Georgina looked great in my clothes as she led me to the bedroom.

Though oversized on her, I could clearly see the shape of her pert, tight butt as the fabric swished with every swing of her hips. A pendulum of loveliness. She padded her way gracefully to one side of my bed and dropped the boxers to the floor giving me an eyeful of her exposed buttocks. The shirt followed suit, and she was under the covers and patting the other side of my bed in invitation.

I disrobed and slid in beside her, and we shifted together into a snuggling position, her head resting on my left bicep. She yawned and let out a contented sigh.

‘This is nice.’ She half whispered.

‘Mmm.’ I nodded my agreement. She ran her hand across my chest absently, a far away look on her face.

‘What are you thinking about?’ I enquired.

She was silent for some time, her eyes tracked right to left as she formulated her response.

‘I was just thinking back over what we just did together. It’s been a while; my last boyfriend was over a year ago and I’d forgotten how much more intense it can be when someone else is involved.’ She said after a few moments.

‘Someone else huh?’ I teased.

‘Someone you’re really into.’ She bit my arm playfully, her dark eyes staring up at me.

‘And do you… you know… often?’ I queried.

‘Do I what, Alex?’ She responded, amusement saturated in her voice. ‘Play with myself?’

Embarrassment flooded me, my cheeks turning pink. I’m not used to talking so forthrightly about this kind of subject.

‘Yeah, you said it’s more intense with someone else. It’s implicit, so I was curious.’ I replied.

‘Of course you were.’ She kissed me on the cheek. ‘And of course I do… doesn’t everyone?’

‘True.’ I cracked a cheeky grin. ‘Maybe I just liked hearing you say it.’

She gave me an evaluating look and leaned in close to my ear.

‘Well in that case, I masturbate every night… sometimes twice.’ She whispered coquettishly causing my heart to pump loudly. Faint stirrings of arousal swept through me like a light summer breeze.

‘And you?’ She followed up.

‘Well yeah, of course.’ I replied.

‘Details, Alex. I need to know more…’ Her eyes were steady, but I could hear a slight quivering in her voice denoting that her heart was also going fast.

‘OK, well yeah most days if I’m in the mood.’

‘And how do you do it? Do you watch porn, or use your imagination? Do you use toys on yourself?’

My face wrinkled in confusion.

‘Do they make many toys for guys?’ I asked, half curious, half uncertain.

‘Yes. Lots.’ She smiled at my discomfort, enjoying making me squirm.

‘Well, I wasn’t aware, but no I just use my fingers. I do watch porn sometimes, but I often find a bit too… aggressive?’ Her eyes shadowed with a tinge of mild disappointment. ‘Do you use toys when you play?’

‘Oh yeah, both really but it depends on my mood at the time and what I’m after. It takes a bit of time and effort to set up but also using them takes longer, so you need to have a bit of energy.’ She paused to reflect, scanning her memory.

‘If I’m feeling fancy’ She continued. ‘I’ll bring my vibrator out to party, there’s something really exciting about feeling filled up which my fingers can’t quite achieve in the same way. If I’m feeling extra naughty, I’ll pop in my plug as well so I’m completely filled.’

My brain did a double take, processing what I’d just heard.

‘So… you have it in your…?’ My question was wrought with a myriad of possibilities.

‘Yep, it goes in my butt.’ She answered brightly, still clearly amused. ‘You wanna try it sometime?’

She giggled at the shock on my face.

‘Ok ok, baby steps. We can work up to that one.’ She said patiently.

This was a whole new world to be learning about, like sailing out into uncharted territory.

‘And so’ I struggled out ‘It feels good for you, having both at the same time?’

‘Well yeah’ She continued drily ‘I wouldn’t be volunteering my ass as tribute if it wasn’t. I never used to like it, my ex was all about it but it didn’t feel good. We compromised on getting a plug that wasn’t too big, and that opened up a whole world to me. After some experimenting, I couldn’t get enough of it.’

I pondered on this quietly, she certainly is a lot more adventurous sexually than I realised. I felt kind of boring in comparison.

‘And this is your ex that you broke up with a year ago?’ I asked.

‘Broke up with last year and five years ago. We have a long history and it’s a little complicated, but he’s been a big part of my life since I was young.’ She said.

‘You’ve broken up twice now?’ Curiosity getting the better of me.

She sighed.

‘Ok well, I guess we’re going into the long, complicated story – are you sure you want to know?’ She asked, and I nodded wordlessly.

‘Alright, well you asked for it. We grew up as neighbours from as early as I can remember. Best friends as kids, and he was really my first love. I had a whole princess fantasy about us getting married when we got older.’ Her eyes misted as memory overtook her thoughts.

‘But as teenagers that dream was crushed as he found the pretty, blond girls much more interesting than me. I went through puberty quite late, didn’t lose my puppy fat until seventeen or so and didn’t even start growing boobs until 18.’

‘But whenever he broke up with one of his popular girls, there I was for him – good old frumpy, dependable George… always there to help pick him up the pieces.’ Her voice became brittle and laconic. ‘Wishing he’d look at me in that way. Hoping he’d choose me for once. If I just kept catering to his needs, he might come around.’

‘But life isn’t a John Hughes movie, and in the end I gave up on the dream. That’s when I met that folk singer and for a while we lost contact after school. But then we were both at a party just before I turned twenty, and it happened. He saw me, and his eyes did that thing I always dreamt of. It was like coming home and we fell in love.’ She trailed off for a few moments, steeling herself with a deep breath.

‘The next two years were wonderful and everything I hoped for. He was the same old Taylor I knew from my childhood but also grown up and different which was like learning a song in a different style. We started college and were fairly much inseparable, with the whole finishing each other’s sentences and so on.’

‘And then his dad died, and everything changed. At first I just thought he was grieving and needed some time to heal, but without his dad he seemed to become untethered. He was angry quite often, and would go out drinking with his buddies and would come home blind drunk and incoherent. I was both worried for him and scared of him, and I didn’t know how to help him.’

‘Then he started cheating. At first he tried to hide it, and would deny it but I knew. After a few months he wasn’t even pretending anymore, he’d come home with lipstick on his neck and would just laugh and shrug. In the morning he’d be himself again and apologetic, and would beg me not to leave.’

‘Nothing tears your soul in two like pity and betrayal, being stuck between worlds. Should I stay, or should I go? I kept thinking ‘This isn’t him, this is the grief’ and that in time I could nurse him back to himself. We would still have sex at times, but I started to avoid it as he was often cruel and like he was hate fucking me’. Her voice became remorseful.

‘One night he brought one of his skanks home and tried to initiate a threesome, and I put my foot down and asked this girl to leave. Poor thing was confused and under the impression it was all cool, but left quickly when I explained that it wasn’t. Taylor lost his shit and started trashing our apartment, broke my laptop, phone and tore up some photos that were irreplaceable’.

‘And that was it, I grabbed my handbag and purse and escaped to a girlfriend’s place at 4am in tears, shock and total disbelief. She stayed up with me and talked me down off the ledge, calling in to work the next day to stay with me. She helped me realise that what was happening wasn’t ok, and talked me out of going back to him.’

‘Even after all of this, stupidly, I was still compelled to prioritise him and to make sure he was ok. But I spoke to him on the phone, hoping to reconcile and desperately wanting him to show he was sorry. But he was cold, distant and couldn’t give a fuck so that was it. I moved out, we broke up. For six months I couldn’t stop thinking about him, so went and saw someone to work through it all.’

‘I felt broken and unlovable. But over time I learned how to start valuing myself, bit by bit the poison left my system and I managed to graduate my degree with honours. I’m not sure how, given what was going on inside, but sometimes we surprise ourselves with how tough we can be. Sometimes a song would come on and I’d just break down, but over time the good days began to outnumber the bad ones.’

I lay there silently, absorbing everything she’d just told me.

‘Fucking hell.’ I said, grasping for the words to describe my thoughts.

‘Fucking hell, indeed.’ Was her wry rejoinder.

She shifted her body against mine, her left leg shifting to cover my right. I became acutely aware of her naked skin and how good it felt brushing against mine. Her soft, perky breasts were pressed against my chest, and strong feelings of sympathy and sexual exhilaration fought to control my attention.

‘I’m finding it hard to picture you in this situation.’ I began tentatively. ‘You just don’t seem to be the sort of person who’d put up with this nonsense.’

She smiled sadly.

‘Well, we only get to where we are by coming from where we’ve been. I’d like to think the person I am today wouldn’t, but there are some people you seem cosmically tied to. Like the song says: ‘Fate up against your will’. Your resolve melts like ice in their sunshine, and that terrible hope overtakes you. Maybe this time it will be different.’

I nodded slowly, but finding it hard to relate anything similar from my own life. I never had a lifelong crush or tumultuous ongoing history with anyone like this. There was Sally Hastings, who unexpectedly asked me to slow dance at the school disco in the first year of high school. She never really spoke to me again in all our years of high school, but unknowingly ignited a thousand horny teenaged fantasies long after.

‘But you broke up a second time?’ I asked. ‘So you did get back together.’

She buried her face into my chest, her voice muffled and low with regret.

‘Yeeeeeah. Just to continue my parade of shame’. She curled her left arm around my chest tighter. ‘After around two years I’d started a new job, met a nice new guy and a whole new life.’

‘Out of the blue, Taylor called me and it was like he was back to his old self. Said all the things I’d been longing to hear, and I agreed to meet up – though with plenty of reservations. Just a catch up and see what he had to say. In hindsight, it was far too dangerous, like an alcoholic sitting at a table with a glass of booze in front of them.’

‘It took a few times of meeting up, but I became convinced he was a changed man and reformed. I strung the guy I’d been seeing along, while starting to see Taylor secretly. I treated Mike abysmally, as if I was passing along all the bad behaviour I’d experienced onto him like a bad game of pass the parcel. I didn’t like myself much, I was filled with guilt, self-loathing but an unhealthy exultation. Felt like I’d finally won, but sold my soul to the devil.’

I winced at hearing this and my stomach began to flutter as concerns blossomed like strange, ill-omened flora. My brow furrowed as I wondered if I needed to be careful.

‘Why did you treat him like that?’ Desperately wanting to know, but also dreading the answer.

Georgina sighed softly through her nose.

‘Mike was a really nice guy. Maybe too nice. I’d spin these ridiculous stories about why I was suddenly unavailable, and he was so good about it and patient. I think I kind of wanted him to put his foot down, you know? The more he went along with being treated like shit, the more I resented him for being passive.’ She swallowed hard.

‘In my mind, it was his fault because he wouldn’t stand up for himself. He just faded out from focus, and dwindled away until he just stopped calling. I didn’t care. It was just a nuisance I didn’t have to deal with anymore, and I was free to do what I wanted.’

‘After Taylor and I broke up for the second time, I did call Mike to try and make amends. He was surprisingly easy on me, and just laughed when I tried to sincerely apologise. He said he could see what was going on, and I came to realise he wasn’t a push over at all. Just a genuinely good person who didn’t want any nonsense in his life. I felt like I was just trash that took itself out of being his problem to deal with’

‘And you and Taylor broke up again?’ I asked quietly, disturbed by what I’d heard.

Her eyes flicked to my face nervously, sensing the change in my demeanour. She ran her hand across my chest again, but this time more to reassure than explore.

‘Yep. Turned out he was the same old Taylor. I didn’t put up with it for long, but I came to realise that there was something in me that’s just geared for him. With Mike the gears didn’t connect the same way, which I mistook for incompatibility. And worst of all, it dawned on me that those gears gave me the capacity to behave awfully myself.’

I stroked her hair gently with my fingers.

‘What do you think it is about him that draws you back in?’ My heart was filled with icy needles.

‘It’s a lot of things.’ She said hesitantly. ‘It’s the history, it’s the connection, its pure human biology and chemistry. We know each other so well, we just know all of each other’s the dance moves. Familiarity too, I suppose?’

‘It’s like he’s in my head, and understands what I want on a very deep, primal level. He’s tuned into exactly when I want to be touched, and where. Just as my body is craving it, he responds. It’s a rhythm we just fall into naturally.’ Her voice was troubled.

‘He takes charge, doesn’t ask for permission and there’s something very masculine and attractive about that. In bed he would just completely dominate me and something about relinquishing control absolutely gave me orgasms that left me shattered.’

‘You can know that something isn’t good for you intellectually… but your body responds to what it responds to. Physiology just overrides your brain and better judgement.’ She concluded.

Her gaze searched my face for clues of my thoughts. It was a lot to take in at once.

‘Scared you off, have I?’ She asked, worry abraded through her tone.

I kissed her forehead and shook my head in the negative.

‘I will say, I enjoyed talking about sex toys more!’ I quipped.

Georgina laughed, and relief speckled her features. Her body relaxed around mine as well, and I realised she’d been tensed like a drawn bow. The icicles in my heart faded some.

‘I did say that I had plans for you earlier.’ She said mischievously. ‘Would you like to hear them?’

My entire body became alert all at once and my heart rate became insistent and tapping at my ribcage. My nether regions twitched into life.

‘Tell me.’ I implored.

She shifted to bring her face to mine, our lips nearly touching. Her hand snaked its way down my chest, over my pubic mound and rested on my cock. I scratched the fingertips of my left hand down her spine, causing her to shiver. She ran her leg over mine, straddled over me on her side.

‘Well, I did have plans to do this.’ She said, demurely. She tickled under my balls. ‘And this.’

She lowered her face so her mouth was close to my left nipple, and she took it gently between her lips.

‘And this seemed like a good plan as well.’ She muttered between kisses as my cock began to throb. Her fingers ran up and down the shaft lightly, taking delight in feeling my member engorge in response. I rolled onto my side to face her, and found her lips with mine. She melted into me, and made soft, muffled moans.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter towards me as we kissed more passionately as desire overtook us. That wonderful rising feeling of arousal filled the bed, every squeeze of her ass caused her to kiss me harder. She began stroking my cock more urgently, squeezing it hard and soft as she did. She opened her legs and I guided my right hand between her thighs, caressing them and tickling her labia.

She issued a lamenting sigh, as her body seemed to beg me to continue. More than happy to oblige, my index finger found her clitoris and proceeded to work her burgeoning wetness around it. She rocked her hips to grind herself against my finger, sending it plunging between her drenched lips. We moved in delicate opposition, forming a perfect rhythm.

As our passion began to burn hot, something overcame me and I pushed her to lay flat on the bed. I manhandled her legs roughly, and dipped my head down between her thighs. I could smell her musky scent as her pussy radiated heat. It drooled boiling, glistening mess and twitched under my breath, as I blew gently over it.

I pushed her legs further apart and plunged my lips and tongue into her beckoning sex. She gyrated under my ministrations, her mouth uttering low syllables and incoherent sounds. Lost in this fit of sexual fervour, I lashed her pussy with my tongue like a whip. Attending to her clitoris, inner labia and pushing into her tasty pussy. She tasted so good.

Every touch of my lips and tongue elicited different sounds and movements from her, giving the impression I was playing her like an instrument. These were not just sensations, but melodies, chords, rhythms and crescendos playing out various sequences, a song of the orgasm. She was splayed wide open for me to conduct a sexual orchestra with my tongue leading the symphony. She rolled her hips backwards and presented herself completely, and I caught a glimpse of her tight little asshole.

I placed my tongue very gently upon it and paused for a moment.

‘Yes!’ She gasped.

‘Mm?’ I queried.

‘YES!’ She insisted breathlessly, her hips squirming and begging me.

My tongue gently explored the outer rim of her asshole, working its way inwards towards the centre. It tasted of her drooling pussy and tightened with every stroke of my tongue. She grabbed my head and moaned loudly, and I hoped the neighbours wouldn’t hear. Could make for an awkward interaction in the hallway.

I began to slide my tongue all the way from her dirtiest hole and up to her fully erect clitoris, repeating each stroke methodically and deliberately. She shuddered under each, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly and pulling as bliss overtook her senses. Her pussy contracted tight, oozing her sex juice in honeyed rivers. For a moment I felt an urging from her, a silent instruction for what she wanted next.

I placed my fingertip against her outer rectum, and suddenly she became very still and quiet. Her breath remained ragged and stilted however, and I slid my finger slowly inside her ass. My tongue slowly circled her clitoris, as though in a holding pattern. Her entire body shook a trembling mantra, her asshole clenching hard around my finger and loosening to invite me in further. I pushed deeper and began to savagely tongue lash her clit and labia again.

She wailed a low, guttural howl and cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard. Her nipples poked up hard tiny towers, signalling her deep-seated arousal and primal excitement. My symphony was reaching a prodigious climax, my tongue a conductors baton urging it to greater heights. I pressed my lips to her clitoris and sucked hard, drawing it between my teeth and nibbling gently.

Her breath came in laborious, grating gasps as though she was drowning, and her mouth sounded warbling, unsteady phonetic utterances along with constricted, pained pants. Her whole body tensed at once, her pussy gushing and her asshole clamping around my finger so hard I thought it would snap. Her hands clasped around the back of my head and pulled me in hard to her pussy, which made a soft fluttering sound, like someone blowing a gentle raspberry.

Powerful orgasms wracked through her body, she shuddered and rollicked across the bed. I slid my finger out of her, causing her to orgasm again and gave her one last gentle kiss to her pussy as her giant climax wound down to aftershocks. I moved up to kiss her, and in between she began licking her own juices off my face.

‘That was… something else.’ She exclaimed lowly, still fighting to catch her breath.

I wasn’t done though. Something had awakened inside of me.

I mounted her aggressively, shoving my cock inside her still twitching vagina and plunged myself in. I pulled my knees up to her hips, and loomed over her with a glint in my eyes. Without taking a moment to pause, I began to pound her pussy with my sword. Her eyes rolled back and she placed her hands against my chest, pushing upwards as though to stave me off. Inspiration hit once more and as she arched her head back to expose her neck, I placed my hand around it and enclosed it.

Her mouth dropped open and she gargled against the pressure, fighting for air. Her pussy glowed hot, wet and ready; a glistening oven for my hard meat. The room echoed the wet, smacking sounds of our skin impacting and the stifled groans and moans of our fucking.

‘Alex?’ She pleaded.

‘Yea?’ I asked.

‘Harder.’

Did she mean the pounding I was giving her? Or the choking? Well, as the meme says: Why don’t we try both? Animal instinct took over me and the room began to blur and fall away, leaving nothing but carnal impulse and base lust.

Obligingly, I thrust myself faster and deeper into her wet cavern, increasing the pressure around her throat. I was riding her high above, my arm at full reach and pounding her with a loving contempt I’d never felt before. It felt good. Like we were two well-oiled mechanisms engaged in a perfect interplay of motion, action, reaction and impulse. Our machine shuddered and spewed thick black smoke into the room, roaring in delicious powerful force.

Her pupils were dilated so much her eyes were almost fully black.

‘Can I come?’ She whimpered softly.

I continued my tempo, rocking her body with my piston-like propulsion.

‘No.’ I instructed her. She rolled her eyes backwards into her skull again, a begging quality to the disappointed sob she made. I pulled her up and onto her knees, flipping her over to take her from behind. Her pussy was so wet.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back hard. My cock rammed her harder than ever from behind, steadying myself by holding her hip with my free hand. I pushed her face down and into the pillow hard, as her hands flailed in response, trying to find purchase on something. Her pussy became hotter than ever before, as though on fire now and took on a sloppy, slick quality as though I’d broken it into submission. It had fallen wide open for me, taking everything I had to serve up with no resistance.

‘Please.’ She begged, her voice obscured in the pillow. ‘Please.’

I built stroke upon stroke, jackhammering my raging cock into her mysterious depths. I pulled her upright so we were both kneeling up, placing my hand once again around her throat. As I pounded her from behind, I viciously whispered into her ear.

‘You want to?’

She nodded deliriously.

‘Say it.’ I demanded.

‘I want to.’ She begged, as I loosened my grip.

‘You want to what…?’ I pressured her further, dominance igniting something in me I never knew existed.

‘I want to come.’ She pleaded, her pussy aflame.

I let that hang for a moment before continuing.

‘Beg for it.’ My cock slamming her.

‘Please, let me come.’ Her voice agonised ecstasy. ‘Please, I need to come now.’

I relished in the overwhelming feeling of power I had over her.

‘It doesn’t sound to me like you want it enough.’ I said to her imperiously.

‘Please, let me. I need it. Please let me come, please, please, please.’ Her last pleading caught in her throat, turning into a mangled cry for release. I tightened my grip again, harder than ever before and her breathing cut off in a wet choking gurgle.

‘You can come now.’ I whispered into her ear, her pussy loosening and contracting in climax and relief.

My own orgasm synced in with hers, a gigantic wave coursing through my lower regions and up through my stomach. My spine shot sparks of electricity and we both cried out in unison as my cock pumped her full of my hot load. I felt dripping on my thighs and looked down to see that Georgina was gushing, and not just a bit – this was a veritable waterfall soaking the bed. The sheets turned dark in the ever-growing puddle as her well served pussy wound down from yet another orgasm for the night.

 She gracelessly flopped face first onto the bed, having lost all muscle control. Her breath came in tight, short gasps as she fought to come back to reality. The bed was a mess of bodily fluids. I plopped down beside her, having my own trouble with controlling my body, everything suddenly very un-coordinated. She slithered over to me wrapping her arms around me, with a taut urgency.

‘Alex-.’ She cut off, struggling for words.

‘Yeah?’

‘That was… It…’ She fumbled. ‘You reached me in a place I didn’t know I needed. Thank you.’

We were silent for some time, the aftereffects of our exertions settling down to a relaxed afterglow. Even her sweat was beguiling. Her breathing settled eventually, though she seemed miles away.

‘I haven’t felt that in a long time.’ She said, breaking the silence, her voice thick with oncoming sleep. ‘Not since…’

She began to snore softly, and her last thought was left hanging in the air like a neon sign in my head.

Not since Taylor, I finished for her quietly as I turned off the bed side lamp and settled into a long night of troubling thoughts.