I was standing under the stairs of her apartment, holding a bar of chocolate. It was her birthday, after all, and I told myself I was only there to wish her the best on her special day. Just before ringing the bell, I felt the impulse to turn around and walk away. I guided my finger toward the bell, reminding myself of the last time I had been upstairs. Only two weeks earlier, the night had been sweet, exciting, and passionate, and it had not involved much sleeping.
Wait, hadn't I just told myself I was only there for the chocolate? The thing was, I really liked this girl and, despite the circumstances suggesting we should not have dated each other, my good intentions had been crushed by physical attraction. Thus, the chocolate was both a gesture to express my confusion and, of course, good social practice.
The door buzzed open, and I saw her waving from above. I climbed the stairs and gave Mina a hug that felt funny, one of those hugs you give when you have been intimate with someone but have not yet developed true intimacy.
Judging by her appearance, we were on the same page: she had clearly made an effort not to encourage any sexual expectations from my visit, wearing her glasses, no make-up, and baggy sweatpants. Somehow, she failed.
She could not hide the beauty of her light blue eyes, framed by a shy blond fringe and a straight bob haircut. The baggy trousers fell delicately, hinting at the shape of her round ass and leaving me with nothing but curiosity and the desire to brush my hand across it. Even the jumper tried to conceal her muscular shoulders, toned stomach, and firm, rounded breasts, yet my hands and tongue remembered all too well what they had experienced on her skin.
'How has your birthday been so far?' I asked distractedly.
'It was great! I had some friends over, and we made three different types of cake,’ Mina said enthusiastically while pulling a slice of cake from the fridge that she had saved for me and setting some water to boil for tea.
'That's sweet of you to save me a piece, Mina. I also brought you something sweet for your birthday.'
She smiled warmly, thanked me, and invited me to join her on the sofa beneath her tall bunk bed.
We chatted a little bit about our weeks, until we started talking about some acroyoga tricks we found interesting. I knew what an acroyoga trick and the simple touch would lead to, and there I had to choose, on the spot, whether to take the opportunity, or stick to my initial intentions.
‘It would be really fun to learn a bit better how to base for throne!’ I proposed vaguely.
‘It is really not so hard,’ Mina suggested. ‘I am sure that you can already do it with great form.’
‘Uhm I am not sure. You are experienced and it probably seems easier for you.’
‘Of course you can do it!’ she exclaimed. ‘I bet you would even manage right now.’
A few seconds later, I was on the floor L-shaped, placed my feet on her hip and extended my hands to meet hers. I let her straight body fall forward and scooped her up into an airplane. Mina was parallel above me and a look in her eyes confirmed it would not be long before our mouths would meet. I slowly brought her lower, bringing our heads closer, and brought her feet back to the ground. I relaxed my bent legs outwards, and felt her thighs sliding against mine as she came even lower. It must have been the shortest acrobatics trick in history.
With our noses inches apart, we locked eyes and brought our lips to touch. In that moment, our eyes closed, and we melted in each other’s warmth. Our tongues were dancing halfway, and the lips felt thick and full, bringing a grounding excitement to my crotch. It resulted in a firm erection, which ground against the soft fabric of her trousers. Her hands moved from my hair to my neck, shoulders, and chest, whilst mine explored her back and at last reached the ass. The moment my desire to feel her shape was realised, the wish to grab the butt cheeks became too strong, and soon I cupped and played with that phenomenal ass.
Our passionate kissing did not rush to action, and the situation gently developed as I removed her shirt and moved my hand beneath the sweatpants. Her hands moved on my waist and fiddled with the belt. Mina slowly brought the zipper down, and quickly my erection came up. I craved her so badly.
Her head started moving away from mine, and landed on my chest, my nipple and my abs. She pulled out her tongue and licked downwards, at times slowing down and letting my lower belly experience more of her lips too. Her hands shifted to my knees, and made their way to my inner thighs. It was a gentle touch, a brush, that sent intense signals to my balls. My dick reacted by sustaining itself while pointing upwards, standing in its full strength.
Mina moved the lips to the right of my crotch, kissed my hip and brought a hand to cup my balls. She adjusted her head away from my body and positioned her half-open, seducing mouth in front of the tip of my dick. Slowly, too slowly, she took my penis in, and I was overwhelmed by a feeling of warmth. She then started swinging her tongue under the tip, and brought her other hand on my shaft to strengthen her grip. The movements picked up in pace, and before I knew it I felt the strong energy accumulating in my balls. I gripped her hair with my hands to follow her movement, and my hips started unconsciously moving in the opposite direction as her mouth.
She sucked with her mouth, and I suddenly shouted, ‘Ooooh I’m gonna cum—‘ I could not finish the sentence.
A wave passed through my body, to my balls, and I felt the warm cum pulsing out of my dick. Her sexy mouth was cupped halfway up my dick, and her hand was still moving. After a few pulses, a river of cum started to fall from her mouth; she cupped it and used it to lubricate her hand and further gently stimulate the tip. I quickly released one more spray of cum to her chin, and let my head fall backwards while the feeling was taking over. Mina’s stare was locked on me, and she kept touching me softly until my spasms finished.
In that exact moment, I felt so grateful for that bar of chocolate.
... To be continued
