She rode me fast and hard, it was too much, I couldn’t last very long in her tight little pussy. I tried to hold her down to slow her and make it last longer but she wasn’t having it, she bucked under my hands riding with abandon. She cried out loudly, as the walls of her tight pussy contracted multiple times over my cock, sending me over the edge, along with her as I released my load into her. Leah collapsed on top of me completely spent.
I had never had a girl who could ride me like that, let alone have the most amazing pussy I’d ever felt. This girl put in more effort and was more responsive and genuine than anyone I’d ever been with. I realized Leah had only ever ridden me and she was always the one doing all the work thus far; that was something I was going to change. I’d never been with someone who never expected anything of me. All the girls I’d been with usually expected foreplay or for me to be on top, or at the very least to cuddle at the end. This girl expected nothing. I found myself with mixed emotions; I wanted her to want these things.
I kissed her head as she lay on me but that just made her not so subtly roll over and sit up. Leah looked at me, her messy bun even messier and she pulled the elastic free, letting her long dark brown locks fall down her shoulders in waves. I found everything about this girl to be sexy and alluring. She looked at me with skittish brown eyes and pulled on her loose white cotton t-shirt, once again not bothering with a bra, she then pulled on her panties and black leggings.
I simply lay there watching her, mesmerized. She tossed my clothes at me from the floor when I didn’t make any move to get them, breaking me from my trance. They landed softly on my chest and she left the room, giving me some time to dress. She returned to me still shirtless, with a glass of water in her hand. She gave it to me with a small smile as her eyes roamed my bare chest. Her cheeks pinkened adorably at having been caught checking me out and she quickly looked away. I grinned to myself taking a chug of water and decided to leave my shirt off a little longer, I enjoyed how shy she got.
“I should probably eat something soon,” she said breaking the silence. I too was feeling quite hungry after that tumble in the sheets.
“Me too,” I agreed. “What do you feel like?” I asked her. Her face turned to shock and I realized she had been expecting me to leave. I really didn’t want to, especially with a pussy that sweet. I was going to stick around for as long as I could. I feigned innocence.
“I was just going to make a grilled cheese.” She shrugged.
“Awesome, I love grilled cheese,” I told her, earning another look of surprise. She wasn’t going to get rid of me that easily.
“Okay,” she said, looking out of place and walked into the narrow hall, opening the door opposite to the bathroom, revealing a tiny galley kitchen. There was barely enough room for the two of us to fit.
“Can I help?” I asked, coming up behind her.
“No, it’s okay,” she said, really smiling for the first time.
“How do you feel about bacon?” she asked, pulling things out from her mini fridge, it looked pretty empty.
“I love it,” I answered, getting excited. I was a carnivore and loved all meat.
“Good.” She smiled and threw some in the frying pan and got to work. I watched her movements, each one graceful; as she sliced the cheese, got out the bread, set aside two plates.
“So, what are you studying?” I asked, trying to make conversation and get to know her better.
“Physical Therapy,” she said surprising me yet again. I had expected something like art or fashion. She must be really smart. I’d heard that program was very intense. “I have one year left after this,” she told me looking up from the pan in front of her.
“That’s really cool,” I told her honestly. “Do you like it?” I asked, genuinely interested.
“Yeah, I mean it’s challenging and a lot of work but I love it. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do, ever since I was a kid,” she explained. Wow, I couldn’t imagine knowing what I wanted out of my life at such a young age. Hell, I only figured out my career goals two years ago.
“That’s really cool. So, do you plan on working at a clinic or opening up your own practice?” I continued to question, she shook her head.
“I want to work with professional athletes. I want to be the person at the games who rushes out onto the field to help them and who does follow-ups.” She
