Overcorrecting: Vi’s new experience

“This is something he wants, right?” Ari asks her best friend, with rows of nondescript products lining the aisle.

Vi nods. “Surely. He’s a man. They all want this.” She pulls the cap down to cover her face a little more; Ari does the same with her scarf, covering her mouth. “Sai loved it, right?”

Ari nods slowly, dragging her fingers over a different, yet similar products. “We used these, though.”

“Yeah, but you’re more used to it than I am…”

She just shrugs. “Whatever you do. Take it slow. You know him.” She holds her hand up, a significant gap between her hands.

She nods. “I know… But this can be something special for him.”

Ari raises an eyebrow.

“Well. The first time at least!” Ari suggests with a playful smirk.

Erik opens the door to his dorm room. Tilting his head, he sees an unexpected sight. “Vi?"

She smiles sweetly, her face flushed, a tote bag in her hands behind her. “Surprise!” She says softly, a hint of sadness lacing her voice.

“Babe…” He chastises, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her, which she gratefully returns.

“I know! I promised, though.” She pulls out of the hug and stomps a foot on the ground. “This is the last time. I promise.”

‘Until we talk about it for real.’ She muses in her head.

She takes a long, deep breath in. “I’m sorry. That I kissed Sai.” She holds up a hand, preemptively addressing his interruption, the memory sending a slight shiver between her thighs. “I know you’re okay with it. And that it was an accident. But still. I’m so fucking sorry. Let me pamper you tonight. I want to do it for you.”

“Even if I say no need, you’re going to spoil me tonight, aren’t you?”

She nods, her face tense with a cute, determined expression.

He stands to the side. “I guess I can live with that. And you’re forgiven. Of course. You’ve been forgiven since it happened.”

She marches in, nose high, victorious.

Erik follows behind and places the tote bag on the couch; she turns to him, eyeing him, then grabs the bag. “I trust you. But I’m keeping this bag with me. I don’t want you looking inside and ruining the surprise.”

“Surprise?”

She nods. Pulling some long article of clothing out of the tote bag, she slings it over her shoulder and holds the tote bag to her chest. “I’m gonna keep this in your room. Don’t peek! Promise?”

Erik holds a pinky finger up. “Pinky.”

She nods, satisfied; she heads into his bedroom.

Erik sits down on the couch. If you were to ask him what he was expecting, it would be something along the lines of cosplay or some new lingerie she bought. They would’ve been excellent choices.

He didn’t expect her to stick to her word and actually ‘pamper’ him.

He grins with excitement as she steps past the door, leaning against it sensually, hair tied up, nothing but a pair of panties and a long lilac robe covering her body. “I hope you’re hungry, baby.” She coos.

Erik nods. “Yeah. I could eat.”

She walks over to the kitchenette area, her face straining and her eyes fluttering as she squats down to pick up Erik’s electric skillet.

“Wait, you’re actually going to cook?” He asks, watching her plug in the device. She nods tersely.

He watches her step side to side, her lower half hidden by the kitchenette; she seems to sweat profusely, stopping a couple of times during her spaghetti-making task to take a few deep breaths.

“Are you, okay?” He asks with concern,

She gives him a tight-lipped smile and nods. “Really good. Just… Tiring doing COooking.”

What the fuck was that?

She bites her lower lip and turns her face to the side, closing her eyes before continuing her cooking.

“Careful.” Erik says, standing up and sitting on one of the two stools on the opposite side of the kitchenette. “Don’t burn yourself, don’t lean over the skillet.”

She laughs tensely, supporting her weight with a hand on the kitchenette, doing her best not to lean over the skillet like she has a few times already. “Haaa. Haaa. Sorry. Good point.”

He raises an eyebrow as she pours the boiling water down the drain, saving just a splash. She plates the food for him and pushes the skillet to the side, unplugging it from the power point, she slides the bowl over to him and smiles, her face blushing. “Booon appetit, babe.”

Erik takes the bowl and looks at her with confusion. “Are you not going to eat?”

She shakes her head. “Later.” Her lashes flutter.

It’s not the weirdest meal he’s ever experienced. But it’s up there. Slowly eating as Vi watches him, trying to hide whatever expression continuously threatens to break out on her face, chewing on her lower lip, with every shift of her weight her entire face tenses and her eyes teeter on the edge of rolling back on her bed.

It only gets weirder when she slowly inches her way around the kitchenette, dropping to her knees with a moan. She reaches up for his pants and wordlessly tugs them down his legs. “Babe… You don’t have to.” He says softly, well aware of her reasoning.

She just shakes her head, awkwardly taking him into her mouth. He groans and pushes the half-eaten bowl away, his body no longer interested in eating.

Not one to criticise, but her technique is sloppy, and extremely slobbery. It’s as if she’s lost all sense of herself, she moves her head up and down with little control, her tongue greedily dragging and wrapping itself around his shaft as she gags and spits on his length. She moans loudly, her hand between her legs, fingers curling. She’s hungry with her movements, moving her head side to side, his cock brushing against the inside of her cheek, she blows spit bubbles on his cock as she gazes up at him hungrily. “Bedroom.” She says simply, or perhaps, that’s all she's capable of saying.

She follows him in, tugging his shirt off him and pushing him gently against the wall, she takes a few uncertain steps back towards the bed, groaning as she reaches up and undoes her ponytail, then moves to undo her apron, tugging it off her, she moves to sit and hesitates, her brow furrowing, choosing to bend over, her eyes fixed on Erik as she tugs her panties down.

“Surprise…” She slurs out. Turning around, she collapses face first on the bed and reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks apart, the sensation of his eyes on her and the pressure of her hands, pushing a long-awaited self-inflicted orgasm out of her, her eyes rolling out of her head.

“Oh, wow.” Erik groans, undoing his pants and getting closer. The silicone buttplug wedged inside her asshole shifting with every little movement.

“Babe.” She moans, looking at him with lust-filled, horny eyes. “Please fuck my ass.”

Of course this thought had crossed his mind. But growing up with women, especially Maki and her horrific lack of filter, he had only heard that anal is a male fantasy that is hit or miss for women, so he never thought it was worth asking her if she wanted to try. But it would be rude to deny his girlfriend, staring back at him with such hungry, desperate eyes.

He bites his lip and gets closer, gently touching the plug, she moans again, her face pressing into the blanket, she manages to squirm softly. “Slowly…”

He grips the silicone handle and slowly starts to pull the plug out of her, a long extended moan cruises past her lips, no amount of self-control would be able to stop her.

It pops out and her slightly stretched asshole shifts slowly, she lets out a deep exhale and points weakly to her tote bag on the floor. “Lube…. Please….”

Erik drops the plug on the bed and grabs the bag, fishing for the lube, he rubs a generous amount onto his cock.

“Slowly.” She moans, feeling his head press against her virgin asshole. “I don’t know if I can take…. All of you.”

Erik feels a swell of pride.

He nestles the head of his cock against her gaping hole, groaning slowly as he pushes past the rim, her voice reaching a fever pitch as she clenches her teeth together, her fists gripping the sheets.

“Oh fuck… This is so fucking tight.” Erik growls, resisting the desire to slam himself in, to feel this tightness all the way around his shaft.

She moans softly, relaxing her ass as much as she can, groaning with her own desire, she slams a fist into the bed, shuddering with pleasure. “Fuck… I should’ve practised more. Go a bit deeper.” She moans.

Erik obeys, slowly inching forward, the pressure ring around shifting along his shaft as he moves forward, he groans in delight, the coldness of the lube only adding to the sensation.

“Oh.. Shit..” She moans. Reaching back and flailing a hand. “Stop stop… That’s as far… as I can.. today. Move a little bit… let’s see.”

Erik has managed to push about halfway inside her. And considering this is her first time, it’s not a bad result. If he does say so himself.

He slowly drags himself out, before pushing back into her. Her eyes roll into her head as her thighs quiver with the sensation, burying her face into the blankets, her pussy throbs, quivering as Erik slides back out and halfway back in again, her eyes clench.

“Oh my fuck, Erik!” She squeals. “Fuck your stupid huge dick!” She laughs, half pain half pleasure. “This feels so fucking insane… Go a bit faster, but not deep!” She pleads.

It’s a hard ask, but Erik does his best, to slide in with a bit more speed, Vi cursing as she grips the bed, stopping halfway before pushing forward again. Despite it not hugging the entirety of his shaft, it still feels unbelievable, the lube doing a lot of heavy lifting, especially after a splash of it is reapplied.

“ooooooOO FUCK!” She squeals, arching her back, almost inadvertently taking more of his cock inside her tight ass as her pussy quivers, cumming hard, her juices trickling down her inner thigh as she moans. “I’m! Can’t! Cumming! My ass!” Her voice and brain are jumbled and all over the place, incoherent language falling out of her mouth.

Erik groans to himself, he wanted to last longer, to feel this longer, but her orgasm squeezed his cock even more, and the sounds of her high-pitched moaning don’t help in his efforts to hold back. He slides his cock out and after pumping himself for a few seconds, Vi meanwhile collapsing down fully onto the bed, he shoots his cum over her ass, marking the new hole which for a while, will be his to keep.

She pants heavily, each exhale marked with a shuddering moan, reaching out for Erik.

He lies down next to her and puts an arm around her, soothing her with a hand through her hair.

“I may need…. To practice with you more with that, more, yes. Inside, practice” She says weakly, her eyes fluttering with exhaustion, nodding, mumbling what ever word seems to pop into her head.

“Consider me your personal trainer… For this.” Erik chuckles, catching his breath.

She laughs softly, nuzzling closer to him.