Emotional Boys 1990

09

Months have gone by, I'm close to graduating and Marshall has completely dropped out as of forever ago. I'm slightly terrified about graduation. I'm the top of my class obviously, but where to next..?

I know what I want.. but not really how to get there. I need to get to New York first, then work my way from there, get myself a very good looking amout of clients and make my way up to where I want to be.

New York Stock Exchange building.

To be a good stock broker, it means working none stop. It means always paying attention to every detail, any simple dip, any simple rise, even by the 0.0001 percent. You need to know what people are interested in, every second of every minute.

It will be utterly exhausting... but also, incredibly exhilarating.

I work well under pressure, and I first have to start off with my education. I intend to move to New York to get it, I ain't staying here for that.

This puts me in a tricky situation. I don't know how close me and Marshall realistically are. If I ask him to move to New York with me, would he..?

Eh, that's incredibly debatable.

He loves me, that much is for sure, but enough to move to New York strictly because I need to go to university?

I cannot ask that of him. I'll offer it as an option, but if he doesn't want to go, I'll have to accept it.

No one can move somewhere on the premise that they have their significant other with them and that's all. You cannot base your happiness on an individual and realistically, I don't even know for sure how much happiness I give him. Is it worth him moving with me?

Fucking god, I'm getting way ahead of myself. I haven't even graduated yet.

***

"I can't believe you're gonna be a whole ass business woman one of these days" he chuckles, his body against mine on the couch, fingers stroking my arm as South Park plays quietly in the background.

"Marsh, it's not that fucking close" I laugh before pressing a wet and sloppy quick kiss on his lips.

"Well it's closer then I'll fucking be to being anything successful. I mean come on, you're graduating, then obviously university or college is next, then boom, stock broker lady, baddest bitch alive! You know, I still brag about you pulling that gun on those dudes to my friends, they think you're fucking dope, even if you don't like em' back" he grins, grinding his crotch against my ass, hands holding me strictly in place at my waist.

"Do you know how long university takes, it's not a boom thing, silly, and neither is your rap career. We're moving at our paces, it's going great, for both of us. I mean, you've got your demo almost finished up right?" I ask with a soft smile, watching him looking over my body with such visually obvious lust, definitely wanting the situation to lead somewhere.

"Yeah, just cause it's done don't mean people will fuck with it" he scoffs but I slap one of his arms playfully, giving him an annoyed look.

"Shut the fuck up, your shit is good" I rebuttal, making him grin before pressing kisses to my neck.

The warm sensation of his wet lips on my skin always feels like I'm in fucking heaven...

"I like ya for this, I know you don't fucking bullshit people, even if you like them." He observes, bringing his hand up my skirt, massaging the skin of my ass with a tight grip.

"Mmm, Marshall, be a good boy and get on your knees hmm?" Despite his occasional take over, he's still very much my play thing.

"Yes master" he purrs with a smirk, moving from behind me and resting on his knees in between my legs as I sit up, looking down at him.

"I assume you're hungry? I think you should eat mommy's pussy." I coo at him, grabbing the dog tag around his next and pulling his face closer to my core. I use my free hand to pull my skirt up, snaking my fingers to my panties and pulling them to the side.

"Fuck, I'm eating good tonight" he licks his lips with a grin before diving right in, making me moan in shock.

His hands go to my hips, keeping me in place so that his mouth can get to work.

His tongue laps at my folds, running up to my clit and sucking on it without mercy, making me groan loudly, sinking into the couch as a hand goes to his hair, running my fingers through it while also pushing him closer if that's even possible.

"Oh god, you're so fucking good at that" I shout, feeling one of his hands leave my hip and I'm now met with the feeling of two fingers entering me as he continues to suck and softly nibble everywhere else. My clit becoming increasingly sensitive along with my folds, only heightening my pleasure.

My legs slowly wrap around his neck, caging him in as he continues to work away, groaning occasionally, sounding fulfilled just by the act of pleasing me.

His fingers thrust in and out of me at quickly increasing speeds, helped out by how insanely wet I am.

Marshall is a fucking genius when it comes to pleasing women. I don't know for sure if it's from the books of mine he's spent his free time reading, I don't give a shit if he's been with tons of girls, but given his story with Kim, not possible, so moral of the story, doesn't matter, I'm being pleasured like a queen.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna come! I'm close! Fuck!" I whine, throwing my head back and tightly squeezing my eyes shut.

The pressure of my eyes being shut as tight as they are causes rainbow tingling lights to appear behind them, only making the experience more euphoric.

He curls his fingers inside of me, hitting the perfect spot, and I loose it.

My release comes in waves like a goddamn tsunami, the feeling building in my stomach suddenly snapping, hitting me like a train.

I moan loudly, body falling off a cliff into a bed of incontrollable, mind-numbing ecstasy.

Only Marshall can make me feel like this, and I don't ever want to get rid of him.

"Fuck, I love you Marshall..." I whine, eyes lightly fluttering open, not regretting saying it for one second.