Roll with it
Here's a story my buddy told me.
I had these two friends when I was about 19, David and William, that were twins. Their parents owned a bar with pool tables. I was too young to drink at the time but the reason I would go hang out there was that I loved playing pool. I still love it. Anyway, I was playing one of the twins, I don't know which one, when these two girls walked in. Both had great bodies because they were both my age and played soccer. We ended up chatting somehow. Ashley was this tall sexy brunette, with hair down to her shoulders and big perky teenage tits. Her muscular butt and legs apparent through the skin tight leggings drew every eye in the bar. She was a dream.
Her friend Emily was . . . less hot. She was in great shape too, don't get me wrong, her boobs might have been smaller , and she was a little shorter than her friend but she was hot. Unfortunately, she had an Owen Wilson nose. It was crooked. I later found out that it had been broken playing soccer.
So after we chatted for awhile Emily (crooked nose) asks if I want to hear her new speaker system in her car. So we go out, and we listen, and we chat. Being oblivious about the fairer sex at the time, I just rolled with it. Then she turned to me and asked "are we gonna make out or what?"
"Sure"
That's how much game I had back then. Sure. So we're making out and she starts telling me stuff like" open your mouth more" and
"now do it like this". She was teaching me how a girl likes to be kissed! Score! So we're about twenty minutes into this make-out session and good Ol' David . . . Wilson . . . whichever, knocked on the window!
That prick actually interrupted me, while I was in the middle of accidentally hooking-up with a semi-hot soccer chick! He scared the living shit outta me. I was concentrating on getting my tongue down this girls esophagus and all of a sudden he's there like some kinda make-out police!
Emily and I hung out more after that, but not hooking up. We just hung out. The next time we hooked up was when she invited me over to her dorm room to watch a movie.
If i hadn't been 19 I would have known what she was up to, but I didn't. I honestly thought that this girl that had asked me to make out with her one time was calling me to her dorm room to watch a movie. So naive.
We start the movie and about 5 minutes into the movie she starts kissing me. Again, I roll with it. Then I get brave and start going for the boobies! She's all about it! This goes on until I have another thought. My valiant hand started moving down her body, she knew where this was going, she wasn't stopping me. Yes! I slid under the elastic of her soccer shorts and felt her suck her stomach in a little, she started kissing me harder. I pressed on. Her pubes surprised me. I guess I had forgotten that real girls (not porn stars) had pubic hair. I started touching her pussy and fumbling for the hole. I knew for a fact there was a hole and I had to stick my finger in it. I rubbed around feeling for it. It started getting wet and I found it! I jammed my finger in and started moving in and out. She liked it but not too much. I guess I hit a wrong angle or something and she winced. She reached down and grabbed my hand. "Hold on" she said.
She got up. Went to a drawer and grabbed a bottle. She took off her shorts and lay back down. She popped the top of the bottle and the smell of strawberries was in the air. It was sex jelly! She rubbed it all over her pussy. "I want you to lick it"
Strawberry huh? Yeah, I can do that. I put my mouth on it and started French kissing the pussy! I'd never done it before but she'd taught me how to kiss so again I just kinda rolled with it.
" lick it like an ice cream cone" she said softly
Got it, I love ice cream.
"Stick your tongue in it a little"
I'm glad I found it earlier
"Now lick it here" as she pointed with her finger.
Okay, whatever you say. Whatever she told me, I did it. My neck hurt, my mouth was full of pussy and strawberries, and in my mind I was the pussy master! I was a great student, but in the end she got a little impatient.
She reached in her bedside drawer and pulled out this huge back massager! It was as long as my arm and had two massaging heads on it. It had to be plugged in! I just kinda lay back as she started going to town on that strawberry flavored goodness. She moaned and writhed, she closed her eyes and rolled her head back and then looked at me. I don't know how an orgasm changes a woman but I'll never forget that look on her face. Pure satisfaction. I've seen it a few times since then, and it's always nice.
"Well that looked like fun" I said.
That's when I got my first good blow-job! She'd done it before and had my toes curling in no time. Oh yeah, and she swallowed.
That was how I got started figuring girls out. Emily taught me a lot about pleasing the female body. Which has came in handy a lot after that.
We never went all the way, and it doesn't really matter, because the last time we talked on the phone she mentioned how we weren't really very compatible or some shit, and told me I'd probably be better with her friend, and that she wanted to hook me up with her friend Ashley.
"Sure!"
I had these two friends when I was about 19, David and William, that were twins. Their parents owned a bar with pool tables. I was too young to drink at the time but the reason I would go hang out there was that I loved playing pool. I still love it. Anyway, I was playing one of the twins, I don't know which one, when these two girls walked in. Both had great bodies because they were both my age and played soccer. We ended up chatting somehow. Ashley was this tall sexy brunette, with hair down to her shoulders and big perky teenage tits. Her muscular butt and legs apparent through the skin tight leggings drew every eye in the bar. She was a dream.
Her friend Emily was . . . less hot. She was in great shape too, don't get me wrong, her boobs might have been smaller , and she was a little shorter than her friend but she was hot. Unfortunately, she had an Owen Wilson nose. It was crooked. I later found out that it had been broken playing soccer.
So after we chatted for awhile Emily (crooked nose) asks if I want to hear her new speaker system in her car. So we go out, and we listen, and we chat. Being oblivious about the fairer sex at the time, I just rolled with it. Then she turned to me and asked "are we gonna make out or what?"
"Sure"
That's how much game I had back then. Sure. So we're making out and she starts telling me stuff like" open your mouth more" and
"now do it like this". She was teaching me how a girl likes to be kissed! Score! So we're about twenty minutes into this make-out session and good Ol' David . . . Wilson . . . whichever, knocked on the window!
That prick actually interrupted me, while I was in the middle of accidentally hooking-up with a semi-hot soccer chick! He scared the living shit outta me. I was concentrating on getting my tongue down this girls esophagus and all of a sudden he's there like some kinda make-out police!
Emily and I hung out more after that, but not hooking up. We just hung out. The next time we hooked up was when she invited me over to her dorm room to watch a movie.
If i hadn't been 19 I would have known what she was up to, but I didn't. I honestly thought that this girl that had asked me to make out with her one time was calling me to her dorm room to watch a movie. So naive.
We start the movie and about 5 minutes into the movie she starts kissing me. Again, I roll with it. Then I get brave and start going for the boobies! She's all about it! This goes on until I have another thought. My valiant hand started moving down her body, she knew where this was going, she wasn't stopping me. Yes! I slid under the elastic of her soccer shorts and felt her suck her stomach in a little, she started kissing me harder. I pressed on. Her pubes surprised me. I guess I had forgotten that real girls (not porn stars) had pubic hair. I started touching her pussy and fumbling for the hole. I knew for a fact there was a hole and I had to stick my finger in it. I rubbed around feeling for it. It started getting wet and I found it! I jammed my finger in and started moving in and out. She liked it but not too much. I guess I hit a wrong angle or something and she winced. She reached down and grabbed my hand. "Hold on" she said.
She got up. Went to a drawer and grabbed a bottle. She took off her shorts and lay back down. She popped the top of the bottle and the smell of strawberries was in the air. It was sex jelly! She rubbed it all over her pussy. "I want you to lick it"
Strawberry huh? Yeah, I can do that. I put my mouth on it and started French kissing the pussy! I'd never done it before but she'd taught me how to kiss so again I just kinda rolled with it.
" lick it like an ice cream cone" she said softly
Got it, I love ice cream.
"Stick your tongue in it a little"
I'm glad I found it earlier
"Now lick it here" as she pointed with her finger.
Okay, whatever you say. Whatever she told me, I did it. My neck hurt, my mouth was full of pussy and strawberries, and in my mind I was the pussy master! I was a great student, but in the end she got a little impatient.
She reached in her bedside drawer and pulled out this huge back massager! It was as long as my arm and had two massaging heads on it. It had to be plugged in! I just kinda lay back as she started going to town on that strawberry flavored goodness. She moaned and writhed, she closed her eyes and rolled her head back and then looked at me. I don't know how an orgasm changes a woman but I'll never forget that look on her face. Pure satisfaction. I've seen it a few times since then, and it's always nice.
"Well that looked like fun" I said.
That's when I got my first good blow-job! She'd done it before and had my toes curling in no time. Oh yeah, and she swallowed.
That was how I got started figuring girls out. Emily taught me a lot about pleasing the female body. Which has came in handy a lot after that.
We never went all the way, and it doesn't really matter, because the last time we talked on the phone she mentioned how we weren't really very compatible or some shit, and told me I'd probably be better with her friend, and that she wanted to hook me up with her friend Ashley.
"Sure!"
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