The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome

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*Andy's POV*

"Dammit, god has nothing to do with those! They are distracting!" She looked smug, I resisted the urge to whip the sheet off and wipe that look off her face. I coughed, and it came out a bit strangled-sounding. "Anyway. I wanted to check, um, that you were ok, ah, with me, er..." I picked a bit at a hangnail on my thumb nervously and glanced at her.

She was listening, but hadn't caught on. I frowned. I didn't really want to say, 'Are you ok with me getting really absorbed in the moment because you are a total fox, smacking you around, forcing you to verbally acknowledge our brand fucking new relationship, biting the shit out of you, restraining you with my pants, fucking you in your pants, instinctively throttling you as I cum, and then being romantic because I am totally smitten? Oh and by the way can I suck on your titties please, because they look really good right now?' So instead I opted for something a little more toned down.

"Have I made you uncomfortable, or, you know, rushed you into anything? Sometimes I get really into things, if I'm really turned on, and I want to make sure I didn't do anything you didn't like." I was worried. I knew Juliet and I were on the same page sexually, and I hadn't felt a romantic connection with another woman in a long time, so I hadn't really taken things there with anyone else I'd been with. What if Gwyn thought I was a total freak? We had talked about things a little when we first met, but I knew I could get a little different from your standard light kink. Anxious, I tore off the hangnail, and it started to bleed. I put my thumb over the spot to hold it off and chanced another glance.

Gwyn was smiling again. "I'll fucking tell you if I don't like something you're doing, Hot-shot." She tugged at the sheet, and it fell, making most of her top free to my view. "Ok?" I nodded. She chuckled at me, as I was blatantly staring, biting my lips and holding my hands in my lap, trying to be good. The laughter had made her boobs jiggle. I wondered what it would be like to suck on them...

She stretched, arching her back a little, making the sheet fall further, just past her waistline. She took her ample tits in her hands and pushed them around in circles, then pinched her nipples. I watched the pretty, pierced, little nubbins firm up and had to adjust the way I had been sitting.

Gwyn looked at me expectantly, scoffing. "Do I really need to be more obvious?" Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she chastised me, rolling her nipples back and forth. "Time is of the essence, here, Andy. I still have to get Sherpa to work. But you decided to be all cute and romantic and shit at the same time. While nakie, no less! So you'd better follow through, buddy! I'm-"

I tore the sheet off the bed, climbed on top of her, and cut her off with a rough kiss. I instinctively started rubbing my cock against her thigh, wanting some kind of contact. After about a minute, it wasn't enough, and I froze, stopping myself from making a mistake. Condom, I thought dimly. I couldn't focus. I stroked rather forcefully around Gwyn's clit, her rings clinking, as I tried to gather my thoughts. Where were her condoms again?

Gwyn broke away from our kiss, her hips bucking. "Fuck, Andy!" I grinned- my dick could wait. I switched to using my thumb to rub her swollen little berry, and Gwyn spread her legs and moved herself onto me as I put my ring and middle fingers into her and started pumping wholeheartedly. This was fun, watching her respond, seeing what I could do to her! She was panting, gripping the pillow, and moaning. Her sweet, little cunt was all swollen with excitement and desire. She quivered around my fingers, her body quaking, occasionally she would constrict as a wave of pleasure would overcome her and she would let out a low groan. So wet and burning hot. Her hips would randomly buck onto my fingers. I thrust harder, getting into watching her writhe beneath me.

To finish her, I started curling my fingers slightly on the way out, and immediately, I felt Gwyn start to stiffen. Her whole body tensed. "Andy..." She looked at me, intense, desperate. "I...Andy!" As she came, she rhythmically contracted around my fingers, and a small amount of her desire spilled out around them. Her whole chest and neck flushed a fetching pink color as her toes curled.

Moments later, Gwyn was limp in my embrace. I was still hard, and staring at her creamy, white breasts. I decided it couldn't hurt to take care of the situation myself. I kissed Gwyn's cheek, snuck my hand down to my impatient boner, and started to give it some attention. I watched the gentle swelling curves as they rose and fell with her breathing, and the temptation was too strong. I propped myself on my left elbow and bent down to gently lick her nipple. Fuck. My dick pulsed in my hand, and I pumped it harder as I chanced carefully taking her little, pink rosebud in my mouth, kissing it, just barely sucking-

"Andy-"

I shot upwards, caught. "Fuck! I'm sorry! I thought you were asleep! Shit! I mean, that sounds creepy, shit! I-" Fuck!

"No, Andy, it's fine, listen." Gwyn gave me a light kiss on the lips, and I relaxed a little. "I was going to say," she grabbed me and maneuvered me so that I was straddling her stomach. "You seem to like my boobs. And, it seems, that you also have quite the erection there. So what do you say to giving me a pearl necklace?" My mouth fell open. Chicks hated that. Damn, Gwyn is fucking full of surprises...

Gwyn just grinned a little grin, then reached out and stroked me before lifting an eyebrow, putting the question to me again. I did not need to be asked a third time, but I had other ideas first. I moved back a bit, bent down, and started licking, sucking on, and nibbling her breasts. I squeezed and kneaded them, feeling their satisfying heft. Gwyn clearly enjoyed my attentions, and her pace on my cock increased. Magnificent. I couldn't stop myself. I grinned before motorboating her, which got an outright guffaw.

"You love it, Doc." I chuckled as she took me back in hand.

"Mmmmnnn." Gwyn was beaming, and I kissed her. The feeling of her soft, plump lips and her tongue brushing against my own set my desire.

I shifted closer to her chest and gripped her glorious tits together around my shaft. I squeezed to apply pressure, and started thrusting in between her heavenly, ivory globes. I groped them between my palms and pumped as quickly as I could, Gwyn biting her lip and gazing up at me with a sultry look. She flicked her tongue out, catching the tip of my head every few strokes. Her breasts were so soft and warm around me and in my hands, I clutched them even tighter. My lip ring caught the light, through the swell of the left side of her lower lip. "Oh fuck. Gwyn..." It was too much, she was so pale and willing and- "Gwyn... Ughhnn..." I felt the orgasm come from deep in my balls, and travel from the base of my shaft, shooting my load out in pulses all over her collarbone and neck.

"Mmmm, Andy." She was smiling, satisfied. She released the pillow she had been holding and rubbed my leg. "Thanks, Hot-shot." I grinned like an idiot, looking from Gwyn to the wad I had just shot all over her. Gwyn looked hesitant, then gave me a slightly naughty look and took my hand. I was confused, but I let her press it into my mess. "Rub it in, Andy."

"Mmmm..." Gwyn purred in happiness as I took both hands and spread my cum all over her chest and neck, marking her. I massaged it into her skin, grinning like a fool, before awkwardly falling over next to her, a cramp in my leg and no energy left to support myself.