Path of Crazy

Look both ways when crossing the street.

Give yourself enough time to be early everywhere you go.

Never go to a second location when you're being robbed.

These are all lessons we've been told throughout our lives that have always made sense. But there's one rule that almost every young man was told about, and almost always seem to be ignored.

Never. Ever. Under any occasion. Stick your dick in crazy.

And yet, here I am. Laying with the woman who has made me rethink how to prioritize my levels of tolerance to crazy. Let's start at the beginning:

It was a simple day in college for me. Getting dressed with a massive hangover was a pain, but it was well rehearsed at this point. Checking my roommate was still alive in his bed, I then tossed a blanket over his mostly naked body, grabbed a pop tart from my personal stash and made my way to class.

At least, I would have if I hadn't noticed the naked woman that was laying in my bed next to where I was. Dark red curls that were more like frizz, they covered most of her face and down her chest. Her long, flawless body seemed to curl up towards where I was, as if still trying to find me.

Her breasts rose and fell in rhythm to her breathing, and despite being what could only be double D's, their heft didn't seem to weigh them down. Like they were formed and shaped to stay high and perky without issue.

Her stomach was toned, as well as her ass, but in a way that was athletic, yet still soft without the solid muscle. Her legs were closed as she slept on her side, giving her sex a slight more modesty, but at the same time, I was still reeling from the discovery.

How fucked up did I get last night? I asked myself, gripping the sides of my head to try to push through the haze. I remember the drinking, then I remembered the bar...then the game. We had met during the "Never have I ever" game my buddy started up.

Pushing further back, I remembered seeing her and her friends joining after hearing a few stories. Then she got excited when I told her about how I enjoyed making women climax. She talked about how she'd never met a man who could make her cum and...

"Hey Baby," came the sleepy, yet happy voice of the woman as she stirred from her rest. Sitting up slowly, her hair never seemed to move from her face, making her look more frazzled than sexy, despite the large smile on her lips. "You look like you're about to head out."

"Uh...yeah. I was about to get to class and I just didn't want to wake you up." I start, wracking my brain as I was trying to remember the one key piece of information that would matter most.

"Alice." She said, yawning loudly as she reached up to her hair to tie it back, showing off her bright, brilliantly jade eyes. "I'm guessing you forgot, huh?"

Despite the admission, the smile never faded from her lips, which honestly, should have been a red flag in hindsight. "What? No, of course not. I definitely knew it was Alice."

"Really?" She asked, her breasts on full display without a care as she finished putting her red curls into a messy tail, "because it's actually Zoe." The look on her face seemed to only brighten further as she watched me, the shock in my eyes giving me away, and yet sending her into a fit of giggles.

"Relax," she exclaims as she stood up from the bed. Her height seemed to tower over me, standing at about 6'0" to my 5'9", but her hair giving her another 3in. Looking over her body, she was amazing as she showed no shame in displaying it.

"It's not like I wasn't willing. We were both drunk, we were both horny and consenting." Grabbing a pair of pink panties from the corner, she bent forward to show herself off even more as she slid them on. "If I'm mad about anything, it's the fact you won our bet last night."

How the fuck could I forget about having sex with a fucking goddess last night? I internally screamed at myself as I worked on pushing through fogged memories. You've had sex with 3 other women in your life, and you had to forget about the one who you'll probably never get a second chance with? YOU FUCKING MORON!!

"Do you mind if I steal a pair of your pants and a shirt? You kind of destroyed my dress last night and I don't exactly want to walk out in just..." gesturing to herself in her bright pink bra and panties, I nodded.

"Of course, there's some in the drawer. Look, you seem amazing and...I hate to say this, but I don't exactly remember... well, anything." The words left my mouth and I immediately regretted them as she froze in place.

Looking up from pulling a pair of baggy, ripped jeans up her legs, she seemed to have a mix of hurt and anger. "You don't remember..." and with that, I watched as the tears began to well up in her eyes. Then she seemed to forget completely that she was in the middle of getting dressed in the room of a complete stranger she had just met.

"But I would love to get to know you. If we hit it off well enough last night to have gotten this far, I'd like to see if we could get on well enough sober." The immediate need to try to rectify the situation was staggering, and to my honest shock, her smile blossomed without a sign of hesitation.

"That would be amazing! I'll be back here tonight after class, and we can hang out." Pulling up the jeans, she then grabbed a large ACDC shirt and slipped it on before walking over and leaning into me. "I'll be here at 8, I'll bring some drinks and we can have some...fun again."

The smile on her lips were now curled into a mischevious upturn as she pulled me in and hungrily kissed me. We stayed there for what felt like hours as she hugged me into her body and stroked from my hair to my back and cupping my ass.

When she finally pulled away, I was honestly standing there in complete shock at the brazen moves and demands of someone WAY too far out of my league. But as she bit her bottom lip, she grabbed her purse and practically skipped out of the room.

Standing there, I couldn't help but run through the entire last few minutes before breathing a single few words that I seem to repeat to this day. "...what the fuck was that?"

As I sit through class, my attention a million miles away from here, I tried to focus on the night before. A bet? How could I forget about amazing sex with a woman taller and far sexier than anyone else? And how the fuck did I manage it?

A vibration hit my leg, indicating a new text and bringing my focus back to the present. Unknown number? Seriously, I've got no car to extend a warranty on fuckers.

Rolling my eyes, I open the text anyways to find a selfie of Zoe in a sexy pair of blur lingerie, paired with blue leggings. The roll turned into bulging as I realize what exactly I'm looking at and quickly locking my phone.

How the fuck did she get my number? Seriously, what the fuck happened last night? My attention quickly turned to panic as my phone began to vibrate again. And then again. Over and over, in which I finally excused myself from the lecture.

Picture after picture appeared on my screen, each with a different sexy outfit. A see through green lace negligee. A white thong and matching push up bra. Purple booty shorts and topless. Finally, after a ton of pictures later, a single, simple message. "See you tonight handsome."

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Between trying hard not to panic about tonight to trying to remember last night. Relax dumbass whispered the devil on my shoulder. She already knows you don't remember much from last night and told you she's willing to try for a more memorable night tonight. Now get your shit together and man the hell up.

"Yeah... that's right. She's not going to hold it against me since I told her about not remembering last night already." I whispered to myself as the final class ended. "Just got to make sure that I don't get too wasted tonight to remember everything."

And honestly...I should've run while I had the chance. That night, I was greeted by Zoe with an immediate, soul snatching kiss. The hungry kind that gives no doubts to their intentions. Standing there in a pink pair of pj bottoms and my band shirt, she had that sexy smirk on from this morning.

It was all giggles and kissing as she pushed me through the door to my room and slammed it shut. "I've been waiting all fucking day for this,"she practically growled as she pushed me to the bed and crawled on top to straddle me. The look in her eyes were more predatory at this point as she ran her fingers across my chest and quickly began to raise my shirt off.

"The fucking things you did to me last night had me touching myself more than I could count. I missed class because I couldn't concentrate, my roommate thinks I've lost my mind and my vibrator is dead from being on all day!!" Her voice, while seeming calm, was slowly turning more... concerning as she spoke, kissing and even biting at my skin as she tasted every exposed piece she could find.

"Zoe, I've got no problem with going this quick," I start, laughing lightly as she found a ticklish area, "but are you sure we're OK after last night?" The question seemed to stop her for the first time, freezing her in place as she leaned back up to look me in the eyes.

"What do you mean? Did that not mean anything to you? I thought you enjoyed last night. I thought we had a connection." The disappointment in her voice seemed to turn to hurt, then to despair and tragedy. Then the spark in her eyes seemed to reignite into, what I can only describe, as manic. "I just need to make tonight better then!"

And, I am ashamed to say dear readers, that even with many warning bells and "ABANDON SHIP" lights going on in my head...I let her. It started off with her clothes being removed, showing her large chest in a black bra, matching her black thong underneath.

Kissing my body again, she made her way down my chest to my pants and practically clawed them off to show my obvious erection. Licking her lips, she stared at my cock for a few seconds longer than she should have before inhaling it deeply. The sounds of the room echoed with her slurping and moaning as she gave me the sloppiest and quickest blow job of my life.

Her mascara began to run down her cheeks as she choked on my length, her mouth milking me with everything she could. When she pulled away to gasp for air, she would use her hands to work my shaft before forcing herself back down. I could feel her spit dripping down to cover my balls and as my orgasm built to a peak, I gripped her hair and thrust myself to keep her in place.

The look in her eyes showed determination, but as I fired my load down her throat, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Pulling back after milking me for everything she could, she leaned back on the bed and spread her legs for me to show her panties barely covering her arousal underneath.

"Show me you can make me cum like you did last night handsome," she gasped, rubbing her clit in expectation as she smiled wide. Breathing deep from the post climax of my own, I simply nodded and bent between her legs. Now, this is where I know my capabilities.

This woman wanted everything right then and there, but I knew that if we didn't slow down, we'd most likely burn out quicker than we'd like. Holding her legs over my shoulders, I began to kiss her thighs, moving in closer and closer to her sex, before moving to the other thigh and starting all over again.

She moaned and pleaded to hurry, pulling the black clothe out of the way to expose her wetness, a red, soft trimmed pubic area just above her hood. Breathing against her clit, I watched her body tense in need and her eyes filled with pleading mercy. "Please lick me. Lick me please. I fucking need your mouth on my pussy. I need you!!"

And so I obliged. Taking her sex into my mouth, she screamed in delight. Thrusting her hips against my face, she gripped my hair and pulled me into her, grinding against my lips. She was frantic in her thrusting as she cut off my breathing from burying my face into her. But I never quit, working my tongue in flat rotations, gripping her thighs and running my nails across her flawless skin.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes!" She screamed with every thrust, a low, gutteral sound that soon ended with a silent scream that could only be heard by dogs nearby. The cry turned into a loud moan before dying down to a low roar.

Laying back on the bed, I was finally released from my hold, gasping for air as her thighs finally relaxed from their grip. She was a giggling mess as she lay there for a moment longer, spasming before she reached back up to my cock and stroked me.

Now back up to full attention, she licked her lips and looked into my eyes. "I need you to fuck me. I want you destroy my pussy with your cock in every position you can think off before you move to my ass. I want you to fill every hole I have until I'm over flowing with your cum Baby."

Once more. A million red alarms were silenced by my libido as my mind had one single thought. There are worse ways to die.

And so, as I dove into her, my cock pushing deep into this unhinged woman, I felt her nails dragging across my back. Her legs wrapping around my waist. And tenitis in my left ear as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Fuck she's tight! I thought to myself as i began moving, thrusting the best I could with her python grip around my body. But I didn't quit, moving to kiss her lips, which she greedily returned. I could feel the vibration of her moans as I hit her deepest depths over and over again and I could practically feel her nails breaking skin.

But I pressed on, slamming into her in a piston fashion to where she finally loosened her grip and leaned back on the bed. Her eyes seemed to almost glaze over as she mumbled incoherently about her love for me and her desperation for my dick. She shuddered multiple times as she hit each of her climaxes and as she rode them out, she begged me to finish within her.

"I fucking need your cum Baby," she pleaded, gripping my hair and pulling me to her chest. "Fucking fill me. Empty your balls into me so I can feel your seed inside my womb!" Now, I can definitely say that this red flag definitely caught my attention. But at the time, I was so close to cumming after having sex with a woman so far out of my league, that the only fuck to be given about it was the one I was giving her.

"I'm going to cum," I growled, more as a warning at the time, but as her legs tightened around my waist, I could feel her shifting her hips to match my movements. Her eyes never left mine as she began to nod her head and softly demanding for me to finish.

The thrusting got faster and rougher, but as I finally hit my climax, I felt her body tense with mine before shuddering a harsh, almost violent spasm. Her mouth slacked wide, she openly wept at the feeling of my hot load filling her body.

She silently clung to me for a few minutes as she rode out her climax, running her nails down my back in long strokes and never loosening her legs. Finally, she kissed my lips deeply, in a hungry, yet less frantic way before letting me go. We laid there for a few minutes as we breathed in gasps of air and finally laughing lightly.

We cuddled into bed, tired from the days events, but as the Post Nut Clarity began to dissolve, I couldn't help but think of one last thought. "What bet did I win exactly?"

Her giggles seemed to pierce through the now quiet room and she squirmed in my arms, "that you could addict me to your cock without buying me a single drink."