*Smutty stuff in here* This is just about me and my most recent dating and sexual experiences. Honestly, it's a lot of failed relationships and a lot of sadness but it's my life so idk.


11. Hanging out with Stan

So I literally just got back from a date with Stan, like less than five minutes ago from when I started writing this. Well, it wasn’t really a date. I got an uber from class to his house and him and I hung out for a little bit.

We watched two or three episodes of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and then we started kissing for like three episodes of the show at least.

One thing led to another and we removed our shirts. Less than five minutes later, I was afraid that I had heard the garage door opening so I made us both put our shirts back on.

Stan went and checked the garage and neither of his parents were home yet so we kept kissing. At one point I straddled his waist and he kissed my boobs, there was no nipple sucking, but boob kissing and I told him that if he left a mark on me, I would kill him. Also, Stan was brave enough to grab my boobs without me moving his hands which I was really happy about.

So, we kept kissing and from where he was positioning his hand, I could tell that he wanted to start rubbing me through my leggings, but thankfully he didn’t. I don’t know if I would’ve stopped him or not if I wasn’t on my period, which I am, so I’m just glad he didn’t do that. Though, it makes me wonder if he’ll try to do it the next time we hang out *seductive eyebrow wiggle*


I’m just going to go out and say it.

I gave him another hand job.

And thank god I did it when I did because less than ten minutes after him cleaning himself up, his mom got home.

A few notes, some guys (like Connor) take forever to cum, like over ten minutes. Other guys (like Stan) take like three or four minutes.

But yeah, I gave him a hand job and it didn’t last long, and he didn’t even give me a warning when he was about to cum! Like, he shoved my hand away and I just barely missed the spurts of cum that happened less than a second later.

The hand job started when I decided to start rubbing him through his pants again (I am getting wet again just thinking about this). After a minute or two, he took my hand and moved it to the top of his jeans.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked, trying to undo something on his waist.

“Um, a belt?”

“Well you undo it because I don’t seem to be capable enough too.”

So he undid his belt, which left me with the next problem of trying to undo the button and zipper.

He snorted softly and had trouble undoing them himself, but he eventually got it.

So, I slipped my hand under his pants, and I didn’t do the bullshit with the boxers again, I just went for it and slipped my hand under the boxer and grabbed him full on. I tried pulling down his jeans a little so I could have a better angle, and so Stan just lifted his butt and pulled down his jeans a little more.

I did a few strokes then I stopped the kissing that was still going on (there was very little breaks from the kissing) so I could spit on my hand. I went to rub him again, but half my hand was moving smoother than the other so I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it while saying, “Don’t judge me.”

He just chuckled.

I started jerking him off again, kissing him at the same time. Every minute or so, I would stop and fondle his balls (that’s such a weird thing to type out) for a second or too before going back to stroking him again.

So, like I said earlier, he didn’t give me much of a warning before he came.

Well, he didn’t give me a warning at all, he just shoved my hand away right before the cum came out. I was kinda annoyed that there was no throaty moan of, “I’m gonna cum,” like he did last time, because it was so fucking hot when he said that.

And you know what was going through my mind throughout the entire hand job?

‘I wonder if I could give him a blow job.’


But yeah, about ten minutes later, his mom walked in. We didn’t have to rush and put on shirts or look presentable or anything when she walked in because the hot and heavy things ended with the hand job :(

We continued sitting on the couch in the living room for about twenty minutes before he turned to me and said, “I can give you a ride home if you’d like,” which basically meant, ‘My mom is home and now this is awkward.’

So, he drove me home.

I was texting two of my friends trying to get advice because It wasn’t even seven yet so I wanted to keep hanging out, but I didn’t know how to ask him.

Evenutally, he just said, “how are you?”

And I responded with, “I’m good, just having a crisis.”

“What about?”

“I want to invite you over, but I’m afraid you’ll say no.”

“Why would I say no?” he asked and I shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

So he agreed to come over.

But he ended up not doing so. I know his step dad texted him, wanting him to do some chores around the house, but I’m not sure if that’s the reason or not, so it worries me that he doesn’t actually like me.


The door bell rang as I started writing this and I swear to god I thought it was Stan because I thought he might’ve decided to continue hanging out, but it wasn’t him :/

Like, a couple minutes after he left, the doorbell rung and I started walking towards it, only for my sister to answer and it turned out to be one of her friends.


So, I’m happy that I got to hang out with him again after over three weeks (we hadn’t seen each other since January 29th, and today is February 21st) and that I think things went well.




If you have any questions about anything at all, feel free to leave a comment and I’ll do my best to answer it :)))

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