Butterfly Effect

It's six in the morning. 0609hrs to be specific. I know this because I just impatiently glanced at my smart watch, wishing my girlfriend, Nina, and I, to finally be alone so that we can fuck. Fuck!

I know what that sounds like. I too just rolled my eyes at the sound of it, but the thing is, Nina’s friend, Gracie, slept over, and this is a small studio apartment so there isn’t as much privacy as my level of horniness requires right now. I have been waiting since last night when Nina provoked me and I went down on her. She was not so quiet, and with how I am feeling right now, I honestly just want to make love to my woman loudly. 

Nina has not yet opened her eyes, but out of habit, her tiny, beautiful, soft palms are caressing my breasts. She pinches my nipple and I can't help but wonder if she knows what a roaring volcano that sets off in my body. I can't help but draw in a sharp breath as a lightning bolt flashes across my womb. My vagina spasms and it is delicious. A warm wetness builds up in my groin and I welcome it.

Nina says she loves it when my body responds like that to her and god does she love my wetness. This woman Eats Pussy. When I say she eats pussy, I mean she devours me whole. She sucks, and licks, and bites, and teases, and when I am done, she dries me, literally, with her tongue.

I have never had a more amazing experience in sex than I do with Nina. When we are both in it, it’s like the world shrinks down just to us. She is not only skilled, but good at observing, listening, and learning what I need so that she can give me exactly that. 

Letting my mind wander, I’m even more turned on. But tempted as I am, I don’t move or react in any way to her touch. She is lying in the crook of my arm, her legs intertwined in mine. I would move in to lift her chin and kiss her but I know where that might lead, so I resist the temptation and let my mind drift to the events of last night.

I fucked her, and I swear Gracie must have heard it. 

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We had been out dancing. Nina loves dancing. It's actually how we met. You know that feeling like for once you were in the right place at the right time? Nina and I meeting was one of those. October 23rd, around 2:30am. What I was doing awake, let alone in the club at that hour, I don’t know. Call it the butterfly effect.

It was my then best friend’s birthday, and we’d been drunkenly hopping from one club to another. That place was our fifth stop and I was about to go home when the cheering started, and there she was—Nina—bent over, twerking the night away, her tiny arms on her knees, her small waist swaying with hypnotic precision. Her short black dress clung to her like a second skin, riding up just enough to flash the smooth curve of her thighs.

Under the flashing club lights, her chocolate brown skin glistened, her curly wig bouncing with every sharp drop of her hips. She wasn’t just dancing, she was commanding and her wild irresistible force made it impossible for me to look anywhere else.

She was a hilarious sight because for starters, she was the only one dancing, and as good as she is a dancer, the song playing, Cotton Eye Joe by Rednex, was definitely not a twerkable one. But Nina twerked it away anyway, and beautifully so. 

Her energy drew me in, and fascinated, I moved and sat on the chair nearest the dance floor. From her version of the events of that night, we locked eyes, she smiled, I smiled and she took that as a welcome to come over, sit on my lap, take my face in her arms, look at me dead in the eyes and say, “Hey beautiful!” Then proceeded to kiss me full on the mouth. An unexpected kiss from this wild twerking queen and I was completely, helplessly love-struck.

Several shots and silly truth or dare questions later, she asked me if I wanted her. I said yes, which was true. I wanted her from the moment our lips touched and so she took my hand and led me to the ladies. There, she kissed me like she had been starving for months. Her mouth was on my mouth, and her sweet fingers fumbled their way into my pants.

As soon as she dipped a finger in me, I lost it. As I parted my legs for her to have a better access, she pulled her finger out of me, grabbed my ass and crushed our bodies into each other. Poetically, I remember imagining our bodies enmeshed into one long string stretching to the blue skies, far beyond, to our future. I had a flash of me and her in white dresses, vowing “I do.” 

She swears I begged her to fuck me. That part, I don’t remember, but I know that as her fingers moved in and out of me, I knew I was spoiled for everyone else. I took her home and we fucked for what felt like an eternity. Well, we fucked for four days straight until we ran out of food. Three years later, our sex spark is still as wild as it was that first night. 

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Last night, originally, we had gone for a date, and as we were just about to head home, Gracie walked in. Naturally, being Nina’s best friend, they started chatting up and somehow, it was suggested we hit the club, and grab a few shots.

We ended up in our favorite spot Club XXIV, the place Nina and I met, and wound up staying later than originally planned, which wasn’t bad considering how much fun we had. Because it was late and we were drunk, Nina offered Gracie to sleep over. We got home and went to bed almost immediately. Nina and I in the bed, and Gracie on the couch next to the bed. 

We kissed goodnight and Nina crooned in my arms, I drifted into sleep and left her and Gracie talking. Next thing I know, she was wiggling her butt slightly and provocatively, grinding against my pelvic bone, and though I was barely awake, my body responded. Even in my sleep, I could never resist her.

I remember my palms gently gliding over her warm, smooth bare skin. She’d worn her favorite old, baggy green sleep shirt. I cupped her ripe right breast, gently squeezing it, and her rapid heartbeat heightened. Her long nipple got hard and firm. I pinch it and she moans gently, jolting me to full awareness.

Gracie, I remembered, and hesitated momentarily. Nina understood, but with the pitch blackness around us, and as if to say, “it’s okay, I don’t care!” she took my hand and guided it between her partially open legs. I smelled her horny scent, a warm, earthy musk with a tinge of sweetness even before my fingers could brush against her wetness.

I understood what she meant and I let my thumb press against her clit. She let go of my hand and the air in the room was suddenly filled with electricity. Blood roared in my ears and it got warm beneath our sheets. Her breathing was rugged at this point and her body, gyrating in a begging manner. I smiled, she wanted me.

As her hands crept up my chest, I raised to a half-seated position, propping myself up with the elbow of the arm that she had been lying on. My other free hand moved in exploration. I searched for her lips in the darkness and as expected, they were moist and plump.

I moved in for a kiss but she did not kiss me as gently as I had anticipated; her kiss was full and deep and demanding. She took in my whole mouth, biting my lower lip, her tongue snaking into my mouth. She swept my tongue with hers, into her mouth, sucking, releasing, then kissing my lips, breathing into me. A fresh wave of desire washed over our bodies. 

I responded with matching energy, crushing her into me, tongues snaking, arms grabbing and squeezing. My palm rode over her stomach, tracing a zig zag pattern, into her briefs. Her legs were fully opened, giving me access to her drenched cunt. My fingers easily slid over her opening, spreading her wetness all around it, and I teasingly dipped my finger in and out of her. Sighing in my ear, she begged in a raspy whisper, "Please fuck me."  

“Ssssh!” I whispered back, covering her mouth with mine, and sliding a finger into her small hole. She is so tiny she can barely take two fingers at once. She moaned in my mouth and what a delicious moan it was.

Gracie must have heard it though, because she shifted slightly. “Fuck!” I think, but I am too invested in the sex to care. I keep moving my finger in and out of Nina’s pussy in a slow, rhythmic manner with my thumb pressed against her clit. She loves it when I do that, and as her hips gyrate faster, I get that she wants a quick relief. I was not about to give it to her though.

I take her breast in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, while increasing the pace of my finger motions. She’s clearly struggling to keep quiet as her pussy begins pulsating. She’s near cumming.

I intentionally withdraw my finger and slide down into the sheets to take her in my mouth. She’s not expecting that and draws in a sharp breath as I form a seal over her opening with my lips. Immediately my long tongue fills her. Her moan is loud.

If Gracie was not awake at this point, it was because she’s a deep sleeper. It’s our house, she is but a guest and my tongue is designed for delivering deep fucks. With the seal still intact, I thrust my tongue over and over, deep inside her, firmly pressing down on her belly to control her wild motion. 

When her second wave of orgasm comes, I keep thrusting, deep, hard, and fast. Her release is powerful. Her entire body shaking, her legs especially. She had to bite the pillow to muffle her scream. Gracie definitely heard that.

I hold my position, my mouth over her opening, to allow her to calm and when the wave washes over, I lick her, slowly but firmly, before getting a wet wipe to clean her up. As I slide back to bed to cradle her in my arms, she’s still breathing heavily, and even in the dark, I know she’s smiling. I kiss her forehead, whisper an “I love you” that she can barely respond to, and effortlessly drift into a satisfying dreamless sleep. 

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Now in the morning, I am woken by her fingers gently caressing my breasts. Fuck I love this girl and I want her to fuck the brains out of me.