this is a bit of a shorter story than normally appears on here so forgive me.

our story begins at a party. i go to a large american university with a strong party culture and really REALLY bad frats. the result of this is a lot of house parties that are open invite but kinda hard to know about. i love these parties, since they’re WAY easier to find other queer women at.

i met this girl at a party the other night, claire (not her real name she just kinda looks like clairo but alt). we were afaik the only two people not drinking, her bc of antidepressants and me because i hate beer, and that was enough to get us talking and eventually taking a little stroll around the big ass townhouse complex the party was at. we found a small little garden-y area with a few big trees and about as fast as we saw it we were making out in their obscurity. she had on a lip combo that both made me look like i’m really bad at drinking wine and tasted really complex, like pomegranate and tobacco and something else i can’t even try to place.

she had on a big frilly skirt with an opening (kinda) in the front of it, and after a pretty drawn out make out she pulled down her boxers (hot) and put me to work. at first my hands were up on her hips area so i could pull my face into her pussy better, but she got more and more forceful on her own over time and my hands drifted lower and lower to a bit below her knees for stability. at some point she started to get a little loud and used her hands to cover her own mouth (hotter). not to let the pressure off her own bush, she somehow managed to do some wacky dancer bullshit to use her leg to pull my head into her, and in doing that took me off balance and i caught myself with my hands on the roots and dirt around the tree. specifically, my left hand gripped a particularly wide root, and as she started to cum, she stopped her foot back down (in a huge fucking boot mind you) right on my hand. worse yet, as her leg started shaking, it was fully just grinding my hand to dust under the boot.

she was super super apologetic afterwards and offered to pay for a trip to an urgent care, but i just made sure nothing was broken and took her up on the offer to have a ride back to her place so she could patch everything up. the final result of the night was actually a really lovely cuddle to bed followed by waffles in the morning. i had to be even more right handed than normal to eat it but still, very good net experience in my book, despite the back of my hand turning purple.