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Erotic Story: His Girlfriend

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Erotic Story: His Girlfriend

While I force her to focus all of the attention on her soft flesh engulfed by my hand, by touching and stroking it from every possible angle, my right-hand moves down her soaking wet underwear.

By Michelle Malou

Her blue hair perfectly curls all the way down to her belly button and gives her appearance the same edge as her personality. The blue colour looks strangely natural around her face and makes the brown of her big eyes pop in a way that should not even be possible. Her thick dark eyebrows act as the only reminder of her actual hair colour and help her display the wide variety of facial expressions throughout a day. Her nose seems to be sculptured into perfection by Michelangelo himself, and her full lips radiate a softness you want to validate with your own. Between those lips vibrates a voice which frequencies hypnotize me and I am often only able to focus on the melodies her voice creates instead of the words. Occasionally, I think she is from another planet entirely.

Suddenly, my thoughts get interrupted when she stops talking at looks at me. I realize I have been gazing for too long, again. Immediately I look down to my glass to avoid her eyes and feel my cheeks blush. Luckily the light in the bar is dim, and I am praying it does not show. The moment I look up again, my eyes are being caught by those of her, equally good-looking, boyfriend. I feel exposed and trapped. "I'm going to take a piss. And then I'm in for another round of pints," I say before I gulp the last of my beer down and evacuate myself from the awkward situation. With my balance clearly distorted by the alcohol running through my veins, I make my way to the toilet. Silently yet with force, whispering "shit, shit, shit" the whole way.

 

"It's me," I hear from behind the door and immediately know who "me" refers to.

 

When entering the toilet, I actually have no idea what to do and pace up and down the little room. Not sure if it is physical or mental but I suddenly feel I could release some pressure in my bladder and go into the stall. It takes surprisingly long before my bladder is empty. That time I use to ponder over the situation I am in; madly in love with one of my closest friends. Our group of friends met in university, and there have always been flirtatious moments between the two of us. I have had sex with women before but never fallen in love with one. Maybe I have never actually fallen in love. I don't know what is happening to me, but it is annoying as fuck. For a moment I am just standing in the toilet, impeding my return when suddenly the door is slowly being pushed open, and I realize my chaotic mind forgot to lock it. "Sorry, it's taken," I yell and want to push the door shut again, but counter-pressure prevents me from doing so. "It's me," I hear from behind the door and immediately know who "me" refers to. My hearts skips a beat, my mind goes blank, yet automatically my hand lets go of the door. Gently it is being pushed open from the other side, and I almost feel my knees getting weak. The relativity of time suddenly makes sense when we stand motionless across from each other for what seems like ions. I want to do or say something, but my mind continues to reside in a comfortable state of paralysation. She takes one big step towards me, almost stepping out of the moment, creating another. My mouth opens, and I inhale the air, I plan to vibrate my words into. At that moment she places her index finger on my lips and the gaze in her eyes intensifies. "Don't talk." She removes her finger and lets her face hover intimately close to mine. She is so close I can't stop the urge to close my eyes. When I do, I can feel the softness of my imagination becoming a reality when our lips start to touch. Lightly stroking, but not kissing yet.

 

"I want you to make a move, show me how much you want me. Make me feel how much you love me"

 

Everything feels natural and surreal simultaneously. I am confident I have never felt anything like this before. Very slowly we are starting to press our lips harder on to each other and advance into a kiss. A long kiss that gets more passionate with each passing second. She lets the tip of her equally soft tongue slide in between my lips. My body reacts with an endorphin rush, forcing every cell in my body into a state of complete alertness. All the years of wanting her and holding back now feel like the most extended mental foreplay of my life and I can feel the muscles in and around my vagina contracting already. Just when my knees are about to get weak, she stops and turns around to close and lock the door. My eyes are wide open, allowing her to penetrate my brain and fuck my visual cortex with her beauty. When she turns around, she aggressively pushes me down onto the toilet and swiftly removes her shirt and shorts like a high-speed striptease. The flesh of her body perfectly fits inside of her skin, making it seem like marble. "I want you to make a move, show me how much you want me. Make me feel how much you love me," she urges me with anguish in her voice. Her words unshackle my sexual energy. I rush up to her and continue to kiss her with all I have to give, while my hands move all over her body. I turn her around and press the front of her body against the door. My hand is close to her cunt, and my mouth close to her ear. "I will show you how much I love you." My words are sweet, but my tone is almost threatening. My right-hand moves to the front of her body and slowly downwards to the edge of her underwear, while my left hand undoes her bra from behind. We don't give it any further attention when it falls next to the rest of her clothes on the dirty toilet floor.

 

My right-hand moves down her soaking wet underwear. With surprising accuracy, I manage to find her most sensitive spot.

 

Now also move my left hand to the front of her body and firmly grab her left breast. She moans loudly when continue to touch her. While I force her to focus all of the attention on her soft flesh engulfed by my hand, by touching and stroking it from every possible angle, my right-hand moves down her soaking wet underwear. With surprising accuracy, I manage to find her most sensitive spot. Her whole body is in contact with mine when she pushes it backwards, creating the sensation we are one. Making me feel everything she is feeling inside her body. With my arms, I press her body harder onto mine, while my fingers discover the different parts of her vagina. She places her left hand on top of mine and starts squeezing it to signal her pleasure without words or sounds. In response, I firmly grasp her breast with the same intensity. Her head falls back a bit, increasing the surface area of the skin in her neck. Gently, I cover it with kisses, licks, and an occasional bite. She moans loudly and involuntarily pulsates her body in between my arms. My eyes are closed the whole time, and I try to merge with the thrill and gratification she is feeling. With high concentration, my finger continuously moves on and around the perfect spot between her legs. At that moment there is no space in my head for disbelief. Her body starts shaking against my body, signaling the impending explosion. She stretches her arms upwards and forcefully takes hold of the upper part of the brown door to help her stand upwards. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her mouth is wide open, but no air is going in or out. My hand rest between her legs. There is no movement. For a moment we just stand together before she turns around and looks at me with a vulnerability that is entirely novel to me. Finally, my disbelief is taking hold, and I realize I have no idea where to go from here. She starts to hug me. I decide I will not let go before she does. The next move is hers to make.

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