The Pretty Brunette got fucked

So we kept dating. Dinners, movies, zoos, ball games. We’d kiss, occasionally make out, if she was drunk I could finger her, if I was lucky enough she would blow me. No sex though. It’s like she was waiting for me to buy a ring, propose, put a down payment on a house, walk down the aisle, then on the honeymoon in Hawaii she would walk out of the bathroom in sexy lingerie and I would finally put it in her.

That might have been her plan but it wasn’t mine. She might have been dating me exclusively, but I could not say the same. I haven’t gone a week without sex since I got my license: no way would I stop while dating this girl.

After a few months, I suggested we should have a game night at her place. She fucking love that idea. She thought it was the sexiest thing I could do.

She invited her friends. Some of the invitees included a couple of her blonde cousins: Legs For Days and Hidden Tits. I wasted no time pouring them glasses of wine and flirting with them.

Pretty Brunette definitely noticed the attention I gave her cousins. The rest of the night she was much more physical. A hand on my forearm or a random hug, a quick peck on the mouth.

I made the game a bit more interesting by adding a drinking element. Tequila makes everything more fun. It loosened up the group. I admit I had a good time playing board games.

After the games, everyone left her apartment, except for me. I stayed and started cleaning up. Pretty Brunette came over and grab the game out of my hands, and tossed it on the floor. Then she grabbed my shirt and pulled me down into a kiss.

While making out, she kept trying to lead me to the bedroom. I resisted. Finally I broke our kiss and told her, “You’re drunk and I don’t want to take advantage of you. I’m going to finish cleaning up and then go home.”

She got a little mad at being denied and stormed back to her room. I picked the game off the floor. I put the dishes in the dishwasher. I was a genuinely nice human being.

Then I heard the click clack click clack of heels on the hard floor. I looked up to see the Pretty Brunette strut into the room in a matching bra and panty set. This was the most I’d ever seen of her body. And my jaw dropped a little bit.

A ribbon of gold foiled condoms dangled from her hand. She said, “I bought these specifically for you.” She moved a little closer. Click clack. “Can I be honest with you? I’ve wanted to have sex with you for a while, but I’ve been so nervous.”

She made me ask. “Why are you so nervous?”

She bit her lip, and said, “Because you have the biggest penis I’ve ever seen, and I’m not sure if it’s going to fit.” Then she turned and walked back to her bedroom, making sure I checked out her ass and legs.

I followed her back to her room and fucked her. I made her keep the heels on. It was sexy until she almost stabbed me in the eye. Then I had to rip them off her feet.

When it came to the sex, she was right to be nervous. Fitting it in wasn’t easy, and required a lot of foreplay and lube. Even then I wasn’t able to give her the whole nine yards. The sex wasn’t spectacular, hardly memorable, and I don’t even remember the details, but the build up through the months of dating made it seem like an achievement.

After we fucked, she cuddled up close to me and put her head on my chest. She said she was looking forward to getting used to my dick.

Unfortunately for her, I was already thinking about the next one I could fuck.