Do you know that feeling of disappointment where you are so consumed by it that you can’t hide how you are feeling? No matter how hard to try to keep it suppressed, it is reflected in your whole demeanor. Your face wears a sullen expression. You carry yourself with a defeated weight. There is nothing you can do but accept the feeling and press on your “merry” way. This is exactly how I was feeling when I came home from work after my yearly review.
For months I had been telling people that I was going to be receiving a promotion. I would proudly say things like:
“I’m going to be moving to Desktop Support.”
“Yeah, it should come with a nice pay jump.”
“You know, I’m really ready for a change. I’ve been working in my current position for two years, and I think it’s gonna be nice to switch things up.”
Practically everyone in my life knew these details. Acquaintances, co-workers, friends, family, and of course my girlfriend. Needless to say, this was an exciting move for me. I had been working my entry level Help Desk job while taking college classes, but I was ready for a change. Desktop Support was going to be the job that showed people I belonged out of college and that I was an important member of our company.
But the greatest disappointments in life are born out of expectation. When you spend months telling people that something is going to happen, how do you explain to them why it didn’t? That is the kind of disappointment that doesn’t just last a day. It’s a recurring feeling that resurfaces every time you have to answer for it. And I was painfully aware of that fact. Aside from myself and my boss, nobody knew yet. I didn’t get the promotion, and a promotion wasn’t going to be available for probably at least a year.
I opened the door, and was greeted by my beautiful, caring, loving girlfriend who immediately asked, “Did you get it?!” But shortly after asking, she could tell something was wrong. She knew my feelings almost better than I did. When she saw my sullen grimace, my defeated shrug, and my watery eyes, she knew. She didn’t want to believe it, but she knew. “What?” she asked, her voice now sounding concerned.
“I didn’t get promoted,” I replied, then bit the insides of my lips together.
“You didn’t?”
“No, I didn’t, and my boss said he doesn’t expect to be looking for another person on Desktop Support for a year or something.”
“Aww, honey. I’m sorry,” she consoled, giving me the warmest hug I had ever received.
“It’s alright, babe. I’d rather not talk about it. Can we just go lay down? That’s all I really want right now.”
We both went down the hallway and slipped into bed next to each other. I faced her and wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her in for a tight hug. Unspoken emotion seeped through the embrace. The same thing was on both of our minds.
“I’m sorry about the promotion, hun,” she whispered.
“It’s okay,” I said.
There was a pause as we remained in the clutches of our warm hug. I pulled her in tighter. “I love you so much, babygirl.” That was all I had to say. I didn’t want to think about the lack of promotion or anything else. I wanted my mind to be lost in my girlfriend’s arms. I wanted to hug her, hold her, and feel closer to her than I had ever felt before.
I slipped down her pants, then her panties. She seemed a bit surprised by this move, but she knew better than to make any qualms about it. Even amidst the surrounding feelings, I was fully erect from her sympathetic hugs. With our legs intertwined, I slipped down my clothes and laid my cock between her thighs. I held the tip, lining myself up. She let out a soft moan as my stiff, warm penis slipped inside of her. I pressed onward, continuing until I reached the back of her inner walls. My heart was beating excitedly against her chest. My cock was throbbing against her sensitive internal skin. She probably could have felt the dueling pulsations between my heart and penis.
I kept my dick lodged inside of her, then resumed the passionate hug we were sharing. It was a beautiful unifying symbol of affection. I pulled her in as tight as I could. Being close to her was all I wanted. With my cock now in her, the intimacy of the moment had increased tenfold. My arms wrapped around her, enveloping her within my hold.
“Take off your shirt,” I told her.
Quickly, we both pulled our torsos away and removed our clothes. We made ourselves completely vulnerable, fully exposing our bodies to one another. Then, our cuddling resumed. My chest was pressed to boobs, my lips were glued to her neck, and my cock was nested deep within her. It felt so good. I was pulsating excitedly. Our hips glided together, but my mind was mainly focused on the swirling intimacy of our snuggling. It felt like a sensational bonding of our souls. The warmth, the closeness, the bliss of having her in my arms. It was an outpouring of endearment. I was supposed to feel disappointed, but all I could feel was love and gratitude towards my devoted angel.
I pattered her neck with kisses, taking a moment to whisper, “I love you so much.” It felt amazing to say. The words made my erect penis swell. She guided my face towards hers, pressing her lips on mine. Red sparks flashed before my closed eyes. Our naked bodies were gently rocking into each other. There was hardly any space between us. It was like we were melding into each other.
Her lips left mine and went to my ear. She lightly nibbled on it and whispered, “I love you.”
As she said the words, a sensation of pride roiled through my body. The tingling of adoration went through my heart, surged through my veins, and caused me to shoot warm globs of cum into her. “I love you, baby. I love you so much,” I repeated, unleashing ropes of my milky juices. The liquid merged our sensitive bodies, bonding us stronger than ever before.
Breathlessly, I met her eyes and said, “I’m so lucky to have you.”