My GF; Fucking & How We Met Ch. 06

"Mmm," I loosen my grip slightly to slide and enjoy the penetration, confident in the design of the Share XL and her level of molten arousal to allow for her continued gratification. "You like that, Sexy Girl? My – ungh – little – mmm – pony."

She's too far gone to respond. Her head lolls back to the side and she just moans and mewls out her love. Within moments, la petite mort has her and she screams in ecstasy.

I come barreling behind her, releasing with a pent up growl and explosion around the silicone cock to a moderately satisfying orgasm.

Hers though. Hers knocked her out. I stroke her pretty face again, so gentle in the repose of post-coital slumber.

~~~Then I come back to myself and recognize that I need to get off her and pull the toy from her. I take the rather used RodeoHs from her sleeping body as well and clean up the mess I made of both of us with some baby wipes.

I kiss her cheek good night and pull her in to me. Then I kick up my ehookah, pop in my earbuds, and turn on my projector to see what's got Jon Stewart's knickers in a twist tonight.

My alarm goes off what seems like moments later. She murmurs something angrily in her sleep, but I can't make out what it is she's saying and don't want to rouse her because we were up until the wee hours. I kiss her cheek good morning and tell her to be good before I get ready, grab a Lean Body, and head out the door.

It's Friday morning, so I'm not going straight to the office. I stop on the way to talk to my girlfriend's shrink and drop by the clinic. It's been a big week of firsts for her - including anal sex, bondage, and seeing Teeg's tryst – and it's not even the weekend yet. I think we're still on track though. (We use Friday as a slop day for catch up on paperwork, presentation design, phone calls, etc, so I typically arrive late at work and cut out when I feel comfortable with the next week's planning.)

I've a lunch/shopping date with Melody and Anne - who's finally back from her six month NOAA trip as of late last night - so I'm rapidly working through my pile of emergent issues and my prep work for a dealership in California we're taking over next week. The process is made much easier since before I even arrive Sherry has everything I need laid out and ready for me. Also, at 11:30 am exactly, she walks in my office with my lunch and a blue Monster. She's grossly overpaid and worth every penny.

"Hey, thanks," I take the energy drink from her, but decline the lunch, "I'm going out today. Maybe see if Meredith wants it?" Meredith generally brown bags it and might like something from Jersey Mike's Subs.

Sherry nods and smiles, but makes no move to walk away. I flip her off and she guffaws, but stays while I call my girlfriend.

"Hey Baby." She sounds like I woke her, but I'm not going to tease her for sleeping in since I'm the one who kept her up late.

"Hiya, Gorgeous. Are you still heading over to Nic's this afternoon to help with the party favors?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. I'm going to lunch and out shopping with Melody and Anne, but we'll meet you at Nic's before we head over to the party at Cherry Girls' Bar. Okay?

"Okay."

"Are you ready for fantasy night?"

"I don't know. Give me a hint?"

"Hmmm. It'll have you buzzing all night?"

"That's not really a very helpful hint, Baby."

"It's not really meant to be a very helpful hint, Playmate."

There's a pause while she pouts.

"I love you, Sexy Girl, and I'll see you later."

"I love you, too."

After another hour or so of work, I'm just wrapping up the last phone call when Melody and Anne walk in my office. I can tell by the way Melody is smiling that she can't wait to say something to me and as soon as I hang up, she lets it go.

"Hi there, Fuck-a-Bunny!"

Damnit Nic.

"What's Fuck-a-Bunny?" Anne asks with feigned innocence.

"That is the question of the week," Melody keeps the teasing going, "Is it the 'it' new vibrator?"

"Expensive escort service?"

"Bestiality support group?"

"Your new girlfriend is secretly a furry?"

"Ennnt!" Melody corrects Anne, "We like Jenny."

"We like Jenny?"

"We tolerate Kay. We like Jenny."

Anne turns to me.

"We like Jenny."

Gentle reader, to clarify that exchange, Melody informed Anne that they – meaning Melody and Anne as a pair – were fond and protective of my girlfriend. (Specifically more fond and protective of her than me, their friend since we were all teenagers.) And Anne – having never even met my girlfriend – informed me that she agreed entirely with Melody.

I like her being protected and can take the ribbing, so it's fine with me. They're worrying though.

Melody and Anne have a deeply unhealthy codependent relationship that apparently hasn't changed with Anne's absence. Although both entirely straight, (believe me, I've tried for years) they're more mind-melded than any lesbian couple I've ever met. Adrianne, Elle, Nic, and I all think it's why neither of them can develop a strong romantic relationship, because they're their respective life partners.

Yes, we gossip, which is why I have to take the Fuck-a-Bunny thing on the chin. It's healthy and useful. Speaking of:

"So why does it say 'O'Brien's Raging Bitch Week' on your secretary's wall calendar?" Anne asks of honest curiosity.

"Because she thinks she's funny and that SHE WON'T BE FIRED!" I shout for Sherry's benefit, but only because I know she'll find it funny. "And she's the office manager."

"Is she marking your cycle? No matter how much of a 'raging bitch' you are with PMS, that's plain weird." Melody disapproves.

"No. Jenny goes back to the night shift next week and I'm apparently unpleasant to work for when I'm not getting time with her." Raging bitch might actually be a fair description. I don't cope well.

"Awww," Melody nearly chokes laughing, "Does the big bad Kay miss her cuddle buddy?"

"You don't get snuggles wiv your widdle teddy beaw," Anne joins in.

Yes. Okay? Yes, I miss holding her on nights she works. She's soft and smooth and warm and snuggly and I just miss her. Turns out that after five months, I like the cuddling as much as she does and I physically yearn for her so much that I've trouble sleeping without her in my bed. Hence the raging bitch.

But I can't admit that to my two oldest friends. I've spent the last decade or more loudly quoting the chorus to "99 Problems" by Jay-Z.

"When she's gone, I don't get as much 'physical affection,'" I actually do the air quotes with my hands, "as I'd like and it leaves me grumpy."

"Wait," Anne doesn't believe her ears, "you're faithful now?"

"I know right?" Melody answers for me, "I told you we like Jenny."

"She deserves fidelity." I answer honestly. I told you, we gossip. If I admit to harmless sex while I can't be with my girl anyway, my friends would all have a fucking intervention on me in as much time as it took to send a group text.

[We bloody-fucking-well would. – Nic]

We hit the shops at The Bravern, picking up a few things, but mainly catching up. On our way over to Neiman's, I see a booth selling a variety of jewelry, and a necklace catches my eye. Princess Zelda on a silver-colored chain. Without thinking, I stop to buy it for her. Anne shoots me a funny look.

"For Jenny," Melody answers for me while I pay.

"What is it?" Anne looks critically at the cheap necklace I've purchased for the woman I profess to love while I carry a bag with a bikini from Tory Burch's and another with a dress from Karen Millen's.

"It's Princess Zelda." I question my choice. If I walked 60 feet to the jewelry counter at Gucci and bought her the prettiest or costliest necklace, she wouldn't like it or want to wear it as much as the $9.99 one with the Nintendo princess pendant in my hand. Still, I feel a bit bad for not spending more on her.

"I thought Zelda was the little green man?" Anne frowns at the new disparity.

"No. That's a common misconception. Link is the little green man, a Hylian Seeker actually, who repeatedly rescues Princess Zelda from the brigand Ganon throughout time." I frown myself and look at the trinket I've gotten her. She's going to break into the biggest smile and do a little hop/shake thing when she sees it. That's all that matters.

I look up to see my friends staring at me and then they break out laughing.

"Fine. I'm a sap."

"And a geek. Don't forget geek." Melody smiles, not quite mocking and not quite proud.

We shop at Neiman's rather uneventfully and then head over to John Howie Steak for our reservation for 3 for lunch.

We've barely sat down when her ringtone – "Shameless" by Garth Brooks – plays from my phone.

"Hey Cutie, what's up?"

She's agitated and kind of incoherent. She's gotten into a misunderstanding and now she's frightened.

"Jenny, Angel, it's okay. It's gonna be okay. I'll be there soon. Just hand her back your phone." She does and I talk to Dr. Hartford directly. "Please? I love her. And she's scared."

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After our first bath night together, I put my girl to bed with her lightest silk panties on and insisted she not touch herself. Stopping myself from touching her as her cute, silk-clad bottom rubbed against my naked pelvis proved the more difficult challenge.

I persevered. I smelled her hair, like fresh spring. My arms stayed wrapped around her velvety, bath-softened skin. I warmed under the top sheet as her body heat soaked into me. And I stared at the wall passed her sweet head and counted to one hundred again and again until I eventually fell asleep.

Her rustling woke me and I looked to the digital clock to find the time just after 2am. Thinking she was having a bad dream again, I shushed her and cooed dotingly into her cute little ear.

"Baby," She seemed to really be struggling and - foggy as I was - I grew concerned, "I've got to get loose, please. I need to go."

"Hush, Kitten. You're safe. I've got you."

"No. No, I've got to, you know, go."

I growled.

"Alright, Cutie. Hurry back." In the dim moonlight filtering through the window, I watched her cute ass bounce in the aqua panties and her silvery hair bounce on her pale shoulders while she hastened to relieve herself.

The bed stayed warmish from where she'd lain in it and her scent lingered, but she wasn't there and I didn't like it.

She came back quickly, with cold-hardened nipples and a covering of goose pimples. I imagined the relative chill was worse for her and she'd no reason to dally.

Still, I was fully awake and peevish when she reclaimed her place. As she nestled back into my body, I somewhat innocently kissed her slender neck and did some quick hygienics mathematics. Her pretty pussy had been shaved several hours before and was probably okay for some attention.

~~~At that point I realized that my hand was already cupping her though her wispy little silk panties. Naughty hand.

She purred delicately as her back arched a little and her juicy peach pressed unconsciously into my hand. I was in no mood for delicate though. She'd woken the sleeping giant.

"You want to have some fun, Playmate?" I asked rather rhetorically, my fingers slipping past the gusset of her undies to caress her newly bare lips.

"Shouldn't –oooo- shouldn't we get back to sleep, Baby?"

My infiltrating fingers tickled her, making her giggle fetchingly.

"Oh, I'd like to, Sweetie. But I've got this hot blonde chick in my bed with me and I can't stop thinking of ravaging her. I rather think I will, actually."

Distractedly, she breathed, "You can have anything you want from me, Baby."

I whispered so quietly into her pretty ear, "Be very careful what you promise me when my hand is where my hand is." She trembled in anticipation.

My middle finger slid between her lips to find the moisture there and make her jolt back into me. My lips returned to their light kissing of the back of her neck while I kept fingering her to higher levels of arousal. She had to be totally wet for what I was going to do to her hot body.

Without removing the finger that I actively used to spread her slickness all over smooth pouty lips, I ripped the flimsy panties off her to be rewarded with her gasp of surprise.

"Your pleasure is mine to take, Sweetness," My tongue teased the shell of her pretty ear again before some talented nibbling of what's one of her most sensitive erogenous zones.

After a few minutes of coping with the attention, she started to wriggle and to try to raise one leg to give me better access. As per usual, that made me want to tease her and make her beg. But I wanted mine at that point too and I wanted it more.

I put her on her back and overlaid her, the sheet sliding down to lay across the small of my back and cool air of the room hitting my upper body in sharp contrast to the heat radiating from beneath me.

I covered her face with kisses and licks. Quick and gentle. At one point I noticed myself lick from the point of her chin to the corner of her jaw. But what my mouth did to her face wasn't my focus.

My legs spread over her right leg to pin it down briefly as I came up onto spread knees and pulled her left leg over my right hip and held it to my body with my right arm.

Her lower body rotated about 45 degrees in my solid grasp as I lifted her torso partially off the bed. Have I mentioned how much her flexibility, in every sense, makes our sex life so fun? And that was before she started yoga too. Still, I hold her right leg with my left hand for stability for her.

As I pulled her to me, I held when her smooth, slick sex came into contact with the red bush she asked me to keep hours earlier. Watching her face register the texture with a curious wonderment made me smile, even in my lust.

I brought her tight against me and her honey-golden brown eyes opened. Her sublime countenance expressed her desire, her submission, and her devotion through them before she lowered her gaze to study the melting point where our bodies met.

With the most minute movements of my hips and hers, I squeezed her glistening pussy against mine. She stared, fascinated. I felt her sexy hips trying to undulate, but I constrained her.

From our respective positions, I easily controlled her body and rubbed us together at an increasingly furious speed. I kept my own body under control as well and my orgasm at bay longer than I'd usually deny myself. I wanted to come with her.

Her groans of effort from beneath me spurred me to quicker movement. I humped down onto her with the lubricated ease provided by my earlier efforts.

I checked in with her visually. Her perky breasts fell back into her chest and jiggled. Her eyes stayed closed and her hair began to mat with sweat. My pretty girl's lips parted in a continuous pant and she seemed as concentrated as me on experiencing the sensations of tribadism.

Her body stiffened and her legs locked, telling me her orgasm was nigh and giving me carte blanche to expedite my own.

I ground into her with no moderation at all. My clit became a spike in the slippery humid mashing of our honey pots together and I dropped her left leg to grab the headboard for support as tremors assaulted me, spider-webbing from my fluttering pussy to my curling toes and the tips of my ears.

Release hit us both within seconds of each other and I fell backwards. Our legs remained intertwined and we both struggled to catch our breath.

~~~Sweetly, I bent my head to kiss one of her feet and suckle each of her cute toes in turn as she hummed happily. I flipped around on the bed to lick her soles, slightly more calloused from her work standing all day (or night), but still unusually soft. Next, I sucked the toes of her other foot and swirled my tongue around them.

Lovingly, I worked up her legs, skipped her oversexed cunny, and over her hips and tummy. I stopped to massage her stomach and dip my tongue in and out of her belly button because I like the way she purrs when I do.

Gently, I fondled her pert breasts. Her nipples were still hard and tight under my tongue and rubbery between my fingers. Her purrs softened to sighs as I continued with tender breastplay.

Her breathing changed and I realized that she'd drifted off as I pampered her body, so I took her back in my arms, pulled the sheet back over us, and cuddled my adorable sleepyhead.

Feeling satiated and ready to return to dreamland as well, I fell back to sleep pondering the benefits of having my sweet angel with me. The carnal convenience of keeping such a sexy and welcoming woman nearby was obvious (and true), but it went deeper for me.

I liked holding her in the tender fondness of my relaxed afterglow. I liked waking with one hand cradling her cute little coochie too.

We woke to my alarm. It was a bit early, so I took her for a tour of the house after dressing – me in a black skirtsuit with a burgundy blouse and matching pumps and her in super heroes tee shirt and lounge pants – and breakfast. She'd already seen my bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen in depth, but got introduced quickly to the gym, living room, den, utility room, office, balcony, spare bedrooms, and other bathrooms. Everything went well until we reached the spare bedroom that I intended to be her study.

"So I'll move the furniture that's in here into storage and then we can put all your furniture in here so that you can have a room of your own."

She looked up at me, hurt, "I don't want a room of my own."

I did not understand how I'd offended her, but she needed a place for her things and a place she could go if we got into a fight or if she needed to be alone. A space where she could be in charge of herself – to play all her games, watch her shows, and read her books and comics – is important. There needed to be a place in my house that she could feel was hers.

"Cuteness, 'a woman must have money and a room of her own[.]'"

"I don't want one."

"'A woman must have money and a room of her own[.]'" I frowned and repeated the famous Woolf quote, near to gospel to me.

"Baby, that's silly." She looked so mad, but mad on her looks cute. Her face scrunched up and she sort of did a little hopping motion from one foot to the other. She was literally hopping mad, but she was also wearing Batmen, Supermen, Green Lanterns, Wonder Women, and other cartoon characters I didn't recognize on her clothes and making the cutest little snorting sounds.

Sometimes it's hard to take her as seriously as I should, but this was the closest we've ever come to a fight and I should have recognized that she was honestly upset.

"Have you not read 'A Room of One's Own' yet, Sweetheart?"

"No." Nothing about her body language changed.

"Okay. You need to read it while you're off next week. A woman needs some level of independence and I'm taking a lot of your independence away."

"I don't want to be independent. I want to sleep with you." She actually switched from a hop to a stamp at that point.

She thought I meant for her to stay in her room while I stayed in mine. I carefully enfolded her in a tight hug to hide my amusement at her misunderstanding and kept myself from laughing and making her feel bad.

"Kitten, you're sleeping with me, in my bed, every day. Even if I have to drag you in there caveman-style, I want you with me." I gave her pretty blonde hair a little tug to emphasize the point. "This is just a room for you do your hobbies and be on your own when you feel like it. Think of it like a Geek Cave for you, okay?"

"Okay, Baby." I released her and she glared at the soon-to-be converted room like she didn't trust it yet, "Time to go to work?"

"Yes, Beautiful." I walked her to my Jaguar let her in.

My hand rested on her thigh as I drove to the coffee shop and picked up our morning order, then let my Chai Tea Latte get cold so I could keep mildly caressing her upper leg while she sipped her cocoa. I prefer to drive stick when alone for the more satisfying feeling behind the wheel. But I chose my automatic because I like to feel that warmth under my palm from a pretty girl. Especially my pretty girl.