[C] Futa Infection [Part 1/7(9?)]

[Disclaimer: 7 parts were commissioned, while 9 were planned. Features: Transformation, futanari, femdom, slow burn, facesitting, yuri/lesbian, femdom, and futa on female.]

A normal day, a normal city, a normal life. If anyone were to look down upon this singular event in time, no one would ever have been able to tell that this would be the beginning of a very interesting end of the modern world.

But all good things must come in time.

Our story begins as all good stories do. With an awakening.

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Noelle woke up, feeling like she had just had a very strange dream. She could only recall bits and pieces, mostly like someone had been talking to her, telling her about something. She shook it off, getting up and dressed for the day. Her roommate would already be gone by now, having an earlier shift than she did. So, she’d have the house to herself. So really, she didn’t need to get dressed before heading to the bathroom, she was just going to take her clothes off again anyway, and she was the only one here. But the thought of being caught, being seen naked by her roommate… absolutely not.

[FF] Me (F21) and J (F26) and a dusk to dawn Anniversary fuckfest (Part 1) (Another long one, sorry)

Hi everyone, thank you all for the messages, and the follows. Seriously, I didn’t think I would get people to Follow with what I do with J.

So, a few days ago, I reminded J that we were coming up on the day she fondled me in the car after our night out with our friends. She asked me if she wanted to do something special but nothing came to mind. I mean, once you start fucking a friend you knew from High School, where else do you go exactly?

Well, fast forward a few days, and she texts me when I’m at work with a photo. It said “I want to recreate that night again but, I want really tear you apart. See you soon” I was a bit scared confused on what that means until I took a closer look at her.photo

She wore the same outfit that night. A Green Top with Black bottom shorts and a Blue Jean Jacket, but I noticed something was in her pants. It was a Strap-on. she wanted to fuck me with a dick.

[FM] I (f24) fucked my former boss (53m)

So my old boss was this older guy who worked in an office in a different state than me, but he’d come to my office every few months. He’s a former cop with a wife and a few kids in middle and high school. He definitely looked in good shape for his age, was kinda average attractiveness, but wasn’t really my type in general . But for some reason I found myself fantasizing about seducing him and fucking his brains out every time he would visit my office.

[MFM] My wife lost her virginity to 2 guys on a grad trip (Part 1)

Disclaimer: All parties were 18 at the time of this story

Hey All, Thought I’d share this hot story of how my wife lost her virginity. She told me this story about a year ago and I made sure to ask and write down all of the details so hope you enjoy. It’s quite long so it will have to be broken down into multiple parts and I’m not a natural writer so I apologize in advance.

My wife, we’ll call her Sara, went on a grad trip to Florida with a group of her friends after her senior year of high school. She had 2 close guy friends who were best friends with each other, we’ll call them Luke and Bill. They were exchange students and were both moving back to their home country after the grad trip. She wasn’t necessarily attracted to them, but said they weren’t bad looking and their personalities made them much more attractive. For context, Sara is petite, 5’1, with perky B cup boobs and tight plump ass. She had made out with a few guys at parties before and fooled around but never went further and never had a real boyfriend. She had just started feeling sexy about herself around this time, so she started wearing more dresses and tighter clothes.

[FFM] Living out my bisexual dreams in my boyfriend’s pool

This all happened a few summers ago, but I’ve been thinking a lot of it recently. I thought I’d share.
Early into my relationship with my boyfriend (let’s call him M), I confessed to him that I might be bisexual. Like any good boyfriend, he was gracious to offer me the chance to explore my sexuality while we were together. He offered a one-way open relationship for me to explore with women. As nice of an offer as that was, I knew one of his bucket list items was to have an FFM threesome. I thought the solution was clear, I told him that I was too shy to explore alone and that I would want his support. We agreed to a threesome.
We didn’t know how to find a bisexual, F, our age who would be interested in a threesome. However, one day, M reconnected with an old high school friend of his (lets call her K). While they were catching up, she let slip that she came out as bi. M, in keeping up with the conversation, admitted that I was bicurious. He explained that I wasn’t ready to put a label on my sexuality until I had my experience. M told K that we were looking for a third. Well, a few weeks later, K sent M a message while she was drunk and confessed that she would love to volunteer to explore with me. We were really excited about the offer but were aware that she volunteered herself to explore with me, but not as a third in a FFM. That didn’t discourage us and I told M to tell K that I would love to hook up with her.
The next week, the three of us decided to hang out. M has a pool in his backyard, so we invited K for a swim. K arrives around 9pm, with a bottle of wine and some weed. We all had a few sips and changed into our swimsuits. There wasn’t any action at this stage, but I could tell there was some sexual tension in the air.
At this stage, I think it’s important to describe each of us (for your visual pleasure). I am 5’4″, blonde, slim with a nice ass and a flat stomach. M is 6″ athletic build with dark hair and abs. K is 5’6″, dark long curly hair, and I would describe her as slim thick.
Once we got into our swimsuits, we made our way outside to the pool. It was dark but the backyard lights were on. As we all waddled into the pool and got used to the temperature, K and I looked at each other and started getting giggly. A mix of wine, weed, and sexual tension, we didn’t know how to react – especially with M standing a few feet away with a VERY visible boner. I commanded M to turn off the lights (because we didn’t want to give the neighbours a show) but also it would give K and I a few seconds alone. When he got back, the backyard was pitch black and you could barely see in front of you. That’s when K leaned in and kissed me. Fireworks went off inside me, kissing a girl felt so right. She had soft lips. After about 10 seconds we pulled away, we both looked at M and he had the biggest smile on his face… and his boner somehow got harder.
K and I kissed a few more times, getting more and more confident. We started touching each other’s tits and letting out little moans. At this point, I was drenched… and not from the pool. M came up behind me and pressed his body up against me and I could feel his hard dick under his swimsuit. K was looking at him too. I looked at K and told her, you know you can kiss him to if you want. Both of them looked at me for approval, then at each other, and then leant in for a kiss. It was really sexy seeing her kiss him, I imagined that’s what it looks like when he kisses me. After a moment, he then kissed me. We jokingly tried a three way kiss, which made us laugh more than gave us any pleasure.
Now, that we were getting comfier and hornier, we all started taking turns kissing each other and touching each other. As K kissed me, M unstrung my bikini. As K kissed M, I revealed her tits. Within minutes we were naked in M’s pool. What turned me on the most was going down to finger K for the first time, only to feel M’s hand already firmly exploring K with his fingers.
Having now played as much as we could in the pool, we decided to head back into the house and continue from there. As we got to M’s room, we were half dressed, half naked. We started drying off and all just changing in the middle of the room. M asked me if I liked watching him kiss K. I confessed it was really hot, he then took a seat on his bed, motioned K to come over, placed her naked on his lap, and start kissing her while looking at me. I almost melted. I joined them on the bed.
K, being such a great guest and volunteer, M and I decided to pamper her. We laid her down and took turns eating her out, making time to kiss each other so we could taste K on each other’s lips. M then took over and started eating her out and I could hear by her moans she was getting close. As a good host, I crawled to her mouth and started kissing her and sucking her tits. Within minutes, K came in M’s mouth while moaning into mine. But the show wasn’t over there.
I propped up K and led her to the floor. I told M to sit at the edge of the bed. I started kissing K and jerking off M’s cock. I’ve never felt him harder. I then pulled off of K and motioned her to M’s dick. She obliged. She started sucking M like I’ve never seen before. He started breathing heavy and twitching. She was clearly doing something that I’ve never done before. She then took her mouth and gave me a slobbery kiss that was a mix of her spit and M’s precum. It tasted delicious. I then took my turn sucking M’s dick as M played with K’s tits with one hand and playing with my hair with his other. He warned me he was close, but I didn’t listen. I started sucking harder and harder until M came so much in my mouth. Instead of swallowing like I usually do, I turned to K and started to kiss her. Half the cum transferred in her mouth. Instead of swallowing, we both kept kissing, making a mess of M’s cum on both of our faces and dripping onto our tits and laps.
Once we were done, both K and M wanted to make me cum, but by now we were all exhausted. We collapsed onto the bed and agreed to do this again. Once K left, I told M how happy I was to finally confirm I was bisexual… I also found out I might like watching my boyfriend pleasure another girl. M and I agreed, this wasn’t going to be our last FFM threesome. Since then, we’ve had a few more if you guys liked this story, maybe I’ll share another one with you.

I missed lecture lab and it led towards sex with a classmate [MF]

Keeping the trend of “this was a great memory bank masturbation idea, let’s share it”. Spoiler, the sex doesn’t happen immediately after missing class, but the events that happen due to missing class eventually led towards fucking one of my classmates.

So during PT school, one day had a dentist appointment that would lead me to be coming late to class. I commuted into a city for school, so I was at the mercy of trains after my appointment, I was going to miss nearly the first hour of class. We sit in tables of two so I asked my desk mate, Danielle, if I can grab her notes and if she could run me through whatever lab stuff we did, which she agreed. I get to class, follow into place of what was being covered and went about as usual. As class was wrapping up and we were splitting for lunch, I asked if we could run through the lab stuff before the next lecture after we finish eating. Danielle said not today, but tomorrow would be easier for her, so we agreed for the following day.

Fucking my high school crush [MF30+][big tits][big ass][cheating wife]

I felt very emotional coming back to my hometown. I left as a bullied outsider and now I’ve come back as a successful businessman.

I was returning to town to attend a friend’s wedding so I decided to turn it into a road trip with my brand new Lamborghini. It absolutely guzzled fuel so right outside town I had to stop and buy some more.

When I walked in to pay I was absolutely shocked. My high school crush was behind the counter. Jemma was the hottest girl in school and damn she aged well. She had her long platinum blonde hair tied up into a ponytail and she stared me down with her dark hazel eyes.

“Number 6 please mam” I said.

She punched in the number on her computer and said: “Do I know you sir?”

“I had a feeling I recognised you when I walked in. My name’s Billy, I think we went to the same high school”

“Of course Billy! Oh my Lord, I haven’t seen you in gosh thirty years”

“Yeah I left town after graduating…”

The craziest sex experience I had in my life… [MF]

**”EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS 18+”**

I’m 46 and I still get off thinking about the sex I had with a dude I hooked up with a few times when I was 19,

He was a few years older than me. We went on a couple of dates and hooked up once before.

I was at his apartment for maybe the second time, laying on his bed in shorts and a tank top.

We had been making out for a few minutes when he asked me if I had any kinks fantasies.

It gave me butterflies everywhere.

I’d always been interested in BDSM and stuff like that but my boyfriends in high school didn’t know much about anything so I hadn’t really gotten what I needed. So I told him.

I even wouldn’t mind toys and stuff.

Then I took the rest of my clothes off while he got out red and black cuffs for my wrists.

And my ankles which were soft were held together by a chain that clipped on either side, a gag, and a blindfold.

Team Slut [Yes, Captain Part II] [Body Writing] [Bully] [Ff] [Humiliation] [Straight to lesbian?] [Lesdom] [Power imbalance] [Sports team] [Masturbation] [Cunnilingus]

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/vividwiththequill/comments/131gmgf/team_slut_yes_captain_part_ii_body_writing_bully/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Seeing herself on her screen in that position was embarrassing enough, but the thought of her team captain having that video at her disposal was even worse. Despite the fear that clung to her like glue, she couldn’t help but feel turned on at the fact her teammate could do whatever she liked with the video…or even whatever she liked with her.

She didn’t hesitate to provide her address, her hands shaking, and she was unsure whether her trembling was due to fear or to excitement. She glanced around the condo her parents had invested in for her. After all, it made more sense to them to invest in a new property and let her use it rather than paying for an apartment or the university dorms. She nitpicked at little messes as she waited in anticipation. Would her bully harm her? Would she touch her? What should she expect?

She slipped into the bathroom, gasping at the cold tile on her bare feet. She’d been so focused on Harper coming over. One quick swipe with a bit of toilet paper showed Maya just how aroused she had become while thinking about who was coming over. She wiped off her labia so that she wouldn’t be so uncomfortable down there. She still wasn’t sure what would go down, so she didn’t want to have her panties soaked too soon.

I (F20’S) was feeling really needy after some rough sex and went to him (M20’s) for some aftercare (AFTERCARE)

Trust is not one thing, it’s many.
The way you trust a friend.
The way you trust family.
The way you trust a lover.
The way you trust a guy to tie you up, naked, and hurt you. The way you trust him to please you. The way you trust him to stop.
But all those trusts and all of intimacy is nothing compared to aftercare.
Aftercare is the thing that happens when you look at someone and say “My soul is hurting, please heal it”
My soul.
After two days of being denied and berated… after two years of being hurt and empty… my soul is broken. It’s not just my heart or my mind, you see? It’s not just feelings or logic. It’s something else… something deeper.
Something deep in me is bleeding so hard it’s translating into tears falling down my cheeks.
Help me.
Heal me.
And that he does.
“Tessie! What happened?” he looks worried. Of course he does, I must have a swollen face and tears all over.
“Trev?” I hesitate, standing at his door “You know… y-you know how you always say that this kink takes its toll on us, even when we don’t notice?” 
Please, don’t deny me right now.
“God, Tess, baby” he sounds so good, tears fall harder “Come here, sweetheart”.
I come.
He holds me.
Help me.
Heal me.
He kisses me.
The kiss I’ve been asking for days. The kiss I’ve been afraid to admit I’ve been dreaming about.
It’s better than I remember.
I guess we never kissed all that much two years ago.
I kiss him back. I give him my lips and my tongue and my heart.
You’d think he’d keep me close and reassure me. Instead, he chooses to undress me. But… He’s the expert, right? Take care of me.
It happens slow… Trevor takes off all my clothes and all of his, like he’s done so many times before. And yet this time, it’s different. There’s no sex in his movements, there is no… naughtiness. It’s so strange, to have a man take off all your clothes and have it not be about sex. I don’t think I have ever been undressed like this before: with such gentle care.
“Here” he whispers, warm and quiet “Let’s get this out of the way”.
He strips me of everything like an Egyptian priest about to bathe his Goddess. There is adoration in every single one of his moves. Devotion. His body is always hunched and leaning towards mine, not in his usual dominant you-belong-to-me ways but in a peaceful I-belong-to-you stance. His head is bowed, his movements are slow. Caressing me as my clothes fall off piece by piece.
A quick peck on my shoulder. A slow kiss on my cheek.
We are both completely naked, holding each other so sweetly I keep having to remind myself to open my eyes. Our noses brushing together. I want another kiss.
“Come with me?” his fingertips keep sliding up and down my back. Up. “I’m gonna give you a shower, hm?” and down.
I nod with a shy little smile and he kisses my cheek and my brow before pressing his nose against mine like he is trying to kiss me with nothing but it.
There is something about noses, isn’t there? They aren’t as intense as lips, but they build up tension like little else.
It’s like when something bad happens but you don’t wanna cry in front of others. You are so sad, you feel your nose burn and your eyes water but you hold it in. You keep holding it in until you are alone and then you can hold no more. Tears burst out uncontrollably.
Noses are the same.
I want to kiss him. I want to kiss him so bad my nose burn and my eyes water, but I couldn’t do it in front of others so I had to hold it in. And I did! Until the noses touch. His forehead is pressed against mine and our noses brush by each other like lovers of their own.
I am naked.
He is naked.
I am only faintly aware of my wetness or his hardness.
I forget about pussies and cocks and tits and ass. All I feel are our noses.
I breath in and smell him.
If you could bottle up Trevor’s natural scent, it would work as female Viagra. He smells like a man. Like a hard fucking man who can build you a house out of rocks and hunt you a lion for supper before fucking you until your knees go numb.
I slide my nose down to his neck and breathe him in.
He smells of salt. Water.
He smells of denied kisses and painful clamps.
He smells of cuddles under the blanket and stolen smiles.
I want another kiss.
“Trev?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“K…”
But I don’t have to ask anymore. His mouth covers mine and his tongue is so gentle that (by this kiss alone) you’d never guess he is a sadistic dominant.
In my mouth, he feels vanilla.
He feels like the guy you marry after dating since high school.
And… I like it?
I didn’t think I was into this anymore.
For the last two years I thought I wasn’t into softcore. I thought pain and punishments were my kinks. Turns out I was wrong: apparently, all I’m into is Trevor.
Trevor is my kink.
He rubs his thumbs on my cheeks while the kiss goes on and on, and for the life of me I don’t understand why we didn’t do this all the time two years ago.
He must feel the same way cause his kiss never ends. He holds my waist, taking us to the bathroom, tripping over each other if we have to as long as the lips never part. God, I wanna live here forever.
In this bathroom, in this hotel. In these arms.
He takes us both under the running water and it drips into our kiss.
“Is the temperature ok, sweetheart?” he asks, checking the water.
That’s kind of him to worry, but I’m sad the kiss is over.
“A little cold” I snug up to him. I feel so fucking needy, I could trade all my dignity for a really tight hug right now.
He has this sweet boyish giggle.
“What is it with women and boiling water?” he changes the temperature so the water starts running hotter “Jesus Christ, you’ll scald me” he wiggles under the shower like he is terrified of it and it’s so comfortable watching my serious bossy Trev act silly.
I can’t hold back a laughter.
“You laugh now, but you’ll have to drive me to the hospital. Second degree burns, I tell you. Women are crazy”
“Don’t be a baby. This is much better” I put my hair under the stream to make a point and he pulls me in so quick it startles me.
I let out a tiny squeak as he kisses my face, my arms, my neck, my hands.
Kiss me again, Trev. Take my tongue again.
This time, he doesn’t.
Is it possible to be horny and needy just for a kiss?
“Crazy woman. Boiling me like a potato”
“You can wait outside, if you can’t take it”
“No, no” he runs his fingers through my hair and looks at me like he plans to love me forever “It’s worth it”
Those blue eyes. That beard. That smug smile filled with sweetness. 
Oh, God, I’m lost.
“You sure?” I bite him a little bit.
“Yeah. Who needs skin, right?”
My bite on his lip is more than he can handle, he moves his mouth to take mine again and I give it to him. I want another kiss. This one isn’t even done yet and I already want another.
And another.
He pulls me softly under the running water and I press my breasts against his chest.
Intimacy.
He showers me and this word keeps hovering all around me. Intimacy of a different kind. It’s not just sex. It’s not hardcore kink. Giving someone a shower is a different kind of bonding. And I don’t mean having sex under the shower… I mean actually giving someone a shower.
Washing their body. Running your hands over their wet skin. Soaping them up until there’s bubbles.
Trevor is very diligent in his washing. He starts with the shampoo, massaging my scalp so tenderly my head starts to bob all around.
“I don’t use conditioner” he looks around and gets a little white bottle with the hotel logo on it “There’s some of this hotel stuff, but I don’t know girls and their hairs… can I use this?”
“How do you not use conditioner?”
“I’m a boy”
“Boys don’t use cond… nevermind” I laugh and give up “Yeah, you can use that”
He has no idea how to comb through my conditioned hair and it is so fucking adorable to watch him try that I want to bite him.
My tits are wet, naked and available and he barely looks at them. He just bites my smile, looks for my eyes and focus very hardly on whatever it is he is trying to do with my hair. I need to help him towards the end.
“No, no, I got this” he tries to push me away, but… trust me: he does not get this.
Our fingers intertwine as we collectively try to run them through my hair and he keeps stealing kisses here and there, to the point where I’m smiling like a fool.
“My turn” I get the shampoo bottle but he resists me.
“No, tonight we just take care of you” he strokes my hair and I just wanna move my whole life to this point in time and space and never ever leave.
“But I want to”
“You want to?”
I want to wash your hair.
I want to shower you.
I want to kiss you.
I don’t ask anymore.
I lean in and Trevor smiles, waiting for my eager lips. Waiting for me to be in charge for a change. I put my arms around him, holding in place so I can kiss him long and hard. So I can taste him slowly, killing this thirst I’ve been feeling for two years.
“Please, can I?” I’m as sweet as he is. As loving as he is. Felling his lips on my lips and his tongue on my tongue and his soul on my soul. 
Trevor gets lost in it, just like me. Maybe more. Moving his head to get more and more of my tongue. He closes his eyes to feel me and never opens them back up even after I let go of the kiss.
“Can I?” I ask again.
He nods, eyes still closed, like he is only vaguely aware of what my question is.
“You can do whatever you want to me” he whispers, out of breath, and it doesn’t sound like a permission. It sounds like a prayer. Like a confession.
He needs to keep on leaning and hunching so I can properly shampoo and wash his hair and by the time I’m done, we’re both laughing.
“No conditioner right?” I ask.
“No. Makes my hair oily”
“Oily?” I laugh.
He nods so many times, like a cute little smart ass, getting closer and closer with every nod until the nods are making our noses collide.
He gives me a kiss. A quick one.
I need more.
God, I’m addicted.
Then it’s the soaps.
His. On my body.
Mine. On his body.
He watches me wash him. Caressing my hands and arms as they work. Kissing the very tip of my nose.
Why couldn’t I have met you in a bar somewhere?
On Tinder or a friend in common?
Why did it have to be like this?
“To the bathtub” he decides after we are both soap-clean. I didn’t even notice he was filling it up, but there you go!
There’s hot water and deliciously smelling bubbles. He goes in first so I can lay on his chest and remember when I said I never wanter to leave the bathroom? Well, I’d like to be specific: I never want to leave this bathtub.
He hugs me and kisses the top of my head.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
“I’m better, I’m sorry I showed up like that”
“Tess, don’t apologise” there are some bubbles in my eyebrows and he shoos them away with his fingers “I’m glad you came. Really glad. I could never trust you when it came to aftercare”
“Why not?” I protest.
“Cause you run. Far and often” he kisses the top of my head again and I snuggle on his chest.
“I don’t! I just never needed it before” I run my fingernails down his arm, scratching him very slightly.
“Well, what if I need it?” he whispers, leaning our heads so our noses can go back to their dance.
“You need me to take care of you after you spank and belittle me?” I laugh.
“No… I need to take care of you after I spank and belittle you. I love punishing brat Tess. But I also love this” he hugs me so tight I feel my neediness shrink.
Fuck me, this is good.
This is too good.
I turn on my side so I can sink my nose on his neck while he still cuddles me. Our bodies intertwined, under a blanket of hot water.
“What if I don’t run anymore?”
He sighs and laughs.
“We both know you will”
I can feel his heart beating on my skin.
I don’t want to run anymore.
Fuck it.
“Trev” I stop his laughter with a serious tone. I gulp. I stare at him “What if I don’t run anymore?”
His smile freezes on his face as he understands what I’m trying to say. He touches my face. My hair. Inspecting my eyes. He’s so gentle and at the same time so cautious because he wants this, but he’s afraid to have it be taken away again.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… what if I don’t run anymore” I hold his shoulders really tight “What would we do?”
His breathing pattern changes. He is staring at me like he is trying to find out if I’m joking. His eyes are so pretty. You never really think about how much life you can see on someone’s eyes until they bright up like Trev’s just now.
“Tess” his voice sounds fragile “Please, don’t play with me. Not on this”
“I’m not playing”
“You’re not?” he holds my face in his hands. Trevor looks like he can’t breath, like I have a chain around his lungs and his only chance for oxygen is if I say the right words and set him free.
“What would we do?” I ask “I mean… your dad, my mom, and…”
“Nothing” he holds me closer “We would do nothing right now” Trevor is large and strong, but at that moment, I wasn’t noticing either of those things. All I could feel was his skin. Not the strength of his muscles or the naughtiness of his touches… All I feel is his skin. He is holding me like he is wrapping me so I can feel his smooth wet skin all around me. His warmth soothing my body better than the hot bath.
“It’s your sister’s wedding in a week. The rest of the family and guests are arriving tomorrow. Neither one of us wants to take attention away from that. So… right now, we do nothing. But next week…” he adds and then a smile melts his face “Next week, you have dinner with me”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah. A proper date” his nose is back on mine. Brushing it, Caressing it. How do people survive this without kissing? I keep leaning my mouth trying to press my lips on his. It feels like a strength of some kind drawing me to him. Like gravity. Like magnetism. Like a black hole of Trevor that will leave no part of Tessa untouched. “You dress up” he pinches my chin “I pick you up and take you to some poorly lit romantic restaurant. Then we go back to my place and…” he shrugs “There will be no pressure. Maybe nothing will happen. But Tess…” his smile is so beautiful. I can’t stop a smile of my own “If something happens, it could be… amazing”
It could.
It really could.
“So… a date?”
“Yeah. A date. And then we see” we are whispering on each other’s smile.
I feel a shiver and he holds me in.
“Don’t be like this” he reads something into my shiver “What’s the worst that can happen? It won’t work out, things between us will be weird and someone will find out? We’re already there!” he points out and he’s not wrong “But if we try it… we can find out if there’s anything worth fighting for”.
It’s my turn to nod like silly until our noses are together again.
“Yeah?” he asks with a sigh of relief. The sigh of a man who really wasn’t expecting the conversation to go that way.
“Yeah. I’ll have dinner with you in a week” I say and he bites my smile, then he kisses it. I close my eyes and I don’t open them, even after the kissing is over.
I understand what he was on about… I’d let him do whatever he wants to me as well.
“One week. Put that on your schedule, Tessa”
“One week!”
“Maybe clear the whole weekend, you know?” his hands slide down my body “Just in case”
“Just a weekend?” I love having his touch on me like this.
“Maybe a month or two” and then he…
How is he doing this?
It’s his attitude. Did you notice it?
Everything about Trevor is sweet right now. Everything. His voice, his tone, his words, his movements, his kisses… Everything except for the Fucking Finger. That one single fucking finger that finds my pussy and teases it.
We are cuddling in a hot bath, being lazy and sweet, talking about having dinner… and yet that finger finds the one sensitive spot in my pussy and flicks.
“I though this was aftercare” I pant.
“It is” do you hear his tone? It’s like I just asked him I though your hair was dark and he said well, it is.
He sounds like the next thing out of his mouth will be “what the hell are you on about?”
But instead, he just keeps quiet. Silently fingering my pussy under the bubbles.
Now… I think it goes without saying but, for good measure, I’ll say it anyway: I am very fucking hot for Trevor. That’s my default mode: He exists near me? I am turned on.
However, I am extremely tired. Not physically, but emotionally. Hell, that’s the whole reason I’m even getting aftercare at all, right? Cause I was feeling so bad I came and asked for it.
“I don’t think I’m in the mood, Trev” I whisper “I don’t think I have the energy to build up to an orgasm right now”
“You’re thinking about it wrong” he kisses me anywhere his lips can get me. His finger is still caressing my clit.
“How so?” Ok, this feels good regardless.
“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, of course. But this isn’t sex. This is just… touching”. You know in those old movies where the Devil pops up and says it’s just a simple deal? Yeah, they always sound A LOT like Trevor does right about now.
“This touching feels a lot like sex, babe”
He laughs.
“Tess, relax”
“I am. I’m just saying that…”
“No, you’re not relaxed. Your thighs are all tense”
“Well, yeah? You’re fingering me? I might not be in the mood, but I am alive and you have some good fucking fingers”
“Tessa, relax your thighs”
“Trevor, stop touching me and I will”
“Heaven’s sake, woman, will you please do as you’re told once in your life without being threatened with a belt?”
I jokingly sink my elbow in his stomach and he holds me tight. It’s not dominant Trevor… dominant Trevor would have me doing things his way in a second. This is sweet Trevor… he’ll wait.
“I honestly have no idea what you want from me”
He puts his arms around me in such a way that he’s grabbing my tits. Only, he’s not really grabbing them? I have no idea how Trevor does this. There’s contrast to everything he does.
Dominant Trevor is hard as fuck, he talk dirty and intense and yet his tone always sound so sweet and caring. His kisses on my forehead as he spanks me are always tender.
Sweet Trevor is the opposite. He is loving and patient. Everything about him is comfortable like a life-sized Trevor Plushie. But he can keep up that one touch in my pussy like he is teasing me with intent to punish me soon enough. He can hold me like he loves me but keep his hands on my tits like he wants to fuck me raw.
Hard and gentle. At the same time. Always.
I have no idea how he does it. I can barely explain it. But I can feel it though. Oh, God, I can feel it.
“I want you to stop rushing to an orgasm, babygirl” he moans, keeping me close and safe “I want you to feel my finger in you as if I was stroking your hair or pinching your chin. Just a little quiet touch while we’re in this bath together. Forget about the orgasm”
“Are you gonna edge me during afterc…”
“Tessa, this is not sex. Stop thinking about sex.” the finger that was once teasing me goes in. Slowly. Quietly.
I tense up.
For something that is not sex this sure feels a lot like sex.
“Relax your thighs, c’mon baby, you can do this”
Look… have you ever tried relaxing with a man’s finger inside your pussy?
Not easy.
But I take a deep breath (the deepest of breaths) and very very slowly, I start to relax. My legs feel lighter, me knees bend just a bit as I spread myself open.
“That’s my girl”
“Trev…”
“Forget about the finger. Just focus on my voice” again: not easy. I know I said I have no energy for sex right now, but the finger is really fucking good. Trevor isn’t one of those hasty men that just shove his finger inside you hard as a piece of wood, you know? Trev is the kind of guy that understand fingers are not supposed to be like… smaller cocks, cause they can move in a way a cock can’t. So he hooks them in, and moves them inside, caressing me like he is trying to drag something out. My orgasm, that’s what he’s trying to drag out.
“Tessa, stop thinking about orgasms”
“Jesus, how did you know that’s what I was thinking?”
“You’re moaning”
Was I?
I honestly didn’t notice.
Trevor isn’t fingerfucking me, he is… finger-making-love to me? Is that a thing?
It’s so sweet. The touch. Inside me.
“Just focus on my voice. Forget the finger”
“I can’t forget the finger” I cry out.
“Yes, you can. God” he moans, I fucking love his moans “You are so beautiful. Earlier today, in the shower by the pool, I wanted to kiss you so bad. But… I always want to kiss you, it’s like a disease” I do as he said and focus on his voice. His harsh deep voice “My perfect, beautiful Tess” he smells me, hugging me so close “Why did you get upset, hm? What made you come here?”
I open my mouth to answer him and the first thing out is a quiet little moan.
“I was feeling used” I whimper “And lonely”
“You were not used, baby. I would never. You are so important to me. I think about you every night before I go to sleep, trying to convince my brain to let me dream about you. Cause if you’re not there when I close my eyes, then I’m just rushing to wake up again, so I can be with you”
“Trev…”
“I mean that. Every single fucking word, Tessie. I don’t know how you did it, but you built yourself a home inside my head and my heart. That’s where you live now”
“Yeah?” I snug up against him, feeling his attention fill the needy hole I have inside.
“Just now when you said you wouldn’t run anymore? That you’d have dinner with me? I feel like I’ll be smiling all year” I turn to hold his face in my hands. He looks so real. Genuine. His smile. His eyes. His tone. “I love hate fucking you, babe. I love taming you and punishing you. I love spanking you until that beautiful ass of your turns a sweet shade of red. But this?” his nose is on mine “This is something else” he loses his breath and kisses me with a gasp “Don’t deny me aftercare anymore, ok?”
“I won’t” I promise.
“Good. My girl. My Tess” his whispers are so good. He makes me feel loved. The finger inside me carries on. For twenty minutes, half an hour… he keeps caressing me inside my pussy. At one point I think his hand got tired and then he just swapped hands. But he never stopped. Never.
I forgot about the finger even though my body could still feel it.
I focused on his words and my body could feel those just as well.
Wordfucking me. Showering me with compliments, using all the right words to let me know that nothing in the world could ever matter to him as much as I do.
And orgasm does come.
It’s not powerful, world shattering, ripping me apart like he usually does.
It’s peaceful.
Quiet.
Shy.
A small climax that arrives without being noticed. It just happens. I’m just there.
He took me there. Effortlessly.
The water turned cold but we don’t care. I lick my lips and lean my head back over his shoulder.
A small orgasm.
But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Are you feeling better?” he whispers, so low even us moving in the water is louder than he is.
“I’m feeling perfect”
I can feel his smile on my ear.
“Come to bed”
“I should go back to my room, Trev, before anyone notices”
“Nobody is gonna notice. You’re staying here with me tonight, Tess, you just promised you wouldn’t fight me”
“But the aftercare is over!”
“Are we after sex? Yes. Am I caring for you? Yes. How is it over?”
“Oh God” I smile and he bites my lip, helping me out of the water.
He dries us both before taking us to bed.
I get to wear one of his shirts, it smells like him so I keep it pressed against my nose, breathing it in.
“Oi. Are you gonna make love to that shirt?”
“Are you jealous?”
“Little bit”
“It smells like you” I giggle, hugging the shirt really tight.
“You know what else smells like me? Me.” he grabs me and spoons me while I laugh.
“Yeah, but the shirt isn’t a smart ass” I tease.
“Tessa?”
“Yeah?”
“Shush”
I laugh a little more before sinking into his arms and the blankets. It’s so good and warm in here I think I’m never getting up. Nat is gonna have to find another bridesmaid cause this one is gonna stay in this bed until she does everything with…
Oh God.
“Nat’s wedding” I whisper.
“Hm?” Trevor’s eyes are already closed.
“Trevor!”
“Trevor is sleeping. Shh”
“Trev, we’re gonna have to keep our hands off each other until the wedding. We can do that, right?”
“We really really can’t. But if you wanna hold on to hope, go for it”
“What if there’s a little incentive?” I turn to face him.
He opens one eye.
“I’m listening”
“How about… whoever doesn’t break gets to pick the first thing we try”
“What?”
“From the lists we made” I say “Whoever touches or makes a move on the other one first, loses. The winner gets to pick which thing on the lists we do first”
I love my plan and I think this kinda stuff is right up his alley. But Trevor just has a weird face when he says:
“I don’t know, Tessa. I don’t wanna move right now” he pulls me closer.
“How about we start tomorrow?”
“Hm” he shrugs, burying his face in my neck “Then you have a deal”
“You’ll lose, you know that, right?”
He laughs so hard he shakes the bed.
“You should sleep, baby. You’re tired. You’re hallucinating”
I have a silly smile. I’ll have this silly smile all night.
“Trev?”
“Hm?”
“You only told me four things. What’s the number 5 on your list?”
His voice is so warm when he says:
“You’ll find out”.
I let him wrap me in his arms and kiss my neck until I fall asleep.
Everything feels perfect when we wake up.
My perfect morning.
I immediately jump away from him signalling that our deal is on. He arrives for breakfast like he means business. He’s wearing a blue shirt that makes him look tasty and those fucking tattoos are doing it for me every time.
“Morning” I say.
“Morning” he says.
I can’t wait to start finding ways to tease him.
And I really can’t wait for next week.
This could work.
This could actually just… work.
Trevor breathes in like he is about to say something naughty but…
“Pumpkin!” I jolt when I hear his voice behind me.
That’s not Trevor.
I’m pumpkin. Nat is pickles. Annie is plum. Don’t ask me why, I have no idea.
“Dad!” I hug him really hard. He is tall and strong. Not as tall and strong as Trev, but he’s my dad so, to me, he’ll always look like a super hero.
He pinches my cheeks:
“Hi darling, how are y…” and then his smile disappears. His face turns sour. “Trevor?” he squints his eyes to the man behind me.
“Colin?” Trevor recognises my dad.
Wait.
“You two know each other?” I laugh.
“Unfortunately” dad mutters underneath his breath.
What the hell?
I didn’t read the room. In fact, I read the room so wrong I am a room illiterate.
Trevor is dead quiet.
Dad is dead quiet.
They stare at each other like they can’t explain everything that would need to be explained.
“Uh? Boys? What’s going on?”
“What are you doing here?” dad asks him.
“I am a groomsman”
“A grooms… at Natalie’s wedding?”
“Dad, Trevor is Paul’s son. You know? Mom’s Paul”
Dad’s face is even worst.
He never really got over mom. Which means he never really got along with Paul.
“Of course he is. Apple doesn’t fall far, uh?”
“Colin, this is not the time or the place for…”
“Guys, what’s going on?” I ask.
“Nothing, pumpkin. Why don’t you come with me?” he drags me away from a Trevor that suddenly looks very pale and very panicked.
What the fuck is happening in my perfect morning?
“Dad, what’s going on?”
“Just stay away from that man, Tessie. He’s terrible news”
Oh, this is great.
Really really great.