I had been dating Gary for a little more than six months. I hadn't regretted a thing, and, as a matter of fact, that was beginning to make me a little nervous. After all, we should have had some sort of disagreement in that time, right? Call me superstitious, but I can't believe everything is perfect. I suppose it's just how I relate to myself – the hammer will drop or the axe will fall or the guy will find some reason to ditch me and reinforce my opinion of myself.
If you aren't a woman and you're reading this, I'm going to let you in on something – almost every woman – or at least every one I've been able to speak with – absolutely knows there's something wrong with her. A lot of what we do is a compensation for that if we can't come to terms with it. It wasn't about appearance of body issues for me. Yeah, one boob is bigger than the other; I had "a thing" about how the inner lips of my pussy stuck outside of the outer lips. Oh yeah, I have ugly feet. But I'm also really at home in my body and never wanted to be any way else.
Okay, since I brought it up, I better say a word about that body. This is Literotica, after all, and given that it's a site for x-rated writing, I'm sure you aren't reading this for philosophical psychology. So my name is Nikki Analdy, I'm 28. I'm tall for a woman – I'm six feet and a smidge. I have naturally red hair – the carpet matches the drapes. I have a large chest – those different sized tits measure 40D and are capped with a lovely pair of nipples. I really love them – they never completely disappear, but the difference between soft and hard is very visible. One of my greatest assets for getting attention. And the size thing? One is a C cup and the other D. Very few people tend to notice – or at least, remark on it – they are both squishy and jiggly and seem to invite extended attention. And I am NOT complaining! I have a pretty flat stomach and no belly; I keep my pubes trimmed and occasionally go bald. My ass is pretty shapely and I usually wear tight things to show it off.
I actually think my legs are my best feature – they are long and thin, with a runner's muscle definition. The only time I've ever been bothered with having long legs was the first time I wanted to get fucked from the back – I had a guy with a really healthy sized cock, and he knew what he was doing. He made sure that my temperature was hot and bothered before he ever got his cock out of his pants – it's absolutely exquisite when a good looking, well-built dude spends half an hour indulging in all sorts of foreplay. I mean, he found every erogenous zone I knew I had, and then helped me to discover more I had missed (like the back of my knees, and my whole chest that wasn't boob, and more) and ate me to a string of orgasms and kept going! That dude played me like a fine instrument, and when he finally dropped his pants he had nine thick inches of rock hard cock. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked – and I mean anything at all – but I was very delighted that he liked doggy style because I had always wanted to try it that way. I had read lots of stories and first person accounts about how much better it was and I had yet to try it.
This was early in my sexual history. I had really wanted to do the doggy style thing, so I turned around and presented both my ass and pussy to him – and it turned out that I needed to adjust so he could get it in me. I tried spreading my legs wider but it was uncomfortable. We eventually worked it out and after I got him hard again he pounded me and it was everything I thought it would be – he got deeper into me than anyone so far! It's still a favorite position for that reason!
Anyway, what drove my internal litany of worthlessness was my history. As in, my slutty, adventurous personal sexual history. I promised my parents I wouldn't fuck anyone until after I reached 18. I kept that promise but did discover some alternatives along the way in order to keep the boys happy. And once I started spreading my legs, I didn't really want to stop! I discovered the joy of sex and the dove wholeheartedly into the sea of loving! So while that doggy style fuck by a big cock was wonderful as it happened, afterwards it turned into more evidence that I was probably never going to be a wife and mother because no guy would want such a slut. So when I embraced that, I had fun and adventures. But when I resisted it, however, it could turn to depression.
Anyway, I met Gary at a birthday party for one of my girl-friends. Claire was a writer who I had met when we were both freshmen at college. We hit it off so well in our first semester that we were roommates from the second semester until we graduated. Along the way we were as close as two women could get – including as lovers. I might want to write about how that all came about, given that there seem to be a bunch of "how I happened to discovered pussy" stories here. For now, though, I'll just mention that we were both very sexually active individuals, and we soon discovered that if either of us had a guy over, it got even more interesting if we added the other. The guys universally loved it, and after we wore a guy out, we would be sure to make up for any failings on his part. I'd like to think that at least a few of those guys learned a thing or two about eating pussy by watching us.
The last week of our college life was amazing. Together we had fucked a whole lot of guys, and for our graduation week we decided that we would go out with a bang, gang! We sent out emails to all our GFWB (Guy Friends With Benefits) and let them know that once school was over we'd be leaving town. But before we did, we wanted to see them again, along with a whole lot of other friends. There were only a few conditions – they had to be okay with sex while other guys were there, they needed to present some current certification that they were DDF, and if they had a serious female partner they had to either tell them (and have them tell us) or bring them. In other words, Claire and I wanted to host a gang bang on the final weekend of school. That was amazing – I think the room still smells like semen to this day!
Fast forward to six months ago, leaving out some dirty tales. Claire's party was her usual eclectic mix of friends and acquaintances. Some I knew – coworkers from her brokerage firm – and others I knew of from my conversations with her. And there were the complete strangers as well. Gary caught my eye early on – a real hunk of dude. He was taller than I am so I figured he was about six three. His skin was a light brown and with his black hair, expertly trimmed beard and silk shirt unbuttoned deep, he raised my temperature and moistened my panties. As I looked, Claire scooped him out of the group he was in, took him by the arm and brought him ovr to me.
"Gary" she said, " this is Nikki. She's the uninhibited goddess you've been looking for, And Nikki, Gary's a combination of Prince Charming and rebel bad boy. You two are destined for one another. Bye!" With that she turned and left us staring at each other, both of us open-mouthed.
"Yes" I said, "she knows me well enough to be able to say that about me. What about you?"
"Well, he replied, "it isn't quite how I see myself, but I have to admit it fits. At least, according to independent witnesses in my past. When she said..."
"Uninhibited? Yeah, that's very true. Mostly it refers to my inability to keep my mouth shut, but it goes further. There isn't anything I won't try. Or almost anything – Russian roulette ain't ever gonna happen. Between her introduction and what I see, I'm willing to let you know that it means what you think it means. I like sex, and don't like to play games getting to it. Since talk like has been known to decrease blood flow to the brain and redirect it downwards, generally rendering adult males speechless, we can just go get physical right now if you'd like." I spread my arms, raised my chest to feature my now hard nipples, and gave him what I hoped was a "come hither" look.
"There's no question that my jeans are a bit tighter than when we first met, but in my world there's no need to rush into things. I'm all for drawing things out as needed; there's a certain delight in prolonging the journey and, it seems to me, greater pleasure at its end. Do you agree?" he asked.
"Fuuuck. Now I am really torn between wanting to fuck you right here and now, and at the same time I'm entranced by what you are proposing! Claire was right to introduce us, as far as I'm concerned. But I'll restrain myself, although I need to adjourn to the bathroom before we go any further. Don't go anywhere, Gary, and promise me you'll resist every other woman who attempts to pick you up before I return!"
"I promise I'll be right here, waiting patiently."
I took the stairs to the upstairs bathroom, skipping the line downstairs. Once in I dropped my absolutely soaked panties and stepped out of them. I did my best to absorb the juices in my now very wet pussy. I picked up my panties, squeezed them into a ball and went back to Gary.
"I'm still here, and I'm going to have to scold Claire for her inadequate descriptive powers. She left out not only that you're beautiful, but that you're sexy and arousing as hell." He said. I blushed.
