This is an account of AN (24F) and D (23M)'s first time.
The midsummer heat was being matched by the AC, as D looked down at this phone and saw the text. He wiped his brow and smugly smiled to himself, as he mentally prepared for a passionate encounter that weekend.
AN was one of the boldest women he'd ever met, and he felt a power in her eyes he hadn't quite seen before. It was breathtakingly beautiful and captivating all at once. Earlier that evening, they had gone on a drive in D's car, talking and trading life stories. They were both trying to get a read on each other, quite like the game of poker he was currently playing. She never took her mind off him, and he never thought to look at his phone while they were out. Before he dropped her back, D had straightforwardly asked AN if she was interested in taking things further. He had pegged her for a woman who responded to confidence and directness.
Looking at that text, his deductions were confirmed. 'I'm up for it but only with some ground rules. No questions asked or answered, and a big no to drama' she had said. He put his phone down and continued his game of poker; he had no doubt in his mind that he wanted to please this woman in every way he knew.
The next time he saw her, it was a warm Saturday afternoon; his heart raced in anticipation of what was coming that evening. It was almost torture, waiting for her and the sinful passion that would unfailingly follow. The plan was to watch a horror movie at his place, something they both knew was an excuse to get close. When she finally got there, he noticed she wore a black top. One that he had no intention of leaving on her for long.
He took her to his room and politely asked her to get comfortable. He'd prepared a small plate of fruits in an effort to be a good host. She locked eyes with him and they moved in to the bed where he'd set up the movie on a small screen. 'I wish we could skip this part' - they were both, unironically, thinking the same. The movie went on for a short while and D kept thinking 'I must make a move on her, this is too much waiting'. He noticed she smelled amazing - the pheromones were quite apparent and it was starting to turn him on.
At every jump scare in the movie, she would pretend to be scared and he would want to pull her closer. But nobody was making an actual move - it was just an endless loop of physical proximity. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he pulled her up to her feet and tried the oldest move in the book - 'let me see how tall you are'.
He towered over her at the foot of the bed and gazed into her eyes, as she looked up at him. They were 'fuck me right here and now' eyes. He couldn't wait. In near perfect unison, they threw caution to the wind, kissing each other deeply, passionately - as if they were both parched and the other's lips were water. Their bodies flowed in harmony as the kiss turned into an aggressive bout of making out right then and there. Clothes started flying places.
He felt her weight on him as her knees started to buckle. Sensing an opportunity, he pushed her down to her knees and cupped her chin with his hands. She pulled his sweats down to reveal the tent in his boxers from his growing manhood. Looking up briefly, she gave him a look of pure lust that would besmirch any man and proceeded to pull his boxers down. His cock, already almost fully hard, sprang free and poked her in her face. Not wasting another moment, she started touching his length, admiring him and sending jolts up his spine. D was getting desperate now, the anticipation was nearly killing him. He lurched forward in an attempt to get her to put her mouth on his cock. AN opened her mouth and started doing her magic. It was one of the hottest sexual favors he had ever received.
The blowjob was sloppy, wet. The sounds of his groans merged with the ones emanating from his cock hitting the back of her throat, creating something akin to a harmony. She used her tongue to lick his shaft and caress his swollen head, lapping up some of his precum and continuing to bob her head back and forth. 'Oh yes baby, just like that' he moaned as he felt himself get harder, feeling his arousal grow in the confines of her warm mouth. His hands were in her hair, guiding her head back and forth, as he wanted. Sometimes slower, sometimes faster. Sometimes shallower, sometimes deeper. She refused to stop. He didn't want her to - it was like both of them were harboring an addiction for that pleasure.