Homemade Valentine

This is my entry into the 2025 Valentine's Day contest. I always like to reinforce that like my author's name says, all of the stories I tell here have a basis in truth and are based on actual events from my life. I've found that writing true(ish) stories from my experiences translate better to the page. That being said, I do add some twists & embellishments to keep them interesting for the readers. Names are always changed.

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Everyone in the story is 18 years of age or older.

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"That's it Jay! Fuck me! I want to feel you come inside me!"

My girlfriend Jessica was on top of me, riding my dick hard. I watched as the dark triangle of her pubic hair bounced up and down my shaft. My hands were gripping and squeezing her full tits and I felt the first burst of cum shoot into her pussy.

"Unnnnggghhh", she groaned as she knocked my hands away and fell on top of me. My arms fell to my sides as we both gasped for breath, our sweaty skin pressed against each other. We lay there for a few quiet minutes as Roxy Music played from the bedside CD player. When my deflating dick slipped out of her, she slid off me to the side, a trail of our mixed fluids dripping out of her on to my thigh. Rather than running to the bathroom, she snuggled in next to me and wrapped an arm and a leg over me. I could feel the juices from her cunt pressed up against my leg and saw the glint of sweat on her skin in the dim light.

Jess was of Greek heritage and had raven black hair that was cut at her shoulders and beautiful olive skin. She was solidly built with broad shoulders, a full set of breasts and a dancer's muscular ass and legs, thanks to years as a professional dancer and instructor. She wasn't skinny, as her boobs and ass were full and gave her a great set of curves, yet she remained incredibly flexible.

She was a girl who was sweet and innocent during the day, someone you could be bring home to grandma. But at night, she was willing (and often able) to try anything in bed. During my time with her, I probably tried more creative sexual positions than with anyone else. Jess' ability to move her legs in virtually every direction made sex possible in a multitude of ways. She also had the libido of a rabbit in heat which made for our very active sex life.

"Hey", I said breaking the silence, "Have you thought about what you want to do for Valentine's Day this Thursday?"

"I don't really know. What are you thinking?"

"I mean, I can have Helen call around and get us a reservation somewhere if that's what you want to do."

"Sure. That works." Her response was less than enthusiastic.

"I'll do whatever you want." I added. "I feel like Valentine's Day is more for women than guys anyways."

"You're not wrong. As long we wear something sexy and red, you guys are pretty much fine, right?" she added a little poke in the ribs to match the verbal jab.

"Seems like a fair trade for overpriced roses and cheap, heart-shaped chocolates." I joked back.

"The thing is" she continued. "Restaurants are packed with 'special' menus and terrible service. Plus, everything is so cheesy that night with every couple in the world going out."

"I would say we could get a hotel room for the night but it's sort of the same thing. Plus, I have meetings on Friday, so I can't even sleep in and enjoy the morning. We could wait and celebrate next weekend, though?"

"I can't. I have my cousin's baby shower on Saturday and I'm planning on going to the outlets with my mother and sister on Sunday."

"Well," I considered. "We are absolutely nowhere, then."

Jessica shifted a bit and leaned her head up on her elbow saying, "What about this? How about if we do a romantic night here? Act as if we're at a hotel with room service, but we don't have to deal with all the craziness. I'll make dinner, you make drinks, we both dress up. That kind of thing.'

"I could set up a little cocktail table by the windows, light candles" I added, thinking out loud. "I mean this place has the best view in the city."

Jess' mind was running at that point, "I love this. You take care of drinks, music, set-up. I'll take care of dinner and the bedroom! We can even order an adult movie on demand like we would in a hotel!"

"I'm totally on board. Are you sure you don't mind cooking? That's not really fair to you."

"Let me think about it. I bet I can call around and do some sort of take-out dinner from somewhere. Like they do all the components, and we just heat them up."

"Let's do it! A homemade Valentine's Day!" I agreed.

"But now," she said sliding toward the end of the bed, "I need to use the restroom. Your cum is still leaking out of me and starting to get sticky on my thighs."

I grabbed her waist and pulled her back toward me. "Or, you can get me hard again and I can add a fresh load into that pussy."

She slid back and wrapped her hand around my cock, giving it a few strokes. For the second time that night, we agreed on a plan.

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On Thursday, Valentine's Day, I picked up a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates for Jess. I also got her a bottle of her favorite perfume. She found a restaurant that provided us a 4 course "meal to go" and all we had to do was heat it all up. She went to my place early to start getting things ready and I left work to meet her there. I had set-up the table the night before with a red tablecloth, candles and all the plates, silverware, and glasses.

When I got to my door of my condo, I was juggling flowers, chocolates, a gift bag, and my laptop case. I was able to hit my own doorbell with my elbow, hoping Jess was there to let me in. I heard the 'click-clack' of heels on my floor and the locks slide open. When she opened the door, I could see that she had already dressed for the occasion.

She had on a tight red sleeveless dress with thin shoulder straps that clung to her body. The scoop of the neckline dipped low and showed off her impressive breasts that were clearly being supported by a push-up bra. She must have dusted her cleavage with some glittered powered as her full, perky, globes shimmered in the light. The dress ended halfway up her thighs, leaving her muscular, stocking-clad legs exposed down to the red heels she was perched on. Her hair was teased out in big loose ringlets, and she had done up her makeup with ruby red lipstick and smoky eyes.

Looking at my expression, she made a small twirl and asked, "You like?"

"You look amazing, babe!"

She moved to the side to let me in and grabbed the flowers and chocolates from my arms.

"Thank you! I love that you got me 'overpriced roses and cheap chocolates', was it?"

"Cheap 'heart-shaped chocolates'" I corrected. "I have a little something else for you, too." I laughed.

"Why don't you get settled, then we can have drinks and exchange presents before dinner" she suggested.

I went to the bedroom and cleaned up a bit. Stripping off my work clothes, I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of black slacks with a black button-down shirt. I pulled on a pair of bright red dress socks to stay in the spirit and tied on my dress shoes. Underneath it all, I wore a pair of red satin boxers, knowing I wouldn't be able to match Jess' underthings, but wanting to make an attempt at being romantic.

Peeking into the kitchen, I saw a bunch of foil-lined containers all set-up on the counter. When I got to the living room, Jess had dimmed the lights and lit some candles around the room. As I've mentioned in other stories, my condo complex consisted of three different buildings, all 40 stories tall. They bordered a common area with a pool, small lawn area and benches that all the buildings shared. My condo was on the 34

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floor and looked out over the sparkling lights of the city. The condo had huge windows that ran from about waist-high to the ceiling, giving us incredible views.

She was flipping through a magazine on the sofa but looked up when I walked in and said, "Honey, you look amazing! I love that we're dressed up for a night in!"

"Thanks. This is awesome. Let me just take care of a few more things."

I went to the 5-CD changer and started the mix of romantic music for the night. I took a few minutes and made two martinis, one with olives, one with a twist and carefully walked them over to the couch. We clinked our glasses in a toast, gave each other a peck on the lips and took a sip of our cocktails.

The mood was more romantic than any restaurant we could have chosen. Music was playing, candles were flickering, and the city skyline shone in the night outside the windows. My eyes kept drifting from Jess' legs to her protruding tits. Her hand was lazily rubbing my leg and I felt myself swelling in my pants. She moved her hand, placed her drink down and grabbed two wrapped packages on the coffee table.

"Let's do gifts!" she announced, handing me the wrapped packages. I reached over and handed her the card and envelope I had waiting.

"Sounds good" I replied. "You go first."

She tore open the envelope to reveal a silly, romantic card with Snoopy on the front. Inside, I had tucked a gift card to her favorite salon for a day of beauty. Unwrapping the gift, her face lit up in a big smile when she saw a small spray bottle of her favorite perfume.

"Thank you, Jason! I love them both!" She pulled off the plastic wrap and opened the box with the perfume in it. She opened the bottle and did that thing that women do, where they spray the scent on their wrist, then sort of rub it on the other wrist then their neck.

She tilted her head to the side and exposed her neck to me, "How does It smell?"

The scent filled my nose as I leaned and gave her a kiss on the neck. I followed that with a lick on her collar and quick nip. She moaned at the sensation that I knew turned her on.

"Enough" she said, pulling away. "Time for that later. Open your gifts. Do the small one first."

The first package contained a pair of gold cufflinks in the shape of Superman's logo. I remembered seeing them in a catalog recently and mentioned I liked them, which she had obviously remembered.

"I love them!"

"I knew you would. Now, open the other one."

The second package was larger and based on the size, I assumed contained a dress shirt to go with the cufflinks. I was surprised when I opened the box and dug through the white tissue paper to find not white cotton, but red lace. I pulled out a red lace bralette and saw a matching red G-string with red fishnet stockings still in the box.

Holding up the bra, I looked at Jess, "Uh...thanks. But I don't think this is gonna fit me."

She laughed and gave me a smack on the arm, "No shit, Sherlock. But like I said, I know red and sexy is all you really want. Plus, now you have something to look forward to after dinner."

"It's the best gift ever, babe. Thank you."

We sat and sipped our drinks for a while and a romantic, flirty vibe filled the apartment. When the glasses were nearly empty, Jess said, "How about if I start getting dinner ready?"

"Sounds good. What can I do to help?"

"Nothing. I don't want to get my dress messy, so I'm going to grab an apron. Can you open a bottle of wine and put it on the table? Then, just relax. I'll yell if I need you."

I did as she instructed and settled back on the couch. I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen and the sound of the oven, refrigerator and drawers opening and closing.

"Why don't you sit down!" I heard her call out. "Salads are ready."

I moved the table and took my seat, taking in the view outside the windows. I saw Jess' reflection in the windows as she walked toward me carrying the two plates. I stared for a second because she was now wearing a red apron with the words "Food is Love" on the front and adorned with different white and red hearts. Something looked different, but I couldn't process as she moved closer and put the plates down.

"I forgot the dressing" she said as she pivoted and walked back to the kitchen.

When she turned, I was graced with the vision of her bare back and ass which swayed as she walked away. She still had on black thigh-high stockings and heels but had removed her dress and wore only the apron. Her legs flexed and her ass rippled as she added an extra wiggle of her hips with every step. My cock grew in my boxers at the sight as she turned the corner back into the kitchen.

She emerged seconds later with a smile on her face. I now saw that her naked tits were jiggling and swaying under the red apron.

"I told you I didn't want to get my dress dirty." she said with a smirk.

She put the salad dressings down and took her seat across from me. I was still sitting dumbstruck, knowing that my girlfriend was sitting across from me, basically naked, ready to have dinner. She lifted her glass and offered a 'cheers' for the second time that night. I tapped my glass to hers and found myself still staring while she took her first bites of the salad.

"We have three more courses, Jay. If this is too distracting, maybe I should put my dress back on?"

"No!" I sputtered. "I mean, no. I'm just surprised, that's all."

Her smile grew as she replied, "I just love this whole 'stay at home' idea, so why not do some things that we normally can't?"

I started to eat my salad and attempted to act as normal as possible. I could see the sides of her breasts peeking out from the edges of the apron. They jiggled and bounced with every movement. My dick was hard and straining against my pants as I tried to calm my impulses. If that level of teasing kept up, I wasn't going to last the night. We didn't talk much as we bit into the crunchy lettuce. I was trying not to focus on my erection, while Jess just sat like the Cheshire Cat smiling at me.

When we finished the first course, she took a sip of wine and stood up.

"Well, it looks like someone is a bit distracted all of a sudden. And, if I want to have any sort of conversation tonight, we need to do something about it."

She slipped around to my seat and settled on her knees in front of me. Reaching up, she unbuckled my belt and started to unbutton my pants. She unzipped them and saw the boxers underneath.

"Jay, did you wear those for me tonight?" she squeaked. "I love them! Now, lift your ass a bit."

I lifted my butt off the seat, and she slid my pants and boxers down to my ankles, letting my cock spring up and free. Leaning forward, she didn't wait before taking my swollen head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around me, wetting me with her saliva. She bobbed up and down taking more of my length into her mouth with each plunge. I felt my cock hit the back of her throat and she paused, allowing me to just sit with the sensation.

She backed off slightly and her spittle started to drip from the sides of her mouth and down my shaft. She released me, and licked up my length like she was licking a popsicle. Sitting back on her heels, she wiped the spit from her mouth and reached behind her neck, untying the apron.

Her large tits fell free and bounced out of their enclosure. When she leaned forward again, her tits pressed against my legs as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I wrapped my hands into her curly hair, as I felt my balls begin to tighten. She must have felt the same thing as she released me again. She shifted slightly and grabbed the small bottle of olive oil she had brought out for the salads.

"Let's try this tonight." she said as she poured some of the oil into her palm. I watched as she spread it into her cleavage until her tits and the gap between them were shining in the night. She poured a bit more, coating her fleshy globes, taking extra time to fill the space between them. When she was satisfied, she put the oil on the table, sat up and wrapped her tits around my cock, enveloping it in her slippery flesh. Wrapping her hands around the outside of her own breasts, she pushed them together and started to jerk me off with them.

The feeling of her soft breasts wrapped around my cock was incredible. The warm pillowy flesh surrounded my cock as it slid through the slick oil. My sensitive head would emerge from the top of her mounds, only to slide back inside their warmth seconds later. It didn't take long before I felt the pressure growing again and I tried to warn her.

"Jess, I'm gonna come."

"Yes, baby. Come. I want to feel you coat my titties with your cum."

With her words, my cock exploded. Hot cum filled the chasm between her tits and leaked out on to my shaft and balls. When she stroked down, streams of cum splashed on to her collar, neck and chin painting her olive skin with streaks of white. Jess released the grip on her tits and my cock and I watched a stream of white cum flow down her skin toward her stomach. Her inner tits were wet with sweat and cum and her upper body was shining from the oil and now had a pattern splashed across it.

Smiling once again, she took two fingers and dipped them through the cum dripping from between her tits. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean of my seed.

"Mmmmmmm" she moaned. "Hopefully that will release some of your tension for the rest of the night. I can't have you rock hard and so frustrated you can't enjoy Valentine's night."

Using the apron to catch and wipe some of the cum on her body, she stood up and said, "I'm going to get cleaned up a bit. Why don't you get yourself together, put the salad dishes in the sink and grab the shrimp cocktails out of the fridge. I'll be right back."

For the second time, I watched her naked ass sway as she strutted away from me. I used a napkin to wipe my cock off, pulled my boxers and pants up and started to clear the table as directed. By the time I had set the shrimp cocktail on the table and refilled our wine glasses, Jess came back to the living room. She had her dress back on but by the way her tits were moving and bouncing, it was clear she had left her bra behind. As she got closer, I saw that her chest still had some remnants of shimmering powder, shiny oil, and dried streaks of cum.

"I didn't clean off completely," she said with a wink. "I mean, what fun is it to have you spray me like that just to remove the proof?"

The rest of the meal was comparatively uneventful, considering how it started. We had the shrimp cocktail and then the stuffed chicken breasts. We drank the bottle of wine which had us both pleasantly buzzed after the martinis, earlier. Despite the fact I had just come, it was impossible not be aroused looking at the glistening, cum-streaked chest of Jess sitting across from me. We were both flirty and amorous until we pushed our plates away.

"You clear the plates while I get dessert" she said.

A few minutes later, the table was cleared, and I had poured two glasses of brandy to go with dessert. I heard the microwave beep followed by a few other 'kitchen' sounds before Jess emerged again holding two plates.

"Tada!" she announced. "Chocolate lava cake with whipped cream fresh from the can!"

She put the plates on the table, sat down and we toasted with the new beverages. As I cut into the cake, the warm chocolate oozed out from the center and mixed with the whipped cream. Taking a bite, I was pleased to find that the filling was warm but not scalding hot, which gave me an idea. Extending my hand, I said, "Stand up."

Jess took my hand and I picked up my plate with the other. I lead her over and gently settled her into an oversized chair in my living room. The chair was big enough to fit two people if they sat close enough together. It had big, puffy cushions and an ottoman that could be pulled up to it, turning it into more of a chaise. One girl I was seeing referred to it as the "love chair" because it was perfectly suited for two people to chill in front of the TV.