To my surprise she quickly recovered from her temporary state of nirvana by turning over while resting on her elbows and positioning herself with her knees against the mattress. My eyes grew wide from the epic viewing of everything about her anatomy that she once considered sacred. Reading between the lines I knew that this was a clear invitation as I willfully guided myself with a solid grip while moving in closer.
Overwhelmed by excitement I wasn't sure where to begin as I navigated my swollen cylindrical tip up and down her slippery slope from behind, just to test the waters. She spits in her hand then reaches behind herself lubricating my entire essence with it before assisting me by guiding me much higher than I expected as my tip rimmed the surface of her forbidden zone. In a state of confusion I was unsure if or how I could gain entry into such a tight space. She suddenly leans back toward me to assist as only 1/4 of me penetrates this particular area with a great deal of resistance. In a state of disbelief, I watch as I unexpectedly gain entry to an area that I wasn't sure will accept me. I couldn't help but think to myself "Holy shit!"
With a substancial amount of saliva applied, she and I eventually maneuvered in sequence as I was able to ultimately gain complete entry. The faces she made showed signs of discomfort but her movements showed otherwise. In the heat of the moment, I overcame my personal insecurities about this instance and maneuvered my body toward her in the same manner as I normally would if we were to do this traditionally. Driven by ego, I wanted to leave a lasting impression as I gripped the back of her neck and provide unrelenting thrusts that sent ripples throughout the flesh of her backside. Caught up in the moment, I was able to gain enough momentum in my movements creating an echoe of the sounds of my under region slapping aggressively against her pink.
I reached beneath her with my free hand sliding my middle finger up and down the top portion of her moist slit as my hips maintain a rapid pace against her frame. I throbbed excessively as I drew close to reaching a climactic release. Paying no attention to the manner in which the headboard repeatedly crashed into the wall, she and I scream in unison.
I think I'm about to....
Yup, I'm definitely about to....
Oh shiiiit....
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After Hours: Just Friends
Short Story**** Content Warning **** The story is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Read at your own discretion.