Heidi's yearning

It finally happened. This thing she had been yearning for, the thing she had been losing her damn mind over. This dam that had been on the edge of bursting for so long, finally got to release, and she felt so damn good to do it all over his face.

She sighs wistfully, head in her hand, “Erik…” She sighs again, a smile subconsciously crawling onto her face, “My boy…”

The way he looked below her, his cute face grinning, his hands on her legs and ass, it sent, and sends shivers through her entire body.

The pleasure Heidi felt that day has been screaming to happen again. Her body needs it. Craves it. To be touched, to be held.

But her heart. Her mind.

They only crave him.

The thought scares her, realistically. But she can’t help herself. She wants more than to just be physically with him; she wants him to be hers. She wants to walk through campus with her fingers interlaced with his; she wants to hold his hand while they take rests between sets at the gym; she wants to rest on his chest while he lightly touches her while they watch her favourite anime.

She had made him wait, but she didn’t understand why she had done that. Nerves? Anxiety? Uncertainty? She wanted him so why did she deny herself?

But as she thought more and more about them, their relationship, a lightbulb switched on in her head.

A healthy couple wouldn’t be open, right?

There has to be something wrong there. And it’s neither of their fault. It’s just how it is, she's sure of it. Something is wrong, not enough to break them up. Clearly. But something.

So she just needs to show him that she’s a better match for him, or just as good as her. That it can be more than just physical between them. She’s a nice girl, and Heidi is sure someone would appreciate her…

'I can be better... I only want him... No one else. Ever.'

The issue, after all, the only reason Heidi can come to this conclusion despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, is of course...

She doesn’t believe Erik that it was his idea to be open.

She does believe, truly, that Erik is in love with Vi. She would feel a lot better about herself if that weren’t the case. But it is. But she also believes that an open relationship has to mean that something in their relationship is unstable. Someone isn’t fulfilling something for the other.

Vi is a nice girl. Heidi believes that too.

But Erik is perfect in Heidi’s eyes. Amazing, lean body, an indescribably handsome face, intelligent, caring, reliable, and… the lower half of his body.

She shivers.

'Perfect.'

So, logically, if Erik’s perfect… Well, like she reminds herself. Vi is nice. But the only conclusion is that she’s greedy. She wants more than perfection. It’s not a bad thing, she thinks to herself. But…

If there’s room physically. There has to be room emotionally.

She doesn’t want to break them up. No. She’s not that kind of girl, would it be easier? Definitely. But she wants him to be happy.

But when Vi isn’t there. Well. Why can’t she be?

Heidi isn’t looking to be a hook-up, a booty call, or even the shoulder to cry on, the replacement girlfriend.

No, no.

She wants to be his girlfriend. She wants to share the duty with Vi. She doesn’t care if Erik has sex with them both. She just wants to share his heart; call it polygamy, it hardly matters.

She sighs wistfully, the images of a life with Erik flashing in her head.

His knuckles barely leave the door before it’s swinging open in front of him, a blushing Heidi standing with a wide, excited smile on her face.

“Were you waiting at the door?” He asks, chuckling, closing the door behind him.

She hastily shakes her head, “NO! I mean. I was taking my shoes off!” Erik looks at the small rack of shoes.

“Ah, good timing then?” He asks, looking at the spread, “Oh. I thought this was a…”

She nods, “It is! I do want… again… Really bad.” She blushes again, biting her lip with a smile, “I just… Is it okay if we ease into it… I just… Like it slow…”

Erik feels a hint of nervousness as he looks at the small cheese and fruit platter, the dimmed lights; it’s too…. Datey.

“Heidi…”

“I know! I know what you’re going to say! I know… It’s just physical… I know.” She laughs nervously, looking away, the lie bitter on her tongue, but she has to commit... “This is like…”

“Foreplay?” He adds helpfully.

She nods, “Yes! Foreplay! Last time it was the gig… This time.” She gestures, “I want you to just… like, touch me, hold me.”

Fortunately for her, Erik fails to see the issue, “Okay… We can do that.”

…

Heidi rests her head on his shoulder, the newest ‘girl’s night out’ movie playing on the screen, his hand teasing her bare thigh, staying firmly on the side of desire, her bare legs prickling slightly with the chilliness of her room; she clutches at her shirt; she had slid them off at his request only a few minutes in.

‘He’s so perfect.’

Erik figures this is fine. He’s reminding her constantly what this is, what its limits are, and she takes it well, convincing him that she understands.

He runs his hand up higher on her thigh, smiling as she looks over, lip trembling with excitement; she tentatively reaches over to cup his arousal.

“God…” She says softly, her eyes shimmering with unbridled delight.

Heidi wants to kiss him so bad. She knows she can’t. But her heart yawns for it, her body aches to straddle him, her lips want to feel his weight on hers.

But she can’t.

She doesn't want to upset him.

She dips her head down, pressing her cheek into his thigh, her hand gently caressing his hardness.

“Heidi…” Erik groans.

His voice is like honey to her ears.

She exhales shakily, moaning as Erik gently adjusts her position, his hand gripping her ass with a mix of firmness and gentleness, her fingers tracing the inches of him through his track pants.

She presses her face into his thigh as she lets out a real, raw moan, his fingers finding her wetness, curling inside her, almost hooking into her, pulling her face closer to his twitching member.

“Christ…” She moans, her hand just holding hard against him, the hard ridges and head tactile under her fingers.

“You don’t have to push yourself, Heids; let me look after you.”

She moans.

‘Perfect, perfect man.’

She wants to do this for him; she wants to be his; she tugs at his waistband; she can feel the hesitation in his body; she can feel the hesitation inside her, his fingers slowing.

She looks up at him through hooded lustful lashes, “Please, I want to service your… cock.”

He’s just a man.

He groans softly, the eroticism overwhelming him, Heidi presses her nose to his lip against the side of his shaft, inhaling his musk as if it were a source of life. Her soft, plump lips drag on his length, the quivering of her lips sending him insane.

“God…” She says softly, kissing one of the few places she’s allowed to.

Erik groans, leaning back on the couch, continuing the soft stimulation inside of her gushing vagina, rewarded with a moan and a more desperate kiss for each wave of pleasure.

She’s never done this before; she’s watched videos on it, to learn, recently.. For Erik. Her smut novels weren’t enough of a teacher for her; she needed to see it.

She does her best to pleasure him, slightly parting her swollen lips, dragging her tomgue up his shaft, pausing at the top to have a taste of him, the side of her tongue pressing against his slick head, a small guttural moan escaping her mouth.

She lifts her head slowly, dropping it back down, taking him fully, pressing her lips around his shaft, her tongue tracing circles around him for as long as she can before he presses deep on the back of her tongue.

She’s inexperienced; she can't hold back the gag. Breathing deep, she dips her head again, dragging the flat of her tongue down his head and then around the length itself, inhaling as best as she can.

“F-Fuck, Heidi! Eager?” He chuckles, his fingers pausing for a moment to catch himself.

He has no idea.

She’s relentless with effort. It may not be a perfect blowjob, but Erik can feel the hunger in the way she fights through it. Her eyes water but she doesn’t stop, desperate to please him, to prove she's worthy of more.

“H-Heidi!” Erik groans, his fingers inside her losing their rhythm.

She wants his tongue, so she’s been tensing every muscle in her lower body for the last 5 minutes; she wants to cum on his face again, she wants to look down at him between her legs again.

But when his thick seed hits her tongue, when the debauchery of what she’s doing floods her mouth and brain, her muscles loosen, and her orgasm hits her like a ton of bricks.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk my pusssssyyyY!” She moans around him, though it sounds more like, “Fffeuuuuuccckkcchh maeh puuuuusshy!”

...

“That was okay for you?” Erik asks, coming back from the bathroom, a small wet stain where the cum she couldn’t keep in her mouth had leaked onto.

She wished there had been aftercare, but she knows that’s too much for now.

But the fact he asked if she had enjoyed it, makes her smile softly, her eyes crinkling.

“Perfect.”