Sabrina and I had a recent weekly tradition. I'd come over on Wednesday night to watch Lost with her and her roommates. We'd drink wine and gossip. Then, after Lost, her roommates would go to bed and Sab and I would go to her room to watch a movie. Deep down, I'd always felt Sabrina would be an easy hook-up. We'd been friends for several years but I'd never made the effort to try and have sex with her. She reputedly had pretty low confidence when it came to guys and was pretty easy. In the looks department, she was nothing to write home about. I figured a low-commitment "date" couldn't hurt suggested that we watch a popular TV show together.
After Lost, we went into her bedroom, turned a movie on, and poured more wine. We drank and chatted through the first ten or fifteen minutes of the movie. Once we quieted down and focused on the movie, we had missed a few things and weren't too sure what was going on. We both grew bored quickly. As my mind wandered I studied her.
Sab looked alright that night. I wasn't sure what had happened; whether Sab had dieted, started doing drugs, or actually started working out, but she looked like she had lost five to eight pounds. In other words, her stomach was decently flat, no noticeable bulge, and her tits looked as good as ever. Sab had a plain face, but smooth skin and pretty eyes. Her teeth were straight and clean. In all, she could have been a lot hotter if she took better care of herself, had more style, and some more confidence. Luckily, she seemed to be coming out of her weird, dark phase as her hair was noticeably lighter. But, she still insisted on styling her with those annoying hipster bangs. She dressed plainly, in jeans and a spaghetti-strap tank top. Sab knew her only strong trait was her chest. She had huge boobs. Sab made no effort to think of a more creative asset to accentuate. Regardless, as we both awkwardly sat semi-prone on her bed, I felt my blood run through my body and being to pool at the tip of my penis.
The pot I had smoked directly prior to getting to the house made me bold and affected my decision making. At a lull in the action of the film, I positioned myself closer to her. She immediately leaned into me. A few minutes later, we were low on wine and had moved even closer. I decided to move things along quickly. I took our wine glasses and set them on the dresser. I immediately leaned in and kissed her mouth. She kissed me back. She was a pretty shy kisser, but the wine she had guzzling made her a bit bolder. Unfortunately, her tongue and lips were clumsy and things got pretty sloppy. I leaned back against the bed and drew her into me. She moved in close and kissed me harder. I began to rub all over her body, but mainly on her tits. Her boobs felt amazing. They were truly huge, but still held tight and firm by her cotton shirt and soft bra. My dick was fully erect, and I began grinding against her, she grinded back. It was all very high school, even though we were each twenty-five.
I pulled her shirt up over her heard. She made no move to stop me. I played with her boobs some more and she put her hands behind her back to unhook her bra. I made no move to help her; she really wanted me to see her boobs. I could tell she was worked up, she wanted something, and she was now acting as the aggressor. By her own lazy logic, she knew showing me her boobs was the best way to ensure I would continue fooling around with her. This was going to be easier than I thought. I made a big deal of marveling over and worshiping her boobs, so she would think I was really into it. I handled their girth in my hands and kneaded them firmly. To be honest, they were a bit of a letdown as their sheer magnitude caused them to spill unflatteringly across her chest. Still, they were nice to toss around.
Before resuming kissing, I took my own shirt off and let her return the favor across my chest. She kept up the act and gave my torso way more physical attention than it deserved. I started to take my pants off. When she helped me with my belt I knew we were in for it. At this point, I was still sitting over her. After I got my pants off I straddled her torso. I placed my dick in between her huge boobs and began to fuck them. She knew the drill as she grabbed the sides of her tits so they would hug my dick. Again, she was not shy when it came to presenting her chest in a flattering light. I only started to tit-fuck her to segue into her sucking my cock, but I had to admit, fucking her tits was pretty nice.
She expertly positioned her mouth in a downward, half-open open position. She did not resist for a second as I moved my cock between her lips and into her mouth. For a minute, she held still and let me fuck her mouth. Then, she took control. At first, she slowly got her head into the rhythm of my hips. After taking a good bit of my dick, she placed her hands on my hips and took control of guiding them forward, while taking my dick in her mouth. It was at this point that I knew I was in the hands of an exquisite cock-sucker.
I reflected on this as just under seven inches of my meat slid into her mouth for the umpteenth time. She must have been sucking my dick dutifully, with no interruption, for over five minutes. At this point, I seriously considered blowing in her mouth or on her face and then recovering later to fuck her. I was getting the vibe the sky was the limit with this chick and that I could essentially set the sexual itinerary. I was so emboldened by the preceding events that I let myself wonder if I wanted to fuck her in the ass and if she would let me.
I let my right hand move to the back of her head. At first, I gently held behind her skull and matched my hand with the movement of her head. Then, I began to hold her head harder and take control of the speed and rhythm of my thrusts. She grabbed my hips harder and opened her mouth wider. By now I had decided to make a statement about the future of the night. I wanted to blow my first load right on her face. I knew that afterwards I could get her to keep blowing me and get me hard again. If I'd even need it. I was pretty worked up today and the sizeable joint I had smoked earlier was making my blood pump quicker. I didn't have any doubts about my ability to recover.