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Yes, yes it was all too cruel to invite her, considering everything, and was it all too childish in the first place to pick on her at all? Wholly so. But do I regret this action? Well…
If you ignore what people say about Yuliya, she is actually quite a kind person, not the 'weirdo' that everyone describes her as, and while some of her interests might be odd, or far from what is popular, there was nothing to truly warrant the awful attention, other than looks, and mannerisms… maybe sometimes she speaks out of turn, but don't we all, at some-point in our lives? In-fact, she is probably the nicest friend I have, and always well-meaning… Whenever someone won't mention something to me, like my lipstick on my teeth, or some hair on my clothes, Yuliya will usually be there to say so, even if it is embarrassing, it's something much more welcome than finding out that there's a stain on my shirt AFTER going out with other friends.
Even if Yuliya is an outcast, I try my best to invite her to everything she might find interesting, even if it's as simple as a small dinner-date to the local cafe, or a trip to the bookstore, and she is always the most grateful for it, she's like a sweet little puppy, happy to just follow me everywhere… This, of course, brings me back to now, with the music ringing my ears, and with a bottle right in-front of me, much like Fortuna's cruel wheel, spinning to decide my fate…
I regretted each action I had taken up to this point as the bottle span and spun, even trusting anyone in this circle was a mistake, as now, I am going to be picked to kiss with someone, and I prayed on, and on, that it wasn't one of the boys… there is nothing much wrong with them, other than acting like absolute playboys, I heard the way they spoke, and there's no way that anyone actually finds them attractive in any manner whatsoever…
My prayers paid off, however, because I find myself paired with a girl, instead of one of those boys who, honestly, should spend their earnings on a speed stick than a new luxury perfume… unluckily, however, it was my odd-shouldered friend, whom I have been paired with…
Unceremoniously, I was shoved into a closet with my dear friend, who I could see, was shaking like a leaf, her face warm and rosy as she settled down on the floor, but her eyes, they were… hopeful, if not terribly nervous.
"I-I… um." Yuliya spoke softly, trying to seem like the more adept one in this room, but it was clear that it wasn't true…
"Yeah," I continued, there wasn't much to be said to one-another, sat here, in the closet, with a friend I hold so dear…
Not much more was spoken between us for another moment, for fearing that we would offend one-another by the words spilling from one, or the other's lips… despite this, she spoke anyway.
"You know, I had a dream about this," and a soft chuckle from Yuliya, and it was easy to see that she grew warmer by the second.
"We, uh…" Yuliya said no more, however, and crossed her legs, looking through the crack in the closet door, teething at her lovely nails…
As hard as she tried her best to hide it, it was still easy to see why she crossed her legs, because if it was not clear, something else was quite clear, too… And I remembered the need for seven-minutes, seven minutes was far too short to explore her desires, truly, and so I just leaned forth, finding myself over her…
Even if I usually imagine myself under someone else, I cannot help but feel the need to instead, be on top of her, for yes, I am quite a nervous person, but compared to her, I am the strutting peacock.
"S-so, we're doing this?" I let out a hum in response, my hand going to her thigh as I felt her soft lips meet mine.
The kiss was far different than anything I've experienced… even if she's often quite restrained, the kiss was far from it, in fact, she almost pushed me down in her fervor! When she finally got her way, I found myself on the floor, at her mercy…
With only maybe five minutes allotted, my mouth found itself not on her lips, but somewhere much more substantial, this was the first I had ever done in such a place, and with a woman carrying something much unexpected, and my hands just as quickly came down to undo her trousers, unzipping the fly, and— Goodness!
The garment used to hold herself therein was far too incapable of carrying out such a task, so when I finally found what I needed, I was almost smacked in the face by such Cyprian scepter, and one of great substantiality, at that!
… This woman, too, was clearly quite a… quite asweat, just from the odor alone… not that it was a bad one, per-se, in-fact…
The taste was much better than the smell, that of which already intoxicated me so, the taste was enough to drive me mad, even if the current position completely curtailed the possibility of something alike to what the Romans enjoyed, to put it least vulgarly, I could barely move my head up to take such a thing, but clearly, my hands were enough.
Of course, I had neglected to mention the noise, soft little gasps and high hums, all kept at bay by measure of the hand, that of which had a few, small band-aids from when Yuliya found a box much heavier than she thought it to be… in truth, her clumsiness was all the more charming…
Of course, the clock had other plans, and as she heard that alarm chime, the younger woman was quick to tuck herself away, just in time as the door was opened, for me to be lying down on the floor of the closet, and for Yuliya to be tucking her shirt back into her trousers… I'd be lying if I didn't say that they looked like something my granny would have worn back in the day…
Need-less to say, we didn't stay long after that, much too embarrassed to be in a room with all of those freaks, and… I fear that they may have smelled the truth of the encounter on my breath, but that was far besides the point.
The great point of the matter, the zenith of this encounter, however, was soon to come, I found myself driving her car, as we went off to the quiet park, which yes, was much more reckless than doing so in the privacy of someone else's home full of guests, but when coming out, we walked over to a nearby tree, wherein which we made sure that there would not be any eyes unprivy to see such a thing, and well, I found myself coming down, down unto something that of which I craved, and…
The trousers were easy to get off, it had been done before, and I will do such again, if not quicker, and in finding what I was looking for, it seemed almost fervent in it's redness this time, needy, it was, the trembling of the owner's hips showed this clearly.
"I–I… please, f–fuck, it's starting to hurt…" Yuliya spoke softly, stroking slowly as if to entice me to such an act, but of course, for such, there was no need for it.
My mouth found it so easily, it was laughable, taking the very fine finial into my mouth without issue, nor complaint.
The taste, and smell was all greater than before, clearly this woman was very nervous, or something of that nature, maybe the cool air soothed her, if maybe just a little… the only thing that got this girl to make anything other than a small, stopped squeak, muffled by her hand, was the fact that I took her hand from the shaft of this scepter, and replaced it with my own, polishing the silver with care…
Of course, there was much more to the maintenance for something of such crowning glory, that being more of my mouth to soothe the ache, even if I too, had my own… So of course, soon I had to replace the movement of my hand with the sweetness of my mouth, tasting even more of this sudorfluousness, and at the very deepest reaches, only then did I feel something in my throat, so in great haste I pulled away.
The spit was enough of a medium, however, as I began to polish this silvern rod, and at some instances, began to use sweet tongue as well, gently polishing and rubbing, until clearly, a mess was ready to be made of myself, which came quite quick, and of course, instead of allowing myself to be sullied so fast, I took my hand off of her, just to tease.
"P–please, oh I–I'll do anything…" Yuliya's pleas ended as soon as they began, seeing me remove my own jeans.
When the jeans and whatever under it was removed, that of which was revealed was a great, expansive garden, and it's fountains overflowing with need, so much so that the nectar now pooled in the soft garment under the confines of my jeans, and of course, we couldn't be too… explicit in our position, for that'd give too much away, so of course, I came close, and allowed the needy thing to touch the sweet, outer flesh of the soft, forbidden garden.
The slickness of the garden was something that ought not be mentioned, for if I did, I figure that it would be ad-nauseam, but surely it was so great, that it was enough to embrace me, holding my hips with such need, and moving me with such fervor…
It would be clear to any other that me and this girl were embracing, if they of course, stayed at the distance they ought to stay at, for any closer, it would become clearer of the nature of this embrace, that of which was much, much more than simply friendly.
The feeling of the terrible sword rubbing against the soft, needy entrance of my garden, and further unto the little rosebud atop the gate was heavenly, again and again it would attempt to pierce me, as if what I have allowed wasn't enough for her… which of course, it sure isn't…
As quick as it began, it soon ended as I felt Yuliya's hips stutter, and in that moment, I knew that she was distributing what ought to be, and to my shock, but surely not displeasure, she let herself inside, using me to fulfill her own selfish desires like I am some sort of Dutch wife, even if she had just let off her load onto my garment…
Great was her pace, again, and again, ramming into my deepest reaches and furthest gate of the garden as if it were fit to be rammed, bruising it so terribly, yet coaxing sounds from my lips unlike what I have ever experienced before, giving it so willingly, but so heavily, like it was an assault by some army against the gates of some other land, but it was much like the Trojan Horse, ready to let out it's great burden into only what is fit for it.
"I–I'm sorry, but… fuck… I can't– I couldn't…" Yuliya's hand came up to cup my garbed bosom, allowing me to just yield, but not that I would ever hold myself strong against such a thing, however… "I–I need more…"
So much quicker, it became after this, using me like one of the toys she had… I happened upon one of them when I did the laundry… I never did again after that, but why did she ever think that under the pillows would be the most appropriate for something as such?
As quick as I thought of this, and I had no idea that it would be possible for her, as she wheezed, and yes, I say wheeze, but she became ever quicker in her movements, huffing like such a feat was too great for her, due to the malformation of her spine, and ergo, her ribs, but anyhow, she moved with great speed, ready to fold me in two with her position now, there was no questioning the nature of these movements…
With a loud gasp for air from the one who takes me, I felt myself filled so greatly with the result, and it was so much, this result was, it was unnaturally so, but perhaps the question, of what is biologically possible, is in of itself, impossible.
Just as quickly, however, such a thing was removed from me, and I felt the contents, once privy to the inside of my person, spill out onto my cotton panties, that of which would most definitely stain, leaving evidence of this coupling for all to see…
Yuliya, however, didn't seem to mind, simply tucking herself away into her own garment, wiping her hands on her own, sweaty shirt, and when I looked, only then did I see the extent of her exertion, her face was completely red, and her breaths were haggard, trying her best to catch her breath when even her own body refused to allow it.
"I–I'm sorry… I just couldn't control… myself," she spoke desperately, but not for me, but for air…
"… It's okay," was the response to this, what else could be the response?
We stood there for quite longer than necessary, and maybe when her breaths became average for someone so uncurtailed of fair proportion once the action was firstly over for them, I would take her home. Once this capacity was reached, I let her to the car, and soon driving off back to our shared apartment…