Introduction to Oversexed

A Story by Ben Relsh

A look at the sexual culture of the millennial generation by way of introspective revelation. We take a long hard look at ourselves by analyzing our feelings and admitting our sexual obsession.

She was the kind of girl who looked like a sprite. Such an other wordily and natural beauty. The color of her eyes was a compliment to her complexion. The shape of her face was perfectly accented by the beauty birth mark on her cheek under her left eye. I had never met anyone so beautiful or so disconnected.

I hadn't ever spent time with her alone. She was friends with people I knew well, and so I saw her often. That night was so strange and unforgettable. After we had mini-golfed, our group went back to her house to watch rent a film. She sat next to me and tossed a blanket over us both. Before that moment, I had no idea she had any interest in me. An hour into Moonrise Kingdom, my mind was racing.

Light-headed and nearly disoriented, I could feel the tightness in my throat as well as my jeans. I should have worn boxer briefs. My heart was beating quickly as she slowly turned her head and looked into my eyes. Her mouth slowly opened as she silently exhaled. She was inviting me to make a move. Our feet were sharing the ottoman and I felt as though I was being sucked into the old leather couch we found ourselves in. I slowly moved my arm underneath the blanket that covered us both, careful to not attract the attention of our friends in the living room. Everyone was focused on the movie but she and I had slowly moved closer together. Now I knew she wanted me to touch her.

My hand found her thigh and I hesitated. She slowly moved her hand over mine and drew it to her waist line. Without breaking eye contact she unbuttoned her jeans and left my hand to slowly unzip them. As my hand slid down I felt her abdominal muscles sharply flex as she shuddered. I felt her hand move and make its way to my body. I glanced around to make sure no one had made notice of us. As my gaze fell back to her face I saw that she was smiling a mischievous smile, silently mocking my caution.

She ran her pointer finger under my shirt and up my torso. I slowly slipped my hand into her jeans, positioning it over her lacy underwear. The tantalizing smile vanished from her face as her mouth dropped open slightly and she sharply inhaled. I could feel the warmth of her softest place against my fingers. I began to spread my fingers slowly, exploring the texture of her lingerie. I found the place I was looking for: at the top of the valley that where her lips, I felt the small cluster of nerves that made a bump. I began to rub this place with my middle finger as my index finger ran the length of her warm pudenda which I felt getting wet. At the same time her hand found my left n****e and she began to pull and pinch it playfully. Once it was hard she quickly slid her hand to my stiff member. As she plunged her hand down my tight jeans, I stifled a moan.

She wrapped her hand around my throbbing penis, but found herself to be too hampered by the jeans. Pulling her hand out, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and I watched her swallow and begin to breathe again even more heavily. She slowly pulled my erect c**k out of my loose boxers and ran her fingers up to the tip. She massaged it gently before wrapping her entire hand around it and slowly beginning to tug. She gripped as hard as she could and pulled the skin surrounding my hard muscle down, keeping the tension tight for a few seconds before slowly pulling up the the head again. I closed my eyes.

My fingers pulled her panties away and I spread the lips of her vagina gently. With my middle finger I teased the wet, hot, and soft portion of her inner most pleasurable place. I felt the tightness and decided against pushing much more than the tip of my finger inside. I opened my eyes and found hers again. I slowly licked my lips, doing my best to communicate how much I wanted to taste her there where my fingers were. She closed her mouth and swallowed again, tipping her head forward slightly, all the while maintaining eye contact. She let go of me and moved her hand to mine, pulling it away from her. I heard her quietly zip her jeans back up. She moved the blanket and stood up and in a quiet voice said to me, "Can you help me with something upstairs in the kitchen?"

I nodded and quickly zipped up my jeans, forcing my erection to be pinched up against my waistband to conceal it. She looked around the room and asked the others if they needed anything.

When no one asked for anything specific, she quickly jogged up the stairs. I followed slowly. As I reached the top and rounded the corner to the kitchen, I saw her. She was sitting on the counter top, in the corner of the kitchen. Her legs were spread and her panties hung off her foot. She was spreading her flower for my tongue. She had received my silent message very cleary.

I had never tasted anything so sweet.