My GF; Fucking & How We Met Ch. 05

All the standard pressure I kept myself under, all the worries of my new relationship, and any random culturally imposed concerns about nuclear war or global warming went away in the freedom of sex.

It was soooah-ho-ho fucking good. A much needed orgasm welled up from the center of my shoulder blades and burst out of my sex in a spurt of pure pleasure. The pleasure rolled on, through my calves and to my toes. I felt it in the backs of my knuckles even as they banged against her headboard as I growled out a scream, demanding more.

Her movement decelerated perceptibly, because she knew that - with the "edge" off my lust - my need would slow broil. The even pace and astute angle produced by her slower gyrations kept me fired with her smooth strokes into my lava soaked snatch.

Full weight on me now and my legs no longer capable of wrapping around her or interested in the effort required, her hand went to my heretofore ignored and positively rigid clit. Still calm and giving, her thumb and forefinger molded my clit while my strapon continued to fathom my depths. I groaned and grunted, real communication unnecessary under her flood of indulgent gratification.

Soon, telltale warmth built in my tummy and butterflied out to the tips of my extremities. I saw florescent colors on the insides of my closed eyelids. I heard my own loud gasps in my unguarded ears. The dam burst again, but in a wash instead of a spurt.

A gush of cum poured forth from my ecstatic pussy and I blacked out in the sheer joy of my sexual release.~~~

Waking by myself in her luxurious bed, I stretched and stood. Caveman thinking or not, that rebalanced the chemistry of my brain or something and left me ready to face the world again.

"You needed that, huh?" It was the first verbal exchange we'd had other than hellos. She was typing something on her computer in a program I didn't recognize.

"Yeah, I did. Thanks." Even the most businesslike lesbian relationship produces some pillowtalk and I'd been seeing her for years. "Can I borrow your shower?"

She looked taken aback, probably because I broke our standard routine. I wanted to be sensitive just in case and make sure she knew it wasn't about her, so I went on. "It's not...I'm picking up my new girlfriend now and I don't want to smell of sex."

"Of cour- Girlfriend? You have a girlfriend?"

"Yep. She's great."

"...that's nice." She frowned like it wasn't. I can't imagine that she was jealous or anything. Maybe she'd just never thought of my life outside our sessions, like I never thought of hers. It probably jarred her. "Are you two not having sex yet?"

"We are. I've pretty good plans for tonight." I winked and headed into her bathroom for a quick wash before getting back on the road.

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My girlfriend's already up when I wake in her bed. My last memory of her snuggling me to sleep after D&D makes me smile sleepily.

It's Thursday so she's got to be in her basement gym working out. She's so disciplined. So strong. So...

I grab her strapon from the nightstand and go down to see how she's doing.

The whole basement is a gym, with machines and weights on the near side and gym mats, medicine balls, etc on the other. She's running over ladders on the far side when I reach the foot of the stairs. (I fell on my butt the only time I tried it with her, but she helped me up and put me safely on a stationary bike.)

She's wearing a grey sports bra and maroon shiny short shorts. Sweat's dripping off her brow and down her back. I love it when she's got her Amazon on.

I pause there at the foot of the stairs, waiting for her to notice me in the room. With her long brilliant red hair, her perfect strong pale body, her intelligent sharp emerald eyes, and her absolute fearlessness, she's like an anime goddess.

She's Rias Gremory. I'm hers.

My girlfriend gets especially intense when she works out. So when she stops "pylos" and removes her headphones to stalk across the basement toward me, I feel those happy shakes that come when I know she's going to have me.

"Hey Cuddles, good morning," she laughs. It's welcoming and fiendish at once. "What do you have there?"

~~~"I, uh, brought your strapon."

"Why's that, Gorgeous?"

"Because I thought you might use it?" I hand her the toy a bit sheepishly. I hadn't thought about how utterly needy it made me look to bring it down, but she's chuckling when she takes it from me, loses the shorts and bra, and straps it on. Her relishing my eagerness eases my embarrassment and makes me feel desirable too.

"I don't know how safe you are here with me, my naked little nerd." She spins me away from her and wraps one arm around my breasts, while the other with its splayed fingers inches downward from my belly toward my pussy. Her red bush brushes the top of my crack and her hard nipples press into my shoulders as she holds me to her hot sweaty body. "You interrupted my jock time and I still have you geeking out last night in the front of my mind. I think I may be duty-bound to bully you."

I quiver at her words and she growls. My legs spread as her hand moves down. She whispers.

"Let's see. I can't give you a wedgie or pants you if you never wear clothes." She quick licks my ear. "I don't want my cute girl's head in a toilet, so no swirlies." Her tongue keeps playing with my ear and her hand goes from cupping my pussy to hooking a finger inside and strumming my clit with her thumb. "Indian burns aren't PC. A wet willie seems a bit redundant. What do you think, Little Nerd?"

"I don't know." I gasp as she lifts me onto my tiptoes with her arm around me and her fingers inside me.

"Are you sure you can't think of anything?" Her fingers claim what little focus I can muster and I don't answer beyond a lustful moan.

"Okay then, Hotness. How about we try some wrestling?" She lets go of me for a moment before dipping her shoulder into my waist and picking me up with an arm around the back of my knees.

My girlfriend carries me like a sack of potatoes over to the other end of the basement and fake power slams me onto the gym mats. She pins me with ease, then rolls me into a full nelson on top of her. Her knee slides between my legs and I'm half-sitting on her thigh. I squish against it and moan again.

"You know it's no fun if you don't even try to fight back, Cutie?"

"Why would I fight?" The pressure of her leg pushing on my pussy, being secured in her arms, and her gentle nibbling at my ear were all very good arguments to not wrestle back.

"Good point." She flips me on top of her. She grabs my wrists and holds them to her chest while kissing any lingering sleepiness out of me. "Mmm. I'll make sure you cum at least once before I leave for work if you can pin me. I'll even let you start on top and give you five minutes." She releases my wrists.

I give it an honest try. I do. Really.

She's so much stronger than me though. I'm flat on my back in seconds, arms pinned to the mat above my head, my laughing girlfriend straddling my prone body.

"Well, A for effort, my little nerd." She looks down at me, cheerfully feral. "What did I promise again, if you won?"

"To make me cum at least once before you leave." I pout and worry just a little after the long tease I got last night, but I'm pretty sure my wonderful girlfriend won't leave me hanging.

"How about twice, then?" Her eye brows arch.

"Yes, please!" I get to cum twi-ice, I get to cum twi-ice. La la la, la la, la.

She kisses me before I finish singing in my head and she tastes so good.

"Go lay on your back on the Smith machine bench, Dollface." She walks over to a chest in the corner and opens the combination lock. I run over to the Smith machine.

I should tell you that she has the only fully upholstered gym in the world. I fell off the pull up/dip machine and chipped a tooth three months ago, so now everything that can be padded is and everything else is coated in neoprene. She never scolded me about it though and when her friends tease her about baby proofing, she just tells them to go [be nice to] themselves.

She walks over with two sets of velcro cuffs in her hands. Her fingertips run along my side and tweak my left nipple as she passes by me to the plates.

I flinch when she loads up the Smith machine. If she wants me to bench press hundreds of pounds, she's going to be very disappointed.

"Don't worry, Pretty Girl. The weight is to keep the bar from moving." She raises the bench I'm on to a little below waist height (on her). "Now scoot your cute ass down to the edge so your head isn't hanging off."

I comply and my girlfriend cuffs my wrists to the bar and tightens the other end of each cuff so they won't slide on the neoprene. I told you, she coated everything.

"Now keep ahold of the bar with both hands. The cuffs will help if you slip at all, but then you need to grab the bar again to keep your balance. Okay, Playmate?"

"Okay, Baby." Now I'm curious.

She bends down and grabs each of my ankles. She crosses them behind her neck and my body forms an L shape. Meanwhile, she pushes the strapon into me and brings that nice, full feeling. I sigh blissfully with the pleasure of her in me.

Now to wait on pins and needles for the plundering I know I have coming to me.

Then she leans forward and I form a more and more acute angle until she's holding the bar with me. She's leaning onto me with her thighs against the bench. I'm bent nearly double and the dildo connecting us is rubbing me the right way in a completely different way than usual, but with the pressure of her weight behind it that she knows I crave.

My girlfriend starts slow, working up some nice friction as my body responds to her movement with countermovements that stoke a glowing warmth in my awakened pussy.

I know this mood on her though. The speed, the force, and the heat are coming.

Sure enough, the pace increases dramatically. My ankles uncross with the faster stroking, but her arms keep them together on the inside of each of her shoulders. With my legs so close together, my pussy squeezes the toy even harder. I'm completely at her mercy with my wrists bound in place and my lower body bent up under the power of her upper body.

She's already sweaty, but gets even slicker as she pumps me. The fronts of her thighs loudly slap the backs of mine, my lower back makes a corresponding thumping sound as it bounces against the leather padded bench beneath me, and my super wet and super hot pussy is making really lewd sloppy sounds.

"You like that, Little Nerd? Like being fucked all bent up like a pretzel?"

"Ugh, ugh, guh, ugh." She pauses a moment so I can answer between grunts as each stroke punches the air from my lungs. "Yes. Ugh, guh, ugh, ugh, ahhhhhh."

My hand slips from the bar for a second and my body twists a little under the vigor of her bucking into me, but the cuff catches my wrist and I regain the bar and my balance immediately. The strapon assault she's providing has its intended effect though, and I'm ready to pop.

"Fuck. You're amazing, you gorgeous, bendable, fuckable woman! Damn, Sexy. I, Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuuhuuuuuuuuuuck!" She was readier than me apparently and her thrusts slacken.

I could care less because in moments I join her in mutual orgasm, squealing out in satisfied happiness and collapsing on the bench in a pile of yay.

She unstraps my wrists and stands me up for a soft, loving kiss. Her firm lips press mine. Her hand at the back of my head tangles in my hair and the other around my waist squeezes my buttcheek. Both hold me in place as her tongue slides into my mouth and massages mine.

My girlfriend's kiss stops before I'm ready. Her one hand leaves my hair and the other gives a final pat to my bottom.

"Alright, so you be good while I'm at work, Sunshine..."

"But you said twice?" I whine and go to my tiptoes to try to go back to kissing her, but she's so darn tall.

Her hands go back to my bottom and pull me into her strapon for a spontaneous grind.

"I know, Kitten. I just like making you all sulky." She plants a quick kiss on the tip of my upturned nose. "I'm going to clean up a bit down here. Go upstairs to my closet toybox and find a dark green strapon dildo with three prongs - like a rabbit vibrator with an anal lion tail on it -- and the warming anal lube. I'll meet you in my bed in a few minutes."

I ran to her room and dove in her toy box. It's huge and there are still dozens of things that we haven't used and some things I don't comprehend. I find the dark green dildo though and jump up and down on the bed while I wait for her.

"You're fucking adorable, Sweetheart, you know that?" She's leaning in the doorframe watching me bounce on the bed. I stop moving and stare.

She walks across the room. Her long toned legs take long strides. Her strong arms sway in tandem. Her skin ripples over her ab muscles. Her yummy breasts jiggle. Her beautiful lips curve and her bright eye winks because she caught me looking. I do blush, but she knows she turns me on.

My girlfriend stops at the edge of the bed. I'm on my knees facing her and holding out the dildo in supplication. She strokes my hair.

"Switch them out, Darling." I partially unfasten her harness, slip the regular dildo out, lock the triple one in, and attach the remote to the leather waist strap of her harness. She doesn't stop petting me. "Spread lube on the anal stimulator."

It's not hard to figure out which part is the anal stimulator. She's used a rabbit on me before so I recognize the little "ears" that will pedal over my clit and make me nuts. The dong part is pretty blinking obvious too, although this one is short with a big, bulbous head made of jelly with ribbing on it. The anal stimulator does look like a lion's tail. It's bendy plastic about as big around as my pinky with a smallish pointed oval bead on the end that's also ribbed jelly.

Remembering the last time, I'm careful to be generous with the lube.

She puts one of the body pillows sideways on the center of the bed and maneuvers me so I'm laying my head on my regular pillow and the body pillow is under my butt.

She herself lays right on top of me and between my wide open legs and we makeout.

As I'm getting into sucking on her tongue, she wets a finger in my slit and tenderly pushes passed my rosebud to wriggle in my bottom. I giggle into her kiss and feel her smile around her tongue, before she pulls her finger out. I miss it.

The dong part pushes into my pussy and the smile stays, but my giggles are now moans. The lion's tail pokes at my backdoor, shoves with maddening gradualness, rubs my rosebud with its ribby goodness, and pops inside. The bunny ears hug my clit. The dong enters fully to butt my g spot and the anal stimulator slides in behind it.

I squirm beneath her, overexcited. There are so many textures and hardnesses. I'm already pretty keyed up from her taking me in the gym and it's just too much. My overwhelmed pussy and bottom clamp and unclamp.

So she keeps calm and is now somehow sucking on my tongue. I'm not sure when that started. My lower half is distracting me, but her soothing is working. That gentle suction pacifies me while hands stroke the side of my face, the hollow of my neck, the traps of my shoulders, and - ooooh -- the lobes of my ears. I loosen up - figuratively and physically -- under her loving touch.

Her lips leave mine to sweep down my neck to my shoulder, then across my chest to put little smooches over my collarbone and up to nibble the bottom of my chin. She nuzzles and my body relaxes and accepts the twin intrusion and those lovely bunny ears on my nubbin.

She pulls me back into a kiss and I feel and hear the vibration start in the same second. The pulsation patterns of the two inserts are complementary and both reverb off the wall between them. Aaaahhhhhhh, bunny ears. Bunny ears! After a few seconds, I'm ready to leap right out of my skin.

My girlfriend's on top of me though. She's petting my hair, and kissing my cheek, and palming my hip. Soon I'm still agitated, but enveloped in her while the wonderful buzzing spreads from my center to the little hair on my arms and the back of my neck.

She begins gentle short-thrusting into me. Most of me is just immersed in the sensations as my clit, g-spot, and bottom are all stroked and vibrated at once, but deep down, I also appreciate my baby. I know the tenderness of her pace and the attentiveness of her caresses are solely for me. This whole turn in her bed is for me. Because she loves me.

Her sensual kiss, her sensitive fondling, and her knowledgeable rhythm have me riding the cow that jumps over the moon in her ascent.

As her hips gyrate to move the toy in and out of me, I break off her kiss to take in more breath and have more room to groan out her name. She kisses my throat and I give her hers back a little with the vibrations of the groans she's pulling from me against the warmth of her ruby lips.

I can't take much more before I climax. She must know, because she keeps her speed steady, but drives into me much harder.

"That's it, Gorgeous. Cum for me now! Good girl." She's done a full workout, the second aerobic workout banging me on the leather bench, and the sex now, but she's not even panting. She's amazing. "That's my good girl. Just let go."

I am panting. I'm also moaning and whimpering in hunger, so I don't think any recognizable words come out when I answer. I obey her words though.

I'm over the freaking moon!

~~~I must lose a few minutes of awareness, but she's holding me when I come to. Until her alarm steals her. Fucking alarm.

"The car'll be by to pick you up for your appointment with Dr. Caldwell and for yoga at 10, I'll be home for bath night by 6. If a package comes, try out the blue ones while I'm gone and get comfortable. I love you, Kitten. Be good." And she's gone.

But, yay! Bath night!

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Our first bath night was also on a Thursday. I'd had my first meeting with Dr. Caldwell that day and I admit I needed it. It didn't magically heal me. We didn't even have time to go into my experiences, just my self. Yet I felt good because I'd gotten answers to questions that needled me for years.

I went back to the hospital after and spent a few contemplative hours filling prescriptions. My boss was POed with me for leaving work, but he's always angry.

She walked in a few minutes before shift change and waved at me before taking a seat in the waiting room. She wore sexy skinny jeans, strappy heels, and a low cut, diaphanous blue top with a gleaming silver necklace in her cleavage. Her hot red hair was pulled back in a high pony, so I could see the matching gleaming silver tear drops in her pretty ears.

I couldn't wait to go see her.

Although I spent the afternoon thinking of what to say to her, it all came out in a rush.

"Baby, I have Asperger's, but it's okay. I should have told you and I have other stuff that's not okay. Scary things from when I was little, and then bigger, and I'm still off, but I'm okay. It's that okay?"

"It's okay, Angel." My girlfriend hugged me. "I love you. Every little bit of you."

And it was okay.

Still hugging me, she continued, "So I figured we could grab some dinner and come back to my place for the night?"

I forgot to bring extra clothes! I knew we'd be going back to her place, but I totally forgot! Maybe I could re-wear...

She whispered to me. It's like she realizes my worries before I do.

"I took the liberty of picking out some clothes and toiletries you can keep at my house while you still have your apartment." I purred in her hug. "Yeah, a tube top and some pants that say 'Tap Me' on the ass in big red letters."

I started, but before I could freak out too much, she giggled.