[See profile history for Part 1 (but different title) for the non-sex set up. And while writing Pt 2 I decided to switch to the present tense :) ]

I unlock the door and we step inside my house. Normally I’d be bothered by having a stranger in my currently messy place, and out of slight embarrassment I briefly apologize, which he shrugs off with a smile. We walk through the living room into the kitchen, beyond which lies my bedroom. I feel the anticipation building, the knowledge that a few different things are about to happen— that First Kiss, fucking this random guy from Reddit, fucking someone outside my still new relationship. We make small talk, hovering in that awkward social space of knowing where this is about to go, uncertain at what precise moment to cross the threshold. “So, what do you think, I mean I guess you’ve invited me inside your house?” he says, and as he says it I take a step forward. “Mmhm, I’m into it” I say, and I wrap my arms up over his shoulders as he leans down to reach my lips.

We kiss that first slightly hesitant kiss. I’m feeling his solid, muscular build as I press myself to him. And then we’re kissing more deeply, his arms around my waist pulling me in tightly. I feel my clit start to throb... this is happening now. He reaches up under my sundress to grab my ass and I grind into him. “Should we take this somewhere more comfortable?” he says, and with a smile I say “No, didn’t I tell you my rule that we can only fuck in the kitchen?” Sometimes I just can’t help being a smart ass.

I take his hand and lead him the few steps to my room, where he pushes me by the shoulders so I fall back on the bed. I know what’s next, I already knew before meeting that he wanted to give me head. I spread my legs as lowers his face, his tongue grazing the flimsy gauze of my g string. I think briefly, it’s funny that I’m wearing a g string, this so not typical for me, in fact I’m pretty sure I only have it because it came in a set with some other set of lingerie. But if I was going to be slutty tonight, it seemed as appropriate a time as any to wear it. As these thoughts quickly flicker through my mind, he reaches up and pulls the pointless article off me, dropping it to the floor. He immediately starts licking my pussy firmly and I writhe against his mouth and tongue, my hands beside me clutching at the bedspread. I’m moaning already, but quickly the speed and pressure become a little too intense with his growing enthusiasm. “Go gentle,” I caution, and he eases up a bit. “Sorry,” he says with a grin, “I get a bit carried away.” He carries on, and I make a point to look down and enjoy the view of this cute, random guy happily burying his face in between my thighs. I run my hands through his hair, pulling his face into my pussy, while rocking my hips to work my clit against his tongue. I’m enjoying this, but after not too long what I really want is his cock.

When he comes up for air, I seize my chance. I scoot down to the edge of the bed, which forces him to stand up. I’m at the perfect level of his zipper, I stare up at him hungrily as I undo his belt with slight deliberation. I undo his jeans and tug them down as I pull out his cock. Mm, he’s bigger than I’d expected, both longer and thicker, and he’s perfectly hard. Usually the first time I suck a new cock, I really like to take my time and start with plenty of teasing. But right now I lick my lips and try to slide him all the way into my mouth and down my throat. He’s more than happy to let me swallow his cock, and his breath quickens as he places both hands behind my head to fuck my face more easily. I am loving it as he pumps steadily in and out of my mouth, sometimes more shallow and sometimes deep enough I feel the perceptible pop of his head sliding deep into my throat until my eyes water and I gag a bit. God, do I love sucking a nice cock. I’ve got the sense that he could cum easily at this point, but for one I’d told him that would be off limits, and for another I want him to drill my wet pussy first.

“If you want to fuck, I’ve got condoms in my pocket” he says low. I nod, “yes, definitely.” He pulls away and stands up to retrieve a condom. When he gets back on the bed on his knees I keep sucking his cock as he opens the package. As much as I want him to stretch me, I am having a hard time letting him take his dick out of my mouth. But after a few moments I relent and he slips on the rubber. I lay back. This is a moment I always love the first time I fuck someone new, it’s like its own special “reveal” when I feel a cock fill me for the first time. On his knees, he pitches slightly forward, using one hand to guide himself into me. The first push in is measured, not too fast. I let out a sigh as I feel my tight pussy stretched and filled. We look at each other and grin stupidly. “Fuck you feel good inside me” I say breathlessly, and he pushes deeper. He soon starts fucking me harder, but I’m struggling a bit to take his entire dick. I let him know to back off a bit, and he does, for a short while. But I really want to take it all, and it’s clear he wants to give it to me, and hard. He lowers himself into missionary and I am able to take him deeper. He starts giving it to me harder and I grip at his back, repeating “fuck, FUCK, yes.” In my ear he whispers “you gonna cum for me?” and I say I want to, but in my mind I have the sense that I won’t right now. And besides, I still want it harder.

He tells me to turn over. I nod, grinning, and position myself ass up face down. He grabs my hips and slides in his cock slowly, and I let out a sigh as I take it all. He starts to pump in and out, and within a minute he’s slamming my pussy as hard I imagine he can. I am LOVING it. I’m reduced to desperately clawing first the headboard and then the bed, my face pressed into the mattress, trying to hold my ground and stay in position so he can pound me brutally. I’m making some kind of sounds slightly muffled by the bed, I don’t even know what they are, am I moaning, whimpering, screaming? As he slams against me with each hard thrust it almost sounds more like a brisk spanking.

But that is quite a level to maintain, and after a few minutes (or an eternity?) he withdraws, exhausted and out of breath. We both laugh, and he collapses onto his back. “Wanna ride me for a bit?” In response I grab his cock and sit down until I bottom out. Sweaty and hot, I also finally pull off my dress. I start working my hips at an easy pace, enjoying the angle and the view. He relaxes and lets me grind into him, while grabbing my now bare tits. I’m starting to get into a steady rhythm, and he begins thrusting harder. Suddenly he grabs my hips, holds me firmly in place, and begins pounding me mercilessly. I grab the headboard and hold on for dear life as his hands dig into my sides and his cock destroys my pussy. I’m so overwhelmed at this point I’m nearly silent, just ragged breathing punctuated by the wet slapping of his pelvis against my dripping cunt. The pitch is feverish, and unsurprisingly he utters “fuck I’m gonna cum.” This always sends me into a state of abandon, begging please, PLEASE give it to me, give me your cum. And so I beg, between gasps, and a moment later he moans and shoves as absolutely deep as he can and I feel his thick cock pulsing over and over as he unloads.

He lets go his grip on me and sinks back with a long, spent sigh. There’s half a moment of silence and then we both laugh. I stay seated for a minute, enjoying the cooling feeling of my sweat evaporating from the ceiling fan directly above. I hold the condom securely as I raise up and off him, and we lay there side by side staring at the fan and catching our breath. “Well that was fun” I say, and we laugh. “Yeah. Yes it was.” Then I realize something is different... “oh shit, the bed is like 3 feet from the wall!” He glances over. “It was against the wall?” I nod, giggling. In a sleepy daze he lifts a hand for a high five and I slap it.

Maybe 15 minutes later when I’m seeing him to the door, I have an awkward moment, realizing this might be a first for me. “Uh, hey so do you wanna do names, or not?” I ask, unsure exactly why. He shrugs politely. “If you ask me my name, I’ll tell you.” I waver, but quickly yield to my own uncertainty. “Yeah ok let’s do names, what’s your name?” He tells me his name. I tell him mine. And maybe 40 minutes after having first walked in the door, he leaves.

During all this, my bf has been on a date night with his other partner. Not wanting to intrude, I figured I’d let him know tomorrow. But not long after, he texts me asking how my night has been. “It was fun! I went to see a movie... and then I had a guest 😎” There’s a very brief pause. “A guest!!” and then “how did it go?” Using our term, I tell him “it was really fun! Popcorn Fun!” He says “good :)” and that he hopes to hear more about it tomorrow. We say goodnight and I try to get to sleep, but instead I end up posting some slutty updates to Reddit until late. —————————

Whew, I thought this story would be 2 parts, but looks like it’s gonna be 3!