Month five.
The exams hit full force, but Yves still calls for weekly study sessions over at her place. Both of you are stressed beyond belief, but you persevere anyway.
“Fuck… I could kill for some ice cream right now.”
“We’re out, Yves. I checked just now.”
“What? No…”
“I’ll go get some.”
“Okay, thanks babe!”
—–
The walk to the nearby store, to and fro, and to choose what to get and pay adds up to about 15 to 20 minutes. Yves supposes she has time.
The stress is getting to her. The exams have never mattered more, not when Yves has worked so hard for this. Hence, Yves deserves a break.
Also… the object of her affection just looks really hot today. She’s clad in another dress today, somewhat like a skirt and blouse combo added together, but she leaves two buttons open for comfort. Yves is painfully aware of it, since she did ask before undoing the buttons, but all it does for Yves is make her pants tighter, and make her eyes stray.
Sometimes, her love would lean over to look at Yves’s work, and Yves would get a free look down her cleavage. At this point, Yves is straining hard against her compression shorts, and it’s starting to get painful. Now that she’s gone, maybe she’ll take the time to get rid of that source of stress.
Yves goes to the bottom drawer of her cabinets, pulling out a bottle of lube, a toilet roll, and a fleshlight. For maximum comfort, Yves undoes the buttons of her blouse, pushes her bra up, then unzips her jeans. She pulls her shaft out, squeezing a bit of lube into her hands, then she rubs it up and down her shaft.
“Shit…”
Yves gives herself a few strokes, letting the relief flow through her body. It doesn’t take long for her to grab the fleshlight, removing the cap on the other end, and sinking it onto her tip, letting her shaft penetrate the toy. In her head, she lets a fantasy about her love play.
—–
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Yves thrusts slowly into her babygirl. Her babygirl straddles her lap, bouncing up and down on her thick shaft.
“Fuck, Yves, your cock feels so good, fuck!”
“Shit, babygirl, you’re fucking tight, shit!”
Yves grips her love’s hips, thrusting upwards into her warm, wet, tight pussy. Her love is naked, except for the open dress over her shoulders, unbuttoned to expose all of her body to her.
“Fucking ride me, babygirl. Ride my cock, fuck!”
Yves thrusts up into her partner, sitting up to wrap her lips around a taut nipple. Her love moans, wrapping her arms around Yves’s head.
“Fuck, Sooyoung, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”
Yves pulls out of her partner.
“Sooyoung!!”
“Not yet, babe. Get on the bed and spread that slutty hole for me.”
When her love does so, Yves re-enters her with one hard thrust.
“SOOYOUNG!”
“I’m gonna fucking pound you until I fill that slutty pussy with cum, babygirl.”
Yves takes off, pounding her babygirl with full force.
—–
On Yves’s instructions, you were to leave the door unlocked so you could come back without having to knock.
In hindsight, maybe that wasn’t a good idea.
The store was surprisingly empty, and when you paid for the ice cream and came back, it pretty much only took about 10 minutes. That meant you came back earlier than expected, but now you wish you didn't… but not really at the same time.
When you came back, Yves had the door of her room closed about 75% of the way. When you placed the stuff into the fridge and moved to the room, suspicious sounds reached your ear.
Is that Yves? Is she crying? What’s that weird squelching sound?
When you reach the door, you push it open slowly to…
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Yves. She's… she’s masturbating.
Yves has a dick.
Oh my fucking God.
Your eyes feast on Yves. She has her shirt open, her bare chest on display, a hand over a sensitive nipple, tweaking it between her index and middle fingers. Her abs flex with every thrust into the fleshlight, held up by her other hand. Yves has her head thrown back, groaning and whimpering in pleasure.
“Shit, babygirl, fuck, yes, take my cock, yes!”
Your knees get weak, your panties flooding at the sound of Yves moaning your pet name. One hand of yours snakes between your legs, over your dress, making contact with your clit. You hide behind the wall, watching your crush jerk off to you.
—–
In Yves’s head, she has her partner pinned to the bed, her legs wrapped around Yves’s waist. Yves pounds into her relentlessly, chasing her own release.
“How do you like this cock, babygirl? I said you’ll fucking love me, and it looks like I’m right.”
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