Part 5

I almost passed out. I was exhausted, dehydrated in a way I had never known, so happy, so fulfilled, and so guilty. And then a part of me admitted “I don’t care, that was incredible” and the game was on.

After a few more hang-outs turned 3 hour fuck sessions, it became obvious our biggest delight was in making each other cum. Any excuse to meet up and do so was good enough.

We fell into a routine of texting about it first, telling each other all the things we wanted or wanted to do to each other. Building the anticipation before making it to the same location was super sexy. I’d be dripping wet before he arrived and he’d jack off for hours before seeing me just so he’d last longer and he did last so long.

Sometimes I’d even try to pretend like we weren’t going to fuck, like I was going to be “good” and leave. He’d get me against the door and slowly kiss and grope me until I was trembling. He’d slide his hand into my pants and finger my pussy until I couldn’t stand up on my own and then make me beg for it, which I did until he provided me with what I needed.