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In the sanctuary of her room, we faced each other, still getting over the disagreement yet standing in earnest. I fumbled with the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in a jerky motion. She mirrored me, her movements graceful despite the blush that painted her cheeks.
"Nice... uh, socks," I said, nodding at the quirky pattern of vulva's on her ankles.
"Shut up, they're adorable," she countered, her voice laced with mock indignation.
I fumbled with the hem of her shirt, clumsy fingers finally getting it right. On the first try, I nearly took her head off. The second, I poked her in the eye. Our laughter filled the room, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling up between us. The warmth of her skin under my touch sent a thrill down my spine.
"Okay, here goes nothing," she murmured, guiding me down to the bed.
"Or everything," I replied, trying to sound suave and probably failing spectacularly.
She rolled her eyes, but her hands were gentle as they explored. Every nerve ending sparked to life under her touch, and I marveled at the sensation. I wanted to memorize how she felt, how she moved with me, hesitant yet eager.
"Arnold, you feel..." She paused, biting her lip.
"Like a nervous octopus?" I offered, and we both burst into laughter. The tension broke, leaving room for something else – connection, joy, us.
"Exactly," she agreed, leaning in to press her lips to mine once more.
"Careful there, tiger," she teased, eyes twinkling as I blushed to the roots of my sandy hair. I'd just stabbed her belly button with my finger.
"Sorry, just... wow." My hands traced the curve of her waist, marveling at the softness. Her giggle melted into a sigh, and I watched in fascination as her eyes fluttered shut.
She shivered as I ran a tentative hand along her arm, and I pulled her close to share my warmth. Our bodies pressed together, awkward angles finding their complement.
"Babe?"
"Uh huh?"
"Stop thinking so much." She nipped at my earlobe, sending electricity zinging through me.
"Right." I nodded, my brain short-circuiting as her hands mapped out territory on my back, claiming it with gentle authority. My penis was hard as a rock, and I wanted nothing more than to sink into the depths of her hot pocket.
Our lips met again; this time, it was a slow burn rather than a spark. We moved together, a dance of give and take, learning the steps as we went. Each touch deepened the bond and tied our stories tighter.
"Is this okay?" Her breath was hot against my cheek as she wrapped her legs around my torso, flipping me over and sinking down onto my engorged member.
"More than." I meant it. Every doubt fell away, leaving just us in a bubble of sweaty bliss.
The bed creaked beneath us as she bounced up and down. Her perky nipples pointed at me as if asking me to lick them, so I did. Taking one into my mouth, I suckled like a calf, pulling out deep groans from her mouth. It was like we'd stumbled into a rhythm, both of us honest in our eagerness, yet somehow, it worked. She ground herself down on me, moving back and forth, hypnotizing me with the way her curtains trailed against my bladder. She was perfect.
It didn't take long to cum, I never did. She told me to beat my meat before next time so I could get her off. I offered to lick her with my tongue, but she declined, saying that we would work our way up to that level. Whatever that meant.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, a mess of limbs and contented sighs. I traced patterns across her skin, committing the feel of her to memory.
"Thank you," she murmured, fingers drawing lazy circles over my heart.
"For what?"
"Being you." Her voice was soft, laced with sleepiness. "And for accepting my job."
"Only thing I know how to be. And you don't need to thank me. I was a right dick." I smiled into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.
"Good." She yawned, snuggling closer to my chest.
I lay there, our breaths syncing up. The night outside wrapped the room in a blanket of quiet. Agatha's heartbeat was a steady rhythm against my side. Warm and real. I'd never been this close to someone. Never felt so exposed yet so safe.
"Ready for sleep?" Her voice was a whisper as if she didn't want to break the spell.
