(In my morning voice) ‘Oh hey.. You’re home..’
(Elsie answered) ‘Yupp. For some time already.’
(I asked) ‘Where’s Maeve?’
‘Outside, probably making breakfast? I don’t know.’
Pulling the blindfolds back over my eyes, I knew it was time to wake up, but there was no rush to since it was only 8am.
(She asked) ‘Are you going back to sleep?’
‘Uh-huh.. ‘
(She hinted) ‘Haha. So tired huh. You must have done all the work last night when I wasn’t around.’
As tempting as it was to engage her subtle innuendo, I was really more concerned about her privacy, which she was most certainly entitled to in her own room (shared with her sister whom I was dating).
With the blindfold and blanket still over me, I was about to roll upright and get up/ out ‘nonchalantly’ when she spoke again, sounding louder in close proximity.
(She instructed) ‘Keep that whatever thing over your eyes until I say you can remove it. OK?’
‘Yeah ok.’
There, she came up with an easier, more convenient solution which I would never have suggested, though I would like to think of it as a proof of her trust towards me, or even, an actual, on-going test of my trustworthiness.
For the next minute, we just chatted normally about the bar I worked at, while the distinct ruffling of clothes was heard on and off. In about two minutes’ time, all I could hear was our voices, nothing else.
‘Are you done changing?’
‘Nope. Not yet.’
Sure. Perhaps she liked to be naked for a few minutes. And so, I ended the conversation as the iconic tiak tiak tiak sounds were heard on her phone, signalling her ‘busyness’.
One or two minutes after that, I felt the mattress sank, followed by a hand sliding up my leg under the blanket.
(I whispered) ‘Elsie?’
(She whispered) ‘Shhh.. ‘
By then, she has found her way into my boxers and began to fondle it, doing so in such an inexperienced manner that my junk couldn’t help but enjoy her naivety.
Soon, the blanket hiding my lower-half was pulled away, unveiling the shameless interest towards my own girlfriend’s sister.
What happened next was the execution of a standard, untrained handjob where she just held my manhood in an unyielding, firm grip, and jerked that ‘fist’ up and down.
Upon sensing how much stiffer I was getting, she began to taunt me, albeit in a self-entitled, arrogant tone. Apart from berating me about that sort of ‘attention’ I was secretly hiding from everybody, it was also her sign that her sister wasn’t as ‘good’ as she was, though she didn’t have as many partners.
Honestly, under the sort of death grip she had on my weiner, I was ‘naturally’ going to get harder, and even bigger, since she was literally suffocating it. As much as I half-enjoyed the handjob while she sang praises about how much she could please me with minimal skills, what really angered me was the demeaning words she used on her sister, her own family.
‘You can remove the towel now. I want you to look at this.’
I did exactly just that and saw her sitting about a foot from me, wearing an oversized Jersey and legs spread far enough for me to spot that smooth, hairless, tight slit.
‘I bet my sister’s vagina is all loose and ugly from fucking so many guys. Don’t you wish you had this instead?’
After that, it was all self-admiration where she spread those pinkish folds of skin, appearing damp for some reason. Fearing nothing, she slipped her middle finger into her pussy and pulled it out to show me how wet she could get.
The one thing I could never forget, was her humbling look when our gaze momentarily crossed path while looking at the sticky, juicy strands joining her thumb and middle fingertips. Yes, she could be as good as she has claimed herself to be, but I, was somehow contributing to the wetness that has formed within her.
(She uttered) ‘I think it’s time for you to get up.’
(I replied cheekily) ‘You’re right.’
She promptly left the bedroom for me to get dressed and I gladly made the bed too, all the while gloating at how she accidentally ‘owned’ herself.
Seeing her approach from the kitchen (where the common bathroom is), I graciously opened the door wider for her to enter before I exited. But instead, she shut the door behind her and flashed me a disapproving, critical look.
No more words were said when she abruptly bent over her sister’s bed, using one hand to support her upper body while pushing against the (shut) wooden door with her other.
*In short, she left the bedroom to check on her sister to see how much time she had with ‘me’.*
(She instructed in a soft tone) ‘Fuck me.’
On one hand, I was more than happy to teach her a lesson, but on the other, not too willing to do it at the expense of my own loved one. It took her some persuasion, a few more apologies, and one incriminating, difficult confession, for me to grant her her wish.
My boxers went down immediately and I stuffed my cock between her buns, for a slippery, wet welcome into her pussy. I was selfishly in my own world until the ‘penetration’ part seemed to be hurting her, did I actually stopped to ask.
(I asked concernly) ‘Umm. Have you ever.. Had sex?’
‘Not sexually? I mean, not with a dick. Just fingers, and toys?’
‘And you want me to take your virginity(?)’
Right then, she let go of the hand holding herself up and collapsed into the bed, sticking that same, freed hand down her crotch to pry those lower-lips open.
I understood her cue and resumed the process, thrusting more and more of my cock into her with each pressing second. In under a quarter of a minute, I was buried deep in her impossibly tight cunt, and actually hyperventilating from the sheer pressure (on my cock).
That said, I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears and dick when her hands went crazy grabbing at air, while her vagina was throbbing so fiercely. But once I started ramming my pipe into her disoriented pie hole, her ‘resistance’ immediately gave way to a mix of calm, euphoric, and begrudging tremors through her body.
My swift, slick thrusts gradually picked up pace for the harder, deeper strokes, officially sending her down the spiral of a recharge-discharge cycle of her sexual adrenaline.
At some point, I turned my attention back to myself and took full advantage of her convulsing vaginal walls, gapping as if her life depended on it.
After a few long minutes combining a series of rapid-shallow/ sudden-deep pumps of my cock far into her nether region, I was about to cum, though much later than she was already limp and smoothered.
Before a worse mistake was made, I pulled out, put my boxers back and helped Elsie back into her bed before leaving the room. Citing an ‘urgent’ need for the toilet, my bottoms disappeared magically almost as soon as I stepped into the bathroom, wasting no time in shagging my lover until she was filled, up to the brim, with my all-organic, liquid love.
A week later, Elsie began texting me, though she was mostly inviting me to ‘hang out’ with her (alone with her sister’s permission), or with the both of them. What she didn’t count on, was her blackmail attempt using footage she had secretly recorded that fateful morning.
In a virtual conversation, she showed me that said footage in the one way she was so used to – through a (video) message. Even without seeing her in person, I could tell how much she regretted doing that.
Although we both had the same evidence that could implicate each other, the leverage, and real-life cost, was vastly different. As far as I know, she never gave up enough to submit to my implied control over her, neither did I do anything with ‘our’ video.
That said, she wasn’t the same, demeaning person as everyone knew her to be, and thus unwittingly, becoming somewhat more likeable.