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Part 1 of Finding my Position
[Everyone is 18+ and this is fictional]
I signed the dotted line. My full legal name, of course.
I stared up at Angie. She scowled down at me, folding her arms against her chest. Did she know how her boobs pushed back against her arms like that? They looked bigger, firmer - and they were already double D's. God damn those tits. I looked back at her face. What a bitch.
She took the forms, straightened them out and put them in the yellow envelope - A4. Angie licked the glue. I remembered the feeling on my skin, on my tongue, on the tip of my dick. My dick remembered too. I clenched my fists tight.
"Wait" I said - she was going to walk out the door just then, just now.
Angie raised an eyebrow, "What Johnny? It's done."
"Don't you want a coffee or a beer?" I gestured.
"This is my house, they may as well be my coffee and my beer. You have nothing to offer." Her lip curled.
I felt my chest puff, I stood, hands on the kitchen island across from her, "Fuck you, you don't pay for shit, can't you stand to be around one minute?"
She put the folder on the side and came round to point an acrylic nail at my chest, "I can't stand to be around you another SECOND you fucking idiot. Do you know what you just signed?"
I smirked, "My get out of jail free card."
"You FUCKING asshole; careless, SELFISH BASTARD. IF ANYONE'S FREE IT'S ME, I DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AT YOUR UGLY PATHETIC FACE ONE MORE SECOND! I'M FREE FROM YOUR STUPID DICKHEAD BULLSHIT, FREE TO DO WHATEVER I WANT, WHOEVER I WANT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!"
My dick and the adrenaline lead the way. I grabbed her by the side of the head, pushing her backwards to bump into the island, bending over till my tongue reached her throat. She pushed my chest to stop me, but seemed to be squeezing my pecs over my shirt instead.
One of my hands left to trail down her body - her fragile neck, the sides of her full boobs, her upper back. I laced my fingers under the fabric of her skirt and gripped her pantie- clad ass. She was already kissing back, but to this she moaned against herself and her arms wrapped around my back.
A finger traced her asshole and then further on her pussy opening. I grinned in her mouth - she was already slick through the underwear. I rubbed circles, teasing. She moaned again and again.
I thought about our past sex, having her mouth, pussy and ass. I thought about doggy and cowgirl and even missionary crossed my mind with bliss. That time in her parents bed, that time while I was driving, that time in a pool. My dick throbbed with nostalgia of all these memories.
Simply rubbing her over her panties while I reminisced wasn't what Angie wanted. She grabbed my ears and stopped kissing me, her face pissed. She lowered my head to her cleavage, holding my head tight. I pulled back and moved my slimy fingers so I could take off her top, and my practised hands undid the bra in one motion.
I returned to smothering myself between her tits. One hand held her back steady, the other found the front zip of her skirt. Angie undid my belt buckle and shoved my jeans and boxers down together. I bit and kissed and licked her soft flesh, giving love to the last part of her that deserved it. She held my scalp tight and ground her skirt onto my naked dick, it was fully hard and I was slick from my own sweat and precum, I like to imagine they stain the material forever. She'll never wash out the juice of my cock. Through the fabric I can still place her mound and that crevice shape, I can grind along her clit and pussy like a god fearing teen boy - protected by the fabric.