Take a bath under running water.
I glanced down at my phone, revealing 352 new messages and over a thousand notifications from various apps. However, there was no sign of the girl I was waiting to receive a message from.
Emily had left me. I was certain of it. Things had been silent between us for two weeks ever since we were in a car wash and she confided in me about her feelings. I felt so confident that after we made up with sex, but it turns out, I was wrong.
It all began when she neglected to ask me to pick her up from school the next day. When I tried to call her, she informed me that she had received a ride from one of her classmates, and I didn't need to come. This happened on Friday as well. I assumed she would come over on Saturday like she always did, but she told me she had plans with classmates for brunch. On Sunday, I didn't hear from her until late evening when she explained that she had gone to see her cousin and had forgotten her phone at home. By Monday, I was convinced she was avoiding me. We would usually use our spare time on Mondays between classes to have lunch together, but when I phoned her she claimed that she required help from one of her professors. All week, I made attempts to meet up with her, only to be met with a string of excuses each time. Even visiting her parents' home yielded them telling me she was away hanging out with friends. I sensed she was distancing herself from me to cushion the blow.
I couldn't blame her. I had been a terrible boyfriend for the past few months and I knew it. She had expressed her concerns multiple times, but I disregarded them each time. Truth be told, I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself because I was running out of essentials and food supplies. Emily would typically buy groceries and plan out my meals, but without her around to do so, I had to manage it myself. I contemplated texting her to ask if she could come back, but I anticipated another excuse in return. Instead, I decided to exit to the library, knowing she would be leaving her study group soon. I parked near the library and waited there for her while watching all the familiar faces walk by, but Emily didn't show up.
"Sweetie, you know Emily won't be here today," a red-haired girl named Candy approached me, noticing my downcast demeanor.
"Oh," I replied with a heavy heart. "She never told me that."
"Maybe it slipped her mind," Candy suggested, likely interpreting my emotional appearance.
"Yeah," I agreed, even though I knew it wasn't true.
I hadn't wanted to return home to an empty house, so I opted to go grocery shopping. Stopping at the same store we had visited recently, I couldn't help noticing Emily in everything around me. I bought brands she liked and snacks that she loved. In the process of picking out items, I remembered how she couldn't reach the top shelf when we were last at this supermarket, still robed in her wedged heels. After loading the groceries into my car, I left the shopping cart there. Everything reminded me of Emily, and her absence left me feeling empty.
Driving down the highway with the falling rain, I couldn't help but notice the raindrops forming on my windshield. The rain seemed to match my drained emotions. To top it off, 'When I'm Gone' started playing on the radio. I didn't bother changing the station, either; the song reflected how I felt: I would miss her when she finally left. I felt like I deserved to hear me wishing for her when she's gone because that seems to be what was currently happening. I didn't treat Emily kindly while she was around, and now that she had vanished, I could only feel sorry for myself. She deserves better, and I hope she finds it.
The song ended as I pulled into my driveway to discover a figure standing under the porch. I retrieved the groceries from my car and planned to invite the stranger in, assuming they were there while waiting for the rain to cease. As I stepped closer, I identified that it was Emily. She was drenched in rain, her hair was puffy and curly, and her dress was clingy, outlining her figure. Why was she sitting out in the rain? What had caused her to be there? I recognized this and asked her these questions.
"I misplaced my key and my phone died, so I couldn't call you," she trembled. "I assumed you would return directly from practice. I didn't think you'd commence shopping."
I quickly brought her in from the cold, juggling the groceries in one hand while opening the front door. As soon as we stepped inside, I kicked off my shoes and set the shopping bags on the kitchen counter. In the next moment, I grabbed a towel from the linen closet. Emily remained standing in the entryway, trembling. With more light, I noticed her pale lace bra, which matched her complexion beautifully, pushing against the damp material and her erect nipples beckoning me on. I attempted to downplay the situation, wrapping the towel around her shoulders.
"Take a hot shower," I suggested. "It'll warm you up."
She consented, following my lead to the bathroom. I prepared the shower, ensuring the water was nice and hot for her. Then, I stepped back, just in time to see her naked body laid out before me. Her breasts, full and perky, with darkened nipples, were on display. I was mesmerized as water from her hair dripped down her curves onto her hips. My gaze caught on a glistening patch under her, a place that was always ready for me. Instructionally, my eyes found hers, silently assuring myself I wouldn't take advantage. My erection strained against my pants, eager to penetrate her. Emily approached the shower and walked in, allowing me to gaze through the clear glass door as she showered.
"Aren't you joining me?" she asked.
I hastily disrobed, unzipping my pants, taking off my boxers, and stripping my hoodie. I stepped behind her, under the warm cascading water, reveling in her wet body. The steam clouded the shower walls, creating a private haven where we could escape reality. My eyes repeatedly landed on her nipples. She turned off the shower and presented me with her pile of clothes. I took over and opened the curtain, then stepped back.
"Clean me, please?" she requested, already stepping completely under the water.
I didn't hesitate, grabbing the loofah and squirting the body wash, then handing it to her. I positioned her in front of me and she began massaging her body with the loofah. I was attempting to keep the experience chaste, yet my eyes couldn't help but linger on her breasts and withhold from touching between her legs. She spotted my full erection, but no sign of acknowledgment appeared on her face. As the water sprayed above me, she got in front of me, pushing my chest backward. Her wet hair clung to her back. Reaching up, she clasped my hand and guided it towards her center.
"You might've missed a spot," she murmured.
In the misty steam, we stood, eyes locked. Steam coated the shower glass, creating a steamy sanctuary of our own. She manipulated my hand, rubbing it against her folds. Her nipples rose as she gazed into my eyes, making it clear what she wished to do. So I let her lead, exploring my own body. She squirted body wash into my hand and gave me the loofah. She started lathering my chest and moved to my back, finally reaching for my erection. Her eyes danced back to minr as her fingers wrapped around my dick, slowly stroking as if cleansing me. The longing was obvious in her eyes. Ignoring my own desperation, I watched her lips move to mine for a passionate kiss. Then, she assumed control. Her sultry movements pushed me to the point of combustion as she rubbed her center against me. It was almost more than I could handle, but she wanted to dominate. So I allowed her. Despite my lustful desires, she stayed in control, grinding her hips against me slowly. She lifted herself slightly, exposing my cock. The environment steamed up as she whispered, "Are you ready for me?"
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I slid my hands on her hips and pushed into her slightly. She swiftly pulled back, nipping at my lower lip in the process. She left the shower stall, leaving me under the water, horny and puzzled. I knew I should've let her guide the situation but I was weak. Turning off the shower, I grabbed a towel, drying myself off swiftly, then securely wrapping it around my waist. I didn't know what to expect when I entered my room. Emily sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, playing with herself. While we'd experimented with various sex acts, my girlfriend had never done anything like this before. Juices dripped down to her butt, making her lips glisten in the light. As I approached her, she put her hand up to halt me.
"You're going to listen to everything I say tonight," she declared, her hand venturing back between her legs. "No touching yourself, just watch."
I knew Emily wanted the reins back. She yearned to feel seen and heard. I watched how she stroked her clit and how juices gushed out of her. Her other hand pinched her nipple. I'd never known my girl was so wet before. My cock was as hard as it'd ever been. I wanted to thrust into her, but I couldn't. I had to let Emily reclaim her dominance.
"Come closer," I heard her say.
I needed no prompting. I wanted to taste her so I began to kneel before her.
She shut her legs.
"No," she said with a smirk. She pushed me backwards onto the bed. Pushing my chest slightly, I fell back onto the bed. With her fingers, she instructed me to slide up onto the mattress. I had a perfect view of her pussy from this angle. My aching erection twitched, seeing her standing directly over it.
"I'm not quite ready for him," she said, pointing to my cock but not touching it. She moved closer to my face and stood on either side of my head. If I thought I could see her pussy before, I was wrong. Her liquids slid down her legs, creating a stunning sight I'd never seen before. With all this wetness, I hadn't believed she hadn't climaxed yet.
"I'm going to fuck your face," she announced. "No touching," she reminded me as she lowered herself onto my mouth while holding onto the headboard.
I immediately extended my tongue, eager to taste her. She didn't let me suck. She was literally fucking my face, grinding her hips onto my mouth. It was incredibly hot to hear her bring herself to orgasm on my face.
"Use your hands," she moaned.
As I rubbed her slit with my thumb, my tongue probed her folds. Her howl made me certain I had struck a nerve. It wasn't long before her speed on my face increased, her mumbling "right there" and "I'm so fucking close".
Her orgasm came as she released all over my face, drenching me in her juices. I'd never made her squirt before, and I never knew women actually exploded like this. I'd only seen it in porn, uncertain if it was real, but there was my girlfriend dousing me with her climax juices.
Coming down from her high, she turned towards my feet.
"You're going to continue to make me feel good," she said.
She motioned for me to stand up. My cock begged for attention, and I had to deny it. Remembering how she left me earlier, I remained hands-off. Again, she laid down on her back near the edge of the bed and spread her legs.
"Rub my pussy with your cock," she instructed.
We hadn't done this in years and I remembered how it felt. When we first started, dry-humping and rubbing were as far as she'd let me go for a while. Even though I couldn't penetrate her, it still drove me to orgasm time and time again. I wondered if it would still be the case.
I pressed my shaft against her wetness. When I felt her moist pussy on my cock, my moan escaped me. I rubbed my cock on her pussy, ensuring my shaft teased her sensitive nerves with each pass.
Seeing how damp she was again, I increased my pace, lowering myself, my hands grabbing onto one of her nipples with my teeth and the other between my thumb and forefinger. She wanted to object, but I was aware that her nipples were a direct route to her clit and there was nothing she wanted more than to receive this pleasure.
I changed my angle, directing my shaft toward her entrance, pushing slightly but quickly moving to avoid her protest. I faked a slip up, and she quickly dismissed it.
As I left a trail of gentle kisses from her nipple to her neck, I witnessed Emily loosening up underneath me. I teased her nipple with my fingers while I angled my penis towards her entrance once more. She made loud moaning sounds before I scooted away once again, allowing my shaft to rub against her clitoris.
"Let me make you feel even better," I said softly in her ear and gave her earlobe a gentle bite. I longed to assert myself, to show her how much I cared for her. "Let me have sexual intercourse with you," I added.
I knew she was yearning to resist but I pushed my hips against hers once again.
"I don't want to engage in sexual intercourse," she told me, pushing me off her. She stood up again, urging me to lie on my back. She mounted me as she had earlier, and directed her vagina towards my penis. She slammed herself down on me, causing both of us to emit loud moans. "I want to engage in sexual intercourse," she finally confirmed.
Emily expertly rode me like she never had before, keeping my hands off her body. When she tired out, she slowed down slightly yet picked back up. I was on the verge of reaching climax but I wanted her to experience bliss first.
"If you don't stop, I'll reach climax before you," I warned her.
She smiled at me with a sneer. "Well, you'll need to hold on tightly."
The pressure on her wasn't powerful, but it was attractive that she was in control. However, I wanted her gratification. I noticed her face change as her climax grew closer. She increased her speed as she rode me. My penis felt her tighten around it as she experienced her climax. Falling onto my chest, she gave a moan while releasing fluids onto me.
Now free from her grasp, I took hold of her hips and drove my penis into her. Before she could object, I cradled her close and flipped her over.
"My turn," I joked with a grin.
I started thrusting into her gradually to give her time since she just experienced climax. She moaned loudly for me, digging her nails into my back. When I realized I couldn't delay reaching climax any longer, I increased the speed of my thrusting. In just three messy thrusts, I ejaculated into her. Amazingly, Emily climaxed again.
I slowly withdrew my limp penis from inside her and lay down beside her. She snuggled up to me and I instinctively embraced her.
"I'm quite sore," she complained.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, feeling remorseful.
"No, not that," she reassured me, "it's a good sore."
I kissed her forehead.
If we engaged in sexual activities once more, I desperately wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay.
"I'm sorry I treated you unfairly Emily," I admitted. "I've truly been taking you for granted and not heeding your concerns. I acknowledged that after it was too late. I don't want you to leave me. I adore you."
"I love you too."
"Let's make an effort to better our communication methods," I suggested.
She concurred.
"Will you prepare a meal for me and we can discuss," I invited.
"Should we shower first?" she teased while swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
I caught up to her and slapped my palm onto her still-naked rear end. I'd work to improve our relationship. I knew our relationship would only improve over time.
