Fucking My Girl: The Day She Came

She was delicate, feminine, romantic and scarily intelligent. And mine. Jay would describe herself as pretty average looking – but to me, she was gorgeous. Fucking her had been a revelation; I’d never lost myself during sex quite that much. I was addicted. One afternoon in particular stands out from all the rest.

My phone pinged mid-morning. New message from Jay. I could hardly believe my luck when I read her words – she had the afternoon off, so was it ok to come round? It was more than ok. As usual my stomach leapt into my throat at the prospect of meeting her again – something about this girl turned me to mush. I’d eventually realise that I loved her – years later, as it happens – but for the moment I fooled myself into thinking it was simply sex.

Even the sex was never simply sex. As I rushed to prepare for her arrival that morning, I couldn’t help but get distracted by memories of being with her. Thoughts of what I was yet to do to her. My mouth on hers, my fingers sneaking under her clothes, down her jeans…

The time until her arrival at my place is just seconds in my memory, but that morning it seemed like hours. Eventually the bell went and I attempted to answer the door casually, in my casual tee, casual jeans. So casual. I hoped she wouldn’t notice my hands shaking.

Jay flashed her white teeth at me in a deliciously cheeky grin. Usual “hello”s were exchanged then suddenly she was in my hallway, and on me – no preamble, no pretence either of us wanted anything else. Barely getting the door closed behind her, she dropped her bag on the floor and her mouth was on mine while she was still shrugging her coat off.

They say it’s like time stopping, but it’s more like time didn’t exist. We had both no time and all the time in the world. All I knew, as I melted into the moment and enjoyed her tongue dancing with mine, was that I felt complete. I reciprocated, devouring her – and, after she’d managed to finally disentangle herself from her coat, we stumbled up the stairs to my room. Her sexy giggles turned me on and I playfully growled at her in response.

Jay was shorter than me and used it to her advantage. Entering the bedroom she turned around, brought her hands up to her shirt buttons, looked up at me and simpered. Actually simpered. I’ve never known anyone -before or after- who could actually simper. She just turned on those big Ally McBeal eyes, added that cute little pout and, without saying a word, issued the challenge. Fling me down and fuck me, if you dare.

Oh, I dared. My earlier nerves had vanished, as they always did once we reconnected. My face must have given me away, because I saw the look in her eyes change from teasing to fearful excitement. That was just before I grabbed her wrists and kissed her forcefully on the mouth once again.

I was in control here now. It’s the way we worked – she lit my fire and I gave it to her white-hot. She moaned against my mouth, revelling in being captured, the teasing minx. Moving forwards while kissing her, she had no choice but to move backwards towards the waiting bed. I broke away from the kiss, still holding her by her wrists captured between us. The satisfied and slightly smug look she gave me told me all I needed to know.

With one almighty shove I pushed her on to the bed. She gasped as if in hurt shock, even while that massive grin on her face betrayed her absolute joy. Jay, I thought to myself, you’ll never win an Oscar. Still, I knew she could perform in other ways.

I don’t know how long we played on the bed, tangled round each other and enjoying having the time to explore each other properly. We started off dressed and kissing, but soon moved to unbuttoning each other’s clothes, me undoing her shirt and her pulling my tee off over my head before our mouths met again. Her cute little tits goosepimpling in the slightly cool air; she hardly ever wore underwear. Those small pert breasts contrasting with my sizeable, round ones barely constrained by my bra. We tussled for a while like that, her topless, me in my bra, both in our jeans like some kind of post-watershed Levis ad.

My fingers were in her hair when she moved to undo my bra, reaching around my back for the clasp and expertly squeezing the fabric together to unhook the fastening. You’ve done this before, I told her. Kinky bitch.

She just laughed in response, then tried her best innocent face. It didn’t wash. But it did make me even hotter for her. My bra was flung off to land somewhere in a far corner. My fingers, which had been threatening to invade her jeans, made good on the promise. Unfastening her fly, I almost lost my breath with delight when my fingers found nothing but her shaved snatch beneath. Fuck knows how she accomplished anything with her bare pussy rubbing against denim all the time.

Somehow I kept on exploring her, even while her attentions were on my body in response. Her nimble fingers undid my jeans and, with much wriggling, they moved them down from round my curvy hips. My fingers explored her vulva gently, trying not to get overly rough or rush things in the dizzy lust of the moment. I could feel her cool fingertips enter the waistband of my knickers, wordlessly questioning if it was ok… I wriggled closer to her in positive response.

Our bodies were close but not flush together. At some point we decided my jeans must go; after all, I was wearing underwear too. We broke for a moment as I wriggled them down further, took them off and shoved them aside. I didn’t want to remove her jeans just yet. Knowing she was bare down there, against the close-fitting denim, was making me lose my mind. As her lips kissed my neck and her fingers found the telltale wetness in my knickers, I couldn’t restrain myself any more.

I slipped my middle finger down, right to the source of her heat. The thick fabric was sopping at the join there, and my finger slid so easily between her labia. My fingertip brushed over her clitoris which was shamelessly erect – as I knew it would be. Her whole body shuddered against me and I cradled her, kissing her face and neck as she tried to reciprocate with her fingers which were inside my underwear.

She couldn’t concentrate – and I felt for her, as I was finding it difficult enough. My index finger joined my middle finger now as her slippery wetness aided their journey back, and forth, sliding in towards her pussy entrance then back again brushing over her clit and around. The tightness of her undone jeans and the hotness of bare, aroused skin against denim made it impossible for her to do anything but whimper and respond.

Eventually I wanted more. The tease phase was well and truly over. I knew she wanted more too, this hot, half-naked girl in my arms with her puckered-up nipples and sopping tight cunt. Removing my hand from her wetness – to her indignant protests – I took off the offending jeans and chucked them to join mine.

We were much more comfortable without those denim pussy-prisons. Between kisses and reassurances, and with her completely naked and me just in my soaking knickers, my fingers moved back to their favourite place. With her slick coating of arousal it was easy to tease her labia, and widely circle her clitoris, until her fingers which had been brushing my large nipples started to pinch them instead, a vicious response to my teasing.

Now it was her turn to growl, as I playfully but cruelly tormented her pussy giving her everything except what she really wanted. Fingertips lightly trailing over her vulva, using her wetness to slide my fingers around her pussy opening and over her perineum. I straddled her, and my breasts swung within nibbling distance of her mouth. She teased my hardening nipples with her lips, tongue and teeth while I struggled to continue only teasing her.

Pretty soon we could both hold off no more. I moved my breasts out of her reach, and instead put my lips to hers. At the same time, my fingers circled closer to her undoubtedly aching clit, and then down to dip inside her pussy.

My hand moved round to support her back as she arched against the sudden invasion. Her mouth flew open against mine and she let out an involuntary groan. A proper, loud, fuck-me-now-you-fucking-bitch groan. I gave her what she wanted.

Breaking off the kiss to even more moaned utterances, I shuffled down her body. My damp slipperiness straddled her lower leg, reminding her of my own desire, as I started to thrust my fingers inside her tight cunt. She was so incredibly tight, and her wetness combined with that tightness made my fingers squelch as they moved in and out of her. It might not sound like it was erotic, but in that moment, and combined with her lust-filled moaning, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

Still, I wanted to fuck her harder. I wanted to fuck her so she’d never forget.

Two fingers turned to three as I gave her pussy a real challenge. My thumb, outside her body, steadily circled her exposed and erect clit using her leaked wetness as lube. I could feel her cunt getting even tighter around my fingers, and fucking her was getting harder and harder. Still, I wasn’t going to give up so easily.

Her hands had been gripping the sheets beside her, intermittently clawing down at me as I cruelly moved out of her reach. She moved to touch herself, wanting to rub herself to climax. No way, bitch. Your orgasm is mine. I captured her wrists again, both of them caught in my left hand as my right was plunged deep inside her pussy and working her hard. Restraining her like that, and denying her touching herself just made her moans louder and her pussy clench even tighter.

I couldn’t help it, I wanted to give her even more. And I really, really fucking wanted to taste her. Keeping as good a hold on her wrists as I could, while she writhed and wriggled beneath me, I shuffled down further. My tongue darted out to join my thumb in its clit-tease, circling round as the sweet taste of her slippery arousal met my mouth and her scent greeted my nose. Lost completely in my girl and her need, I let instinct take over. My fingers fucked against her extraordinarily tight pussy, as my thumb held her clit hood back for my mouth to lavish attention upon her sexual epicentre.

There was almost no warning. Just a stronger kick of her legs beneath me, and my head being lifted as her back arched against the sensations. My thirst for her was being sated by her incredible saturation, my tongue darting down to lap at her juice escaping round my fingers. Then it happened… a sudden stream, coating my mouth, splashing up my nose, capturing me in her hot torrent.

She’d cum, loudly, beautifully, so fucking sexily – and squirted all over my face.

Once Jay’s orgasmic throes had passed and she regained her breath -and I’d managed to retrieve my fingers and clambered back up her body for snuggles- she was full of apologies. She couldn’t believe she’d actually done that – squirted on my face during her orgasm. I couldn’t believe it either, and my girl-cum soaked face was grinning from ear to ear.

It was, and remains, the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced with a woman.

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