Look at Me When You Come

Wrapped In Christmas Lights

Although Ben’s mom did not like me that much, she gifted me with a cosmetic set, which is something I have never been good at, or may not be ever good at it, at all.

Perhaps, being more attracted to girls has made me slightly boyish, even though I do enjoy going out looking pretty like other girls do. Just not the makeups.

I, on the other hand, brought no gifts to anyone because I didn’t know them that well to guess what they might even like to have. As for Ben, I gifted him a set of kitchen knives, since he loves cooking.

Then as he playfully made a ribbon knot on my hair using a piece from the Christmas tree, he asked, “Do you like cosplay?”

I do like cosplay. I watch a lot of hentai and I read manga comics, so yes.

“But I’m more towards roleplaying,” I said. “Well, you know, making sex more fun.”

“Oh, like pretending you’re someone else?”

“Yeah, like acting, for example, you as my school teacher, and I’m your student. And we have sex in the classroom.”

By saying that, I didn’t mean to make it sound too awkward or creepy, but Ben was willing to know more.

He told me he’d like to try, sometimes.

Maybe one weekend, I said. Roleplaying will take hours of the day.

Honestly to me, it’s a good exercise if we both could manage, but it really depends on what kind of partner we have.

Some people still prefer the simple, classic sex life.

Then again, maybe it’s just me who watches too much porn.

“How about now?” he asked.

“Not here, Ben,” I refused. “Are we mad?”

“Aren’t you mad enough yet?”

“Yeah but not in your parents’ house, geez.”

“Let’s go out after lunch,” he suggested. “We stop by somewhere and then we..”

“Oh my God, Ben,” I said. “It’s Christmas! Don’t you wanna spend the day with your family?”

He listened to me about not leaving home, but that did not stop him from being frisky while we were having lunch.

I have corrupted this Catholic boy, I thought. Being around me has made him too addicted to sex.

His hand just wouldn’t stop moving to touch me gently down there, underneath my skirt.

He knew it was hard to resist. He also knew my legs would shake and I would melt in front of everyone.

Stop making him horny, I told myself. Stop wearing skirts because he just can’t resist seeing me in skirts.

The moment we finished our desserts, we excused ourselves by saying that we would like to visit some historical places around the area, and that we would return by dinner time.

Inside the car, I couldn’t stop murmuring for him to quickly find us a place so we could fuck.

I wanted the sweet musk of his body rub off on me immediately.

We made a quick stop to the first motel we found and without killing more time, we removed our clothes and started kissing.

“What is wrong with you?” I complained.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just want you.”

I wasn’t sure whether I was feeling the same way, but I am naturally always feeling horny.

“Turn around and show me your butt,” he ordered.

I did as he asked. I lifted my butt with my knees supporting, and my head on the bed. I watched him stroking his dick that was enlarging in no time.

“This is my favorite view,” he said.

Suddenly he spanked me and I was like, “Whoa, what??”

“Oh sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” he said.

Actually, I didn’t mind it, but he was afraid that I might feel pain.

“I thought you already ripped my vagina wide open the other day,” I said. “Spanking won’t hurt.”

He squeezed my butt with one hand still stroking his dick. I could hear him breathing like he was short of breath.

“Oh God, you’re so wet,” he said, looking like he was trying to restrain himself from touching me. “Why are you so wet?”

“I don’t know, Ben.. I’m always horny.”

“Get ready then.”

He tried to make it sound less frightening, but the moment his glans entered my pussy I screamed helplessly. My legs began to tremble and I just had to allow him do whatever he wanted with my body.

Rip my insides even more, Ben. I thought.

“I didn’t forget the lubricant this time,” he said, as he reached out for the small bottle from his pants.

The Durex lube he applied stimulated me even more. It gave me the warm sensation, making my clitoris throb. He was hoping he would last longer this time.

He pushed deep and let me scream out his name. A doggy position allows him to penetrate to the deepest without giving both of us any discomfort, though I did feel my stomach was going to break.

“Come more, baby, come some more,” he said, as he moved faster and faster.

My clitoris was feeling so hot that I had to reach out and touch myself down there. I flicked it to the sides and moaned even harder along with Ben’s grunting sounds and the noises we made every time his balls slam on me.

“God, Ben!” I shrieked.

“You like this so much huh,” he replied, and held me from behind, laying down on bed to go spooning. He kept on fucking me, and he even lifted one of my legs to allow me to touch myself easily.

My thighs were wet with my own juices. I reached out for anything I could grab on to, my voice started sounding like I was crying and whining at the same time.

“Nice, right?” he said, feeling proud of himself. “My dick is long enough to fuck you this way.”

“Yes!” I said. “Yes please fuck me as you wish, master!”

My honey spurted out even more and he was so determined to move fast until I beg for mercy. I didn’t want to give up. I wanted him to feel good too.

His legs shook and with a loud sigh he released his semen inside of me. My body trembled, accepting his warmth wholeheartedly. If I wanted him, I wanted all of him.

Ben held me so close, kissing my head a few times, and not letting go. I was out of breath, but I loved how he wrapped his arms around me. I could fall asleep that way, letting him whisper sweet things to my ear.