This story, although based on real events, is fiction. The name of the person in question has been altered so as not to give away the identity. This story is about the best sex I've had in my life so far.
"Hey! Studying?"
I glance up sharply, startled, before grinning and nodding at Chris, who had just walked up. Taking my headphones out and wrapping them over my iPod, I get off my stomach and sit up, putting my books in my backpack. Running a hand through my black and faded red bangs, I look up at him.
"Just a bit, how was work?" I ask, tilting my head.
"Sucked, lots of old people," Chris responds, smirking a little. I get up, throwing my backpack over my shoulders before adjusting my dress and moving my hair out of my face again.
"Well, cool, where's yer car?" I ask, looking at him expectantly. I know why I'm going with him today, and for some reason, I don't feel as bad as I should. The first time we hung out was to convince him that I wasn't fucking his best friend, even though we both knew that was a lie, but this time I was going to fuck him, and nothing else mattered in that moment.
"Over here, dude," he tells me, breaking through my thoughts and getting into a silver Saturn parked outside Tavern Row, the only stretch of bars in town.I quickly follow, throwing my backpack on the floor and sitting in the passenger seat.
I barely remember the things we talked about in that car, as nothing seems important compared to the things that were to come soon after. When we arrived at his house, a nice looking little spot behind other houses, and I get out, leaving my backpack.
We get into his place, and I sit on the couch, that familiar sense of discomfort one gets when they're in a new place and don't know what to do.I watch as Chris takes off his shirt and changes into a clean one, then switches into some shorts and puts on some music. Looking back on it, I wince at the excitement I displayed when I climbed on to his lap and kissed him hard, but at the time it seemed fine.
We kiss, and his hands wander my body, a little rough, just the way I like it. He manipulates my body into a more comfortable position, and I grind against him as we kiss hard. Every now and again, I feel and hear the clicking of his tongue piercing flicking against my lip piercing, and I can't help but grin. He grabs my left breast, and I let out a squeak of pleasure.
Despite never talking about it before hand, he knows exactly how to touch me, and I know that he has quite a bit of experience, probably three times as much as me. He bites my neck, and soon I'm peeling my clothes off and he's standing up to grab a condom from his dresser. I'm used to being self-conscious when naked, but all I care about right now is getting fucked.
Chris comes over to the bed and pulls me to the edge my my ankles, making me giggle softly at his strength, and there's no warning when he shoves his cock deep inside me. I feel amazing, and he begins to thrust in and out, making me mewl in ecstasy. It's almost too much to handle, and I come to the realization that I've never been fucked this good.
My arms go around his neck and I look up at him, grinning as his body thrusts against mine, music and moaning mixing together in the air, alone with the quiet sounds of skin slapping against skin. I tilt my head back, my mind staying in the moment for once instead of wandering all over the place, and I relish in the pleasure wracking my body.
With a quiet exhale, Chris finishes and pulls out, tying off the condom and throwing it away. I scoot up on the bed, grinning and looking up at him. We exchange this look, you'd know it if you saw it, and it says we'll go again, and again. But first, we need a break. He lays down next to me, xbox controller in hand, and finds a new song to put on.
"Jesus, dude," I mutter, pulling a blanket over my bare body. He looks at me, that smirk on his face, and I can't help but lean over and kiss him again. "You're quite possibly the best lay I've had."
I remember the first time I saw him, even though I wasn't exactly sober, I knew he was a good fuck. The way he carried himself, the smug luck that faintly stuck on his lips, it all screamed, "good lay." The fact that I was in a relationship didn't matter, sometimes I just can't help myself.
"Really?" he asks, his voice breaking my concentration. I nod and press my body against his, kissing him again. I want nothing more than to have him fuck me, again. I feel my heart race as he pushes my legs apart and kisses me back, hard, groping me and rubbing his cock between my legs. I moan softly as he pulls away, quickly grabbing another condom. After he rolls it on, he smiles at me and slaps my ass, hard. I love it, relishing in the stinging feeling as I roll over and he climbs on top of me, rubbing the head of his cock between my pussy lips and shoving in.
"Oh, fuck!" I squeak, and he smiles as he pulls my legs straight against his chest and pounds into me, alternating speeds from really hard and fast to slow and almost soft. My hands wander the bed for a moment before gripping the sheets near my head, writhing in pleasure as he fucks me. My legs drape over his elbows, and his arms go on either side of me, holding himself up as I feel his manhood thrusting into my wet pussy.
He leans over me and his glasses fall off next to me, which makes me look up at his face and grin over his immense attractiveness. I feel my inner walls tighten around his cock, and I shiver as I start to climax, my back arching slightly. Chris keeps going, and I get to ride out my orgasm as he continues to thrust into me, building up to his own orgasm.
He stands up, once again pulling the condom off and tying it as he throws it away, then jumping on the bed next to me. His hair is plastered to his forehead, and he picks up his glasses and places them on his face.
"Seriously, the best fucking lay," I mutter, curling up under the closet blanket. He smirks, and I would find him arrogant if he hadn't just fucked my brains out like a god.
We went countless times that afternoon, each time feeling as good as the last, if not even better. We talked between fucks, and I got to know the dude I would from then on refer to as the best lay of my life. When he drove me home, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to go again, despite the soreness that had settled in my nether region.
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