Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F] Part 36

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=== ***?????*** ===

I always enjoyed watching him, and seeing him walk through the doors of the gym becomes the highlight of my day. He usually comes in late, wearing office attire and slacks. Unassuming, it’s like a good disguise. To the untrained eye, he seems to be just your average office worker. He’s not particularly gorgeous or anything, he’s handsome don’t get me wrong but he won’t be turning heads or anything. He’s not tall or anything, he’s about the same height as I am.

But until he shed’s those layers, that is what people will assume him to be: normal.

But something about him catches my eye. He is lean and toned, but his muscles are not engorged or big and bulky or anything. I have a certain dislike for the cocky bastards that populate gym, cocky men who thinks they are god’s eternal gift to the world. I dislike them greatly, especially how they look at me.

But him? He acts with graciousness and very open about his intentions. He looks me in the eyes when we speak, he talks with his hands open and a gentle smile across his face. He treats me like he’s known me for a long time.

He gives me some pointers on my stance, on where to put my balance and my weight when I kick or punch. He points out, kindly, what I am lacking whether it is defense or with power. Sometimes, he buys me dinner especially after a hard afternoon of working out.

Sadly, I have not seen him since late November. What the American’s call ‘Thanksgiving’ I call boring, because nothing is open and everyone is out with family and friends. I have no family to call, and I keep to myself in my shit of an apartment. I cannot afford a lot of things when I live off of the meager scraps of a fighter’s salary and a part time job in a convenience store.

But when January comes in, he comes back! I looked up and I see him, walking in with his shaggy hair and the look of someone who has put on a few pounds. My day is instantly better. The sad part is it’s late afternoon.

I waited for him, patiently, to change into his gym wear. When he came out from the locker room, I immediately approached him.

“Hey! It’s been a while! How’ve you been?” He said as he gave me a quick hug, a platonic hug but a hug I am hungry for.

“I’ve been ok,” I lied, “work is boring and brutal, but it puts a roof over my head.”

He nodded at me, understanding my situation. “Do you have a match coming up? I think the coach mentioned that you do have one on the 18th.”

I immediately clapped my hand, “I do! My first match!” I’m happy that I am able to pursue what I’ve been working towards. The coach gives me a sort of stipend so I can afford to live on my own, but it’s barely enough to cover the apartment. I only have a bicycle to use as a means of transport.

“Will you be there?” I asked and he gave me a big smile.

“Of course! I always attend my friend’s matches! I attended Trevor’s last match, and I attended Eve’s last match.”

I clapped my hand softly, bouncing on my foot as I’m feeling happy. I haven’t felt this happy in some time. Ever since I came from Russia with hopes of being a model, I find that how managers conduct themselves was not to my liking. They wanted me to be thinner, for my ass to be much larger, and my breast to be perfect. They wanted my lips to be more plump, and my cheekbones to be higher. They wanted to “fix” me, to fill my lips with products, to put something inside my breast and butt and cheeks. In short, they wanted to erase who I am.

I am perfectly happy with how I look. I am proud of how I look like! My English may not be perfect, but I know enough to realize what these fools were trying to do to me.

“Will you help me with practice? I need to be sharp for my match.”

“Of course! I’d be happy to.”

===

The 18th came and I’m standing in the octagon ring. I’ve got my blonde hair braided up and pulled tightly behind me. My opponent looks about my age, but she looks… nervous. This is her first fight as well, and I can taste her fear.

I put my mouth guard on, bounced my way to the center of the octagon, and we touched gloves. As soon as we separated she rushed me and she tried to take me down, trying to hook my thighs with her hands. So, as a reprisal, I kneed her in the face.

Instant knock out. The first match of my career ends in under 10 seconds. I hope I didn’t hurt her too much, but her a small pool of blood tells me otherwise. She did get up, though, to look at me and extended a hand.

I walked back to my corner and the coach pat me on the back. I’m met with an uproar of applause and cheer. The aides raised me over their shoulders and I pumped my arms. I took in the applause intended for me, and honestly it boosted my ego. I looked for him, my inspiration and my driving force. I watched the bench and scanned for that shaggy, sometimes unkempt hair and when I finally see it, I wanted to dedicate my first victory to him. But… but when I see an extremely pretty lady sitting next to him, too close to him for my liking. She’s clapping for me too, with enthusiastic eyes, and while I appreciate it, I am hating her more and more. Why? Because she is with him. It is obvious.

My first victory, my first knockout, and my first heartbreak…

=== ***Chris*** ===

That match was… interesting. I mean, I taught her enough to counter a variety of attacks, but I never did taught her how to counter a shoot, which is basically when a fighter goes for a low tackle in hopes of scooping up the other fighter and then you go from there. I think it might have been her instinct, but regardless she won.

She acted a little bit cold afterwards. I was planning on driving her to her apartment, but coach told me that she already left and took a bus. I wanted to introduce her to Bella, who absolutely adored her, but I guess that will have to wait.

The 19th is a Sunday and the workers have taken off from the house. It’s almost done, Roxxy mentioned that the bathrooms should be finished by early February, unless something drastic happens. I wondered why it’s taking almost 4 months to do but she mentioned that some materials went up in price and availability. We got a 4 bedroom house with 3 bathrooms. The fourth bedroom will be the guest bedroom, while Alana and Roxxy will have their own bed. Obviously, Bella and I will share one.

We decided to check on the house. When we left it, some time ago, it still had the seller’s furniture and stuff. Now, it’s a canvas waiting for paint. I wanted to take Alana and Roxxy with me as well, but Alana is at work and Roxxy is visiting one of her brother. They’ve been getting along really well, a little too well if you ask me, but I’m happy that they’re not fighting. If they fall in love with one another, that’s perfectly fine with me. As long as I have Bella with me, I’m happy.

We got to our room and Bella immediately scanned the room with wonder and amazement. “It’s fucking big,” she said and her voice softly echoed against the walls, “the walls are wide and massive, holy shit!”

She ran up to a pair of door and opened each one. It’s a walk-in closet designated for both of us, and when she took a quick look inside she immediately pointed at the one on the left. “This is mine,” she giggled as she bounced up to me, “Oh my god! Can you imagine what we can do with this room? It’s a lot bigger than our apartment room! We can even put a California King Size in here!”

“Whoa, I don’t know if I need that big of a bed,” I laughed, but she gave me a wink and I instantly knew. While Alana and Roxxy may have their own room, the fact of the matter is that they’ll both be sleeping with us most of the time.

She looked into our bathroom, it’s already finished. beautiful white, marble tile with a rather large shower in it. It has a small seat near the shower, and while I’m thinking that it’s for washing your feet and legs, I can assure you that Bella is thinking it’s for giving blowjobs while taking a shower.

As we walk back out of the restroom, she pinned me against the wall and looked me directly in the eyes. “Babe, do you want to christen our room?”

“Christen? What do you mea – Bella! Right now? Seriously?”

She gave me such a lewd smirk while her hands trailed down to my crotch, “He seems to think it’s a great idea.”

God damn you, you betrayed me!

She walked back a little bit and leaned in, letting me take a good look at her. She’s fucking horny, she’s always horny, and she licked her lips and she let her hands fully cup my growing erection. “He really thinks its a good idea, and I agree with him. Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others. We can officially christen the room when we’re fully moved in, and they can christen their room too.”

“Who’s going to christen the guest bedroom” I haphazardly asked, but as soon as the words left my mouth I instantly knew who’s going to do it, and she caught on to that fact. Her hand fully slipped down into my pants, rubbing my shaft, cupping and massaging my balls, and teasing my soft head. I moaned under her warm hand, and truth be told I am horny as well. I just hide it a little better, and I can actually resist it.

“Bella, think about it, there’s no furniture here for us to hold on to, no bed for us to lay on,” I reasoned with her but I can tell she’s not listening to me, “fucking hell, fine!”

I pulled her down as we sit against the wall, with her sitting against me. She’s got a romper on, something that looks like [this](https://www.meganfindsajob.com/s/files/1/0204/7208/products/FO6C0240_2a71bb36-5b67-4c46-8d48-6fc6761fecd5_620x.jpg?v=1629400486) that she fills in really nice. I took her tits out from their enclosure and massaged and fondled them, pinching her pink nipples and twisting them around my index and thumb. “Your tits are really naughty,” I told her as she squeals under my effort, “Bella, your body… it’s like you’re built for sex. You’re always horny, you’re always nice and tight, and your pussy is always wet.”

“S-Stop! Saying it like that makes me sound like I’m some sort of slut! Baby, I’m always wet for you, my pussy is ready for your cock so you can fuck me whenever and wherever you want.”

“You’re not even wearing a bra,” I told her while my hand slowly went down her toned stomach, feeling each bump under my hand and making my way down toward her warm mound. When I reached it, I’m surprised at how wet she already is, and I’m surprised to find her wearing no underwear. “You’re such a naughty girl. You’re not wearing any underwear too!”

She looked back behind me and we kissed while my left hand fondled and played with her tits and my right fingered her pussy. “Such a dirty girl,” I whispered into her ears and she shivered against me.

“Yes, I’m a dirty girl,” she replied as she sat up a bit and then she sat on my lap, with her knees tucked on her side, “I’m your dirty girl. What are you going to do to your ditty girl?”

=== ***Bella*** ===

He pulled my hair back and he started nipping my neck softly, letting his wet lips touch it slightly with little kisses. “I wonder what I should do.” He let my hair go as I met his lips with mine, “do you have any ideas?”

The thing with Chris’ sense of style is it’s kind of dorky, but comfortable for him. He likes to wear cargo pants or shorts, jeans and sometimes those jogging pants. At home, he wears shorts and a tank top. He’s not fashionable or anything unless he has to be. Right now, his cock is pushing up against his cargo shorts and it’s been poking my ass for the past 10 minutes, begging to be released.

The floor is carpeted, thank god, but we’ll probably replace it with hardwood floor sometimes soon so it’s easier on my knees and palm. I got down to my stomach and retrieved his hardening cock from his shorts. It’s still a bit soft, thank god, and I immediately took him into my mouth. That feeling as his cock slowly harden inside my mouth, I fucking love it. I love it when I softly press up with my tongue so I push his shaft or head against the roof of my mouth. I fucking love doing that, and I know he appreciates it.

His salty cock filled my mouth, and he gave me such a fucking hard on for him that I tightened my mouth around his cock. He got up to standing, standing against the wall and I got to my knees and against him. I’m fucking hungry for him, hungry for his cock and what it offers, but I make sure to savor the action to its fullest. Chris grabbed the back of my head and pushed me in deeper into him, making me swallow his cock whole and I could feel it throbbing down my throat. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe and I am loving it and when he finally released me and I took that breath in I feel elation and a high.

I stroke his cock while sucking on the head, watching his face make several expressions of pleasure. I can’t sit on my knees, I’m too tall for it and if I do it his cock is basically tit-level for me. If I’m going to give him a tit-job, sure I’ll sit on my knees. But he’s enjoying my mouth right now, so I’m mostly sitting on my shin instead where my head is crotch level.

He shoved his cock into my mouth again and I couldn’t help but touch myself.

“Stop,” he told me and instantly my hand came off my crotch. He took his cock out from my mouth and he stood me up, kissed me briefly and then started undressing me. He gave my tits a squeeze as he looked at them, like they’re the most precious things in the world, and he made sure to suck each of my nipples and grabbed them with his lips.

“You’re built for sex, Bella. I’m sorry, but you’re body is built to arouse men.”

I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or as an insult, but right now I’m leaning towards compliment. I love hearing how I turn him on, and I’m sure he loves hearing how he turns me on. Honestly, it doesn’t take a lot to turn my keys on, he just needs to either kiss me, call my name sternly, or softly whisper against my ears. Sometimes, I find myself being aroused in the most inappropriate time but I can’t help it.

I gently peel off my romper from my ass, bending down slightly as I slowly, and exaggeratedly, pull and dance for him a little.

He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him while he sat down, allowing my pussy to basically smack him straight in the face. He held me there while his hands roamed my cheeks and his mouth did all the work. Oh, feeling his licking and nibbling, how he sucks and tease my clit. He’s hungry, he’s always hungry and willing to eat pussy unlike most of my ex.

“B-Babe, lay down,” I told him. He did so and I gently lowered my pussy lips on his waiting mouth, grinding my crotch against his face. “Eat it, eat my pussy! Fucking eat it,” I moaned as his hands tightly grabbed a handful of assmeat. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum! Keep going, keep going I’m almost there!”

Chris has been the only one who can continuously make me cum when we’re making love. All of my ex, combined, has made me orgasm maybe 6 times. Chris has done that during our first time sleeping together, and this was him as a virgin too. To date, I believe he has made me orgasm at least two hundred times, only because we pretty much have sex twice a day. He always brings me to climax from eating me out too, and I’m amazed that he’s even willing to do that for me. Three of my four exes did not want to give me oral, and the one other guy would do it only if I ask, never willingly. No, I do not count Joey as an ex in this regard because I refused to have sex with him as a teenager.

When my orgasm finally arrived, I fucking embraced it. My pussy twitched and throbbed, looking for his cock meat to grind and hug against. He made me feel good, made my core tense up and buckle, and I felt my wetness come down and splash against his face, and my lovely boyfriend drank it all up. “S-Sorry! Sorry, Chris! I didn’t mean to do that to you!”

“What? Don’t apologize, that was amazing,” he smiled as he looked up at me then his face disappeared into my thighs again, “I didn’t know you can do that.”

God, he’s amazing. I look down before me to see his cock, dancing with excitement and wet with precum, leaking all over the entrance of his urethra. My hand went over to grasp it and I could feel it burning, it’s so hot and eager. Again, I took him into my mouth, moaning when I felt his hot fuck-stick enter my mouth.

I want him to cum. I want him to feed me his cum. I want it inside my mouth or my pussy, it doesn’t matter. I just want it inside me, for me to absorb and digest. “Baby, fuck me please. I want your big, hot cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard, I want you to fuck me really hard baby. I want you to make me scream. I want you to make me scream your name.”

I bent down in front of him, wiggling my ass for him seductively. “Come on, I know you want to. I know you want to stick that big log inside me. I know you want to stir up my insides and make me cum, make me shake and tremble.”

I felt his hand on my hip, smoothly gliding over my ass as he spreads it and then mash it together, “come on, babe. Don’t tease me. Just stick it in, stick it in please.”

He slowly pushed his head in, but then he takes it out. Meanie! “Babe, don’t tease me! Please, please fuck me! You didn’t fuck me yesterday, come on, don’t tease me. Please, treat me like your fuck toy, please!”

He rubbed the inside of my pussy with his thickness, but not really putting it in. He would slowly enter me, but then pull away. “Baby! Baby, please! I can’t take it anymore! I need you inside me!”

After a minute of me begging for him, begging for his thick hardness to invade me and make me submit to his authority, he finally went inside me. That feeling is like a cold drink after a full day’s hike. Satisfaction cannot even begin to describe it. I can usually hold out on sex for longer, a couple of days. Hell, I lasted two months without him when we broke up, but that was only because I masturbated like crazy just thinking about him. But with him teasing me, teasing my sensitive pussy over and over, it just drove me over the edge.

“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby!” I yelled and he had to hold a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I didn’t care. I wanted to show him just how good he fucks me.

“B-Bella, hold it in babe. I don’t want our neighbors to call the police on us!”

I nodded at him, but then he pushed me over so my ass stuck up. He grunts with each thrust, grunting and moaning while he fucks me nice and well. He took his cock out and flipped me to my stomach, then proceeds to enter me forcefully once again. “You’re so beaitiful, Bella.”

I embraced him so tightly, and kissed him so warmly while his hips pumped against me. The four men that I’ve been does not even amount to a quarter of how Chris makes me feel. He has a way with his affection that makes my heart jump and my pussy wet, and while he does have his shortcomings I believe that just adds to his value as a human being to me.

I started crying against his chest, and he stopped to regard me. “Did I hurt you? Bella, why are you crying?”

“I’m just… I’m just so lucky to have you in my life, Chris. I don’t know how I got so lucky with you, and I’m so dumb and stupid that I didn’t see it in the first place. Do you know how many nights I just lay there, thinking what kind of a person you would be if I wasn’t such a trashcan of a person and abused you?”

“Bella, Bella, babe, look at me. Look at me, alright. That’s in the past now, I need you to stop dwelling in it. We need to move on from that.”

“No! No, I need to come clean with you. I need to, because the guilt is too much for me! Chris, I… I cheated on you during the first week of our relationship.”

He stopped and he looked at me with such wide eyes, “The first week? Why?”

“When we first got together, I wasn’t so sure about us. You weren’t exactly my type, you know. Shorter, a bit on the thin side, and you weren’t great looking. I thought you would be a fun distraction until I meet the next guy.”

He took himself out of me and sat against the wall. I came up and sat next to him, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder while my head rests against his. “So, the first weekend of our relationship, me, Alana and the girls were in a bar. As usual, guys were hitting on us and some of the girls are flirting back. Alana had to go back to her place because she had a shift in the morning. Well, one of the guys was this model looking guy who’s as tall as I am, nice body, and really charismatic.”

He took my hand and rubbed it, trying to soothe me as I’m starting to get anxious. It helped. His touch always helps me. “S-So, that night we made out. We kissed and he was feeling me all over, but I stopped it because I was with you at the time. I told myself that I need to break up with you first and get with this guy. B-But, but I also decided to, at the least, sleep with you t-to, you know, reward you.”

I laid my head down against his thigh, and I felt his hand brush my shoulder and my cheeks. “S-So, that Sunday I slept with you, and that Sunday was the first time, in a long time, where I orgasmed. That night was the first time I came so many times, and so hard too. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe how good you were in bed, and this was despite you being a virgin.”

He gave me a low chuckle, and then pinched my cheeks softly, “but then I’m in a dilemma. Do I stay with you and not call the model? Or go with the model and *hope* he’s better than you in bed, and *hope* his dick can even please me, and satisfy me. Because that Sunday night, you really, really, *really* fucking satisfied me. I mean you touched places that no one ever has, made me want to just not care about the world. You made me cum so hard that I couldn’t walk afterwards, I don’t know if you remember that. You had to help me go to the toilet!”

“I remembered. I wanted to carry you to the toilet, but I wasn’t strong enough yet,” he laughed, but then he took a deep breath in. So I guess you picked me,” he answered for me, and I nodded.

“I need to tell you why I was such a bitch to you and abused you. I don’t think you knew *exactly* why. So, you know about Joey and Laura. Well, I never really got over it. I protected my feelings and my emotions by forcing myself to be emotionally distant to my partners. You mentioned that the first six months we were together was nice for you, but that was because I forgot to protect myself from you. You actually made me forget being a bitch. Then, I remembered. All these thoughts came flooding into my head. ‘He’s going to cheat on me!’ or ‘He’ll leave me for a better girl’. That’s when I started to just use you like you were just a piece of meat to satisfy me, because I started thinking ‘well, he’s going to break up with me anyway so I might as well get mine’ and I stopped taking your feelings into consideration. I loved you so much that I started to hate the thought of you leaving me, but I never really showed how much I loved you.”

I came up and straddled him, grabbing his cock within my hands and stroking him again to get it hard. “I projected a bunch of my insecurities into our relationship, even though you were the best boyfriend I’ve had. You didn’t give me any reason to doubt what we had, but I still found a way to do it.”

And it’s true. Even now where his self-confidence is a lot better that women are flocking to him in droves. Even now, he doesn’t give me a reason to doubt his loyalty to me, to Alana or to Roxanne. He could have slept with his office co-worker and I wouldn’t know it. He could have, but instead he calls his girlfriends over.

“I was honestly not sure about our relationship either,” he admitted, “After the restaurant, and even when you gave me your number, I was really not sure if we were in a relationship. My self confidence was in the shit, I thought you’d eventually move on to a better guy honestly; I don’t even think we were exclusive until a couple of months later.”

I rose up a bit, guided his thick cock into me, and slid myself down. “Oh god, baby!” I moaned as I rocked myself back and forth, “oh god, you’re so good baby!”

“B-Bella. It kind of hurts knowing that you made out with some guy back then, but you know I’m a logical thinker and I can see it from your standpoint, as fucked up as it may be.”

He held my hip down against him and he swirled his cock hip around, which in turn made his cock swirl around inside me. Oh god, I think he made me cum again because I started shaking and I moaned loud and hard. We kissed while my climax made my pussy grind against him, trying to milk him even though my boyfriend hasn’t cummed yet. I’m going to make him cum, I’m going to!

“You didn’t need to tell me that, but I’m glad you got it off your chest.”

As soon as he said chest, he buried himself into mine and started suckling on my tit-meat. Gorging himself in my pillowy mounds while I rode his cock. His hands stayed on my hips as it goes up and down his shaft.

I know he likes to cum inside his girls in missionary or cowgirl, and as soon as he got me on my back his hips bucked wildly against me. I knew he’s going to cum soon, and his hurried breathing paced with mine as I held him. He presse his thighs against mine in an effort to dig in deeper into me, to fucking cum inside me deep and hard. Eventually he’s pounding me like he’s digging for oil.

“B-Baby! Cum inside me, baby! Paint my insides with your cum! You know this pussy belongs to you, you know you can do whatever you want with it.”

He locked his lips against mine as he finally grinds his hop against me. I felt that beautiful explosion hit my inside, washing me with his warm, gooey surprise. “Shit! Shit, baby!” I moaned as I dug my fingertips against his back, raking him with my nails. I hope I didn’t draw blood, though, but part of me thinks he loves that feeling. “Shit! It’s so hot, baby! It’s so fucking hot, flowing inside of me!” My walls contracted against him, hugging his cock tightly and not wanting to let him go. To his credit, he didn’t pull out.

But then, he started pumping his cock into me again. Vigorously, he thrusts inside me and I’m surprised at his eagerness. He’s proven to me that he can go on for a long time, multiple times, that’s one of the reason he can satisfy his girls in one night. “B-Baby! You want to go again? You want to cum again?”

“I need to make you cum,” he said against me.

‘Baby, I came so many times already. You don’t need to do it aga-”

He’s not listening to me. He just started fucking my sore pussy again and again. This is one of the thing I love about him. After he cums, he always makes it a point to give his girls another orgasm. Whether its by fingering us, sucking and eating us, or another round of sex, he will always make his girlfriend cum.

Sometimes it’s to his own detriment. He’s gotten late to work a couple of times because we wanted morning sex. Alana, in particular, loves morning sex and it sets her up for a good mood for the entire day. Roxxy wakes up a bit later than usual, and she’s grumpy that she doesn’t get it as much as she’d like. So, what does my boyfriend do? he gets up a couple of hours earlier than he’s supposed to just so he can fuck us hard. He wakes up Roxxy and fucks her so she doesn’t feel left out. And when we’re nice and satisfied, with pussy full of cum and belly full of his semen, he gets ready for work, we take showers with him and sometimes we suck him off in there or we have sex again, but he washes up himself and us. He gives us our official morning kiss, and then he goes to work.

“God, your pussy is just tightening around me babe,” he groaned as he looked up at me, “it wants more, she’s hungry for more.”

I giggled and held him close against me, “she likes you,” I told him and we kissed once again. “Keep fucking me babe, keep fucking me. I’m almost there, I’m almost there!”

I felt my mind go blank. All thoughts went out the window as I’m left with that feeling of being complete. I took a shivering inhale as my orgasm exploded inside of me and I held him tight as I held my breath inside of me.

When I finally did breathe out it came out of me like a wailing cry of ecstacy and pleasure. I clawed at his back again, trying to climb up to him as my legs kicked and thrashed. He held my whimpering, sniveling, mess of a body and I even tried to fight him off of me as I slapped him and punched him. I even bit his shoulder, but he took it all in.

===

We both laid there on the carpet, with cum dripping out from my worn out pussy and our hands holding one another. We scooched in closer to one another and he held me while I cuddled against him. “This is going to be a very good room,” I sighed as I imagined what our room would look like.

“Yeah? Are we really getting a California king size?”

“Babe, you know we have to get one. Roxxy and Alana is going to ask us why we didn’t get one,” I answered and he just shrugged.

‘I guess we’re getting a California king size, then.”

~ End of Part 36 ~

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