PART 2: The Centerfold
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"How does it feel to fuck a Playmate?"
"Feels good," I groaned, then pulled back and thrust forward slowly once again, savoring every little sensation as each ridge of my cock slid inside of Courtney's welcoming tunnel. And yet each feeling was bittersweet. My mind was caught in this dichotomy between pleasure and pain.
I looked down into Courtney's eyes, radiant in their individual beauty. And I also noticed the trickle of tears seeping out and down her cheek. I teetered on the edge of pleasure and sadness, feeling ever so unbalanced on this tightrope we were walking. "What are we doing?" I asked her softly.
She managed a hopeful smile, blinking past her own tears. And I knew she was experiencing the same confusion I was feeling. At last she answered, "We're making love."
And then there were no more words as I just rested my head on the pillow beside her, my hands gripping her hips to help me pump in and out of the wettest pussy I'd ever felt in my life.
Courtney moaned into my ear while she cradled my head in her hands, rolling her hips in time with my thrusting to achieve the maximum pleasure with the least amount of effort while we slowly absorbed each other's body.
I felt cocooned in my blankets, still over my shoulders and bunched up around our sides. Courtney lay quiescent beneath me, her firm tits pressed up against my chest, her labored breathing loud in my ears. We tenderly thrust at each other, building up friction while her legs intertwined with mine to make us as close to one person as could possibly be.
And then, the pressure built and the pleasure crescendoed. And while our movements did not speed up that much, the sense of urgency and the force increased until we were pumping firmly, and at last the release came as Courtney bit down on my neck to stifle her orgasm while I spewed a torrent of cum into her willing body. It seemed to go on for forever and at the same time didn't last nearly long enough.
It was the greatest sex of our lives. The kind you never recover from and carry in your memories for all eternity. Our souls had touched one another.
When it was over, I remained inside of her, clutching her body to me as if it was the last time I would ever have this chance. And Courtney hugged me back with a passion I had painfully yearned for.
"I missed you so much," she whispered.
"I..." I shook my head. My heart hurt so much, and the pain carried up into my brain. "I..." I couldn't say it. I needed to, wanted to tell Courtney 'I love you', but the words just caught in my throat. She seemed to sense what I was trying to tell her, simultaneously hoping for the phrase and frightened by it. After what we had just done, those words might actually make her stay with me. But could I do that to her? Was it fair? In the end, only the actual words could make them truly real.
My eyebrows bent into the frown I was fighting away from my mouth. Finally I said, "I... I'm happy for you. You deserve all the success you're getting."
"Thank you."
Eventually, we got dressed. Courtney stopped at the front door, turned and gave me one of our trademark fully passionate kisses. A kiss I had gotten very used to. A kiss I knew I was going to miss.
And then she was gone. Perhaps for only a few months. But perhaps forever. I sincerely questioned if I would ever see her again. But right now, my only choice was to move on.
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EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER
Summer vacation was over. The school year was back upon us, and I was unloading my car to furnish my first ever home away from home. The house my friends and I were renting wasn't far from campus. But we would soon have to deal with feeding ourselves, cleaning up, and all the daily grind of a household. There were no more maids or dining halls. I was finally finding my own independence.
And yet nothing could be right in the world until she was here. I talked to her just yesterday, both of us terribly excited about our upcoming reunion. Months without physical contact and nothing but my digital photos (and Courtney's Playboy page) to keep my company had wound me up into a little stress-ball of sexual tension.
"Hello there stranger," Courtney's voice was an angel's aria to my ears. I literally dropped my box, letting it crash onto the floor the instant I heard that sound and no man has ever run faster across a room as I did that day.
And then Courtney was in my arms, and I was kissing her with abandon. **This is what heaven feels like...**
She took little pauses from my lips, trying to ask me something, but I couldn't stay away long enough to let her finish the complete sentence without interruption.
"So... (smooch)... when (kiss)... can I see (tongue blocking her windpipe)... (giggle)... see this... (kiss)... room of yours?"
I backed away enough to whisper huskily, "How about right now?"
I'd like to say that the sex that day was a marathon of lust and passion and fervor. But really, we were both so worked up that we didn't even wait to get all our clothes off.
Courtney's jeans ended up still attached to one of her legs, and mine were wrapped around my knees. But then we were fucking on the bed rather haphazardly. Inside of three minutes we both came. And I lay my head against my bedcover while we both panted together in a tangled mess of flesh and clothing.
It was a quickie in every sense of the word, and then we were rearranging our underwear and jeans. Courtney offered to help me unpack if I would swing by the girls' place afterward to help her unpack. So we both emerged from my bedroom five minutes after we went in, arriving just in time for a chorus of clapping from Brian and one of our other roommates.
"Wow, dude," Brian commented. "That must have been what, thirty seconds? You've lost your edge."