10 minutes in a guttural moan. Guys, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WET THAT MADE ME. Side note: girls are always going to be super proud if they have a tight pussy. Its a fact of life; you compliment me on my pussy, I will probably love you forever. Anyways, back to the story. Once, we found our rhythm it was like he was trying to fuck any self esteem issues I’ve ever had around him, out of me. It kind of worked. For some reason just letting my instinct take over was the best decision I made. Every time he thrusted himself inside me I felt sexier and more confident, resulting in some of the best sex of my life. Of course, the awkward birth control question came up while he was fucking my brains out.
Once we were done I slipped back under the blanket and we talked some more. He always just stays behind for a little while and talks. Its nice and I appreciate it. I told him I think he’s a genuinely good person because he is. He always has done everything to make me comfortable, we even always acknowledge each other on holidays/birthdays or even just because. I don’t think he wants anything more which I can live with. I’m lucky enough to have someone that I sleep with that respects my thoughts and feelings. Its a nice change and I’ll probably always cherish our “friendship”.