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Pete’s a little obsessed with the fact that girls can cum multiple times. In his thirty-something years of living, most girls have told him they’re just satisfied with one, but he knows if he could cum multiple times, he would totally use that to his advantage.
And, he’s tried asking guys that he’s been with if they could cum again, but they usually look at him like he was crazy. The only guy who’s ever even tried to cum for him more than once was Gabe, and that was only because they were both drunk. It definitely didn’t work, but he appreciated it.
A few girls have let him try to go down on them more than once, but they’re usually done with the first one. At least he hopes that’s what it meant.
Sometimes Pete has a little fantasy that he tries not to entertain the thought of in the back of his head, searching for its way to come out. And, he really wants it to become a reality. However, he’s older now, and most girls that he goes for are just happy that they get to cum once, which is absurd. And, he knows they’re probably just settling for that because that’s all most guys will give. Thankfully, he’s not most guys.
He really wants to tie a girl down and have his way with them. He wants to tie her wrists above her head, and have her legs spread far enough apart as to where he can keep her open and ready. Pete wants to use toys, and use his fingers and his tongue to make her scream and cum everywhere. If squirting wasn’t really a myth, he would make sure it happened. He wouldn’t even need to stick his dick in her to get pleasure, all he’d need is her moans to fill up the room.
Over the years, this fantasy has changed to have different girls—and one guy—in mind. But, he always comes back to one girl, the most unattainable girl he’s ever met. Sometimes he feels so close to her, but he knows she would never allow herself to even kiss him.
For years, they’ve cuddled up close to each other, they’ve held hands with each other, and although he hasn’t seen her naked, she’s most definitely seen him naked. Almost everyone has. He should be satisfied with that. And if that’s all she can give him, he should be so lucky to not ruin it.
But, damnit, he wants Trish in so many different ways. He wants her in bed, he wants her by his side for the rest of his life, he wants to steal kisses backstage. Right now, though, he wants her tied up to his bed frame, cumming around his fingers and on the vibrator he knows she takes with her on the bus. She thinks she’s quiet, but Pete knows that almost every guy has either seen or heard it.
Trish isn’t known for being the most sexual human being, but Pete knows how much she likes to cum. Once, he thinks he heard her cum three times in a row. It took him all his might to not climb in the bunk beneath him and watch her.
Sometimes he thinks of what she would look like naked. He’s jealous of Trish’s ex-girlfriend, who he knew got to see her without clothes on. And he’s upset that he has barely any clue what she looks like under her outfits. She wears too many layers and complains about her body. However, some selfish part of him is glad that she doesn’t know how beautiful she is, because he’s seen the way guys look at her and how they talk about her.
That’s another thought he’ll keep buried forever.
He wants her so bad it hurts. But so many years have passed, so it’s unlikely they will ever get together. When they let, she was this untouchable force, too perfect for Pete’s childishness. She was, and still is, perfect.
He hates thinking about her all the time. He thinks about her voice, her smile, the way she huddles close to him in crowded spaces. He’s tried for years to get away from her, to stop thinking about her, but she’s pulling him along, somehow keeping him around even after she became famous. He always wonders why she never kicked him out of the band. He was clearly the worst, and Joe could write just as good—nicer—lyrics.
Years after meeting, it’s still hard to admit to himself that he’s in love with her, and now it’s even harder to admit that he wants to tie her down, let her feel pleasure he knows no one’s even tried to give her.
And, as he sits on his couch in his crappy apartment in Chicago he rarely visits after becoming rich, he wonders how he allowed this to happen. It’s midday and Trish is coming over later, and all he can think about is how she’s the only one for him. She’s it for him, even after being married and having kids of his own. Even his ex wife knew he thought about Trish like this.
He groans into his hands, turning off the TV that had some cartoon on from his childhood playing. Even that couldn’t cheer him up. After all these years, lovesickness never got better. She’s it, and he doesn’t know what to do.
An hour passes of him groaning into his palms and questioning whether to shower or not. He knows he should, but Trish rings the doorbell before he could even think about getting up.
When they were in their early twenties, Trish would’ve just barged in, yelling about some paparazzi trying to ask her questions about her personal life. Now, they were adults and manners became a thing—for the most part.
He gets up from the couch that has seen better days and opens the door. Although he doesn’t feel like smiling, it’s impossible not to notice when he sees her standing there with two coffees in hand and a headband in her hair instead of a hat. She’s just recently gotten bangs, and she’s not as blonde as she used to be, but she’s cute. Always cute.
“Hey, Trish.” His broken heart softens when she quirks a soft smile at him.
“I brought coffee.” God , he’s so in love. “But, I got myself hot chocolate instead.” He doesn’t know how it’s possible for her to still be cute after this many years, but she somehow is.
He takes the coffee, thanking her and welcoming her in. “I haven’t been doing much today, so I hope I don’t bore you.” He hates sounding so formal, but they rarely see each other anymore and he feels like he has to.
“Boring’s fine. We can just talk,” she assured him. “I like talking.”
He gives a light laugh. “No. You don’t.” He smirks.
Rolling her eyes playfully. “Well, I guess you don’t know me much anymore.”
That hurts, but he doesn’t let it show. He leads them over to the couch, and it’s a lot smaller than it used to feel. They’ve both grown up physically—he’s seen the crows feet near his eyes—but it feels like their hearts are taking up all the space, forcing them farther apart. He wants to cuddle up close to her, force her under his arm like he used to do when he was intoxicated and when she was just too young for alcohol. But, she’s unreachable, always untouchable.
They stare at each other for a few moments before he throws his feet on the couch with him, curling up so he can let her take up as much space as she needs to. In the moments of silence, he notices her physical changes. Her yellow dress was tighter on her than it was a few years ago, and instead of covering her arms with a jacket, she had on an adorable cardigan. He wishes he had his phone just so he can take a picture. Her hips and stomach seemed wider, and she was just so much of a woman that it’s no wonder Pete never had a chance. Her thighs were covered by her dress and tights. It was summer and she still had tights on and a cardigan. He just had to smile at that. Her hair was shorter and her cheeks were rounder, but the sparkle in her eye was back.
It went away for a while, but now that it’s back, he’s glad he gets to witness it.
“So, um, how’s everything been?” she asks, and he almost forgot to speak because he was still gazing into her eyes.
He snaps out of it, though. “Oh, I guess it's fine. Nothing much has been happening. The kids are fine.”
“Well, are you fine?” she clarifies.
He sighs, not knowing how to answer. He guesses everything’s fine, but there’s the most beautiful woman sitting in front of him and he can’t even touch her. “I guess.” She doesn’t seem to know what to say to that either, so he speaks. “How have you been?”
Her smile falters. “Okay.”
“Just okay?”
She closes her eyes to take a deep breath, and he can tell something’s not so great. He hasn’t even seen her online, so he knows nothing about her life now. “I’m okay now.”
He senses something. “ But?” he presses.
“ But I dated this guy who wasn’t the greatest.”
His eyes go wide. Wondering how anyone could treat her wrong, he was about to find this guy and kill him.
Basically reading his mind, she says, “Don’t kill him yet, Pete. He was really good in the beginning and a good first boyfriend.” He hates that he couldn’t be her first. “But, I, um—“ she blushes “—the sex was awful.”
Years ago, he would’ve laughed at that, but he doesn’t know how he couldn’t get angry at that. Because, if he hurt her, he doesn’t think he could just let this guy live. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing.
Her eyes go wide. “No, no. Nothing like that.” He relaxes a little bit. “But, I don’t think I came once.”
“Was he just horrible or just hideous?” he asks, and her face goes so pale. Now, he laughs. “What? Was he scared of pussy or something?”
“God, Pete,” she says, annoyed and crossing her arms. She huffs before speaking again softly. “No, um, I just don’t think he found me all that attractive.”
He moves in closer, crossing the unspoken barrier between to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she takes it as a way to rest her head on his shoulder. However, he doesn’t allow his heart to beat out of his chest, because he needs to help his best friend. “No way that’s true.”
She stuttered out a broken laugh. “Of course it is. I was in my thirties before I even had a boyfriend. You know what those guys would say behind my back during tours.”
His face scrunches up, because all he heard was guys talk about how cute she was and how nice her ass was. He didn’t want to say anything at the time, but he definitely agreed, and he agrees now. “What do you mean? The guys all loved you.”
“That’s not even close to true. The whole reason people ever listened to us is because you, Andy, and Joe are the hottest members.” He can hear her sniffle a bit and turn her head to make sure he didn’t hear it, but he did, and she knows that. “Guys hate me.”
He pulls her in closer, the barrier almost completely broken now. “You’re lying to me right now. I had to get guys to stop talking about you.”
She sniffles; he hasn’t seen her cry in forever. “Yeah, stop talking bad about me, I bet.”
“Unless you call Travie and Gabe begging me to let them ask you out talking bad , then I don’t know what to tell you.”
She laughs slightly. “Don’t try and make me feel better by lying, Pete. I wasn’t their type.”
“I’m not lying at all.” He really wasn’t, even if he wishes he was. “I’ve had guys come up to me and ask if we were dating just to see if you were available.”
“They were probably just asking because they wanted to be with you.”
She wasn’t completely wrong, but so many guys looked right at her ass when asking, so it was easy to infer what they wanted. “Well, Gabe wanted a threesome, I can’t deny that.”
She laughs, pushing him playfully. “Gross. Don’t even joke about that.”
“I swear I’m not.”
She scoffs. “Then why did he get with my ex-girlfriend.”
“Because he’s Gabe,” he says, as if that will explain it. And it kind of does. Pete remembers it happening, and he remembers being glad that at least Trish was free.
She smiled a tiny smile, and he felt like he was getting somewhere. “Anyways, if so many guys liked me back then, why did they ask you for permission to date me?” She crosses her arms smugly, but he can still sense something sad within her.
He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth wondering how he’ll answer that, because the honest answer is that he threatened some of their friends who even tried to get close to her. Some guys thought it would be nicer to ask, but he’d always have some excuse. He didn’t know Trish also liked girls back then or Vicky would’ve never been able to break her heart. It sounds controlling, but those guys wouldn’t treat her right, and he always had some hope that she would find it charming if she ever found out. Now is not the time for her to be charmed, though.
“Because we were always together,” he said.
She crosses her brows, confused.
“Well, we did seem kind of couple-ly together back then, so they just thought we were together.” He flinches when she backs up a bit, expecting her to get mad.
“I didn’t think people thought we were a couple.” Instead of angry, she looked confused, which is a step up from a few years ago.
He sighs, trying to not freak out. “Trish, we cuddled like every night, and we’ve held hands before.” He’s always known what they looked like to other people, and he always figured that she knew too.
“I honestly just thought you were always touching me because you felt bad.”
“Felt bad about what?” he asks.
He watches as she folds her hands and gazes at the floor, too scared to look into his eyes. “I thought you felt bad for me because no one ever wanted to touch me.”
He looked at her sadly, slowly reaching to cross over the unspoken barrier again to hold her hands in his. She didn’t even flinch when he squeezed them gently. “Aw, Trish.” He tried to get her to look into his eyes just so he could see them shine, but she was lost in her own thoughts. “I held you, not because I felt bad for you, but because I liked touching you and feeling you close to me.”
“Pete,” she says sadly, eyes welling up with tears again. He could feel his own eyes start to get wet. “You don’t have to say that. No guy’s ever wanted to touch me before, not even my own boyfriend. Even Vicky rarely touched me. I didn’t let either of them see me completely naked. Pete, I never even took my shirt off around him,” she cried out, he pulled her in for an embrace, but she kept talking. His heart was breaking for her. “I hate acting like this, but am I not allowed to get off just because I’m fat?”
Pete was dumbfounded, because she was one hundred percent right. He is not used to admitting that, but she is. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to make Trish cum? He’s wanted that for years , and no one could do it? “It’s because they’re jerks, Trish. It doesn’t have anything to do with you. Besides, I would totally want to make you cum.” His eyes go wide and he thinks he stops breathing.
She wipes away some tears, giving him a strained giggle. “Shut up,” she says with no malice. “I know your type, and I’m not it.”
This is a time when she’s one hundred percent wrong. “Who says you’re not my type?”
Closing her eyes and sighing. “I’ve seen people you’ve been with. They’re all taller and skinnier than me. And they probably don’t scare people away with their vagina,” she jokes.
“Well, not everyone I’ve been with has had a vagina, so you’re already wrong there.” He smiles, hoping she will smile back, and she does give him a cute smirk. “Also, the only way your vagina could scare me is if it had claws.”
Just then, she bursts out laughing. “Aw, damn, I thought the claws were a cute edition.”
He laughs, pulling a large smile. “Everything about you is cute, Trish,” he says sincerely, and she stiffens.
“Pete, you seriously don’t have to be nice right now. It’s okay to just say that I’m not your type. I’ll live.” She says, her voice strained again, and she says it while looking into his eyes, honest.
“Trish,” he says back. “You’ve always been my type.” She squints, trying to sense any fragment of a lie. “I swear.”
“Short, chubby, and blonde are the exact opposite of your type.”
He rolls his eyes, frustrated. He needs her to believe him right now, not only to make himself feel better but to make her feel better too. “Trish, whatever you look like, you’ll always be my type. I’ve always liked that you were shorter than me because no one else is, and I love your body, so much, Trish. And, truthfully, when you slept next to me on tour buses, I’d love that you allowed more cushion. There’s more of you to love, and I want every bit and piece you have to offer.” He lets her soak that in until she’s blushing, and then says. “And you’re barely blonde anymore, anyways.”
Her blush turns more heated when he says that, but she gives him a soft laugh. “Why did you never tell me any of this before, Pete?”
“Because, Trish…” he pauses, but she waits patiently, hopefully. “Because I’ve always thought of you as something too great for me.”
“You know that’s not true.”
“But it is.” He tosses his hands up in frustration. “You got me where I am today, I owe you everything for that.”
Her eyes go soft. “Pete, I wasn’t just keeping you around because I felt bad, you know that right?” she asks, placing a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, though. She sighs. “I don’t think we were ever in a relationship because we were both too insecure for it. And, we still are.”
He knows what she’s saying is right, but it’s hard to believe that she would’ve ever even wanted to be in a relationship with him. “I wish I would’ve realized that before I lost you.”
“I’m right here, Pete. You know that.”
“But I’ve lost so much time by being myself.” He gazed into her sorry eyes and wished he could’ve asked her out years ago. “We could’ve been together by now, we could’ve even been married by now and had four kids.”
She laughs sadly. “We had fun, though, being friends. And, I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to have four kids anyways,” she said, trying to make him laugh. “I’m also sure that you never regretted having kids with her. You’re the best father you could’ve been to them.”
“Where are they now if I’m so good?”
She sighs. “With a wonderful woman you loved and gave your all. She was good for you, you know. It just… wasn’t your forever, but you still have time.”
He knows he has time, but so much of it was wasted not being with Trish. And his parents loved her a lot more than his ex. “Thanks, Trish.” They stay quiet for a moment, relishing in each other's company, until he speaks. “You know, I always thought you were my forever, Trish.”
She sniffles. “You’re my forever, too.”
“Maybe we should’ve realized that forever ago, then,” he said dryly.
She closers her shimmering eyes. “But we’re realizing it now, aren’t we?”
He wants to close his eyes with her, copy her every motion, but he can’t help looking at her. She’s so peaceful when she’s like this, and it’s a good look for her. “Yeah, we are,” he agreed. He slowly gathers the confidence to hold her face in one hand, softly grazing his fingers over her cheekbone, holding her steadily as she opens her eyes. “I’ve loved you since the beginning, Trish.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to because he’s moving to kiss her softly on the mouth. Her eyes were already closed, so they were halfway there. She kissed back with grace, and her soft lips felt like heaven on his chapped ones. He can taste the gloss that he’s only ever been able to smell, and they’re both smiling when he pulls back.
He has to open his eyes right away to capture this moment in his brain forever. She has the same idea apparently. He can’t imagine how goofy he must look right now, but he’s fairly certain he’s been looking at her with a stupid grin on his face for years.
She giggles and says, “I love you so much, Pete.”
He can’t get enough of her, so he pulls her in for a tight embrace, so tight that he’s pushing his face into her neck, kissing up along the side of it until she sighs breathily. They’re both so giddy, and there’s no time to waste anymore.
He’s pushing her back against the couch until he’s on top of her, cuddled up into her side and still kissing every free space she has along her neck. She has her hands in his hair, gently playing with it while he searches for untouched areas.
One of his hands grabs onto her waist, and she startles. He comes up from her neck begrudgingly. “What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned. He doesn’t want to have messed this up the first day they’re together.
“Oh, um, I’ve just never had anyone willingly touch me anywhere near my stomach.” She can’t meet his eyes again, and it hurts so bad that people wouldn’t want to get to know every part of Trish.
He kisses her softly on the lips again. “Well, good thing I’m not just anyone.” He smiles, hoping she would smile back, but it doesn’t reach her cheeks like most smiles do. He falters, but he knows what to do. “Hey, Trish?” She tilts her head as an answer, and Pete thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. “Can we do this in my room?”
“Yeah, um, okay.”
“We won’t do anything you don’t want,” he assures.
He gets up and grabs her hand to help her up and pulls her through his bedroom door. She sits on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling over the bed, and that’s when he knows that she’s way too clothed if she still has her shoes on. He only has on sweatpants and an old t-shirt, which still feels like too much. She looks tense as she sits there, but he pulls her in again so they are sat almost on top of each other.
He tries to move her to he’s on top of her again, and she lets him, humming into another kiss he placed on her lips. “I love you so much,” he said into her mouth before kissing her one last time and pulling apart. She groans, and he tries his best not to laugh at her frustration. “Hey, how far did you wanna take this?”
Her face turned a soft shade of pink again, and she looked nervous. “I, um, don’t know what I want right now.”
He builds up his confidence enough to ask his next question. “Do you think we could take this far enough to where your dress is off?”
He can feel her heartbeat against his chest, and he can feel how anxious she is. She nods her head, saying yes, but that obviously isn’t enough.
“You’d need to say it out loud, baby.” He’s so used to using sweet names like that for his exes, only because they liked them, but Trish practically crumbled under his embrace.
“Yes, Pete,” she stumbles out. “I want this.” He smiles and kisses her cheek gently, excited.
He almost wants to squeal in delight when he gets pushed off so she can take off her shoes first. It’s a weird thing for him to be excited about, but that’s only leading up to the best thing of his life. Her low top chucks were thrown somewhere to the side of the room, and her white tights were clinging to her body beautifully.
Pete scans her up and down as they sit together on the side of the bed again. He reaches slowly to grab the arm of one side of the cardigan, and looking into her eyes for permission, he slowly tugs it down as they move into a position where he’s sitting in front of her as she sits on a pillow at the top of the bed. He sees her pale arms, and they were definitely still strong enough to punch him, he notes.
Once he takes her cardigan off and places it on the bed next to them, he smiles at her, and she gives a small smile back. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I love you.” He can’t stop saying it, and he’ll never get tired of seeing her smile. He sits up on his knees and moves her bangs out of the way to kiss her forehead gently, and she melts even more into his touch.
Her light yellow dress had spaghetti straps, and after all these years of seeing this cute sundress, he’s never known that. She had a few freckles adorning her sun kissed shoulders, and he thinks he’s about to cry from her beauty.
Pete moves to grab the hem of her dress and looks at her for permission. She takes a deep breath and smiles, letting him do what he needs to do.
His fingers slowly slide up her dress to reveal more of the tights, until he realizes that they’re not tights. They were stockings, just being held up by her own pale thighs. His eyes go wide, and he’s suddenly nervous. He hasn’t been nervous being with a girl since high school, but she was the one for him, and he can’t mess anything up.
“Something wrong?” she asks, and she has to know that hiding things like these is a crime.
“No, um, can I touch your thighs?” He can’t even look into her eyes when he asks that, mostly because this is the best thing he’s ever seen. He hasn’t even seen her underwear yet and he’s acting like this.
“You want to touch them?” she asks, as if he asked a dumb question. He knows his question isn’t dumb for once because everyone would want to touch them, gay or straight.
“Obviously,” he answers. He honestly wants to do a lot more than touch them, but that’s for another day.
She bites her bottom lip, contemplating. “Um, yeah, I’d like it if you touched my thighs.”
He smiled, giving her a peck on the lips she was biting. He places his hands on each of them, and he loves them. She was staring at his hands, and he loved how pale she looked next to him. They were full and fun to play with, and he knows girls get insecure about cellulite and stretch marks, but the small pink lines and bumps along her skin just showed how much of a woman she was, full of life and given a story. He could graze the skin of her thighs all day, but he knows more is waiting for him.
Gazing into her eyes once more, he was making sure he could move up even more. She nodded, and he smiled. Her hands rested on her sides, and he would’ve totally grabbed onto one if his hands weren’t already occupied with fabric, pulling it over her stomach. Before he could go any further, though, he made sure to press a kiss on her tummy and give it a small pat. He tried not to spend his time staring at her underwear, but when he finally went to pull her dress up and over her head, he couldn’t help but notice she was wearing an angelic lingerie set. The panties and bra she was wearing was white with lace details. The panties had a tiny bow on the front that matched the bra. He also couldn’t help but notice her bra had mesh fabric over the front showing off her pink nipples, and he could almost feel her face burning even harsher than before.
“Did you mean to wear this today?” he asks playfully.
She tries to hide her face by looking down, but it’s hard to hide when she’s almost completely exposed. “I, um, usually wear stuff like this under my dresses.”
He was about to die. How could someone be cute and hot at the same time? Somehow she knows. “That’s so fucking sexy, Trish, you don’t even get it.”
She grins at him and is now the one to kiss him gently. She has the most beautiful lips in the world, and he can’t believe that he gets to be the one to kiss her.
Once they pull away to catch their breaths, she asks, “I’m almost naked now, what were you planning on doing with me?” She has a tiny smirk stretching across her skin, and he knows she’s trying to make him blush, but it won’t work. Not now, at least.
He moves in to whisper in her ear, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Well, I was thinking that I could lay you out across my bed and touch you and kiss you all over, baby.” He finishes whispering with a kiss to her temple and he can feel her shiver. “I want you to know how special you are,” he says sincerely.
Her eyes are closed, taking in what he said, and then she nods eagerly. “Yes, yes, I want that,” she practically begs. “I need you.”
“Can you lay on your back for me then, baby?” he asked her softly, and she complied easily.
She watches her body spread out over his white covers, matching her set. Starting at her neck, he pushes his nose into the side, nudging his way over the space. She smells like flowers, and he doesn’t know why he’s never even tried to smell her before.
She giggled softly as his breath reached the side of her throat, and he’s known for a while that she’s ticklish, but not on her neck. He ends up biting her softly and kissing over the bite mark. Her skin definitely marks easily, but neither of them were complaining.
Then, he moves down her chest to where her chest is covered. He can see white lines across the top of her chest, showing him they must have grown too fast for her to keep up lately. As he gets closer to the bra, he grabs a bra strap from his fingers, and he doesn’t have to ask anything before Trish is pulling off both straps herself.
He rubs her shoulders gently for a few seconds, knowing they must be tired from carrying the best pair of tits he’s ever seen. They were soft, and big enough to spill out of his hand. Trish had the nicest nipples ever, and they were definitely more fun to lick than stare at, but he didn’t want to push his luck.
“Pete, please,” she begged. “Suck on them.”
He’s probably been hard this whole time, but he can definitely feel it now. He gently pulled one into his mouth while playing with the other just as carefully. She smelled so good, and although he’s still pissed at her exes, he’s selfishly glad he’s the first one to see her like this.
He switches from sucking the right and the left one, laying over her body. Trish was squirming by the end of it, and he knows he can die happy now. He pulls off, admiring his work of pink nipples turned into swollen red ones; he was proud of himself.
She groans quietly, grieving the loss of his mouth.
“You liked that?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes with a grin spreading across her face. “Of course, I did.” But there seems to be something else in her expression, something that’s eating away at her.
“Is everything okay? Did I do something?”
“No! God, no. That was everything I’ve ever wanted.” She didn’t seem so sure, and she knows he can tell. “I just, um, was wondering if you wanted to, uh, possibly finger me.” His mouth drops open, and he thinks he heard her wrong at first.
“You want me to…”
She throws her hands over her eyes, as if to block him out. “I’m sorry, forget I said anything. I shouldn’t expect you to do something like that.”
“I just sucked on your tits and played with your thighs and you think I don’t want to finger you?” She nods as if what he said was right, still keeping her eyes covered. “Trish, I’d love to finger you. That’s, like, the hottest thing ever.” He moves in closer to her ear, saying, “Can I eat you out after I finger you?”
He has to remove her hands from her face himself, and she is scarlet red. “I thought guys eating girls out was just a myth.”
“I’d eat you out for every meal,” he said, and it’s far from sexy, but she somehow turns brighter. “But, can I finger you and then eat you out?”
“Yes, um, I’d like that.” She seems a little stunned still, but she relaxes when he pulls her in for a tight hug, hoping to calm her down. He takes a few deep breaths, letting the moment get to him. He can’t wait to see her pussy, but he needs to hold her before they can move on.
After about a minute of caressing her, he places his hand on her lower tummy, and he can feel her try and suck in for a moment, until she takes a deep breath in and allows herself to exist. He smiles toothily at her, and he’s so proud of her.
Next, he moves farther down her body until he is face to face with her legs, open and ready for him. He grabs a pillow from above her head and helps her to lift her hips up so he can place it under her. He stares at her open legs and what’s right in front of him. He’s on his knees and staring directly at her soaked panties. He’s never seen anyone this wet before, and her wetness was covering her inner thighs. He was about to lick it up, but it wasn’t time yet.
He grabs the side of her panties and slides it up and off her creamy legs, her stockings pulled down to her knees. He looked at her pussy real close, trying to catch every detail. The small amount of hair she had on the top of her pussy was soaking wet, and he could see her clot, throbbing with need, and her hole was producing the most cum he’s ever seen. However, before he could commit every freckle to memory next, she placed her hand over herself, blocking his view.
Now’s the time where his fantasy of having her hands tied down would really help him out. But, that’s for next time.
“Stop staring,” she groans.
“Stop being so perfect and I’ll stop,” he answers, grabbing her hand and moving it out of his way. “One finger to start?” he asks.
“Yeah, um, no more than three. I’m not very used to penetration.” He gets that because he hasn’t had more than two fingers in him in almost five years.
He smiles, nodding.
When he first gets a finger in, she is so wet. He curves that one finger so it’s pressed against the spot that he knows girls like, and he can see her eyes roll back.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this wet before,” she whispers out, and her voice is so sexy.
He moves in and out slowly, letting her get used to it until he placed another finger in. The second one makes her squirm, but it definitely doesn’t make her moan like the third finger made her. He wishes he could commit that sound to memory.
“You’re so sexy, baby. Do my fingers make you feel good?” he asks, not expecting an answer because he was making sure his fingers pressed that spot every time.
“Mhm, yeah, they make me feel so good, Pete,” she replies between labored breaths. “Faster, god please, faster.”
He’s shocked, but not enough to stop. He’s pounding into her, and her moans are getting louder. She keeps getting closer, and Pete can tell she’s coming when her pussy starts to squelch around his fingers. He loves this noise, and he wants it forever ingrained in his brain. Her pussy convulses around his fingers, but what he doesn’t expect is for her to squirt everywhere. It’s all over his covers and all over his arms. This is the best feeling ever.
Once she comes down, she apologizes profusely, but when she looks up to watch him licking her cum of his own hands, she shuts up.
When he’s done licking his fingers, he lays down on his stomach in front of her to rest his head on her thigh, ready at any second on her command to let him eat her out. Her last orgasm was giant, though, and she looked completely spent.
“I know you can do that again, Trish,” he says, kissing her inner thigh.
“I’ve never cum like that before, Pete. Give me a second.”
He definitely takes that second too literally because his lips are getting way too close to her swollen clit. He sucks on her soft skin before he hovers over her clits, breathing hot air onto it. He gets excited when she grabs onto his hair to push him down. He starts by giving her small, sensual licks that make her moan with excitement. But, he can tell she’s getting impatient after a few minutes, so he starts sucking harshly and she’s coming again. It’s not as big as the last, but it takes her a while to come down from that high.
He lays down next to her to cuddle again, holding onto her waist carefully. She keeps her eyes closed as she speaks. “What do you want me to do for you now?” She looks way too tired to even think about lifting a finger for him.
“Nothing, Trish. All I need is you right here.” He kisses her cheek. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I came in my pants a while ago.”
She laughs lightly, probably half asleep. Pete got everything he’s ever wanted, but next time he’s gonna make her cum more than twice.