We held each other tight as we continued to kiss and press our vulvas together. I had tribbed before with my girlfriend in highschool, but I hadn’t done it since I had started college. Tribbing is such an intimate act, and I never felt comfortable doing it on a one night stand with girls that I had met in clubs, but with Gianna, it just felt right.
We both moved slowly as we erotically ground against each other and I started to feel the wetness build between us as our lips pressed and rubbed together. Every few seconds we would find the perfect angle where our clits touched, causing us to moan loudly as we kissed. I felt her place her hands on my ass as she pulled me harder into her.
I felt her pick up the pace.
“Fuck Mel, I’m so close,” she cried out.
I ground against her hard, and as I felt my orgasm start to wash over me, simultaneously I felt her body tense up as she cried out, coming together, in each other’s arms.
We held each other tight as our breathing slowly returned to normal. We had only managed a few hours of sleep, and both of us were exhausted from the almost non-stop sex since we had arrived in my apartment the night before.
She looked into my eyes and smiled.
“Mel, would it be okay if I took a nap, I feel wiped out and I won’t make it through my shift tonight if I don’t get some sleep,” she said softly.
“Of course honey, as long as you don’t kick me out onto to the couch.”
She laughed as she struggled to hold her eyes open.
“You are right where I want you.”
She leaned in and we gently kissed.
She then turned over and slid back until her body was pressed tightly into mine, spooning. I wrapped my arms around her and moments later we were both asleep.
The alarm on my phone went off at 3:00. We kissed for a few minutes before Gianna got up and got into the shower. I slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and waited for her in the living room. It was a strange feeling. Normally, when I had hooked up with a girl I was thinking about how I could sneak out of the hotel room the next morning and get away. With Gianna, my only thought was that I didn’t want her to go. Being with her felt nothing like “hook up” sex, and I wasn’t used to that.
She walked out of the bedroom in her shorts and tank top from the night before. We smiled lovingly at each other as soon as our eyes met.
“I borrowed a pair of your panties, I hope that’s okay.”
“If you wanted a pair of my panties as a trophy, all you needed to do was ask.”
Her face broke into a big smile and she walked up to me and we kissed.
“Are you sure you don’t need a ride home after work?”
“My boyfriend is going to pick me up.”
Was I looking for an excuse to see her again? I wasn’t sure.
As we drove out to Summerlin we talked and laughed the entire way. Her hand never left my thigh until we pulled into the parking lot of James’ restaurant.
She leaned in and we kissed softly.
“I want to see you again Melanie, I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay,” I said, smiling at her as we hugged each other passionately.
We kissed again and she got out of the Land Rover. I watched as she walked across the parking lot, and just as she was opening the door to go inside the restaurant, she turned around and smiled and waved before disappearing inside.
I wasn’t sure that I needed my life to be any more complicated than it already was.
The only thing I was sure of, was that I couldn’t wait to see her again.
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