Here’s hoping what I’ve read is actually true. For all I know, those articles could be full of shit. Then again, I’ve read a lot of them. More than any virgin really should.
Still, it makes a certain level of sense. People in a good mood are more inclined to have sex. I don’t think that just applies to women either. Some people are just too lazy to care about their partner’s feelings. Or their own for that matter.
Honestly, it makes me jealous. Why do such people have all the luck? Then again, would I really do better in their shoes?
Now is my chance to prove it. I’ll start by making her cum, but to do that, we need to change positions.
To that end, I raise my head from where I’ve buried it between her thighs and ask. “Do you mind rolling over so I can reach your clit with my mouth?”
“Sure,” Bridget responds promptly and without a hint of attitude.
That’s it. The girl doesn’t say another word. Doesn’t even roll her eyes, or huff. She simply shifts over onto her back, holding her textbook above her head as she continues to read.
Ah, now this does the trick. With her lying like this, looking up at the ceiling, she grants me a much better view of her pussy.
God, it looks so erotic. Why, the mere shape of it leaves my mouth watering. And that’s before taking into account the way her pink folds glistens with wetness.
Where that wetness is her own arousal, and not my saliva, isn’t immediately clear, but I don’t care. The sight of her wet, little pussy is far too good either way.
With a hand still on my cock, still stroking myself, I dive back into it. My head buries itself in her pussy. This time, I squish my nose against her pubic mound as I lick and suck at her clit.
Reminded of how she sucked me off earlier this morning, with both mouth and hand at the same time, I decided to step up my game. There’s no point being lazy, not when I’ve come this far already. I must give this everything I have if I’m to get what I want.
With my free hand, I caress the sides of her thighs. My fingers slowly work their way up until they reach her pussy. There, they rub circles around her tight, little hole. Again, and again, they go around, until finally I dare it. My fingers sink into her.
I let out a gasp. So does she, actually.
This may sound a little stupid, but the tight warmth that clings down around me is not what I expect. It’s a pussy, what else could I have ever expected it to be?
Nonetheless, the feeling is greater than anything I could’ve ever imagined. God, she’s so tight. So hot, and wet.
The further I curl the tips of my fingers inside her, the more her walls press down around me. Her every bump, her every fold, it all clings and massages my fingers.
I can only imagine how great it would feel if it were not my fingers, but my cock inside her. That’s the end goal, but for now, I have only one mission: getting her off, and it’s that I give my full focus.
Between sucking on her clit, fingering her, and jerking myself off, my mental bandwidth is at full capacity. I’ve never done so many different things, all with such fervour, and at the same time before. It’s a little overwhelming if I’m being honest, and a wonder none of them are lessoned for it. Read the latest chapters at g.com.
I must be doing something right. What that is, I’m not quite sure. A virgin like me can only really play it by ear. But with every moment that passes, the sounds she makes grow louder and louder. That is, right up until the moment they get quiet again.
Worry shoots through me. Did I do something wrong? Is she not enjoying it anymore?
My head pops up, peeking at Bridget’s face. Maybe her expression will reveal more? I can’t see it, however.
She no longer holds the book above her. Instead, it’s pressed against her head, face buried in its pages.
Ah, that’s why her moans are muffled.
Such strangely shy behaviour from an otherwise confident girl causes me to chuckle. Most importantly, I go back to it, redoubling my efforts.
On and on I eat her out. My mouth sucks at her clit, my fingers curling deep inside her. I am still, however, inexperienced at this. The more it drags on, the more tired my muscles grow. In particular, my jaw aches something fierce.
I push past the pain, as I’ve never done before. Normally such things would deter me. I am, after all, quite lazy and the slightest hurdle can stop me in my tracks. This, however, is different. It will all be worth it in the end.
I tell myself that, but it still doesn’t make the struggle any easier.
Bridget squirms on the bed. Tighter and tighter, her pussy presses down. Not to mention how wet she grows. Her juices, dripping down my fingers, make for quite the tasty treat.
My jaw feels as if it’s about to fall off, but then, finally, it happens.
“AAaAHh!” Bridget lets out a wailing moan.
Her entire body stiffens and jerks. For a brief moment, her thighs trap me in their death grip. Then, when the next wave of orgasmic bliss hits her, their grip falters, and I’m free.
While she writhes in pleasure, I take a safer approach. One that’s not going to end with me being suffocated by her pussy. That is to say, I sit back and watch her cum from the sidelines.
My eyes don’t leave her body. I burn every second of this wonderful moment into memory. From the way her chest heaves with every breath, the tight fabric straining against her ample breasts. To the way her pussy convulses, wetness dripping from her tight, little hole. Even the way her toes curl, and her fingers clench around the sheets below her. It’s all far too good. I won’t be forgetting it any time soon.
In time, Bridget’s orgasm fades, and she collapses into a limp heap on the bed. Her body stills, completely motionless save for the gentle rising of her chest.
That’s right, I needed proof to convince Paul that the most popular girl in school actually sucked me off. While not exactly that, it’s close enough. It will certainly convince him of something, alright.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and quickly navigate to the camera app. Yet, as I hold it up, getting her in frame, I hesitate. Taking such a picture without the girl’s consent is a really awful thing to do. Even as perverted as I am, I’m not an asshole. My parents raised me right.
“Do you mind if I take a picture of you?” I ask.
A part of me still expects to be denied. Even with everything I’ve learned, or rather, suspect, my instincts scream at me. There’s no way a girl like her would ever let me take such a picture of her.
“Y-yeah…” She waves her hand limply, her voice weak and still muffled by the book she has yet to move.
I frown, unsure. Does she mean, yeah, I mind, or yeah, you can take one? I have no idea.
To rectify that, I lean forward and remove the book. Now, looking directly at her beautiful, flustered face, I can’t help but smirk. Her cheeks flush bright red. There’s a slightly dazed look in her eyes too. And most notably of all, the big, wide grin that just won’t leave her lips.
“Was that a yes, I can take a picture?” I ask again.
“Do whatever you wish.”
Well, if she says so. Who am I to argue?
With a shrug, I hold up my phone and take a few pictures of her. Not one or even two. No, I make sure to capture every inch of her flustered body. Including both a close-up of that dazed look on her face, and one of her dripping wet pussy.
Speaking of which, once I’ve taken the photos and put my phone away, it’s all I can think about. Her tight, little hole isn’t just wet, but almost as flushed bright red as her cheeks.
God, I want to fuck her so badly. My cock throbs, begging me oh so desperately. For all I stroked it while eating her out, I haven’t gotten off yet. And after making her cum like that, I bet she’s in quite the agreeable mood. Now’s my chance!
“Hey, Bridget, do you want to…” I attempt to broach the subject, but it’s not meant to be.
Fate has other plans
“PRINCESS! I’M HOME FROM MY TRIP!”