I'm 22, finished college, have started a decent job with some potential. I'm no Brad Pitt but then I'm not the Hunchback of Notre Dame either. I wrestled in school so am fairly well built. I'm just shy of six feet, dirty blond or light brown hair cut very short. Blue eyes. Wear glasses. I've thought of Lasix but can't bring myself to let anyone cut into my eyes, too scary. Almost as scary as women. For some reason I'm just no good with women. I've dated. A little. I've kissed and hugged and felt a little, outside clothes. But that's it. I'm still a virgin. I'm no prude. I don't want to be a virgin. I masturbate and think of sex. I watch sexy things and read sexy things on the Internet. I think I might know what to do if I ever got in position to do it. But I haven't yet. Maybe I'm too nice, maybe just not aggressive enough. Whatever. Anyway, there it is, that's me.
I'm at a party. I live upstairs in the apartment building. I was probably invited so I wouldn't complain about the noise. I know the people throwing the party but not all that well. And I don't know anyone else in the place. It's crowded. Something like forty or so people in a living room and kitchen. Acros the room I see about the most desirable woman I've ever seen. Red hair. Not bright orange but not real dark, just a nice red. Green eyes. Nice face, sort of a girl next door face. Smiles nice. Great boobs. Nothing outrageous but really, noticeably there. She'll be able to feed babies well. Slimmer waist leading to very female hips, then really shapely legs. Lovely calves. Really sexy to me. Not skinny like some anorexic models but not fat, either. Maybe 10 or 15 pounds more than a model. Just right. Healthy. As perfect as I've seen in my life. I'll probably jerk off later, thinking of her.
I go into the kitchen to get a beer. There's an empty chair at the breakfast table so I sit down and sip from the cold bottle. I'm not great at socializing, talking to strangers. I'm no hermit, I like social occasions, particularly with people I know. And I'm content here, even though I'm not mixing well. The red head comes into the room and looks around. I think she's looking at me. She smiles and walks over and actually sits on my lap. This perfect girl is right up against me. I can feel her breast against me, the weight of her body on me. "Hi," she says. She reaches and sort of grabs the bottle that I'm holding. "Can I?" she asks.
"Sure." She takes the bottle and gets a good swig out of it and hands it back.
"It's crowded," she says, smiling.
"It sure is," I reply, my arm can't help but be around her waist. "I'm Dave," I tell her.
"Nancy," she replies, smiling. Then takes the bottle again and another swig.
Sitting on my lap, I'm looking sideways right into the cleavage of those lovely boobs. I mean, the sexiest girl I've ever seen is sitting on my lap. I'm getting a hard on. It's embarrassing, she'll feel it. I mean, she's sitting right on it. I've got to do something or she'll just get up and walk away. Then before I can say anything, she sort of swivels a little or something, moving her bottom on me. She looks at me and grins. Not smiles, gives me a sort of dirty grin.
"I guess you like me."
I know what she means. She feels my hard on pushing into her. "I'm sorry," I say, "I can't control it. You're very lovely."
She moves her bottom some more, purposely feeling me. "I saw you looking at me in the other room," she says.
This is embarrassing. What do I say. "Well, yes. I'm sorry if it bothered you."
She almost laughed. "Bothered me? Here I am sitting on you. I liked it. I like feeling you against me. It's really what I came here for. Can we go to your place?"
What the? "Uh, yeah, sure, I'd like to." I sit the bottle on the table. She stands up and reaches for my hand as I stand, and then turns and starts to almost pull me through into the other room and across it to the door. We go through and I close it behind us. In the hall she steps up against me and looks up. Even I can figure this out, I put my arms around her, lean my head down and kiss her. She has her arms around me and kisses back.
"Now where?" she asks as we break the kiss but still hold each other. It feels as if she's purposely pushing her hips against me as she leans back a little.
"Oh, uh, upstairs. I live upstairs." I turn a little and head to the stairs. She grabs my hand and follows. After just a couple steps she's ahead of me, almost pulling me along. What is this? She's in a hurry. A hurry to get fucked? Anyway, we get to my small apartment and inside the door. Facing me, she unzips my fly and reaches in and pulls out my cock. My very hard cock. The first time a girl has ever held it. She looks around and pushes me a little back towards a chair until my legs hit it. She pushes more and I sit down. Through all of this, she has hold of my cock and she doesn't say anything and I don't say anything. It takes seconds. She straddles me, lets go of my cock for a moment to reach up under herself and it looks as if she's pulling her panties to the side. Her other hand is on my shoulder, balancing herself. She grabs my cock again and moves to get herself over it.
'Wait a minute," I blurt out.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asks, poised with her breasts right in front of my face.
"Yeah, I want to very much. But not like this. This isn't sexy. I need it to be sexy."
"Sexy?" she almost yells. "How can it not be sexy to have me push your cock right up into me?"