Angie was telling me about her Magic decks again.

“...and that’s not even the best thing about it, if you get to fourteen devotion you can do a combo with these two planeswalkers and this double-sided spell that you grab from your sideboard—wait, do you need just one copy of each planeswalker, or two? Let me think…”

As she sat deep in thought across from me on our bed, I felt myself getting lost in her little rhythms. She was running her tongue across her teeth in concentration, but also bouncing up and down slightly on the bed and tapping her fingers irregularly. And every time she bounced I could see her muscles flex the tiniest bit under her tank top, and the cute sounds of her breath, and her lips—

“Okay, yeah, right, you do need two of each, so you can—. Wait! Do you know the whole thing with the legend rule, and how it used to be separate from the planeswalker rule, and—”

I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I had already leaned over and kissed her, cutting her off from what she’d been saying. I was still in a daze—dammit, Kay, stop spacing out staring at your girlfriend!—but my thoughts were interrupted as Angie, surprised, pulled back, but then hugged me and pulled us both down to the bed, squeezing me on top of her in joy. I felt her heartbeat pulse through me, and she rolled a bit from side to side as she wrapped her legs around me, holding me close.

“I love you so much Kay,” she smiled. “Did you space out for a bit there? Sorry I got so wrapped up in thought.”

“whaa? can’t be sorry… you’re so pretty…,” I mumbled, still sinking into her little movements. 

“Ohhh I see…,” she murmured, noticing my continued disorientation and rolling me to be under her. “Let’s try this.” 

She started scritching my head rhythmically as she breathed, making me instinctively relax beneath her. I let my eyes drift closed, enjoying being so close to her, letting her fill up all my senses. And as I did, I may have subconsciously let my legs drift open, and a hand drift towards my chest.

“Oh wow, I’ve never seen that make a girl melt so much before. What can I do with you… hmmmmmm.” With her humming in thought, I felt her voice reverberate through me, filling me with warmth and joy and the kind of buzzing that made me squeeze my nipple through my top and quietly roll my eyes back in my skull. 

“...ah. So that’s it.” She leaned in close to my ear. “Are you enjoying this?” she whispered, making every nerve on my body light up in anticipation. I barely managed to collect myself enough to give a “mmhm!” and a little nod before I lost myself again to the feeling of her hand tracing down from my shoulder across the side of my chest. “Oh my god you’re so cute,” she whispered as she pulled away slightly to wiggle her hands in small enthusiastic movements. “But let’s see…” A mischievous smile came onto her face as she moved one hand towards my boob and started squeezing it lightly, while bringing her other to my upper thigh, just below the end of my shorts, and tapping there, the two rhythms coming in and out of sync. “Ah” was the best sound my poor overtaxed brain was able to come up with, my focus straining to keep up with the different sensations I was feeling—much less how aroused they were making me. “feels… good…,” I managed to mumble. 

“Hmmmm? Do you want more?” Angie teased. An approving “mmm” was all I managed before she slipped my shorts down to my knees and her hand under my top. The sensations were so much stronger now, so much more direct. And I could feel the slight roughness of her fingertips, the pleasant coolness of her hand on my thigh, the tiny way her fingers trembled as she traced across my skin—but I was so lost in the details of her that I didn’t even notice her hand moving slowly towards my dick until she traced lightly along it through my underwear. It was… not not hard. I instinctively tried to open my knees for her, but they just drew my shorts taut between them as her hand continued to trail along my dick.

“Aww, is this cute girl getting lost in my voice? In my touches, in my—,” she paused for a moment, throwing me off, “—rhythms?” “Nnnn,” I whined under her at the pause. “Uhm. mm. more?,” I pleaded incoherently. 

“Oh, I can definitely give you more.” She dropped her voice low and quiet, to the point where I had to strain to hear her, latching onto her words with wholehearted focus. “Just let the sensations you’re feeling wash over you, erasing your thoughts like waves smoothing over sand on a beach.” Her feathery-light touches—her voice resonating through my body—her comforting smell all around me—her voice tugging at my attention—her weight pressing down on me—”Now, drop.”

I was floating. Every movement Angie made sent frissions of pleasure rippling through me—and oh my god, what lovely movements they were. Every sensation made me whimper and moan, all barriers between experience and expression obliterated, which spurred her on as she started squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipple with one hand, while the hand on my dick touched more firmly and insistently.

“Good girl! God, I love how responsive you get.” Her hands slipped under my remaining layers, the direct skin-to-skin contact setting my nerves alight. My whimpering reached a fever pitch, my body practically vibrating under her impossibly hot touch. But just before I came, she stopped. 

I was too lost in trance to object or even fully process what had happened. All I knew was the excruciating feeling of pleasure at Angie’s touch as she slid her hips up over my body, lifted her skirt, and slid her underwear aside to press her dick against my mouth. If the sensations of her hands on me had been overwhelming, the feeling of her pressing against my lips and tongue was all-consuming. On autopilot, I gave her a lick, causing her to squeeze my hands and clench her thighs around my chest, short-circuiting my brain. 

It was her turn to moan. “Oh god, Kay, you’re so hot, I need more.” Whatever small part of me was still aware enough to listen and react continued kissing and licking until Angie got tired of my limited mobility, pulled back momentarily to adjust, and slid the tip of her dick into my mouth. 

The new feeling of the softness of her dick against my tongue made me let out a muffled moan. Angie, feeling me move against her and seeing me widen my throat, pressed in farther until her dick was all the way down my throat. (Thank god I’d taken the time a few years ago to practice to suppress my gag reflex.) The sensation of my throat being filled was extremely hot, which I think Angie noticed, since after taking a moment to acclimate to the situation she reached a hand back behind herself to continue playing with my dick. 

The combination of sensations quickly brought me close to the edge, where I think Angie was as well, as she began making small, irregular thrusts into my mouth, each unpredictable movement sinking me deeper. Her moans—and my attempts at them—grew more insistent, her hips bucking against me and her unoccupied hand squeezing my shoulder for support.

As she came, the feeling of her cum spurting into my throat sent me over the edge, waves of pleasure washing over my whole body before sending me, finally, into total blankness. 

*  *  *  *  *

I came back to awareness some time later, with Angie collapsed on top of me. She felt me stirring and moved to my side, cradling my face in her hand. “Hi, my love. God, that was amazing. Wasn’t I… trying to explain something to you?” She laughed. “Guess I probably lost you, huh?” 

I pulled her close to me, burying my face in her thigh. I could get lost in this girl for the rest of my life.