I close my eyes, the shower’s hot water flows over my back; I bite my lip. It’s on the verge of being painful, but that’s how I like it. Steam makes the air thick, more challenging to breathe; a buzzing sound catches my attention. I turn off the tab, step out of the shower and take hold of my phone.
1 new message: James
‘Oi, home?’
James lives next door. He’s my best friend. No, that’s not right, more like my soulmate. There isn’t a thing he doesn’t know about me or the other way around. This kind of text usually meant he wants to meet.
I hit the reply button. ‘Sec. Getting dressed. Was showering.’
Within seconds after sending the message, my phone buzzed again.
1 new message: James
‘Don’t. On my way.’
Reading the notification makes me smile. I can imagine the playful twinkle in James’ eyes writing that.
After sending, ‘You wish.’ I put down my phone and take my towel from the drying rack. Once dry, I walk over to the dresser and put on a skin colour slip with a matching strapless bra.
Walking towards my room, I peek through the window, giving me a glance at James’ driveway. He’s sitting in the trunk of his battered old pick-up. My eyes close as a smile forms on my lips. How many more boxes can he tick on the ‘slightly too cute boy next door’ list?
It seems to be a clear summer day, and judging James outfit, a warm one.
I put on a sky blue summer dress, tie my hazel hair in a ponytail and look in the closets build-in mirror. My dress’s centred shape accentuates my figure and makes my hips appear somewhat broader, my b-cup breasts slightly larger. The dress actually compliments my curves. Pleased with my look, I walk down the stairs where I put on my ballerinas and out the front door.
As soon as James sees me, he jumps out of his trunk. I walk over to him and hug him. Strong arms close around me, his typical musky odour hits my nostrils and makes me smile. I lay my head on his collarbone and enjoy every second before his grip loosens.
“You smell nice,” he says while taking some distance. “Did you finally took a bath?” Again, that playful twinkle in his brown eyes makes me smile.
“Asshole,” I say while hitting his chest. “Can’t you be nice for a change?” I’m trying hard to keep a stern look, although I know he just sees past it.
He laughs, “Oh, come on, Emmy, you know I’m only teasing you.”
I nod and smile at him. “You’re alone?” Another certainty, most of the time, if he sends me a message to meet, he’s alone. Not that I’m not welcome when he’s not, but we both enjoy the time we spend alone together.
“Yea, until 5 or so, they went to work.” With ‘they’, he meant his parents. We both still live with them. Although he’s planning to move out after graduating next year.
“I’ve got you a present, by the way,” he says while smiling at me. He walks over to the passenger door of his truck and takes out a rectangular box. “Here.”
“James! I told you you didn’t have to buy me anything!” I try to give him a stern look while accepting the package. Secretly happy he never forgets my birthday and always gets me something small.
“Yea, I know, but you don’t turn 18 every day,” He says. “Come on, open up.”
I open the wrapping paper, my heart skips a beat. Inside is a limited edition, harry potter DVD collectors box.
“Oh my-! whe- where did you get this? I’ve been looking for this one for ages!”
When I look up at him, there’s a massive smile on his face. “Last year, in the London studio’s.” his voice dropping with satisfaction. Did he plan this?
“This is amazing!” I carefully place down the box and wrap my arms around James’ neck. Hugging him tightly, I whisper in his ear, “Thank you.”
Again, he wraps his arms around me, only this time he lifts me off the ground. I can feel his muscular body against mine, the warmth of his skin. It’s like something is swelling inside my chest and-
James puts me down, and somehow it feels like a spell has been broken. There’s this emptiness inside me where I can’t put my finger on. James’ voice breaks my thoughts. “You wanna watch one?”
“What?” I’m slightly startled but quickly regain my composure, “Oh, yea, of course!” I grab the box and look at his front door.
“You’re alright?” there’s a tone of concern in his voice. He tries to make eye contact.
I frown, “Yea, why not?”
“It looked like you were brooding about something.”
“I guess I’m just touched by your gift,” I reply with a smile. He really does notice the slightest alteration in my behaviour. “My place?”
“Sure.”
As we enter my house, James asks. “Can I help? Drinks, snacks, whatsoever?”
“Just take that big brown blanket from the wicker basket next to the sofa.”
Complying, James goes to the living room. from there, he shouts. “Want me to start up the movie already?”
“Just sit down and get comfy.” I shout back as I take hold of a big bottle of coke and bag crisps. When I enter the living room, James’ already sitting down. I place everything down and carefully put the DVD in the DVD player.
I sit down as the movie starts and drape the blanket over us.
“I’ll never understand why you always want a blanket when we watch something, even on warm days like today.” his hand slides over his face and squeezes his chin, something he always does when he’s wondering.
“I just like cosiness.” I softly sigh as I snuggle close to James. “Candles, blankets, cuddling.” I look up at him.
With a smirk, he shakes his head. “Alright, I got the hint.”
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer. “You desperately need a boyfriend.”
“You’re tired of me already?” I look up and try to hold his gaze. with my most teasing voice, I continue. “Don’t I provide you with the perfect girlfriend experience?”
While laughing loud and infectiously, he answers. “Let’s get into bed then.”
Instinctively I punch his chest again before laying my head back on his collarbone.
We continue watching the movie, although I’m not as focused as usual. James’ joke still lingers in my mind. What if I followed up on his offer? Let him be my first? I push the thought away.
James looks at the television. “I was talking about you, by the way. I don’t need a girlfriend; you need a boyfriend.”
I look up at him. “You’re doing fine; I’m getting all I need from you.”
Or at least most of it.
Halfway through the movie, I notice James’ shallower breathing. I look up; his eyes are closed, and his mouth slightly open. I roll my eyes and tickle him. With a gasp, his eyes open. He quickly turns, grabs my arms, a lock them both in one hand. With his free hand, he starts a counter-attack. I sit upright and try to move away from his preying hand. Giggling, I lean back as his fingers brush my ribs. I lose balance and fall on the sofa, pulling James with me as I go down. Using this momentum, James pins my hands above my head.
In between the giggles, I try to speak. “No-ooh, st- stop it.” I curl up my legs. He places his free hand above my knee, trying to push it down to pin it underneath him.
I know that if he succeeds, I’d be completely immobilised. I quickly wrap my legs around his waist. Again, he places his free hand on my leg to push it down, but this time his hand slides down.
Suddenly everything seems to go in slow-motion.
I feel his warm hand slide up my leg; my body reacts to the sensation sending a shiver through me. His hand bottoms out on the outside of my hip, his thumb brushing my groin. I gasp, again that swelling in my chest. I look down, my dress rose up, exposing my underwear, his hand still on my hip. I’m panting and involuntary bite my lip when I look into his eyes. I feel my labia dampen. The next few seconds, it’s like we’re both frozen in place. His grip on my wrists loosens. Before I realise what I’m doing, my arms are wrapped around his neck. Our lips touch, my tongue brushes them, our kiss quickly deepens.
Suddenly James breaks the kiss and sits upright. “Emmy, we-”
“I’m so sorry; I don’t know what came over me.” I sit upright and take some distance. Looking down, fixing my dress, I feel my cheeks turn bright red. Why did I let this happen?
“Don’t get me wrong,” he says with a reassuring tone, “It’s not that I mind kissing you.” he scoops over to me and caresses my back, comforting me. “I just don’t want it to fuck up our friendship.”
“Yea, you’re right. We can’t do this.” My words could not be more dissimilar to what I actually wanted. Before I can stop myself, I add. “Not without some ground rules.” If I wasn’t blushing already, I certainly am now.
James frowns and squeezes his chin. “Ems, I don’t want us to regret some rushed decisions. I don’t want to hurt nor lose you.”
His words feel like he’s stabbing me, tears well in my eyes.
“Well, congrats. You just did. But luckily, one of us is thinking rational.” I know it’s unfair, but I really feel hurt and rejected; at this moment, everything is better than crying.
By the look in his eyes, I can tell I’m no longer the only one that’s hurt. He scowls. “Emmy-”
I turn my head, ashamed for lashing out like this. I can feel the tears trying to breakthrough. “Please, can you leave me?” My voice is less steady than I’d like it to be.
Without another word, James stands and leaves. As the door clicks into its lock, tears roll down my cheek.
It’s 11pm; over the course of the day, I’ve realised I overreacted. Why was I hurt? Because James didn’t take advantage of the situation? That he actually thought about how I’d feel if we’d continued? That he valued friendship over lust? With a sight, I take my phone and type a text to James. ‘Sorry, I acted like a bitch. Plz, forgive me?’
I toss my phone onto the bed and pull my dress over my head. I unclip my bra, step out my knickers and jump underneath the sheets. The cool, soft fabric feels pleasant against my bare skin. After a few minutes, I lift my knees, placing my feet closer to my butt. The movement rushes a gentle cool breeze underneath the sheets.
I place my hand on my knee. What if James hadn’t stopped this afternoon? I move my hand down some inches, imagining it’s James’s slightly rough hand brushing my leg. Arousal washed over me; my hand slides down another inch. I can still picture the feeling of his lips on mine, the softness of his tongue. My skin starts to tingle. Another inch, my nipples harden, my free hand finds my breast. “Hmmm, James.”
My fingers trace my hip, brushing along my groin. Pressure builds in my abdomen; I slightly spread my legs, I’m soaked.
My fingertips slide over my outer labia, imagining it’s James’ fingers; I bite my lip and frown. The moment my fingers touch my clit, my orgasm takes me by surprise; it rolls over me like an avalanche. My back arches, my entire body trembling. “Aaaghn, fu-” My head becomes fuzzy, intense satisfaction overwhelms me. “-uuck!” My body feels like it’s radiating.
Distantly I hear my phone buzz, but I’m too weak to react to it; slowly, I drift away into a deep sleep.
The sound of the doorbell wakes me up. My mind still cloudy; I turn onto my back, my body feels heavy. I chuckle and bite my lip as I remember why; it definitely was a fantastic orgasm.
The bell sounds again, I sight, persistent are we?
I push the sheets away and take my bathrobe from the hook on the door. I make sure everything fits snugly and tie the belt around my waist.
As I’m walking down the stairs, the bell rings again.
“Yes, just a second!” I shout as I make my way to the door. I look through the peephole and see James. What’s his hurry? Usually, he’s always patient.
I open the door, as soon as he sees me, he starts to speak.
“I’m so sorry for the text. I didn’t mean it. I was hurt, and I’m sorry for saying that.”
Confused, I look at him. “What text?”
His eyes go wide; there’s hope in his eyes. “You didn’t read them? Give me your phone.”
I shake my head, “Jesus James, I’ll read them in a sec; you just woke me.”
He grabs my shoulders, his eyes pleading. “Please don’t; Where’s your phone?”
I shake my head. “Jesus, In my room, I think.” My words are barely spoken, and James darts past me up the stairs.
By the time I can catch up with him, he’s in my room, my phone in hand. With a sigh of relief, he sits down on my bed and holds out my phone.
I yank it out of his hand, angry for having my privacy invaded like this.
“What the fuck James, you can’t just barge in like that! let alone take my phone without permission.”
“I’m sorry,” Although I’m clearly angry, he seems to relax. His voice calm and steady. “let’s just say I’ve acted like an asshole, and I regretted it the moment I hit send.”
His calmness makes me even angrier. “I don’t give a fuck James, Get the fuck out of my house!” I shout while pointing at the door. He stands and walks past me without another word. When he’s out, I look at my phone. Our conversation is still open, and the last message is the one I sent last night.
Over the next couple of weeks, our friendship returns back to how it was before my birthday. The events that happened nothing more than a forgotten and forgiven memory. A trait we both picked up over the years. No matter how angry we get with each other, We always worked it out.
Near the end of the school year, I receive a message from James.
1 new message: James
‘Oi, you home 2nght? I need a favour.’
With a quick reply, I send ‘Sure.’ and continue what I’m doing. When I get home, James’s sitting in the trunk of his pick-up. He eagerly waves at me.
He jumps out of it and hugs me. I inhale deeply; His scent is so intoxicating.
“Ems, I need a favour,” he says as he lets go of me. “I’ve got an assignment for my graduation project. I need to make a portfolio for an all-around model. Including paper and the online version.” I nod as he continues, already understanding where this is going. “Can you be my model?”
“Define all-around model, please?” I say, flattered that he thought of me.
“A model we can use for all kinds of assignments, primarily commercial. Like for fashion company’s, make-up commercials but also for promoting recreational venues like theme parks or wellness centra.” he’s clearly enthusiastic that there’s a chance I’d say yes.
“Sure, but nothing nude or too exposing.”
He laughs, “Emmy, it’s commercial, not pornographic. I promise it will be modest.”
“Just giving you a heads up.” I wink, and he laughs again. Clearly content with my answer.
“Great. If you can just send me your sizes, I will make sure everything is in the studio. Can we start shooting tomorrow?”
“Everything small, but you know that, don’t you? And yes, I’m free tomorrow.”
“Yea, but you’ll need to be a little more specific Ems, like all sizes. Just look up a models measurements; You’ll know what I mean.”
“Okay,” I’m slightly confused; All sizes?
“Perfect! Now go measure! I’ll need them ASAP if we want to start tomorrow.” James is nearly jumping up and down in excitement, it’s contagious, and I smile at him.
“Fine, have it your way.” With a last wink, I go inside and start looking up what exactly he needs. I’m shocked by seeing the exactness of those lists. I somewhat reluctantly measure everything and type my text to James.
‘Weight: 125.6 lbs / 57kg
Height: 5′ 7 1/2″ / 1.71 m
Body type: I don’t know? Slim?
Body Measurements (breast-waist-hip): 33-26-35 in / 84-66-89 cm
Bra: 32B (US) / 65B (int)
Feet: 6.5 (US) / 37 (EU)
Dress size: 6(US) / 36 (EU)’
James replies in seconds. ‘Thx! I knew you’d be perfect.’
His reply makes me smile, but I can’t help feeling a little anxious.
The evening passes quickly, and by night I’ve got a hard time catching sleep. I’ve never done any modelling, and suddenly I’ll be in front of James’ lens. But he chose me; of all the people he could ask, he chose me. With that pride, I finally drift asleep.
The morning passed in a rush. I took a quick shower, got dressed in jeans and a plain top while James was busy packing his gear and stacking into his pick-up. On our way to the studio, a professional one he arranged through the school, he briefed me.
“I couldn’t arrange a make-up artist or hairdresser on this short notice, so we’ll be focusing on natural shots today. Everyday handlings, mostly to get comfortable before the camera. maybe some nightwear, if you’re up for that?” He is rattling, but the enthusiastic type of rattling, as if he cannot talk fast enough to get everything said.
“We’ll see,” I reply; I’m more nervous than I’d like to admit.
When we arrive, I’m shocked. The studio is vast, separated into different compartments, representing living environments that could be out of movies. I’m standing in the middle with my mouth open.
James laughs at my reaction. “It’s the project of our decor building department. We must use this set for this assignment so we can be judged equally. You know, all backgrounds the same.”
“It’s amazing; I could live here.” I’m still looking around, astonished by all the details that are in the different sets. Small things make them look real, Like the open magazine at the corner of the dining table or the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink.
I feel James hand on my shoulder. “Come, We’ve got work to do.”
He leads me into the set that represents the living room. He opens his bag, which I didn’t even realise he was carrying and sets up his tripod and camera. “Just look around.”
I walk over to the table and take the magazine I noticed before. I hear the shutter click for the first time and turn around. “Don’t mind me, just look around, explore.” His voice is soft and reassuring. I turn my attention back to the magazine. There’s an interview with a model on the open page; I can’t help but laugh at this. How accurate. The shutter keeps clicking. I decide to read a bit of it, and after a few minutes, I don’t notice the clicking anymore. I sit down on the sofa, a pretty comfortable one, and I kick off my shoes. When I finished the article, I take hold of the remote and switch on the television. It’s actually connected! I get a bit more comfortable and lay down.
“Perfect Ems.” James’ voice startled me; I look over and smile. At this, the shutter clicks faster. After about half an hour of exploring, James’s voice calls out. “Good, Next room.”
We walk over to the kitchen set and repeat the whole process. I look around, take hold of things, occasionally smile at James. I actually like how the shutter speeds up when I interact with James; I even ask random questions. “What would you like for dinner?” James laughs at this and answers my questions.
Again, after about half an hour, James calls out it’s enough for this room. I walk over to him, he says. “I’m just going to upload these to my computer, and we can have a first glance at them.”
When I see the photos, I’m surprised by the quality. They all look so professional, I know James studied for this, but I never thought pictures of me could be this good. I smile at the casualty displayed in the photographs; one photo draws my attention. It’s one taken in the living room set. I am sitting on the sofa with my legs crossed, and I am stretching myself. My top has come up a little so that my belly is somewhat visible, the rim of my knickers just visible above my jeans.
I look at James. “This one,” I say, “It’s-”
James interrupts me. “Beautiful?”
“I was about to say, strangely sexy,” I reply, feeling my cheeks redden. “But yea, also beautiful.”
He nods, “Yea, there probably are more pictures like that.” he looks into my eyes, and somehow my heart skips a beat at the intensity of his look. “You’re very photo genetic, you know, I’m confident that with some posing, you could make dusting sexy.”
Again, I feel myself blush, “Thanks, I guess-” his remark didn’t miss its effect. In the following pictures, I started looking at everyday things that could make a photo sexy. The next one that caught my attention was one of the kitchen set. I am standing at the cooker, straightening my bra. Under the bottom of my bra cup, my thumb makes my top fit tightly; through the red fabric, you can see the black of my bra. My gaze seems dreamy in it.
“Another pearl, that is,” James says while looking at the screen. “I wonder what you were thinking?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t even know I did that.” As I close the Laptop, I look at James. ” I’m starting to get hungry. Do we have much left to do, or are we done?”
“Two more rooms, but we can eat first. the studio is ours till tomorrow.”
“Let’s grab a sandwich.” I seize James’ hand and start dragging him outside. He stops me.
“I’ve prepared lunch; It’s in my bag.”
I grin. “You thought about everything. Didn’t you?”
After we’ve eaten, James takes me to a set representing a bathroom. I’m slightly confused and look at James, I ask. “What do you expect me to do here?”
“Something like an evening routine, skincare, brushing your teeth, putting on pj’s?”
My eyes go wide as I reply. “You want me to change?”
“Only if you’re comfortable with it, Ems,” he says as he places his hand on my shoulder. “I can leave while you change, or you don’t change at all. it’s up to you.”
For a moment, I think in silence. Changing in front of a camera was not on my to-do list. On the other hand, the other pictures were all beautiful, and I’m curious how sexy they would look. Maybe I could even turn James on? Before I can change my mind again, I say. “No, It’s okay; I’ll do it.”
James smiles. “We’ll stop if it gets awkward for either of us. Fitting clothes are in the closet.”
With that, I step into the bathroom, the clicking of the shutter starts again. I start with some skincare in front of the mirror and brushing my teeth. I look at the closet and feel my heart beating against my chest. Am I really doing this? I step over to the closet en pull open the door. Inside there are different kinds of nightwear and a whole shelve of underwear. I’m not changing my underwear! Behind me, I can hear the shutter click.
I pick out a playsuit with lace edges, something I would really wear. It looks airy and comfortable, and although the cut at the hip is relatively high and the cleavage quite broad, it is still decent.
I turn around and look at James; he’s behind his camera, not even looking through his viewfinder, constantly hitting the remote shutter button. Adrenaline rushes through me; Alright, let’s do this.
I slowly take hold of my top’s hem; the further I lift it, the more James mouth opens. I grin and bite my lip; James mirrors my facial expression.
His reaction, combined with the clicking of the shutter, has an arousing effect on me. Surprised at my one boldness, I lift my top over my head, the clicking intensifies, and I smile. It seems like we’re both enjoying this little show. I toss aside my top. My hands slide along my belly towards my jeans’ button; I slowly open it and start to push it down. I must be doing something right, James whispers, “Holy fuck.”. Motivated by his reaction, I slowly bend while pushing my jeans further down. Now in my underwear, I turn around, wiggle my ass and take hold of the playsuit to put it on. I step into the playsuit and slide it up my body.
When I put the straps over my shoulder, the clicking suddenly stops, James says. “I’m sorry to stop you, and you’re doing great; it’s absolutely amazing. but your underwear is ruining every shot since you put on that thingy.”
Stunned, I stare at James, “What do you mean?” He’s blushing.
“Your underwear shows through the clothing and at the cutouts, so you either need to change or remove them.” He looks at the floor, avoiding eye contact.
I tilt my head and put on a stern face. “I’m not getting naked in front of your camera.” Although I’d like to see his reaction if I did. I feel my nipples stiffen at the thought. Realising that I am getting too horny for my own good, I think to myself, stop it, Emmy-.
“I’ll wait around the corner; just call when you’re ready.” He turns around and walks out of sight. There is clearly no vacancy for discussion, so just different lingerie, or-
Would I? Of course, I should, the decision based mainly on my arousal. I quickly take off the playsuit, unhook my bra and push off my panties. The crotch is stained with wet spots; I can smell my own arousal. It makes me even hornier. I inhale deeply, trying to get my hormones under control. I put the playsuit back on and call out to James. “I’m ready.”
When he appears around the corner, he looks from my underwear on the floor to my hips and breasts. With a smile on his face, he looks into my eyes. “You look stunning; let’s continue” the clicking starts again. I lean down to put my underwear out of sight; on my way back up, I realise I should be a little more careful if I don’t want to flash James. Who am I kidding? I’m getting off on it.
The anxiety is quickly forgotten. Within minutes, I’m trying to tease James in every way I can. Walking around while wiggling my but, sitting down on things seductively looking at him, or ‘accidentally’ showing some skin. I can see I’m turning him on, and I’m enjoying it. When I walk over to him with the strap of the playsuit hanging loosely from my shoulder, he says, “Alright, next room.”
I walk over to the next set and chuckle as I see James breathing deeply and sticking his hand in his pants, probably getting his hard-on more comfortable.
In the bedroom set, I again look at James for guidance. His tripod is set up at the foot of the bed, in the middle of the scene. The lustful look in his eyes tells me his mind is currently as clouded as mine. “Just keep doing what you were doing in the bathroom. I’m certain it’ll be flawless. You’re a natural.” I grin and bite my lip. The shutter starts clicking again.
I walk over to the bed, sit down on it and look at James; I let myself fall backwards, my arms spread. With my eyes closed, I think for a moment. He wanted me to keep turning him on? He’ll get it.
I place my feet at the edge of the bed. I start caressing my leg, from my knee down to my hip and back. When I turn my head to check James’ reaction, I can see his member’s outline through his pants. I bite my lip and arch my back.
In a swift motion, I turn onto my stomach. I lift myself up, getting on all fours. The fabric of my playsuit is hanging loosely around my body. James probably sees right up my cleavage, but I don’t care. He can look all he wants. I crawl closer to him; he keeps shooting pictures. When I reach the edge of the bed, I sit on my knees, place my hands upon them and tilt my head; I look into his eyes and bite my lip.
“Ems, What are you doing? You’re driving me crazy.” Even his usually so calm voice is dripping with lust. I laugh and let myself fall on my back. I feel the fabric tugging my crouch. Pushing myself higher on the bed. I slightly open my bend legs and look into his eyes again.
“What’s holding you back?” I can see the moral dilemma in his eyes. He just needs one more push. I place my hands on my knees and slowly slide them down the inside of my legs. When they reach my groin, I close my eyes. I slide one hand further up my body while I use the other to cup my pussy. A moan escapes my lips. The clicking stops. I feel James enter the bed; when I open my eyes, he’s sitting between my half-open legs. His hands slide down the top of my legs. This is it; I’m giving myself to him.
His hands reach my hips, and I close my eyes again.
His hands roam my body; I brush my fingers over my nipple. Another moan escapes. I feel the fabric covering my pussy shift, suddenly glad I shaved this morning. James’ finger circles my clit. I inhale sharply and open my legs further. His gyrating fingers are making me pant. I feel something hard and warm at my entrance. With some pressure, I can feel my labia part. My eyes fly open, wanting to warn James to be gentle. But I’m too late; with one deliberate movement, I feel him sink his member inside me; with every inch, the feeling of fullness increases. Suddenly, there’s a sharp sting, my muscles contract, James groans and pushes harder. My mouth opens, and I frown; I’m about to cry out in pain when the movement stops. Palpitating, I look up at James; he kisses me. I wrap my legs around him, quickly getting used to the feeling of fullness. James pushes himself up on his arms, and I feel him withdraw his member. The fullness decreases; it creates the opposite sense, tingling with a desire to be filled. He pushes in again, and I moan as my desire to be filled is met. James starts thrusting. My eyes close; the tingling feeling is spreading through my body, building pressure every time he sinks into me. The sensation is about to overwhelm me as James begins to speed up his movement. I open my eyes; he’s frowning, his mouth slightly open. I realise he’s about to cum.
Panic sets in. “James, n-” I gasp as he sheaths his member in me again. I lift my legs, trying to get his member out of me. It has the opposite effect. He grabs my knees and pushes them up, pinning me to the mattress.
“Don’t cum in-” It’s too late; he pushes his member deeper than it’s ever been and hold it there. I can feel it swell; moments later, his sperm is shooting inside me. The sticky fluid is coating me inside, warming me; I sense it seeps deeper into me. The sensation triggers my own orgasm, waves of pleasure wash over me. My pussy contracts, milking James, he grunts.
When our orgasm is faded, James pulls out of me and rolls onto his back. I lower my legs. I look at him and ask. “Why didn’t you pull out?”
“You’re on the pill, right?” Our eyes meet, and I sight. Feeling the evidence of our encounter burning inside me.
“No, I told you a few months ago I needed to stop because I had an allergic reaction to them.”
His eyes widen. “Oh, fuck.”
I grin. “Yea, indeed.” I snuggle closer to James and cuddle him. “I’m certain you’ll be a great daddy.” His facial expression is one to pay for, and I kiss him. Maybe we’re lucky?