So, where to start.
This is my origin story, kind of like my Black Widow, and I think I’d like to see Scarlett Johannsen play me in this role.
It’s not a ‘good girl gone bad,’ story, I’m not particularly good or bad.
It is a true story, at least in part. Some elements have been changed to protect the identities of those involved, some purely because it makes a better story, but mostly this has been part of my life.
This starts when I was 21, just finished University and working, looking for my elusive career which would bring me my fortune. Or moderate comfort.
So, I’m Amy, at the time I’m 21, I am 5’4″ and slim, with a curve of my hips and ass I am quite proud of, and 34 B breasts that I’m not.
I have thick red hair, which falls in curls, emerald green eyes, and freckles which betray my Irish heritage from my mothers side.
I had recently found out my boyfriend, the love of my life, Dan, had profiles on every dating site you can imagine, including Grindr.
After a ridiculously emotional break up, and 4 weeks of hiding away, grieving like he had died, I was here.
To explain, in my mid teens I had flirted with being a bad girl, my rebellious phase. I smoked, dabbled with drugs and sex, and generally disappointed my parents.
Then Dan came along. He was a clean living, football playing, academically bright mr perfect.
We went to the same university, lived the perfect couple life, until a friend found him on POF, and the rest of the secrets, including his bisexuality came out.
After 4 weeks of hiding away, and developing an unhealthy obsession with online porn, I had finally been persuaded to go out by my friend Kirsty.
Kirsty was a pet hate of my parents. She was skinny, blonde and ridiculously hot, but she had tattoos, piercings and smoked. She was 2 years older than me, and always dressed to show off her ample (enhanced) breasts, and generally her whole annoyingly perfect body.
She was my ‘bad influence,’ according to Mum.
It was a Friday night, and she was forcing me up town. I met her at her flat, and true to my luck it was pissing down with rain.
I managed tight jeans a vest top and heels. I never wear much make up, my porcelain skin doesn’t suit much other than mascara and red lipstick. Bright red, making them stand out with my hair and eyes.
I hit the door buzzer at Kirsty’s and when she buzzed me in, I stepped out from under my umbrella and into her hallway, making my way to her door.
She opened it for me, “Hi babe, what the fuck are you wearing?”
“What?” I stammered, a little nervous from her reaction.
“Babe, we are going out to have fun, you’re dressed like you’re going to the library, come on.”
She thrust a glass of wine into my hand, and dragged me into her bedroom.
“I’ve got some stuff in here from before the tit job that should do, and this is perfect,” she said pulling out a tiny black dress.
It was short, and skin tight. “I’m not sure…” I started to say, before she cut me off; “No, not interested, strip and get it on. And DRINK!” She cried, I drained my glass in response.
I did as she said, squeezing into the dress which covered nothing, and clinged to me everywhere.
The thin straps didn’t cover my black bra straps.
“You’re gonna have to lose the bra.” Kirsty smiled, “They’re perky enough not to need one anyway.”
I started to protest but she shouted me down, so off it came, the dress clinging to me and my nipples clearly visible through the material.
“I can’t wear it like this,” I weakly protested, knowing I’d be shouted down by the force of nature in the corner.
“Drink some more until you don’t care,” Kirsty replied from behind her cigarette.
I shook my head, eyeing her cigarette. It had been 2 years since Dan got me to quit.
A couple more glasses of wine later, and I’m on my second cigarette, laughing and joking as we waited for the Uber. Kirsty had convinced me to lose my black thong as well, as it was too visible through the tight dress. I had to agree with that one.
I felt naked as I stepped outside to the taxi, and even more so as I watched the driver stare into his mirror for the whole journey.
In the first bar we drew a lot of stares, but after a few drinks, my feelings of embarrassment fled and I was buzzing.
Fuelled on alcohol and nicotene we walked to a club Kirsty loved. I felt sexy, and more importantly I felt alive.
We hit the dance floor, where you could feel the bass through your whole body.
Within a few minutes Kirsty was locking tongues with a guy, pretty standard for her really. A few guys had come close to me, dancing, but I was giving nothing away and ignored their attentions.
I had lost Kirsty in the crowd and stopped for a second looking round to see where she had gone when hands gripped my waist from behind, pulling me back and moving my hips side to side.
I moved back against the body of a guy who was at least 6’4″ and quite solidly built.
I glanced back over my shoulder ready to deliver a stern “fuck off,” but it ended as a gasp.
He was hot. Brown hair, brown eyes, stubble, the face of a model, and he was well built, clearly worked out. His t shirt was tight with his build. His jeans were pressed tight against my ass, with what felt like an impressive package in there.
Nerves flared up, unsure how to react, he smiled, and something inside me screamed; “just go with it.” Kirsty would, she wouldn’t think twice.
I leaned back into him, dancing against him, wiggling my ass into his crotch, although he’d had to squat slightly to line it up.
I could smell his aftershave, he smelt good. His hands snaked around my waist and he nuzzled my neck, right where my neck and shoulder meet, like he knew exactly where to touch to turn me on.
Boy, did he turn me on, I could feel myself getting wet as I ground against him, and the flash of pleasure through my body when he turned me round and kissed me was intense.
We kissed long and deep, his tongue dancing with mine.
I stopped hearing the music, it was just his body, against mine, and the kiss.
His hands on my ass squeezing, sliding up my skirt, bare skin on mine.
My mind screaming ‘If he moves any further he’s going to feel how wet you are…”
His fingers curved round more and he broke the kiss staring at me with a broad smile.
He took my hand and lead me to the back of the club, I realised we were heading for the toilets, but at this point I’d have gone anywhere with him.
He quickly glanced into the gents, then glanced around, then darted in dragging me with him, straight into a cubicle.
The cubicles were floor to ceiling I was relieved to see, I didn’t want to star in a shakily filmed voyuers video online.
He pushed me roughly against the wall and was back in for the kiss, deep, hard, passionate, moving across my cheek, down my neck, Oh God how I loved my neck kissed. His hand between us, parting my thighs, slipping his finger across my lips, as I moaned into his shoulder.
I scrabbled at his jeans, opening them and reaching inside to draw out his pleasantly thick cock, fully hard in my hand.
I began to stroke him as he worked two fingers inside me, his thumb brushing my clit deliciously.
When he withdrew his hand I quickly squatted, my dress riding up over my ass and hips, exposing me.
I took his cock in my hand and pulled his jeans below his ass.
I licked him from his balls to the tip of his dick, staring up into those gorgeous eyes, as I swirled my tongue around his cock head, and then took him inside.
Bobbing my head backwards and forwards, sucking and working his cock deeper each time, listening to him gasp.
I circled his dick with my finger and thumb, looked up again, and took him into my throat, letting him fuck my throat until I gagged and pulled away.
He, quite roughly, dragged me to my feet. I had began to enjoy his rough touch and manhandling of me.
He pushed his cock against me and placing my left foot onto the toilet, I opened my legs, taking him into my hand and putting his cock against my soaking wet pussy lips.
He pushed easily inside me, me stifling my squeal of pleasure by biting onto his shoulder.
He began to fuck me against the wall, the shallow penetration of the position was difficult to manage, so I pulled away and turned, bending and arching my back, flaring my ass and pussy towards him.
He squatted and entered me again, driving all the way in in his first thrust, opening and filling me.
My hands were flat against the wall, bracing me as I pushed back to meet his thrusts, our bodies slapping together.
I vaguely thought someone might hear outside, but the building pressure and heat inside me drove that thought away.
I was panting quite heavily, and he realised how close I was getting, spurring him on, making him fuck me harder and faster, my cheek banging against the cold cubicle wall.
His left hand slid my dress up and he roughly grabbed my breasts, as his head came down, kissing and nipping my neck and shoulder.
I couldn’t help but moan, and taking that cue he bit my favourite place, where the neck and shoulder meet, his teeth sinking in with a delicious pain, as he sucked on my skin.
My pussy exploded, clenching down on his cock and lighting bolts of pleasure making my whole body quiver and shake.
I bit my wrist to stop me screaming out loud, as I felt thrusts get more ragged and uncontrolled, shorter and harder, and with one final stab he buried himself deep inside me, biting harder and grunting as I felt his cock spasm and twitch, and a heat flow from him, filling me inside.
We held together until our orgasms had subsided, then he slowly and agonisingly withdrew from me, leaving me feeling empty.
We kissed again, and I pulled my dress down. He broke the kiss smiling and said; “I’m Alex by the way.”
“Amy” I replied, blushing as I realised not only was this our first conversation, but I’d just let a total stranger cum in me, and hadn’t taken the pill in weeks.
I got his phone number before we darted back into the club, being noticed by a few guys who cheered and heckled my flight from the toilet.
As we left Kirsty grabbed my arm. Alex was gone, lost in the crowd.
“Where the fuck have you been? In the Gents?” Kirsty shouted into my ear.
“And, what, you’ve got a lovebite on your shoulder, you little slut!” The smile on her face made her look proud of me, I laughed, losing a little of Alex’s cum from inside me as I did.
“I need a cigarette, and a drink” I replied, knowing something inside me had changed, and I wanted to recapture this feeling over and over again.