This is my first story! It's based on me and my girlfriend, with slight alterations, both of us are over 18. Please feel free to comment and give me your opinion!
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My girlfriend always gets what she wants in our relationship, which you would think gets annoying, but I like to look at the positives.
It was just a usual Saturday afternoon when she came by, we had been dating for almost two years now but still every time I saw her, my heart skipped a beat.
She was wearing a sundress, that reached just under her thighs, and a pair of sunglasses I got for her a few months back.
I was living in my student housing, it was a tiny flat, one bedroom, a small kitchen and connected to it a living room.
She jumped into my arms playfully and we hugged, she loves hugging, she'd find any excuse to hug me, she said she felt safe in my arms.
She smelt like lavender as she strolled past me into the house, and I already knew the meaning of this little visit, because when she jumped over the couch to lay down, I could tell she was wearing no panties under her dress.
I bit my lip and followed her inside, she motioned for me to lean down and give her a kiss, smiling her sweet smile up at me, her beautiful brown curls covering my couch now.
I do as she wants and lean down to kiss her lips softly, and as our lips meet I can taste how sweet her lipstick is, and how badly she wants me to have her.
See my girlfriend was not one for subtlety, she was very honest about what she wanted, and I was always happy to comply.
After our lips part from the soft kiss I sit down next to her and she quickly climbs onto my lap, sitting facing me with a little cheeky smirk, as she can already feel my bulge through my trousers, see I was not one for subtlety too I would say, my body gives away what I want as well.
I lean forward to lock our lips again, this time deeper, with more passion, a flurry of lips moving against one another quickly and hungrily, her thin waist grinding against my bulge to stimulate her, and I'm happy to push my waist up against hers.
My hands rest on her sides and hers wrap around my neck to deepen the kiss, our tongues starting to wrestle together while she lets out a tiny moan into the kiss, starting to grind harder against me, needing her stimulation.
My hands grab the fabric of the dress and pull it over her head, forcing us to stop the kiss only for a second, and she takes that chance to immediately take my shirt off as well, running her hands over my chest.