It was a tough time for me. Sure, it was self-inflicted - I was in an abusive relationship, cheated with a bombshell called Regan who had the most incredible breasts I’ve ever seen. Guess I need to tell that story some time. Regan ditched me and I was hurting, and a coworker called Jess who I had built a relationship with had left. Damn, better tell that story one day. In her place, Sara joined.

Sara was 5’3”, Arab, and hot as fuck. She had long black straight hair, big brown eyes that suck the world into her, a tiny waist and disproportionately large breasts for her 100lb frame. She had small lips which begged to be kissed and high cheekbones. She was hot and she knew it, and worked hard on how she looked.

I think we were both broken souls at that point, and we quickly became friends. She was sharp and incisive, and always had a cutting thing to say. And when she was on form, she was the light and life of the party. We soon were often getting lunch together, walking home since we lived in a similar direction.

She didn’t drink and so she resisted offers to go out for dinner and drinks - she preferred not to be around people who were drinking. Because of her Muslim family, she also was mindful about overtly going out with a guy. It was OK to go out with a group and for a guy to be there, but being alone with a guy was socially unacceptable.

So I was surprised when I invited her to my house to watch a movie in Saturday night. I’d just moved in and like any good bachelor, I had a projector for movies and no furniture. I’d bought a big bean bag sofa while I figured out what furniture I’d want in the future. I think she made her way over to my house by bus, the sun was going down and I invited her into my house for a movie.

She had on her signature look - blue denim jeans, skin tight over her legs and butt, and an olive green skin tight T-shirt, gold earrings and a gold necklace. The outline of her breasts was very obvious in the T-shirt but it was also, like her, slightly demure. The T-shirt was high necked and she wasn’t showing any cleavage.

We chatted away and put the movie on - night came about and we were cold. I pulled a blanket over us and we leaned in together. A casual brush became leaning towards each other, and I put my arm around her, she put her head on my shoulder and nuzzled into it. The feeling was electric, like we were channeling energy into each other.

Sara raised her head and I leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues intertwined and I felt her soft lips for the first time. She rolled towards me, half on top of me, I’m on my back on the sofa and she is part way on top of me. She’s definitely taking a little control, and she’s hungry as fuck. It’s like she’s never been fucked (spoiler, she was a virgin) but is highly sexualized.

I forgot to mention that Sara is 28, and she’s only had one long term relationship which ended badly. She later talked about it quite a lot. Probably too much. So here is a 28 year old virgin who has been sex starved and needs some dick. But unfortunately that’s not on the cards, at least for tonight.

I touch Sara’s arms and realized she’s prepared for this moment. She’s not especially hirsute but she’s of Arabic descent and has thick dark hair. Someone who would have at least some light arm hair. But no, she’s been waxed head to toe. Arms, legs, and everything in between. Damn… she knew exactly what the invite was all about, and this was before Netflix and chill…

Then something unusual happens - I’m on my back with my knees slightly bent, and she straddles my right leg with her two legs. She’s now fully on top of me, kissing me, and starting to grind her pussy into me, fully clothed. I’m being used as a sex to by a sex-starved girl who has never been fucked. Unbelievable.

Sara is breathing heavily, kissing me on the lips, on the neck, I’m hard as fuck but she’s ignoring that, only focused on her own pleasure as she grinds her clitoris into my leg over her jeans. She’s leg fucking me. Unbelievable. She’s expertly bringing herself to an orgasm, riding my leg like she’s riding a dick, but without any of the pleasure for me.

And then that’s it, she brings herself to a loud climax, writhing at my leg, touching my torso and hair, and kissing me. She shudders, shakes and then collapses on top of me, going back to her former position with her head on my neck, and her right leg fucked over my right leg. I’m horny as fuck but it’s clear that this as far as this is going, at least for tonight.

Sara is embarrassed - she exposed herself to me - for her, this was a very intimate moment. She has post nut clarity and isn’t sure what to do next, so she just lies there on top of me, breathing heavily, holding me. But for now, I don’t get to touch those breasts which are big for her frame, or find out if it was more than the arms which were waxed.

In her clarity, she realizes it’s dark and she’s been away from her home for too long. Her father calls and asks where she is, and she lies about being at the movies with her female friends. It’s the first hint I got about how challenging it is to be with a girl with a devout Muslim family, but I have blue balls for Sara and want to fuck her senseless, so I’m thinking with my dick and not my head. That will ultimately come back to bite me in the ass, but as of this night, I’m addicted.