She doesn’t say anything, so I just hold the cereal box over to her, and she takes a handful.
For a long while, I simply listen to the crunchy sounds of the cereal being crushed by our teeth.
“You wanna dance it out?” I ask after a while.
She doesn’t answer immediately.
“How about we fuck it out?” she finally says, and starts brushing over my chin with her foot. I stare at her. I’m not really in the mood for sex. But it might get my mind off all the things.
“Sure,” I say, sit up and lean over to place the cereal box on the floor. On my way back, I grasp both her legs and pull her close. She’s a lightweight with her 120 pounds; I can lift her with one arm. So when I pull, she falls flat on the couch with her legs spread over my lap and around me.
“That was hell of a move,” she says, giggling over her tears, as she leans on her forearms and pushes up her upper body. Her mascara is smeared underneath her eyes from the crying, her cheeks slightly pink.
I wander with my hands over her naked thighs and push up her skirt.
She wears no underwear.
“Where did your panties go?” I ask, “You put some on this morning.”
“Got lost,” she said, and I can only imagine what happened.
“Was it bad?”
“I couldn’t—“ she begins, breaks off, sits up, mumbles, “Whatever, doesn’t matter,” and kisses me. “Let’s just fuck.”
“Okay,” I whisper against her lips between two kisses.
She slings her arms around my neck, and we kiss. And kiss. We kiss for what could be hours with our hands caressing over our bodies. With every kiss, the dreadful sensation in my body vanishes a bit more, until I am just here. With her. No past. No present.
“I got something new, wanna try it out?” she asks.
“Sure,” I say. And she gets up to get something from the bedroom.
She comes back with a strap-on, but not just any strap-on. It has one dildo in the front and two smaller ones inside for the one who straps inside.
I raise an eyebrow.
“What do you say?” she asks, laughing. “I thought it would be fun.”
“Are you strapping in this time?” I ask her.
“Thought so, yes. Just gotta figure out the logistics.”
The logistics are anything but easy, and we both have to giggle as we try to put it on.
“Get on your knees,” I say at some point. “I’ll put those two in, and then you put on the harness.”
She chuckles and kneels on all fours as I spit down into her rim.
I slide through it with my fingers to spread the saliva, and I massage her butthole for a moment with my thumb while I enter her pussy with two fingers. She moans slightly.
I do so until she starts rolling her hips, remove my fingers, then I push in the anal dildo. She gasps. And the one for the pussy follows.
“You like that, huh?” I ask her.
“Uh-huh,” she says. And because she does, instead of slipping on the harness, I start fucking her with the two dildos from behind. I feel my own desire burning as I watch them enter her in the rhythmic movements.
I fasten the movement with the one in her pussy until she moans loudly.
