** This is part 4 of the series. Before reading this, I encourage readers to go through parts 1-3 for better understanding and contextualization***
Kayla is absolutely devastated by the breakup, which is surprising considering she initiated it. She hasn't eaten much, has been in bed, and sobbing at regular intervals. She is also very sore from all the sex with Steve.
I have been at my absolute best to look after her. I have listened to her emotional outbursts, given her foot massages, bought her food, and also licked her when she wanted it.
I have been a good listener too, as she shared about her past, her love life, and how she has made bad choices while choosing guys to date.
"You are so different from other guys I have dated," she says sweetly, catching me by surprise.
I just smile and say nothing.
"You are so sensitive, emotional, and a good listener. Other guys have pretended to be these things to get inside my pants."
"But I know you are not one of those. You are not, right?"
I fumble while responding, "Of course not. I really care for you."
She makes a sad face and starts to sob again.
I hug her, which sends electric shocks down my system as she is not wearing much. She has been in her peach sheer slip with a matching thong for the last two days.
"I love you," she says softly, and I am ecstatic. I can't believe her.
I look at her, and she repeats the words again. I press my lips against hers and we start to kiss. She starts to remove my shorts as we are kissing and grabs my hard dick. As soon as she touches it, my body starts to shake and I cum on her hands.
I am apologetic, and I can see the look of disappointment on her face. She doesn't say anything. She has her hand outstretched, her eyes clearly saying to clean this mess up from her hands.
Almost as a reflex, I go down on her and start to lick her. I can sense she is still disappointed, but I remain persistent, and soon she is orgasming hard.
Kayla and I are officially in a relationship. We both make it public on our social media accounts as well. This boosts my popularity and also results in unwanted attention, but I don't care as I am very happy. I am in love with the most beautiful woman in this world, and she loves me back.
We would spend hours talking, go out for dates, try out new places to eat, and watch movies together.
The sex is proving to be a struggle, though. I always knew Kayla is a sexually active girl, but now that I am supposed to be the main giver of her pleasure, I found out how much I am lacking. I have mostly cummed when we have kissed or in the process of me undressing. The furthest we got was when she was putting a condom on me. It is a shame that I am in a relationship with the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the world and I still haven't been able to fuck her. The worst part is that I still remain a virgin!
But she always remained sweet about it. I would catch her disappointed look, but she never expressed any anger or displeasure. She would give me pointers now and then, but it was not lack of intent or knowledge from my side that was missing. Some people are built that way.
I would always go down to lick her but found myself thinking about her marathon sex session with Steve. I would also feel sad that she is missing out on all the fun she deserves.
***
"Should we try sex toys?" I ask her.
She gives me a surprised look.