It all started with a name on a screen. We had mutual friends, but I’d never really noticed her until she popped up in my “People You May Know” on BlackBerry Messenger. Her name was Natasha. I took a chance and added her, not expecting much more than a polite “Hey.”
But the “Hey” turned into hours, and the hours turned into days. We were 19, and suddenly, my Blackberry was glued to my hand. We’d talk about everything school, music, our dreams. But as the weeks went on, the vibe shifted. The innocent banter started to lace with something heavier, something electric. We realized we were both feeling the same pull, the same intense attraction. The texts started getting naughty. Really naughty.
It wasn’t just dirty talk; it was an exploration. I quickly realized Natasha wasn’t just interested; she was insatiable. She was just as horny as I was, a fact she made no effort to hide.
One night, things reached a boiling point. We were texting late, the glow of our screens the only light in our rooms.
“If you could do anything to me, what would you do?” she typed.
I didn’t hold back. I painted a picture for her. I told her how I’d peel off her clothes slowly, worshiping every inch of her skin. I described how I’d lay her back, spread her legs, and taste her, licking her until she was squirming and screaming my name. I told her I’d slide my cock inside her tight pussy, nice and deep, and fuck her until we both couldn’t take it anymore, finishing by flooding her with my cum.
The reply wasn’t a text. She sent a voice note. Her breathing was heavy, ragged. In the background, I could hear the unmistakable wet, rhythmic sound of her fingers working her pussy. She was touching herself to my words. It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Your turn,” she whispered in the next note. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
I asked, and she told me she wanted to ride me. Hard. For the entire night. She loved the thought of 69, of grinding her pussy on my face while she sucked my cock. We kept the fantasy alive for weeks, but we were still just words on a screen. I knew I had to make it real.
I finally invited her over for a sundown date. I had a surprise for her a beautiful dress I’d bought, something I knew would look incredible on her. When she arrived, she looked stunning. Nervous, but stunning.
We sat on the couch, watching the sky turn orange, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I leaned in. “Can I kiss you?”
She nodded, and the moment our lips touched, it was like a dam breaking. We made out for an hour, deep and passionate. My hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the small of her back. I slid my hand up her T-shirt, feeling the soft skin of her stomach, moving higher to cup her perky breasts. She moaned into my mouth, but when my fingers went for the waistband of her jeans, she tensed up slightly. She wasn’t quite ready to go all the way yet, a shyness taking over her.
I pulled back, grabbed the bag with the dress, and handed it to her. “I got this for you. Do you want to try it on?”
She smiled, a genuine, sweet smile. “Yes, I’d love to.”
“I have one condition,” I said, looking her dead in the eyes. “You can’t wear anything underneath it.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep red, but she didn’t hesitate. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
She went to the bathroom and came out a few minutes later. The sight took my breath away. The dress hugged her slim frame perfectly, draping over her medium-sized, perky bust and the gentle curve of her hips. She looked like a dream, and knowing she was completely bare underneath drove me wild.
We went back to the couch, and the making out resumed with a new intensity. This time, there were no barriers. I let my hand drift up her thigh, under the soft fabric of the dress. Her skin was soft and warm. I moved higher, my fingers finding her center.
She was already soaked. I slid a finger inside her, and she gasped, arching her back. She was so incredibly tight. I added another finger, pumping them in and out, curling them just right to hit her g-spot. The moans coming from her were driving me insane. I knew I had to taste her.
I dropped to my knees, pushed the dress up, and buried my face between her legs. Her pussy was perfect, pink and glistening. The moment my tongue touched her clit, she shuddered. I licked her with a hunger I didn’t know I had, teasing her entrance, circling her sensitive nub, then sliding my tongue deep inside her.
“Oh, God, Jim,” she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair. “I’m sorry, I can’t control it.”
Before I knew it, she was pulling me up, pushing me back onto the couch. She straddled me, her eyes wild with lust. She guided my cock to her entrance and sank down on me in one smooth, desperate motion. The feeling of her tight, wet heat wrapping around my shaft was pure bliss.
She started riding me immediately, her hips grinding, bouncing up and down. She was a force of nature. She leaned down, pressing her perky tits against my chest, kissing me deeply as she fucked me. She couldn’t seem to get enough, moving faster, deeper. It was like she’d been waiting for this for years.
“Natasha, slow down,” I groaned, feeling the pressure building in my balls. “I’m going to cum if you keep this up.”
She looked at me, biting her lip. “Let it happen. If you do, I promise I’ll get you up again. We have all night. I want you to fuck me all night.”
She didn’t slow down. If anything, she picked up the pace, riding me with a desperate rhythm. It was too much. A few minutes later, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, filling her pussy with my load. I came hard, groaning as I flooded her tight depths.
She didn’t stop. She kept grinding on me, milking my cock, coaxing every last drop out of me. Even as I started to soften, she didn’t get off. She slid down, positioning her wet pussy right over my face. “69?” she whispered.
I didn’t hesitate. I pulled her down onto me, and as she lowered her lips to my cock, I went back to work on her pussy. The taste of her mixed with my own release was intoxicating. It didn’t take long for her to get me hard again. She was a miracle worker.
That night was a blur of sweat, moans, and tangled limbs. We fucked in every position I could think of. I bent her over the arm of the couch and took her from behind in a rough doggy style, my hand smacking her ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. She looked back at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “If we make this official, this ass belongs to you,” she panted. “You can have it anytime you want.”
We took a break to eat dinner, but we were so lost in the moment that we did it completely naked, sitting at my small table, laughing and feeding each other between kisses. I was chugging water, trying to keep my energy up for the beautiful, insatiable girl in front of me.
We went back to the bedroom and fucked until the sun started to peek through the blinds. We were both exhausted, but neither of us wanted to stop. I flooded her pussy one last time, a final, powerful climax that left us both gasping for air.
As the morning light filled the room, she finally got up, a satisfied, dazed smile on her face. She got dressed, and I walked her to the door. We shared a long, lingering kiss.
That was the night it started. That was the night Natasha became mine.