IR Day 17 - Speechless

Ingrid has no reply for you. You suspect that no girlfriend has a reply for that, even one that speaks perfect English. You don’t know why you said it. You don’t even know why you feel it. It must be because Lara is someone that you know and have a complicated relationship with. Lara isn’t exactly a problem, but you can’t fully relax around her. You sense that she’s always one moment of bad luck away from being your problem. She’s not… awful or anything, but she embodies a certain type of entitlement that is just alien to you.

As for Kayla? Kayla’s love life has always been a complex, sensitive issue. The fact that she has always gotten more action than you is part of it. The fact that she has occasionally turned you on without realizing it also bugs you and makes you feel guilty. You are not attracted to your sister, but you are such a horndog that big boobs, regardless of who they belong to, speak straight to your penis. You aren’t proud of any of that. That’s why it bugs you.

Ingrid smiles supportively. You scowl. In the pale starlight that comes through the window, you face each other.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her honestly. “I know I’m being horrible.”

Ingrid scoots a little closer to you, almost nose to nose. You pathetically and needily put your arm over her, as though she’s a body pillow or giant stuffed bear. She doesn’t seem to mind, at least. Her warm body is comforting and soft.

She keeps moving her head, and you can’t tell what she’s doing until she kisses you. She was nosing around, trying to make that happen. You kiss her back tiredly, expecting it to end, but it doesn’t. She keeps going.

Ingrid’s hand slides down your back, over your undershirt, to your panties. This is nice. This is different. Usually you’re the one worshiping her body. Is she admiring your butt? No, she’s trying to pull your panties down, but she’s bad at it. You lift your hips enough to make it easier for her, and she just tugs your panties down over the curve of your bottom.

You squeak as her warm hand finds your cock, which is now free. So that’s what she’s after. She must want to take your mind off things. Or maybe you just seem so pathetic, and with the language barrier in the way, she feels like this is the only way she can comfort you. That hurts a little, but even if your doubts can’t keep you soft when she’s touching you this way.