It was around 1am on a Saturday night, when my boyfriend [24] and I [23] stumbled in the door from a night of drinking and laughing at a friends house. It was the typical, once a month, spur of the moment get together. Topics included music, sports, arguing over politics, more music, and as everyone increasingly feels the liquid courage in full swing, sex becomes the topic. Anything about it, really- preferences, positions, kinks, jokes, etc.
It always strokes my ego a bit when I over hear my bf talking about our sex life. It’s like getting an A+ on a test you studied hard for. That night, the topic was especially interesting for me because it was about something I had only recently “achieved”; squirting. Hearing him boast about the waterfall that my pussy turned into just merely a week prior was arousing me. Another hour of alcohol-fueled sex talk and I shot him a look. He must have known by the look in my eyes that I was restless to get home. The drive back home is only about 12 minutes, but it felt like an hour and 12 minutes. The combination of the vibration of the car and his hand lodged between my two thighs was making my clit throb.