They never knew how, but it started

John was not a virgin. Not really. There was that one time where he had gotten this half assed blow job after school. And there was those two times he had actually had real sex. Granted, it had not been very long, either one of those times. But still, it counted.

Apart from that, he focused his amorous attention on online porn, like many 20 year old losers in college did. When he saw the ad for the app, he thought he might as well add it to his growing pile of unsuccessful attempts at securing a hot date. After creating his profile though, John was surprised.

Not so much by the fact that he got a match. He always did. It was just that this time it did not look obviously fake like usual. Had those catfish accounts just gotten better, or did he really score a match? If it was real, this girl was really cute. She looked even more insecure about this whole thing than himself.

John thought, that he had nothing to lose by simply trying it out. Will, nothing except for maybe getting robbed or killed by some fake hot girl when he got there. But he was **** enough to try anyway. He booked the one time slot she had available.

The next evening John took a few deep breaths and knocked at her door. It opened right away, as if she had been waiting behind it. However she opened it only a crack. A high pitched, timid voice asked "Y...yes?"

Oh right, John thought. There was this codeword thing. Dang, what was it again? He was so nervous, he almost forgot. After a second of panic he remembered though. "I... Erm... I mean... Macaroni"

"Oh... I mean.... Yes, of course" she almost whispered. Shortly the door opened a bit more. It revealed Cindy, wearing a white top that looked casual yet elegant, as well as a pair of dark blue pants. The two of them looked at each other, or rather at the area of carpet beneath each other, for a few awkward seconds.

"So, erm..." John began at the same time that she said "You want to..." While gesturing him to step inside. While they both started to apologize for the interruption, John at least ended up inside of her place.

"You look really nice" John managed to say. He thought it could not hurt, right? Cindy blushed a bit more and looked down. After a bit, she raised her head again "You... You do too." Their eyes found each other this time.

John knew the look she gave him very well. It was the same look that he was giving her right now. Mostly nervous, trying and failing to show more confidence than she had. And there was that other thing in there. A hint, or maybe more than a hint, of longing.

"Well this... This is a bit awkward, isn't it?" John asked with a nervous laugh "I mean, me being here to, you know...." To John's utter surprise Cindy said under her breath "...to fuck me?" After realizing what she just said, she clapped s hand over her mouth. "Well, I... Yes" John confirmed. "I am here to fuck you." He was not sure why he said it again. To convince her? To convince himself? Or maybe to get himself thrown out because he was an idiot?

But she did not throw him out. "Do... Do you want to come inside?" After a second her eyes opened wide, revealing that she was very aware of how that just sounded "I mean, do you want to come with me into the living room?" She added hastily. "Yes I would" John answered and walked after her.

He was not sure what drove him to say it, but he blurted out "Your butt looks great in those pants" she turned back to look at him "I... Thanks." They stood opposite each other in her small but tastefully decorated living room. John was not quite sure how it happened, and why it happened in that specific moment. Thoughts raced through his head. I really AM here to fuck her, right? We both know it...

And before he knew how, they had both taken a step forward, throwing their arms around each other and kissed. Slow and awkward at first but they found s rhythm after a bit. Her lips were impressively soft. John's hands found their way onto the back of her ass. Cindy have a surprise little squeak into his mouth, not she did not recoil.

The kissing intensified more and more, her hands were now running up and down his back, he started to squeeze her cheeks. And the both had started to moan. Not very loud, but directly into each other's ears. Their breathing quickened.

John was the first to pull at her top. She raised her arms to let him pull it off of her. After that, she unbuttoned his shirt while he nervously tried to open her bra. He failed several times, finally opening the damn thing as she slid his shirt off. Both of them topless, they hugged and kissed again. John could feel her boobs getting pressed flat into his chest and groaned.

A wonderful while later, Cindy took a half step back. They were both slightly out of breath, looking at each other. Cindy let out a nervous laugh, that John joined in to. Following a sudden impulse, John dropped to his knees. "How about..." He grabbed her pants with both hands and started to pull down. The light fabric of her pants formed a heap at her ankles now, joined by her panties a second later "... a little of this?" John asked and gave her shaven clit a careful kiss.

Cindy gasped loudly. Her body seemed to freeze in place. John was not sure if that was a good sign, but he tried again. With the tip of his tongue he moved in a little circle, barely touching her. After two seconds silence, Cindy let out a long stretched sigh of pleasure. A good sign then, John thought with a grin.

His tongue explored her clit and her wet slit. Up and down it went, never very hard, never going inside of her deep, but it seemed to drive Cindy crazy. In no time, her hands were on the beach of his head and she started to grind up against his face. She moaned rhythmically by now.

John's tongue went deeper outside of her, his nose poking into her clit whenever he went in deep. Cindy's clear enjoyment have him the courage to reach up and prod her asshole with one finger. Just a little bit. He could feel her hands twitch and heard her gasp sharply.

"What are you..." She mumbled. He looked up and saw her starting down at him in disbelief. She did not look angry. Shocked, but not mad. They looked at each other, unmoving. That is too das John's finger was still prodding her behind. And after another moment of silent stares, she grabbed the back of his head more tightly and almost slammed him back onto her crotch.

Her hips moved back and forth in a wave-like motion. In the front, she grinded up against his fact, in the back, she made his finger slip every so slightly into her ass. After a few rotations like this, Cindy sighed loudly even mumbling "oh God... Oh yes, right.... there....Aaahhhh"

John did not see any reason to stop doing exactly what he was doing. Her hips moved faster now. She groaned and moaned intensely now. "Oh fuck! Oh God! I... Ahhhh... I didn't know this could feel so.... Hmmm... And with a finger up my.... ahhhhh" And then, all words failed her. She called out loudly as John's tongue drove her to cum. Com the first time for tonight that is.