In Which She Embraces Her Boyfriend Kinks
A young girl begins to realize her boyfriend's peculiar fetishes.
I love my boyfriend, I really do, but sometimes he pushes my boundaries sexually even though it excites me. Maybe it's because we're young and our sex drives are high, but sometimes his 'interests' are a little weird for lack of a better word. I've known him all my life. We've been in the same school and grade since kindergarten. Now, we are in our sophomore year of college and we've picked up on the more intimate side of our relationship. We lost our virginity to one another junior year of high school and it was rough because of his size. Fully erect he is nine inches and girthy. After a year of sex, I noticed a slight gap in my pussy from taking his length so frequently. He had taken to using three fingers during foreplay and as of recently, trying to add a fourth which I would protest immediately. I also noticed he loved to eat my pussy after we'd come from our runs on the weekend. When I'd try to shower first he'd corner me in the bathroom as I'm taking off my clothes, seducing me with passionate kisses and gentle touches making me forget the running shower water until after I'd already gushed my juices over his face.
I'd make jokes saying he must really love me to be willing to eat me out after I'd sweated my ass off, but he'd just smirk in response with a little chuckle that sent thrills down my spine. I'd later think about those interactions when I couldn't find the panties I'd worn, figuring that he had taken them but never confirming my suspicions. I was at the point where butterflies gathered in my stomach whenever I knew I would see him because of the feeling of the unknown. At school, he would find me in between classes pulling me into janitor closets or empty classrooms for heavy make-out sessions or to feel how wet I was from the naughty texts he would send me throughout the day. Excitement flowed through me whenever my classes ended knowing that Beau would be waiting somewhere in the halls on the route to my next class ready to pull me into a private spot to tease my body. I thought of all of this as I lay in bed, the morning before classes, playing with my pussy and fantasizing about my boyfriend. My hand slipped between the fur-covered folds looking for the release that wouldn't be half as good as what Beau would undoubtedly give me later.
I had once shaved, thinking Beau would like the smooth flesh better than all the hair. When he saw my shaved mound, he immediately said he preferred the bush. He stated that he loved my hairy pussy and seeing our cum mixed in the bush. His vulgar words shocked me but at the same time made me so wet. Thinking of all his strange kinks sent me over the edge and missing the feel of his big dick filling me up. I lay in my orgasmic glow for a little while longer before getting up and getting ready for school. I walked into my bathroom looking at my naked form. My deep caramel skin glowed in the soft hue of the bathroom lights. I cupped my pert tits in my hands imagining Beau gripping my size D's in his huge hands. I turned to the side observing my generous ass and toned thighs from running track. Giving my ass a slap, an idea sparked in my mind. I had the feeling Beau liked the taste of my unwashed pussy and I wanted to put that theory to the test. As I got ready for school, I only washed my face and under my arms leaving my ass and pussy unwashed. I hadn't showered since Saturday night and it was Monday morning. My pussy should be nice and tart after this morning's orgasm combined with the play we had on Sunday and Saturday night. This was the perfect situation to test my theory with Beau and I couldn't be more excited.
I put on a sage green fitted maxi skirt and white halter top paired with white sandals opting to wear the seamless thong I had on the previous day. The panties already had a crust of dried juices from both me and Beau. He liked to finish in my panties most of the time and yesterday was no different. Beau would go crazy when he saw me this morning and when he saw my messy thong if my theory was correct. He always picks me up since he lives ten minutes from my place. I pack up my purse and bookbag before I head downstairs to wait for Beau. I see my mom's coffee mug on the island in the kitchen realizing she must have come home too tired to put the mug in the dishwasher. She's a nurse who works twelve-hour shifts from 3 pm to 3 am so she was gone by the time I got home and home after I went to sleep. I appreciated my mom and everything she provided for me, especially the ability for me to have Beau over unsupervised with her late shift. As I put the mug in the dishwasher I heard the loud honk from Beau's truck signaling that he was outside. I grabbed my things and a banana on the way out feeling the excitement in my stomach for the day to come.
Beau's dark toffee complexion glistened from the perspiration that had already begun to collect on his skin due to the heat setting in. He leaned against his truck watching me in his army green shorts and white top. Once I stopped to stand in front of him he grabbed me by the waist picking me up to meet his lips in a deep good morning kiss. He sat me back down as I looked up at him with a beaming smile.
"Trying to match me today I see," I said with a light laugh as I looked at our outfits.
"Nah, it's you that wants to be like me," he replied with a smile while opening up the passenger door for me. As I climbed into his truck his hand slapped my ass telling me how good it looked in the skirt.
I giggled as I settled in my seat and he shut my door, heading to the driver's side to get into the truck. He turned the key in the ignition while telling me I looked beautiful.
"Thank you, handsome," I said as I looked at him from under my eyelashes. Catching my eyes, he groaned, "Don't look at me like that." I blinked at him innocently asking what he meant knowing full well I was using my eyes to start our little game of cat and mouse. He put the truck in drive with the same smirk that made my stomach flip, telling me I knew exactly what he meant. Before he pulled off he gave me that look he always did. That look that told me he'd eat every last drop of me if he could. He leaned in to kiss me so gently, such a contrast of the raw hunger in his eyes. That kiss felt like a promise of what was to come. Beau drove the short distance to school, his hand held my thigh, always finding a way to touch me somehow when we were together.
On most days, I'd be distracted by the feel of his big warm hands caressing my thigh, but today I had a theory to prove. I think I would get him during the break he had between his morning and evening classes. Unfortunately, that would mean I'd be skipping one class but I don't think my teacher would mind, he knows I do his work. My last class in the morning would be Fitness & Weights which was perfect for testing my theory. Beau always wanted to fool around right after I came from the weight room, usually waiting for me outside the door and attempting to pull me away before I showered.
"We should go off campus for lunch today, baby," I suggest while looking over at him squeezing his arm.
He glanced at me quickly with a smile before replying, "Why, you craving tacos for lunch, my love?"
He knew I loved going to the little taco place around the university instead of eating cafeteria food. I hummed in agreement, thinking he was about to eat my fat taco for lunch. Beau pulled into a parking spot close to the school doors, turned off the truck, and unbuckled his seatbelt. He looked at me, first at my eyes then at my lips.
"Come here, little girl," he said as he leaned in for more sweet kisses.
I unbuckled my seat belt as well before meeting him halfway to receive his love. My lips met his starting with a soft kiss before I bit his lip knowing the action drove him wild. He groaned, deepening the kiss, and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I pulled away when I felt him try to lift me over the console.
"Hold on there, big boy," I said with a light giggle. "We'll have plenty of time for that after school," I lie because we were probably, definitely skipping the rest of the day after he figured out what I had planned. I gave Beau another kiss before telling him we needed to head inside before class began. He got out of the truck and came around to open my door. As he picked me up from my seat, I rubbed my hand down his chest to his stomach and sneakily grabbed the print that began to form at the front of his shorts.
"Better put that thing away before you scare the masses," I say with a giggle.
