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She opened the door in my gray hoodie and the black sleep shorts, no makeup, hair failing out of a clip, and the hallway light cut across her mouth before I even stepped inside. The Thai was already cooling through the plastic in my hand, drunken noodles for her, pad thai for me, from the place on 4th, and her room smelled like vanilla lotion and old laundry and the last of Paige's perfume, which meant Paige was gone, which I already knew.

Cole was at a 21st. I had sat on that text for twenty minutes in my kitchen before I said I was coming.

We ate on the bed with the desk lamp on and the overhead off, yellow close light on her hands, on the containers, on the strip of thigh where the shorts had ridden up. She kept turning her phone face down and then checking it anyway, and Cole had not texted, and every time the screen lit her face I watched her mouth flatten and then pretend it had not.

Wednesday had happened on this same bed. I kept seeing it while I chewed. Her knees pulled up. The FaceTime that had lasted ten minutes. He was tired. He was already in bed. He did not ask her anything. She locked her phone and looked at the wall and then she told me he had never gone down on her, not once, and that he had said he was just not a going down guy, and that she waited until he fell asleep and finished with her fingers in the bathroom so she would not make him feel bad.

I had told her that was fucked. I had told her she deserved to come in someone's mouth. I had not offered mine. I had hugged her and taken a piece of her gum and walked home in the cold and gotten into my own bed like I was fine.

Thursday she stole my fries at lunch and I looked at her mouth and looked away. Friday in psych she wore a skirt and put her thigh against mine the way she always did, and I sat through the lecture getting wet, furious at myself, and that night I put my hand in my shorts in the dark and had to stop because it was her I was thinking about, her pussy, that small voice on this bed, and my ex used to go down on me like it was nothing, like he wanted it, and the difference had been sitting in my body for four days.

I looked at her thigh. She caught me looking and did not say anything. She tucked her hair behind her ear and went pink and went back to the noodles like that would save us.

I wanted to keep being only angry for her. I was angry for her. I was also wet, I could feel it against my underwear, and I sat there with cold pad thai and let myself know what I was going to do.

I told her I had been thinking about what she said, and she went still, chopsticks stopped over the container, and I told her I had not stopped, and I told her if she wanted, I would. I would eat her pussy. I said it in her room with the Thai still on the nightstand and my face gone hot, and she looked at me like she was waiting for the joke.

There was not one. I said I could lock the door.

She nodded, very small, and whispered okay.

I got up and turned the lock and left the desk lamp where it was, and the yellow of it made the room smaller when I came back to the bed. She was already breathing harder. I could see it in the hoodie. I put my hands on her knees and waited until she let them fall open, and then I pulled the shorts down, and she was not wearing anything under them.

She was already wet, shiny with it, a dark spot soaked into the crotch of the shorts, and when I spread her with my thumbs it clung in a string between my fingers. I could smell her before I put my mouth on her, warm, vanilla on her inner thighs, and under that it was just pussy, clean, not sweet. She had her head tipped back against the pillows with her hand over her mouth, watching me between her fingers, and I held her open and licked her from the bottom all the way up.

The first pass was skin and lotion. Then her clit, saltier, warmer, coating my tongue. She made a sound into her palm and her hips jumped and I did it again, slower, and she was so wet it was on my chin immediately, that small wet sound in the quiet room, and it started running down toward her ass and I licked that too because it was there and I wanted all of it. I told her she tasted good. I meant it. Clean pussy, not perfume, not fruit, just her, and the more I licked the more there was, slick and warm, and I kept swallowing because there was nowhere else for it to go.

I did what I like done to me. I sucked her clit into my mouth and used the flat of my tongue under it, and I put two fingers in her because she was open enough that it was easy, hot, tight, and she clenched when I curled them, and she said wait, there, there, wrecked and trying to keep it down because the walls were thin even with Paige gone. Her other hand found my hair and pulled too hard. My jaw started to ache and I did not stop. I was dripping into my own underwear, I could feel it when I shifted on my knees, her smell all over my face, her thighs starting to shake against my ears.

It took time. My knees hurt. My mouth was shiny. Her wetness ran down my wrist onto the sheet. Every time she slipped and a moan got out I sucked harder and fucked her slower with my fingers so she would feel the shape of it, and she came with her thighs clamped around my head and her hand smashed over her mouth, and I felt her pulse against my tongue, and then there was more of it, thinner, wetter, and I stayed and licked her through it because that was the point, not the bathroom, not her fingers after Cole rolled over, this, her coming in my mouth for real.

She got too sensitive and pushed at my head, and I sat up with it on my mouth and my chin and the tip of my nose. She looked wrecked, shiny, my hoodie rucked up under her tits, and she started laughing, a small shocked sound, and I laughed too with her taste still in my mouth, and I could see how wet the sheet was under her ass.

I told her I would do that whenever she wanted, any time she felt like coming in someone's mouth and Cole was not going to be that person, she could text me. She covered her face with both hands and said you're insane, and then she said okay, and she pulled me up until I was lying beside her with her leg thrown over mine, and my face was still wet, and I did not wipe it off.

Later I walked home with it still on my tongue, salt and clean and a little vanilla at the edges, and I kept running my tongue over my teeth in the dark, and I already knew what I was going to say when she texted.

Sienna told me her boyfriend doesn't eat pussy on a random Wednesday night in her dorm, and I walked back to mine like a normal person, and then I did not have one normal thought for four days.

We're both 18, freshman year, attached at the hip since move-in, and I can tell you the stupidest shit about her, like how she steals my hoodies and eats the frosting off cupcakes first and cries at dog videos, and I did not know until last week that her boyfriend Cole, who's 20, has never gone down on her. Not once. He told her he's just not a going down guy, like it was a fun fact about himself, and she said it to me sitting on her bed in those black sleep shorts with her knees pulled up, and her voice got small in this way that made me want to put my fist through his stupid face.

We were supposed to be half studying. Paige, her roommate, was at her boyfriend's. Cole had just gotten off FaceTime with her, ten minutes, he was tired, he was already in bed, he didn't ask her anything. She locked her phone, stared at the wall, and then she told me, and she also told me she waits until he's asleep and finishes with her fingers in the bathroom so she doesn't make him feel bad, which is so depressing I wanted to scream. I told her that was fucked. I told her she deserves to come in someone's mouth. I did not say I could do it. I hugged her, I stole a piece of her gum, I walked home in the cold, and I went to bed like I was fine.

I was not fine.

Thursday we got lunch and she stole my fries like she always does and I kept looking at her mouth and then looking away like a freak. Friday we have psych together and she wore a skirt and sat with her thigh against my thigh the way she always does, except now I could feel the heat of it and I kept thinking about her in those sleep shorts saying he just doesn't do it, and I got wet in class, which is so embarrassing I almost walked out 😭 My ex used to go down on me like it was nothing, like he actually wanted to, and that night I lay in bed thinking about that, and then I had my hand in my shorts and I had to stop because I was thinking about Sienna's pussy and that is not a thought you're supposed to have about your best friend.

Saturday she texted me Cole's at some 21st, Paige is gone, come over. I sat on that text for like twenty minutes before I said yes, which I never do, I always just go. I brought Thai from the place on 4th, drunken noodles for her, pad thai for me, and she opened the door in MY gray hoodie and those same black sleep shorts and no makeup and I got this drop in my chest like oh. Oh no.

We ate on her bed. We talked about nothing. She kept checking if Cole had texted and he hadn't, and the longer we sat there the more I could feel Wednesday sitting in the room with us, and I kept looking at the strip of her thigh where the shorts had ridden up, and she caught me once and didn't say anything, she just tucked her hair behind her ear and went pink. I wanted to pretend I was only mad for her. I was mad for her. I was also so turned on I could feel it in my underwear and I hated that, and I also didn't, and I sat there eating cold noodles trying to decide if I was going to be a coward again.

I wasn't.

I told her I had been thinking about what she said, and she went still, and I told her I couldn't stop, and I told her if she wanted, I would. I would eat her pussy. I said it like that, out loud, in her dorm, with the Thai containers still on the nightstand, and my face was so hot I wanted to die, and she stared at me for a second like she was checking if I was joking. I wasn't. I said I could lock the door. She nodded, very small, and whispered okay, and that okay did something to me I am not going to recover from 💀

I locked the door. I turned off the overhead light so it was just her desk lamp, yellow and close. I got back on the bed and she was already breathing like she'd been running, and I put my hands on her knees and waited until she let them fall open, and then I pulled her shorts down and she wasn't wearing anything under them, and I am not kidding, she was already so wet it was shiny on her, it had soaked a little dark spot into the crotch of the shorts, and when I spread her with my thumbs it clung in a string between my fingers.

I could smell her before I even put my mouth on her. Warm, a little like her vanilla lotion on her inner thighs, and then under that it was just pussy, clean, not sweet. I looked at her. She had her head tipped back against the pillows with her hand over her mouth already, watching me between her fingers, and I had this very calm, very insane thought of I am going to eat my best friend's pussy on purpose, not drunk in a bathroom, on purpose, and then I licked her from the bottom all the way up.

The first lick was mostly the taste of skin and lotion and then I got to her clit and it was saltier, warmer, it coated my tongue. She made a sound into her hand and her hips jumped and I held her thighs open and did it again, slower, and she was so wet it was on my chin immediately, it made that wet little sound, and it started running down toward her ass and I licked that too because it was there and I wanted all of it. I told her she tasted good, and I meant it, it tasted like clean pussy, not perfume, not fruit, just her, and the more I licked the wetter she got, like it was coming out of her, slick and warm, and I kept swallowing because there was nowhere else for it to go.

I didn't totally know what I was doing so I did what I like, I sucked her clit into my mouth and used the flat of my tongue under it, and I put two fingers in her because she was open enough that it was easy, hot, tight, she clenched when I curled them, and she said wait, there, there, in this wrecked whisper that I am going to hear for the rest of my life. Her other hand was in my hair too hard. My jaw started to ache and I did not care. My own pussy was so wet I could feel it when I shifted on my knees and that is so humiliating to admit but it's true, I was dripping from eating her out, from the smell, from her thighs shaking against my ears.

It took a while. Like actually a while, not a cute amount of time, my knees hurt, my mouth was shiny, her wetness was down my wrist. She kept trying to stay quiet because even with Paige gone the walls are trash, and every time she slipped and let a moan out I got meaner about it, I sucked harder, I fucked her with my fingers slower so she could feel it. She came with her thighs clamped around my head and her hand smashed over her mouth and I felt it, I felt her pulse against my tongue, and there was more of it suddenly, thinner, wetter, and I stayed there and licked her through it because that was the whole point, I wanted her to come in someone's mouth for real, not the bathroom finger version she does after Cole rolls over.

She was too sensitive after and she pushed at my head and I sat up with it all over my mouth and my chin and even the tip of my nose, and she looked at me like that, wrecked, shiny, my hoodie rucked up under her tits, and she started laughing this tiny shocked laugh and I started laughing too because WHAT. What did we just do. I could still taste her. I could see how wet the sheet was under her ass.

I told her I would do that whenever she wanted, any time she felt like coming in someone's mouth and Cole wasn't going to be that person, she could just text me. She covered her face with both hands and said you're insane, and then she said okay, and then she pulled me up and we lay there with her leg over mine, not talking, and my face was still wet and I didn't wipe it off yet because I didn't want to.

I walked home after and I could still taste her, salt and clean and a little vanilla at the edges, and I kept running my tongue over my teeth like a psychopath 😇 Now she texts me at night sometimes and I already know what it means, and I told her yes already, so like. Here we are.

Sienna told me her boyfriend doesn't eat pussy on a random Wednesday night in her dorm, and I walked back to mine like a normal person, and then I did not have one normal thought for four days.

We're both 18, freshman year, attached at the hip since move-in, and I can tell you the stupidest shit about her, like how she steals my hoodies and eats the frosting off cupcakes first and cries at dog videos, and I did not know until last week that her boyfriend Cole, who's 20, has never gone down on her. Not once. He told her he's just not a going down guy, like it was a fun fact about himself, and she said it to me sitting on her bed in those black sleep shorts with her knees pulled up, and her voice got small in this way that made me want to put my fist through his stupid face.

We were supposed to be half studying. Paige, her roommate, was at her boyfriend's. Cole had just gotten off FaceTime with her, ten minutes, he was tired, he was already in bed, he didn't ask her anything. She locked her phone, stared at the wall, and then she told me, and she also told me she waits until he's asleep and finishes with her fingers in the bathroom so she doesn't make him feel bad, which is so depressing I wanted to scream. I told her that was fucked. I told her she deserves to come in someone's mouth. I did not say I could do it. I hugged her, I stole a piece of her gum, I walked home in the cold, and I went to bed like I was fine.

I was not fine.

Thursday we got lunch and she stole my fries like she always does and I kept looking at her mouth and then looking away like a freak. Friday we have psych together and she wore a skirt and sat with her thigh against my thigh the way she always does, except now I could feel the heat of it and I kept thinking about her in those sleep shorts saying he just doesn't do it, and I got wet in class, which is so embarrassing I almost walked out 😭 My ex used to go down on me like it was nothing, like he actually wanted to, and that night I lay in bed thinking about that, and then I had my hand in my shorts and I had to stop because I was thinking about Sienna's pussy and that is not a thought you're supposed to have about your best friend.

Saturday she texted me Cole's at some 21st, Paige is gone, come over. I sat on that text for like twenty minutes before I said yes, which I never do, I always just go. I brought Thai from the place on 4th, drunken noodles for her, pad thai for me, and she opened the door in MY gray hoodie and those same black sleep shorts and no makeup and I got this drop in my chest like oh. Oh no.

We ate on her bed. We talked about nothing. She kept checking if Cole had texted and he hadn't, and the longer we sat there the more I could feel Wednesday sitting in the room with us, and I kept looking at the strip of her thigh where the shorts had ridden up, and she caught me once and didn't say anything, she just tucked her hair behind her ear and went pink. I wanted to pretend I was only mad for her. I was mad for her. I was also so turned on I could feel it in my underwear and I hated that, and I also didn't, and I sat there eating cold noodles trying to decide if I was going to be a coward again.

I wasn't.

I told her I had been thinking about what she said, and she went still, and I told her I couldn't stop, and I told her if she wanted, I would. I would eat her pussy. I said it like that, out loud, in her dorm, with the Thai containers still on the nightstand, and my face was so hot I wanted to die, and she stared at me for a second like she was checking if I was joking. I wasn't. I said I could lock the door. She nodded, very small, and whispered okay, and that okay did something to me I am not going to recover from 💀

I locked the door. I turned off the overhead light so it was just her desk lamp, yellow and close. I got back on the bed and she was already breathing like she'd been running, and I put my hands on her knees and waited until she let them fall open, and then I pulled her shorts down and she wasn't wearing anything under them, and I am not kidding, she was already so wet it was shiny on her, it had soaked a little dark spot into the crotch of the shorts, and when I spread her with my thumbs it clung in a string between my fingers.

I could smell her before I even put my mouth on her. Warm, a little like her vanilla lotion on her inner thighs, and then under that it was just pussy, clean, not sweet. I looked at her. She had her head tipped back against the pillows with her hand over her mouth already, watching me between her fingers, and I had this very calm, very insane thought of I am going to eat my best friend's pussy on purpose, not drunk in a bathroom, on purpose, and then I licked her from the bottom all the way up.

The first lick was mostly the taste of skin and lotion and then I got to her clit and it was saltier, warmer, it coated my tongue. She made a sound into her hand and her hips jumped and I held her thighs open and did it again, slower, and she was so wet it was on my chin immediately, it made that wet little sound, and it started running down toward her ass and I licked that too because it was there and I wanted all of it. I told her she tasted good, and I meant it, it tasted like clean pussy, not perfume, not fruit, just her, and the more I licked the wetter she got, like it was coming out of her, slick and warm, and I kept swallowing because there was nowhere else for it to go.

I didn't totally know what I was doing so I did what I like, I sucked her clit into my mouth and used the flat of my tongue under it, and I put two fingers in her because she was open enough that it was easy, hot, tight, she clenched when I curled them, and she said wait, there, there, in this wrecked whisper that I am going to hear for the rest of my life. Her other hand was in my hair too hard. My jaw started to ache and I did not care. My own pussy was so wet I could feel it when I shifted on my knees and that is so humiliating to admit but it's true, I was dripping from eating her out, from the smell, from her thighs shaking against my ears.

It took a while. Like actually a while, not a cute amount of time, my knees hurt, my mouth was shiny, her wetness was down my wrist. She kept trying to stay quiet because even with Paige gone the walls are trash, and every time she slipped and let a moan out I got meaner about it, I sucked harder, I fucked her with my fingers slower so she could feel it. She came with her thighs clamped around my head and her hand smashed over her mouth and I felt it, I felt her pulse against my tongue, and there was more of it suddenly, thinner, wetter, and I stayed there and licked her through it because that was the whole point, I wanted her to come in someone's mouth for real, not the bathroom finger version she does after Cole rolls over.

She was too sensitive after and she pushed at my head and I sat up with it all over my mouth and my chin and even the tip of my nose, and she looked at me like that, wrecked, shiny, my hoodie rucked up under her tits, and she started laughing this tiny shocked laugh and I started laughing too because WHAT. What did we just do. I could still taste her. I could see how wet the sheet was under her ass.

I told her I would do that whenever she wanted, any time she felt like coming in someone's mouth and Cole wasn't going to be that person, she could just text me. She covered her face with both hands and said you're insane, and then she said okay, and then she pulled me up and we lay there with her leg over mine, not talking, and my face was still wet and I didn't wipe it off yet because I didn't want to.

I walked home after and I could still taste her, salt and clean and a little vanilla at the edges, and I kept running my tongue over my teeth like a psychopath 😇 Now she texts me at night sometimes and I already know what it means, and I told her yes already, so like. Here we are.

Sienna told me her boyfriend doesn't eat pussy on a random Wednesday night in her dorm, and I walked back to mine like a normal person, and then I did not have one normal thought for four days.

We're both 18, freshman year, attached at the hip since move-in, and I can tell you the stupidest shit about her, like how she steals my hoodies and eats the frosting off cupcakes first and cries at dog videos, and I did not know until last week that her boyfriend Cole, who's 20, has never gone down on her. Not once. He told her he's just not a going down guy, like it was a fun fact about himself, and she said it to me sitting on her bed in those black sleep shorts with her knees pulled up, and her voice got small in this way that made me want to put my fist through his stupid face.

We were supposed to be half studying. Paige, her roommate, was at her boyfriend's. Cole had just gotten off FaceTime with her, ten minutes, he was tired, he was already in bed, he didn't ask her anything. She locked her phone, stared at the wall, and then she told me, and she also told me she waits until he's asleep and finishes with her fingers in the bathroom so she doesn't make him feel bad, which is so depressing I wanted to scream. I told her that was fucked. I told her she deserves to come in someone's mouth. I did not say I could do it. I hugged her, I stole a piece of her gum, I walked home in the cold, and I went to bed like I was fine.

I was not fine.

Thursday we got lunch and she stole my fries like she always does and I kept looking at her mouth and then looking away like a freak. Friday we have psych together and she wore a skirt and sat with her thigh against my thigh the way she always does, except now I could feel the heat of it and I kept thinking about her in those sleep shorts saying he just doesn't do it, and I got wet in class, which is so embarrassing I almost walked out 😭 My ex used to go down on me like it was nothing, like he actually wanted to, and that night I lay in bed thinking about that, and then I had my hand in my shorts and I had to stop because I was thinking about Sienna's pussy and that is not a thought you're supposed to have about your best friend.

Saturday she texted me Cole's at some 21st, Paige is gone, come over. I sat on that text for like twenty minutes before I said yes, which I never do, I always just go. I brought Thai from the place on 4th, drunken noodles for her, pad thai for me, and she opened the door in MY gray hoodie and those same black sleep shorts and no makeup and I got this drop in my chest like oh. Oh no.

We ate on her bed. We talked about nothing. She kept checking if Cole had texted and he hadn't, and the longer we sat there the more I could feel Wednesday sitting in the room with us, and I kept looking at the strip of her thigh where the shorts had ridden up, and she caught me once and didn't say anything, she just tucked her hair behind her ear and went pink. I wanted to pretend I was only mad for her. I was mad for her. I was also so turned on I could feel it in my underwear and I hated that, and I also didn't, and I sat there eating cold noodles trying to decide if I was going to be a coward again.

I wasn't.

I told her I had been thinking about what she said, and she went still, and I told her I couldn't stop, and I told her if she wanted, I would. I would eat her pussy. I said it like that, out loud, in her dorm, with the Thai containers still on the nightstand, and my face was so hot I wanted to die, and she stared at me for a second like she was checking if I was joking. I wasn't. I said I could lock the door. She nodded, very small, and whispered okay, and that okay did something to me I am not going to recover from 💀

I locked the door. I turned off the overhead light so it was just her desk lamp, yellow and close. I got back on the bed and she was already breathing like she'd been running, and I put my hands on her knees and waited until she let them fall open, and then I pulled her shorts down and she wasn't wearing anything under them, and I am not kidding, she was already so wet it was shiny on her, it had soaked a little dark spot into the crotch of the shorts, and when I spread her with my thumbs it clung in a string between my fingers.

I could smell her before I even put my mouth on her. Warm, a little like her vanilla lotion on her inner thighs, and then under that it was just pussy, clean, not sweet. I looked at her. She had her head tipped back against the pillows with her hand over her mouth already, watching me between her fingers, and I had this very calm, very insane thought of I am going to eat my best friend's pussy on purpose, not drunk in a bathroom, on purpose, and then I licked her from the bottom all the way up.

The first lick was mostly the taste of skin and lotion and then I got to her clit and it was saltier, warmer, it coated my tongue. She made a sound into her hand and her hips jumped and I held her thighs open and did it again, slower, and she was so wet it was on my chin immediately, it made that wet little sound, and it started running down toward her ass and I licked that too because it was there and I wanted all of it. I told her she tasted good, and I meant it, it tasted like clean pussy, not perfume, not fruit, just her, and the more I licked the wetter she got, like it was coming out of her, slick and warm, and I kept swallowing because there was nowhere else for it to go.

I didn't totally know what I was doing so I did what I like, I sucked her clit into my mouth and used the flat of my tongue under it, and I put two fingers in her because she was open enough that it was easy, hot, tight, she clenched when I curled them, and she said wait, there, there, in this wrecked whisper that I am going to hear for the rest of my life. Her other hand was in my hair too hard. My jaw started to ache and I did not care. My own pussy was so wet I could feel it when I shifted on my knees and that is so humiliating to admit but it's true, I was dripping from eating her out, from the smell, from her thighs shaking against my ears.

It took a while. Like actually a while, not a cute amount of time, my knees hurt, my mouth was shiny, her wetness was down my wrist. She kept trying to stay quiet because even with Paige gone the walls are trash, and every time she slipped and let a moan out I got meaner about it, I sucked harder, I fucked her with my fingers slower so she could feel it. She came with her thighs clamped around my head and her hand smashed over her mouth and I felt it, I felt her pulse against my tongue, and there was more of it suddenly, thinner, wetter, and I stayed there and licked her through it because that was the whole point, I wanted her to come in someone's mouth for real, not the bathroom finger version she does after Cole rolls over.

She was too sensitive after and she pushed at my head and I sat up with it all over my mouth and my chin and even the tip of my nose, and she looked at me like that, wrecked, shiny, my hoodie rucked up under her tits, and she started laughing this tiny shocked laugh and I started laughing too because WHAT. What did we just do. I could still taste her. I could see how wet the sheet was under her ass.

I told her I would do that whenever she wanted, any time she felt like coming in someone's mouth and Cole wasn't going to be that person, she could just text me. She covered her face with both hands and said you're insane, and then she said okay, and then she pulled me up and we lay there with her leg over mine, not talking, and my face was still wet and I didn't wipe it off yet because I didn't want to.

I walked home after and I could still taste her, salt and clean and a little vanilla at the edges, and I kept running my tongue over my teeth like a psychopath 😇 Now she texts me at night sometimes and I already know what it means, and I told her yes already, so like. Here we are.

Okay so I worked at this coffee shop for a few months to cover some expenses and it was actually a really fun job and I was good at it and I also quickly figured out that showing up without a bra made the tip jar significantly happier by end of day which is just science and I was simply applying it, no notes, fully committed to the methodology lol.

I also had a personal rule that if I was feeling a certain kind of way in the morning I would skip underwear too because there is something about standing behind a counter taking orders all day while wearing absolutely nothing under your uniform that makes the shift go by in a very interesting way and I had discovered this by accident and then immediately made it a recurring choice, which says a lot about me as a person and I stand by all of it.

So this one shift I was bra-less AND underwear-less and feeling absolutely feral from the jump and tips were coming in great, dollars here, fives there, people were generous and I was in a good mood and everything was going well and then this guy came in and I want to be clear that I had seen him in the shop maybe twice before and had absolutely clocked him both times and done nothing about it because he was a customer and I was a professional, mostly 😭

Ordered a medium black coffee, very normal, paid, very normal, and then when I leaned over the counter to hand it to him he put something directly into my hand and it was a fifty dollar bill with a phone number written on it and he held eye contact for maybe one and a half seconds and then just took his coffee and went and sat down like he hadn't just completely detonated my entire afternoon.

Now look, the fifty dollars was cute and I appreciated it but let's be real, if he had been unattractive that number was going straight in the trash, like I'm not doing anything for money I would not do for free for the right person, but he was genuinely nice looking and I had already thought about him twice before and the fifty was just a fun bonus on top of a decision I was probably already going to make lol.

I stood at that counter for a solid ten seconds just staring at the bill like it was a puzzle I needed to solve and then I came back to earth and finished making the drinks in the queue and spent the rest of the shift glancing over at him sitting there completely calm and unbothered at his little table while I was over here basically malfunctioning, like sir you cannot just DO that and then sit there reading your phone, every time I looked at him I felt my pussy clench and I nearly put oat milk in someone's latte who specifically asked for almond and that would have been HIS fault actually.

Texted the number on my break from the back room, just a single question mark because I am a woman of few words, and he sent back his name and said he could pick me up after my shift and I said okay and floated back out to the counter with forty five minutes left on the clock feeling like a cartoon character with little hearts for eyes 😭

He was already waiting outside when I finished, nice car, window down, that same calm expression and I got in and he asked if I was hungry and I said not for food and genuinely I could see him trying not to smile and losing.

He drove us to this quiet residential street like five minutes away, parked under some trees, afternoon light coming through, nobody around, and I didn't even wait for him to say anything I just reached over and got his belt open because he had been very patient and I felt like rewarding that.

He was already getting hard before I got his jeans down properly and when I wrapped my hand around his cock I took one actual second to appreciate what I was working with because I deserved that moment and then I got my mouth on him and decided that a man this attractive and this patient warranted a very unhurried and very thorough approach lol.

I started slow, super wet, lots of spit, working him with my hand and my mouth together while he settled back into the seat and put one hand in my hair and just rested it there not pushing just present and his breathing in that quiet car started doing things to me immediately, like I was already soaking before I even started and now I was absolutely dripping, so I got my other hand between my own thighs because I needed something to do with all of that and he noticed and made a sound that I felt in places that were not involved in this situation 😭

I took my time with him, kept the pace slow and deliberate, sloppy and wet and deep, coming up gasping and going back down and taking him to the back of my throat and holding it there until my eyes were streaming and my mascara was completely done for, and he was gripping my hair properly now and his whole body had this tension to it like a guy trying very hard to hold something together and failing beautifully, and I edged him completely by accident just by being thorough, like I wasn't even trying to do that I was just enjoying myself and he was just suffering and that's on him for being so good looking honestly.

When I finally let him come I stayed all the way down and swallowed everything and then looked up at him and he was staring at the ceiling of his car with the expression of a man who had just finished a very long and difficult journey and arrived somewhere excellent.

I quit that job a few weeks later but I kept his number and he kept mine and that fifty dollars was genuinely the best return on investment either of us has ever seen and I think about it sometimes when I need to feel good about my decision making 😌

So I fell down a rabbit hole online about how you can apparently make a guy cum with ZERO physical contact, purely mental stimulation, and I did not believe it for one second but I also could not stop thinking about it and those two things together are a dangerous combination for everyone around me lol.

Someone in the comments mentioned the rubber hand illusion which is this psychology thing where you trick your brain into feeling sensations in a fake hand by touching the real hand and a fake hand simultaneously until the brain makes the association and starts registering the fake one as real, and apparently the same principle could theoretically apply to other body parts with the right setup and I was like. I need to try this on someone immediately.

My friend has this 19 year old guy in her life who has had an obvious thing for me forever, always finding excuses to be around, staring, the whole routine. Sweet, cute, also a virgin which felt scientifically relevant because less established neural pathways or whatever, I took one psychology class and I am absolutely running with it 😭

I texted him and said don't touch yourself for four days and come over Saturday. No explanation. He said okay within thirty seconds which honestly tells you everything you need to know about the situation lol.

He shows up Saturday looking like a man on the edge of something, practically vibrating, and I explained the experiment and laid out the rules, hands flat on the mattress at all times, no touching his cock, no moving, just sit there and let me work. He stripped and sat on the edge of my bed and his cock was ALREADY fully hard before I had done a single thing and I thought okay this is promising.

I had a realistic dildo ready for the association phase. Started touching both at the same time, same rhythm, same pressure, real and fake simultaneously, trying to build the neural connection the way the theory described. He was breathing like he'd sprinted somewhere just from my hands near him and his cock was dripping at the tip and I thought we were getting somewhere and then I pulled back from the real contact and worked just the dildo and his face was doing something interesting but his cock was not cumming and the experiment was not cooperating lol.

So I changed tactics. Stood up and stripped slowly right in front of him, took my absolute time about it, and his cock was jumping around and his hands were completely flat on the mattress like a desperate good boy and I was honestly impressed by the self control but STILL nothing, no cum, just this absolutely furious throbbing cock that wanted everything and was getting nothing.

I pulled the chair right up next to him, close enough that he could literally smell my pussy, and spread my legs and got two fingers inside myself and started moaning loud, like embarrassingly loud, and told him look how fucking wet you make me and imagine how tight and warm this pussy would feel wrapped around your cock and this is all for you baby and he was GOING INSANE, breathing so hard, cock absolutely soaked with his own precum, hands shaking on the mattress trying to stay still and still NOTHING, no cumming, just suffering lol.

I grabbed my vibrator and pressed it to my clit and kept going, kept moaning, kept talking dirty, my pussy completely dripping at this point and honestly I felt bad lol like his cock was RIGHT THERE and I was so wet and the experiment was clearly not working and I did not want to leave him like that so I just laughed and said okay forget the science, mouth or sit on you.

He said sit on him before I finished the sentence.

I was already so soaking wet I climbed straight on and lined his cock up and the SECOND my pussy lips touched the tip of his cock he just absolutely lost it, huge load shooting inside me before I'd even started sinking down, four days of nothing just unloading into me all at once while he made a sound that I think came from somewhere very deep and very relieved 😭

I slid all the way down anyway and let him pump everything he had left deep inside me and his cock was twitching inside my pussy while he finished and I just stayed there after rocking gently, letting him feel my warm pussy around him while he caught his breath and played with my tits and I kissed him a little because it was his first time and it felt like the right move lol.

The rubber hand illusion did not work, everything after it did. Net positive, would attempt again, also still curious if the theory holds under better conditions so if anyone has successfully done this PLEASE explain your methodology 😭

So I fell down a rabbit hole online about how you can apparently make a guy cum with ZERO physical contact, purely mental stimulation, and I did not believe it for one second but I also could not stop thinking about it and those two things together are a dangerous combination for everyone around me lol.

Someone in the comments mentioned the rubber hand illusion which is this psychology thing where you trick your brain into feeling sensations in a fake hand by touching the real hand and a fake hand simultaneously until the brain makes the association and starts registering the fake one as real, and apparently the same principle could theoretically apply to other body parts with the right setup and I was like. I need to try this on someone immediately.

My friend has this 19 year old guy in her life who has had an obvious thing for me forever, always finding excuses to be around, staring, the whole routine. Sweet, cute, also a virgin which felt scientifically relevant because less established neural pathways or whatever, I took one psychology class and I am absolutely running with it 😭

I texted him and said don't touch yourself for four days and come over Saturday. No explanation. He said okay within thirty seconds which honestly tells you everything you need to know about the situation lol.

He shows up Saturday looking like a man on the edge of something, practically vibrating, and I explained the experiment and laid out the rules, hands flat on the mattress at all times, no touching his cock, no moving, just sit there and let me work. He stripped and sat on the edge of my bed and his cock was ALREADY fully hard before I had done a single thing and I thought okay this is promising.

I had a realistic dildo ready for the association phase. Started touching both at the same time, same rhythm, same pressure, real and fake simultaneously, trying to build the neural connection the way the theory described. He was breathing like he'd sprinted somewhere just from my hands near him and his cock was dripping at the tip and I thought we were getting somewhere and then I pulled back from the real contact and worked just the dildo and his face was doing something interesting but his cock was not cumming and the experiment was not cooperating lol.

So I changed tactics. Stood up and stripped slowly right in front of him, took my absolute time about it, and his cock was jumping around and his hands were completely flat on the mattress like a desperate good boy and I was honestly impressed by the self control but STILL nothing, no cum, just this absolutely furious throbbing cock that wanted everything and was getting nothing.

I pulled the chair right up next to him, close enough that he could literally smell my pussy, and spread my legs and got two fingers inside myself and started moaning loud, like embarrassingly loud, and told him look how fucking wet you make me and imagine how tight and warm this pussy would feel wrapped around your cock and this is all for you baby and he was GOING INSANE, breathing so hard, cock absolutely soaked with his own precum, hands shaking on the mattress trying to stay still and still NOTHING, no cumming, just suffering lol.

I grabbed my vibrator and pressed it to my clit and kept going, kept moaning, kept talking dirty, my pussy completely dripping at this point and honestly I felt bad lol like his cock was RIGHT THERE and I was so wet and the experiment was clearly not working and I did not want to leave him like that so I just laughed and said okay forget the science, mouth or sit on you.

He said sit on him before I finished the sentence.

I was already so soaking wet I climbed straight on and lined his cock up and the SECOND my pussy lips touched the tip of his cock he just absolutely lost it, huge load shooting inside me before I'd even started sinking down, four days of nothing just unloading into me all at once while he made a sound that I think came from somewhere very deep and very relieved 😭

I slid all the way down anyway and let him pump everything he had left deep inside me and his cock was twitching inside my pussy while he finished and I just stayed there after rocking gently, letting him feel my warm pussy around him while he caught his breath and played with my tits and I kissed him a little because it was his first time and it felt like the right move lol.

The rubber hand illusion did not work, everything after it did. Net positive, would attempt again, also still curious if the theory holds under better conditions so if anyone has successfully done this PLEASE explain your methodology 😭

It was her idea and I want that on record because when I try to explain this to myself in hindsight I need to be clear that I did not plan any of it.

The three of us had history. A few months back something had happened between us that went extremely well and left all three of us in this ongoing situation where the flirting never fully stopped and the texts kept coming and nobody was pretending they didn't want to do it again. The problem was distance, a whole province of it between her and us, and for a while that distance just sat there being inconvenient.

Then she suggested FaceTime.

I felt strange about it in a logistical way, unsure where to look or how it was supposed to work or what the rhythm of something like that even was. But we had already started by the time she called. He was behind me, deep and steady, both hands on my hips, and I was already far enough gone that thinking clearly was becoming optional, and then my phone lit up on the pillow in front of me with her name on the screen and I reached out and answered it without fully deciding to.

Her face appeared and she saw immediately what she had called into and her expression did something that went straight through me, this specific combination of wanting and satisfaction, and I heard him make a sound behind me when he saw her on the screen and felt him get harder inside me which was its own piece of information.

We looked at each other through the phone for a moment. Him still moving behind me, slow and deep, me trying to hold the camera steady and mostly failing.

Then she reached down and pulled her shirt off.

She has incredible tits and I am practically bi and both of those things are relevant here because the moment the shirt came off I made a sound I had not planned on making, something that came from somewhere involuntary, and he groaned behind me and his hips snapped forward harder and I grabbed the pillow and held on. She held the camera up and let us look and she was watching our faces while we did and the specific power of that, of her watching us want her, was not something I had any framework for.

Then she turned the camera down and showed us her pussy.

She was already wet, visibly, glistening when she spread herself open for the camera, and she started touching herself slowly, working her fingers in a way that was clearly calibrated to match the pace of what we were doing, and the sounds she made through the phone mixed with the wet sounds of him fucking me into the mattress and I was overwhelmed in every direction at once, too much sensation and too much to look at and his cock hitting something deep on every stroke and her sounds filling the room through the speaker.

He went harder. Both hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto him, and I could hear her getting louder through the phone and then hear her try to pull it back, swallowing the sounds, and knowing she was doing that because someone was home and she had her AirPods in and couldn't let anyone hear her made it somehow hotter rather than less, this contained desperate energy coming through the screen.

I watched her face when she came.

Her hand came over her mouth and her back arched away from whatever she was lying against and her eyes went half closed and her whole body shook with the effort of staying quiet and I watched all of it and felt every second of it somewhere deep in my chest and lower and I came about thirty seconds after her, face in the pillow, completely feral, his cock buried all the way inside me while I clenched around him and he came shortly after with his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades and his hands still gripping my hips hard enough to leave something to remember.

The three of us stayed like that for a while. Her breathing through the phone. Us breathing into the room. The call still open, nobody saying anything that mattered.

She's single right now and she lives too far away and I would like both of those things to change as soon as possible.

We are doing this again.

So quick background before I get into it, my best friend and my boyfriend have history, the three of us had a threesome a while back that went extremely well, and ever since then the three of us have been in this ongoing flirty text situation where we're all very aware that we want to do it again except she lives in a completely different province and the distance keeps getting in the way.

It was her idea to FaceTime.

I felt weird about it at first, like logistically weird, I didn't know how that was supposed to work or where to look or what the etiquette even was for this specific situation because I don't think etiquette has caught up to it yet 😭 But me and my boyfriend started having sex first, he was already behind me and going and I was already pretty gone, and then my phone lit up with her name and I just. Answered it.

And immediately it felt insane in the best possible way.

Having her face on that screen while he was inside me, watching her take in what she was seeing, her expression doing something that made my stomach drop, it was a lot to process while also trying to remember how to breathe 😭 He could see her too and I felt him get harder behind me which okay that's information.

Then after a few minutes she pulled her shirt off.

I want to be clear that my best friend has INCREDIBLE boobs and I feel no shame about being very aware of this fact. She held the camera up and I actually whimpered a little which is embarrassing but she earned it. Then she turned the camera down and showed us her pussy and I am practically bi and my boyfriend definitely is not complaining about that and both of us just completely lost our minds.

She started touching herself and trying to match the energy of what we were doing, keeping pace with him pounding into me from behind, and the sounds she was making through the phone mixed with the wet sounds of him fucking me and I was genuinely overwhelmed in a way I can't fully describe. Like too much good information coming from too many directions at once 😭

He had both hands on my hips and was going harder than he had been before, definitely because of what was on the screen, and I could hear her getting louder through the phone and then trying to get quieter because she lives with her family and had her AirPods in and the last thing she needed was someone knocking on her door at that specific moment 💀

Watching her face when she came was genuinely one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life. Watching someone come while they're watching you get fucked is a completely different experience than I was prepared for and I don't have better words for it than that. She came with her hand over her mouth trying to stay quiet and her back arching and her eyes not quite closing all the way and I came about thirty seconds later with my face in the mattress being absolutely feral about it while my boyfriend finished inside me shortly after.

The three of us just kind of stayed there for a minute. Her breathing through the phone. Us breathing into the room. Nobody said anything useful.

She's single right now and she lives far away and we are absolutely doing this again and I would also like to put in a formal request for her to not be far away anymore 😌

So quick background before I get into it, my best friend and my boyfriend have history, the three of us had a threesome a while back that went extremely well, and ever since then the three of us have been in this ongoing flirty text situation where we're all very aware that we want to do it again except she lives in a completely different province and the distance keeps getting in the way.

It was her idea to FaceTime.

I felt weird about it at first, like logistically weird, I didn't know how that was supposed to work or where to look or what the etiquette even was for this specific situation because I don't think etiquette has caught up to it yet 😭 But me and my boyfriend started having sex first, he was already behind me and going and I was already pretty gone, and then my phone lit up with her name and I just. Answered it.

And immediately it felt insane in the best possible way.

Having her face on that screen while he was inside me, watching her take in what she was seeing, her expression doing something that made my stomach drop, it was a lot to process while also trying to remember how to breathe 😭 He could see her too and I felt him get harder behind me which okay that's information.

Then after a few minutes she pulled her shirt off.

I want to be clear that my best friend has INCREDIBLE boobs and I feel no shame about being very aware of this fact. She held the camera up and I actually whimpered a little which is embarrassing but she earned it. Then she turned the camera down and showed us her pussy and I am practically bi and my boyfriend definitely is not complaining about that and both of us just completely lost our minds.

She started touching herself and trying to match the energy of what we were doing, keeping pace with him pounding into me from behind, and the sounds she was making through the phone mixed with the wet sounds of him fucking me and I was genuinely overwhelmed in a way I can't fully describe. Like too much good information coming from too many directions at once 😭

He had both hands on my hips and was going harder than he had been before, definitely because of what was on the screen, and I could hear her getting louder through the phone and then trying to get quieter because she lives with her family and had her AirPods in and the last thing she needed was someone knocking on her door at that specific moment 💀

Watching her face when she came was genuinely one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life. Watching someone come while they're watching you get fucked is a completely different experience than I was prepared for and I don't have better words for it than that. She came with her hand over her mouth trying to stay quiet and her back arching and her eyes not quite closing all the way and I came about thirty seconds later with my face in the mattress being absolutely feral about it while my boyfriend finished inside me shortly after.

The three of us just kind of stayed there for a minute. Her breathing through the phone. Us breathing into the room. Nobody said anything useful.

She's single right now and she lives far away and we are absolutely doing this again and I would also like to put in a formal request for her to not be far away anymore 😌

So quick background before I get into it, my best friend and my boyfriend have history, the three of us had a threesome a while back that went extremely well, and ever since then the three of us have been in this ongoing flirty text situation where we're all very aware that we want to do it again except she lives in a completely different province and the distance keeps getting in the way.

It was her idea to FaceTime.

I felt weird about it at first, like logistically weird, I didn't know how that was supposed to work or where to look or what the etiquette even was for this specific situation because I don't think etiquette has caught up to it yet 😭 But me and my boyfriend started having sex first, he was already behind me and going and I was already pretty gone, and then my phone lit up with her name and I just. Answered it.

And immediately it felt insane in the best possible way.

Having her face on that screen while he was inside me, watching her take in what she was seeing, her expression doing something that made my stomach drop, it was a lot to process while also trying to remember how to breathe 😭 He could see her too and I felt him get harder behind me which okay that's information.

Then after a few minutes she pulled her shirt off.

I want to be clear that my best friend has INCREDIBLE boobs and I feel no shame about being very aware of this fact. She held the camera up and I actually whimpered a little which is embarrassing but she earned it. Then she turned the camera down and showed us her pussy and I am practically bi and my boyfriend definitely is not complaining about that and both of us just completely lost our minds.

She started touching herself and trying to match the energy of what we were doing, keeping pace with him pounding into me from behind, and the sounds she was making through the phone mixed with the wet sounds of him fucking me and I was genuinely overwhelmed in a way I can't fully describe. Like too much good information coming from too many directions at once 😭

He had both hands on my hips and was going harder than he had been before, definitely because of what was on the screen, and I could hear her getting louder through the phone and then trying to get quieter because she lives with her family and had her AirPods in and the last thing she needed was someone knocking on her door at that specific moment 💀

Watching her face when she came was genuinely one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life. Watching someone come while they're watching you get fucked is a completely different experience than I was prepared for and I don't have better words for it than that. She came with her hand over her mouth trying to stay quiet and her back arching and her eyes not quite closing all the way and I came about thirty seconds later with my face in the mattress being absolutely feral about it while my boyfriend finished inside me shortly after.

The three of us just kind of stayed there for a minute. Her breathing through the phone. Us breathing into the room. Nobody said anything useful.

She's single right now and she lives far away and we are absolutely doing this again and I would also like to put in a formal request for her to not be far away anymore 😌

So quick background before I get into it, my best friend and my boyfriend have history, the three of us had a threesome a while back that went extremely well, and ever since then the three of us have been in this ongoing flirty text situation where we're all very aware that we want to do it again except she lives in a completely different province and the distance keeps getting in the way.

It was her idea to FaceTime.

I felt weird about it at first, like logistically weird, I didn't know how that was supposed to work or where to look or what the etiquette even was for this specific situation because I don't think etiquette has caught up to it yet 😭 But me and my boyfriend started having sex first, he was already behind me and going and I was already pretty gone, and then my phone lit up with her name and I just. Answered it.

And immediately it felt insane in the best possible way.

Having her face on that screen while he was inside me, watching her take in what she was seeing, her expression doing something that made my stomach drop, it was a lot to process while also trying to remember how to breathe 😭 He could see her too and I felt him get harder behind me which okay that's information.

Then after a few minutes she pulled her shirt off.

I want to be clear that my best friend has INCREDIBLE boobs and I feel no shame about being very aware of this fact. She held the camera up and I actually whimpered a little which is embarrassing but she earned it. Then she turned the camera down and showed us her pussy and I am practically bi and my boyfriend definitely is not complaining about that and both of us just completely lost our minds.

She started touching herself and trying to match the energy of what we were doing, keeping pace with him pounding into me from behind, and the sounds she was making through the phone mixed with the wet sounds of him fucking me and I was genuinely overwhelmed in a way I can't fully describe. Like too much good information coming from too many directions at once 😭

He had both hands on my hips and was going harder than he had been before, definitely because of what was on the screen, and I could hear her getting louder through the phone and then trying to get quieter because she lives with her family and had her AirPods in and the last thing she needed was someone knocking on her door at that specific moment 💀

Watching her face when she came was genuinely one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life. Watching someone come while they're watching you get fucked is a completely different experience than I was prepared for and I don't have better words for it than that. She came with her hand over her mouth trying to stay quiet and her back arching and her eyes not quite closing all the way and I came about thirty seconds later with my face in the mattress being absolutely feral about it while my boyfriend finished inside me shortly after.

The three of us just kind of stayed there for a minute. Her breathing through the phone. Us breathing into the room. Nobody said anything useful.

She's single right now and she lives far away and we are absolutely doing this again and I would also like to put in a formal request for her to not be far away anymore 😌

It started as a completely normal girls night.

That feels important to establish because nothing about how it ended was normal and I want it on record that I did not walk into my own apartment that evening with any kind of agenda. We had drinks, we had music, we had four of my closest friends on my couch and my boyfriend at the time in the armchair across from them and everything was fine and ordinary until the conversation went where conversations between girls drinking always eventually go.

Blowjobs. Specifically, who was actually good at giving them versus who just thought they were. It's an important distinction and one that groups of women take seriously when they feel safe enough to be honest about it, which we did, which this was.

My boyfriend decided to contribute.

He said, with his whole chest, in front of everyone, that maybe I wasn't quite as good as I seemed to think I was. He was smiling when he said it. He was clearly joking. He also said it out loud in a room full of my closest friends who immediately and with great enthusiasm decided that this required resolution.

They started. The chanting. You know the chanting.

I looked at him. He looked at me. He had the specific expression of a man who has said something he cannot take back and is watching the consequences arrive in real time and I felt completely calm because I already knew exactly what I was going to do.

I got off the couch and dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his cock out before he had finished processing what was happening.

He looked down at me and his expression did something complicated, equal parts alarm and something considerably warmer than alarm, and I held his gaze for one second before I got him in my mouth. He was half hard when I started and I felt him get fully hard on my tongue, felt the specific moment his body caught up to the situation, and something about that particular sequence of events is its own kind of power that I will not be elaborating on further because some things I keep.

His hand came to the back of my head almost immediately. Instinct. No decision involved, just his hand finding my hair and pressing down gently and then less gently, and I let him push me further and took all of it, held it there until my eyes were watering and I was gagging around him and heard behind me four simultaneous sounds of absolute disbelief.

Here is the thing nobody tells you about being watched. It does something. To both of you. He was using my throat in a way he had never done before, something about the room and the audience and the specific charged energy of four people watching making him forget to be careful, and I was soaking wet, embarrassingly and completely soaking, which had nothing to do with him directly and everything to do with the feeling of being witnessed doing something you are genuinely exceptional at.

I could hear them behind me. Someone said oh my god very quietly. Someone else said she is NOT in a voice that suggested she very much was. My ex had both hands in my hair and was not being gentle and I was choking and my eyes were streaming and I was absolutely not stopping because I had a point to prove and I knew exactly when I had made it.

He lasted four minutes, which considering the circumstances I think is respectable, and came in my mouth and I took all of it and swallowed and looked up at him while I did and then turned around on my knees and looked at my girls.

Silence.

Not awkward silence. The specific silence of four people who have just witnessed something that has recalibrated their understanding of what is possible.

Then one of them started clapping. Slowly. Deliberately. And one by one the others joined until all four of them were giving me a standing ovation in my own living room and my ex was sitting in the armchair behind me looking like a man who had just had a religious experience and was also aware he owed someone an apology.

He apologized. Immediately, sincerely, without being asked. I accepted it with the grace of someone who had already won.

Nobody brought up the subject again. There was simply nothing left to discuss.

We broke up a while after for reasons that had nothing to do with any of this, but I think about that night sometimes when I need to feel good about myself, which works every single time.

Okay so this started as a completely normal girls night that my boyfriend at the time happened to be at and ended with me on my knees in front of him while four of my best friends watched and I feel genuinely great about how it went 😇

We were all at mine, drinks, music, the usual, and the conversation went the way it goes when you get a group of girls drinking together which is eventually and inevitably to sex. Specifically to blowjobs. Specifically to who in the group was actually good at them versus who just thought they were.

My boyfriend at the time, who I loved, who I would have done anything for, made the catastrophic decision to join this conversation and suggest that maybe I wasn't as good as I thought I was. In front of everyone. With his whole chest. He was joking, obviously he was joking, but my girls LATCHED onto it immediately and started asking me to prove it and look, once that energy is in the room there is only one correct response 😭

I got off the couch, dropped to my knees in front of him, and pulled his cock out before he'd even registered what was happening.

He looked down at me with this expression that was equal parts OH NO and please don't stop and I did not stop. I got him in my mouth while he was still half hard and felt him get fully hard on my tongue which is its own specific power move that I recommend to everyone. He put his hand on the back of my head almost immediately, instinct, and I let him push me down further and I took all of it, held it there until my eyes were watering and I was gagging around him and my girls went INSANE 😭😭

And here's the thing nobody talks about, the thing that made this different from just a normal blowjob, which is that having an audience does something to both of you. He was throat fucking me in a way he had genuinely never done before, like something about being watched made him forget to be careful, and I was wetter than I had any right to be considering I had four friends sitting six feet away watching this happen in real time.

I could hear them getting into it. Someone said oh my god. Someone else said she is NOT. My ex had both hands in my hair and was not being gentle and I was choking and tearing up and absolutely not stopping because I had a POINT TO PROVE 😭

He lasted maybe four minutes which is impressive given the circumstances and came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop and looked up at him while I did it and then turned around and looked at my girls.

Complete silence.

Then I swear, it sounds like a fake "everyone clapped" story, but that is what actually happened. Not sure who started it but one started a slow clap, probably jokingly then everyone joined in. And my ex was sitting there looking like a man who had just had a religious experience and also owed me an apology.

He apologized, immediately and sincerely andI accepted it graciously.

Nobody argued about who gives the best head after that and nobody has brought it up since because there is simply nothing left to discuss :)

We broke up a while after for completely unrelated reasons but I think about that night sometimes and feel very good about myself 😌

Okay so this started as a completely normal girls night that my boyfriend at the time happened to be at and ended with me on my knees in front of him while four of my best friends watched and I feel genuinely great about how it went 😇

We were all at mine, drinks, music, the usual, and the conversation went the way it goes when you get a group of girls drinking together which is eventually and inevitably to sex. Specifically to blowjobs. Specifically to who in the group was actually good at them versus who just thought they were.

My boyfriend at the time, who I loved, who I would have done anything for, made the catastrophic decision to join this conversation and suggest that maybe I wasn't as good as I thought I was. In front of everyone. With his whole chest. He was joking, obviously he was joking, but my girls LATCHED onto it immediately and started asking me to prove it and look, once that energy is in the room there is only one correct response 😭

I got off the couch, dropped to my knees in front of him, and pulled his cock out before he'd even registered what was happening.

He looked down at me with this expression that was equal parts OH NO and please don't stop and I did not stop. I got him in my mouth while he was still half hard and felt him get fully hard on my tongue which is its own specific power move that I recommend to everyone. He put his hand on the back of my head almost immediately, instinct, and I let him push me down further and I took all of it, held it there until my eyes were watering and I was gagging around him and my girls went INSANE 😭😭

And here's the thing nobody talks about, the thing that made this different from just a normal blowjob, which is that having an audience does something to both of you. He was throat fucking me in a way he had genuinely never done before, like something about being watched made him forget to be careful, and I was wetter than I had any right to be considering I had four friends sitting six feet away watching this happen in real time.

I could hear them getting into it. Someone said oh my god. Someone else said she is NOT. My ex had both hands in my hair and was not being gentle and I was choking and tearing up and absolutely not stopping because I had a POINT TO PROVE 😭

He lasted maybe four minutes which is impressive given the circumstances and came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop and looked up at him while I did it and then turned around and looked at my girls.

Complete silence.

Then I swear, it sounds like a fake "everyone clapped" story, but that is what actually happened. Not sure who started it but one started a slow clap, probably jokingly then everyone joined in. And my ex was sitting there looking like a man who had just had a religious experience and also owed me an apology.

He apologized, immediately and sincerely andI accepted it graciously.

Nobody argued about who gives the best head after that and nobody has brought it up since because there is simply nothing left to discuss :)

We broke up a while after for completely unrelated reasons but I think about that night sometimes and feel very good about myself 😌

Ryan sat across from me at team meetings every Thursday and I had no idea.

That's the thing I keep coming back to. A year of sitting across from him in a conference room, a year of debriefing my entire romantic life to him on slow afternoons at work, every situationship and every bad decision narrated in detail to this person, and I had no idea what he was working with. He was just Ryan. Tall and lean, glasses, the kind of guy who knows everything about one very specific thing and will tell you about it if you give him an opening. Easy to talk to. Not someone I had ever looked at the way I looked at him last night, because nothing about the outside had ever suggested I needed to.

I was at his apartment, just hanging out the way we do sometimes after work, when he noticed my nipples were hard through my shirt and said so. Which, fair. It was cold and my nipples are embarrassingly sensitive in a way that has caused me problems before, barely-any-stimulus sensitive, a fact that Ryan now knows along with apparently everything else.

I pulled my shirt down and showed him as a joke and he reached over and rubbed both of them with his thumbs, slow and easy, and I laughed and pulled my shirt back up and sat there for a moment quietly recalibrating because I was now inconveniently and unexpectedly turned on and that had not been the plan for the evening.

Then I noticed he was trying to hide something in his lap and doing a genuinely terrible job of it.

I told him it was my turn. Reached over and touched him through his shorts and felt something that did not correspond to the person I thought I was sitting next to. I pulled my hand back and looked at him.

He looked back at me. Said nothing.

I asked to see.

He pulled his shorts down and I understood immediately why he had been quiet about this for an entire year of friendship. The cock that appeared was thick in a way that my hands confirmed when I wrapped both of them around it and found they didn't cover all of it, long and heavy and already fully hard, and I sat there stroking it slowly while he tried not to look too pleased with himself and I told him that I genuinely could not believe he had been bringing this to team meetings every Thursday without saying a word.

He laughed. I asked if he wanted to fuck. He said yes. The deliberation took approximately four seconds total.

I got on top of him on the couch and worked him inside me slowly because thick is a fundamentally different experience than long and I was soaking but it still took time, the stretch of him making me stop twice and breathe and then keep going until I had all of it and sat there for a moment just existing with that information. Then I started moving and his cock pressed into something deep and specific that my body apparently had very strong feelings about and I was loud about it, embarrassingly loud, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me down onto him harder until I came fast and sudden and gripped his shoulders and shook.

He bent me over the arm of the couch after and pushed back inside me from behind and that angle with that size was something I had no framework for. I had my face in the cushion and my nails in the fabric and I made sounds I have not made before, sounds that came from somewhere that had apparently been waiting for exactly this specific situation. He grabbed my hips and went harder and I came again, harder than the first time, thighs shaking, completely gone.

He finished inside me, deep and warm and a lot of it, and stayed there for a moment before pulling out and I remained face down on his couch for a while because my legs had communicated clearly that they needed a minute.

I woke up this morning sore in a way that is both a complaint and not a complaint at all.

He texted me before I'd even had coffee. Normal message. How are you, usual stuff. Like last night was simply a thing that had happened between two adults and now we were moving forward, which I respect enormously and also find slightly insane.

We have a team meeting on Thursday.

I am choosing not to think about Thursday.

Okay so this is one of those stories where I have to be honest about my motivations from the jump because there was no other reason this happened and I feel like owning that is the right move 😭

Ryan is my coworker. We work in the same team, we get along really well, he's one of those people you actually like talking to at work which is rarer than it should be. He's heard every story about my situationships and my terrible decision making with men over the past year because he's the person I debrief with on slow afternoons. Sweet guy. Funny in a dry way. Very much not someone I had ever looked at like that because he's not usually my type, tall and skinny with glasses and the general energy of someone who knows a concerning amount about one very specific thing.

Anyway I was at his apartment last night just hanging out and he pointed out that my nipples were hard through my shirt which, fair, they were, it was cold and also my nipples are embarrassingly sensitive, like barely-any-stimulus sensitive, which is both a gift and a curse depending on the situation.

So I pulled my shirt down and showed him and made some joke about it and he reached over and rubbed both of them gently and I laughed and pulled my shirt back up and also became immediately and inconveniently horny, which was not the plan for the evening 😅

But then I noticed he was very obviously trying to hide something in his lap and doing a bad job of it and I told him it was my turn and reached over and touched him through his shorts and felt something that did not make sense for the person sitting next to me and I pulled my hand back and just stared at him for a second.

I asked to see.

He pulled his shorts down and this absolutely enormous cock just appeared. Just out there. Thick, I mean thick, the kind where you wrap both hands around it and there's still cock left over, and long in a way that made me do a very quick and somewhat alarming mental calculation. I had no choice, I had to touch it, I had to feel it. I stroked it with both hands while he sat there trying not to look too pleased with himself and I told him I could not believe he had been hiding this from me for an entire year of work friendship, through team meetings, through every single conversation I'd had with him about other men, this whole time 😭

Look. You CANNOT find a cock like that in the wild and just leave it there. That is not something a reasonable person does. I asked if he wanted to fuck and he said yes and that was the full extent of our deliberation.

We did it on his couch and I got on top of him first and had to take my time working him inside me because thick is a different experience than long and I was soaking but still, a lot to take. Once I got there though, god. His cock was hitting things I didn't know were available to be hit and I was embarrassingly loud about it. He got his hands on my hips and started moving me and I came within minutes which was humiliating in the best way.

Then he bent me over the arm of the couch and fucked me from behind and that angle with that size was something I was not prepared for, like I had my face in the cushion making sounds I've never made before, and he grabbed my hips and went harder and I came again and dug my nails into his couch cushions and lost track of time for a while.

He finished inside me, warm and deep and a lot, and I just stayed there for a second because my legs had opinions about moving.

The skinny nerdy ones, I'm telling you 😅 I don't know the science but I'm starting to think it's a pattern and I'm now paying considerably more attention at work.

I'm still walking carefully today. He texted me this morning like nothing happened. We have a team meeting on Thursday and I am simply not thinking about that.

Like I would do it again, immediately, it was a great time.

Okay so this is one of those stories where I have to be honest about my motivations from the jump because there was no other reason this happened and I feel like owning that is the right move 😭

Ryan is my coworker. We work in the same team, we get along really well, he's one of those people you actually like talking to at work which is rarer than it should be. He's heard every story about my situationships and my terrible decision making with men over the past year because he's the person I debrief with on slow afternoons. Sweet guy. Funny in a dry way. Very much not someone I had ever looked at like that because he's not usually my type, tall and skinny with glasses and the general energy of someone who knows a concerning amount about one very specific thing.

Anyway I was at his apartment last night just hanging out and he pointed out that my nipples were hard through my shirt which, fair, they were, it was cold and also my nipples are embarrassingly sensitive, like barely-any-stimulus sensitive, which is both a gift and a curse depending on the situation.

So I pulled my shirt down and showed him and made some joke about it and he reached over and rubbed both of them gently and I laughed and pulled my shirt back up and also became immediately and inconveniently horny, which was not the plan for the evening 😅

But then I noticed he was very obviously trying to hide something in his lap and doing a bad job of it and I told him it was my turn and reached over and touched him through his shorts and felt something that did not make sense for the person sitting next to me and I pulled my hand back and just stared at him for a second.

I asked to see.

He pulled his shorts down and this absolutely enormous cock just appeared. Just out there. Thick, I mean thick, the kind where you wrap both hands around it and there's still cock left over, and long in a way that made me do a very quick and somewhat alarming mental calculation. I had no choice, I had to touch it, I had to feel it. I stroked it with both hands while he sat there trying not to look too pleased with himself and I told him I could not believe he had been hiding this from me for an entire year of work friendship, through team meetings, through every single conversation I'd had with him about other men, this whole time 😭

Look. You CANNOT find a cock like that in the wild and just leave it there. That is not something a reasonable person does. I asked if he wanted to fuck and he said yes and that was the full extent of our deliberation.

We did it on his couch and I got on top of him first and had to take my time working him inside me because thick is a different experience than long and I was soaking but still, a lot to take. Once I got there though, god. His cock was hitting things I didn't know were available to be hit and I was embarrassingly loud about it. He got his hands on my hips and started moving me and I came within minutes which was humiliating in the best way.

Then he bent me over the arm of the couch and fucked me from behind and that angle with that size was something I was not prepared for, like I had my face in the cushion making sounds I've never made before, and he grabbed my hips and went harder and I came again and dug my nails into his couch cushions and lost track of time for a while.

He finished inside me, warm and deep and a lot, and I just stayed there for a second because my legs had opinions about moving.

The skinny nerdy ones, I'm telling you 😅 I don't know the science but I'm starting to think it's a pattern and I'm now paying considerably more attention at work.

I'm still walking carefully today. He texted me this morning like nothing happened. We have a team meeting on Thursday and I am simply not thinking about that.

Like I would do it again, immediately, it was a great time.

Okay so this is one of those stories where I have to be honest about my motivations from the jump because there was no other reason this happened and I feel like owning that is the right move 😭

Ryan is my coworker. We work in the same team, we get along really well, he's one of those people you actually like talking to at work which is rarer than it should be. He's heard every story about my situationships and my terrible decision making with men over the past year because he's the person I debrief with on slow afternoons. Sweet guy. Funny in a dry way. Very much not someone I had ever looked at like that because he's not usually my type, tall and skinny with glasses and the general energy of someone who knows a concerning amount about one very specific thing.

Anyway I was at his apartment last night just hanging out and he pointed out that my nipples were hard through my shirt which, fair, they were, it was cold and also my nipples are embarrassingly sensitive, like barely-any-stimulus sensitive, which is both a gift and a curse depending on the situation.

So I pulled my shirt down and showed him and made some joke about it and he reached over and rubbed both of them gently and I laughed and pulled my shirt back up and also became immediately and inconveniently horny, which was not the plan for the evening 😅

But then I noticed he was very obviously trying to hide something in his lap and doing a bad job of it and I told him it was my turn and reached over and touched him through his shorts and felt something that did not make sense for the person sitting next to me and I pulled my hand back and just stared at him for a second.

I asked to see.

He pulled his shorts down and this absolutely enormous cock just appeared. Just out there. Thick, I mean thick, the kind where you wrap both hands around it and there's still cock left over, and long in a way that made me do a very quick and somewhat alarming mental calculation. I had no choice, I had to touch it, I had to feel it. I stroked it with both hands while he sat there trying not to look too pleased with himself and I told him I could not believe he had been hiding this from me for an entire year of work friendship, through team meetings, through every single conversation I'd had with him about other men, this whole time 😭

Look. You CANNOT find a cock like that in the wild and just leave it there. That is not something a reasonable person does. I asked if he wanted to fuck and he said yes and that was the full extent of our deliberation.

We did it on his couch and I got on top of him first and had to take my time working him inside me because thick is a different experience than long and I was soaking but still, a lot to take. Once I got there though, god. His cock was hitting things I didn't know were available to be hit and I was embarrassingly loud about it. He got his hands on my hips and started moving me and I came within minutes which was humiliating in the best way.

Then he bent me over the arm of the couch and fucked me from behind and that angle with that size was something I was not prepared for, like I had my face in the cushion making sounds I've never made before, and he grabbed my hips and went harder and I came again and dug my nails into his couch cushions and lost track of time for a while.

He finished inside me, warm and deep and a lot, and I just stayed there for a second because my legs had opinions about moving.

The skinny nerdy ones, I'm telling you 😅 I don't know the science but I'm starting to think it's a pattern and I'm now paying considerably more attention at work.

I'm still walking carefully today. He texted me this morning like nothing happened. We have a team meeting on Thursday and I am simply not thinking about that.

Like I would do it again, immediately, it was a great time.

The cards were my idea, which means the losing was technically my fault too.

We'd been playing for an hour by then, the three of us on my bedroom floor with drinks and the low lamp on and the kind of ease that comes from years of being in rooms together. Two days past my birthday but close enough that the occasion still had permission to go somewhere. We'd been friends long enough that the line between friendship and something else had blurred years ago without either conversation or acknowledgment ever making it clearer. It had just stayed there between us, comfortable and charged, while we all pretended otherwise.

I lost the first round and took off a sock. Lost the second and gave up the other one. By the fourth I was in just my underwear and they still had most of their clothes on and I decided this was a specific injustice I wasn't prepared to accept.

I reached for the nearest one's shirt and said something about fairness and he caught my wrist and then we were moving, all three of us, a tangle of limbs on the floor that was still laughing for the first thirty seconds and then wasn't. At some point during the shifting around he got a hand between my thighs and I went completely still.

Not afraid. Just registering. Just taking the ten seconds I needed to understand that this was actually happening and to listen to what my body was saying about it.

His fingers pressed against the fabric and then pushed it aside and I was wet, embarrassingly wet, soaked through already without anything having happened yet, and he went still for a second when he felt it, like he was adjusting to the information, and then he pushed two fingers inside me and I exhaled through my teeth.

The other one pulled my bra off while this was happening and got his mouth on my tits. My tits are small and I have never felt self-conscious about that the way I felt absolutely not self-conscious in that moment, because of how his mouth worked at them, slow and thorough, sucking my nipples until they were tight and aching, like he had no notes and no interest in being anywhere else. I lay back on the floor of my own bedroom with one of my best friends' fingers inside my pussy and the other one's mouth on my chest and thought about nothing coherent at all.

The playful energy had left the room entirely. What replaced it was quieter and more serious and considerably more focused.

One of them pulled me up by my hips and got me on my hands and knees and I felt his cock push inside me from behind, thick and deep, and he gripped my hips and started fucking me and it was rough in a way that arrived without warning, the kind of rough that makes you understand you've been wanting exactly that without ever having named it. His fingers dug into my hips and his thrusts were hard and he didn't soften them and I didn't want him to, the slick sound of it loud in my quiet room, my body already wet enough that every stroke was obscene.

The other one was in front of me. His hand gathered my hair and I opened my mouth and took his cock in and they both moved and I was completely and entirely overwhelmed in the way I had apparently been wanting to be overwhelmed for longer than I had admitted. I had one cock in my mouth and one buried inside me from behind and I was on my bedroom floor two days after turning eighteen and the only coherent thought I had was that I wanted more of it.

They switched. The one who'd been in my mouth got behind me and pushed inside and the difference was immediate, different pace and different depth and different hands, one wrapping in my hair pulling my head back and the other closing around my throat, and I felt him start fucking me harder than the first one had and my arms almost gave out. I came fast and loudly, my whole body clenching around his cock, a sound ripping out of me that I was not even slightly in control of, thighs shaking, face dropping toward the floor.

One of them finished warm across my ass and the backs of my thighs and I felt it land on my skin and the heat of it went through me. The other one came inside me while I was still somewhere above myself, pushed in deep and staying there, and I felt every pulse of it before he pulled out and I went forward onto my forearms and stayed there, just breathing, pussy still throbbing, the room warm and wrecked around us.

Eventually the floor leveled out again.

I woke up the next morning with both of them still asleep in my room and lay very still for a while, taking stock of the specific quality of sore I was in places I hadn't known could register that way, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what had been on the other side of the line we'd all just crossed together.

I would do it again immediately.

That is the complete and honest answer and the bar for every birthday after this one is now a problem I am entirely comfortable having.