Emily was eighteen years old and had held on to her virginity. She had committed other sexual acts with various partners, but never gone all the way. She had been eighteen since last December, broke off a long-distance relationship in January, and still had yet to get any action.

This summer, though, was growing long and boring, and she was becoming more and more pent-up and frustrated. She finally took action. Even though she previously told herself she'd never do it, she downloaded Tinder. She set up her profile, not putting anything too revealing or obvious of her desires on her profile, and began to swipe. She quickly found it to be exhilarating and also addictive, swiping through different profiles of guys in her area. It was weirdly fun and also sparked her curiosity and imagination.

It wasn't long before matches started popping up, and she began chatting with various guys. Her confidence and excitement grew each time one of the matches had resulted in a chat. She was surprised at how many appeared. She wasn't bad-looking by any means, but she definitely wasn't anything special. Matches started out just making small talk and talking about what they were interested in, but that grew old eventually.

She found herself more interested in the more flirty guys who clearly wanted a piece of her. And she wanted a piece of them. It was hard to pick, though. She had plenty of options, so she wanted to take it slow and pick the right one for her first time, but she was also ready to get some action in finally. At the same time, she was limited though, she didn't have a car yet and definitely couldn't do it at her parents' house, so whoever she ended up deciding to hook up with would either need to be nearby or ready to pick her up and take her somewhere.

Finally, she found someone who seemed like a good choice. He lived in the same neighborhood as her, only a fifteen-minute walk away. The plan was for Emily to sneak out late at night to come over. He could drive but didn't want to risk waking his parents up late at night. Plus she was okay with the walk, anyway. The location was going to be a little awkward, though. Instead of being inside the house in his bedroom, they'd be in his family's camper, which was parked outside.

She was excited and nervous in the days leading up to their scheduled hookup. She was scared about how her body would feel for the first time. She wasn't too worried about him though, since he was somewhat of a self-proclaimed 'fuckboy', she would be his seventeenth fuck. He was also a few years older than her, which made her feel better about it, too. They got along well chatting, too. He seemed to be a pretty funny and chill guy. She could actually see things going further and forming a relationship with him.

The day finally came for the hookup. It was almost midnight, so Emily got dressed in her sexiest matching bra and thong set, some denim shorts, and a crop top. She waited until ten past midnight to quietly sneak out of the house. Her parents had been in bed for over two hours already, but she was super nervous about being caught.

Once outside the house, her heart slowed back down some as she walked towards the fuckboy's house. The walk went by pretty quickly. She was so focused on getting there and not thinking about anything else. Before she knew it, she was there. She sent a text to the fuckboy, letting him know she was outside.

He quietly made his way outside and greeted her in front of the camper. He looked good. He had brown hair and was wearing a black shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair was a little messy, and he looked a little tired, but he was still handsome, and Emily's heart rate quickened as she took him in. She could also tell he was packing something good from the large bulge in his sweats. He was also taller than her and seemed pretty toned.

"Hey, Emily. Come on inside," the fuckboy whispered as he led the way.

Emily followed him into the camper, and inside it was very dark. There was a tiny light on, but not enough to really see anything.

"We should be good down here. Can't be too loud though, I don't want to wake up my parents. I'll probably cover your mouth some if I think you're a little loud," he told her.

"Okay, I'll try my best," Emily answered.

"Good. Now let's get started," the fuckboy replied.

He pulled his shirt off, exposing his muscular chest and toned abs. Emily was impressed and even more excited to finally get a piece of that. The fuckboy grabbed Emily by her waist and pulled her shirt off. He unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, too. In one motion, his hands slid down and removed her shorts and panties all at once.

He pulled her into him and kissed her. Their tongues danced together as he groped her ass. He was a good kisser, which she was grateful for. Her hands ran up and down his muscular torso. He then began kissing her neck. Emily felt his hand snake up her stomach and grab her tits. She loved the feeling. He began massaging her tit while pinching her nipple, causing it to become erect. Emily let out a soft moan as he continued kissing and nibbling her neck.

He suddenly turned her around and bent her over a nearby couch. Emily could feel his dick on her ass as he rubbed himself up against her. His dick was big and hard and felt hot through his pants. She was glad she picked this guy for her first. Her ass and tits jiggled as he ground himself on her. He then took a step back. Emily was unsure of what he was doing, but then he spanked her ass hard, causing her to yelp. He was a little too rough with her, but she figured she'd be fine. He was a fuckboy after all. She couldn't help but smile and get wetter at the thought of his cock pounding inside her.

"Your ass is nice. I think you're ready for this," the fuckboy said as he reached into his pocket.

Emily turned around and watched as he pulled out a condom and slid it onto his shaft.

"Lie down on the couch," the fuckboy said.

Emily laid down on the couch and spread her legs wide, welcoming him. She couldn't believe the time had finally come. After all these years of waiting, she was finally going to get some dick. She was ready. The fuckboy grabbed her leg and pulled her closer to him, causing her to squeal. He grabbed her other leg and held it up. She was completely spread open. The tip of his cock brushed against her pussy lips. Emily shivered at the sensation, causing her to gasp. The fuckboy slowly pushed the head of his dick into her. Emily could feel her pussy lips stretch around his dick as he slowly penetrated her.

"You're so fucking tight," the fuckboy whispered as his dick slowly inched into her.

"Oh fuckkkk," Emily moaned softly.

The feeling of his big dick slowly sliding into her pussy was driving her crazy. Her mind was blown, she was finally getting some dick. She could feel her pussy getting stretched open wider and wider the more he slid in. He wasn't even fully in, and it already felt incredible. It felt so amazingly good. She felt herself dripping all over his dick and onto the couch.

"Damn, your pussy feels amazing," the fuckboy whispered as he slowly pushed himself the rest of the way into her.

He held it there for a moment, letting her get adjusted to his size. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was agape. It was an amazing feeling. The feel of his hot thick meat slowly fucking her was driving her crazy. The fuckboy slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. He repeated this, gradually picking up the pace. Finally, he was really pounding away at her. But he could not last long. After only two minutes of pounding Emily's pussy, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuccckkkk I'm cumming!" the fuckboy whispered loudly.

Emily moaned and bit her lip. She didn't know what to think. Everything was going amazing, but it was ending so soon? She felt nowhere near close to having an orgasm herself. Suddenly he thrust into her one last time, clearly filling the condom with cum, before slowly sliding out of her. He collapsed down next to her and lay there panting for a minute.

Emily lay there too, unsure of what to say. Was it over already? Did she do something wrong?

"So, how was your first time?" he asked her, still out of breath.

She started to think about what the right thing to say was. She wasn't at all satisfied. It was good, but ended way too soon. Before she could say anything, a car came down the street and they both turned to see the headlights as the car turned into his driveway.

"Oh shit. That's my crazy fucking ex. Um fuck...quick, hide outside the camper real quick. She might come in. Quickly!"

Emily didn't have any time to think. She snatched her phone from the table and quickly slipped outside and crouched behind the camper. Her clothes were still inside, but she couldn't worry about that now. She tried to stay quiet as she heard the door open and close.

The fuckboy stepped out of the camper and tried to intercept his ex before she went inside. She started yelling at him, but he quickly quieted her down, warning her that he didn't want to wake his parents up. He followed her into the car, where Emily took a peek and saw them arguing about something. She could barely make out the words, but the ex sounded angry, and the fuckboy seemed to try to calm her down.

Emily sat down in the grass. A few minutes had passed and there was no sign of them stopping. She got on her phone and started scrolling through Instagram and Twitter. Before she knew it, thirty minutes had passed, and they were still in the car talking with each other.

Finally, after almost forty-five minutes, the car pulled out of the driveway and drove away. Emily stood up and carefully walked around the side of the camper, but the fuckboy was gone. Did he go with his ex? She quickly got on her phone and sent him a text. Seconds after she pressed send, though, she heard the notification noise inside the camper.

'He actually fucking left me here,' she thought to herself. She went to the door of the camper and tried to twist the handle, but no luck. It was locked.

"Fuck. Really? This can't be happening right now," Emily said to herself.

She tried the handle a few more times, trying to see if she could twist it hard enough to get it open, but it wouldn't budge. She started to try to open all the windows from the outside, but they were all locked, too. She peered inside and could see all her clothes on the floor and his phone on the table.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" she asked herself.

She paced around the camper for a few minutes, thinking and trying to figure something out. It was almost two am. She needed to be home before six, so she had a few hours to get herself back home. If she called her friends, she'd never hear the end of it. If she called her brother or parents, she'd be grounded for life. And she couldn't call an Uber or anything because she was completely naked. So there was only one option: walking back home.

'Maybe it's not that bad. It's a pretty safe neighborhood,' she thought to herself.

It was definitely risky, but she didn't really have much of a choice. The longer she waited, the more risk there would be of someone seeing her. She took a deep breath and started her walk back home. It was very dark out, but the streetlamps illuminated the sidewalk. Part of her wanted to walk on the road instead so she wouldn't be so obvious under the lights, but she didn't want to cut her feet on anything.

As she walked, she thought about how ridiculous and insane this all was. She never should've signed up for Tinder and agreed to hook up with that guy. It was her first time, and now she was fucked. Literally and figuratively. She didn't even get the dick that she wanted and the little she got was awful. All of it just to end up walking naked down a sidewalk in the middle of the night. She couldn't wait to be back home and get some clothes on.

After only a few minutes, her heart dropped as she noticed someone staring at her from their window, then opening their door to come say something to her. It was an older man, maybe in his sixties, or so she guessed, and he was approaching her fast. She thought of a lie to tell him, maybe that she was dared to walk down the street like this, or lost a bet.

"Are you okay?" the old man asked.

Emily panicked and told him everything. She figured he could probably help her.

"Quite the night then, eh? Here, come inside and have some tea," the man said.

She was a little nervous but felt pretty safe with him, so she followed him inside his house.

"I'll make some tea. You can have a seat on the couch if you'd like," he told her as he walked away into the kitchen.

"Okay, thanks. I appreciate it," Emily said.

As the man started the water for the tea, Emily couldn't help but look around his living room. It was very cozy, with a large couch, a fireplace, and a big TV. He soon came back with some tea and sat next to Emily on the couch.

"So... tell me what happened again," he asked as he sat down.

Emily took a deep breath before telling him everything from the start. Signing up for Tinder, talking to the fuckboy, sneaking out, her unsatisfying first time, and being locked out of the camper. It was awkward, but felt kind of good to rant about it to someone.

"That's a wild night," the man said after Emily finished her story. They shared a laugh, realizing how crazy the situation really was. He added, "Sorry your first time wasn't what you hoped for."

"I was kinda hoping that was the guy. We clicked so well online and it was just an awful experience," she replied.

"You shouldn't rush into anything. And you're a very attractive young woman. I'm sure there are plenty of guys who would be interested in you," the man said.

"Really?" Emily replied.

"Trust me, you are. You've got a sweet personality, a pretty face, and a great body. Guys will line up for a girl like you." He smiled back at her.

Emily giggled and blushed a little. Then she replied, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"I can't help but ask, and tell me if I overstep any boundaries here, but if you're open to it, I'd love to give you a much better second go," He offered.

She blushed hard and thought about it for a minute. "Really?"

"Of course. I would love to take you. You're beautiful and deserve it. I understand if you're not interested, especially since I'm much older," he responded as his eyes scanned up and down her body.

Emily couldn't deny that the idea sounded nice. And he seemed like a nice guy, and they got along well, and she was naked. Plus, her first time wasn't so great. Maybe the old man could fix that for her. She felt comfortable with him.

"I uh...I'd like that," she said.

He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met, and he immediately took control. Emily could tell he was very experienced, the way his tongue danced with hers, the way he nibbled her bottom lip, the way he held her. His hands explored her body as they made out. One hand went to her breasts, the other down to her ass. He gently grabbed her tit and played with her nipple, causing it to erect. He squeezed her ass and massaged it. She couldn't believe how different it felt.

"You're gorgeous. Let me see you," the man whispered, breaking their kiss.

Emily was a little nervous, but obliged. She stood up and spread her legs, putting herself on display for him.

"Mmmmm. Just beautiful. You've got an amazing body. Such nice tits, a cute face, and a beautiful ass," he responded.

"Thanks," Emily replied, blushing. She wasn't used to receiving compliments like this.

He stood up and stripped out of his shirt and pants. He had a dad bod going and was pretty hairy. His dick was pretty hard already. He wasn't as big as the fuckboy, but still looked like a nice size.

"Sit on the edge of the couch," he said.

Emily did as instructed, her ass at the edge of the couch, legs spread wide. The old man got down on his knees in front of her.

"You've got a beautiful pussy. I've gotta taste it," he said.

Without another word, he dove right in. He licked the length of her pussy lips, then swirled his tongue around her clit. He was really going to town on her.

"Fuckkkk," Emily moaned, throwing her head back.

She'd never been eaten out before. The sensation was overwhelming. Her hands grabbed his head, pushing his face deeper into her pussy. His tongue darted in and out of her. His nose rubbed against her clit. The feeling was amazing. He licked and sucked on her pussy. Her moans filled the house.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Ohhhhh fuck yes," Emily replied, biting her lip.

His tongue moved faster, lapping at her pussy. She felt his hands move up her stomach and grab her tits. He pinched and pulled her nipples, sending a jolt through her body. Her pussy gushed into his mouth.

"Mmmm. You're so wet. Are you ready for some real dick?" he asked.

Emily was loving his oral attention, but couldn't wait to get a real cock inside her. She nodded.

The old man stood up, grabbed her, and turned her around. He bent her over the armrest of the couch, her ass facing him.

"Fuck. Your ass is amazing," He told her.

Emily couldn't believe that was about to happen. She was getting so worked up and eager for a real fuck. He took a step forward and pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy. Slowly, he slid himself into her.

"Ooohhh my godddd," Emily moaned.

He slid in easily. She was already soaking wet from him eating her out. It felt incredible. His hands gripped her hips, he slowly slid in and out of her.

"You feel so fucking good," He moaned.

He was picking up speed and pounding away at her. His cock was slamming into her pussy, her tits were bouncing all over. She had felt nothing like this before. Even his thrusts felt so much better than the fuckboy's. Her legs were shaking and she could feel the pleasure building.

"Ohh god ohhh god. Oh my goddd," Emily couldn't hold in her moans.

He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark.

"I'm gonna fucking cummm!" Emily yelled as she felt her orgasm hit her. She bucked and shook, and her eyes rolled back. It was an earth-shattering experience.

But he wasn't done yet. The old man was still thrusting away at her. She'd had the most amazing orgasm of her life, and he was still pounding into her.

"Fuckkk. You're gonna make me cum. You're so fucking tight," He said as he somehow thrust harder and faster.

"Ohhh fuck," Emily moaned.

He kept thrusting into her. He grabbed her hair and pulled, using it to pull her back and forth as he fucked her. It felt incredible. His dick was sliding in and out of her so easily. She couldn't believe that this was how sex was supposed to feel. He was grunting and panting, clearly close to finishing.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuuuck," the old man said as he buried his dick into Emily. She felt him cumming inside her, filling her up with his hot seed. They stayed there, him inside her, for a minute before he pulled out.

"Damn. That was amazing," he said.

Emily said nothing, she couldn't even if she wanted to. That was the best thing she'd ever experienced.

"That was...wow," she finally got out.

They lay together on the couch for a while, basking in the glow of their orgasms. It was the best experience of her life, and she couldn't believe how lucky she was to have a chance encounter like that.

After a few minutes, he led her to the shower to clean up. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other still, touching and groping each other. She knelt down and sucked him off to clean his dick off. Then he returned the favor by eating her out some more.

After the shower, he got dressed and offered her a t-shirt to wear on the ride back home.

"Thanks for tonight," Emily said as he drove her through the neighborhood.

"Oh, don't worry. If you ever need anything, you have my number, or just show up at my place naked again," he said with a wink.

He gave her a lift back home, and they shared one last passionate kiss before she got out of the car.

"I'll be back, don't worry," Emily said as she quietly closed the door and walked towards her house.

She easily snuck back upstairs and into her room, falling right into bed. It did not take long before she fell asleep, satisfied and spent.