Good Morning!

The morning felt like a blur, my giddiness hardly contained, and I practically skipped to school. Before the day began, I texted Anna to meet up. I couldn’t wait to see her.

Thomas: Where are you?

Anna: I’m in the science building, I was asking about a paper. I’ll be out front in a sec!

As I made my way in that direction, I could feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest. My mind was ablaze with thoughts of her, her smile, her laugh, all the things we’ve done together, and things I wanted to do too. It was like a window had been opened in my mind and the fresh breeze of new possibilities had floated in. I nearly tripped on the stairs–I swear I’m not usually this much of a klutz–and when I looked up, there she was. She made simple beautiful, and I loved that about her.

“Hey, you! Good morning!” she grinned and we hugged. The feeling of her pressed into me flooded me with good feelings of positivity, self-assuredness, and even some of her boundless joy that she radiated. It felt good. After a moment, we released, looking at one another with sparks flying. We kissed quickly a few times, both of us not necessarily keen on PDA it seemed, but too excited about it all to care too much.

“Actually… what time is it? I have an idea.” She grabbed my hand quickly and took off around the side of the building, dragging me along in the process. Once we had rounded the corner, I had a clue as to what we were doing. There was an old shed here, locked of course, but behind it was open “storage” for old desks/boxes/etc., including a surprisingly well-kept bench. Though disorganized, the area was clean, and out of sight.

She turned to look at me. “I like to come here sometimes when I need a second alone: I can watch the trees and be tucked away in my own little corner for a moment.” She sat down, motioning for me to do the same. “But it’s also very conveniently away from anyone else.” She looked at me with a mischievous grin, before grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me into an intense kiss.

Somehow, it felt even better than the day before–magical. Perhaps the Sindex powers were at play? We kissed, exploring each others’ lips and mouths with care and desire, and before long she took a moment to straddle me as the day before. Breathlessly, she whispers, “Holy shit, did you get way better at this overnight? Yesterday was amazing but I feel on fire right now.” She grabbed my arms and guided them to her chest, allowing me to feel her tits. I carefully grabbed and played with them, feeling their weight and form in my hands. She nodded, encouraging me to continue, and I did. I took my thumbs and began swirling them around where her nipples were under her bra, and I knew I had found them as I could begin to feel them rise, even through the fabric. In doing so, she moaned into my mouth, before renewing her efforts and kissing me more passionately, if that was even possible.

Then, she began to rock her hips back and forth, shifting her weight on top of me, grinding into my crotch. If I was somehow not rock-hard already–which I was, obviously–that would have done it. We stayed like that for a minute, grinding, kissing, and touching–the heat of our bodies only a fraction of what we felt inside, a passionate release years in the making.

Quickly checking the time once more, she broke the kiss, and thought for a split second before muttering “fuck it.” She climbed off of me, both of us red-faced and out of breath, coming to her knees in front of me. She unzipped my pants and slowly touched the outline of my cock, a dark spot of precum visible. She looked directly at me, that new, smoldering intensity, and gently revealed my dick.

“Oh my god…” she whispered. She had the base in her hand, and just stared at it, slightly moving it around. It twitched, and she let out a little gasp, before glancing up at me once more. She smiled, her signature cute-as-a-button look, then dropped her gaze back down. She idly licked her lips, before moving it closer to her face. Carefully, she then took the head of it into her mouth.

Her warm, wet mouth felt amazing, and she immediately started moving her tongue around, exploring the texture and feeling of it all. She slowly moved her head forward, taking the experience slow, but I didn’t mind at all: any faster and I would have ruined the moment early. She kept up the slow pace, moving back and forth along just the first section, swirling her tongue around, deeply focused on her task. I helped keep her hair out of her face, and she smiled up at me with her eyes, as her mouth was preoccupied. She took the opportunity to begin going faster, bobbing her head up and down, even farther than she was going before. At this point, I was nearing my limit, feeling the rise of an orgasm coming up.

“Anna,” I panted, watching my best friend pleasure me in a way I had only dreamed of, “I’m going to cum soon.” I had assumed she would have stopped there and done the rest by hand, but to my surprise, she only doubled her efforts, quickly sucking my cock, making increasingly loud, slurping sounds. And with that, I knew it was too much, and I felt myself release.

It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, up to that point. My vision started fading to white before I felt the ropes of cum shoot out of my pulsing cock, straight into her mouth, which she greedily accepted. After five strong bursts, she began to slide her mouth off, creating a vacuum towards the tip that made me shudder when she finally slid off. She locked eyes with me, before making a point to visually swallow it all in one, big motion.

Holy fuck. Did that just happen?

We both waited a moment to collect ourselves, smiling, panting, and eventually, giggling.

“Wow, I can’t believe we just did that. It felt so good for me, and I hope for you, too?” She looked up at me with the puppy-dog eye expression, and I was still too busy recovering to make more than an “uh” noise in response, which elicited another laugh from her. She stood up, and I managed to fix my pants, still reeling from the events. Is this how it would be from now on?

“Well, I think this has been a great start to the day, don’t you?” Back to her usual bubbly, innocent-looking self, still with a red in her cheeks, she helped me up and held my hand as we left the site of our debauchery, and headed towards our respective classes for the day. As much as I had wished anything else interesting had happened later that day, I was too busy replaying the image of her lips wrapped around my cock to remember.

As I laid in bed that night, I thought. I thought a lot, actually. About how I wanted to protect this relationship. About how much Anna meant to me, and how I could make her feel cared for and loved. I thought about Sindex and what it meant for my future. I had always had a harem fantasy: multiple women and I in a sexual relationship, a self-aggrandizing pleasure dynamic, full of not only sex but love and respect–I’m not heartless. Seeing as I didn’t really live that kind of lifestyle though, I, very realistically, put the idea aside. But it seemed like Sindex wanted that life for me. The milestones and abilities seemed so in-tune with my own desires, some of which I didn’t even want to acknowledge, as with Eden. Would it really be possible to have that kind of life? Is that even what I wanted?

Now that I had something developing with Anna, I absolutely didn’t want to ruin that to chase some “dream,” fueled by a mysterious software of unknown origin? I mean come on, it just sounds like a strange plot device someone would make up for a story.

As I lay there, pondering the many thoughts floating in my mind, I succumbed to the inevitable darkness of sleep once more.