I dated a lot my freshman year. I was actually fairly selective about who I slept with. I ended almost every date w a handjob, because it meant they'd stop pestering me for sex but still...I was keeping my legs together. Until Will. Will was quiet. Unassuming. Bad at conversation.
It was not a great date, so when it ended early I was thankful. We were in his apartment, and I was going to drive home, and out of nowhere...he kissed me. I will admit, it was surprising. Almost toe curling. Like, I was genuinely blown away at how well he kissed me. I decided ok, great kisser...definitely worth a handjob, but...that's it. So, I came up for air, and grabbed his cargo shorts, gently sliding them down, and then casually fished his cock out.
Oh. My. Gosh. It was not particularly long. Maybe..MAYBE...6 inches. But it was as thick as a damn can of coke. Like, I could barely fit my hand around it. Admittedly, my hands are small but...as soon as I realized what I was dealing with, everything changed.
Will went from quiet and unassuming to very take charge and alpha. He melted me with a glance and told me to undress, and I did. He was so polite earlier, but all that was gone. I slipped my top and bra off, and he reached over, roughly pinching my nipples and grunted out "nice fucking tits."
I was blown away, but....definitely in a good way.