Girlfriend
Carrie stumbled toward her car, and after ten grueling minutes of searching her own hand for her keys—which were already in it—I finally called her a taxi.
“Thanks, babe,” she muttered with a sweet, sleepy smile as I helped her into the cab, tossing a few bills to the driver to get her home. Anna’s dazed, drifting mind, barely registering the soft, unconscious way she clung to me.
I carried her carefully to my bike, gently setting her on the seat while I pulled a hair tie from my wrist, braiding her curls out of her face.
When I was done, I slid my helmet over her sleepy head.
I held her upright as I climbed onto my bike, feeling every inch of her little body pressed against mine.
Her arms instinctively wrapped around my waist, gripping me tight as I navigated through the parking lot at a slow, steady pace.
Once we hit the interstate, my hand stayed on her thigh, steadying her as I wove through the night traffic that had nothing better to do than crawl forward at nearly three in the morning.
Seeing the huge PineRidge sign, a fleeting thought crossed my mind—I almost wished I didn’t have to take her home.
But reality hit hard. We had school, obligations, and I couldn’t afford to miss another day.
Court mandates weighed heavy, and I rolled my eyes, pulling over onto a quiet side street to carry her back to her house.
The way she leaned into me made it easier to carry her piggy-back style, but every step was a tease—her sheer fabric brushing against my back, the heat of her skin seeping through, igniting something wild inside me.
Girlfriend. That word bounced around my mind like a pinball—spinning, reckless, unstoppable.
Nothing would be wrong with kissing her. The dark laugh in my throat rumbled deep as I gently set her down just outside her window. Carefully, I pried it open, warm air spilling out into the night as I looked at her.
Cradling her cheek in my hand, I leaned in softly, giving her a feather-light kiss. She smiled drowsily, her eyes half-closed, and I whispered, “Come on, sleeping beauty, time to climb back through the window.”
She looked at me, then at the window, hesitating for a moment before stepping up.
As she bent over to slip inside, I got the most glorious view—her rounded ass wiggling enticingly into the room.
My lips pressed into a hard line, but I couldn’t help the breathless rush of desire that shot through me.
She straightened up, fixing her skirt, and I didn’t bother hiding my gaze—I was completely captivated, turned on just by the memory of that perfect, tempting shape.
When I hesitated and didn't rush to follow her through the window, a flicker of sadness crossed her face—her pouty lip trembling just enough to break my heart.
That vulnerable, longing expression made it impossible to turn away.
I sighed deeply, my chest heavy, as I finally stepped through the window and into her room.
Her giggle erupted like a soft bubble of joy, but I could sense the haze of alcohol still clouding her mind, making her even more fragile, more real.
“Stay with me,” she murmured, her voice yearning, as she slowly slid her skirt down her legs—the gesture so intimate, so raw, it felt like an echo of her soul.
Every conscious thought vanished as I watched her undress, every fiber of my being drawn helplessly into her.
She was an open vulnerability, a flame I couldn’t resist, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but staying close to her, holding onto this fleeting, intoxicating connection.
I froze completely, rooted to the ground as she silently tiptoed closer to me.
My entire being was suspended in anxious anticipation, breath held tight in my chest. And then, in that moment, her eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam, igniting a fire within me that burned brighter than any words could express.
Her lips hovered just above mine, tender and electric, as she leaned into me with a longing that was impossible to ignore.
I could have pulled away, played it safe, but she chose me—her eyes burning with desire, her heart craving what only I could give.
She wanted me with a fierce, undeniable passion, and in that moment, everything else faded away.
I pulled her close, my hands possessively cupping her frame, anchoring us together in a suffocating embrace as I gently but insistently backed her towards her bed.
My lips never left her skin, trailing tender kisses as we tumbled backward onto the softness of the mattress.
My knee deliberately opened her legs, my body pressed against hers, igniting sparks that threatened to set everything aflame.
She was pulling at my shirt, her fingers fumbling with reckless urgency, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her clumsy attempts—her senses still clouded by alcohol, by longing, an unfiltered desire.
Her delicate sunflower necklace swayed gently between us as I pressed my lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss, feeling every bit connected to her.
Finally, I managed to slip free of my jeans, and in that instant, nothing stood between us. I felt everything—the heat of her body pressing into mine, the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat as it pounded wildly in harmony with my own.
“You look incredible,” I confirmed softly, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, then along her jawline, reverent and full of admiration.
She gasped, a blush igniting across her cheeks, and I smiled—my heart swelling with a mixture of longing and awe.
I placed another tender kiss, tracing across her face and down her body, lost in the intensity of the moment, every touch, every breath, fueled by a passion that burned brighter than words could express.
She shoved my head downward across her body in a frantic urgency that electrified my senses.
I trailed kisses down her stomach pausing at her belly button to gaze into those deep ocean eyes.
My hands glided across her body and up to her breasts as my face sank lower between her thighs.
Without any hesitation my tongue darted across her sensitive clitoris without regard.
Flicking and swirling my tongue in a slow circular pattern.
My fingers traced her dusty rose nipples in the same slow tease.
I heard gasps and small moans slip out of her as she tried to angle her hips to give me more access.
Chasing her clitoris with my tongue I trailed my hand across her abdomen and in between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the tip of my finger. Her wetness coating the tip of my finger as I glided around her labia as her juices soaked my face.
Anna’s hips bucked trying to find friction against my teasing finger but I was too enamored by her. Like it was some sort of spell she casted over me.
“Please,” she whimpered, her thighs trembling in anticipation, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. My tongue lashed against her as her thighs clamped around my ears.
My finger slipped inside her soft wet wall, hammering against her g-spot.
Her nipple rolled between my thumb and forefinger as I sucked at her clit like a dying woman.
Truth was I was starved for her touch and I would not let her go until I had my fill.
Her soaked pussy clenched against my finger as everything tightened.
Her breaths became uneven, frantic. Her hands tangled in my hair both trying to pull me closer and shove me away.
Broken pleas filled the room as I continued to light her body ablaze.
Every movement against her body had one purpose to make sure she’d never forget this night.
Her eyes locked with mine, a sensual stare as she ground her pussy against my face, I slipped another digit inside with ease and watched as her face morphed into a cloud of pleasure and bliss.
Her mouth hung slack with a moan and her body rocked as she exploded on my face.
Pussy quivering and soaking wet I worked her through the highs of orgasms and when she’d stopped shaking from the motions I laid next to her drawing soft circles down her stomach watching as her body slipped into a sleep.
“Soon you’ll be all mine, and mine alone,” I whispered, placing a soft kiss against her forehead.
Her body stirred as if she’d heard me and I laid there, watching her sleep with a smile on my face.
Girlfriend. The word echoed around my head still thrilling me even now as I watched her breaths even out and her body slip into endless darkness.