The Night of Our Desperation [F25/M27] [First Date] [Ovulation] [Unprotected Sex]

It might have been love at first sight.

Definitely lust.

Super nice boobs!

We met through a mutual friend at a party. She was beautiful, funny, petite, blonde, green-eyed, and so far out of my league I should have needed binoculars.

I asked her out before my self-preservation instincts kicked in, and when she said yes, I spent the next forty-eight hours convinced that she’d come to her senses and cancel. See, she warned me she was slammed at work, some huge project, everyone staying late. She couldn’t do a real date. Not yet. But she could sneak away after hours for a walk in the park by her office.

Of course, I obliged. But I was more nervous than I cared to admit. Maybe she was just being nice.

I rushed over from work so fast I looked like that guy who tried, failed, and showed up anyway. Crooked glasses, messy hair, disheveled shirt. She didn’t seem to notice. It was already dusk. Maybe that helped. She, on the other hand, looked radiant. Tiny pink skirt, tight top, heels. Playful, bold, impossible not to notice. She looked like every filthy fantasy I’d ever dreamed, and she knew perfectly well what she was doing to me.

She seemed genuinely happy to see me, flirting like it was an Olympic event. Mischievously. Laughing too much. Touching my arm. Even brushing against my butt.

And I responded, of course.

Then she joked that she was ovulating and feeling reckless. Yeah, she might be making questionable decisions.

Well. Fantastic. Totally normal thing to hear on a first date.

I laughed it off.

My body did not.

For a man, certain phrases go straight past his brain, especially after two years without sex. Not since my last girlfriend. Which I then blurted out with disastrous detail because I was nervous and awestruck. I hadn’t meant to tell her everything just yet. Pathetic story. She met a hotter guy, and I got dumped.

I half expected her to run.

She did not. If anything, she seemed more intrigued.

“I’ve been unattached for the past year myself,” she said.

That should have calmed me. Instead, it made everything feel more dangerous. Like a lit match in a fireworks factory.

She must be horny and desperate, too.

We kept walking, both pretending this was still a normal date.

It wasn’t.

We ended up on a bench making out. In public. I suggested a scenic drive to a secluded spot I knew, somewhere quiet and beautiful.

She said yes. Just like that.

As soon as we parked, whatever self-control we had left… gone.

I didn’t kiss her so much as lunged at her, groping her like I’d been drowning and she was my life preserver. Two years since I’d had a woman in my hands and arms, the hunger of that hit me all at once.

A real, physical, aching need.

Clothes got loosened. A few came off. She climbed onto my lap, grinding against me while we made out like horny teenagers. Her nipples were hard through her top. I love women’s nipples. I rubbed, squeezed, and mauled them, then yanked out her bare breasts and sucked hard, biting gently while she moaned and rocked on me.

What I remember most is my overpowering desire. I felt famished for her. I mean, those marvelous mammaries! I seriously suckled them like I intended to induce lactation.

Maybe I did.

The console made everything awkward, so I dropped the seat backs, making room for us to lie down. I pushed her thong aside and started eating out that perfect pussy while she lay on her back, sighed, and trembled.

Then I kissed back up her thighs, her stomach, her fantastic tits.

We made out again as I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her slit. God… There was almost no way I could resist that juicy piece of paradise spread open before me. Not after so long without sex.

“I don’t have a condom,” I said.

That should have halted everything.

“I don’t care. I need you inside me,” she gasped. “Now.”

Red flag. Red flag.

We both knew the risks. But danger added a jolt that made resistance impossible.

Besides, I could always pull out.

Right?

I inserted my dick slowly. Yes, totally bare. Halfway at first, then back out until just the head was inside her, hovering for a moment. I did this a few times, teasing her, acting as if I was going to sink my entire length inside yet pulling back an instant before the final shove.

She was incredibly responsive. Her pussy felt so tight and wet, and her juices dripped down my ball sack.

“Baby, don’t tease,” she said.

That was it.

I slammed all the way in, balls deep.

Her pussy instantly quivered uncontrollably, got way wetter, and gripped me tight. She exhaled. Hard. I knew she’d orgasmed.

A groan tore out of me that was pure joy. Like I’d finally come home. But I kept my pace slow, otherwise her wet wonderland would have made me cum right then.

“You feel incredible,” I said. After so much deprivation, she felt like heaven. I told her I loved her pussy. Her cunt felt so good I couldn’t stop myself. Told her my balls were full and heavy, and I was going to pump her hard and deep.

She only moaned louder, then wrapped her legs around me. Pulled me closer.

“Okay, baby,” she said.

I fucked her like a wild animal now. Desperate. Hands locked on her hips, slamming into her yet harder, actually swaying the car. When I felt myself getting close, I warned her.

I tried to pull out.

But she grasped my ass and held me in place.

“I can’t stop,” I rasped, bottoming out with each determined plunge.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered.

Then she orgasmed again. Her pussy suddenly squeezed and pulsed around me in strong, rhythmic waves, over and over. Her whole body shook. Her face reddened. Her eyes rolled back.

I followed right behind her. One hard thrust and I erupted. Heavy gushes, straight up against her cervix, throbbing while her pussy milked every last drop from me.

Two years of frustration, fully emptied into her.

It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. Certainly the most voluminous.

“Yes,” she whispered. “So good.”

I expected panic to hit us both immediately.

At first, it did.

I knew there was a real chance we’d just permanently changed our lives.

Then something stranger happened. We stayed close. We breathed. Which was honestly rude… if we were going to behave in uninhibited rash ways, the least we could do was regret it on schedule.

Well, okay. Maybe the morning-after pill would save us.

I remained hilted inside her, gently grinding, holding her close while my cock softened. Both of us weirdly calm. When I finally pulled out, a thick glop plopped from her pussy. She giggled, scooped it into her fingers. We didn’t have a tissue, so she opened the passenger door and flicked my brazen leavings outside like the most natural thing in the world.

Then she licked her fingers.

And laughed.

I laughed too.

We repaired our clothes and went for another short walk like two adults who had absolutely not just made several catastrophic decisions in a parked vehicle. Still, there was something strangely tender about that walk. The night air. The adrenaline fading. My semen leaking down her thigh.

So much for taking things slow.

“I can’t take Plan B,” she said suddenly. “It messes with my body too much.”

After a pause, she asked, very calmly, “What if you got me pregnant?”

I just stared at her. My God, she wasn’t kidding. I knew this was the moment for a measured, mature response. Something sane. Careful. Thoughtful.

Instead, I said, “I’d marry you.”

She smiled.

That was two weeks ago. Now we’re waiting.

Maybe nothing happens. Maybe we got lucky. Maybe we didn’t. Maybe this turns out to be the dumbest thing either of us has ever done.

Or the best.

Possibly both.

Not saying I want that.

Just not entirely sure I don’t.