You're welcome. Be wary of reading this with your romantic partner. Don't do anything rash! Enjoy.
SPLASH!
I have no idea who won. I'm sure Monika didn't either, much less care. My clear, colorful, vivid world was immediately distorted by a rush of foamy H2O blasting me in the face. Everything's in slow motion, sounds muffled, my limbs sluggish... and darkness is all I see. What is it that makes swimming so fun? What drives people to retreat from the bright, colorful, warm, breathable environment in favor of a place with such restrictions? Perhaps it's the satisfaction of finally resurfacing, back to the world you know and love and, now... probably appreciate just a little bit more.
"AHHHH!" I cry out as my head emerges. Immediately, a rush of air re-fills my desperate lungs, sending a jolt through me that restarts my body anew. I look all around me; I can see the heads, torsos, and laughing faces of all the beach-goers. But... where is Monika?! C-can she even swim? Did she think these things through before jumping in?!
Luckily, I hear a slosh next to me a few seconds later to put my fear to rest. A head emerges, and I'm greeted by those green eyes and a now drenched mane.
"Whew! What a rush! Ahahaha!" Monika giggles, almost out of breath from the thrill of colliding with the sea so intensely. She seemed to enjoy it a lot more than I did, heh.
I closed distance on her to make sure she was alright... but little did I know, I had only put myself in the line of fire.
"Hey Monik-AH!"
My vision was temporarily stunted as a shotgun blast of water droplets pelt me in the face. As my eyesight returns, I see Monika standing in front of me, a mischievous little grin on her face.
"Ha! Gotcha~" Monika teases.
"Did you just... HEY!"
My question was answered, as I got to actually bear witness this time to Monika raising her hand, and forcefully bringing it down on the water with a thunderous SLAP! sending several more fluid particles in my eyes.
Well... I have two options now. I can either sit back and allow this treachery to continue... or I can fight back. One of those answers is a lot more fun than the other.
"Okay, Monika! You asked for it!"
I raise my hand in retaliation, curving it slightly as to angle the blast. I deliver an overhand swing. My hand immediately numbs upon impact; damn, water is harder than I thought! Nonetheless, I still get the desired outcome.
"AHHH!" Monika squeals playfully as water hits her in the face. But she's unfazed; immediately her hand collides with the water with a payback shot, sending a wide spread pattern of H2O in my eyes. I'm blinded; as I shut my eyes, my hand wildly swings with a comeback attack.
This nonsensical process continues for a good few minutes, as we exchange back-and-forth onslaughts of watery assault. It's every bit as cheesy as one could imagine. It's childish, silly, and super cliche... but I don't care. Monika's happy. She's having the time of her life. I wouldn't deny her this and go on living a happy man.
Our carefree little antics continue on until both of us are tuckered out. The lactic acid fills up in our arms, our muscles burning from exerting so much effort. Pretty soon, just keeping our heads above water becomes a chore. On that note, we decide to finally get out and return to shore.
As she emerges from the water, my eyes can't help but drink in the sight of her, dripping wet, soaked head to toe. Her sopping mane sticks to her, water droplets racing down inch after flawless inch of skin, dripping from her curves. Her bikini, soaked to the fibers, stuck against that amazing body like a wet paper towel, all disoriented and riding up on her after our fun-filled, wet horseplay. I feel like I have to put my hands over my sternum and apply pressure, lest my heart break free of its rigid confinement. God almighty in heaven... why did she have to wear white?
"Are you having fun, my love?"
...Did she just say something? I could have sworn I heard her. Sh-should I ask? What if I was mistaken? I'd look like a crazy person...
"...Sweetie?"
Okay, she definitely is talking to me.
"What did you say, Monika?"
Monika giggles. "Ahaha. I was just asking if you're having a good time. When I look at you, you seem to have an uncomfortable expression on your face."
"W-well I-"
"I can tell you're super conscious about me being out here in a bikini! Ahahaha!"
...Well she's right. Nothing getting past her, as usual. Hey, anyone else in my shoes would be the same way. Monika is my secret treasure, that I have to hide from the world. But here she is, in the most natural and carefree state she could possibly be. Monika carries herself like a girl with no burdens on her back. That's the way it should be. I'm willing to shoulder that burden; for Monika to be happy and free, I'm willing to take on all the stress and responsibility of having her here. But holy shit... days like this really challenge me!
"...Well, it's just a lingering thought is all." I sheepishly reply.
"Aw sweetie..."
Monika closes distance and places a consoling hand on my cheek. "I know you're freaking out... but you have to let go a little. That's what the beach is about: people shedding their shells of daily, mundane normalcy... to come to a place where they can be free. Free in their bodies, free in their personality... free in their identity."
Monika looks down and fiddles with her fingers. "I-I know this is cheesy but... I relate a lot to the beach... ahahaha..."
She really puts things in perspective for me.
"Monika..." I call out, taking her hand. "I'm glad you're able to enjoy your freedom here. You're right. I should just lay off, and quit being such a hard-OOF!"
As my jaw was flapping, it was suddenly stopped in its track by blunt force trauma. I never saw the sneak attack coming. I didn't see ANYTHING... only felt. A sharp, stinging pain on my skin. The sting indicated that it must not have been something hard... maybe something lacking in density. Hurt more, damage less.
"Ahh! Are you okay, my love?"
My eyes dart down to the sand and locate the culprit: a round, white, rubber volleyball. This must have come out of nowhere and sidewinded me... h-hey wait a minute! Balls don't just come out of nowhere! Some asshole hit me with this!
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
A strange voice says that. I look at Monika: it wasn't her, obviously. The two of us follow the voice and spot a couple of beach-goers approaching rapidly. One is a man, the other female. I don't recognize their faces, as they're obscured by hats and sunglasses.
Oh snap... oh boy... strangers are coming. Coming towards Monika. What do I do? What if they recognize her?! What if they-
"It's quite alright! Ahaha!"
...What the HELL is she doing?! She's talking to them!
"M-Moni...!"
I cup my mouth to avoid blurting her name. I'm powerless to intervene as Monika merrily approaches the couple, bouncing the volleyball in her hands. Oh jeez, this could go south very quickly. Do these guys play Doki Doki? If so, this day is about to be turned upside down.
"Is he okay?" the woman asks. The two of them look over at me, and I avert my embarrassed eyes.
"Oh he's fine. He's taken much worse injuries in our daily workouts. Ahaha~" Monika giggles as she tosses the volleyball back to the man.
"Th-thank you, miss. What's your name?"
I'm not very comfortable with that man's tone. I don't much care for that stupid grin on his face. I can see his eyes trying to be all clever, checking Monika up and down. Is that his girlfriend beside him? Well maybe he'd like it if I stare down her bikini top!
...Forgive me, god. I would never look at another girl when I already have perfection in the name of Monika.
"You can call me... Miss Green. Ahaha~"
"Ohhh Green. Like your pretty eyes~"
"Awww thank you! You are just too sweet~"
I'm close to bursting from my proverbial cage. Dammit, if this guy exchanges ONE MORE PLEASANTRY...
"So anyways, thanks for giving our ball back. And again, sorry for decking your boyfriend there."
Hmph... well at least he recognizes that I'm her boyfriend. That's right. She's taken, bitch!
"That's quite alright." Monika bows politely.
And then... just when I think it's over...
"Say, do you need two people to play with?" she adds.
MONIKA! NO!
"That'd be fun." the man replies. "Cool with you, sweetie?"
"Totally! Let's rock!" his bikini-clad girlfriend seconds.
Monika does this little jump of glee, but her feet don't actually leave the sand. "Wooo! Let's go, sweetie!"
Next thing I know, I'm being dragged by the hand to play volleyball with two total strangers. In the span of a couple minutes, I went from trying to relax about Monika being here... to now freaking out about ten different things. Who are these people? Will they recognize Monika? Is that man checking her out? Can I even be COMPETENT in a game of volleyball?!
As we get on our respective side of the net, I begin to address these things one at a time.
"M-Monika, I don't think I can play..."
But that's the only chance I get.
"Relax, my love. I'll help you~" Monika turns and winks at me.
As soon as she said that, I knew she was going to be carrying me in this game. As with most athletic endeavors in my life.
"Here it comes!" the man politely announced. Throwing the ball in the air, he slapped it with tremendous might and sent it over the net.
"This one is me~!" Monika calls out. Without missing a beat, she leaps into the air and intercepts the ball mid-flight, sending it back over the other side. I'm standing right beside her, admiring her body... god, how they jiggle...
As the blood rushes to my loins, it flees from my brain, which needs it the most. I was completely unaware the girl had knocked the ball back over the net and sent it right towards me.
"That's you, dear!"
Her words snap me out of it. With an awkward squeak, I clumsily flail my hands and knock the ball upwards. It would have certainly been laughable... had Monika not been there to follow up.
BOOM! her hand thuds against the ball as she spikes it, sending it downwards like a falling bomb as it collides in the sand. Damn, she's amazing. Is there nothing Monika isn't good at?
"Point for us! Woo!"
Monika looks at me with a grin. "You did good setting up the ball for a spike, my love. See? This isn't bad at all~"
Her attempts to salvage my self-esteem are flattering, but I'm smart enough to know that she's just doing it out of sympathy. But of course, there's not a vain bone in her body, so Monika would never admit she's the only crumb of hope for us looking good.
"Not bad, sweetheart." the man grins. I twitch upon hearing that last word.
The ball comes back over, and Monika sends it to the other side. The woman returns it towards me. I knock it into the air, albeit at a lopsided angle, and Monika has to sprint to return it. Way to look out for me, babe...
The man leaps up and delivers a POWERHOUSE of a spike, sending the ball back over to our side without even a split second of reaction time available. Nonetheless, Monika dives for it in vain.
"GAAAAAH!" Monika squeals as she takes a flop, faceplanting into the sand with her fist only a few precious centimeters away from its intended target. Though I didn't enjoy that by any means, Monika showing flaws helped me feel a little better. Made her seem more human. Made me feel like less of a scrub.
"Whew... he got me good. Ahaha." Monika giggles as she crawls to her feet, brushing herself off a little. But it didn't help at all: the sand immediately clung to her still-wet body, covering her head to toe in a damp, brown, grainy coat, Her hair, chest, legs, torso... maybe even nether-regions... not an area of Monika's body had been spared. Her damp skin had attracted sand particles like glue... and that lucky sand couldn't have picked a more suitable host to stick to.
I think the guy must have been distracted by Monika's current appearance, because I served the ball over the net and he didn't even see it until it was right in front of his face. He sloppily knocked it into the air and his girlfriend had to save it.
We went back and forth for a while, and the two of them put up a hell of a fight. We scored two, they'd score three. They'd score another, we came back with a couple. I was actually starting to find my rhythm.
"Okay, it's a tie game. Last serve determines the winner!"
The man served it over the net and Monika returns it. His girlfriend knocks it back over, and I send it upwards, allowing Monika to spike it. But the man saved it with an underhanded double-fist, which lobs it back over.
...Whoa. It's coming at me. I can see it!
I don't know what gave me such confidence, but I leaped into the air and brought my hand down with an overhead swing, spiking the ball over the net. Ah... they... missed it?! I... just won us the game!
"WOOOO! You did great, my love~!"
The next thing I see is Monika running at me, sand particles flying, hair swaying, breasts jiggling... and she tackles me to the ground. Before I can utter a word, I feel her lips smash against mine, my reward the most magical and intense victory kiss for delivering the game-winning spike.
"Mmm~" she moans, draping her leg over my other side, mounting me fully. I can't even begin to control myself, not with a sopping wet, bikini-clad Monika pressing against me. My hand slides up her thigh, squeezing it as my other arm drapes around her, pulling her tight against me. Our lips start to move in an elegant dance, as her legs rub against me and my hand caresses her thigh up and down. We're both lost in the moment, forgetting that we're even in public. My trunks are tight, and not from the water soaking them. Her breasts feel heavy against me, thanks to her sopping bikini top weighing them down. God, the way she's grinding up and down, wet fabric dragging against me... I'm gonna go insane.
"Mmm... mmm... M-MONIKA!"
I pull away from her, returning to the realm of sanity for just a split second enough to be responsible.
"Monika, w-we can't be intimate in public like this!" I continue, distancing myself from her as quick as possible. Monika only giggles and gets back to her feet, straightening her hair.
"Ahaha. I'm sorry. Just that last spike... it was awesome. I get a kick out of those heroic little moments, ya know? Like... in a movie. Game-winning touchdown, crossing the finish line at the last second... I just love those climactic moments of victory. It means so much more when it actually happens in real life."
I scratch my head, looking down. "Aw, it was nothing special."
But Monika just picks my head up and smiles at me. "You're wrong. I loved it. I absolutely... loved it~"
My face warms at the affection dripping from her words. It's so... seductive. I don't even know if she's trying to turn me on, but it sure works.
Finally, Monika turns around and stretches. "Ahhhhh! Well, I think I'd like to go back to our hotel now. I wanna wash off and get some comfy clothes on. Ahaha."
I let out a sigh of relief: that's a good idea. Things were about to escalate a little too far here. I agree with Monika; it's time to get some comfy clothes on, lay in bed, and watch tv. Between the road trip, splash fight, intense volleyball match... I was more tired than I thought.
We got in the car, despite our sopping wet swimwear, and pulled out of the beach to head back towards our hotel. It was silent for the most part, which was okay for me. I was really trying to focus my mind on things NOT correlating to Monika, so my trouser tent could finally die down. But damn, it was hard... my eyes kept darting towards her cleavage, and her crossed legs. One day I'm going to wreck, for sure. And it will be all Monika's fault... just for the crime of being Monika.
"...I'm sorry for jumping you like that at the beach."
Her apology came out of the blue. I didn't really feel the need for it, but I guess maybe she thought she embarrassed me in front of everyone. Heh... like hell. If anything, she made me feel a buttload of pride.
"It's fine, Monika. Don't worry about it."
Monika leans over a little, propping her elbow on the arm of the seat. Gaaah... her damned boobs are nearly hanging out...
"I'm not sure if you know why I did that, ahaha."
I turn away to try to focus on the road, lest I get us killed. "Ummm... did it have to do with me spiking the ball and winning us the game?"
Monika playfully rolled her eyes. "Well, to put it simply! But to be more specific... I was just finishing the story."
My eyebrow raises. "Finishing... the story?"
"Yes! Remember, the climax? That moment of great victory, triumph for the hero? Scoring the game-winning goal? You know, that's not where the movie ends. There's always one little part afterwards."
I grin at her fascinating comparison. "And what would that be?"
She playfully swats me. "You know! The moment where the heroine rewards the victor with a celebratory smooch~"
"Oh, really?"
"Of course! The story can't end with just a victory. The hero deserves to be appreciated for his hard-fought win. What's so great about winning, when there's no one to win FOR? A special someone, who cheers you on... and welcomes you with a kiss when it's all over~"
I laugh a little. "So you want to be the girl that cheers me on... and gives me the big kiss when I win? Sorry, but that doesn't work. YOU were the one that carried me the whole game. I was useless up until the last second without your help."
Monika playfully swats my shoulder. "Ah! Now that's not entirely true. Just a little subverison, is all. All good stories have them~"
I give a good-natured roll of my eyes. "Okay, Monika. Okay. If it really pleases you, I'll carry the guise of the big, triumphant, game-winning hero."
I still have my eyes on the road, but I can see Monika in my peripheral leaning in close... extremely close. I can feel her breath on my neck. I don't dare avert my gaze from the road in front of me, lest I look over and see something that would drive me mad, right here in the driver's seat.
"Of course it pleases me~" she whispers affectionately, finishing her sentence with a kiss on my cheek.
My skin is at 100 in the blink of an eye. Monika is the puppet master... and my emotions are on her strings.
We make it back to the hotel, and I fight to slip a t-shirt on my wet torso. As for Monika, I wrap her in a beach towel for our walk back to our room. Thankfully, none of the staff seemed to make a fuss about it.
We enter my room and close the door behind us. I want to dive onto the bed... but I don't wanna get it all wet and sandy. Then again, I gotta be a gentleman and let Monika shower first. Looks like I'm gonna be standing a while, ugh...
As she sheds her towel, I politely offer. "Why don't you go ahead and get a shower? You took a pretty gnarly dive in the sand, haha."
Monika laughs. "Ahaha! I can feel it in my ears, ooogh..."
I chuckle as I reach over and scrape some sand off her eyebrow. "Go on ahead, sweetie."
She smiles as she turns around and starts for the bathroom. She makes it a couple steps, but suddenly... she stops in her tracks.
"...On second thought, why don't you go first?"
"Uh... why?"
She grins at me. "The game-winning hero deserves a shower after his big triumph~"
"Aw, are you still on about this?"
"Come on... won't you indulge me~?"
I throw my arms up in defeat. "Okay. I don't see any plausible reasoning behind it, but fine! If it makes you happy, I'll go first."
I walk towards the bathroom, baffled by Monika's logic. I turn around one time to make sure she's absolutely okay with it, and she's just smiling. Sheesh, she's acting so weird all of a sudden! I guess this is just one of those illustrious "Monika" moments in my life. It's impossible to comprehend where her vastly superior mind is at, so I might as well just clam up and go with it.
"I'll try to be quick. Be out in a little while, sweetie." I call out. She gives me a little wink before I shut the door.
I twist the knob, unleashing hot water from the shower head as I shed the sticky, clingy shirt that I had put on just a while ago. My trunks are the next to go; at last, I'm free of that damned restrictive clothing. Gah, clothes get so damn heavy when you're wet. It's like I have to drag them around.
I crawl into the shower, wincing slightly at the heat on my skin. But gradually... it begins to feel like heaven as the sand and grime wash off of me. I can see it, falling out of my hair, circling down the drain. A thick, fluffy cloud of shampoo reinforces the cleaning process, doing away with dirt and grime permanently. When that's done, I lather up my body and allow any pesky leftover sand to kindly get the fuck out.
When I'm nice and clean, I don't turn off the water. I just stand in there for a while, the heat too good on my skin to stop feeling it. As soon as I turn off the water, a nasty draft will leave me cold and dripping... if I could just feel this warmth for a few more minutes, I'd die a happy man.
My euphoric stupor is suddenly interrupted... by the click of a doorknob turning.
"...Huh?"
I can tell the bathroom door just opened, thanks to the sudden rush of air. There's a few pitter-patters of footsteps on the tile floor until I can see a silhouette on the lime green shower curtain... a moderately voluptuous figure with long hair.
"...Monika?"
I see her fingers peek through, clutching the curtain... and in a flash, it's yanked back.
"MONIKA!"
Here I am, with my dick out, and Monika is staring at me. But that's not the biggest surprise... no sir, the jack is still in the box.
Monika is standing before me, completely naked, still dripping with beach water and sand clinging to her, and a seductive smile on her face. Her bikini is nowhere to be found.
"...Mind if I join in?"
Welp... I guess I reap what I sow. I did leave the door unlocked.
She crawls into the shower and pulls the curtain back over, concealing us. This shower suddenly feels two sizes too small, as I'm in lethally close proximity to the butt-naked love of my life and she's eyeballing me like a...a... whatever fancy shit vegetarians eat.
Her eyes dart down; I can see a grin on her lips as she watches my once-flaccid member stand up straight like air was being pumped into it. My head is spinning; my mouth is wide open, as it's the only way I can get sufficient air, between the intense heat and Monika in front of me.
Without a word, she grabs the shampoo bottle and starts soaping up her long, sand-filled mane. My eyes are hypnotized, moving in sync with her bare, swaying breasts as they flail from her intense arm movements. My eyes follow two droplets of water, drizzling down her shoulders, straight down the middle of those orbs... until they rest on the nubs of her rose red nipples... before slowly dripping off.
"Did you have fun at the beach today? Thank you so much for taking me~" Monika opens up. The nerve of her! Trying to strike up a casual conversation!
Obviously, I can't answer. My lips are parted, but no words come out. I'm still just trying to get air!
She takes a single step forward, and all of a sudden... our bodies are only an inch apart.
"I just want you to know how much I appreciate you deliberately going out of your comfort zone to make me happy. I know you've never gone to the beach before, but you took me to one with no objection. You really are... the sweetest..."
"N-no problem." I choke out.
Monika winks at me and reaches over to grab the soap. She pops the cap off and then... oh no... she's not...
"This part's for you~" she giggles as she extends her hand, offering me the soap bottle. Ohh lord, this is it! This is the day my heart bursts from stimulation!
I take the bottle, somehow managing to keep my fingers firmly around it. Monika presents herself to me, puffing out her chest ever-slightly. Gah, I'm gonna pass out any minute now...
"Don't be shy, now~" she coos, giving a sultry little giggle. Just to make sure I don't get cold feet, she drapes an arm over each shoulder, holding me here. Welp, I'm stuck now, haha. The time for modesty and reluctance is officially out the window.
I get a nice glob of soap on my hands, and, thank god, I'm blessed with the opportunity to start smearing it all over Monika's willing bosom. My soapy mitts slip and slide on those soft orbs with such ease, covering every square inch of her real estate with white suds. In a circular motion I lather them, my palms tingling the longer they graze against her areolas. They squish so perfectly against my fingers, the soft flesh molding to my grasp.
As I continue my work, I look up to see Monika's reaction; she's just smiling at me. A warm, gentle, encouraging smile that tells me to keep going and don't stop. I love it when she looks at me like that... it makes my feel more comfortable about what I'm doing to her, despite my amateur experience.
"Mmmm... I like the way you touch me~" she sighs blissfully. I'm pleased to hear that compliment, as my hands finally divert their attention from her breasts and go down her torso. Monika's skin intoxicates me with its smoothness... from her perfect abdomen to those luscious legs, my hands beg to be free of my consciousness so they can attack Monika as they please. I'm almost zoned out in my work, from sheer amazement of this whole situation. Before I know it, I've covered her nude body from chest to knees in a thick veil of white foam, which slowly dissipates under the shower head.
I can suddenly feel Monika's hands on my chest, slowly sliding down my pecs. My breaths become more hurried when I completely feel her body close distance on mine. Her lips approach mine... until they become one.
The shower is officially over. No longer is bathing our prime directive. Monika pushes me against the tiled wall, and her tongue invades my oral boundary. Our wet, naked bodies smoosh together, our hands slipping and sliding across bare, slippery flesh. She moans from the throat as her lips move constantly on mine, an echo of smooching sounds in the tight quarters. Her hands are all over my pecs, squeezing and kneading them while her tongue physically assaults my own. My hands also know no bounds, traveling down her sides, towards those thighs, and then taking a back road to grab a slick handful of those soft, slippery buns. My fingers can't even stay on them, sliding off as soon as I get a handful of them.
"Mmph..mpph! Mmmph~" Monika's moans come out constantly, a wet smooch from our lips following each moan. My tongue tries hard to keep up with hers, but it only flails about sloppily. I'm silently thankful our lips are together, to conceal the clear mismatch of our tongue battle.
Monika lifts her leg up and wraps it around my hip. My hand dips under, traveling up that thick, delicious thigh until it reaches her slick backside and gives it a big squeeze. She breaks the kiss to throw her head back and moan, exposing her neck, which I seize with a flurry of kisses. As my lips trail down one side, I slide my free hand up her abdomen and seize a breast, which I swirl around in my fingers. That supple, heavenly orb is like an eel, impossible to properly grasp in my hand.
"Mmmph..mmph... ohhh Monika, you're so perfect..." I whisper, as my lips travel from her neck down her chest. I'm embarrassed immediately for being unable to keep my mouth shut, but the swirling torrent of hormones makes it irrelevant. Her fingertips press against my skin, begging for some semblance of friction to stifle her arousal... but underneath the water, our skin only slides against each other freely.
Monika shoves me back against the wall, pressing against me once more. She starts to grind her slippery chest against me, those breasts gliding around like wet balloons on my pecs, as she leans in and licks my neck... all the way up my jawline. My erection is pressing tight against her, our close proximity making it push upwards until it lay flat on our combined stomachs. Every body movement, every grind... she's rubbing against it and causing me uncontrollable pleasure.
As her tongue trails up my cheek, she stops as her lips reach my ear. At that moment, I hear, in a seductive whisper, five words that any other man on the earth would trade a winning lottery ticket to hear:
"Let's get out of here."
I have no words: only compliance. She turns around to turn off the water, my eyes shamelessly darting down to capture her dripping wet ass as it starts towards the exit. The shower curtain opens and we step out... but there's no need for towels. We're gonna dry off in the best way possible.
She takes my hand, and leads me into the bedroom... and I try to grasp that this is really happening. Finally...
Heh... it's funny. This whole time, I've been freaking out about sex with Monika being this perfect, opportune, auspicious, MAGICAL moment. But in reality, all I really needed to do was shut the fuck up and quit shying away from what was right in front of my face. What an idiot I am.
I tackle Monika onto the bed, and our lips commence an almost violent attack on each other. Her legs wrap around me, our arms constrict each other just enough that we're stuck together, but our hands are allowed freedom to explore each other's bodies. The bedroom echoes with the smacking of lips, as well as our low, guttural, animalistic moans. I remain on top for only a few precious seconds before Monika turns the tables and rolls us over. She attacks me with a burst fire of quick pecks before clogging my mouth with her tongue and committing to the fourth kiss with incredible gusto. I have to turn the tables on her once again, just so I can breath properly for a second. As I achieve top position, I get my breath for a few seconds, then dive in and assault Monika's lips once again.
No part of the bed is kept safe. The sheets are soaked with water as we roll around in a naked ball of passion, the ceiling fan breeze as well as our body heat drying our wetness far better than a towel ever could. A few good minutes of wrestling and friction is finally restored, allowing our skin to savor every subtle sensation of rubbing together. Before long, we're completely dry and rolling around on a giant dark stain of our own volition.
Our lips close in to connect, but they miss completely. Monika follows through on it, instead kissing me up my neck, all the way up my cheek. She reaches my ear... and she presses her lips against my earlobe just tight enough to give it a little tug.
My hands trace the curvature of her ass for a few more seconds before I grab her torso and reverse our positions, pinning her against the bed and achieving top position. She stares lustfully into my eyes, following my face as I lean down and press my lips against her left nipple.
"Ah...!" she cries out softly as I proceed much like she had done a few seconds ago, sucking inwards to create a tight lock on that nipple and pulling back, carrying it with me in my lips a few centimeters before letting go and letting it snap back into place. I lean in again, this time with a few tender kisses on that sensitive little nub. I place my hand on her other breast, to softly squeeze, before allowing my hand to flatten out and let my palm travel across it.
"Hnn...haaah..." she moans out softly, her voice breath-like as I slowly work my way up her chest, back up to her lips. When our faces are level once more... we stare at each other lovingly for a few seconds. Suddenly, it's as if the wild animals had been tranquilized, a calming sensation passing over us as we take a moment to just regain our breaths and... just admire each other. Admire, and enjoy the reality of this moment. This is really us... this is really happening.
"I'm happy that my first time can be with you." she softly states, her lips curling to a warm smile.
I feel the exact same way. I could have 100 women, 100 hours of the day... but it would pale in comparison to the meaning of this powerful moment. This is mine and Monika's special, intimate moment: a moment that no other person in the galaxy will ever share. We're giving something to each other that only we can ever have. It's going to happen. Monika will be my first time... and me, hers.
"Monika... c-can I...?" I ask, not wanting to make a move without consent.
"Lay back on the bed... please~"
I feel my stomach sink: that kind of quicksand feeling you get when something you've never done before is about to happen. To call myself nervous would be an understatement: my nerves aren't just shot... they're epileptic.
I lay back against the pillow, sitting upright a little instead of laying completely flat, so my backside is partially supporting me instead of my back completely. I shudder as I see Monika approaching on all fours, her breasts swaying back and forth, hair hanging, her eyes eyeballing me hungrily. The confidence she exudes... it's astounding. Not even an ounce of timidity, even in the midst of her first time. Meanwhile, I'm about to fall to pieces.
I bring my knees up and spread my legs a little. My erection is standing tall, nothing standing between it... and the girl I love like no other. I'm a little flustered at the way it's practically pointing at her. Gaaaah... so embarassing.
As soon as Monika is within arm's reach of me, my mouth opens and I start breathing uncontrollably. I can't help it; the anxiety of what's about to happen feels like a heart attack.
I look up at Monika; her eyes are completely fixated on me. She won't look away for a second. Maybe... she's nervous too? Maybe she's just as nervous as I am, and staring into my eyes is the only solace to quell her raging nerves.
"Okay... I'm doing it now..." Monika announces.
Oh god... am I ready for this. No... not by a longshot. But I don't care. It's been long enough. I'm worthy of Monika, at last.
She lowers herself onto me. I witness my cockhead press against her opening and it's stopped in its tracks, like hitting a wall dead-on. She's incredibly tight, never once in contact with a phallic object of any kind.
I squint my eyes and take a deep breath, slowly inhaling to prepare for what comes next. Monika grabs my thighs for a second for leverage... and pushes. My eyes widen as my manhood pries her walls apart, opening them just wide enough to accommodate the object entering it. My vision goes hazy, my head spins as inch after inch of my shaft disappears into her warm, wet scabbard.
"Hnn... HAAAAH!" Monika squeals as her pelvis touches against mine. No doubt, the anchor of her virginity had just been cast away, never to return.
My head draws back so hard it hits the headboard. My mouth is unable to close; even if I drooled, I had no control over it. I'm... inside her... my wildest fantasy... comes true...
I grab ahold of her hips to help her move back up. My eyes are mesmerized, unable to look away from her womanhood as it slowly rises, expelling my penis just as fast as it had gone in. Finally, it's back out, and I witness Monika's womanhood clenching, still recovering from the unfamiliar object inside it. She hovers just above my bulbous tip, trying to regain her breath before re-entry.
At last, it happens again. She lowers herself, delivering the same gut-punch sensation in my nervous system as the first time. My manhood slides in a lot easier this time, and Monika is able to rest against my lap when it's all the way in. There's still no intelligible words between us, as our mouths are open and breath-like moans exchanged.
She starts to go at a slow rhythm, holding onto me tight for leverage. I hold onto her hips to guide her up and down, but I allow her to dictate the pace. We're still on training wheels right now, still just a feeling out process. Nonetheless, it's the BEST feeling of my life.
"Uhhhnn...ahhh Monikaaaa..." I groan out. My voice isn't even loud enough to make proper noise; it's just a weak, erratic breath expelled from my lungs.
"Huhh...haaahh... ahhh..." Monika's voice is the same as mine, only just managing to breath out her sounds of approval.
A few minutes go by at this snail pace, which I'm thankful for since my stamina is shit. There's the lingering fear that things will be over before they started, and I fail to please her. Maybe if I distract myself with this thought, I can go longer? Who knows...
As time passes, Monika finally starts to pick up the pace a little. We're not even at two pumps per second still, but the increase in tempo is still apparent. I just try to focus on what's going on between our legs: her pussy going down and swallowing every inch of me, before rising up to the tip of my cock... but not enough to exit. She then goes back down, rinse and repeat. It's like a hypnotizing show that we're producing.
"Uhn...uhn... uhn...uhhhhhn~" she moans out, whisper-like, but with the SLIGHTEST hint of vocals in her voice.
Meanwhile, my head is collapsed against the pillow, my torso nearly paralyzed, the only thing moving my heaving chest.
Again, the pace picks up. We're at two pumps per second. I can start to really feel a rhythm in our movements. Up and down she bounces, enough to make her breasts start moving on their own.
I moan out with real volume now, as the electrifying sensations start to course through me, from my loins all the way to my brain. Monika's moans are starting to pick up, each one more drawn out and loud than the next.
"Ahhhh...ahhhh... ahhhhhh~!"
The pace picks up quicker than before. I wasn't ready for it. Now, she's going so hard on me that our skin is slapping. I struggle to hold onto her hips, as my muscles feel weak. Her hair is flailing in all directions, breasts jiggling up and down so much I can see the motion blur. I try to remain cool, but my nerves are screaming at me with a sensation so powerful I can only convey it vocally.
"Ah! Ah! Monikaaaaaaa!" I sing out her name, unable to restrain my raging nerves.
This is the pace that is finally established. For precious minutes, she bounces up and down on me with skin-slapping thrusts. We exchange moans between us, no longer the quite whispering breaths of before... these are the true expressions of our love and unrestrained pleasure.
"AHH! AHH! HAAAAHHH!"
"UNNH! UHHHN! AHHH!"
It's too much for me. The word "stamina" isn't even in my dictionary. Already I can feel the masses gathering, the pressure building, preparing for one big push through the exit. An orgasm to end all orgasms... and possibly leave me brain-dead. No, I can't... I have to hold back...
"Haaah! Haaah! Yessss! I love you! AHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~"
I can't tell otherwise from my current disoriented state, but the way Monika cried out told me she must be cumming. She's cumming right now, as I'm inside her... holy shit, that's hot... too hot...
It's impossible to avoid. A nuclear bomb is building inside me, threatening to unleash with even a milisecond of further stimulation. I start to panic; my heart races! I don't know what to do! I...
"Monika! Oh god, Monika! I can't... I... can't hold... I can't stop...!"
I try to command my pelvis to stop thrusting upwards, but to no avail. The perpetual engine is in motion, impossible to stifle. I'm panicking hard now. It's gonna happen, and I can't stop it. I have to warn her... but all I can say is her name.
"Monika! Monika! MONIKA!"
"It's okay..." she whispers. I look into her eyes... and once again she's giving me that look. A look that tells me everything in the world okay. A look that allows me to let go...
And that look triggered it. My muscles release, my long, hard battle to contain it finally over.
"MONIKAAAAAAAAAA!"
I cry out her name as my manhood slides deep inside her and expels the enormous buildup of my seed. My hot white fluids shoot deep and hard, blasting her insides with load after load. Still she continues to bounce on me, even as a fresh stream spills out and fills her.
My vision grows dark. My body, limp. My eyes are closed... and I can't open them. I'm stuck here, no longer in my partially upright position; just flat on my back, spread out, paralyzed, like an inanimate object. Monika is still on top of me, my manhood growing more flaccid by the second until it finally pops out of her.
I can't see, but I feel Monika collapse on top of me and go limp. Her arms drape over my shoulders, her face on my chest. Her legs are stretched out over mine. The both of us, completely spent, share the same fate of being unable to move even a pinky toe from our current position. We lay there, dormant... immobilized... practically lifeless.
"I love you... with all of my heart." she whispers to me. "My heart, body, soul... I love you with every ounce of my being."
"I love you too, Monika..." I whisper, my voice almost a slur. "I want to be with you always... until the day I die... I want to never leave your side. What we have... will be... always..."
She picks her head up just long enough to collapse against my lips with the kiss of a worn out, spent person. Our lips stay together for only a second or two before her head slides off my chin and lands on my chest, staying there.
Before I drift off to sleep, my mind is awake to revel in awe for a few more minutes. It's hard to grasp what just happened... but I have to accept that it's real. It's obvious that fairy tales, romance novels, too-perfect tv shows are all bullshit. The healthy human mind doesn't go on every day thinking that it's possible to live a life in hopes of achieving such fantasy aspirations. But what happens when you wake up one morning... and your dreams have come TRUE? Is there a price I have to pay? Will I have to serve a penance for this in the future? It's just too perfect. It's all... too perfect.
These thoughts exhaust me... I'm closing my eyes now. I sure hope I'm still here when they open.
Hope you enjoyed that, because I'm gonna have to take things to a more grim tone in the coming chapters. At least for a little while. Say... three chapters. Yep. A three-parter is coming up next, which tells a tragic story of hope, anger, guilt, depression, acceptance... you know, all those grief things. And THEN... maybe we'll be looking at a conclusion to this whole thing.
Until then, signing off. The next updates are coming soon!