u/Smileen_Goddess

I'm a 23-year-old Italian girl. I met this guy on Instagram — he was very kind, with a well-followed profile. After months, if not years, of sporadic but enjoyable interaction — there had also been some mutual exchange of hot pics and videos — I decided to ask him out. We went out once, everything was fine, he seemed to be on the same wavelength as me, there was chemistry. He wasn't beautiful but I don't pay much attention to looks. He had style and understood my quirks without judgment.

So the second time I invited him over, to get more intimate and to hang out somewhere more chill. We started watching cartoons — Rick & Morty and Family Guy. We both knew that either way he'd be staying over at mine cause he didn't have a car. He, despite always having been very flirty online, in person wasn't sending signals or making any moves toward me. I'm not criticising him for it — in fact I found that attitude very respectful. The interest was still clearly established from the chats we'd had.

Hours passed — very fast, actually — and we ended up under the covers. I always sleep in just my underwear, so I took everything off, and I noticed his eyes were no longer landing on my face or tattoos, but on my breasts and stomach. While I was smoking, I never bothered covering my breasts or keeping anything tucked away under the underwear. He was watching, talking, but would freeze for a moment every now and then, like he'd lag occasionally, haha. I found the whole thing very amusing, though my face probably looked completely blank, giving nothing away. I have a pretty poker face. His passivity was giving me a sense of power.

When it was time to fall asleep I turned over — I don't remember if I asked him to give me a massage or something else — but he ended up holding me from behind. And that's when I started pushing back with my hips, looking for his cock. I found it pretty quickly and it grew up fast. I didn't expect he'd apply that same speed to finishing... And indeed he started pressing his erection against my ass, but still fully clothed. It was pleasant and was starting to make me want to fuck. But when he pulled his trousers down and I started to feel the warmth on my skin... in really very little time I felt warm streams on my ass and back.

I was very disappointed. I thought that was going to be the beginning — it wasn't even the prologue! He didn't say anything, got up, and went to the bathroom. While he was gone I cleaned myself up with a towel, and there really was a LOT of it. I could feel it up to the middle of my back. I don't know if maybe he hadn't have sex or cum in years or if that was just a peculiarity of his.

When he came back into the room, I wanted to sleep, but he had other ideas. Under the covers he started touching me, but this time with his fingers. And in a short while he went down, using two fingers and his tongue, and paid me back in kind: I came in very little time compared to my usual standards. Maybe because I hadn't cleaned up properly and I could still feel the warmth of the cum in certain spots while he was touching me. Really really hot.

Of course, I know that culturally a woman who comes quickly doesn't face the same issues of embarrassment or expectation — but in that moment I felt like I almost understood him.

In fact, we saw each other several more times after that and stayed friends, even if we now live in different places and don't see each other often. The subsequent times we slept together, which must have been three or four, he never tried to use his cock again. He always and only slipped between my thighs to give me some good moments. He undeniably had above-average skills in oral sex, though not the best I'd encountered.