People who want me to post more often are lucky that I've been really horny and have more free time lately. Typically free time means more horniness.

This isn't really anything to dive too deep into. I didn't know the person. I have had random hookups but not many. And when I say "random" I don't mean I was just fucking someone who's name I didn't know. I may had only met them that night but SOMETHING happened between us to draw us closer.

I was young. Living in an apartment building. This was one of those apartments where each room has a door that leads directly outside. It wasn't like you walked into a building and went through a hallway of doors. So this warranted A LOT of door-to-door solicitation. I swear every hour there was someone trying to sell me something or convert me to a religion.

I want to preface by saying I was irresponsible. I was young. I sucked him off and did more with him later without protection. I was 99.9 percent sure he had never been with anyone before. Typically I'd always wrap it up but I didn't with him. Nothing happened and he definitely was a virgin but you never can be sure.

The first time he knocked on my door he was with a friend. I was always friendly if I actually answered the door. Even if it's annoying I was never rude to them. I talked to him and his friend/coworker(don't know the title). I remember being interested in him. It was just his personality and vibe. He wasn't super good looking. He wasn't ugly but looks have never been all that important to me. He was just a very scrawny, shy, dorky church boy. He was 18. I was college aged. I shook both their hands. They were both clearly attracted to me and j could see the "trying not to ogle me" eyes. It also didn't help that when I am home I wear... very little. I can't remember exactly but I was probably just wearing a tank top, no bra, and gym shorts.

I shook both their hands and he commented that my hands were really soft. I said his hands were warm. I had a many interactions with that church. Sometimes it was his friend alone. Sometimes it was him and another person. Sometimes it was a completely different person. I would just throw their pamphlets away. I got so many. One day it was just him alone and we talked. I invited him inside to talk about the Lord. While this was a definite tactic to fuck, I won't lie lol. I was genuinely interested in what he thought. Did I believe it? No. But why did he believe it. What made him spend weekends walking around doing this. How does he see God? I moreso just wanted to peel that back and we talked.

To set the stage. He was on the couch on one end and I was on the other end. We were talking and he was trying really hard not to look at my legs. He pretty much avoided eye/breast contact but in keeping his eyes low they would stick to my legs. He wanted to show me a passage from the Bible so I got closer and my legs were touching his and my hair was touching his arm and shoulder. He looked really nervous. I remember him saying I smelled good. He was looking away from me and breathing. I put my hand under his chin and gently turned his head to me and when he made eye contact with me I knew if I wanted to I could have him. It wasn't like I was trying to break his barriers and morals but I saw all the resistance just go away when he looked me in the eyes.

All that happened that day was he touched my leg and his voice cracked a bunch. A couple times after that he visited with other people. I probably saw that church once a week. So I saw him alone again maybe a month later but tension was definitely building. I didn't initiate because similar to my son, I wanted him to make the choice. I didn't want to be the predatory more experienced oerso. He kissed me first. I sucked his dick on the couch and he was just fully laying back just kind of jittering and spasming. Best way I can describe it. He came after maybe 30 seconds in my mouth but I just kept going after and made him cum again.

I climbed up his body and laid against him and kissed him after and he was very overwhelmed. I just kept telling him it was okay and I wouldn't tell anyone. We did have sex a couple of times but I won't get into that now.

It's much easier to share stuff like this. Sharing things about my son feels like pulling a part of myself off sometimes