Evening with Anaïs

I can't believe how quickly everything happened. Anaïs was now my girlfriend, and she acted like one. As I sat next to her waiting for the next class, she caressed me and made affectionate gestures, which I returned. However, I was a little scared that other people would see us like that, suddenly in love, when she was clearly out of my league.

So I told her to be discreet about her displays of affection. She then behaved less lovingly towards me. I tried to follow the class and not be distracted by the situation. It was difficult, as my concentration was focused on what I could do with the book. I imagined a bunch of scenarios for the future.

When the class is over, Anaïs meets up with her friends outside. I listen to their conversation, pretending to look at my phone.

“Anaïs, are you coming with us tonight?” one of her friends asks her.

“No. I'm with my boyfriend,” she replies confidently.

“Your boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend?” another girl asks her, surprised.

Anaïs pauses for a moment.

“Didn't I ever tell you?”

“Girl, we see each other every day, and you didn't even tell us you had someone in your life?” the girl replies, a little offended.

“I'm sorry, I didn't really think about it.”

“But who is he? Do we know him?” asks the first girl, who seems rather happy for her friend.

“I'd like to be discreet about him,” she says calmly.

“Oh, come on! You can tell us, we're not going to shout his name from the rooftops!”

As for me, this situation scares me. If I don't want our relationship to become official, it's mainly because I don't want to incur the wrath of her friends, who would consider me “not good enough” for her. But also (and above all) because I'm not sure that with the power I have, I can stop myself from dating Anaïs. I can—and would like to—go further. But one thing at a time, and tonight, I'm with her.

I meet Anaïs at the exit, once she's alone. As soon as I'm in front of her, she jumps into my arms and kisses me. I hold her very tightly against me.

“Did you want to go to the movies?” I ask her. “What do you want to see?”

“I don't know... I just want us to do something together.”

“Shall we go to my place?”

She nods. We head for the subway. She takes my hand and, once seated, rests her head on my shoulder. This warm feeling of love gives me goose bumps. I take her to my building. Once through the door, we jump on each other and kiss. I slide my hand under her red tank top. Her skin is soft. I lay her down on my couch and kiss her neck. She pulls off my T-shirt. I do the same and look at her beautiful breasts. I kiss her chest and then her nipples. I feel a huge erection in my crotch.

“Do you want to?” I mumble.

She nods. I take off my pants—she does the same. I put my head between her legs and take off her panties. I gaze at Anaïs's naked body, she who was a stranger just a few hours ago. She is beautiful. Her vulva is shaved, as if she were waiting for me. Or as if she were seeing someone else... Too bad for him. I slide a finger into her pussy. She's already wet. I kiss her vulva and lick it a couple of time. She kisses my chest, then jerks off my penis. I finger her a little. I put on a condom and finally slide my penis into her pussy. It's quite tight. She breathes loudly and moans a little. I thrust my hips. She cries out in pleasure. I fuck her harder and harder, she moans. I ejaculate inside her.

I snuggle up against her and ask her a question:

“What do you think of me?”

“Well, Baptiste?” She answers me as if I had asked a stupid question. “You're my boyfriend, I love you!” .

“But what if our relationship was fake? What if I was manipulating you? What if you weren't aware of your actions?”

“Baptiste, look at me.” I look up at her. “See how I am? I'm happy. If that were the case, would I look like this?”

“No, of course not. But how long have we been together?”

She pauses.

“Today,” she finally replies.

“Don't you find that strange?”

“I should. Maybe. But I don't.” She kisses me. “I'm hungry.”.