8th grade, party at a mutual friend’s house, lots of pot smoking, underage drinking, juvenile delinquent behavior. Except no trouble, we just loved to party. I noticed him and was immediately attracted. Blond hair, blue eyes, huge smile. There was a LOT of flirting but he never got so far as to ask me out.
I carried this crush on throughout high school. Despite all these different guys liking me, despite all my signals and an outright confession from telling him how much I liked him, he would flirt back and tell me I was “fine” but never took it to the next level.
Dammit, looking back on those photos I was fine! Latina and long-legged with a big-butt. Long, thick brown-black shiny, silky hair, almond hazel eyes and luscious lips.
I did have a huge nose and small tits but dammit, I was still bangin’.
But that was a long time ago. If I knew then what I know now….Ahem.
FF to 2000, I had just turned 21 and had my first “grown up” job and my own awesome one-bedroom apartment. As someone who’d only been 21 for a few months, I was very much enjoying my new-found adulthood and the night life; dressing extra sexy, dancing the night away (I’ve always loved to dance!), getting my hair and nails done, partying with my friends, and all the other fun that comes with it--including attention from the opposite sex.
Maybe not the best way to gain self-confidence but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t effective!
Saturday morning: Me and one of my best friends hit the local breakfast joint. I love hanging out with her, she’s sweet as hell and so fuckin’ hilarious. And beautiful. She’s a gorgeous mix of Native American tribes. We take her mom out as well. We’re eating, joking, laughing, and having a great time for being up too damn early. I see a friend from just a few houses down on the next table. I wave hello and ask how he’s doing.
He waves back, smiles brightly, and answers that he’s doing great.
Then I hear this voice from the person next to him: “Sativa1,” you can’t even say hi!”
It’s him. Still gorgeous as always and has a huge smile on his face.
“HOLY SHIT DUDE!! Where the fuck you been all this time???”
I almost run up and hug him. But it’s a restaurant, so I sit in the chair next to him, kiss him on the cheek, and give him a huge hug. We briefly catch up and I get his number. I casually mention that I have my own place just a block away and that’d I’d love for him to come over and catch up some more.
He states that he has nothing to do and would love hang out after all these years. Like old times. We exchange numbers. I call him later that day and make plans to hang out. He mentions he’s lonely and wants to meet a nice girl.
I can’t help but ask, “What about me? How about you give me a chance?”
Him: “How about you, Sativa1. How come we never got together??”
Me: “Because you didn’t like me. And if you still don’t, fair enough. But either way, let’s hang out!”
Ahem, yeah.
I get all dolled up, get some appetizers and hit the liquor store. I don’t have to clean much because at that time it was my first space and I was determined to keep it immaculate.
FF to later that night. Friends come over (her with another buddy), he comes over. We’re hanging out and just catching up. We’re laughing and joking and my friend is doing comic relief (God bless her!). Then comic relief friend decides she wants something from the store. We share a look and she practically drags third buddy to the store with her. (Again, God bless her.)
We catch up a bit more.
Somehow. Somefuckin’how, this boy ends up with his shoes and socks off and lounging on my recliner.
Looking back now and I think he did it on purpose.
We’re talking and laughing about our juvie adventures, and the times we’d smoke weed together at an old friend’s house. He mentions, “You tickled me way too much!!” He’s not angry at all, just has this really amused look on his handsome face.
“Um, because I liked you!! And you were so damn ticklish it was hard not to!”
“I remember you tickled me so much I nearly broke [mutual friend’s] glass table!”
“Well, you never told me to stop.”
“True.”
I take advantage of this moment and run my index finger up his sole and he jerks his foot away. Smiling and looking at me.
We talk some more and I get closer to him. There’s a pause, and I lean over and start stroking his hair. He looks up at me. I have nothing to lose at this point so I just lean down and kiss him fully in the mouth, like I have wanted to for so many years.
Next thing I know his pants are unzipped and his cock is in my mouth. His head is thrown back and he’s softly moaning.
His cock is everything I had always imagined: Perfect.
Perfect length, perfect width. Responsive to my ministrations and just oh so fuckin’ delicious!
I lift my head and give him my bedroom eyes. And my eyes hypnotizing, as I’ve been told in the past. We make our way to my bedroom and I have that sexy motherfucker naked on my newly-purchased queen bed. He starts sucking on my nipples but I want more of him.
We share a long, lingering kiss and I start butterfly kissing from there on down. Slowly. I purposely make it tickle, he’s breathing heavily and giggling softly every so often, which has me dripping wet already. I nibble on his big Dumbo ears, kiss his neck, and make my way down to his nipples. I know how sensitive that area is to a man so I’m as gentle as possible. I think that just makes it worse for him.
“Your nipples are tiny!”
“They’re hella sensitive too!!”
I run my soft lips over his right nipple again and he squirms away. I giggle and reach down for his beautiful cock. It’s still rock hard and wet from earlier.
I gasp under my breath and I can’t help it, I want to taste his cock some more. I quickly kiss down his beautiful abs and down that sensitive area between his hips and lower abdomen. This makes him squirm, gasp, and giggle more. His breath is ragged. I look up and his eyes are closed and he is smiling and biting his lower lip. I lick my lips hungrily and take his whole length in my mouth.
There is a lot of moaning and gasping. After a few minutes I start spider tickling his balls, he softly begs me to stop. I do stop. But then I lay face-down between his legs, balls between my small tits, cock in my mouth, and slowly run my soft nails up and down his ribcage and sides. He starts gasping and giggling and throws his head back, trying not to buck his hips too hard against my mouth.
He starts to run his fingers through my hair, tells me how beautiful I am, and he almost makes me come right there.
I keep sucking his cock and running my fingers up and down his ribcage, down his thighs and underneath to his cute little butt. This is torture for him, and he overpowers me and flips me on my back and starts eating my pussy.
He let him go down on me, but honestly I’ve never taken much pleasure in receiving oral sex. I like to give it. And I like my partner to ram his cock into me until I can’t see straight.
But it fuckin’ feels good. I don’t know why, but it feels good while he’s doing it. He whispers that my pussy tastes so good. Who was I to argue?
He continues for some time. But damn it, I’ve been wanting his cock for so long that I’m done with waiting. I lift his head up to face me and kiss him.
“Fuck me. NOW.”
And he does.
He starts gentle at first but I’m not having that.
“FUCK ME!!”
He stops, looks down at me, and kisses me deeply. Then rams his cock into me and—as Tupac says—fucks the very taste out of my mouth.
I try not to scream too loud but I can’t help it. He’s fuckin’ me so good and my tits are bouncing up and down and my legs are spread and he’s ramming his cock into me and nearly screams himself when he comes inside of me. My friends come back and tell me I was loud as fuck when I make my way to the bathroom afterwards.
He pulls his pants on and makes his way to the bathroom as well (and properly disposes of the protection). We grab something to eat, hang out for a bit, and make our way back to my bedroom to cuddle and fall asleep.
He would confess to me the next morning that he totally liked me that whole time, but was scared of my brother. Understandable, my brother was a well-known gang leader in the area and the reason no one messed me.
Unfortunately, it was also the reason guys were too scared to date me and I grew up wondering what was wrong with me.
I would also find out several years later that he had fallen in love with me in that time. Through my own brother, in fact. How awkward is that??
I still don’t regret the time I was able to spend with him. Not one bit.
I carried this crush on throughout high school. Despite all these different guys liking me, despite all my signals and an outright confession from telling him how much I liked him, he would flirt back and tell me I was “fine” but never took it to the next level.
Dammit, looking back on those photos I was fine! Latina and long-legged with a big-butt. Long, thick brown-black shiny, silky hair, almond hazel eyes and luscious lips.
I did have a huge nose and small tits but dammit, I was still bangin’.
But that was a long time ago. If I knew then what I know now….Ahem.
FF to 2000, I had just turned 21 and had my first “grown up” job and my own awesome one-bedroom apartment. As someone who’d only been 21 for a few months, I was very much enjoying my new-found adulthood and the night life; dressing extra sexy, dancing the night away (I’ve always loved to dance!), getting my hair and nails done, partying with my friends, and all the other fun that comes with it--including attention from the opposite sex.
Maybe not the best way to gain self-confidence but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t effective!
Saturday morning: Me and one of my best friends hit the local breakfast joint. I love hanging out with her, she’s sweet as hell and so fuckin’ hilarious. And beautiful. She’s a gorgeous mix of Native American tribes. We take her mom out as well. We’re eating, joking, laughing, and having a great time for being up too damn early. I see a friend from just a few houses down on the next table. I wave hello and ask how he’s doing.
He waves back, smiles brightly, and answers that he’s doing great.
Then I hear this voice from the person next to him: “Sativa1,” you can’t even say hi!”
It’s him. Still gorgeous as always and has a huge smile on his face.
“HOLY SHIT DUDE!! Where the fuck you been all this time???”
I almost run up and hug him. But it’s a restaurant, so I sit in the chair next to him, kiss him on the cheek, and give him a huge hug. We briefly catch up and I get his number. I casually mention that I have my own place just a block away and that’d I’d love for him to come over and catch up some more.
He states that he has nothing to do and would love hang out after all these years. Like old times. We exchange numbers. I call him later that day and make plans to hang out. He mentions he’s lonely and wants to meet a nice girl.
I can’t help but ask, “What about me? How about you give me a chance?”
Him: “How about you, Sativa1. How come we never got together??”
Me: “Because you didn’t like me. And if you still don’t, fair enough. But either way, let’s hang out!”
Ahem, yeah.
I get all dolled up, get some appetizers and hit the liquor store. I don’t have to clean much because at that time it was my first space and I was determined to keep it immaculate.
FF to later that night. Friends come over (her with another buddy), he comes over. We’re hanging out and just catching up. We’re laughing and joking and my friend is doing comic relief (God bless her!). Then comic relief friend decides she wants something from the store. We share a look and she practically drags third buddy to the store with her. (Again, God bless her.)
We catch up a bit more.
Somehow. Somefuckin’how, this boy ends up with his shoes and socks off and lounging on my recliner.
Looking back now and I think he did it on purpose.
We’re talking and laughing about our juvie adventures, and the times we’d smoke weed together at an old friend’s house. He mentions, “You tickled me way too much!!” He’s not angry at all, just has this really amused look on his handsome face.
“Um, because I liked you!! And you were so damn ticklish it was hard not to!”
“I remember you tickled me so much I nearly broke [mutual friend’s] glass table!”
“Well, you never told me to stop.”
“True.”
I take advantage of this moment and run my index finger up his sole and he jerks his foot away. Smiling and looking at me.
We talk some more and I get closer to him. There’s a pause, and I lean over and start stroking his hair. He looks up at me. I have nothing to lose at this point so I just lean down and kiss him fully in the mouth, like I have wanted to for so many years.
Next thing I know his pants are unzipped and his cock is in my mouth. His head is thrown back and he’s softly moaning.
His cock is everything I had always imagined: Perfect.
Perfect length, perfect width. Responsive to my ministrations and just oh so fuckin’ delicious!
I lift my head and give him my bedroom eyes. And my eyes hypnotizing, as I’ve been told in the past. We make our way to my bedroom and I have that sexy motherfucker naked on my newly-purchased queen bed. He starts sucking on my nipples but I want more of him.
We share a long, lingering kiss and I start butterfly kissing from there on down. Slowly. I purposely make it tickle, he’s breathing heavily and giggling softly every so often, which has me dripping wet already. I nibble on his big Dumbo ears, kiss his neck, and make my way down to his nipples. I know how sensitive that area is to a man so I’m as gentle as possible. I think that just makes it worse for him.
“Your nipples are tiny!”
“They’re hella sensitive too!!”
I run my soft lips over his right nipple again and he squirms away. I giggle and reach down for his beautiful cock. It’s still rock hard and wet from earlier.
I gasp under my breath and I can’t help it, I want to taste his cock some more. I quickly kiss down his beautiful abs and down that sensitive area between his hips and lower abdomen. This makes him squirm, gasp, and giggle more. His breath is ragged. I look up and his eyes are closed and he is smiling and biting his lower lip. I lick my lips hungrily and take his whole length in my mouth.
There is a lot of moaning and gasping. After a few minutes I start spider tickling his balls, he softly begs me to stop. I do stop. But then I lay face-down between his legs, balls between my small tits, cock in my mouth, and slowly run my soft nails up and down his ribcage and sides. He starts gasping and giggling and throws his head back, trying not to buck his hips too hard against my mouth.
He starts to run his fingers through my hair, tells me how beautiful I am, and he almost makes me come right there.
I keep sucking his cock and running my fingers up and down his ribcage, down his thighs and underneath to his cute little butt. This is torture for him, and he overpowers me and flips me on my back and starts eating my pussy.
He let him go down on me, but honestly I’ve never taken much pleasure in receiving oral sex. I like to give it. And I like my partner to ram his cock into me until I can’t see straight.
But it fuckin’ feels good. I don’t know why, but it feels good while he’s doing it. He whispers that my pussy tastes so good. Who was I to argue?
He continues for some time. But damn it, I’ve been wanting his cock for so long that I’m done with waiting. I lift his head up to face me and kiss him.
“Fuck me. NOW.”
And he does.
He starts gentle at first but I’m not having that.
“FUCK ME!!”
He stops, looks down at me, and kisses me deeply. Then rams his cock into me and—as Tupac says—fucks the very taste out of my mouth.
I try not to scream too loud but I can’t help it. He’s fuckin’ me so good and my tits are bouncing up and down and my legs are spread and he’s ramming his cock into me and nearly screams himself when he comes inside of me. My friends come back and tell me I was loud as fuck when I make my way to the bathroom afterwards.
He pulls his pants on and makes his way to the bathroom as well (and properly disposes of the protection). We grab something to eat, hang out for a bit, and make our way back to my bedroom to cuddle and fall asleep.
He would confess to me the next morning that he totally liked me that whole time, but was scared of my brother. Understandable, my brother was a well-known gang leader in the area and the reason no one messed me.
Unfortunately, it was also the reason guys were too scared to date me and I grew up wondering what was wrong with me.
I would also find out several years later that he had fallen in love with me in that time. Through my own brother, in fact. How awkward is that??
I still don’t regret the time I was able to spend with him. Not one bit.
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