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Compendium III
andCould you stop looking at me like that? she asked with a bit of shame. - Why? Didn't you enjoy it? I asked back, enjoying the blush on her cheeks.andI did it! – she exclaimed energetically, although ashamed, with her eyes feeling her reproach. -Only your smile bothers me.
-I'm sorry! I can't help it!
In some way, we girls came to an agreement: on Tuesdays, I would go to leave Emma at her house; on Wednesdays, I would go to Aisha's house for breakfast; and on Thursdays, I was supposed to teach Izzie how to drive (a curious detail that I'll narrate more in depth when it corresponds).
On Mondays mornings, I have to go to the administrative office for weekly meetings with the board, which is why Bastián excuses me to leave earlier; and on Fridays afternoons, after going to the gym, I go with Emma's mother and my boss Sonia to report on my progress for the week. And on Saturdays, I keep visiting Cheryl to try her sushi.
But this week was our white march. And although it was the second time Emma and I went to a hotel, she still felt uncomfortable with me.
orIt's just that I feel like you're taking advantage of the situation! - she complained, covering her breast with the sheet. - I think you give more importance to what is. - Then... Do you want me to take it out? - I asked.andDon't even think about it! – she protested, laughing with her usual coquetry.
We were stuck together by our sexes, as often happens to us. We still do it with condoms, but I have the impression that it will be for a short time.
After entering our humble hotel room, we had started kissing and undressing, enjoying the tranquility that our refuge for privacy provided. The apartment is designed to provide comfort without great excesses, offering a second home for couples like us, or in other cases, travelers seeking rest during their journey.
We ignored the living room, with its comfortable sofa and soft cushions, inviting guests to indulge in its embrace, since our mutual thirst could more. Behind it remained the center table, where I imagined people leaving a hot cup of tea or their favorite novel, just like the flat-screen TV located for entertainment, since our enjoyment and hunger were superior, whose power lay in taking guests to distant worlds with its remote control.
At the modest kitchen level, my shirt and her blouse remained, equipped with essentials for preparing a warm and comforting meal. A compact kitchen and refrigerator waited for us to satisfy our stomachs, but not our carnal appetites. And although I would have liked to please Emma with a dish prepared by me, time, always implacable, loomed over us without signs of mercy.
On the bathroom door, my belt and her skirt remained. Although simple in design, it exuded a sense of cleanliness and serenity. The impeccable toilet, just like the pristine shower, stood at attention, knowing that we would use them to clean our bodies before retiring.
And at the bedroom entrance, her bra, my pants, along with the rest of the condom wrapper, her pantyhose lay. And my boxer, desecrating that sanctuary of peace and relaxation. The enormous queen-sized bed protested mildly as our tireless bodies sought each other's lips and mutual proximity. We discovered the soft sheets and spongy pillows, although our intention was never to sleep. The nightstands on either side, with their simple lamps, protested at a distance, while I relentlessly plunged into Emma's warm, tight, and humid interior, vibrating with every jolt that my pleased companion gave me.
The dressing room with the mirror and polarized windows were the only mute witnesses to the growing moans of pleasure that escaped from Emma's grateful lips, allowing us to appreciate the overwhelming world outside our humble and temporary home until we shared our orgasm.andIt bothers me that you don't see it as 'good sex'. - A serious sentence, finally able to look back at your eyes. - But with you, I don't have sex! - I insisted energetically. - Emma, with you, I make love! And once again, she got angry.andSee it? You're still doing that! God! – she commented irritably. – If sex weren't so good, I assure you I wouldn't see you again.
- But what's wrong with making love?
She looked at me indignantly.andWhat's wrong with it?, What's wrong with it? Are you kidding me? Okay! To start with, you're married; you're the father of my daughter's crush; you sleep not only with me but also with your son's teacher and two more mothers, apart from me, of course. And don't even get me started on your wife. So you ask What's wrong with it? – she exclaimed, counting on her fingers. - God! Sometimes I think all men are as immature as Tom Sawyer. - Tom Sawyer? I asked, surprised by the comparison.andYes! Always calling the attention of girls, being crazy!
I gave her a few seconds of silence, smiling, so she could savor her angry victory. However...
- Well, somehow we have to impress the judge's daughter, don't we? – I replied, making her look absorbed. – We always have to do mischief and attention-grabbing things to attract Becky Thatcher's attention, or in your case, a beautiful blonde like you.
Completely embarrassed because I surprised her with her words, she replied:orPlease don't discuss literary characters at these moments. – in a vague effort to escape the trap she had set for herself.
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One of the reasons Marisol and I connected so deeply when we met was partially due to my notable written memory. Thanks to it, we could share fun experiences from comics, mangas, and books we read in the past, which made us much closer. However, unlike Sonia, whose photographic memory is impeccable, my memory doesn't distinguish between mundane and significant memories. While Marisol admires this ability, she still doesn't fully understand its defect: the constant tide of reading memories, both good and bad, that flood my mind without discriminating. She's unaware of the enormous effort I require to block and forget painful and bad memories read, above the most precious ones.
And in this case, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer was one of my favorite novels in my young years, a text I read on several summers where boredom and loneliness didn't offer better prospects for entertainment.
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- Why do you bother me so much when you tell me you love me? – I asked, softly caressing her cheek, seeking her tenderness.
Still hostile, but compliant, he responded much softer.andWhy is it so important to you that I say it? - she asked with greater sweetness.I took the opportunity to try her lips and snatch a sigh from her.
- In reality, it doesn't matter to me if you say it. - I confessed. - What interests me more is that you feel it. I don't know. I think it's better to tell oneself 'Today I'll make love with the girl I like' than 'Today I'll have sex with my friend with benefits'.
Emma laughed.andIt would be easier to believe you if you didn't sleep with Aisha and Isabella too. –she said, playfully caressing my face and captivating me with her gaze.
- But you know that what we have is different! –I exclaimed, enjoying her caress and making her blush.
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At first, it was hard for me to admit it.
I don't know if this would be valid in relationships with cheating men, because I think the risk is that the woman enjoys herself more with another man and ends up forgetting about the original partner, but in Marisol's case, her fear lies in that I end up falling deeply in love with another woman.
That's why it was hard for me to reveal to her how special I find Emma, since she's much more active: she can make decisions ahead of time, doesn't let herself be carried away by momentary feelings and knows a lot more than she seems.
But surprisingly for me, Marisol took it well. I explained that while we have many common aspects, they're not as strong as the ones I share with my wife, since I still can't imagine myself spending the rest of my life with Emma.
And what helps most is Emma's honest and responsible nature.andIt's that I'm worried you'll get things mixed up. – she explained, looking away. –I wouldn't like it if you left your wife for me and to be Karen's father.
I took her hand and kissed her.
Relax! That won't happen! I replied, looking at her. Believe me, I'm very in love with my wife! And even though it's true that I feel something for you, it doesn't even compare to what I feel for her. Besides, you and I know this is just temporary: everything will end when you find someone else or say you have enough.orOf course! Although sex is the best I've had in years! – she said with her usual spark.
I laughed, caressed her, and kissed her again.
-And I don't know... if you want me to be a 'temporary father' for Karen, I could try...
That comment made her smile and look at me with greater tenderness.orAre they all like that in your country? Is it very expensive for me to visit you? - she asked lovingly, while kissing me and starting to sway over me.
I don't know! I replied, enjoying her movements. I only know that I grew up with both parents.orAh!– exclaimed exquisite, wiggling with more force. - Do you have any siblings?
- One more! Older than me! Already married!andTerrible! Terrible! she commented, leading a vertiginous rhythm. - I have no other option but to take you until exhaustion then!I kissed her and turned her over.
I'm telling you, I make love! I exclaimed, before burying myself in her with force.
Her body recoiled in joy. Her interior remained exquisitely tight. Her breasts felt tremendously warm, soft, and moldable to the touch. Her lips were marvelous, sucking my mine with anxiety.
I was paying attention that her hands explored my belly, chest, and backside, an aspect Marisol also considers attractive.
But it was her legs that wrapped around me smoothly, marking the pace of my thrusts. Having a beautiful woman like her wanting me in this way made me feel fabulous, since I never believed myself capable of pleasing an Australian woman as attractive as she. That is to say, I am satisfied with Marisol and love my wife. But Emma is in a completely different intercultural concept.
I kissed her excited nipples and licked them vehemently, while she moaned pleasantly with softness.andGod! Keep going like that! I love your lips!
I took her hand and kissed it gently.
- The bad thing about how you got pregnant was that you never felt the pleasure of having cum pass through your nipples, while an adult sucks them! I think you would have enjoyed it a lot!
Emma blushed her face and her lips received me affectionately, with our tongues dancing harmoniously.
Suddenly, as my movements were becoming more profound and agile, she took hold of my face and forced me to look at her.andMarco, tell the truth! ...- she said with a slight fear of letting her words flow. –You're not going to leave me, right?
I smiled and kissed her again.
-Emma, even if I wanted to, I couldn't! I'm Bastián's father!
She just smiled and gave herself to me.
I tried her breasts again, tenderly. We were making love softly, without worrying about the time we had left or others at that moment. I was sucking her nipple with softness and respect, licking the nipple until it delighted me.
-Do you know what I like most about making love to you? - I asked, caressing her hair.
She smiled.andI don't know! she replied with her usual piquancy. - What do you like about having sex with me?
I laughed when I saw that he still wasn't giving in.
- That I can eat your breasts without worrying that you have a husband who will inspect them.
And while I was biting her breast and giving her a few sucks, Emma also opened up to me.orDo you know something? When I was a girl, my first book crush was Tom Sawyer. - she confessed, letting out a sigh.
- Seriously? - I asked, retesting her luscious lips again. - What did you like about him?orI don't know! she replied tenderly, looking at me with bright eyes. - I found him so ready and brave... and what I liked most was that Becky was blonde like me.
I laughed.
Ah, curious! I confessed to her, finding her beautiful, kissing her neck and caressing her butt.
She laughed again.andNo! No! -She took me by the cheeks and forced me to lose myself in her eyes. – I always imagined him with black hair... tall... strong... intelligent... someone like you.
My hips hovered over her with anxiety. I was penetrating, feeling hunger for her.andAnd my favorite part... is when they commit...- exclaimed precious, squinting her eyes, enjoying how she was going in with greater cadence.
While I swayed over her, I stroked her golden hair, stealing a kiss to make her force me to look at myself.
- Do you mean... that you accept making love with me?
She laughed explosively.andI don't know! If we do it a couple more times... maybe he'll accept. And just like Tom when Becky gave him his first kiss, I went crazy. Started going at it with impressive intensity, knowing the girl I liked was also accepting me. It was so strong that she herself complained, unable to hold back her lips as she professed to the entire room how much she was enjoying it.orYes, Marco! Yes, Marco! Oh, God! Oh, God! Stronger! Stronger! Ahhh! Make me cum! Make me cum! God! You're so deep! So deep! Ahhh! Ahhh! More! More! Ahhh! I love you! Mmh! I love you! Come in me! Come in me! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Aagghh! Aagghh! Aaghhh!
We came intensely. She wrapped her legs around me and I grabbed onto her delicious ass, ejaculating without being able to control myself.orGod! This is the best sex I've had in my whole life! exclaimed Emma, still panting.
I'm telling you, I'll make love to you! I insisted, collapsing beside her.
She gave me a slap on the stomach, smiling wildly.
-orDo you keep going with that? Do you really want me to fall in love with you? she asked, looking at me with a big smile and a defiant tone.
I caressed her hair and kissed her again.
- No! - I replied, lost in her face. - I think it's already happening!
We got into the shower without controlling our hands. My hands were clinging to her sticky and wet vagina, while she was squeezing my swollen penis.
andDo you know? I was thinking that I'd like to feel this big guy without a condom. - she exclaimed, kneeling down to try it with her lips, looking at me in the eyes to let me know how much she enjoyed it. - I feel like you're pulling out so much cum, I'm curious to feel it in me.
While she was fully immersed in her work and I was holding back with everything, thinking we would return to school extremely punctual, I realized Emma was already my girl.And despite her drinking all my juices and then, as if we were kids, we went around the entire apartment picking up our clothes to get dressed, I realized I started feeling that uncontrollable anxiety about sharing a few more hours with her.Next post
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