Alyna hasn’t fucked me for the past week, citing the importance of spending every free moment she has studying for her final exams. I accept this excuse only because I have no choice. I do find it strange, though, that she is able to go a week without fucking for finals, or any reason for that matter, based on our previous once-a-day minimum, which has held fast since the third or fourth time we fucked. Despite the fact that she seems to genuinely miss having sex with me, I’m still more alarmed at her ability to omit it from our relationship entirely and feel no significant regret at her decision.
Alyna’s last final is at 11:00 A.M. and she’s promised to meet me for lunch at my apartment so we can break the dry spell. I’ve already resigned myself to taking a long lunch despite the consequences at work, which will likely be none. She gets to my apartment at around 1:10 and proceeds to tie me to my bed and fuck me. She alternates between riding my cock, sucking my dick, and jerking me off while she licks my balls, switching her method each time I’m about to cum.
She sits on my dick and plays with her clit as she rocks back and forth. Seeing this makes me blow my load, which she in turn says makes her cum because she can feel my dick throbbing in her cunt.
She gets off my cock and lies down next to me, leaving me tied down. She seems to have genuinely missed fucking me, and based on her performance, most of my concerns about her ability to go without sex are alleviated.
I say, “Untie me.”
She says, “Nope.”
“What? Untie me.”
“Nope. I just took the last test I’ll ever take in my life and now I want to spend the rest of your lunch hour doing whatever I want to you. So you’re just going to have to lie there and let me do it.”
I think back to the first time I saw Alyna on the plane and wondered what she was like in bed. My memory of the event is cut short by Alyna’s hand on my cock. She massages it kind of slowly, never letting it get fully hard.
I say, “What’re you doing?”
She says, “Whatever I want.”
She takes the hand that’s not on my dick and starts playing with her clit, then says, “I want to see who I can make cum first.”
It’s me. I shoot a load all over her hand and all over myself about two minutes after she really gets into giving me a bona fide hand job.
She cums roughly a minute later and then says, “That was pretty fun. I want you to do that to me sometime.”
I say, “How about right now?”
She says, “Nope. You don’t get to do anything but cum for the next”—she looks at the clock—“thirty minutes.”
I say, “I’m taking a long lunch.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I probably have more like an hour.”
“Oooh. Then you’re definitely not getting untied.”
She gets up to get a towel, then comes back and cleans all of the cum off my dick and out of my pubic hair. Then we lie there together for a while.
I say, “What if you fall asleep?”
She says, “Then you’re fucked.”
She rolls on top of me and looks me in the eyes, then says, “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
I say, “Thanks.”
She takes a second and then says something that makes what was shaping up to quite possibly be the best lunch hour of my life take a nasty turn. She says, “I want to talk to you about something.”
She’s sitting on top of me and I’m tied down.
She says, “I already know this is going to completely freak you out, but I don’t care….”
Not only am I completely freaking out, I’m already trying to rationalize one of three things: (1) how I could have missed the fact that Alyna somehow used to have a dick; (2) how I’m going to cure the herpes that she gave me; or (3) what name would best suit a child I don’t want to have.
She says, “What do you think about marriage?”
“What?”
“I know on our first date we both said we thought it was stupid and all of that, and I’m not saying right now. I’m not even saying in the next five years, but what do you think about it in the far, far future?”
I can’t believe this is happening to me. I keep waiting for her to tell me that she’s just kidding, but it never comes. I’m almost hoping she’ll tell me she once had a dick, but she just keeps saying, “Come on, what do you think?”
And as I force myself to actually think about it, I’m surprised to find that the idea of marrying Alyna—as she said, in the far, far future—does not make me want to smash myself in the nuts with a sledgehammer.
I say, “I don’t know, why are you asking me this?”
She says, “I don’t know. I’m sure it’s just because I’m graduating and I don’t really know what I want to do with my life and I’ve just been thinking about a lot of things lately, mainly things that have to do with where my life goes next.”
I try to get out of my bonds, but I get nowhere.
I say, “I thought you said in the far future.”
“Yeah, I did. I mean, I’m just thinking about what kind of life I could have five or ten years down the road, and I’m not saying this is definitely something I want, but thinking about a life with you doesn’t scare me.”
I try to imagine being married to Alyna and it doesn’t scare me either. It doesn’t excite me, but it gives rise to no ill feelings, which is far more than I could have said for a life of being married to Casey. I also realize that this is in no way an admission to myself that I want to marry Alyna.
She says, “I don’t want this to turn into some big thing. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about lately and I wanted you to know. I don’t want to get married right now, and I don’t even really know if I ever do. But the idea of it doesn’t sound as bad as it used to. That’s all.”
I say, “Okay.”
She says, “Okay? Are you really okay with this?”
“Yeah.” Her terms were vague enough to make me think this might actually be true.
“It doesn’t make you want to break up with me?”
She shifts her weight on me and I can feel her wet pussy brush my cock.
“No.” This is without a doubt true. Despite her recent slip into a territory I had hoped never to visit again with a girl, she’s still hands down the best girlfriend I’ve ever had.
“Do you still love me?”
Her wet pussy kind of settles right on my cock.
“Yeah.”
“Good. I’m glad we talked about this.”
She sits back a little and slides her pussy lips along my cock, which is now hard again.
“Me too.”
She kisses me and reaches back behind her ass to line my dick up with her cunt. She says, “My mom might bring this up when you meet her,” then sits back, and my dick slides into her as she fucks me for the next forty-five minutes.