Chapter 250. The Troubling Goth Girl. (5/6)
Despite being bashful, I sensed she was still eager. Curious to know what I’d make her feel next. The way she wasn’t pushing my head back with her left hand, and instead, holding it in place, was more than enough evidence of that.
Seeing the bare skin on the back of her thighs I kissed them. Her grip on my hair intensified. My right hand middle finger slid down her back across her spine over her skirt as it drew a line up her thighs. When I squeezed down on her exquisite hot fleshy thigh with my right hand, I felt a springy tensile force filling the gaps between my fingers.
While kissing the back of her thighs and working my way down toward the bed, my right hand slipped between her thighs from the side I was facing with my palm on her left thigh. My left hand squeezed its way between both her thighs from around the other side and hooked onto her right thigh.
When I arrived at my final destination, I applied a bit of force with both hands to pry open her legs. A gap, just wide enough to fit my head in, formed. With the path open, I made haste and went in for the kill.
My tongue pulled the fabric that obstructed the savory slit between her legs to one side and slipped inside.
As soon as her most sensitive region was penetrated, her thighs clamped down full force and squeezed my cheeks. Her left hand pulled my head toward her as she bit the thumb on her right hand, letting a heavenly moan leak out in the process. Her head was tilted to the right with her eyes shut tight.
“RannnnNNN~ right there~”
I sucked in her clitoris and let my tongue flick it. Alicia’s body was jerking every time my tongue came into contact with it.
She was tingling all over as electric-like shocks assaulted her body in waves. My tongue slipped back inside her inner labia and stimulated her inner walls.
Her muscles squeezed away at my tongue. Kissing her lower lips with care, my tongue moved about wildly and stirred her up. My left hand positioned atop her groin I massaged it with my fingertips. My right hand busied itself stroking the side of her left thigh with care.
A woman’s skin was much more sensitive to touch than most men realized. That was especially the case when her body was tingling all over. If you multitasked and stimulated those sensitive external regions while simultaneously attacking her internally, it wouldn’t take long before she reached her peak.
Inexperienced guys would mindlessly think as long as they stuck it inside they’d make her feel good. But it was the subtle little acts, where you cared for every part of her that derived the most pleasure in a woman. If she felt loved, the act with her partner felt even better. It was the brain at work. Aside from physical intimacy, emotional intimacy also existed.
For a girl like Alicia, emotional intimacy played a much larger role in how she felt during this sort of activity. I made this assessment based on her personality. Emotional intimacy played a stronger role for her compared to Rosa who leaned more toward physical intimacy. Rosa was fiery and passionate while Alicia was much more conservative.
Every girl was different and required different amounts of these forms of intimacy. Irene was the type who required equal amounts of both.
After attending to Alicia for a few more minutes she reached her limit. I looked up at her, but right as I did. Her right hand pulled her skirt over my head while she kept my head glued to her with her left hand. Her body trembled and convulsed violently. Her legs over my shoulders crossed behind me and her toes dug into my back.
My cheeks were being squeezed every time her muscles contracted. I felt the muscles inside her vivaciously spasm. Her body erupted in delightful cycles of euphoria. She was too embarrassed to let me see her face relishing in that climactic moment so she’d used her skirt to obstruct my view. I didn’t mind though.
When her body ceased movements the pressure on my cheeks relaxed as her legs laid limp, exhausted, over my shoulders. When I climbed over her body and examined her condition, she remained unmoving devoid of all strength.
Her eyes were closed, her expression was peaceful, at ease. She relished in that sense of post-orgasmic relief.
“How was it?” I asked her curiously.
“Huh?” She cracked open her dreamy eyes when I broke the silence in the room.
Her left hand was still entangled in my hair even now. She hadn’t released it sense despite her body’s current condition. It was mainly because it was being held by my hair which she’d curled around her fingers.
I grabbed her left hand with my right hand, removed it from my hair, and interlocked our fingers together. I rested her hand down on the bed to her side and asked again, “How was it? You looked pretty tired.”
“Uh… it’s a bit scary how good it felt. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before.”
“Oh? Even when compared to the time Rosa did it with her hands in the hot tub?”
“Yea- wait! You knew about that!”
I nodded.
Her face flushed redder than ever as she closed her eyes from shame and responded, “This is too embarrassing...”
“It’s not a big deal. You’ve come to love Rosa in a romantic sense as well, haven’t you?”
“Mmm.” With a feeble nod, she affirmed to me how she felt toward Rosa.
“She holds those sorts of feelings toward you too. Meanwhile, you both feel the same way about me. If that sort of thing happens between the two of you, it’s not really anything to be ashamed of or embarrassed by. But just because the feelings are mutual doesn’t mean we can’t have alone time together with just the two of us. You can be a bit selfish and want it to be just two instead of three all the time, Rosa acts in such a manner as well.”
“There are some things you’ll only experience with two people, just as there are certain things you’ll only be able to experience with more than that. Though there are also things you’ll only get to experience when you’re alone. Such as the sense of happiness one might feel when watching over the love shared between two people you care about from a distance.”
“I’m sure you’ve felt that sort of happiness when watching Rosa and me. But I’m also sure, whether you’d like to admit it or not, that you’ve also felt a sense of envy at times. Wanting to spend some alone time together with the person you like. You experienced those sorts of feelings at the school dance, didn’t you? In a way, you could even say it turned out to be a good experience for you.”
“You’re always acting like you're the older one teaching me… it’s not fair.” She pouted as she voiced her complaint.
“Life isn’t fair.”
“Yeah. Yeah. It’s not fair at all. I really wanted to dance to more songs with you at the school dance, not just slow songs, regular songs too. Why did I have to be so bothered by everything? Now I have to wait until the Halloween dance eight months away. Oh well, I guess when that time comes, you can wear a mask and nobody will know your identity. Valentine’s Day makes it impossible to dance with you because of our situation.”
“You’re already planning for eight months down the line?”
“Of course. But I don’t want to hear that from the guy who planned for eight years.”
“Haha… right.”
“By the way… Ran… uh… are you fine with not relieving that problem of yours?”
Her eyes drifted down and stopped on the bulge in my pants.
“You don’t need to worry about that. It’ll go down on its own.”
“But you got that way because of me… I should at least... help you with it.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I want to.”
“You want to?”
She looked back up into my eyes and explained, “I mean… you made me feel so good… isn’t it natural… to want to return the favor and make my boyfriend also feel good?”
“You look pretty exhausted though. You should just take it easy and go to sleep.”
“I won’t be able to sleep. I’ll feel guilty.”
“Why are you being so stubborn?”
“I… just want the guy I love... to feel good… am I… not allowed to make that selfish request?” She asked insecurely.
When asked that in such a manner, I found it hard to deny her request.
“I get it… but what do you propose?”
“Despite wanting to… my hands aren’t listening.”
“Well, you’ve just had another long week of work, school, and studying. After your experience just now, you’re as good as done for the day, aren’t you?”
She had a look of struggle on her face. She obviously wanted to, but she was that tired. I didn’t need to do anything much for school, all I really had to worry about was work so things were much easier for me these days. But that wasn’t the same for Alicia. Right now, after almost two months, her body was starting to experience the fatigue I used to constantly endure. She even had things worse than I had as she had a social life to deal with to top everything off.
I’d done this tonight, in part, to help alleviate some of her pent-up stress. This sort of act just happened to be a good way to help her relax and recuperate. I never actually intended to have her do this sort of thing for me.
“Wait, I’ve got it. Even if I can’t do it myself… can’t you use these?”
Her gaze lowered to her breasts.
“Huh? Wait… you mean…”
I looked down at the two fully exposed bountiful protrusions from her chest.
“Yeah… guys… like ogling… isn’t that because… they can use them?”
Alicia’s were definitely more than capable of being used the way she suggested.
“I mean… you’re not wrong.”
“Then use them however you want.”
“You’re sure about this?”
“Yeah.”
“Then…”
Chapter 250. The Troubling Goth Girl. (5/6)
Despite being bashful, I sensed she was still eager. Curious to know what I’d make her feel next. The way she wasn’t pushing my head back with her left hand, and instead, holding it in place, was more than enough evidence of that.
Seeing the bare skin on the back of her thighs I kissed them. Her grip on my hair intensified. My right hand middle finger slid down her back across her spine over her skirt as it drew a line up her thighs. When I squeezed down on her exquisite hot fleshy thigh with my right hand, I felt a springy tensile force filling the gaps between my fingers.
While kissing the back of her thighs and working my way down toward the bed, my right hand slipped between her thighs from the side I was facing with my palm on her left thigh. My left hand squeezed its way between both her thighs from around the other side and hooked onto her right thigh.
When I arrived at my final destination, I applied a bit of force with both hands to pry open her legs. A gap, just wide enough to fit my head in, formed. With the path open, I made haste and went in for the kill.
My tongue pulled the fabric that obstructed the savory slit between her legs to one side and slipped inside.
As soon as her most sensitive region was penetrated, her thighs clamped down full force and squeezed my cheeks. Her left hand pulled my head toward her as she bit the thumb on her right hand, letting a heavenly moan leak out in the process. Her head was tilted to the right with her eyes shut tight.
“RannnnNNN~ right there~”
I sucked in her clitoris and let my tongue flick it. Alicia’s body was jerking every time my tongue came into contact with it.
She was tingling all over as electric-like shocks assaulted her body in waves. My tongue slipped back inside her inner labia and stimulated her inner walls.
Her muscles squeezed away at my tongue. Kissing her lower lips with care, my tongue moved about wildly and stirred her up. My left hand positioned atop her groin I massaged it with my fingertips. My right hand busied itself stroking the side of her left thigh with care.
A woman’s skin was much more sensitive to touch than most men realized. That was especially the case when her body was tingling all over. If you multitasked and stimulated those sensitive external regions while simultaneously attacking her internally, it wouldn’t take long before she reached her peak.
Inexperienced guys would mindlessly think as long as they stuck it inside they’d make her feel good. But it was the subtle little acts, where you cared for every part of her that derived the most pleasure in a woman. If she felt loved, the act with her partner felt even better. It was the brain at work. Aside from physical intimacy, emotional intimacy also existed.
For a girl like Alicia, emotional intimacy played a much larger role in how she felt during this sort of activity. I made this assessment based on her personality. Emotional intimacy played a stronger role for her compared to Rosa who leaned more toward physical intimacy. Rosa was fiery and passionate while Alicia was much more conservative.
Every girl was different and required different amounts of these forms of intimacy. Irene was the type who required equal amounts of both.
After attending to Alicia for a few more minutes she reached her limit. I looked up at her, but right as I did. Her right hand pulled her skirt over my head while she kept my head glued to her with her left hand. Her body trembled and convulsed violently. Her legs over my shoulders crossed behind me and her toes dug into my back.
My cheeks were being squeezed every time her muscles contracted. I felt the muscles inside her vivaciously spasm. Her body erupted in delightful cycles of euphoria. She was too embarrassed to let me see her face relishing in that climactic moment so she’d used her skirt to obstruct my view. I didn’t mind though.
When her body ceased movements the pressure on my cheeks relaxed as her legs laid limp, exhausted, over my shoulders. When I climbed over her body and examined her condition, she remained unmoving devoid of all strength.
Her eyes were closed, her expression was peaceful, at ease. She relished in that sense of post-orgasmic relief.
“How was it?” I asked her curiously.
“Huh?” She cracked open her dreamy eyes when I broke the silence in the room.
Her left hand was still entangled in my hair even now. She hadn’t released it sense despite her body’s current condition. It was mainly because it was being held by my hair which she’d curled around her fingers.
I grabbed her left hand with my right hand, removed it from my hair, and interlocked our fingers together. I rested her hand down on the bed to her side and asked again, “How was it? You looked pretty tired.”
“Uh… it’s a bit scary how good it felt. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before.”
“Oh? Even when compared to the time Rosa did it with her hands in the hot tub?”
“Yea- wait! You knew about that!”
I nodded.
Her face flushed redder than ever as she closed her eyes from shame and responded, “This is too embarrassing...”
“It’s not a big deal. You’ve come to love Rosa in a romantic sense as well, haven’t you?”
“Mmm.” With a feeble nod, she affirmed to me how she felt toward Rosa.
“She holds those sorts of feelings toward you too. Meanwhile, you both feel the same way about me. If that sort of thing happens between the two of you, it’s not really anything to be ashamed of or embarrassed by. But just because the feelings are mutual doesn’t mean we can’t have alone time together with just the two of us. You can be a bit selfish and want it to be just two instead of three all the time, Rosa acts in such a manner as well.”
“There are some things you’ll only experience with two people, just as there are certain things you’ll only be able to experience with more than that. Though there are also things you’ll only get to experience when you’re alone. Such as the sense of happiness one might feel when watching over the love shared between two people you care about from a distance.”
“I’m sure you’ve felt that sort of happiness when watching Rosa and me. But I’m also sure, whether you’d like to admit it or not, that you’ve also felt a sense of envy at times. Wanting to spend some alone time together with the person you like. You experienced those sorts of feelings at the school dance, didn’t you? In a way, you could even say it turned out to be a good experience for you.”
“You’re always acting like you're the older one teaching me… it’s not fair.” She pouted as she voiced her complaint.
“Life isn’t fair.”
“Yeah. Yeah. It’s not fair at all. I really wanted to dance to more songs with you at the school dance, not just slow songs, regular songs too. Why did I have to be so bothered by everything? Now I have to wait until the Halloween dance eight months away. Oh well, I guess when that time comes, you can wear a mask and nobody will know your identity. Valentine’s Day makes it impossible to dance with you because of our situation.”
“You’re already planning for eight months down the line?”
“Of course. But I don’t want to hear that from the guy who planned for eight years.”
“Haha… right.”
“By the way… Ran… uh… are you fine with not relieving that problem of yours?”
Her eyes drifted down and stopped on the bulge in my pants.
“You don’t need to worry about that. It’ll go down on its own.”
“But you got that way because of me… I should at least... help you with it.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I want to.”
“You want to?”
She looked back up into my eyes and explained, “I mean… you made me feel so good… isn’t it natural… to want to return the favor and make my boyfriend also feel good?”
“You look pretty exhausted though. You should just take it easy and go to sleep.”
“I won’t be able to sleep. I’ll feel guilty.”
“Why are you being so stubborn?”
“I… just want the guy I love... to feel good… am I… not allowed to make that selfish request?” She asked insecurely.
When asked that in such a manner, I found it hard to deny her request.
“I get it… but what do you propose?”
“Despite wanting to… my hands aren’t listening.”
“Well, you’ve just had another long week of work, school, and studying. After your experience just now, you’re as good as done for the day, aren’t you?”
She had a look of struggle on her face. She obviously wanted to, but she was that tired. I didn’t need to do anything much for school, all I really had to worry about was work so things were much easier for me these days. But that wasn’t the same for Alicia. Right now, after almost two months, her body was starting to experience the fatigue I used to constantly endure. She even had things worse than I had as she had a social life to deal with to top everything off.
I’d done this tonight, in part, to help alleviate some of her pent-up stress. This sort of act just happened to be a good way to help her relax and recuperate. I never actually intended to have her do this sort of thing for me.
“Wait, I’ve got it. Even if I can’t do it myself… can’t you use these?”
Her gaze lowered to her breasts.
“Huh? Wait… you mean…”
I looked down at the two fully exposed bountiful protrusions from her chest.
“Yeah… guys… like ogling… isn’t that because… they can use them?”
Alicia’s were definitely more than capable of being used the way she suggested.
“I mean… you’re not wrong.”
“Then use them however you want.”
“You’re sure about this?”
“Yeah.”
“Then…”
