Chapter 4 - Mike
I can’t believe that it’s almost the end of January already. I’ve been officially dating Willow for nearly a month.
In practice, I suppose it’s not that much different from before. We spend most weekends together. She comes around, we fuck a lot, we cuddle and watch TV.
But it’s different. Every time I think of her, there’s no guilt. I no longer wonder what my wife would’ve thought of it. It was always clear that she wanted what was best for me and if that was a freeuse girlfriend who’s a lot younger than me, she’d want me to have that.
Willow is coming over for Valentine’s Day, and I’ve been getting the house ready for her.
I’ve taken down the photos of my wife. I don’t need them on the wall anymore.
She’ll always be in my heart and in my memories.
What we had was special and amazing, but I think I’ve come to the point in my life where I’m ready to make new memories.
Willow is always snapping pictures of the two of us; I should get her to send me some of them. I’ll have them printed out and framed.
In fact, I already have one picture of her up.
Her Christmas present is on the wall opposite my bed.
When she’s not visiting, I can still see her face before I fall asleep.
The first time we had sex after I put it up, she said it was weird looking at herself like that, so I put her on all fours facing it while I fucked her.
I told her she was my fucktoy and that every night I stroked looking at her gorgeous body and pretty face.
She must have liked that, because she came hard on my cock and slow fucked herself with it, her eyes fixed on the picture until I come inside her and pulled her back onto the bed for kisses.
Since we became boyfriend and girlfriend, my protective side has come out more and I want to keep her away from anything that might upset her or make her sad.
Some guy walked by us the other day and eyed her up in a way I didn’t like, and I swear I nearly snarled at him.
When I’m with someone, I want to shield them from everything, no matter how silly that idea may be.
One thing I want to protect her from is that apartment of hers.
I find myself thinking of it all the time.
I still haven’t been in it, but every time I drop her off, she never invites me in.
I’m pretty sure it’s because she’s ashamed of it.
That neighborhood is far too rough for me to ever be happy about her living there.
I need to put some thought into what I can do about that.
I had originally planned to ask my friend if he had any available apartments, but I’m starting to think that perhaps I should ask her to move in with me.
Is it too soon for that? Would that even be something she wants?
As I drink my coffee in the kitchen, my phone buzzes.
Willow:
Hi boyfriend!
Mike:
Hi girlfriend!
She sends a gif of a cartoon dog giggling. It’s adorable.
Willow:
I still love you calling me that, and I smile every time.
The thought of her smiling makes me happy, and I search the phone for a gif of a beating heart to send her.
Willow:
You’re so sweet. And your gif game is pretty on point for an old man.
Mike:
GRRRRRRRR.
She’s not wrong. I actually understand all the things on my phone now. I used to look at the apps and think, “That’s not for me,” but now when she explains them, I can actually see the point. And sometimes that point is to send her a funny picture to make her laugh.
Mike:
What are you doing?
Willow:
Lying in bed and wishing that my boyfriend was railing me.
Mike:
Then I think you need to go find your Christmas present.
Willow:
Oh.
Mike:
I’m going to make you moan and rub your tits while the toy fills you up and makes you mindless. And you’re going to record it all so that I can jerk off to your moans later. Understand?
She takes a few seconds to reply, presumably because she’s getting her toy.
Willow
Yes, sir!
I sit back and move my hand down and pull open my jeans. I’m going to tease her and make her beg to come, and then I’m going to ask if she wants to watch me stroke. I have an idea I already know the answer to that.
It’s so good to have someone to share this with. Someone I can be filthy with and have them realize it’s not only because I’m horny, but also because I adore them.
I love having a girlfriend.