The Hookup That Made Me a Fountain

Hi Everyone 🙂 22 F. I don’t use this account much so I decided to utilize it to post / chat about more NSFW content. I just wanted a place to talk about things without anyone in my personal life seeing it.

I’ve been able to squirt since I was in high school. The first time it happened – from what I can remember was just me messing around alone in my room. I wanted to figure out what felt good. I had an extreme lack of sexual knowledge so what happened later was a shock to say the least.

I rubbed my clit a certain way and within minutes a warm rush of liquid came out of me – soaking my hand, arm, and the bed. Part of me was scared but I knew I wanted to do it again. I taught myself how to orgasm in a few ways and got really good at making myself squirt. Fingers, small toys, shower heads, whatever. Every single time it felt like a secret that my body was only sharing with me. Don’t get me wrong though… sometimes the cleanup was brutal lol.

With my ex it happened a couple of times because he would want me to do it for him but honestly we weren’t that great together in bed. He didn’t really take the time to understand my body and I usually didn’t let myself go all the way. Definitely a lack of communication on my end because I tend to be shy when sex comes up in conversation. But I always loved making a mess and pleasuring myself alone.

About a year ago I started talking to a guy 25M (6 FT, toned, brunette, stoic-esc features, with dark brown eyes). Btw for context I am (5’4, blonde, freckles, blue/grey eyes, petite, A-B cup). We met through mutual friends and we went on a couple of dates. Kissed once or twice – nothing crazy. I always found him really handsome and we shared a lot of fun casual nights over drinks together. One night after sharing meal he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place.

I haven’t been with many people and so I decided to bite the bullet and just say yes. I wasn’t expecting much and thought we’d just be hanging out and maybe hook-up a little bit. I wasn’t super nervous walking in because of this.

After stepping into his apartment he immediately scooped me up. I laughed as he carried me to his bed. He nipped at my neck, kissed my ear and said “Can I see you?”. My heart fell to my ass. Oh god. I hesitated for a moment but said “If you really want to”. I raised my arms and he took his time taking my clothes off. He kissed me everywhere as he did so.

When he got to my nipples I knew I was going to become undone quickly. They are really really sensitive due to my nipple piercings. As he started sucking and circling them with his tongue I felt myself dampen. I was so beyond needy in this moment but I tried my best to maintain my composure.

He slid a hand down over my black panties and his breath hitched. He gave me a smirk and my face flushed. Swiftly, he lowered himself onto me and kissed down my stomach and parted my legs. My stomach fluttered as I knew what was coming next.

He went down on me and started with his fingers, then his mouth on my clit. My ex gave me head before but it was nothing like this – whatever he was doing … he was doing it RIGHT. It felt really good. Too good, too quick. He found my spot almost instantly. I bucked my hips towards him. His fingers curling, tongue circling, and soft murmurs against me telling me how beautiful he thought I looked.

I could feel the pressure building and I knew what was coming. I kind of panicked because I felt like I didn’t know him well enough to fully give myself to him. Not to mention a spontaneous hook-up isn’t something that I usually do.

With his fingers still inside of me – I grabbed his hair, yanked him up and said “This feels great but we should slow down… I’m going to make a mess.”. He looked up at me for a second, kind of confused, like he didn’t get why I had just said that to him. But he didn’t stop … He actually just went right back to it and I fucking surrendered.

He worked his fingers in me like magic. The pressure became all consuming. The second his tongue hit my clit again I came … and squirted… a lot. It went all over his face, neck, chest and sheets. When it happened his eyes got really wide like he was shocked. He looked up at me and just said “No Way.” with the goofiest smile. I felt my face get hot and before I could say sorry he continued.

It was almost like a flip switched inside of him. He melted into me – deeper and hungrier. He started lapping it up like he actually wanted every bit of me. He held my hips steady, keeping me open for him, taking every single messy overwhelming drop from me.

I couldn’t stop. Every time I started getting close again he’d keep doing the exact same thing with his fingers and tongue. Shocker – I couldn’t stop squirting. Each time warm, wet, and intense. I genuinely have no idea how many times it happened .. I think I blacked out. The bed was soaked, he was soaked, and I was soaked.

At one point I felt embarrassed about how much there was and managed to mumble out “Sorry.. this cleanup is going to suck”. He stopped long enough to look at me and just say “Stop.”.

After continuing to draw out my pleasure he kissed me – lips still wet. We had sex after that. It was honestly the best sex I’ve ever had no question. Nothing has ever came remotely close to that.

We kept talking for awhile after. Calls, texting, and sending things to each other back and forth. He ended up moving away for a job a few months ago and its fizzled out since then.

Right now I’m pretty focused on school and staying on top of my studies. But at night when I can’t sleep, I think about him. The way he reacted, the way he took care of me, and how comfortable me made me feel. I desperately miss that feeling. I hope at some point I meet someone who makes me feel that wanted again.

If you’re still here thanks for reading all of that lol – I’m open to chatting if it’s respectful. Every story I’ve read on here sounds like its straight out of a novel to I apologize for my storytelling skills.

Thank you <3