I’ve been reading a lot of confessions on here recently, and have been kind of itching to share one of my own. I chose to write about Mel. She has a special place in my heart, I don’t think I’ll ever forget her.

I met her at a cottage, with other people. She was dating my friend J, at the time. They hadn’t been together very long, and it was the first time we all met her. From the moment I saw her, I felt a sense of jealousy I don’t usually feel. There was just something about her I couldn’t get over. She was pretty, but nothing mind blowing. She just had this realness to her. Despite that, she seemed, to me, like someone who kept a lot inside.

Her and I got along pretty quickly. We had similar opinions on topics of debate, she thought I was really funny, and our energies just naturally matched. I could tell, as the night went on, that I wasn’t the only one fantasizing. At times, I’d catch her staring at me, our eyes would meet and stay there for a second. It was innocent, but full of meaning. We both knew we were thinking of each other. I found any excuse to touch her throughout the night, a hand on her arm, her legs. She never seemed bothered. While playing beerpong, her and I won together. In celebration, we hugged and jumped up, my hand slipped onto her ass. We ended the physical contact by looking at each other in the eyes. I could tell she was soaked, probably because she knew I was always hard around her.

Eventually, with most of the people sleeping, we found ourselves alone. We sat on the couch and talked. With alcohol in my system, I found the courage to confront her, asking why she kept looking at me. She tried to deny it at first, but when I finally admitted to wanting her, she cracked. We decided to go take a walk. By now, the sun was up, it was the early hours of the morning. Alone in the woods, we talked some more. We initially tried to agree to keep civil, not to do anything. But the truth is, we both knew why we left the cottage. I told her I couldn’t resist, pushed her against a tree, and kissed her. She instantly agreed, she pushed her body against mine, clearly desperate for so much more than a taste of my lips.

I started kissing her neck, listening to her moan slightly, her hands grabbing my hair. We both frantically take out shirts off, before I started kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples. Her breath got shakier and shakier the more intense it got. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, my cock rock hard, desperate to feel her pussy. I put my hand in her panties, putting my fingers in her pussy, feeling how unbearably wet she was for me. She grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand out and got on her knees. She pulled my pants down, and my cock bounced out.

Without hesitating, she shoved as much of it as she could down her throat. I couldn’t help but moan, I still think about how good her mouth felt. Her lips wrapped around my cock, her warm tongue on my balls. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head, making sure she got every inch. She gagged and slobbered all over it, moaning through it all, until I gave her a big warm load to swallow. It was obvious how turned on she was, how much she enjoyed swallowing it all.We walked back, both slept separately and acted as if nothing had happened. The next day, we all went back home. Next time I saw my friend, I was disappointed to hear they had broken up. I never saw her again. I thought about texting her, but honestly, I was happy with the memory. I sometimes feel a bit guilty when I see J, I guess he never found out. I’ve kept this to myself for a bit over a year now, so, I suppose it feels good to get it off my chest. To those who took the time to read it all, hope you enjoyed.

I know I did.