WARNING: 5.4k words. Entry for contest based on image 12.
I was lucky to arrive last at The Swan, Sarah’s local bar. She knew I was in town for business and had meetings to attend. A promise was still a promise, though, and I made sure to get out of the last one of the day without too much overtime. It was Sarah’s thirty-fifth birthday. A big deal to her. She had been overjoyed to hear I was in town, coincidentally. We didn’t see each other often enough, but our friendship was as strong as ever.
I’ve never liked social situations where I didn’t already know most of the people there. I desperatlt need people to anchor me at parties. Here, I just knew Sarah, and she would surely be occupied most of the night. It was her birthday, after all. I had asked who else would be there. Childhood friends and people from work, mainly. I had met some of these people before, but I honestly couldn’t remember very much about them. I doubted it would be any different the other way around.
Looking back, arriving late was a godsend, as the circumstances forced me to take the only empty chair at Sarah’s table, after wishing the birthday girl congratulations. She was right opposite me, already sipping on a beer. Ciara. If someone had told me she was the result of someone downloading the contents of my brain and then ‘Weird Science’-ing my ideal woman to life, I would have believed it. The parallel strands of deep black hair casually dangling down her forehead framed her tanned, narrow face beautifully. I regretted not stopping by my hotel room to change into something other than the white button-up shirt I had worn all day. At least it was a good fit.
‘Hiya, I’m Ciara. I’m in Sarah’s book club. Who are you?’
I was sad to hear her stop talking. It took multiple seconds for the fact that she had asked me a question to register.
‘Ah. I’m Josh. We went to college together. I just happened to be in town, luckily.’
I sat down opposite her. People to my left and right were engrossed in their own conversations. Good.
Ciara twirled one of the rogue strands with her finger.
‘You must have a couple of interesting stories about her? Don’t you?’
Her dark eyes once again delayed my answer.
‘I sure do, but the juiciest ones are under strict NDA, I fear.’
‘Hmm,’ she pouted. ‘Too bad. You said you weren’t from here?’
‘That’s right. I’m from Wakefield.’
This is when Ciara proved she could get even more hypnotizing to look at.
‘No way! Me too. I drove down yesterday to catch a show, figured I’d stay for Sarah. Why are you here?’
‘Business. Small world, huh.’
‘The Lord works in mysterious ways.’
She leaned forward. I tried not to look down her blouse. I was still a man, however, and big tits will always be big tits. She didn’t notice or at least pretended not to.
‘So, you too don’t know anyone here?’ she continued.
‘Nope. Just Sarah. And now you, I guess.’
‘Same here, more or less.’ She lowered her voice. ‘I talked to Brad a bit, before you arrived, and he mentioned his deadlift PB withing five minutes.’
‘Yikes.’
‘Yeah. So, thanks for rescuing me.’
I was surprised at how easy talking to her was.
‘My deadlift PB is two hundred and ten pounds, by the way.’
Ciara laughed. A high I would be chasing all evening.
‘You know? I couldn’t even tell you whether that’s a realistic number or not.’
We made eye contact. It lasted longer than I would otherwise be comfortable with. I still felt like I broke it too soon.
‘So, what do you do for fun?’ I filled the gap. ‘Aside from the online book club?’
‘I’ve recently tried to get into cosplay, but it’s all a bit intimidating.’
‘Intimidating? How?’
‘I like sewing and being creative, it’s the public aspect of it all that kind of scares me. Putting yourself out there, building an online presence and, God forbid, going to cons. I’m not ready to put myself out there.’
‘I understand,’ I replied. ‘Bet you look good in pictures, though. I’d follow your instagram in an instant.’
She smiled again.
‘Why is that?’
The honest answer here would be that I thought she was sexy as hell.
‘You just have a very relaxed vibe,’ I said, omitting the truth.
I noticed a miniscule frown.
‘And a great smile,’ I corrected my mistake. ‘So, what is your current project?’
‘Do you know Baldur’s Gate?’
I leant in closer.
‘Is it that obvious that I’m a nerd?’
She laughed again.
‘Very obvious,’ she shook her head. ‘I’m working on a Shadowheart cosplay.’
‘I can see the resemblance. Your boyfriend must be happy about that.’
I was very well aware that this was a lame thing to say, for multiple reasons. I just had to find out.
Ciara blushed.
‘I don’t have a boyfriend, actually, currently, at the moment. I’m single. That’s what you wanted to know, right?’
Caught. I was afraid I was messing it up.
‘I’m single too,’ I ignored her question. ‘Actually, currently, at the moment.’
She punched my shoulder, softly.
‘So, you? Hobbies?’
I considered what I’d say. From experience, I knew some of my interests weren’t attractive.
‘I collect comic books,’ I decided to be honest.
‘I’ve never really gotten into them,’ she admitted.
Damn.
‘I was more into fantasy books when I was younger. Collecting them is cool though. What are we talking about here? Big bucks stuff? Rare editions?’
Her left index finger hadn’t left her hair in at least five minutes.
‘A couple. I try not to think about what I’ve spent on it.’
Ciara chuckled.
‘I get that. It’s not as fun if you do.’
We talked about our jobs, about the fun places there were in Wakefield and how weird it was that we’d never ran into each other at our, apparently shared, favourite bar. After a while, Sarah came to chat to us.
‘Oh, I’m glad you two found each other,’ she said. ‘I was worried you’d both feel left out.’
She grabbed a chair and joined us. I cursed her interruption internally.
‘Well, things turned out well,’ Ciara replied. I nodded in agreement.
‘I should have really introduced you two beforehand, especially since you live in the same town.’
I noticed Ciara’s eyes dart from Sarah to me and back.
‘It’s okay,’ I said. ‘We found each other anyway.’
Ciara stood up.
‘Excuse me for a moment.’
She left for the toilets. Her jeans were glorious. Sarah turned to me.
‘You better not stare at my ass like that when I’m walking away from you.’
‘Yours isn’t as nice,’ I fired back.
‘I guess,’ Sarah laughed. ‘I don’t think Ciara would mind anyway.’
‘What?’
‘She digs you.’
I tried to hide how hard this knowledge hit me.
‘And you’ve come to that conclusion after like ten seconds?’
‘I’ve been keeping an eye on you. Just letting you know you can safely shoot your shot. You’re exactly her type. Tall, dark hair, descent shape, nerd.’
‘Thanks for the compliment, I guess?’
‘She’s not one for simple hook-ups, though. Keep that in mind. I don’t want you to hurt her.’
I sat upright in my chair.
‘When have I ever hurt a girl?’
‘Fair enough.’
Sarah had to quickly change the subject as Ciara had reemerged.
‘So yeah, work’s been hectic,’ she concluded a conversation that never took place. Ciara sat back down again. She had opened up her blouse one button further, I was sure. If Sarah hadn’t already told me, I surely would have know the attraction was mutual by now. Sarah’s warning rang in my head.
‘You guys want anything else to drink?’ I offered.
‘Just a pint,’ Sarah said.
‘Me too,’ Ciara followed.
‘Maybe a snack too? For the table I’ll front you the money if you bring back some nacho’s or something,’ Sarah offered.
I agreed to bring them. Sarah gave me some money.
‘You won’t be able to carry all that,’ Ciara said. ‘I’ll help you.’
We both got up and made our way to the bar, where I put in the order.
‘So, you and Sarah?’ Ciara asked.
‘What about us?’
I felt like I was being tested.
‘You never … you know?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Come on. You’re both single and attractive. It’s not a weird question.’
‘We’re just friends,’ I answered truthfully. ‘We’re not each other’s type. What about you and Sarah? You’re also single and attractive.’
She punched my shoulder again.
‘We’re not each other’s type either.’
‘Then what is?’ I braved.
She chuckled and casually put a hand on my lower back. The touch spread waves of warmth through my entire body.
‘Not women.’
The bartender handed over the pints and the two plates of nachos. Ciara guided me back to the table, where our seats had been stolen. My period of grief didn’t last very long, as we found new seats next to each other instead. Ciara completely ignores the isolated empty chairs. I placed the nachos on the table and sat down.
We talked more. We discussed a mutual love for Indian food and shared stories about Sarah, although I kept the raciest ones to myself. Halfway through telling the story of that time Sarah had stolen a goat, Ciara’s hand had found my thigh. Above the table, she acted like nothing had changed. I wanted the evening to last longer, but friends of Sarah’s started leaving in groups. We stayed until the last batch but lost the pretence to linger when Sarah herself announced she would be leaving.
‘So, where are you staying?’ I asked.
‘I rented an Airbnb up north. It’s pretty big.’
She had put on a coat, but kept it unzipped, still testing my restraint.
‘Cool,’ I said. Like an idiot.
‘Why do you ask?’
I put a hand on my neck.
‘Oh. I thought … maybe we could share an Uber.’
‘Ah. Like that,’ she replied as she turned away from me.
There was a silence.
‘It was nice to meet you,’ she continued.
‘Yeah. It was nice to meet you too.’
I wanted to say more but didn’t want to scare her. Everything until now had felt so natural. I would have hated to have come across as needy. A car pulled in. The window was rolled down.
‘Ciara?’ a voice said from inside the vehicle.
‘Yes.’
She grabbed the back door, before turning to me.
‘Bye, I guess.’
Another silence. Why didn’t I say literally anything else?
‘Bye.’
I was an idiot.
I kicked myself for days after. I shouldn’t have tried to sleep with her that very night. Sarah had told me why that would have been a bad idea. I could have at the very least, asked for her number. Why hadn’t I? Replaying the memory in my head was like watching a Youtube Short of someone slipping and falling. A fumble of galactic proportions. The day after I had met her, she haunted my thoughts. Every dark-haired woman, even some men, were her. I kept imagining running into her by accident and getting another shot at asking her out. It didn’t happen. The obsession didn’t fade away once I got back to Wakefield. In fact, it only grew worse. Where was she? I considered asking Sarah for her number, but that seemed like an intrusion. I wouldn’t want Sarah to be giving out my number to people I had only met once and who hadn’t even bothered to ask for it herself. Maybe she was angry I didn’t make a move? Or maybe she thought I wasn’t attracted to her?
There was no evolution in the case until the next weekend, when Sarah texted me out of the blue.
Sarah: ‘You FUCKING idiot.’
Josh: ‘What did I do this time?’
Sarah: ‘It’s about what you didn’t do. I just found out you’ve had no contact with Ciara since the bar?’
Josh: ‘Who told you that?’
Sarah: ‘Ciara did. I had to pry the information out of her. For fucks sake. I thought you’d be married with two kids by now, way you two were acting.’
Josh: ‘It’s only been a week, Sarah.’
Sarah: ‘A week in which you did fuck all. You loser.’
Josh: ‘Alright it was stupid. What do you propose?’
Sarah simply answered with a phone number.
Josh: ‘Instructions are clear.’
It took me another day to draft a reply, and even then, I wasn’t particularly proud of what I managed to produce.
Josh: ‘Hey, it’s Josh. From the party. Sarah gave me your number.’
The reply came within two minutes.
Ciara: ‘She told me. Was she mad at you too?’
Josh: ‘Furious. I thought it was just me she had beef with.’
Ciara: ‘She called me a cow. Twice.’
Josh: ‘She has a point though. I should have asked your number last week.’
Her reply took a bit longer.
Ciara: ‘What do you need my number for, anyway? 😉’
I couldn’t chicken out. Not again.
Josh: ‘I want to take you to Tanvi’s, when you’re in town.’
Ciara: ‘A date?’
Josh: ‘Of course. Thursday?’
Ciara: ‘Thursday is great.’
We arranged when to meet and I made the reservation. The days leading up to the date tested my self-control. I did my absolute best not to text her at all. I did not want to seem desperate. I was happy to find that I wasn’t the only one thinking about it. On Wednesday, at half past ten in the evening, a message by Ciara arrived.
Ciara: ‘Been looking forward to tomorrow. Can’t wait.’
I felt my heartrate increase already.
Josh: ‘Cute. Me too. See you there!’
I arrived early, as I often did, and took a seat at the table. It had been a while since I had simultaneously been this nervous and this confident about something. I nearly stood up from my seat to wave when Ciara walked in. She instantly spotted me anyway. I watched her take of her jacket at give it to a waiter. She was wearing an incredibly low-cut red top, barely containing her bosom and well-fitting black trousers that accentuated her wide hips beautifully. She must have noticed my gaping mouth at the time.
‘Sarah convinced me to wear this,’ she explained her top. ‘I feel like a bimbo.’
‘I don’t mind’ I grinned.
‘I’m sure you don’t.’ She smiled back at me. ‘Did Sarah tell you to wear that shirt?’
I had thought about it for way too long but had ultimately put on a light blue shirt and paired it with trousers that were maybe a bit too tight. I knew what my assets were but still felt a bit ashamed of how shameless it was.
‘No, she doesn’t grace me with fashion advice, unfortunately.’
She looked me up and down.
‘Well, it looks good on you anyway. Good fit. You know who did ask for my number?’
I couldn’t help but intensely study the way her lips moved.
‘No idea.’
‘Brad. Sarah told me. She didn’t give it to him, though.’
I laughed.
‘Can’t blame a guy for shooting his shot.’
Ciara smiled.
‘That’s right! Why aren’t you more like Brad?’
‘We really shouldn’t be dissing the guy. Neither of us know him, and he’s a friend of Sarah’s.’
Ciara shook her head.
‘Well, SHE didn’t give him my number.’
‘That’s true.’
We perused the menus.
‘You love paneer,’ I said. ‘If I remember correctly.’
She tilted her head.
‘Yup. You did. And you? Something spicy?’
‘Yes. I like a challenge, but I still need to taste something.’
I noticed myself slowly scooting to the edge of my chair.
‘You’re not just trying to impress me? You don’t need to.’
Her intonation betrayed a challenge.
‘I genuinely like spicy food? Is that unbelievable?’
We both made our decisions. I ordered wine for the table as well. While waiting for our meals, we were giving papadums and dips.
‘Any progress on your cosplay?’ I asked as I let her have the first dip.
‘Yes, in fact. I took some pictures.’
Ciara took out her phone and opened her photo album app before turning the phone to me. There she was, in a nearly finished Shadowheart cosplay. I was glad it wasn’t a heavily armoured outfit and instead the leather one. Her tits were begging for attention in that tight top.
‘You look great,’ I managed to say.
‘Hmm,’ she grinned. ‘And the cosplay?’
She didn’t seem to mind the compliment.
‘Ah yes. Of course. Looks just like in the game.’
She put her phone back in her pocket.
‘Thanks for showing me,’ I said.
‘No problem. You’re actually the first person I’ve shown. It’s not quite done yet, as you saw.’
I took another bite of my papadum.
‘What do you plan to do with it, once you finish it?’
Ciara rolled her eyes.
‘I don’t know. Maybe do a shoot? Post the pictures online? If I find the courage.’
‘I think that would be great.’
Our dishes arrived. The conversation flowed along dream vacation destinations, what we would do with a million pounds, a brief foray into politics, which revealed we had compatible world views, and pets before it got more serious.
‘So,’ Ciara dared, ‘Have you been single long?’
I blew air.
‘Quite a question for a first date,’ I replied.
She put a hand against her cheek.
‘I count this as our second.’
‘Still. About two years. Long term before that. Didn’t work out. What about you?’
She swallowed her food before replying.
‘Five years. It’s my fault though. I’m picky.’
This made sense to me. A woman who looked like her would have plenty of options.
‘You should be. I have quite the list of pet peeves myself.’
Ciara leaned over her now empty plate.
‘I’m intrigued.’
‘They’re not all rational, I know. I can’t stand smoking.’
She nodded.
‘Understandable.’
‘I also have a thing about women with horses.’
‘Oh no.’
My heart skipped a beat.
‘Oh, no?’
Her expression softened.
‘I have some pictures to hide when we’re going to my place,’ she laughed. ‘Just kidding. No horses.’
I scratched my neck.
‘We’re going to your place?’ I asked.
She blushed.
‘I didn’t mean it like that.’
‘I wouldn’t mind.’
‘Isn’t that a bit soon?’ she worried.
I desperately needed to salvage this.
‘I wouldn’t go back to someone’s place after a first date,’ I replied, ‘But a second date is an entirely different situation.
Ciara smiled broadly and nodded.
‘You’re right. I actually live nearby. Ten-minute walk.’
I couldn’t believe we ended up here already. There was just something about her that made this easy.
‘Let’s not tell Sarah,’ I suggested. ‘She’s already way too invested.’
‘Deal,’ Ciara smiled as she offered to shake my hand.
I took it.
‘Deal.’
I paid the bill and we left the restaurant. Ciara let me help her put on her jacket. The night was still far from over. On the way over, her fingers reached for my hand. I accepted it, but neither of us addressed it further. Ciara’s apartment was indeed exactly ten minutes away. She fumbled with the keys a little bit before leading me up the stairs.
‘You can just put your coat on the rack,’ she instructed me.
She too, took her coat off again. I tried to catch another look.
‘You don’t have to pretend not to look, you know. Just don’t forget to look at my face as well, every once in a while.’
‘Uh, yeah.’ I felt caught. ‘I’ll remember.’
‘I’ve taken note of your ass as well. Don’t worry. Neither of us are blind,’ she comforted me.
I was too stunned to speak.
‘You can take of your shoes as well.’
She led by example.
‘Coffee or tea?’
‘Coffee.’
‘Coming right up,’ she promised as she motioned for me to take a seat in her coach.
Her apartment had multiple well filled bookshelves and a bunch of plants. There were some signs of a cat as well but no pictures of horses. I heard all sorts of noises emerge from the kitchen before she returned with two mugs. She placed them on her coffee table and sat against me on the couch.
‘Where’s your cat?’ I asked while gesturing at the scratching pole.
She looked around the room.
‘Must be out. He disappears for hours, sometimes days, on end. You got any pets?’
I took a swig of coffee.
‘I had a golden retriever when I was a child. My landlord doesn’t allow pets. What’s your cat called?’
‘Rince.’
‘Like as in short for Rincewind?’ I asked.
‘YES!’ she jumped up in excitement and slapped my leg. ‘You know, way too few people understand the reference.’
‘Truly a shame.’
We both nodded. She stared straight into my soul. I let her study me.
‘You could cosplay too. Good jaw.’
Nobody had ever complimented my jaw before.
‘As what? Generic brown-haired male?’
She chuckled.
‘You’d make a decent Peter Parker, if you don’t mind a tight outfit.’
She stuck her tongue out.
‘This feels like a ploy,’ I fired back.
There was another silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
‘I’m terrible at this part,’ she mumbled.
This worried me.
‘What part?’
I looked at her. She leaned in and kissed me. She tasted like butter paneer. I tilted further towards her and placed a hand onto her stomach, caressing it softly.
She pulled back.
‘I’m not looking for a casual thing,’ she reminded herself.
‘Me neither,’ I replied.
She smiled and leaned back in. She rolled halfway on top of me, a hand on the side of my face. It felt like we had completely blown past a barrier. She was gentle yet unexpectedly taking charge of the situation. She soon moved from my lips to my neck.
‘Be careful’ I warned as she was sucking quite hard.
She pulled back, blushing.
‘I’m sorry. I’m getting carried away.’
‘Getting carried away sounds like a good idea.’
Her eyes were no more than an inch from mine.
‘You think that?’
Her question was sincere. I shared her hesitation. We were moving fast, but it felt right.
‘You’re so sexy.’
Her blush grew stronger.
‘More.’
‘More?’
She bit her lip.
‘Tell me what you like about me.’
‘I like your hair.’
She dove back to my neck. Ignoring my previous warning. Her kisses tickled.
‘And your eyes.’
I very carefully placed a hand on her bottom.
‘And your ass.’
I squeezed it. It was big and soft. Perfect.
‘And your tits.’
Ciara kissed me on the lips again. She was breathing heavily.
‘I love to get them sucked. My tits.’
My eyes opened wide.
‘Was that too much?’ she asked.
I kissed her.
‘I love that you say what you want.’
She got redder.
‘That’s because of you.’
I grew bolder.
‘Get your tits out.’
Ciara straddled my lap. She straightened herself out and pulled the red top over her head. Her bra disappeared soon after. They were massive. I couldn’t even begin to guess her size. Not that it mattered. Her areolae were pale and large. She supported them with her hands.
‘Wow,’ I blurted out.
I went towards her right tit, a deeply ingrained reflex, and took her small nipple in my mouth.
‘Mmm, that feels nice,’ she moaned.
I gave her other breast some attention as well.
‘Good job,’ she cooed. ‘Love a man who knows how to give me what I want.’
I licked her left nipple one last time before taking off my own shirt.
‘Someone goes to the gym,’ she said.
‘Yeah, I responded. Brad does.’
Ciara almost snorted, laughing. The sight of her tits bouncing in response was hypnotic.
‘I just run. Keeps me lean.’
‘Sure does,’ she commented as she traced my abs.
I cupped her heavy breasts. Her hands quickly wandered further down, to my crotch. I was getting there. She made eye contact again as she massaged my package.
‘We’re on the same page, right?’ I spoke softly.
‘Uh-huh,’ she nodded, biting her lip again.
‘I don’t usually move this fast,’ I tried to explain myself, ‘but this just feels …’
‘Comfortable,’ she completed my sentence. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve gotten fucked,’ she slipped out, causing her to cover her mouth and turn red.
I leaned into her ear.
‘Are we going to the bedroom or do you want to get filled on your couch?’ I whispered.
After the necessary seconds to adjust, she spoke up.
‘Bedroom,’ was all she said as she nodded and got up. She grabbed my hand and led me to her bed. She looked back at me.
‘I’m really not a sex-on-the-second-date kind of girl, I promise.’
‘You will be today,’ I promised.
She grinned like I hadn’t ever seen before.
‘You did leave me in anticipation for almost two weeks, to be honest.’
‘That’s right. You deserve some relief. We both do.’
Ciara pulled down her trousers and panties in one fell swoop. She was clean-shaven. Her lips formed a gorgeous mound.
‘You’re always well-groomed?’ I teased.
She shot daggers at me.
‘I swear I didn’t plan this. It was just in case.’
‘Sure.’
She let herself fall down on the bed.
‘Get naked and join me,’ she commanded, suddenly very stern.
I had to obey. She stared straight at my cock. I hadn’t shaved in advance. I would have if I had expected it.
‘I like a bit of hair,’ she mumbled.
I laid down. Ciara climbed on top of me and continued her trace of hickeys down my chest. I had my hand on my dick and was slowly stroking it as she did this. Reaching full erection, I slid a hand between Ciara’s legs. Normally, I would warm a girl up a bit more, but by her own admission she needed to get fucked and the placing of hickeys had apparently served as foreplay enough for her. She was soaking.
‘Get on your hands and knees.’
It was my turn to command her.
A weak ‘oh’ escaped her.
‘Unless you don’t like doggy.’
She responded by getting into the position. I took mine behind her and guided my tip to her drenched. entrance. I pushed it against her swolen lips with minimal force.
‘Please,’ she begged.
I traced her pussy, still refusing to slide in, even though there was nothing I wanted more.
‘You give it up really easy, don’t you?’ I teased her.
‘Takes two to tango,’ she snapped back. ‘Just do it.’
There was clear frustration in her voice. With one hand on her ass and one hand on my base, I slid in. Her warm walls welcomed me.
‘Slowly,’ she instructed.
I went for a few inches and almost pulled it back out.
‘Yes,’ was all she said.
She allowed me to go just a little bit deeper with every push. My nails were digging into her ass.
I released my shaft as I was now firmly inside of her. My newly free hand mirrored the other. Ciara was swaying back and forth, taking control of both pace and depth.
‘Mmmmmmmmmm.’
‘You look so good,’ I said as I watched her muscular back tighten.
‘Smack my ass,’ she growled.
This was an entirely new side of her. I was glad she showed it to me.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘Smack my fat ass!’ she almost yelled out. ‘Now! Hard!’
I did as I was told. The slap echoed around the room.
‘Don’t hold back,’ she urged.
I slapped again, this time leaving a red print. I felt Ciara’s pussy tighten around my rod in response. She didn’t ask for it, but I smacked her again, right in the middle of the red mark.
‘FUCK!’ she screamed out.
‘Did that hurt?’ I was concerned.
‘Yes,’ she moaned. ‘Do it again.’
I slapped her butt a fourth time. She cried out again, this time no words were involved. Her cunt spasmed again. At this time, I couldn’t contain myself. I lifted my body up slightly, so I could hammer down on her from an angle. The force pushed her on her stomach, my dick still inside of her.
‘Oh yes, yes yes,’ she moaned into her pillows.
I had no regards for anything anymore. I rammed my hips against her buttocks repeatedly, fucking her hard and deep. This couldn’t last forever, and I had to pull out. I didn’t want to climax just yet. There was plenty left to do. Ciara tried to roll onto her back, but I stopped her. Instead, I got down on my knees behind her, lifted her hips, and kissed her thigh from the inside. Ciara remained silent, except for her breathing, in anticipation. My tongue soon found her wetness. Her cunt was messy. I didn’t mind and lapped up her juices. Ciara moaned in approval. I gently pushed her hips to turn her around. And rotated myself too. I was facing her pussy from above while my cock dangled in her face. She didn’t hesitate and took me in her mouth. There was no teasing, no licking. She took it as deep as she seemingly could. I interpreted it as an instruction and gave her the same intensity in turn. I found her clit and stroked it with my tongue. I heard Ciara gag and moan on my dick. The vibrations travelled all the way up my spine. I paired my left index- and middle fingers and inserted them in her waiting hole. Her legs started shaking. Invariably a sign of good things to come. She was still pushing her self up onto my cock. The shaking got more erratic, and my dick was let loose.
‘Yes. I’m going to cum. Yes. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.’
The flow of words stopped, as well as the shaking. They were replaced by a sharp gasp and a whole-body tensing of her muscles.
Every orgasm feels like a victory to me.
I allowed her to catch her breath.
‘Wow,’ she concluded. ‘That deserves a reward.’
She positioned herself behind me. I was still recovering myself. Ciara swung one leg over mine, grabbed my throbbing dick, and stroked it like she owned it. The warmth of her body spread through mine as she jerked me off. Her grip was tight. I was already close and Ciara was going for gold.
‘Yes, babe. Yes, Ciara.’
She pushed her head against mine, looking down at my cock. I looked at her face.
‘You’re gorgeous,’ I exhaled.
‘Cum for me, precious. I want to see it.’
I tried to reply something meaningful, but al that came out was a strong of sounds.
I was getting louder. Ciara must not have liked this, as she put her free hand over my mouth.
‘Shhh.’
I didn’t know I liked being restrained until then. It actually worked very well for me. I kept moaning into her hand. Ciara added another hickey to her collection. Her strokes were short and abrupt. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I also couldn’t warn her about it. I erupted, all over myself.
‘Yum,’ Ciara said.
She grabbed some tissues from her bedside table and cleaned my torso. I underwent this in silence. When she was finished, she tossed the paper into the darkness and snuggled against me.
The period of near silence was pure bliss. I heard her breath and felt her heartbeat. What a woman!
‘You can stay over if you want,’ she broke the atmosphere.
There was nothing I wanted more.
‘Do you have an airbed?’ I asked.
She chuckled softly.
‘In my bed, silly.’
I nestled my body against hers.
‘Alright, on one condition.’
She put a hand on my chest.
‘Which is?’
‘I get to be the little spoon.’
She was quick to respond.
‘We’ll take turns.’
After an immeasurable amount of time, we got up from the bed. Ciara lent me a toothbrush and we got ready for bed. We were moving so quickly yet it felt like the perfect pace. In the morning, we made plans for our third date, two days later. Neither of us wanted to wait any longer. By the time Sarah found out, we already had toothbrushes in each other’s bathrooms. Of course, she took credit for the relationship existing in the first place, which wasn’t entirely unjustified. Over the course of the following months, I tried and failed to get Ciara into comics. Even my newly acquired spider-suit couldn’t tempt her. She met my parents, who loved her. I met hers, which didn’t go as smoothly. She taught me how to sew. I took the pictures for her cosplay-insta. Nachos and pints at The Swan became our anniversary tradition.
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