First time posting here heeeeeyy~ This is a tale about how I, a repressed girl from a religious background, got her first mutual, sexually charged flirting on.

Back in my junior college days, I met a guy, who we'll call Jake. Jake was chill, a little funny, a little annoying but very easy to talk to. I wasn't interested in him sexually, at least not at first. We were young. I was 21 still adjusting moving from a small town, still trying to figure out how making friends worked after high school in a city I wasn't familiar with. I'm the unintentionally flirtatious type, but growing up, the guys I was close to knew this and nothing ever happened.

So when Jake would respond flirtatiously, I was a bit taken back. Usually I was laughed off, a little pervert, someone who though dirty jokes were the funniest thing in the world and people thought I was so silly for it. Jake was the same. Jake was open that all he wanted was to get his dick wet. He didn't say this directed to me in particular, as he was bemoaning how his ex never went down on him even though he ate her out, but something in me felt... excited at this. A guy, openly talking about his sexual experience? That was unheard of for someone like me, who spent most of her years growing up around organized religion. I had been less and less involved as I got older, and moving almost entirely kept me from that part of my life.

And what was a girl to do when for the first time in her life she thought "oh... I could suck a dick probably?"

The girl goes home and finger fucks herself imagining sucking a dick for a guy she barely knew.

Of course I didn't tell him. I'm a brat, you see, so attempts to indicate that I would be down for something casual were very much unnoticed.

Until we exchanged Snap information and I was responding to his stupid story about how he thought any girls should send him nudes.

I sent him a picture. A close up of my breasts, though in a bra. Something I'd never done before! I was excited, nervous, almost mortified and his response was "OH MY GOD" And so I wrote: "You're not getting a nude but I'm feeling generous with this much."

And somehow, it became a thing between us.

I'd send him risque pictures of my breasts, he'd get a lot more bold in person about how fixated he was on my chest. "Your shirt is nice today." "Oh, is your bra new?" "Wow I love the design on your t-shirt it catches the eye." All while very pointedly staring at my chest.

One day, he gave me a ride home after class.

"The seatbelt effect is so real." He mentioned, once again, staring at my chest. I asked him, innocently, "what's the seatbelt effect?"

"It's when the seatbelt is between a girl's boobs and makes them... stand out."

I laughed, adjusted the seatbelt a little and asked if that was indeed what was happening.

He said yes, drove over some train tracks, looked at me and said "They're jiggling."

I felt my pussy throb.

Fuck.

I was so turned on by this idiot's open attraction to my tits.

"Wanna touch them?" I asked.

Red light. He reached over, gave a squeeze, and clicked his tongue.

"Dude, I'm getting hard."

I looked at his crotch, gasped, and said "Really?! You're that easy?!"

He laughed. "Yeah, I've got a chub!"

I shook my head, looked out the window and laughed.

I wanted to grab his crotch and take his dick out and give him a handjob right then and there, except, he was driving, and I wasn't going to risk my life to see how hard he could really get.

I wanted so badly to tell him to pull over so I could let him touch my breasts more and more.

Right there, in his big ol' truck, I was ready to pull my shirt down to let my tits pop out as I gave him a blow job. The first time letting a guy fuck my mouth was almost right then and there.

Reader, I know you'd love for me to go into detail about this encounter that'd built up between us;

so let me do that.

We pulled over, a spot a few blocks away from my place, under a tree. No one was around, it was a midday after noon in a residential area on a weekday, so perfect for there to me almost no one.

I grab his grotch and knead by hand against it gently, shivering as I feel his dick harden under my touch. I bite my lip, admit I'm curious. I want to see it and feel it. He throws his head back a little and says "fuck yeah," and unzips his pants and shimmies his boxers down enough for me to be met with his dick.

He was about 5 inches at that point, eventually stiffening up to 7.

"Can I see your tits?"

I hesitate, he says "it's fine," but I eventually oblige. I pull my blouse down, one I wore specifically with a low neckline, and pull my big tits up out of my bra and let them spill over. They were big, round, and perfect. My nipples were already hard, and I couldn't help my pussy get so fucking wet at this exposure. He reaches out, presses two fingers against my left nipple and I shiver. "They're so fucking big..." He mutters, his cock twitching.

I undo my seatbelt, lean over, and touch his cock.

Warm, throbbing... hard... a real cock in my hand... after fantasizing about one so long.

"Oh my god," I whisper as he moans a little. "You're actually so weak to me..." It thrilled me. I gave him a few strokes, nervous, unsure, only for him to take my hand in his and guide me. Up and down, a little dry, kind of awkward, but eventually we figured out a rhythm. I spit on his cock and his breath hitches as I find a good pace and he fondles my breasts as I work him.

I want to lick it. Suck it. I want his cum. I wiggle my ass a little as I lean over more and can't help but moan as he pinches my nipples.

They're so sensitive... I always knew this. I was already soaking through my panties at just this much.

"Shit... I'm gonna cum," he says.

"Already?" I tease.

"Shut up..." He says, embarrassed, but he bucks his hips a little as I slow my pace.

"I'm not gonna use my mouth just so you know." Again, I'm annoying, so pleasantly terrified at how my pussy is aching to be fucked, and wrestling with my natural inclination to be a brat about this. He says it's fine, looking at my tits, telling me how fucking gorgeous they are.

"Thank you," I can't help but say, as I was already going to go home after this and finger fuck myself into orgasm after orgasm.

Eventually, his breathing quickens, he grunts, such cute noises telling me how good I'm doing, and he cums.

I stop and stare.

"Holy shit," I say, "you came."

"Y-Yeah!" He sounds a little confused that I pointed out the obvious, but I know that he knows I'm still a virgin at this point.

I wipe my hand on his thigh, he fumbles to put his dick away and give me a napkin.

"...Well," I say, wiping my hand off. I see him staring at my tits, and I quickly put them away and stammer a bit.

"...Let's... go. Er, no, I'll walk." He says nonsense, he'll drop me off properly, and we take a minute to gather ourselves quietly as he turns his truck back on and drives to my place.

"...I don't wanna have sex," I blurt out, nervous, betraying my own body's desire. "No yeah that's fine. Uh, yeah! That's... wow. Maybe- no no. Okay!" He stammers, clearly wanting to, but respecting my wishes.

"Maybe... we can try some more things." I offer, quietly, gathering my things as we reach the entrance of my apartment building.

"Oh fuck yeah, let me know."

This was... so casual. Thrilling! Nerve wracking!! I say bye, he says bye, I say thanks, he says thanks, we laugh a little, and I leave.

And went right up to my unit and threw my stuff down and pleasured myself for a full hour. My fingers weren't enough. I grab my dildo, turn it on, and shove it right into my pussy with a whimper and moan wishing it was his dick. Any dick. I just had dick on the brain and wanted so god damn badly to call him and tell him to come back but I made a huge leap that day and knew I wasn't exactly ready but I could me. I would be. I came so much. i slowly grinded my pussy against it, propped against a pillow, watching porn as I chased the release of another orgasm.

I knew it all along, but this only confirmed everything about me:

I fucking love knowing I turn someone on.