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[MF] Dirty Long Distance Part 2 - Long Distance Comes Near | 2016
Like most other mornings, I awoke to the sun and the final swig of whatever soda I had purchased the night before. I stood up and took a stretch, surprised to notice that I was naked. Despite living in a single, I almost never slept naked. And it was this pondering that took my brain to last night and the fun I'd had with Amy. Ice hit my blood as I then remembered the agreement we'd made and that- SHIT! I started frantically cleaning my room, tossing my clothes in the bin, stacking my dirty dishes neatly to be hidden. I wiped down surfaces and even grabbed the community vacuum to get my floor extra clean (after getting some clothes on of course!) Once my room was sufficiently clean, I checked my phone. 2 missed messages. HEY, I'M ABOUT 30 MINUTES OUT. WANT TO GRAB SOME ANDY'S FOR COFFEE AND DONUTS? Quickly followed by AT ANDY'S, IF YOU WANNA JOIN. That was from 10 minutes ago. Luckily Andy's was walking distance from the campus, but if she'd already been waiting 10 minutes, I didn't want to keep her waiting any longer! Since the coffee shop was walking distance, it was also running distance. In about 3 minutes, I was there, winded and scanning. I headed inside the little bohemian cafe and looked table to table, not seeing her. At all. I checked the bar, but she wasn't there either. Catching my breath, I leaned against the counter when I heard a knocking on the glass. Looking up, I saw a gleeful Amy peering in at me, sat at one of the patio tables. I walked outside, greeted by her laughter. "You ran here?" She teased. I was still mostly out of breath when I sat down across from her. "Went for a jog, no big. 7 miles. Sorry I'm late," I insisted between breaths. "You jog in your jeans?" She bit back a smile, her eyes playfully skeptical. God she was beautiful! Her hair was dry now, golden and even, soft and gleaming. She wore her usual red lipstick, the kind that leaves cartoony lip marks all over your neck when kissed. "You don't?" I broke a smile, clearly lying. "You're not gunna eat all those alone are you?" I inquired, finger pointed at the cute pile of donuts she had heaped before her. "Y'know, I was going to meet someone here, but I don't know if they're ever gunna show!" She shook her head, attempting a woebegone look, but a smile cracking out at the seams. "Oh my god!" I rolled my eyes, "I was 10 minutes late! Cry me a river!" "Oh no," she shook her head, "I'm not waiting for you. I'm waiting for this handsome guy I've been talking with lately. He's really cute." She watched me as simplicity rested on her face with a warm glow of contentedness. "Yeah? Talking talking? Or just talking?" I inquired, resting my elbows on the table and leaning in. "Talking," she didn't even hesitate, as though that response had been loaded in the chamber all along, ready whenever she needed it! She sighed and leaned back, picking up an apple fritter from the bunch and chomping down. She wore a black halter top with a black choker that highlighted the contours of her neck and collarbone. The strings of the top rested loosely behind her neck, entangled amongst the wave of hair trickling along her collar. I laughed, attempting to cut some of the tension and she followed suit. She tucked some hair behind her ear, waving her finger over the donuts. "Grab one." I gave her a confused look, staring down at her chest. I met her gaze, slowly reaching out a hand. I didn't even make it half way across the table before she slapped my hand. "A donut. Grab a donut, you pervert!" I frowned, grabbing a glazed donut and taking a bite. Smirking, I stared at her, mouth full of glazed deliciousness. "You think I'm cute?" I inquired through bits of pastry. She shrugged, meeting my gaze, her face unaffected, unflinching. "You're alright. I mean, I drove 2 hours to come see you. You can do the math, I guess." "Oh hell, speaking of which! How much do I owe you? For gas and all this?" I leaned to my left, retrieving my wallet. "We can talk about it later," she offered a courteous smile. I glanced up at her from the cash, pulling out a twenty slowly and she shook her head, waving the wallet away. With a nod and a shrug, I pocketed the wallet. "Well, anything you want to do today?" I wasn't entirely sure what the syntax was on this meeting. It seemed inevitable that we were going to have sex, but I didn't want to assume that was the whole weekend. Plus, our interactions had sprung out of discussion and personal connection, so I was excited to get to spend some quality time with her. "Well," she sighed, "First off, I need to drop my things off in your room," she indicated to the bag she had resting against the cafe, "Then we should walk to Oak Grove Park!" With that in mind, we caught up for a moment at the cafe while we each consuming a few more donuts. We finally packed up and headed out, dropping her bag off in my room. She looked around the little room, I'm not sure what at, but she peered about, walking the perimeter and examining things, noting certain objects with a little touch. Finally she took a seat on my bed, feet dangling and swaying. She stretched out with a yawn, her top coming more untucked from her high waisted shorts. As she stretched, the fabric of her shirt glanced over her breasts and for a moment I thought maybe I caught a glimpse of the shape of her nipple. Was she not wearing a bra? She laid back on the bed, curling up. "On second thought, those donuts really hit the spot. I think it's time for a nap! Join me?" She turned away from me, wiggling her butt. "It's a small bed, so I guess you'll have to snuggle in close." I needed no more prompting. I slipped into bed, spooning her. My right arm extended above my head beneath a pillow while my left arm slipped through the bend between her hips and her ribcage, greeted by her soft grip, fingers entwining with mine. My hips rested firmly against her ass and I sighed. It just felt right to be like this, curled up and intimate. She cooed out, her hips swaying slightly against me. I took in the scent of her for the first time. This scent would linger in my room a few days after she left, reminding me of that weekend. I wish I could form for you what she smelled like, I wish I knew more to really capture the wonder of breathing in near her. I pulled her hair aside, away from atop her neck and gently tasted her. Her ass extended back into me as she laughed slightly, her grip on my hand tightening. I remember the slight saltiness of her skin, perhaps just sweat? Regardless, I was excited to be making this connection, to not just see and hear her, but to smell, touch and taste her. She turned around to face me, gripping my face and kissing me without another word. I returned the kiss, surprised at how loose she left her lips, leaving her lips tremendously soft to make out with. Her hands stroked the sides of my neck as I rest a hand on her side, palm filled with her body. I squeezed her side as she let her tongue explore my mouth. Her hand spilled down the front of me, traveling rapidly for the front of my pants. I sighed into the kiss when her palm brushed back and forth over my cock. And with that went all subtlety for the weekend! I let my hands slip over her torso, crawling up her chest and groping her wildly as our tongues jousted. I could feel the nub of her nipples through the fabric. She was most definitely not wearing a bra. She pushed her chest out to welcome my grasp, her own grip furious against my member. I slipped my hands up around her neck and worked at untying the knot in her halter top. Kissing her still, I worked at it. I pulled and pried, squeezed and picked, scratched and yanked, but nothing was working... she slowly sat up, sitting on top of me as she moved her hands behind her head, the strings falling loose in seconds, her top draping down her body, revealing her to me. Her breasts hung above me, as she clawed at my belt, clearly interested. I had a thought to help her, but quickly the belt was pried apart and the front of my jeans undone. A cool hand slipped into the front of my boxers, ringing around my throbbing cock. It had been a few months at this point since I'd had any attention like this and it felt so heavenly! I sighed as she leaned down, licking my neck while stroking me. Her free hand pried clumsily at the hem of my shirt, pushing it up. Well, attempting to... I sat up slightly and pulled off my shirt. Amy cooed as she pushed me back down. Her hands ran over my bare chest as she kissed my collar bone, returning her stroking to my cock. Her lips washed all over my collar, my neck, desperately searching my skin. I felt her tongue splash against my nipple, startling me with a jolt of sensitive pleasure. Her teeth clung to me as she bit my nipple, pulling away slightly. I moaned out audibly and she giggled. "You okay there, pal?" She looked up at me, tossing her long blonde locks out of her face. Her pale complexion was already flushed, her eyelids hanging heavy with the heat of the moment. Apparently i stared at her lips too long, because a smirk broke across them as she climbed up me to plant a kiss on me. I braced her neck with my hand, holding her close as I turned my head to really kiss her. The kiss wasn't about raw passion or just moving our lips against one another, it was an erotic exchange, expressing that I was glad she was here and that she was irresistible to me. Her palm splayed open against my chest and she petted me gently. Everything in the world stopped for that kiss. I think in that moment I knew we weren't in love though. There was something about that kiss that colored how powerfully attracted to one another we were or, certainly, how attracted to her I was. But it wasn't love. It wasn't quite just physical either though. Perhaps sexual or sensual was the right word for it. I wanted to know her sexually, beyond just fucking, I wanted to know what turned her on, to let her turn me on, to be completely exposed to her and see all of her. I wanted to flirt, to tease, to touch and to fulfill her. But I didn't love her. I slowly pulled out of the kiss, pushing her a few inches from me. I looked up into her eyes. Her forehead scrunched, filled with worry. "What?" She demanded. Her tone was stern but her volume low. Apparently I had a stupid look on my face and was completely giving myself away. "I-I just want to know what this is before we go any further," I half smiled. She sighed, looking down at my half-clad body, cock still erect at the front of my boxers. She peered at her own body and then returned back to my eyes. "Looks like fucking to me. Any objections?" She smirked, her hand sneaking down my body, not really waiting for an answer. "Just fucking? Nothing mor- A sigh interrupted me as she stroked me again, laying her head to my chest. I felt her nod against me. "Yeah. That's how I'd like to keep it." "Me too," I replied, almost in a whisper. My every muscle melted against the bed as relief funneled through me, with a pleasant tinge of pleasure. She spit into her hand and continued to stroke me, her hand gliding against me, lubricated and soft. I ran my hands through her hair, massaging her scalp in some small gesture of gratitude. She laughed when my hips started to sway and she reduced her grip on me, decreasing the pleasure and extending the tension. "You've got a good cock," she cooed, looking up at me, a sinister look on her face. She definitely wanted to do bad things with my cock and her look made me want to do terrible things with her. We were going to be like a sexual playground together, fun and adventurous. Her hand peeled away from my member and Amy crawled down my body, kissing the tip of my cock before licking it passively. Her soft hair draped over my thighs, like a tent of gold. Her fingers pulled my cock up, setting it vertical as she let her tongue explore. She watched me, stopping a moment. "If you cum, I leave," her smile was wild, carnal, vicious. I swear her eyes turned gold and glowed back like the tapetum lucidum of a cat. She had set the stakes pretty damn high. "You have to stop when I ask then!" I pleaded uselessly. This was the whole game for her. She just smirked at me. "No promises," and with that she took the head of my cock into her mouth, circling it precisely with her tongue. Her lips collapsed to one another as she pulled off, kissing the tip of my cock. She opened again, only teasing the head, her tongue playing with the sensitive area at the base of the head. She made a ring with her index finger and thumb and stroked me passively as she slowly bobbed, just on the head. She would periodically lift off to lick the length of my cock and fondle my balls. Sinews of pleasure collected at my cock and I tried to recoil my hips. "Wait, no!" I pleaded. She was kind and pulled off. "Hm?" She smiled, "Wait for what?" I pushed her back, standing up and dropping my pants. I looked at her, completely naked as she knelt on my bed, looking at me with haughty eyes. She reached out at me, but I pushed her back, undoing her shorts and pulling them off, as well as her panties. I held her at the edge of the bed and got on my knees. She cooed out as my tongue hit her rosy opening. Her flavor was powerful, her panties actually soaked through, her vagina glistening with sexual excitement. She stifled her moans as I pushed her legs up, licking up all of her juices. Her hips started to dance at my every touch, fingers wrapping through my hair as she pulled me in to keep me close. “Don’t cum, or I’ll make you leave,” I teased quietly. She smiled down at me through blushing cheeks. “Make me cum and I’ll stay here forever!” she laughed, interrupted mid exhale by a sharp inhalation of pleasure as I licked her again. She pulled me in tightly, tugging at my hair while I circled her clit. Her thighs were so soft and material in my grip. There was something that felt so powerful about pushing her legs down and apart and feeling her let me do so. I could hear her clawing at the wall as I continued lapping her up, letting my tongue slip within the opening of her vagina, feeling the warm curves of her labia, the erect lip of her clitoris. She shuddered, tugging at me again and thrashing her hips. I squeezed her thighs and pushed them down again, this time she fought me, pushing her hips toward me and pulling me in. I wiped my mouth, rubbing her with my right hand, stimulating her clit between my middle and ring finger. Quickly she sat up and crawled off the bed, pushing me down against the floor before turning her body around. Her silky locks rained down over my cock as her mouth descended to me, her vagina inches from my face. I was curious if this was something she’d done before or was just eager to try out. This was an ordinary go-to for a lot of porn, but it wasn’t something I had tried before. I tickled the back of her knees, getting just the result I wanted when her hips dropped closer to me. Spreading her vagina slightly and groping her toned ass, I leaned up the last inch or two to make contact just as I felt her warm mouth wrap around my cock. Fuck! I hadn’t accounted for how much more excited I was now that we were naked together (but for the halter top rested around Amy’s waist). The feeling of the inside of her mouth, hot and soft, sent a blast of pleasure in me. That combined with tasting her and the joy I felt pleasuring her and I was in deep water already. “W-wait!” I called out, not sure what to do. She had me pretty well pinned at that moment, so really it was all in her hands. I remembered, in that moment, having read something about not tensing and focusing more on something else rather than ‘not cumming’. The obsessive thought of not cumming could actually cause you to think about cumming and therefore lose your load. So, whether or not that was true, I started to focus on the feeling of her thighs and ass in my hands, letting my muscles loosen up. Thankfully, I didn’t lose it then and there, because she was unrelenting. She did stop bobbing on my cock, but she didn’t lift her mouth off. After a few moments passed, she continued, taking me deeper and deeper. I could feel her hand clenched in a fist against my right thigh. I had heard from one of our friends in high school that if you hold your thumb or something that it would deactivate your gag reflex while you held it. I don’t really remember. But, I realized that that was exactly what she was attempting to do. She was trying to deepthroat me. I leaned up again, licking her once more. My tongue explored the length of her slit, teasing inside of her. I stimulated her clit with my thumb, feeling her move deeper on my cock. It seemed that she may have been hitting her limit. She had the head and 2 or 3 more inches in her mouth, but it seemed like she wanted to get to the base, which was still a few inches away. She suddenly pulled off my cock, gasping for air and letting out a powerful moan. Her right hand raised up and she stroked me furiously, letting her weight rest on my face more as I pleasured her. Her hips swayed enough for her to get more pleasure, but remaining close enough that I could continue to taste her. My free hand explored her ass, rubbing the soft surface as I climbed her back, feeling her lean into my touches. Her strokes slowed as her head swept backward, her breath staggering in her lungs. I continued to rub her, sucking on her gently before I pulled my mouth away, pushing my middle and ring finger inside of her.
She felt swollen inside, not in a bad way. I’m sure there’s a more sexual way to explain it than that, but it’s what it felt like. It was like she was ready to burst with sexual release. Her hips sang a similar note as I petted deep inside of her. She collapsed forward onto her hands, moaning out for me. She pawed at my cock, but was too preoccupied with my touches to grip it. Her torso dropped to the floor as she wiggled her ass toward me. She whined out, gripping at my legs. I could feel her pussy tensing in pleasure.
I circled around inside of her, feeling her knees waivering and hearing her breathing hitch. Her ass swayed before me as her whines bubbled over into moans, her grasp turning to clawing. I could smell her arousal, not something I'd have been able to guess was so hot, but some of the intimate scents of sex are the most intoxicating.
Slowly, however, she pulled away to my distress. She stood up, letting her halter top fall around her ankles.
I looked up at the goddess as she walked over to her luggage. Her curves ebbed and flowed, starting at the golden crown of her head, a tempest of hair billowing down over her rosied features, shoulders and chest blushing from heat as she walked back to me. Her hips billowed out into the room, swaying about with each step, her peachy breasts bouncing along. Her knees were textured with the carpet and everything juggled slightly as she finally stood over me, dropping a condom on my chest. She turned around as I put it on.
Kneeling before me, Amy gripped my cock and guided it inside of her. It was slow. It seemed that maybe it'd been a while for her as well. She hesitated, clearly having to ease into it. I had seen reverse cowgirl in porn before, but much like 69, I wasn't sure if it was something people really did. But here I sat, on my dorm floor, Amy with her back to me in this position. Pleasure bolted me back to reality with the dancing she did, her hips sliding lower, my cock venturing deeper into her. In a matter of seconds she sat still on my lap, cock deep inside of her. She breathed heavily and turned her face back to look at me slightly.
It was then that reality really sunk in. I was having sex with Amy. Really, truly. Her cheeks glowed with erotic heat gathered on her body and finding any possible way out. Her hips started to move as small expressions echoed out of her. I leaned up, pressing my chest to her back. I slipped my hands over her cushiony breasts, nipples pert and pinchable. A shriek erupted from her as I teased her nipples, tugging one of them. She laid her head back, planting her weight against me for support while her hips spiraled. Fingers laced with my hair as hot breath hit my ear. She tugged at my hair, leaning my head down so she could nibble on my earlobe. For some reason, that may be the most sensitive spot on my entire body, as she would come to learn (and abuse).
I shuddered and shook slightly with the glance of her teeth. Her hips stopped and she giggled, a smile emerging on her face.
"Oh yeah?" She teased, getting up from my lap and turning around to face me. Crouching over my cock, she teased the tip with her opening. Every time I'd raise my hips to greet her, she'd pull away, clamping back a smile and laughing from her belly. She was cruel!
She leaned past my face on my left side, a shudder emerging from my body as she nibbled my ear, teasing it slightly with her tongue. Adding to this concoction, her breathing echoed quietly in my ear, driving me wild with anticipation. She circled her pussy over my cock, taking the very very tip inside, but not giving more than that. I moaned out as she worked at my ear, my head swirling!
I grabbed her hips and pushed her down, the length of my cock disappearing inside of her as she fell away from my ear.
"Yeeesss!" She cried out. I cradled behind her neck and using her thigh for leverage, I moved her up and down my cock while she swayed her hips. I watched her flushed face, eyes closed and mouth agape, hair draped behind her in a mess. There was a soft intimacy to holding her like this, cradled in my arm, hand supporting her head as she just leaned into it. I felt trusted. I felt valued. And I felt completely incapable of resisting her. Her breasts swept about as we moved together, her soft, trim body jiggling slightly at each end of my cock. Her collar was nearly as red as her face and glistened faintly with sweat. The peaks of her pelvis undulated with the ebb and flow of her hips, her stomach tensing and easing, slight form apparent with each movement.
Her arms clung to the back of my neck as she pulled in close to me, our naked chests colliding.
"You can cum now, if you want," she whispered. Suddenly I felt the clamp of her teeth of my ear as she swayed her hips wildly on me. I sealed her in my embrace as orgasm built and finally erupted out of me. I held her on my cock, as deep as she'd go, as I poured out into the condom, the tectonic collision of orgasm lighting up my senses.
I remember feeling our hearts racing together as orgasm drained out of me. I laid back and she followed, my cock still inside of her. I felt her smile against my chest as I closed my eyes, a little orgasm nap taking over.
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