She sees an opportunity for personal development.
by Bozencat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
“Hey Erica, wait up.”
It was Gary. I hardly knew him except that he sat behind me in the programming class.
“Hey Gary.”
“I’m headed this way, I thought I’d walk down with you if that’s ok?”
“Ok, let’s walk.”
We were in this programming boot camp at the business school. I wasn’t like, some geek, but I needed a job, so I was ‘upskilling’. Whatever.
[[MORE]]“You’re really good at programming, Erica,” said Gary.
“Thanks Gary.” Was he a bit simple? It wasn’t hard, we were only at like step 1.0.easy.
“Are you going to look for a dev role after the course? You’d be really good, I’ll bet.”
This went on for a couple of blocks until I stopped really paying attention. Gary was ok; a big blonde jock, but he didn’t come across with the kind of macho bullshit attitude of some of them I’ve known have.
“You’ve got such a great ass, Erica.”
“Wait, what?”
“I mean you are so hot.”
“You actually said that out loud, Gary. You’re not some sort of freak, are you?”
“No! I’ve got a girlfriend, well, I had till last weekend.”
“You murdered her?”
“Aw Erica, I’m not like that. No way. We’d been screwing and later, while she was asleep, I was still so turned on I started jacking off, and she woke up just as I came on her.”
This was the first time Gary had spoken to me beyond a couple of questions about Python, and now he was telling me this? I didn’t know whether to laugh or look for a cop and have him shoot Gary.
“She was screaming all this stuff about consent and shit, and she was really mad, then she just got up and left. Texted me to never contact her again.”
“Yeah, consent, you know that’s a thing, right?”
“I know, it’s not like she was some girl on the street, I mean we were actually in bed after screwing, you know?”
Gary was saying all this with such straight-faced honesty, and he seemed so kind of bewildered by his girl’s reaction, I couldn’t help laughing.
“I know. I’m sorry Erica: I’m a little too quick to open up, you know?”
“No way.”
“My mom always says my mouth will get me a million dollars or jail time.”
“What has it got you so far?”
“Well, neither one of them so far. A lot of girls though. A lot of buddies, and I once got my swim team a whole set of protein shakes for free.”
“Well, good luck with the million dollars, Gary. I guess that explains why you are always talking in class.”
“I’m asking questions. Maybe some of the other people are too shy to ask them themselves.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think a lot of them are that shy. It wouldn’t have anything to do with getting that instructor over to wave her titties in your face?”
“Who, Lana? Yeah, man she has some rack on her. And she does! There they are, right in my face, and when she leans over to type on my keyboard they sit right on my shoulder.”
“You make them sound like a pair of parrots.”
“Yeah, big chubby parrots, just waiting to take off. Do you think she likes me?”
“I don’t know, she’s got a full stack right there, so maybe she’s ok for front end development.”
“Hey, that’s good. You’re so quick, Erica. You know, I only ask so many questions because I am distracted with you sitting in front of me. I just can’t look anywhere else when you stand up.”
“Right.”
“You’ve got such a great ass.”
“So you said.”
Was it creepy, having the guy who sat behind you in class telling you you had a great ass? It sounds creepy, and probably should have been, but Gary said it with a kind of innocent charm, like it was the most natural compliment you could pay a girl, like, your hair looks great, or I love your nails. Fact is I was getting this little thrill out of Gary’s openness. He was outrageous, but it was kind of sexy, him telling me I had a great ass. Some men I’d fucking puke on if they said it, but Gary was like a big kid. A big kid I’d like to fuck. Whoa, what?
“Every time you stand up, I just want to reach out and grab your ass.”
“That would get you a slap to go, Gary. Get you kicked out of camp too. That consent thing your girlfriend was screaming about, you know?”
“Yeah, I know, Erica. I’m all talk when I talk like that. I would never do it. I respect women. I really liked Leanne, she was so nice, so hot. She liked it up the ass so much.”
“Your ex?”
“Yeah.”
“She liked it up her ass? Like, getting fucked up her ass?”
“Yeah. We went out for about a month, but we pretty much never went out, you know?”
“Playing chess?”
“Chess? No, all the time screwing, I guess. Getting take outs and beers. Leanne was into all kinds of moves, but she loved me banging her ass, and it was so good that way. She wanted it so much; like, every day almost.”
“You were banging her ass while you should have been banging your keyboard.”
“Yeah, my grades will probably go up now she has left.”
We had to stop at an intersection to wait to cross. I felt a bit awkward. I was kind of into Gary, which I would have laughed at an hour ago. We’d be at my apartment building in a few minutes, and he would go off on his way, or. The lights changed and we started walking again. I knew what Gary was thinking about; the same thing I was thinking about.
“So all the time you are looking at my ass are you thinking about banging it?” What the fuck, Erica?
“Aw Erica, I don’t want you to think I am some sort of sex maniac. I respect you; you’re way smarter than I am. I just can’t stop thinking about screwing. I don’t want to creep you out, Erica, you can tell me to get away, you know. Maybe I should change seats at the camp.”
“It’s ok, Gary. At least I will know what you are thinking about; if it was a stranger, then who knows?”
“Yeah, you’re right, but you know, I will be all embarrassed when we get back to class.”
I stopped walking, and Gary turned to look at me. He was taller than me be by a head, with broad shoulders; swim class he had said, so a swimmers build. He looked at me like I was about to say something, but there was none of that anticipation or even satisfaction that some creeps have when they talk to you and think they have talked themselves into you.
“So, Gary.”
“Yeah, Erica? You alright?”
I nodded. Right Erica, I said to myself; you go get what you want, girl. Go get it.
“Gary. This is my apartment building right here.”
“Oh, ok.”
“You wanna come up to my apartment and bang my ass?”
Gary looks like he has seen a ghost or something. Then his mouth moves, and he begins to smile.
“Aw Erica, you’re messing with me.”
“I’m not messing with you, Gary, I’m really horny, and I’ve never had it in my ass.”
I turned and walked away up the steps to the main door. I could feel Gary’s eyes on me as I walked; on my ass, his imagination working like a locomotive, trying to work out if he was being strung along.
I unlocked the door, went in and held the door for him, if he wanted it. He did.
It was a long way to the top floor, and we didn’t say a word all the way. Just before we got to the apartment I remembered Mona, my roomie. I couldn’t do it if she was in.
“My roomie should be at work,” I said.
“Sure hope so.”
I was panting a little after the stairs, but Gary looked like he had just walked across the street.
“I should work out more,” I said.
We stood for a moment in the living room, and I was conscious of the mess; two girls sharing, and neither of them a real adult. I thought about my bedroom, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d washed the sheets. I just couldn’t do it in there. Well, I always petted my kitty in the shower, so maybe…
“I feel pretty rank after being in class all day then walking up those stairs, I gotta take a shower Gary.”
“Uh, ok.”
He’s just standing there, and I do believe he is looking for a place to sit while he waits for me. Are you fucking kidding, Gary?
“Uh, Gary?”
“Yeah? Oh, right.”
We went into the bathroom which was about the biggest room in the apartment. The shower was a like a fucking room itself, with glass sliding doors and a shower head like a frying pan. I reached in and set the water running. Gary was naked when I turned back. It was like his clothes had just come off all in one piece.
“Whoa.”
Gary grinned and shrugged. He did have shoulders, and his stomach was flat and firm. He was nearly hairless, so I had no problems seeing his cock, which was, well, ready. It was a good size. I swallowed.
“I feel a little over dressed.”
I started pulling my t-shirt over my head and Gary was right there pulling open my jeans, putting his hands in. He had my jeans and panties down around my ankles before my t-shirt had cleared my face, and his hands were all over my body, reaching round and unfastening my bra but trapping it between our bodies. With my arms in my t-shirt above my head, he kissed me, filling my mouth with his tongue, pressing hard on my lips. I pushed back against him, brought my arms down and tossed the t-shirt to feel the muscles in his shoulders and back.
I hadn’t touched anyone, or been kissed or touched by anyone, since last year, and it felt so good, like I missed it but didn’t know how much till Gary touched me. I was just feeling him while we were kissing, feeling the male skin under my fingers, the muscles and the bones so solid. Then his cock, right there against me.
I broke off the kiss and let my bra fall away, kicked out of my jeans. We were like that for a second, just looking. I had more hair between my legs than Gary had on his whole body below his hairline. I never shaved anything apart from my legs, and them hardly ever. I had beautiful mops of black hair under my arms and a real woman’s rug above my cunt, and I didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought about that.
“You are so gorgeous, Erica; so hot.”
Good boy. “Come on, Gary.”
We just about both fit under the big shower head. I spread water on Gary’s body and he wipes it over me, feeling around to cup my ass, leaning to kiss my shoulders, my titties, drawing his fingers through my pubes, brushing my lips. I felt amazing and amazed at the sensations, but I felt like Gary was a little tense. Was he nervous?
“What’s up, Gary?”
“Uh, sorry, Erica, I should have had a leak before we started.”
Real life, what a bastard. If I let Gary get out of the shower and stand there pissing in the toilet, then what? Some turn on, watching him pissing. After that I would need a lot of petting to get going again, but right then I was ready to fuck.
“Let’s not waste time, Gary. Just do it.”
“What?”
“Just piss, Gary, we’re wet anyway.”
I grabbed his cock, soft and solid at the same time, jerking it in my hand.
“Just piss on me. Come on Gary, do it.”
Gary gasped as I squeezed him, and I saw the tension leave his face, and felt his piss spraying off my belly. It was like a pencil drawing across my body, and if fucking thrilled me. Gary’s piss was so hot; so wrong, and there was so fucking much of it. It sprayed up to my breasts, ran down my legs, became part of the shower water flowing over my body. So watching him piss in the pan would be a turn off, but having him piss all over me is hot? Go figure, Erica.
“You pissed on me, you dirty fucking bastard,” I said, as Gary’s piss ran out. “You’d better fuck me good to make up for that.”
I lifted my left leg to hook his leg and pulled Gary in by the cock. The tiles of the shower wall were cold against my back. Gary bent his knees to get in close, and I held onto him and the walls and let Gary feel around my cunt and find his own way in. His cock rubbed around my lips and it felt so good Then he found what he was looking for, and with a quick, slap-like flick, Gary was in me.
I moaned out, and all I could do was get lost in that deep sound inside me and the sensation of Gary’s cock pushing right up inside my cunt. I felt Gary grunting as he humped; we were communicating like animals. I clawed him.
Gary pumped his hips, grinding me into the wall, crushing me with his arms, one hand hard on my ass. My head kept knocking on the tiles, so Gary caught my hair, wet and ropey in his left fist and pulled tight, away from the wall, but not tight as I liked.
“Fucking pull it, Gary.” He pulled it so tight my eyes almost popped out, but that was the feeling I wanted, and some kind of deep ur-sound ripped out of me which was like a spur to Gary.
He dug in, rammed his hips forward like his cock was digging for truffles inside me; like it was burrowing into me, till it was almost too much to take, but it wasn’t, and I took that and more.
“Fucking go, Gary, fucking go,” I said, and he maybe that surprised him because laughed as he worked, which made me laugh, which actually cut the tension between us so we got into a steadier rhythm. I felt my cunt easing and I felt like I could come with Gary, which wasn’t something I did with just anyone, but there was no need to rush.
“Let me up,” I said, and Gary eased back and out. I needed a break because my cunt was throbbing, it hadn’t been used like that for so long. I know Gary would have gone on and shot up inside me while I was still building up. You have to keep men on a short leash so they don’t eat all the lunch before you even get to the table.
“Let’s have a little mid-fuck foreplay,” I said, scooshing some shower gel onto Gary hands and across his chest, and we kissed and rubbed each other clean for a quiet moment.
I moved Gary out from under the water fall of the shower and scooshed more gel in his hands, then I turned away from him to put my hands up on the tiles across the corner of the shower under the head and moved my feet apart. Gary knew what he was there for with that gel, and I felt his hand cupped go right between my ass-cheeks, and his fingers brushed against then began to rub my hole.
“Oh.” I said.
“You ok, Erica?”
“Yeah, Gary.” I just let him rub and circle, and eek his thumb in there a little, just getting used to it, just feeling it, for a while, then I looked at Gary, over my shoulder.
“Bang my ass, Gary, you go, boy,” I said, with a little nervous laugh. “It’s my first time though, so be careful back there.”
“Don’t you worry, Erica,” he said; “I’ll be easy on you, I won’t hurt you.”
“Fuck,” I said, as Gary put his thumb or finger up me. I couldn’t describe that sensation, but it was like someone shouting me awake. Then Gary pulled his finger out.
“Fuck,” I said.
We both laughed; I’d never laughed so much during sex as I did there in the shower with Gary. I felt him moving into position, and him holding his cock and feeling around between my cheeks to press on my hole, pressing me open.
“Push out, Erica,” Gary said; “uh, like you are taking a dump.”
I was snickering as I pushed, it seemed so ridiculous, but Gary forced himself forward and it was like I had just exploded. The fucking noise that came out of me as Gary opened me up was something from the wilderness than from an apartment in the city.
Gary moved slowly, gripping my hip, and my belly, pushing himself off then pulling me back onto him. Every push was a gifted violation in me like I was being rummaged around in and it felt so good. I pushed on the wall, pressing Gary deeper and deeper and it was like he was pressing on the back door of my fucking womb it felt that deep; like he was pressing on every inch of my roping guts, and them writhing to get away. I felt my bladder go and there was no stopping it if I’d wanted to; my piss splashing down, spreading in the water at our feet, emptying and opening up more room for Gary inside of me.
“Fucking hell,” I was saying; “fucking hell, you fucking cunt it’s so good. So fucking good.”
Gary gripped me like I was trying to get away, saying “oh yes, oh yes,” over and over, squeezing and crushing me everywhere he put his hands and the pain was adding to that most amazing fuck. The water flooded over us, Gary tearing me apart and squeezing me back together.
Right then I noticed Mona, my roomie, standing in the doorway, all agog. I flicked a wave with one hand.
“Hi, Mona.” She split, slamming the door.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Never fucking mind,” I said; “keep going.”
Gary upped his pace, tightened his grip, and I knew he was going to come.
“Gonna come,” he said.
“Do it,” I said, “cum in me, fucking fill me up.”
Gary surged and let out a long “oh,” as he flooded my ass, his body Jerking with every slowing thrust, until he pulled out which was fucking amazing in itself. I sagged as Gary fell away from me to hold himself against the other wall, his hanging cock streaked with a right fucking mess of cum and what-not.
I felt like my ass had been seared and rubbed raw, which it probably had, so I would need to get some proper lube if I was going to take that kind of action again, though right then I was ready for something else.
“Go down on me, Gary.”
He smiled, went down on one knee then the other, shuffling forward until I caught his head in my hands, digging my nails into his scalp, opening my legs, tilting my hips forward into his face.
“Eat me right out Gary, snuffle in there till you find my treasure. Make it happen.”
Gary dove in and caught my lips in his mouth, my whole hairy outer cunt right in one mouthful, sucking me in. I could have wept.
I felt his teeth grind down and then his tongue open and probe me. He worried away in there for a time before hunting and scurrying around to find my clit in its hoodie, and when he did he held on onto it with his lips and even his teeth, flicking and frazzing me with his tongue like it was an eraser on a page, rubbing away everything that was written till there was nothing but this white space and I screamed.
From white-out to black-out, it was like my life just stopped.
A new page turned and I was actually on my knees in front of Gary. He was grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat. I was shaking in waves; the shower was still flooding over us and the floor was hard. I was filled up and emptied out; exhausted and purified like an offering to the fucking gods, which might sound like an exaggeration to you, but it fucking felt like that so fuck you. I took Gary in my arms and pulled him towards me to taste my own cunt.
by Bozencat for Literotica
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