I leave the bathroom and find her completely nude and on all fours facing away from me and toward the console under the television. I give a little tilt and look. I can see her pussy just under her ass. She must have positioned herself this way consciously; it looks too perfect. She is clearly not done playing with me. I’d known that, but made her leave the bathroom first so that she wouldn’t sneak a piss in while I wasn’t watching. She stands up, turns around, and gives a little stunned and stern look as if she wasn’t expecting me to be checking her out. Of course she knew, how could she not have known. I straighten up. She straightens herself up, lifts her chin and walks to the couch. She looks like she’s upset with me, almost as if she’s planning to give me the silent treatment, but I know she’s just playing, and it doesn’t bother me.
She sits down on the couch, puts on her headset, and grabs the controller. She already turned my game off, and inserted a different disk. The game comes up on the screen and, as I had speculated, she’s playing some online first person shooter. She still isn’t looking at me. I walk over to the fridge and grab a drink, then head over to sit down beside her. I pop the seal on the can and sit down, placing the drink on the table in front of us. Without acknowledging me, she grabs the can and takes a drink before placing it on the table beside her, and opposite me. That was the last can. I look at her, but she is still focussing on the television.
I get back up and head over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and as I do, I turn to look at her. I do love seeing her from behind. I may have imagined it, but I could have sworn I saw her quiver. Is it possible she has to pee worse than I thought? I go and turn on the fountain. If she’s going to play this ignoring game with me, I’m going to play the desperation game with her. I sit back down beside her with my water. Her face is focused, but I can’t be sure if it’s on the game, or on holding her bladder. I don’t really care of course, both will be good for now.
She is sitting up tall on the couch, as she always does when playing competitive games.
“Fuck you, you dumb ass! He was right fucking there! Play the game or log out and let someone with some fucking skill join!” She can get somewhat competitive online, but she’s usually just joking. No doubt she’s playing with a friend she met on the internet. If she didn’t know whoever was on the other end, she probably would have been a little more polite, but just a little.
I take a sip of my water as I look at her back. The curves are gorgeous. I can distinctly make out her shoulder blades, the arch in her back, and the cushion of her ass. I gently place the tips of two of my fingers on the top of her back, just between her shoulders and at the bottom of her neck. Her head and shoulders minutely move back as her stomach presses forward, all for only a second. The game is on. I slowly, gently, carefully, caress her, my hand moving down, fingers slipping down her still wet body, letting them lift off right as it reaches her ass crack. This of course has my desired effect. Her whole body arches back and reaches forward. Her eyes and her mouth gape, and she breathes heavily.
“Nothing!” Someone must have heard her on the other end. This was going to be more fun than I thought.
I touch her arm, just below the shoulder. I slide my fingers down her side, along her waist, just as I had done on her back.
She bends away, and moans. “Ah, aha ah, ah.”
This time, instead of lifting my fingers off, I slide them around her waist line and down her front, slipping a finger inside her pussy. It’s wet, but then, it’s been wet this whole time.
“Aaah. Yes, I’m fine, I’m fine. Jus- mmm- flank him on the right.”
She isn’t even telling me to stop. She clearly wants this too.
I take my finger out, but not without replacing my touch with my other hand on her ass. I take a drink of my water as sensually as I can, and place it down as prideful and proper as I can, then lower my head into her lap.
Her arms raise up, and her legs split. I take a lick. It tastes good. I take a lick. It tastes great. I take a lick. It tastes fantastic. It tastes fucking fantastic. I keep my hand resting on her ass as I slip off the couch to face her, bringing my other hand up to help me separate her pussy lips, then slide my left hand off of her ass, but never leaving her body until it too is helping my tongue. One hand opening her up, one hand encouraging her juices to flow, one tongue lapping up the nectar.
“Oh god!.... Yes, I’m fine, I just screwed up. Keep advancing!”
I hear the menu for the game on the TV. She lowers the controller to her side, and puts her other hand on the back of my head, caressing my cheek, then my chin as I look up at her.
“He has no idea. I really have to pee. Don’t stop!” She stares longingly in my eyes, and I know in that moment that I’m going to marry this girl. She lifts the controller back up, and I hear the menu close as I go back down to covering every inch with my tongue.
I continue to enjoy her sweet liquid. She’s wetter than I’ve ever known her. I’ve never known her to be so passionate. It’s absolute ecstasy and my boner has recovered and returned far sooner than I’ve ever recalled it to have done so. She continues to make tantalizing sounds as she plays on, but she has her vocals under better control now. She is still moaning, still heaving, and her hips are still flexing in my direction. I wonder if anyone on the other end of her headset has any idea what’s happening. She still commands their movement around the arena, now with more clarity, but I can still hear her struggling to not scream out.
She pats me on the back of the head. I don’t stop.
“Okay, now, here it comes!”
I’m sure her teammates think she’s talking to them, but I know. I’ve already felt her flexing her muscles to keep from letting loose. I’ve already tasted tiny drips of salty goodness that I know she released unintentionally.
“Aaah! Oh, fuuck!”
If it weren’t for my own enthusiasm, I’m sure I would have assumed she was expressing her annoyance for having just lost her match, but I was down on my knees, my arms scooping underneath her legs, my hands were gripping her ass cheeks, my head was buried deep between her thighs. My face becomes drenched. I feel like I had just been submerged. Submerged by the warmest, most wonderful water I had every come across. She keeps screaming. The piss gushes out of her urethra, and sprays me continually in the face. I drink as much as I can, but much of it soaks my whole head, and down my shoulders and bare chest. The floor would be soaked as well, I knew, but I didn’t care. The whole time she pisses all over me, her hips continue to spasm, and she can't control her body motions or her vocals. She screams so loud with her head whipping from launching backward to thrusting it forward and down. It wasn’t just her pissing. I know I was making her cum harder than I could ever remember having been able to do so. I had always wanted to make her squirt, and I was convinced I’d finally done it.
Even when she was done unloading her bladder, and she had sunk back to resting against the back of the couch, her body continued to seize on its own, and she continued to make soft periodically sighs and moans. Finally, as her spasms slowed, she lifts her head to look at me, and smiles. I stare passionately into her gaze. This was it. I knew I had found her. No one had ever made me happier, and I feel like the worlds luckiest man to have been able to do this for her. I get up off the floor, and her smile and starry eyes, still locked with my own, follow me up. We pause, only for a moment. It probably lasts less than a second, but it doesn’t feel like it, and then I fling forward and embrace her in the biggest hug I could muster, and press my lips against her own. Our eyes close, and we kiss each other deeply and longingly. If our lovers gaze had lasted an eternity, surely our kiss lasted forever longer.
