[M]y Nerdy Girl[Friend] – taking it to the next level (Part 8 of my saga with Beth)

So after my week of manipulating Beth, we established what we really wanted. We were still young and stupid, and we didn’t really know how to express our feelings to each other. Beth was better than me at asking and listening. I was better at telling and reacting. Despite our relative immaturity, we communicated well enough to eventually reach common ground. This is Part 8 of my account of my time with Beth. If you didn’t read the previous installment, you can find it in my profile.
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“I only want this…with you,” Beth had said to me.
We laid there in the glow of my desk lamp exhausted, sleepy, and content. I didn’t understand it all yet, but I knew we had just moved to another level in our relationship. I stared at the ceiling thinking about this beautiful soul next to me and this ride we had been on over the past few months. Beth was still laying on her stomach with her head turned to me. Her dark curls that I loved so much draped gently over her ear and down across her shoulder. She reached her hand out, put it on my chest and closed her eyes. A satisfied smile spread across her face. I listened as her breathing slowed and she fell into a peaceful sleep. Slower breaths, shallower breaths, she was so relaxed. I felt the warmth and weight of her hand on my chest as I breathed in and out, just listening to her sleep. And then there was a different sound. The tiniest little snore. “Hurrrggghhahhhhhh…”. I laughed, trying to stifle it so I wouldn’t wake her up. It was the cutest snore I’d ever heard.
I eventually fell asleep beside her. We slept for a long time – the tension of the prior week and the contentment of finally breaking through it had worn us out physically, mentally, and emotionally. I woke up to Beth snuggled beside me, naked and warm under my comforter, and of course I had stiff morning wood. I opened my eyes to her staring at me, softly smiling, and running her fingers through my hair.
“Mmmm…that’s nice,” I said. She knew I loved it when she did that.
“Morning babe,” Beth said. “I see you slept well.”
“How long have you been awake?” I asked.
“A while,” she replied. “I’ve been watching you sleep. You were snoring.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. “Well I guess we have that in common.”
“What?” she said, feigning outrage.
“You fell asleep last night and started snoring,” I told her.
“You lie! I don’t snore!” she said playfully.
“They were little lady snores. I thought it was adorable,” I told her with a wide grin.
“Well, I say you’re full of shit,” she insisted. Beth tilted my face to hers, closed her eyes, and kissed me deeply. We kissed for several minutes, taking the time to enjoy our lips, our mouths, our tongues. She slid her hand from my hair, down across my chest and squeezed my nipple; we both giggled. She slid her hand down to my still-stiff morning wood. “Hmmm…I was right. You did sleep well,” she said in her playfully sexy voice. “I guess I’ll have to take care of this!”
Beth fluffed the comforter up in the air and slid down the bed all at once, moving between my legs while the comforter floated back down on top of us. She kept the comforter over her head; all I could see was her shape beneath the covers as she wrapped both hands around my cock. I could feel her tongue start on my balls, licking from underneath, lifting them up with her tongue and then letting them flop back down as she moved her tongue around my sack. She put one of my balls and then the other in her mouth, drawing them out with a pop. Her tongue moved up to the base of my shaft, gently flicking back and forth. The fact that I could only feel her and not see her heightened the sensation. Beth’s tongue moved up my shaft and stopped just at the underside of my tip.
“Mmmm,” I said. “That feels good.”
Her tongue moved around the edges of my tip, circling it as I felt my dick stiffen. She gripped my shaft firmly, then slowly slid her mouth down over my dick. Her warm wet mouth felt amazing. I could see the comforter move up and down as she bobbed back and forth on me. But I caught the edges of her back teeth on the downstrokes. Bless her, she was trying her best to manage my girth. I loved that she was working hard to please me.
Soon she had one hand massaging my balls with the other hand stroking and her mouth on my tip. It was a damn good blowjob even with the teeth. Suddenly, she stopped, sat up and threw the comforter off of us. Her forehead was sweaty and her face was red. “God damn it’s hot under this thing!” she said, and we both laughed. She went back to work sans covers – massaging, stroking, sucking. After a couple more minutes of this, I reached down and gently pulled her head off my cock. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Come up here,” I said, as I pulled her up to my face and gave her a deep kiss. Then I guided her to sit up, legs on either side of my hips. I slid down between her legs, and she giggled.
“Where are you going?” She asked. I maneuvered my torso and arms down between her legs as I slid my own legs off the bed. This put my face directly under her pussy. With Beth now straddling my face, I reached up with both hands and held onto her rib cage. I probed her hole with my tongue as I felt her natural lube gush. She purred. I moved up her slit to suck on her clit and felt it start to swell in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it while sucking it, and Beth began to writhe on top of me. I looked up to the best view ever as she cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. I reached down and started to stroke my rock-hard dick, still slick with Beth’s saliva.
We stayed like this for a few minutes, both of us moaning softly as we were absorbed in the moment. Beth leaned forward and lifted her pussy from my mouth. It was my turn for the puzzled expression. She flipped around to face the other way and said “you shouldn’t have to work that beautiful dick by yourself.” She moved over me, straddled my face and lowered her mouth onto my dick again. Her breasts pressed down on my stomach while her lips once again slid down my dick. For some reason, her teeth didn’t catch my glans as much in this direction. It felt amazing. I reached around her thighs and pulled her more firmly onto my face, sucking and swirling her clit. She let out a whimper, I let out a moan. We were both getting close. I could feel Beth’s saliva running down my ballsack as it tightened. Her juices ran down my chin as her clit swelled even more. She whimpered with her mouth full of my cock and then started to grind her hips, pressing her pussy harder onto my mouth. With that, she let out a long, low moan as her legs twitched beside my head. Right away I exploded into her mouth. She kept stroking and sucking as pump after pump of my hot jizz filled her mouth. I lapped up her juices as she continued to grind on my face. She swallowed my cum and I swallowed hers. We finally unlocked our mouths from each other, and she laid there on top of me. I grabbed both of her ass cheeks and squeezed, then smacked them. She giggled. “I’m stuck!” she said. With my legs off the bed, she couldn’t reach over to press herself up and roll off of me.
“I see that,” I replied, and I played the bongos on her ass cheeks. I laughed.
“Cut it out!” she chuckled. “Help me get up!”
“Ok, fine,” I said sarcastically. I rolled her over toward the edge of the bed. Her arm slipped and she fell halfway off. Her head was off the bed, both arms on the floor, and we were both laughing hysterically. She was in the most vulnerable position so I tickled her pussy.
“Stop it!” she said through laughter. And she rolled herself the rest of the way to the floor. I slid back up to the head of the bed while she stood up. Her sweaty curly hair and her beautiful breasts were in full view, and I loved it. She grabbed a pillow off the bed and smacked me with it.
“Oh that’s how it’s gonna be?” I asked, both of us still laughing. I grabbed my own pillow and knelt on the bed while we swung the pillows at each other. It was my first naked pillow fight. After a few more swings, I grabbed her pillow with my free hand and said, “OK, truce?” She laughed and nodded. “Let’s grab a shower.”
“OK,” Beth said. And then I hit her with my pillow one more time and laughed. “Hey!” she shouted. I walked out the door to go to my bathroom. David was sitting at the kitchen counter facing me, with his morning coffee and a book. He looked up and saw me naked again and rolled his eyes. I guess him seeing my dick was starting to become a routine. I walked into my bathroom just as Beth was walking out of my room, also totally naked. I quickly hopped into the bathroom and closed the door, then flipped the lock. I assume David got an eyeful of naked Beth, because she shouted “Hey!” and pounded on the door. I only made her suffer for a moment as she shouted “let me in!” I opened the door and pulled her to me, smiling and laughing. Her face was red with embarrassment. I leaned in and gave her a kiss, smiling from ear to ear.
The shower was fun, even though both of us being in there left little room to maneuver. I shampooed her hair, she did mine. I soaped her up and made sure to get all of her important bits clean, her breasts, her ass, her pussy. She felt that my dick needed extra cleaning, soaping and stroking it thoroughly to ensure there was no dirt left. After we rinsed off, Beth said, “are you sure it’s clean? I’d better check.” She knelt down and sucked it a few times, then pulled it out of her mouth with a pop. “Now it’s clean,” she declared.
Beth threw on a spare pair of jeans she had at my place and one of my smaller t-shirts. “You look really sexy in my shirt,” I complimented her.
Beth smiled and said, “what, this shirt?” as she squeezed her tits together. Damn, she looked good.
We went out for coffee and then a walk around campus for a couple hours. Around 11:30, we decided to stop by our favorite pizza joint for lunch.
We ordered and then sat down in a booth. “So…” Beth said. I knew we needed to talk about last night.
“Yeah,” I said. “I suppose we need to talk?”
We did. For the next hour over pizza and Coke, we recounted our experiences of the past few weeks. While it was difficult for me to talk about emotions and my sexual proclivities, it was easier for Beth to talk freely. She put me at ease, and I opened up about having fooled around with Laura on our first night. Beth talked about Mr. Frat Guy getting handsy with her on the night of Laura’s sex performance. We each reacted differently to seeing the other in a non-exclusive sexual situation – Beth’s reaction was to distance from me and keep things casual; my reaction was jealousy.
We talked about Steven on the night I threw him out of Beth’s apartment. The physical confrontation had scared her, but my rage had strangely turned her on. We admitted that we both found it hot to have sex in front of Laura and David and to see them have sex next to us. And what a turn on it was seeing Laura’s later public exploits, even though it really hurt David. Beth finally apologized for getting David caught up in all of that.
And finally, we opened up about last night and the week leading up to it. We didn’t use words or labels like “kink” and “fetish,” but we came to understand each other. I didn’t mind if Beth was turned on by other guys; in fact it excited me. But I wanted her all to myself. Beth enjoyed flirting with other guys and admitted that seeing me get jealous turned her on. I liked to have control; Beth liked it when I took control. It was an awkward conversation, yet the most mature one I’d ever had. In the end, holding hands across the table, we affirmed that we would be exclusive sexually. We agreed to tell each other when we were turned on by other people. And I would temper my jealousy while Beth would let me dominate her when I chose to.
There was one last topic to discuss. We were only a week away from the end of Fall term, and we wouldn’t see each other for about a month. Outside of school, we lived far apart. My family was a few hours away in the same state. Beth’s family lived in New York, just outside of the city. Her parents were taking Beth and her younger sister to Europe for a couple of weeks around Christmas. “Wow,” I thought. I’d never been outside the country. Beth was excited to tell me about the trip.
“I wish you could come,” she said. “Paris is so beautiful.” So this wasn’t even her first time in Paris. I realized there was a lot I didn’t know about Beth.
“Well then I expect some postcards,” I said. “And to hear all about it when you’re back.”
We knew we would be busy the next week with final exams, but we planned to get together right after our last test, in the P-Chem class we had together. It would be our last night with each other before we left for break. “I’m going to come over and make you dinner,” I announced.
“Really?” Beth said, with a too-surprised tone. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
I’m quite a good cook, actually, I’d even won a couple of cooking competitions back in high school. “I guess there are some things you just don’t know about me,” I replied.
The following Wednesday came, the day of our last exam. I waited for Beth outside the classroom, gave her a kiss and told her I’d be over later to make dinner. She sounded excited. “I’m headed to the bookstore; I’ll see you at home,” Beth said.
“Later,” I said as she walked away from me. I stood there for a moment and admired her from behind. Her dark curly hair was bouncing as she walked. She was wearing her usual jeans and a loose sweatshirt that had hid her amazing body from me for so long. She turned around and looked over her shoulder to see me watching her, and she flashed a wide smile.
I showed up later at Beth’s apartment with a bag of groceries and two bottles of wine. “Ooh, white wine?, Beth teased. “I didn’t know you were so fancy!”
“It’s a little for cooking, but we’ll drink the rest.” I explained. I unpacked the groceries. “Where’s Laura?” I asked.
“She already left for break,” Beth said. She came up behind me and ran her fingers through my hair. Leaning close, she said, “so we have the whole place to ourselves.” And reaching around, she grabbed my crotch. “We’ll have to make the most of that,” she said in her sexy voice.
I spun around and grabbed Beth by her hips, pulling her into me. I raised my hand to the back of her head and guided her toward me for a deep kiss. “Mmmm,” she said. “I like how this is starting.” We kissed some more while I squeezed her ass. Then the phone rang. The Caller ID showed it was Beth’s house in New York. “Wonderful timing,” she said sarcastically. “I’d better take this.”
“I’ll get the food going,” I said.
“Hi, Mom,” Beth answered the phone. She stretched the phone cord around to the other side of the wall to avoid the noise I was making with the groceries, pots and pans. I could hear some of her conversation. Mom was checking to see how exams went, making sure Beth was packed to fly home the next day, all the things a mom would be calling about.
“Yes, Mom,” I heard. “Yes, I know,” she said. “I’ll be packed and ready…I know…yes Mom.”
It sounded like the important things were covered and the conversation turned casual. “It’s not too chilly here…oh, it’s gonna be cold, I’ll have to remember to bring my heavy coat…Laura’s already gone home…yes I think so.” And then as I started to prep the ingredients, I heard Beth say to her mom, “oh tonight? My boyfriend is making me dinner…yes, apparently he’s a good cook…I know, it’s really sweet…I’ll let you know.”
I stopped what I was doing. Boyfriend? She’d never called me that before. We had agreed to keep things sexually exclusive but remain close friends. I’m not sure if it mattered. I’m not sure why it seemed to matter. But it did. I was her boyfriend, and in that moment it meant something to me. Beth finished up her call and came back around to hang up the phone. She saw me standing there, staring at her. “What?” she said, furrowing her brow.
“I heard what you said to your mom,” I told her.
“What, about packing for my flight home?” she said. “Yeah, I’m about half packed already, it’s no big deal, I’ll finish up in the morning.”
“No, about dinner, dork,” I chuckled. “Who did you tell her is making you dinner?”
Beth blushed and cast her eyes downward. She bit her bottom lip. “My…boyfriend,” she said sheepishly.
“You’ve never called me that before,” I pointed out.
She gathered herself. “Well that’s what you are,” she said with a sweet smile.
I strode across the room and pulled her to me. She giggled. I closed my eyes as we kissed, tongues swirling. I moved my lips to her earlobe and nibbled as she giggled happily, and then moved down to her neck. I was buzzing for her. Beth grabbed a handful of my hair and turned her head to let me kiss more of her neck. “Mmmmm…,” she purred. I could already feel my cock bulging through my jeans. In one motion, I lifted her shirt off over her head and tossed it aside. I bent down to suck on her nipples while I tugged her pants down around her hips. Beth helped slide them down the rest of the way. As she stood back up, she lifted my shirt off, then ran her hands across my chest, laughing playfully. I tugged at my pants and dropped them around my ankles. Beth laughed again.
“You’ve got the giggles,” I said. She laughed some more. “That’s cute.” I pushed her a few inches back against the wall and pressed my body against her, kissing her again, twisting our tongues together. She put her arms around my neck as I held her against the wall, my cock fully hard and sliding against the inside of her thighs. She laughed lightly, then I picked her up by her hips. Beth wrapped her legs around me and gasped. I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy. It was slick, but my dick was dry and it wouldn’t slide in. I pressed her against the wall again, holding her there with my body weight. With one hand I aimed my cock straight ahead and swirled the tip against her pussy, coating it with her slick juice. I pressed my cock in again, and it slid in about an inch. I pulled out and pressed in again while Beth gasped once more. It slid in maybe two inches total. I pulled out a third time and pressed in firmly but slowly. Beth moaned as all seven of my thick inches slid in this time.
“Oh god,” she said, as I pushed all the way in, pressing her to the wall. She was fully aroused now. I slid out and pressed in again, slowly still. Out and in again, a little bit faster. I could feel her tight pussy gripping my cock. I thrust faster, standing there, fucking her against the wall.
To be honest, even Beth’s somewhat small frame was getting heavy. Still holding her up with my cock deep inside, I turned her around and laid her on the small kitchen table. It was just at the perfect height as I stood upright, got a good grip on Beth’s hips, and ground into her. I pulled out and thrust in hard, out and in, harder each time. Beth was moaning now, and she let out another “Oh god.” I fucked her even harder on that table, the weight and motion of our bodies making the table legs squeak. I was pounding away, with the sound of wet skin slapping together marking my rhythm. “Oh fuck,” she said. “Yes!” I could tell she was getting close. “Fuck me harder,” she said. I was breathing fast, railing her as hard as I could. I picked up the pace as she moaned again. “Fffffuuuuuuucccckkkkkk!!!” Beth yelled as her pussy gripped me even harder, and I kept going until I passed the point of no return. I pulled out and stroked a few times while I blew my load all over her stomach and tits. I leaned against the table, my hands at her sides.
“God damn!” she said. “Where did that come from?”
“Your boyfriend gets to have his way with you when he chooses to,” I smirked. “That’s what we agreed, right?”
“My boyfriend can fuck me like that any time,” Beth purred. I helped her off the table. She giggled again and it made me smile. “I guess we need to clean the table before dinner,” she joked.
“I’ll take care of that,” I offered. “You go clean up and I’ll get back to cooking.” I got dressed again and cleaned up from our kitchen sex. I heard Beth in the bathroom while I finally got started cooking. I made a simple sautéed shrimp in a white wine-butter sauce with pasta and broccolini. It was a dish I’d made several times before, so I was confident choosing it for the first time I’d cooked for Beth. Still, I was meticulous – I wanted it to be perfect for her. We had basic plates and had to use plastic cups for icewater and wine, but I set the table as nicely as I could. After about 20 minutes, Beth came out to the kitchen as I was just getting ready to serve dinner.
“Wow!” Beth said when she saw what I’d prepared. “This looks amazing!”
“I hope you like it babe.” She kissed me on the cheek and sat down.
I grabbed my wine and held it up. “Cheers!” I said.
“Cheers!” Beth replied, and we touched cups with a plastic thud.
I was actually nervous. I’d been cooking since I was 12, and I’d cooked for friends and family before. But this was different. Beth was special. I really wanted her to like it.
“Wow, this is really good!” she said. “How did you make this?” I must have smiled a mile wide. I told her what was in the dish, and she asked me all kinds of questions about cooking, how I learned to do it, what other kinds of things I make. It really fed my ego. “I never knew this about you,” she said. There was a lot we had yet to learn about each other.
Beth admitted she was a horrible cook; she didn’t make much more than ramen. “Well I’ll have to teach you a few things,” I offered. We talked and ate and drank our wine, finishing a whole bottle. It was really nice to just sit and relax.
“There’s more!,” I said. “I didn’t have time to make dessert, so I got something from the bakery.” I went to the fridge and got out a crème brûlée, along with some berries and a can of whipped cream.
“Oh my god, you really went all out!” Beth said. I slid her chair over next to mine and grabbed two spoons. I added some berries and a little dollop of whipped cream. Of course, I sprayed some whipped cream into my mouth as well, because that’s what you do. Beth grabbed the can and sprayed some into her mouth, giggling.
“Mouth full of cream…that looks familiar,” I smirked as Beth swallowed. She laughed at my dirty joke and had to cover her mouth. “Here,” I said, handing her a spoon, “you first.”
Beth took a bite and ate it off the spoon, then looked me in the eye and licked the spoon all around the edges. We both cracked up at her corny attempt to act sexy. She dipped the spoon in and got a bite for me. “Open up,” she ordered, as she put the spoon in my mouth.
“Mmm,” I said. “That’s pretty good.”
“Needs more whipped cream,” Beth said. She grabbed the can and sprayed whipped cream into my mouth, laughing.
We took turns feeding each other, giggling and spraying whipped cream into our mouths. I grabbed a strawberry with my fingers and put it near her mouth, but accidentally dropped it onto her boobs. “Oops,” I said. “Sorry about that.”
Beth smirked. “”Aww,” she said with fake disappointment, “that’s gonna stain.” She took her shirt off, then grabbed a berry and held it close to my mouth. I smiled and laughed because I could see what was coming. “Oops!” she mocked me, and dropped it down my front. Beth stood up and grabbed my shirt. “That’s gonna stain too.” She pulled it up over my head and sat on my lap. Grabbing the can again, she sprayed whipped cream in my mouth and then kissed me, swirling the cream around my mouth and licking it out with her tongue. I reached around and popped her bra off. “Hehehe, was that stained?” she asked.
“Yeah I think it was,” I replied. I grabbed the can and sprayed into her mouth, then kissed her as she’d done to me. We laughed through the kiss. I picked up a blueberry and put it on my tongue. Beth kissed me and stole the blueberry, smiled broadly and ate it. I dipped my fingers into the crème brûlée and put them in her mouth. “Mmmm,” Beth said. She swirled her tongue around my fingers and licked them clean. I dipped my fingers in the dessert again and raised my fingers toward her mouth, but I faked her out when she moved to lick them. I pulled back and smeared the crème brûlée on each of her nipples. We giggled. I leaned her back and licked her hard nipples, then sucked them clean. Beth reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. She grabbed the whipped cream, and before I realized what she was doing, shoved the nozzle down the top of my pants and sprayed.
“What the…” I said, laughing hard.
Beth stood up and sarcastically said, “oh no!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me up, then unzipped my pants and pulled them down. It was messy for sure, whipped cream everywhere. I scooped up a small handful of the crème brûlée and stuck my hand down her pants.
“Oops!” I said, then slid off her pants.
We laughed together, standing there naked in Beth’s kitchen with sticky dessert between our legs. I guided Beth to the floor and laid her on her back. I licked all the crème brûlée off her pelvis, her thighs, and just above her clit. Beth rolled over and licked the whipped cream off my dick. I reached up to grab the can and bring it down with us. With Beth on her back, I sprayed whipped cream on both of her nipples, then in a line down her stomach, and I covered her pussy like a piece of pie. Beth rubbed the cream into her nipples while I grabbed the berries and placed them on the line of whipped cream down her stomach. Beth’s stomach shook as she laughed. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked jokingly.
“You’re my dessert,” I said. I ate all the berries with just my mouth as I licked the stream of whipped cream and slowly lapped it all up off her pussy. The sweet sugary cream melted into her warm wet hole. I circled it with my tongue and probed into her. Beth inhaled quickly. I flicked my tongue from side to side as I moved up to her clit and made light circles. She hummed. I reached up to the table to grab my ice water. I fished out an ice cube and circled Beth’s nipples with it. They were already hard, but the cold sensation made them stiffer. Beth arched her back, and her breathing quickened. I sucked on her nipples to warm them back up, while I reached down to rub her clit. She closed her eyes and softly moaned. I fished out another ice cube and held if between her breasts. Beth inhaled again as I slid it down onto her stomach. The cold ice on her warm skin left a wet trail as I slowly moved the ice lower and lower. I moved around and planted my face between her thighs. While I started to lick and suck the way I knew she liked it, Beth grabbed a fistful of my hair. Her breath quickened. I got another ice cube and put it in my mouth. This was going to be fun.
I went down on Beth again, and with my tongue I maneuvered the ice cube onto her clit. She inhaled and tightened her abs. I pushed the ice cube to the back of my mouth and warmed her clit with my tongue. I slid two fingers into her cunt and stroked her g-spot. I pushed the melting ice cube forward again, back onto her clit. Beth whimpered and tightened up again, the cold sensation bringing her closer to the edge. I dropped the ice from my mouth onto my palm and held it against her vagina while I again warmed up her clit with my tongue. Beth let out a high-pitched groan as the contrasting temperature seemed to heighten her sensations. I grabbed another ice cube and popped it into my mouth. I repeated the clit move with the ice, cold followed by the warmth of my tongue, all the while maintaining suction and swirling action. I slid a third finger inside her, and it brought her to climax. She opened her eyes but rolled them back. “Oh my GOD!!” she shouted as I increased the speed of my tongue and thrust my fingers in and out. Her abs went tight and her back arched as the walls of her pussy tightened around my fingers. She had both hands on the back of my head, pressing my face into her cunt as she shivered and bucked. I kept at it for what must have been 20 seconds as she continued to shout and scream. Finally, I released her and let her come back down. She laid there for a moment, catching her breath. “Holy shit,” she finally said. “That was incredible.” Beth pulled me up to her face. Her eyes were watery. She closed them and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She rolled over on top of me, then pressed herself up and looked into my eyes. With a sly grin, she slid downward, kissing my chest and my stomach on the way.
Beth fished out an ice cube for herself. With one hand, she stroked my half-hard cock. With the other hand, she ran the ice cube around my balls. It was my turn to inhale sharply as the cold sent a shot of electricity through my nerves. She ran the ice cube up the base of my dick as she took my balls into her mouth. She pressed the ice against my shaft while she stroked up and down. As the ice melted, cold water ran down onto my balls, leaving spots of warm and cold contrast that felt incredible. Beth grabbed another cube and kept stroking with it, then rubbed the ice around the head of my dick. I was breathing faster now, hard as a rock, and clenching my muscles to fight the shock of the cold. She looked me in the eye as she continued the ice torture, until I whimpered and bit my lip. My dick was going numb from the cold. Beth moved up and straddled my hips, took hold of my cock, and guided it into her opening as she impaled herself on it. I grunted and she moaned as the warmth and wetness of her tight pussy contrasted with the frigid skin on my shaft. It was a sensation I’d never felt before. She slid up and down and ground her hips back and forth. “Oh fuck,” I said as I knew I wasn’t going to last long. She picked up the pace, playing with her nipples as she rode me hard. I thrust up into her, in rhythm with her movement. She started to moan as well, then reached down with one hand to finger her clit. The sight of her playing with herself was too much; I couldn’t hold back any longer. Beth kept going as I grabbed her hips and grunted, blowing my load deep inside her. She screamed a moment later as she came yet again.
Beth lifted herself off of me, my cum dripping out of her pussy and coating my cock as is twitched for the final few times. She laid down alongside me as we both let out long sighs.
“Wow,” I said. Beth purred. “So I take it you enjoyed dinner?” I asked.
“Oh god yes,” she replied. We smiled at each other.
“Do you find this floor as uncomfortable as I do?” I asked with a laugh.
“Yes!” she confirmed and laughed with me. I helped her up. We were both hot and sweaty and wet and sticky and completely happy. We stood there in each others arms.
“Hey Girlfriend,” I said.
“Hey Boyfriend,” Beth replied. It was the happiest I’d felt in my life.

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