She had to wait until the end of my shift, which still had four hours to go but that didn't seem to bother her. In fact, every time I went into the back room she pulled me in for a makeout, her delicious plump lips tasting like peaches.
In the time that I wasn't making out with a literal goddess, I was thinking. What the fuck had happened? Had it to do with whatever went on last night? The glowy thing?
I did my best to think back. A stone! It was a glowing, purple stone! Had it been some sort of meteorite or something? It seemed that I was full of electricity or something because I had repeatedly shocked Valeria multiple times. But it was weird because not every touch elicited a shock.
That said, it was definitely related to pleasure. When I touched her, she claimed to feel pleasure, like "someone's licking my pussy but a million times more intense." For some reason, my head seemed okay with this explanation even though it was positively batshit insane. I mean, a glowing meteorite that gave girls an orgasm at the very touch of it?
It didn't make much sense to Valeria either (at least, the touching, not the stone thingy since I hadn't told her about it) but she also didn't seem terribly preoccupied with it.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, my shift ended. Valeria happily clasped my hand and we walked out of the store, much to the shock of my coworkers who finally noticed the supermodel with tits that could rival a pornstar's. I didn't personally pay them much mind, instead figuring out what I was gonna do when we got back to the apartment. She seemed intent on fucking me. Would I really lose my virginity today to her?
She told me she would pick her car up in the morning which, if I was reading the situation correctly, meant she wanted to stay the night.
Valeria, for her part, was full of questions about me as we walked down the city streets.
"What do you do for fun?"
"Nothing really. Videogames or Netflix," I said with a shrug.
"You really don't do anything else?" She asked, astonished.
"No," I shook my head, cheeks starting to turn red. "I'm a bit of a loser."
She looked concerned at that. "I don't think you're a loser. You seem like a really nice guy. Have you opened up to a lot of people before?"
"I'll be honest, you're the first person I've, like, actually talked to in a while that was my parents or Dave, who's my coworker."
"Well, there's your problem! If you would just talk to more people then you could make more friends!" Her smile was so cute, putting these little dimples on her cheeks.
"Eh, I'm too socially awkward for that."
"Maybe," she laughed. "But I think it's pretty cute." With that, she drew in closer to me as we walked, breasts pillowing against my arm. I'm pretty sure I blushed because she laughed again, this time more fully. Holy fuck, even her laugh was adorable. How could a real life person be this gorgeous?
"What do you do for fun?" I asked in return, feeling like now was an appropriate part in the conversation to reciprocate. Of course, that sort of thinking only made me think about how much a fucking robot I was. Nothing social came naturally.
She thought for a second, eyes batting in a way that drove me crazy. "Well, I usually go clubbing with the girls on Friday nights. I'm currently single as a pringle so I don't have terribly much to do either other than that. I work as a model so work is pretty spontaneous."
"I knew it!" I said. "I knew you were a supermodel! You're just too pretty not to be." The words left my mouth and then I realized what I had said. The blush settled over me once more and I turned away from her so she wouldn't say.
"Aww, thanks! It's a nice compliment coming from you." She snuggled into my shoulder even more.
I looked at her sheepishly. "You don't think I'm a perv?"
"Jason, I just pulled you into the backroom, sucked your dick, and came over the floor of Kostco multiple times. You really think you're the perv in this situation?"
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Fair enough."
At this point in our walk home, we were passing the park again. As we got to the spot we had last night, I stopped and searched for the glow. There was none to be found. The forest trees were dark as ever, foreboding enough that I chose not to go wandering into it.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thought I saw a bird," I lied and we resumed walking.
We arrived at my apartment complex and we took the elevator up to the fifth floor. We walked down the hallway and into my room, 504.
As we entered, I realized that no one had been in this room except my parents and I. Not only that, but this crazy, wild, flirty girl was coming home to fuck me. I was really about-
She kissed me passionately, those luscious lips of hers eating me out, sucking on my tongue. She pinned me against the wall and grabbed my cock through my pants, moaning into my mouth. Her tongue roamed freely once more and ours danced together, sopping wet and rubbing all over each other.
Valeria pulled away. "Will you fuck me?" Her voice was timid again, just like it had been in the store, like she was terrified of being rejected. "I couldn't stop thinking about having that dick inside me the entire way back. Please tell me you'll fuck me. Please!" Her boobs were squished against my chest, eyes pleading with me. I was almost afraid she was going to drop to the floor and start begging.
"I've never had sex before," I said, weakly.
"I don't care. Just fuck me." Her breath was hot and heavy on my neck. "Where's your bedroom?"
"This way."
She grabbed my hand, holding it tight like I was going to run away, and we walked over to the bedroom. My bed was king-sized, the only thing I really, truly splurged on. I could get by without a car but shitty bed? No chance.
Valeria hopped into my bed, boobs and ass jiggling. Without hesitation, she ripped off her shirt and tore off her pants. Suddenly, I had a sexy girl in her lingerie lying on my bed, waiting for me of all people. It was a black lace set, tiny thong and a bra that could barely contain her boobs. They jiggled with every move she made, full and heavy. Had to be natural.
I climbed on top and slowly made my way over.
"No, silly, take your clothes off." She reached over to help me, smiling as she did so. She pulled my shirt over my head and off me. Then she reached to unbutton my pants as I checked out her ass. She was currently bent over in a doggystyle position, ass away from me, face near my crotch and I could see every piece of that flawless booty, so tan and delicious. The thong accentuated just how curvy her hips were, how big her butt really was.
I felt her lips on my dick again and then I was in her mouth. It almost startled me out of my reverie. She slobbered over my cock, wetting nice and good before going to town on it. Her lips pulled on my dick, tongue dancing on my crown, then she deepthroated me, ramming me into her throat. She choked a little, the first time, but she seemed to rumble with pleasure so I wasn't worried.
She pulled out and spoke. "You ready, big shot?"
I definitely turned red again.
She grabbed me and slowly helped me down, pulling my pants and underwear off as she did so until I was laying down fully, manhood out for her to see. "Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of you," she said gently, caressing my face. Her soft hands rubbed my cheeks and, from that moment on, I trusted her.
She pulled off her panties, tossing them aside casually and then reached to unhook her bra.
"Have you ever touched real breasts before?"
I shook my head, breath caught in my throat.
She unhooked it and let it fall to the wayside. Two perfect orbs, perky and tanned. They were topped with medium sized areola and big nipples, nipples that were, by all accounts, already engorged.
Valeria grabbed my hands, pulling both to her chest and setting them on it. I stayed frozen there, unsure of what she wanted me to do. I think she noticed because, then, still gripping my arms, she started to move them for me, massaging her tits.
"Grope them. Grope my big tits."
I did. They were soft, softer than I had expected and smooth. Her nipples were hard nubs and I grazed my fingers across them. I took both breasts in my hand, as much as I could fit, and started to knead them. She moaned, rocking up and down, head tilted back. I continued kneading them, occasionally thumbing those big nipples of hers and every time I did, she jumped a little. Sometimes, randomly, a small shock passed through us and it caused her to quiver.
"Don't stop massaging them! I'm gonna cum!" She yelled. I continued playing with those beautiful orbs, my hands sinking deep into their fleshy tenderness as she shook. She fell onto me, breasts in my face, vagina pressing against my dick.
"Lick them," she begged. I stuck a tongue out, those two pillows covering everything I could see, and searched for a nipple. Finding one, I latched on, sucking, licking, swirling my tongue around it like she had done with my dick.
She started to grind against my dick. I brought both hands up and grabbed the sides of her boobs, smooshing them in even more, surprised at still how much left over there was that wasn't on my face. I licked and licked, tasting warm fruit. I switched to the other side and she encouraged me, whispering, "yes, yes!"
Her fat nub was in my mouth before it was yanked away.
