Must Read: A Simple Life On Paper - Season 1 - Episode 13

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Must Read: A Simple Life On Paper - Season 1 - Episode 13

I never thought the sight of a lady’s rhythmic motion to
my thrusts could look so mesmerising but hers did. She
occasionally bit her lips, rolled her eyes and grabbed the
sheets. I was losing it and almost came but she
positioned her two petite feet on my chest and pushed
me back (in what I believe was the middle of another of
her climaxes). She was breathing heavily and so was I.

I looked at the gates I had been unceremoniously evicted
from. It was dripping with juices. The sheets under her
bums were also visibly drenched. I had the urge to go
back into that warm place. “Go and lock the door, ” she
said within gasps. I didn’t understand what she was
saying until she pointed towards the living room door.

I felt funny walking with soldier at attention.

I removed
its protective shell and threw it in the water closet as I
passed by the toilet. The cool air on junior made it
stiffen. I hurriedly locked the door and turned off the
lights on my way back to the bedroom.

Tintin was waiting for me (not that I was expecting she
would disappear).I went straight for my stash of shells
and wrapped one where it belonged. She pushed me to
my back and straddled me as she led me in gently.

As I made my way in, all lumbar I had lost during the break
came back with a vengeance and she too seemed to
have been rejuvenated. Her chest fruit swung and
bounced playfully as she went up and down. They looked
so playful that I had to grab one with my hand and
sq££ze on its tip. I felt a brief pulse in the rhythm she
was trying to maintain when I did that. So I didn’t stop
but started rolling it between my fingers.
Not long after we resumed, she fell flat on me;
exhausted. I, on the other hand, had so much pressure
built up that I was using up almost all my mental
strength to hold myself back. It was as if I had had seven
litres of malt within the hour. She wasn’t making things
easier on me either. She had lain forward on my chest
and was gently rocking herself against my shaft.
My mind suddenly went blank and a wave of relief
flooded my body. I assume that she felt the eruption
because she rolled off me as the rubber container got
filled by my fountain. When I finally removed it, I checked
just to make sure I hadn’t bled or urinated into it as well.

I turned and gazed at the beautiful girl by my side. She
looked so fragile and weak I had the urge to protect her
but in my state; I reckon I wouldn’t be able to protect
myself. Calmly, sweet sleep took me away.
I woke up with her big innocent looking eyes staring at
me. I smiled and she smiled back. I was thinking of a
suitable aftermath compliment to tell her, but she killed
the chain of thought with a thoughtfully stated “we need
to talk”. My mental response was “A-OH!” I sat up and
looked around my room. Her clothes were still on the
floor so I knew she was in her birthday suit under the
sheets; that gave my morning stiffy a little kick.
She took her time to tell me why she liked me. She
thought I was discreet, funny, honest, industrious and I
looked good. I thought my performance in bed would
have at least warranted a mention. Then she went on
about how she wouldn’t want to lead me on because
she enjoys our physical chemistry but she was in love
with her fiancée and would like it if we could continue
with our friendship as it was.
Basically, she was muttering about being friends with
benefits. I tried to think about the pros and cons of such
a friendship, but I couldn’t come up with anything. I just
sat there with a blank expression on my face. My eyes
were drawn to TinTin’s migration to the bathroom. That
girl was a gem to behold. On one hand I was going to be
her guy on the side, on the other hand; that is what I was
to my ex. At least she was being honest about it.
I wanted to follow her into the shower but ever since I
almost broke my neck trying some stunts with a girl in a
shower; it lost its appeal me. Not long later, she came
out wrapped in my towel with a naughty smile on her
face. “You should have come in with me; I needed your
help in there,” She said. All I could do was chuckle. She
got dressed and met me on the bed. “So what do you
say?” she asked. “I’m in; as long as you don’t get
jealous if I eventually get a girlfriend” I answered. “DEAL”
she replied with excitement. Then I got a peck on the lips
as she turned around and left. I had issues that morning…

my stomach ached like hell!

Life continued with the improved routine. I had no real
complaints. Tintin would come over anytime she needed
my company, get things off her chest or get physical
therapy. I tried not to utilize the benefits in our friendship
just so I wouldn’t abuse it (as most guys I knew would).

She wanted me to take a day off from the office to
accompany her to camp so she could get her posting
letter (although I guessed she knew where she was
posted to).

I went to work as usual on that Tuesday, spoke to my
boss and he gave me the all clear to take the rest of the
day off. In fact, I think he was happy that for the first
time since I came into the office; I was doing something
that wasn’t official.

We got to the camp ground just as they were being
dismissed. While I waited by the car, she went to meet
with her contacts to get her posting letter. Honestly, I felt
out of place. The sight of thousands of people walking
around in their khaki kits was not as exciting as I
remember it was when I was one of them. Maybe it was
just my judgement of age failing me but they also
seemed to have a large number of corps members who
obviously were older than the thirty-year limit.