Californication

May 6, 2020.

Tiffany falls into my arms, kissing me deep, her bare ass grinding slowly against the bulge in my pants. We draw deepness from each other’s tongues, the soft of her lips a flush of heat that flows through my body, and my hands find the edges of her top. Her shirt is there one moment and gone the next.

My hands trace the curves of her bare back, running past her bra strap, feeling the smooth sigh of her skin, her hands worked under my shirt and on my chest; it too is gone a second later.

She leans back as I kiss her harder, my hands working the clasp of her bra, my chest now pressed against her bare breasts. A hand of mine comes up to caresses the edges of her breasts, holding her tight, her hands now drifting downwards.

“We need… protection,” Tiffany gasps, as I slide a hand down to cup her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“I keep a spare in my wallet,” I say.

It’s her hand that reaches into my pocket, brushing up against the stiffness of my member, squeezing it playfully through the fabric, and then she retrieves my wallet, riffling through its contents until she finds the condom.

Her pants and undergarments are already gone, and mine follow suit a moment later.

She hovers her hand by my naked cock and looks at it with trepidation.

“This is going inside me?” she says quietly, eyes wide.

“It gets bigger,” I say, gently placing her hand over my cock. “But we should you get you wetter first.”

I slick a finger across the lips of her pussy—she is surprisingly moist, and I work the finger into her, gradually probing deeper, reacquainting myself with her tunnel.

“Fuck, I’m so horny already,” she says, biting her lip.

As I begin to finger her, she unconsciously begins to stroke me off, her hand rubbing against my length, slowly drawing it into full mast. I use my thumb to toy with her clit, earning me my first moan of the night, and she looks down, eyes widening a fraction as she sees how my cock has lengthened out.

“Oh my God, it’s really going to go inside me,” she whispers, her hand all of a sudden freezing.

“And it’s going to be beautiful,” I whisper into her ear, kissing her again.

She seems to take comfort in that, some of the tension melting from her shoulders, and she focuses on kissing me back, softly moaning into my mouth as my hand works its wonders. We kiss for a few minutes longer, my fingers slowly working their way through her pussy.

“Oh gods, please just put it in me,” she eventually says, already halfway breathless.

I slowly withdraw my fingers from inside of her. They’re covered in a slick sheen, her musk a hint of sour and a touch of sweet, and I help her unsteady hands open up the condom wrapper and roll the rubber over my tool.

“Lie back,” I say, touching her shoulder.

She lays down on the long red couch, taking shallow breaths, and I kiss her gently again.

“It’s going to be good,” I say, and she nods.

“It’s going to be good,” Tiffany repeats, looking so nervous, and oh, where did that movie star training of hers go?

I brush the tip of my length up against the outside of her folds. Her legs are splayed out, heat radiating out from her core, and like a whisper of rain upon the earth, I enter her, feeling her tender murmur from above, my cock that ached for her finally inside of her, this is her virginity, she’s chosen to give it to me, and that rain, which falls through the soil and drips and drops downwards and downwards until it finds a home somewhere deep underground, that rain is me as I slowly push into her, every inch of her so tight, so slick, the walls of her pussy clenched tight against my cock, and I feel her hymen tearing. I am inside of her.

I look into her dark eyes. Does it hurt?

She suspires, the note of tension holding in the air.

“It’s so fucking good,” she says under her breath, that shine in her eyes everything I’ve ever wanted from her, and I thrust in deeper, faster, filling her up with my entirety.

“You didn’t—ungh… oh…”

Her voice drifts away as I slowly thrust in and out of her, one hand now running up her side, over her hourglass waist one second, over her tits the next, lingering to rub a nipple, pausing to brush against her cheek, my hips angled into hers, my cock deep inside her, sliding out, sliding back in again.

She finds the rhythm quickly, hips moving in instinct with mine, and I think to myself, how the fuck did I end up in bed with Tiffany Najbreit. The thought, arising from nowhere, that millions of men around the world must have jacked themselves off thinking of her, dreaming of claiming her virginity, strangely turns me on. Out of all of them, she’s chosen me, I’m the one fucking her now…

“Why does… oh… why does it feel like this was meant to be?” she says, gripping my arms tight.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say.

My cock, inside of her, seems to jerk in agreement, my muscles tightening, her legs wrapped about my trunk.

“Oh my God, I think I’ve… I’ve fallen in looveeee…”

Her voice stretches to the sky with a gasp and a shudder that has her body quaking around my tool, the orgasm rising out of the confession, my body pressed in this intimacy against hers, and I kiss her, feeling her rocking through the orgasm.

I feel her juices, there must be some blood in the mix, her slickness around my cock, as I continue to make love to her, giving her little sparks of pleasure as she rides out that big orgasm, the quiver in her so fast that it feels like I’ve got a vibrator pressed up against me.

She gasps, again, and then the orgasm subsides, and there’s only a doe-eyed look in that pretty face of hers.

“I think I love you too,” I say softly, brushing her hair to the side.

She smiles at that, playfully petting my arms, and then something her gaze turns lustful.

“I want you to fuck me now,” she says. “Give me all that you can. I want you to cum so hard for me.”

“We can arrange for that to happen,” I say, sliding out of her.

My cock feels strangely exposed, out in the air, even wrapped up in that rubber. Tiffany looks down at herself, keenly feeling that absence as much as I do.

“I want that ass of yours,” I say, and Tiffany gulps.

“My… ass? I… don’t think I’m ready…” she says, looking at me, mildly terrified.

I laugh, shaking my head.

“I meant doggy style,” I say. “I don’t think anal today would be… a good idea.”

“So you want to pound my ass,” Tiffany says, raising an eyebrow at me.

She gets on all fours and looks back at me, looking mischievous, looking ready for the pounding of her life.

“I’m going to make you scream,” I say, giving an ass cheek of hers another slap.

Then, I thrust in.

I show her no mercy, ploughing into her with a sudden motion, slamming her depths with such **** that she falls to her forearms, sticking her ass up higher, her breasts pressed against the couch. I rock back and then slam in again, fucking her hard, taking satisfaction in the abrupt yelps of pleasure she screams into the fabric of the couch, my hips smacking into her, over and over again.

I go fast, I go hard, I take what I want and then some more, my cock a spear into her body, fucking her, really fucking her. My body screams, muscles sore, aching—it shouldn’t hurt, but it does—but it feels so good, I don’t care, I just want to be in her, slam her, blow that pussy to bits, smash her so good she can’t walk tomorrow…

I piston in and out, a hand mauling her tits, a hand smacking her ass, bright pink and purple now, who would have thought that was possible, my cock rock hard and rigid, carving her up, shearing her with pleasure, she is completely mine, and I grunt, feeling my cock throb inside her, **** for release.

“I’m cumming,” I manage to say.

“Don’t stop,” her quick reply.

I cum, splattering my load out, sweet angels crying out in my head, fireworks and gossamer, an earthquake of joy that has my knees quivering, has her knees quivering, why are her knees quivering… oh God she’s cumming too, the two of us, delight and heaven, I slam the residual sparks of the orgasm out against her ass, my cock still mostly hard, my jizz thick in the condom, her body so hot, pussy so tight, everything that I wanted…

“yes yes yes yes yes” she is saying this over and over again and the word is inscribed in my mind, brilliance, the final stages of the orgasm bringing me back to my senses as I sloppily pull out, panting, she flops over on her back and looks at me, and we kiss again.

“Hell of a way to lose your virginity, huh,” I mutter.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she smiles.

The movie on the screen, I realise, is still playing. The princess is going to say her goodbye.

“Oh my God it’s so good,” she says, curling up next to me.

I put my arms around her, as we watch the final moments of the movie together.

“The film?” I ask.

“Obviously,” she laughs. “It’s the perfect love story.”

“We don’t use that word around here,” I say, shaking my head.

“Fine, it’s my favorite love story,” she says, rolling her eyes.

I laugh, and then flinch for a second as my phone, across the room, starts vibrating uncontrollably.

“Phone call?” Tiffany asks. She presses her head into the crook of my neck. “Don’t get it.”

“I disabled all notifications. And my phone doesn’t vibrate like that,” I say quietly. “Let me just check it real quick.”

With a **** sigh, she backs off a little, giving me space to cross the space of the theatre and pick up my phone by the speakers.

My eyes widen as I pick up my phone. A notification from the Affection Multiplier.

I swipe in, reading the text as I walk back to Tiffany’s side.

Congratulations on reaching 100 points with somebody, Claude.

It’s not easy to accomplish such a feat.

In addition to the 50 points you gain for the perk shop, you have unlocked a new special feature.

Spillover Points: 100 points is the maximum score you can maintain with anybody on the AMA. But now, we’re letting you benefit from further increases in your affinity with people for whom you have maxed out your score with. For any person that you’ve attained a score of 100 points with, all points you earn in excess of that is placed into a Spillover bucket associated with that person. You can allocate points in the Spillover bucket to any person whom that person has a positive score with, and you will get that number of bonus points to your score with that other person.

Congratulations on a job well done.

Updated score:

Tiffany Najbreit, Score: 103 (as Markus and Claude) (+23) (3 Spillover Points).

Tiffany, looking over my shoulder, widens her eyes.

“What’s that?” she asks quietly.

“You can see this?” I say.

She nods, as if that’s obvious.

Oh, and one more thing, the app writes. You can fully trust a person with whom you have 100 points. They’ll never betray you. That’s why they can see the AMA.

“Let’s puts on another movie,” I say.

I have a lot of explaining to do.