Friends of friends

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Ani, a friend of a friend of a friend, showed up at a drinking party. She was supposed to be there to cheer me up, but it turned into some kind of celebration, with everyone inviting each other out. I didn't mind too much; I just sat there watching, guessing who would leave. It was actually quite fun! Ani wasn't very talkative, maybe like me, unable to fit in with the group. She sat to my right, only turning her head slightly to look at me when I invited her to a toast. The rest of the time, we were silent. Until someone suggested going to karaoke, I took a bottle of red wine and got into her car, sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window and drinking. "I don't want to go. Will you drink with me?" She didn't answer, immediately calling the group to tell them we weren't going. "But I don't know where to go," I said weakly to the window. She still didn't speak, and I didn't ask again, finishing my bottle and closing my eyes, unable to resist the drowsiness. Ani gently cupped my face and woke me up, helping me out of the car. "A motel, right?" She shrugged helplessly. "You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" She shook her head. Upstairs, on the table were opened bottles of red wine, plum wine, champagne, sorghum liquor, vodka, soda, juice, and two large bottles of mineral water. "Enough, right?" That was the first thing she said to me. Red wine, champagne, a casual conversation, the remote control in her hand, the TV screen constantly changing. The air was heavy, every breath a struggle. The alcohol was my oxygen. She went to shower, and I picked up my phone, looking at photos I should have deleted six months ago. That handsome face was always buried against the chests of other women, telling me it was all just an act. Damn it! I downed the drink in one gulp, gone. I drank what Ani had left. Foolishly manipulated, still clinging to the past, tears streaming down my face, unsure if it was resentment or humiliation. Ani came out wrapped in a towel. I rushed into the bathroom, head down, weakly washing myself, unable to find any way to wash away the helplessness. I stormed out, not caring what was in the glasses on the table, drank it all, and then crawled into bed. Ani lay down too, facing me. "Are you okay?" "No. No. Not at all! Want to make love?" ……………I turned and lay flat, turning my face to the other side. Oh no! I'm only wearing a towel, nothing underneath! Ani rested her head on my right arm, her face directly against my neck, still, lips pursed. Like being electrocuted, I couldn't help but try to pull away from her face, but she pressed her right hand against my left cheek, leaving me nowhere to escape. As if searching for something, her lips roamed over my neck, occasionally sliding to my ear, each touch sending electric currents through my body, each touch making me increasingly unwilling to resist. She turned my back to her, moving down, kissing my shoulders and back with varying pressure, her hands sliding along the curves of my side through the towel, from top to bottom, then from bottom to top. Ani untied my towel and pressed her face against my back. He stroked me with his hands, kissed me with his lips, sucked on me, and traced my skin with his fingers. I bit my lower lip, gripping the pillow tightly to keep from crying out, but it was all too unbearable; my whole body was already numb and powerless. "Wait!" Ani stopped his agonizing actions, looking at me as I managed to squeeze out those four words, but I was too weak to say anything more. The only sound in the room was my panting. Was it the alcohol aphrodisiac, or had my body never been treated like this before? Weren't all our previous encounters like in adult films—a few kisses, a few strokes of the breasts, penetration, and it was over? What was going on now? Why were these actions, unrelated to sex, so pleasurable yet unpleasant? My mind was racing with these questions. I'm 20 years old, and I've had two girlfriends. Our sex routine was exactly as taught in school: never undressing, always fully clothed, while I was naked, like a statue being watched on the bed. I even bought lubricant myself in case they suddenly wanted to penetrate me. Because they seemed not to understand what pain meant. I looked at Ani, at her mouth, and thinking about what had just happened, I suddenly felt a shiver run through me. I had absolutely no idea what would happen next, and I started to feel a little nervous. Is it normal to feel a jolt in your body like an electric shock? She smiled and said, "This isn't your first time, is it?" Of course not! It's the first time I've felt this way. I turned over and lay flat, covering myself with the blanket. My breathing was finally almost normal, but why was I panting so heavily, like I was climbing a mountain? This was so strange! "Can we continue?" Ani didn't wait for my response. She untied her towel and kissed my lips before I could even react. It was still numb, a tingling sensation that shot from my brain straight to between my legs. I tried to squeeze them together, but her legs blocked me. Her tongue first circled my lips, then forcefully entered and disrupted my senses. It was itchy, itchy in my head, probably because of her tongue! It was itchy in my body, probably because I could feel her nipples rubbing against my skin! I gasped. I could barely breathe. I tried to push her away, but she pinned both my hands down. Her legs, already wet, were clamped tighter and tighter, as if she were begging for something. It was shameful, yet also incredibly pleasurable. She released my hands, cupping my breasts with both, her tongue teasing my firm peaks. Her other hand traced circles on my thigh with her fingers, then probed inwards. Suddenly, she whispered in my ear, "You're so wet!" I didn't know why, it couldn't have been my fault, could it? She kissed me gently until she took my mouth in forcefully. My back arched reflexively, my hands weakly holding her head. My right hand pinched my already swollen spot with her fingers, lingering at the entrance. My legs were already spread open; in this position and with her movements, my mind and body began to crave fullness. She hesitated, her left hand caressing my chest, kissing my lips, her tongue circling my ears, neck, and chest. My body began to writhe, seemingly my only way to protest. I tried to grab her right hand to stop her tormenting me, but failed. She began to apply pressure to that spot, teasing me, and I could only grip the sheets tightly, enduring this long-absent pleasure. As I trembled with a clitoral orgasm, she finally entered me. Quickly, but not roughly. Slow movements weren't enough for my burning desire! I held her tightly, demanding kisses, my hips moving faster to meet her hands, feeling so good, I whispered in her ear. Finally, she quickened her pace, burying my face in her neck and shoulder, holding her tightly. My upper body was stimulated by her breasts, my lower body filled by her, feeling the contractions increasing in frequency, and finally, I couldn't help but cry out. She didn't stop immediately, continuing to move slowly, her lips brushing against my cheek. She seemed to be laughing at me. I could only hold her, struggling to breathe in every precious breath, panting and enjoying it. I felt her gaze on me, and suddenly felt shy, unable to look at her. It was the first time someone other than my girlfriend had touched me, and I only felt shy after reaching orgasm. What was wrong with me?! I covered my face with the blanket, not wanting to be seen. "You're so quiet, but your body feels so sensitive." She said, pulling her hand away, but hearing that sent another shiver down my spine. "No one will think you're mute if you don't speak!" Damn it, this person shouldn't speak at all. Why does even her speech have an electrifying effect on me? She rested her chin on her left hand, smiling sweetly at me. I then realized my thigh was between her legs. The feeling... I was wet. What should I do? I suddenly panicked. I'd never been with a woman before. I used to want to, but none of the women I met would let me. After a while, I seemed to have given up on the thought altogether. I looked at her, trembling, and placed my hand on her breast. I remember the first and last time I touched my girlfriend's breasts through her clothes during sex. The consequences were terrible. I realized then that I shouldn't touch the women I'd have sex with. She pulled my left hand to her waist, kissed me, and rubbed it against my thigh. Even this action gave me a jolt, and I unconsciously frowned, completely baffled. She moved her body upwards, letting her nipples glide across my face. I cupped them in my hands and took them into my mouth. Lacking any skill, I first tried sucking, then imitated her, circling them with my tongue, teasing them up, down, left, and right. Surprisingly, it wasn't her reaction, but her voice that excited me more and more. I bent my knees, pressing my thighs closer to her private parts, feeling the wetness. I smiled. So this is what it feels like. So this is what it feels like to want a woman. I laid her flat, my mouth still on her breasts, like a greedy child wanting both sides. My hand moved downwards, playing with her pubic hair, enjoying the ticklish sensation of the fur on my palm, as if it were touching myself—it felt so good. I moistened her nipples with my fingertips.com">Pineapple Pineapple Honey Online Video Watch Play 8-code Video, touching up and down, found it! Excitedly pressing her down. Ani suddenly turned my head to her, "Be gentle, don't be so rough." She smiled and said to me. Damn it, is that smile mocking me? I can do it too!! I kissed her, trying to reduce the pressure of my hand, sliding it quickly left and right on that spot. She covered my hand with her hand, controlling my speed and angle, "Don't stop." Ani said, biting my ear. How could I stop? I bit her ear back and said. Until she hugged me tightly, trembling weakly in my arms. Not wanting her to have a chance to rest, I inserted my index and middle fingers along this wetness, and then entered Then I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The warm, wet feeling of being enveloped, the pleasure radiating from my fingertips, made me press my lips tightly against hers, afraid that this pleasure would make it impossible for me to continue. Finding the perfect rhythm, I continued to suckle at her breasts. Ani's skin was so white and tender; just resting my face on it felt wonderful. I began to feel my hands being enveloped tighter and tighter, making it a little difficult to move, but this only stimulated me, making me speed up. I closed my eyes, enjoying all the sounds in the room—her panting, her heartbeat. As she climaxed, it felt as if I had lost all my strength, my body going limp and powerless as I lay on top of her. Ani wrapped her arms around my waist, gently kissing me, her voice hypnotic in my ear. She seemed to say, "Sleep well." I closed my eyes, adjusted my position, and fell into a deep sleep on her shoulder. This was the first time I had given a woman an orgasm, the first time I had slept naked with a woman, the first time I discovered that sex was actually very pleasurable, the first time I felt an electric current coursing through my body, and also the first time I had sex without love, and I fell in love with this simplicity. Ani remained a stranger; we never asked each other about our lives in detail, nor did we deliberately contact each other, but whenever we were single, she would appear at our friends' gatherings. We were the same—not talkative, drinking heavily, making love. I loved every person I dated, but sexually, they couldn't give me any of that electric current. This really bothered me. Several years passed like this. I didn't have sex with Ani frequently, but every time, just kissing her was enough for my body to crave her. She was still the only stranger to me; Ani was a nickname I gave her, and she was used to me calling her that. I still didn't know which friend had brought her here. I had considered trying a one-night stand, but I backed down because I didn't have an angelic face or a devilish figure. I didn't want to think too much about love based on sex or good sex based on love. I discussed it with Ani; I didn't feel love for her, and she simply enjoyed having sex with me. Even without love, we could still have wonderful sex! Ani had disappeared for two years; I had no idea if she was alive or dead. And my next relationship seemed far away.

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