FK Day 11 - Approach

You approach nervously, wishing you could somehow hide your engorged, dripping, erection. You think that maybe she wants you to go down on her or something, but no… she reaches out to you, and you take her hand. She pulls you into her lap, but not to sit normally, kind of turned to the side, almost curled up with her. You are stiff and uneasy, but you can feel… lots of her this way. Her soft thighs are warm against your rear, and your shoulder is up against her boobs. She’s not exactly hugging you, but she’s holding you. Her hand softly strokes your damp hair.

“What is on your mind?” she asks in her sexy accent.

“Nothing,” you say nervously. “I didn’t come to complain.”

“What do you have to complain about?”

“Nothing,” you say, doubling down on acting tough. “Julieta’s doing OK at Crystal Lake. She doesn’t seem to mind.”

“Good,” Amelie replies, still playing with your hair. You’re still very self-conscious about this arrangement. All of your naked body, especially the embarrassing parts are just… She’s almost holding you like a baby. For someone who’s just made up entirely of womanly curves, she’s really strong. Although you have noticed that her dark, plump nipples are rock hard.

“I’m not complaining,” you repeat, more to yourself than to her.

“Very cute,” she replies, looking into your eyes. One of her arms cradles your shoulders, and the other your legs. One hand is in your hair, and the other has its fingertips all over the undersides of your thighs. You have plenty of warning, but you still gasp when those fingertips find their way between your legs. She’s slow and gentle, teasing your lips and inner thighs ruthlessly, but so tenderly that it doesn’t seem mean. The hand in your hand moves to your cheek, and then her thumb is in your mouth. Your body’s on fire, giving you no choice but to shut your eyes and suck on it as she plays with your pussy.

You shudder in her arms as she quietly and effortlessly—but slowly—brings you off. She does it so precisely that it’s just your pussy convulsing. Your cock throbs and bumps against your belly, but only clear precum comes out. As you gasp raggedly around her thumb, she moves her hand to your penis, pinching the foreskin between her thumb and forefinger. She rubs gently.

It takes about a minute of that before you cover your own chest with a painfully pent up load, making noises that sound like sobs. She pets your head and waits for you to come down from it. Her index finger is still inside you, and your walls are still periodically clenching around it. Your body gives little jerks like you have the hiccups.

“Now are you ready to tell me?” she asks.

You moan. Your head is clearer now. Much clearer. Her expression is the same as always. Very cold, but beautiful.

“Elena’s messing with my head,” you admit. “She’s making me think about labels and identity and what I want.”

Amelie smiles. “She wants you to be honest with yourself.” It’s not a question.

“I guess. Like Julieta is.”

“Julieta is very honest,” Amelie replies.

You try to laugh, but you don’t have enough breath to… your body is like a limp rag. You feel the warm cum on your skin turning cool.

“What do you want?” Amelie asks, but it’s not the same coming from her. She’s so different from Elena.