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Abby

After a quick shower, I go to my cousin’s to pick up my homework. Meanwhile, Ve returns home. Two hours later I’m back home and cleaning. Connor calls.

“See, kitty cat? Dreams do come true. It’s six months since we got together today. And we’re staying over alone!”

Incredible. I really didn’t think it would happen. But here we are.

“Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll come by in the evening, okay?”

“Okay, Ve. See you.”

Those few hours pass quickly. Curious that when my parents are on their way to Daisy Valley, they don’t call to check up on me even once.

Ve shows up at the door right on time—nine o’clock. He’s holding a red rose, which is surprising, and a bottle of red wine. He enters the apartment and locks me in a tight embrace.

“For me?” I ask, reaching out for the flower.

“Of course it’s for you, my angel. I’m so glad I have you. Our relationship is the most beautiful thing in my life.”

I love him even more when he says things like that. My arms shoot out, and my fingers close on his jumper as I pull him in. My back touches the wall, and Ve presses his lips to mine. His tongue massages mine, stoking the flame inside me. His knee pushes between my legs, spreading them, and with his free hand he reaches between my thighs.

“I love you!” he says.

“Come on, let’s celebrate,” I manage, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen, sniffing the rose on the way. The smell is perfect. I open the wine and pour it into two glasses. “To us!” I say, rising mine in a toast. They clink together, and we cross arms and drink. To us.

An hour of exchanging passionate glances, holding hands, kissing playfully, and drinking wine, and the air is thick with desire. I grab Ve’s wrist and drag him to my room.

“I have a surprise for you.”

I shove him to the bed and climb on top of him. He props his head on his elbow, watching me closely. Slowly, I get rid of his clothes and reach for two scarves I’ve prepared before, tying his hands to the bedposts.

“I like it already, kitty cat,” he purrs with that sexy voice of his, his words reverberating in me, reaching between my legs. When he’s immobilized, defenseless, I take off his boxers and run my tongue along all the impressive length of his prick. It twitches in response. I slither up the bed, placing hundreds of kisses on his skin.

“I’ll be back in a moment. You wait here.”

He waves his palms in a submissive gesture. I change clothes, dressing as a schoolgirl straight out of Britney’s song. I grab a can of whipped cream from the fridge. When I’m back, I stop in the doorway, spraying a blob of the sweet stuff over my tongue, wiping a dollop off with my finger and then licking it clean. I hear Ve sucking in air.

I climb atop him and sit very near to his face, pulling my panties aside and sticking my pussy into his face. There’s no need to speak. His tongue commences its work at once. I move ever so slowly, intensifying the sensation. Ve knows what to do. He tortures me, bringing me to the very edge. He’s perfect at it. I lean on my arms, thrusting my hips out to meet his wonderful lips. His tongue slides between my labia, making me crazy with pleasure. Spasm after spasm shakes my body. My back arches and I fall into billions of pieces, reaching an orgasm.

“You’re amazing.”

I slide down now, ready to impale myself on his throbbing cock. It’s so hard and completely upright, like a mast. I move up and down. This is no time to think about his pleasure. This is my time. I’m in control. It doesn’t take long, so when Ve joins in the thrusting, complementing my own movements perfectly, I come with such force, I lose my senses. I topple to the mattress.

“What about me? That ain’t fair,” he complains.

“Don’t you worry, darling. I have something special for you.”

I reach for the whipped cream and spray it over each sensitive spot on his body. He raises an eyebrow, and his chest starts heaving anew. I put on the music and dance for him, gradually getting rid of my clothes. When the speakers go silent, I’m left in my thong and stockings. I crawl onto the bed and begin to lick the whipped cream off his body. I can see he is turned on by this. I reach for his penis, sticking it deep in my mouth and sucking fast and hard. Ve pushes out with his hips, slamming his cock into my eager mouth.

“Suck it, baby. You’re perfect.”

His body tenses, and a few heartbeats later a mix of whipped cream and semen spills down my throat. I free his hands. He sits up and pulls me in, kissing me on the lips. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I can feel his cock throbbing through the lace of my panties. I rub against it on instinct. He tangles his fingers in my hair, clutching my head. His heart is racing. So is mine. I throw my arms around his neck. My nipples brush against his chest. All that makes the sensation more fervent. Ve pulls away the rim of my thong, places a hand on my ass, and lifts me up. Without breaking the kiss, he enters me.

“I love being inside you, feeling you skin to skin. You’re a goddess!” His voice is an aphrodisiac.

“I love feeling you in me. The way our bodies connect is magic. It’s more than just sex or fucking. It’s a majestic, ecstatic connection of souls, an exchange of energy that uplifts, inspires, and fills me with love. A feeling like we’re flying, sheltered inside our own happiness.”

“Wow, Abbs, the way you speak is so solemn and well thought through. I couldn’t have said it better.”

“Honey, everything I say always comes from the heart.”

Our movements are perfectly in sync. We come at the same time. Ve shoots come over my belly and breasts, and when he’s finished, he runs his fingers over it, enjoying his work.

“You’re so sexy. I’ve marked you. You’re mine.”

We need to wash ourselves. I turn the tap on in the bathtub. We sit in the water, embracing. I’m in front, with my back to him, between his legs, leaning on his chest. Ve puts his head on my shoulder.

“Do you remember our first bath?” I ask.

“How could I forget? You surprised me. I saw you naked for the first time. I tasted you.”

“Ve, you really hadn’t done it before? You’re so good at it.”

“No, sweetheart. I told you, I’m learning as we go.”

I twist my head and look at him.

“I’m glad. It’s so innocent. The way our love took over.”

“I wouldn’t call anything we’ve done to each other innocent, babe. Those are some pretty libertine things for adolescents.”

“Well, it’s hard to disagree. I just meant that we’re identical when it comes to temperament in bed. That’s why it all comes so easily and naturally to us. It’s as if we were doing it for years. So I meant it’s all so… virginal, pristine. You waited for me, and I for you.”

The night is full of passion, closeness, and love. We lose ourselves in each other. When the morning comes, we fall asleep hugging each other, exhausted and fulfilled.

I never thought I’d find such love. I never felt with each cell of my body that I loved another being. So fully, altruistically, against the entire world. I remember starting a new diary in July and asking Ve to write something from the heart. He signed the first page and put down the date of our first meeting, and then on the last page wrote in large letters: I will always love you! He knew back then. I can feel it too. Whatever happens, I will love him. Forever!