Boyfriends Place Count?

I’m horny! I’m horny! So horny!

“Cabbie. Can you drop me off at King St?” I asked.

“Thats… yeah, but you sure? Whats over there?” he asked.

“My boyfriend.”

“Ah, fair enough little miss,” he said.

It was strange. I felt a sense of cool air. My sinuses that I had been too distracted to pay much mind too began to clear. My head cleared as well. Every mile closer to my boyfriend’s place I got. The better I felt. The hornier I felt as well. I practically shivered.

It was confusing though. Like…

I basically had a fever, stuffed noise, fainted? Those were not just… moody? You didn’t just walk those off. Or gentle cab ride and those wore off. Yet here they were. My mental fog was getting clearier by the minute.

I felt kind of embarrassed to get out when we arrived, like he was gonna call me out for ditching my friends. I wondered if I should call them. Surely they would understand those were not psychosomatic symptoms. Well… ugh. A hospital would think I’m crazy? I took a few steps towards a bench and felt dizzy.

Huh? Maybe… I’m not okay? I also realized how soaked my panties were. Okay, fine, I turned around and began walking towards Eddie’s place. And… the dizziness seem to lift. I guess just a momentary spell? Well. I should get over there then. Huh. Eddie was in the courtyard with Trish and she was feeling his arm?

My inner girl jealously triggered for half a second but I trusted Eddie. Plus, Trish was more likely to make a move on me. She was trying to get a medical degree. Perhaps she was getting ready for some kind of medical test? Trish was the only girl friend but not girlfriend he had! He better not piss her off! The idea of him losing her was the only thought that seemed able to lower my arousal at the moment.

"Oh hey Trish. What's going on," I shouted while waving. "I didn't know we were all hanging out."

"I… I just swung by after my swim meet. Sadly, I gotta jet. But, urhm… I will uhm…" Trish said.

"Trish?" I asked."You okay? Your face is all red?" Maybe this was like a bug going around. If Trish caught it or knew about it, I could rest a lot easier.

"I just… I do feel a bit under the record. I mean weather. Fuck. I'm sorry. I gotta go. But I'll see ya tomorrow!"

Eddie giggled. Fucking dick. My pussy clenched. I wanted his dick sooooo bad. But like. A woman had her pride. Be strong. “What’s funny? She's like the one female friend you have. Well besides me. But I don't count since I'm your girlfriend. If you did something to upset her you better apologize to her. Its bad enough explaining to my friends how bad you are with girls. But if you can't even handle a lesbian. Geez. But, what's up. Weird to see you outside alone.”

That’s it. Be strong girl. Let him explain his reason for calling. Get through that. Then we can fuck this feeling out of me.

"Well, I was waiting for you, but head inside babe! I'll catch up. I just gotta grab my book!" Eddie said.

He was actually studying for once? I was… a bit surprised, but… wait why call me if he was… who cares. I just wanted to get through this and…. Hmmm… my aching pussy! Not fair. I tried to hide my breathing. "Heh! A book. You? Was Trish helping you study? Good for her. What topic, I can help-"

"No, no! It.. uhm. Heavy. I'll grab it. Plus, I am done for the night anyhow."

"This is what I am talking about. How weak do you think I am? I can't carry a book? Even if it is super heavy? Like. Whatever. You called me dipshit. This better not have just been a booty call. Like. It not that you can't call when you are horny but I told you not to ask me to ditch my friends just cuz you want sex. Like-"

Totally not fair Eddie! I just… why did you have to be such a dick! Like…. Arg! If only he could have gotten to the point already! We could be on his bed pounding me like I was one of his protein shakes! But no! Urg!

"It wasn't that! I swear."

"Okay. I'mma heat up something. You want anything?" I asked. If we were gonna fuck as long as I wanted. I was gonna need calories!

"Anything is fine. Surprise me,” he said.

Luckily Eddie wasn’t the type to say anything and then get all moody on you. One of his redeeming qualities. Ugh! Did he think I couldn’t carry a book for him? I was trying to be nice. Asshole. Like, it’s 2008. He think it is 1950 or something. Girls can do more than cook for boyfriends. Normally that might have killed the mood, but not completely in this case.

I could hear him rummaging around in his room. I took a deep breath. Hmm. Water was boiling. Fuck it. I needed some relief. I got my hands wet and stuck one hand down my pants to…. Fuuck me. I had never been so sensitive before. I almost thought I would cum instantly. Yet… I didn’t. Whyyy. Erg. It was like. A little voice was telling me. Not cock. I wanted to pout. But just getting some of my own moistness out of there was a a relief. Helped kind of recenter me. I took a deep breath.

Frick. My pants were wet. Well. When do boys notice? Hmm. I spilled a bit of water on the counter. I spilled when cooking. He’d never know the difference. One of his other good qualities. Being a bit dense. Well, I guess that was kind of a bad quality depending on the topic.

He came out of his room and god fuck me I wanted to jump him. But… if I did! He’d never respect my no booty call rule! Self respect woman! Self respect! My pussy clenched and god I wanted to cave. But I took a large breath through my nose. Just.. food, whatever the dumb reason he called me. Then fuck until we pass out. Come on Chrissy! Come on!