My FWB and I first met at a women’s college basketball game. We were in line for snacks and he made a comment about the game, not really to anyone, but I responded and we just started talking. He came back to sit with my friends and I and we just kept talking. We ended up getting ice cream after the game and kept talking and talking. I was smitten by his sense of humor and how smart he was and just how sweet he seemed. And it helped that he was tall and very cute.

We agreed to get dinner two nights later. I agonized over my outfit. My roommates and I went through like 8 options before I settled on a cute dress with a light jacket. I thought it was cute without being like too much. It was just a second date after all. But I felt cute and excited and just like happy to be into a guy.

We met at this sushi place. He suggested it because he said they had the best fries, which seemed odd because it was a sushi place, but this place has the best fries. We still go there often, sometimes to just share a basket of fries. I could try to describe them, but I’d never do them justice. Just trust me.

Dinner felt just like it had when we met. We talked and talked and talked. He made me laugh. We joked around but still talked about serious stuff too. He was so kind and supportive too. I really was just smitten. When dinner ended, he offered to walk me home and put his arm around my shoulders and I just melted into him like we’d been dating forever. We giggled all the way to my apartment.

Once we got there, I did something impulsive. I asked if he wanted to come watch a movie or something. He swears I literally said “or something,” with an impish grin, but I plead the fifth on that. He agreed and suddenly we were in my room.

I’d only had one boyfriend before. My high school boyfriend who didn’t quite work out when we went to different schools. So I wasn’t a virgin, but this was the first time I’d had a different guy in my room. It was exciting and scary and fun and nerve racking. I didn’t think I was the kind of person to move fast sexually, but I also knew I’d invited him here.

We set up my laptop to watch some movie while we laid in my bed. I loved snuggling into him like that. I think we were kissing before the opening credits ended. Kissing and snuggling and I was on cloud nine. And I didn’t mind one bit feeling his hand slip under my dress and into my underwear. It’s possible that I’d trimmed things up in the shower earlier, but that would imply that I’d be expecting this sort of thing and you know I’m not that kind of girl, so that was a purely coincidental trim up.

His fingers felt strong exploring me. They slipped in easily because I was already slick from the loveliness of the evening. I was a little disappointed when he extricated those probing fingers after a few minutes, worried he felt that was enough that he now expected time with my own fingers. Instead he broke off the kiss and maneuvered himself down between my legs. I could only nod quickly and emphatically when he asked “is it cool if I…” his meaning more than clear.

He pushed my dress up and reached under me to pull off my underwear and suddenly I was on full display for this guy I’d met two days before. But somehow I didn’t mind. Then his tongue touched me and I forgot my own name. All I could do was feel his tongue sliding over and around and into my most intimate places. Sometimes joined by a finger. Sometimes swirling over my clit, sometimes dipping deep, deep, deep into me. I moaned, I writhed, I gripped his head with my thighs. And eventually I cummed, shuddering and gripping my very cute sheets and is rolled through me, consumed me.

I’d started sort of sat up against the wall and some pillows but as I panted through the trailing edges of my climax I was laying flat on my back, looking up at my ceiling. Then he was laying next to me. I kissed him because he was wonderful and tasted myself all over his lips and tongue and chin. Then I was kneeling, pulling at his belt buckle. He told me it was ok, that I didn’t have to, he was fine waiting for that if I wanted. I do remember that I laughed at this and told him I wanted to very, very much. So he laid back and let me get to it.

I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and instead of just pulling it out, I pulled his pants and underwear all the way off. Tossed them onto the floor next to my own underwear. And suddenly there it was. Rock hard, gently throbbing, pointing up at his belly button, balls hanging there between his legs, all wreathed in frizzy brown curls. I touched it and he groaned in the way guys only do when you touch them exactly like that.

I held it in my hand, feeling its heat and hardness as I prepared to slide my lips over it. It was bigger than my ex’s, so I was a little nervous, but mostly excited. The pinkish head was slick from precum, a small pearl of it visible on the tip. I stuck out my tongue and touched it to the tip, getting my first taste of him. Mild, salty, perfectly manly. Then my lips were around the head, around the shaft, nearly to the base, my nose tickled by his coarse hair.

I’m not a blowjob queen, I can’t deepthroat limitlessly, I don’t know all the tricks and secrets. But I knew I was making him feel good. Moving my lips, touching as much of him as I could with my tongue, holding the base in my hand and stroking when there was room for that. He was moaning and grunting and telling me how good it felt. Then I felt him tense up, his hips buck a little and before he could say “I’m close” I knew he was and I just kept going. I positioned myself so my lips we around mostly just his head and I stroked him while I licked his tip. He exploded. I felt it hot and fast flooding my mouth. It’s always a surprise even when you know it’s coming (ha!), but I was determined and kept my mouth on him as he filled it.

I stayed like that, my mouth full of him until his orgasm subsided. Then I leaned up and swallowed in one big cartoonish gulp. He was laying with his eyes closed as he softened. I laid next to him, on top of him, entertained with him, and we dozed and smiled at each other, movie completely incomprehensible to us having missed two-thirds of it.