True Sex Stories: Getting To Know Zac

I was out working until late last night.  I was in Zac's neighborhood so I said hi.  Long story short, I ended up arriving at his place around midnight.

I hadn't intended to sleep with him when I had left my house that afternoon.  My bra was faded and not-so-cute, and my outfit was just ok.  And I've never fooled around with someone so soon- at most, in my past, I've made out on a second date.  But there I was.

He answered the door wearing pajama-ish dude pants, but somehow he still looked totally cute.  We went up to his room and he showed me around.  I gave him painting advice.

He lay down on the bed and I lay on my stomach next to him.  We talked, and flirted.  I love flirting.  I was so aware of the places where we made contact- the line of our sides, his hand occasionally in my hair…  He was very attentive to what I was saying.  It was almost a little over the top- I kind of felt like he was making an effort to show interest in me.  Maybe I'm too cynical.  His compliments, though plentiful, did seem canned- he loved my smile, my eyes, my boobs, my butt.  But honestly, canned or not, I was enjoying the attention and the company.  Eventually he kissed me and one thing led to another.

We had flirted quite a bit online and had talked about sex a bit.  I think he was emboldened with knowledge.  He was confident- perhaps even cocky- but I liked his hands on me, and his lips were skilled.  My cheeks warmed with his compliments.  I wanted more.

I straddled him and stripped off my shirt and bra.  The pants came off, then the underwear.  Kisses flew everywhere.  Hands and the overhead light exposed everything.  His hand cupped my pussy and I realized suddenly how wet I was.  His touch was broad and soft and he slipped my wetness across my clit in steadily paced circles.

I kissed him, his face between my hands.  I smiled from the newness, dizzy with flirtation and youth and excitement.  We were quick and buoyant.  His finger slipped into me and I gasped gleefully.   He rubbed my clit again, then a finger again.  I bit his lip, undulating under his body and smiling, eyes bright.  He kissed his way down my body and dove into my pussy.  He licked and slurped at me with enthusiasm.  My legs closed around his head and I felt his fingers creep down.  He slipped them into my pussy and then right into my ass.  I gasped with shock and pleasure and looked down at his smirking eyes peeking over my mound.  His lips were still suctioned onto me and his tongue flicked my clit.  He pushed his slick finger deeper into my ass and resumed pace.

His audacity shocked me and I giggled as I bucked under him.  I panted and moaned through a broad smile, pulling his head to me with as much restraint as I could imagine.  I groaned and humped against him, turned on by his boldness and feeling confident and indulged.  I grabbed his face and pulled him to me to kiss him.  He started to withdraw his fingers from me but I pushed them back in and kissed him again.

He kept finger-fucking my ass and he moved his body over me, kissing my nipples and shoulders and neck and face.  My fingers found my clit and circled fervently until my legs began to shake.  Zac reached up and grabbed my hair hard, forcing me to arch my back instead of curling like I tend to do when I'm about to come.  He held me tight, despite my struggle, and fucked my ass and watched me spasm and come, eyes shut tight and mouth laughing and hands stroking his arms.

He settled down next to me as I regained my senses.  Soon I was rubbing his hard cock through his pants.  He had mentioned before that girls liked his cock, which I thought was downright stupid.  Lo and behold, his cock was really great.  And I don't usually have opinions about cocks.  It could have been the adrenaline, but I wanted to suck his cock.  Desperately.  So I did.

It was awesome.  He was enthusiastic and appreciative and his come tasted remarkably good, compared to some.  He kissed me afterward (closed mouth, but points nonetheless) and then we went to clean up together.  We came back and he mentioned he had had trouble sleeping lately, so I offered him a backrub.  He gratefully accepted and I sat on his back in the dark, rubbing his muscle and skin and scalp.  After a while I settled in next to him and we chatted a little.  We did a little recap of our activity and soon he was hard again.  I stroked him gently at first.  Soon I was sucking on him again.  He was hard and excited and rooted me on with commentary ("you look so fucking hot.  let me pull your hair back so I can see your beautiful face.") and enthusiasm ("fuuuuuuuuuuck!") as I went.  He took over for a minute or two while I sucked his balls and did a little oral exploration, then I took over for the Second Coming.  It was awesome.

He was happy, and grateful, and chuckling in disbelief.  I kept licking him slowly, base to tip and swirling around the head.  He was so sweet and appreciative.  He pulled me up to him and kissed me.  He wrapped his arms around me and called me an angel.  I smiled into the dark of his room and snuggled back against him.  This was fun.  I think I want this to become a thing.

He pulled the covers up over my shoulders.  Within 2 minutes he was snoring. 

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