Bu-bump. LickWriggle.
Bu-bump. LickWriggle.
Eventually the little wriggle in my butt wasn’t weird anymore. It fell into the background and made everything better – like how a subwoofer adds bass to music. Who knew that a little something in my butt could actually feel good? Stacey, my own personal pervert.
I drifted away again and I was back on that beach. Warm and soothing and peaceful. But the waves were bigger now. When she made me come again, it was still warm and relaxing and wonderful like before but, like I said, the waves were bigger. They rolled up past my belly, up over my breasts and lapped at my shoulders.
I finished coming and Stacey paused – holding still for awhile to let me reset – and started again.
She made me cum again. Another short rest. And then again. Rest. And again. Rest. And again.
We did this for what felt like hours because it was hours. That night, my Berry gently fed every last ounce of sexual hunger that had built up in me since she and I had started seeing each other. I’d been hungry a long, long time. And Berry filled me up. I grew fat and lazy and sleepy on an endless rolling tide of cums.
Oh boy, I realized, now I’m a pervert too. This was my favorite now.
~~~** Part V **~~~
I’m not sure which one of us fell asleep first. I only know that when I sort of regained consciousness and shifted my hips, Stacey woke up too and groggily moved between my legs again. The poor girl was on automatic pussy-pilot.
I patted her head. “Stacey? Honey? Wake up. It’s 2 a.m. We’ve been having sex for the last five hours. You’ve been doing that thing to me for the last two. I don’t think I can cum anymore.”
“Wuss,” she looked up at me. Then she winced and rubbed the back of her neck. “Okay, maybe I’m done too. Let’s get some sleep.” She crawled up next to me and cuddled into my side.
“I’m laying in a wet spot,” I whimpered.
“Me too. I think this whole bed is a wet spot. Wanna switch over to the other bed?”
“No. Can’t move. Too tired.”
“Good, me too. I’m learning to love the wet spot.”
She’d used the ‘L’ word and right then it was all I could think about. “I think I’m learning to love you,” I whispered.
“What’s that?”
“I’m… I’m in love with you, Berry.”
She threw an arm and a leg over me, pulled me tight, kissed my neck and sighed happily. “Took you long enough. I fell in love with you when we had that first tumble down to the grass on the field.”
“Oh.” It was all I could say.
“Sleepytime now, Bubblegum. We have another game to win tomorrow.”
At least, that’s what I think she said. I had nothing left in me. I’d just had the most amazing sex of my life and I’d just coughed up the giant emotional hairball of telling my girlfriend that I loved her. I loved her with full-on, carpet-munching, screw the dumb boys, lesbian love.
I fell asleep with my face in my Berry’s hair.
~~~** Part VI **~~~
I woke up first. It was 7 a.m. and someone was knocking softly on the door. I had to wriggle and roll Stacey off me. Damn, she was a heavy sleeper.
“Guys, it’s me,” Lauren whispered through the door, “I’m sorry, but I need to get ready and my stuff’s in there.”