Not Too Shy For The Right Guy
Author's Note
Nikky Fabulous #2, the sequel to Wrestling A Rainbow
Not Too Shy For The Right Guy
It’s nighttime as Rainbow Dash and I stand on the back cement porch of my house. We both hold drinks, studying Fluttershy. She sits on the edge of the cement, feet in the grass, staring down at the ground sadly. Pinkie sits to her left quietly, after multiple failed attempts to start a conversation.
Dash looks onward sadly, “I wonder what’s eating her…she hasn’t moved the entire party.” I eyed Fluttershy curiously. She was quiet, even for her. It wasn’t even so much that she wasn’t speaking, but she wasn’t even reacting. I tug on my black button-up shirt a bit, I was starting to sweat with worry. It was true that almost anything could get under that poor girl’s skin, but she’d just cry it out and move on. Dash looks at the ground and sighs, “I wanna talk to her but I’m not exactly the friend who drags stuff out of you.”
A boy walks past her, stumbles a bit, and spills most of his drink on her back. Instead of moving away, she tucks her knees into her chest harder, looks up, and apologizes. The boy looks at her confused, “No no, it was my fault I’m so-” Fluttershy interrupts him with suspiciously even more frantic apologizing, “No, I shouldn’t have been sitting here, I’m to blame it’s ok I’ll try harder next time.” She gives him an almost horrified smile. He slowly backs away from her and walks off.
Fluttershy hugs herself tightly, leaning over her knees. I raise an eyebrow and take a sip of my juice. I look at Dash, “She just recently got a boyfriend right?” Her new boyfriend rubbed us all the wrong way. Even though Fluttershy made excuses for him, we never once accused him of anything, so we always thought that was a tad weird.
My brain starts making connections, and it’s not terribly hard for me to see what’s going on. I casually stroll over, and sit in the grass in front of her. Pinkie looks me over, then goes back to staring at Fluttershy. She still sits there, petrified. “So...how are things with your new man? He’s not hurting you is he?” She looks up at me in terror and shakes her head, “No no, he wants what’s best for me, but I know I’m a handful.” I stare at her for a bit, with narrowed eyes. “Fluttershy, a tumbleweed causes more mayhem than you do. What’s going on?”
She shakes her head, “Nothing, he just has to do a lot for me is all.” I raise an eyebrow, “What does he have to do for you?” She shrugs weakly, “I need a ride a lot. I mean I really need to start walki-” “Fluttershy, how often do you ask for a ride?” She thinks for a moment, “About once a week to the animal shelter. He really doesn’t like it and I get it, and I feel bad for asking but it’s a long ways.”
“Um...let me ask you this: how often does he get mad and blame you for something?”
I can tell she’s just coming up with excuses. “I don’t know, he does a lot for me though. Like just last week he had to make me a big lunch because I needed to stay up on my vitamins.” I eye her suspiciously, “Um...so did you tell him he needed to or…” “Well no, he just knew. He was kinda mad he had to though.” “Wait...so he does stuff for you without really having a reason to, and then makes you feel guilty for it?”
She gets really shy and hugs herself a bit harder, “I wouldn’t word it like that. He just wants what’s best for me. I know I’m a real...burden.” With that, she hangs her head. I see what’s been going on. “Look...Fluttershy...I’m just gonna come right out and say it: your boyfriends an abusive douche.” “Oh no, he’s never hurt me, he just gets angry with how much I need.”
I groan, “Ok look Fluttershy, I’m gonna spell this out for you,” several other party goers stop and listen to me, “Not every abusive relationship is physical, or even clear. They can be subtle. But it sounds like this guy is addicted to being the victim. I mean he keeps doing stuff for you, claiming it’s to help you, then turns right around and makes you feel bad for it. Every time he does something nice does he always tell you how stressful it is?”
Her eyes dart around the ground uncomfortably, “Yeah usually, but it’s just because-”
“Last I checked, you don’t do someone a favor then make them feel like crap for it. Let me ask you this then, when was the last time he made you feel good about yourself?”
She swallows nervously, “Well...it’s not really his responsibility to make me feel good about mys-”
“Um, yes it is, he’s your damn boyfriend.” A few of the party goers cheer out happily at what I say.
“Look, here’s what’s going on. He feels like crap about himself and wants sympathy. So he does whatever he can to be the victim so you feel sorry for him. Be honest with yourself: when you think of him, do you feel good or guilty? Just when you think of him in general.”
She sighs and I can see tears well up in her eyes, “I...I guess...I feel kinda bad.” Hearing her gentle voice almost in tears shatters my heart.
“Ok so there’s three rules you need to remember: 1. Don’t live your life according to guilt. 2. You deserve to be happy. 3.No matter what he says, it only matters what you feel on the inside.” Her mouth trembles a bit.
“Fluttershy, you’re not a burden. Not to him, not to anybody. He just wants a pity party. You deserve better, and you know full well he just makes you feel like crap. Do what’s right for you. He doesn’t need your help, he needs to grow the hell up. You don’t need to stay with him.” She curls her lips inwards, pulls out her phone, and starts texting. After a few minutes, she hits send and goes quiet. We sit there, saying nothing. Her phone starts going off as she gets numerous texts. She starts reading them, and can no longer stop herself from crying. “Look, he’s hurt now, and it’s all my fault! Why did I even have to say anything?! All I do is cause problems and-”
“Fluttershy seriously. This is what he does. No matter what, he’ll always make himself out to be the victim. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She slowly looks up at me. I see a spark of hope in her eyes, so I go for it. “You told me you never feel happy when you think of him. He makes you feel like crap, he claims to want what’s best for you but hasn’t done anything to actually help you. It’s not your fault he chose to do something “difficult” for you. He’s just some pansy.”
I see a smile slowly creep onto her face, her head raises a bit. “He’s not a victim, he’s nothing more than an abuser. No abuser thinks they’re abusive, that’s why it goes on for so long. You haven’t done anything wrong, and if he can’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve a wonderful girl like you.” Her eyes grow wide as she stares back into mine. She stops hugging her knees, and lunges at me, tackling me backwards with a hug and kiss. As we lay on the ground, several whoops from the crowd erupt, as she kisses me over and over as fast as she can.
She pulls away for a second, looking me in the eyes with a stare of shock and horror. Her mouth trembles, “I...I’m sorry...I just-” she leaps off the ground and runs out the back gate in the fence. I jump to my feet and follow her, trying not to make her run any further. I stand at the fence and watch her sprint turn into a speed walk, as she buries her face in her hands. She shakes her head from side to side, probably cursing herself. I quietly walk up to her. She doesn't notice me as I try to give her just a few minutes to collect herself.
I swallow a bit, "Fluttershy..." She stops but doesn't look up, still quietly sobbing to herself. I take a few cautious steps towards her, still unsure if she even wants to talk. I massage my hands anxiously, "Fluttershy, there's nothing wrong with...well letting go of restraints every so often." She folds her arms across her chest, still facing away. "I'm just...I'm so tired of being a problem. Sometimes it feels like...no matter what I do, there's always something wrong with it. I try so hard but there's always one person who tells me I'm wrong."
I take a few more steps, stopped right behind her. She sees me out of her peripherals and turns her head away. I reach up and lay a calming hand on her shoulder, "I like the impulsive side of you." She lets out a surprised snicker, and turns around gradually. She rubs her right arm a bit, still unable to look me in the eyes. I rest my hands on her shoulders, "Just once in your life, just for tonight, why don't you just try doing whatever you feel like. What would you do?"
A smile creeps onto her face as I see her cheeks become scarlet. Her soft giggle melts me, "I...I couldn't do that!" I take her soft, warm hands in mine, "Scared you might like it?" She curls her lips inwards with a pleasant apprehension. I can't help but grin, "Would...it help if I closed my eyes?" She lowers her head, still keeping eye contact and nods. I close my eyes, waiting for a kiss. I cry out as she reaches forward and pushes me back, causing me to roll down the hill. It's only a good 10 feet I travel, but it's enough to get her laughing.
I lay on my back, shaking my head, "Ok I may have set myself up for that." She strolls over, kneels down, picks up my head, and puts it in her lap. She strokes my cheek with the back of her hand, "Are you ok?" she says, still laughing slightly. I nod "Ya but I could use some comforting." She smiles, looking in my eyes. The teal in them is captivating. Her pink hair and white tank top make them stand out so much more. She leans in, holds her hair off her face, and kisses me. We hold it for a few seconds; the warmth from her body almost rocks me to sleep. She reaches around my jaw and rests her hand on my cheek. Her other arm wraps around my head, holding me. We kiss again, even deeper than before.
She pulls back, and we share a moment. Her cheeks glow red, "I can't believe this. I'm just...I'm full of so much emotion. I'm happy, a little sad, I feel fierce, but I also want to cuddle. I just don't know what to do with myself..." I feel something in my chest reach out for her. I get to my feet and help her up. We hold hands as we walk back towards the house. She reaches over with her other hand, and hugs my arm, leaning her head against me as we walk. "Does tonight have to end?" she asks quietly. I shrug, "Nope. Anything in mind?" She stares ahead thinking, "I just wanna see where tonight goes without worrying about it." I kiss her forhead, "As you wish."
We pass back through the gate to my back fence, still holding hands. We're greeted with applause and cheers as if we were on the set of a studio. She blushes and giggles, lowering her head. "I'm sorry, I forgot-" I put my right thumb to her lips so she stops talking, “Stop apologizing.” I say in a gentle whisper. I gracefully put my lips on hers. She reaches up with her hands and holds onto my face, kissing back just as hard. She strokes my cheeks with her thumbs. I hear Rainbow Dash laugh and get out of her chair, “Ok everyone, show’s over! Lets go inside and give these two some alone time.” I hear several chuckles and cheers as everyone gets up and exits into the house.
As everyone walks inside, I can't shake the feeling she still wants to talk. She holds onto my hand, but has her free hand at her mouth, like she always does when she's thinking. I lean forward a bit to see her face better, "Something on your mind?" "Um...I was just curious...how did you...know what was going on? All my friends knew he was toxic but they couldn't explain how." I swallow and my face is on fire. "Well I uh...I used to...be that guy." I stare at the ground horrified. "Oh." is all she lets out. She sounds surprised, but doesn't sound angry. I grit my teeth, "Ya I know, you were expecting me to be some great psychologist or something."
She looks shocked, "Oh no no no, I'm not disappointed, I'm just surprised. You've always been so sweet to us." We stand there a bit, my face is still red from humiliation. She strokes my forearm a bit, "Was that back when..." I nod, "Ya about 250 pounds ago." She smiles at me, "Well, if it's any consolation, you look...really good." I smile weakly, "Thanks. It's just...back then, I hated myself. Everything was difficult, and no one was able to tell me what was wrong. Strange, it seems so simple now, after my Uncle pulled my head out of my rear."
It's her turn to stare at me, as I hang my head in shame. She drums her fingers on my stomach, smiling at me. "That was the past. All that matters is who you are now." I look at her, still a bit embarrassed.
I wrap my arms around her back. She stares at me; I see a hint of desire and gratitude. She rests her hands on my chest. I can see the moon reflecting in those gorgeous teal eyes of hers. We stand there for what seems like ages. She blushes and looks down, tapping her index fingers together nervously. Some of her hair falls over her right eye. I brush it back with my hand, slowly stroking her cheek. She raises her head just enough to look at me again; a small smile crosses her face.
Her breathing picks up, “Um...I’ve never really...done this before…” I raise an eyebrow, “What do you mean by this?” She shrugs and looks at the ground again “Make...out I guess. I don’t know...I just...don’t know what to do…” she glances over her shoulder at the house, several people are peeking out the windows. She ducks her head again. I look around and see a small tool shed just a few feet taller than I am. I scratch the side of my neck hesitantly, “Um...do you maybe wanna...go in there?”
She looks over at the shed, blushes, but still nods with a smile. All that pink hair shuffles around a bit as she twirls her hips and skirt nervously. She looks so gentle, that I hold her for a bit. We stand there hugging, illuminated by nothing but moonlight.
I slowly rub my hand on her back comfortingly. She rests her hands on my chest and closes her eyes. I hear a quiet sigh of happiness. She nuzzles my chest lightly with her cheek. Her hair has a subtle smell of bananas. With my other hand, I stroke the back of her head, playing with her hair a bit. She lets out a quiet giggle. She pulls back, gazing at me again. We enjoy one last quick kiss, before I take her hand and we walk over to the tool shed.
I open the door, and remember I actually never put tools in it. There were a few metal chairs, a bench, and that was literally it. It was rather cozy, accompanied by a single window at waist height, facing the house. The shed hasn’t been around long enough to develop a stuffy smell, and had that fresh from the store scent to it still.
She crosses her arms, looks down at the floor, and casually paws it with the toe of her right sneaker. I close the door, sensing her uneasiness. I rub her back a few times, “We...don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable.” I can only see her left eye, as she raises her head just enough for eye contact. A pleasant smile appears again, the same one that makes you just want to hold her forever. “It’s...it’s not that. I just...can we take things slow?” I chuckle, “Of course!”
We hold each other, as she goes back to resting her head on my pounding chest. I hear her breathing increase, but she still holds onto me like I was a giant teddy bear. We let each other go just enough, enjoying the moment in the others eye’s. I can’t explain why, but I’m nervous. This situation was nothing new, but I never expected anything between us to ever happen.
Fluttershy reaches down and holds onto my fingers with hers. I lean in, stopping just a few inches from her mouth. I can’t help but stare, she’s so unbelievably adorable. She lowers her eyes a bit, smiles, and glances at my mouth. I lean in and kiss her, holding it for a few seconds. We begin making out, and I rest my hands on her hips. She wraps her arms around my neck the best she can, seeing as how I have a bit of a height advantage.
As we kiss, she slowly drags her fingertips down my chest. I start kissing her a bit harder. I massage the back of her neck with my hand. I feel her twitch for a second. I pull my mouth away, “Are...are you absolutely sure this doesn’t make you-” I can see her wide eyes darting back and forth as she cuts me off, “It’s fine...” she says with a small but impatient smile. She reaches up and pulls my face back into hers. We both grin while kissing. She gradually lowers her hand back to my stomach, and reaches up my shirt, caressing my abs with her tiny smooth hand.
I lean back a bit, and see her blush and look down embarrassed. I take off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. She can’t resist eyeing my chest hungrily. I subtly move my hands under her white tanktop, but still on her sides, enjoying the feel of her warm smooth skin. She lets out a silent gasp once she notices my hands. I hesitate for a second, thinking I may have escalated things a bit too far. She proves me wrong by groping my pecs, and feeling up my muscles without restraint. Her sudden spike in courage and desire sends a quick aroused shudder over me.
I move my hands to her back, lifting up her shirt just a bit. She narrows her eyes, almost closing them. Her mouth hangs open, as soft, almost inaudible moans escape her mouth. I kiss her jaw, on my way to her neck. She pulls back and smiles, leading me over to the table. She hops ontop, and gives me a miniature tug to her. She stares at my abs, giving me an embarrassed grin. I cock an eyebrow “What’s up?” She bits her lip hesitantly, and licks my abs, slowly making her way upwards. I watch in amasement, enjoying the feel of her wet, hot tongue slowly traveling up my chest. I gawk at her, unable to believe how adventurous she’s being.
We’re briefly interrupted by a gasp from outside. We look out the window, and see a pair of eyes, just barely visible at the bottom of the window, belonging to rainbow colored hair. Dash stares at both of us for a second, before slowly sinking out of sight. We keep staring for a few more seconds. Rainbow Dash rises again, hoping we’re not looking. When we both glare at her, she snorts, and disappears for good, making a run for the back door. She goes inside the house, and makes a few gestures with her hands as she talks excitedly to whoever is listening. She motions to her eyes, and leans over laughing. We hear a chorus of amused howling coming from the house.
Fluttershy holds her face embarrassed but I can hear a small chuckle. I let out an entertained sigh, “Um...there’ a guest room upstairs…” She giggles a bit, “That would probably be best.” We exit the shed, and enter the patio door to the house. As we turn right to go up a small set of stairs, we hear applause and howls as everyone throws a fit at the sight of us heading for the bedrooms. She hangs her head, grinning. I glance over my shoulder, and see Dash raise her drink, “Woohoo!” She calls out laughing hysterically. I shake my head while smiling.
We make our way up the few steps, hang a sharp left and head up the flight of stairs to all the rooms. At the top, the only door on the left leads into the guest room. We both enter, and Fluttershy finally lets out a loud giggle. She covers her cheeks with her hands, “I can’t believe we just did that!” I join in a brief laugh with her before catching those exotic teal eyes again.
We both break eye contact. We stand there awkwardly for a few moments. I try as casually as possible to make my way over to the bed. I sit on the edge, unable to look at her face. She sits down next to me on my left; we're both completely silent. I inhale as much as I can, before placing my hand on hers. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her beaming at me. My lips tremble, as I feel my own mouth smile as well. She scoots next to me, causing our arms to brush. Her warm skin makes me want to shiver.
I turn and look her in the eyes; she returns my gaze. I can't help but notice that we're both breathing rapidly. I lean in, and we start kissing again. I rest my right hand on her knee. She flinches a bit, but starts kissing me a bit faster. She tears open my button up shirt, and pulls it down my arms, tossing it on the floor. I take my other hand, and run my fingers down her back. She stops kissing me, momentarily sticking her chest out, gasping happily at the sensation. "I...this is...nice." she says with closed eyes. I lean over and lick her neck, slowly traveling to her earlobe. She keeps her eyes closed, and her mouth is open just slightly, as she gets lost in the overwhelming feeling of being desired.
I suck on her earlobe, while running my fingers down her neck. She lets herself go, relying on my hand on her back to keep her upright. I wrap my arm around her, holding her there, as I go back to kissing her neck. I reach down with my right hand, and run my fingers along her side. Her skin flinches, but gives in, letting me explore every inch of it. My hand keeps moving upwards, and stops just below her breast. She puts both arms behind her, holding herself up, with her chest sticking out, almost begging me to grope her.
I decide making her wait is more fun. I lower my hand to her outer thigh. Her head snaps forward, excitedly watching my hand explore her body. I reach under her leg, pick her up and set her on my lap. I position her so her back is to me, with her legs hanging over mine. I move her hair over her left shoulder so I can kiss the back of her neck, as both my hands run along her thighs. She quivers a bit, and leans her head back against my shoulder. Her eyes are closed, and quiet moans are all she can manage to let out.
I've gotten extremely hard, enjoying the feel of her luscious ass pressing it down. I thrust myself upwards just enough to grind against her. She shakes a bit more, moaning just a bit louder than before. I put both my hands on the inside of her legs, and spread them apart. She shakes as I run my fingers down her thighs. My hands go under her green skirt, but continue past her panties, and up to her hips. She starts grinding her rear left and right against my erection, enjoying the feel just as much as I am.
Her hands suddenly clamp on mine, as she struggles to talk. I stop and just hold her hands. She does her best to slow her breathing. "I...I'm sorry um...can we...can we slow down a bit? I'm having a hard time controlling myself." I stare ahead for a bit, caught off guard. I was expecting her to want to stop completely. "Have you...ever been spanked?" She lets out an aroused giggle, "No but...I wouldn't mind trying it. Just don't hit me too hard ok?"
I grin, and pull her ear right next to my mouth, "Depends on how bad you've been." I run my hand along her leg. She lets out a gleeful gasp, tilting her head back slightly, with a subtle smile. I growl a bit, nuzzling her neck with my mouth. She squirms on my lap, gripping my hand. I scoot back a bit, and pull her legs to the side so she's facing my right. I flip her over so her legs hang off my lap. She holds onto the blanket on the bed with both hands.
I run my hand up between her legs, enjoying her shaking with anticipation the entire time. Her things pressed together makes me groan a bit. I pull my hand out and run my fingers along her right cheek, before giving it a firm grope. As soon as my hand clomps down, she flinches and lets out a small moan. My hand travels between her legs again, not traveling further than her panties. I wanted her to crave my touch before I felt her down there. She buries her face into the blanket, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure as I continue to move my hand back and forth between her legs. I hear her pant over and over, as I enjoy her smooth skin.
I pull my hand out, and run my hand along that wonderfully plump ass of hers. I give her a good, hard spank. Her entire booty jiggles in tune with her sudden gasp. Right after I make contact, I give her a firm grope. "God that's a nice ass." She pants heavily, resorting back to using the blanket to muffle her sounds. I run my fingers around her left cheek, eventually grabbing booty again. She lets out a "Mmmmm." I spank her left cheek over and over, getting harder every time it jiggles. "You like that honey?" Giving her another hard spank. She can barely gasp a "yes". I run my hand along her left cheek, enjoying the feeling of her skin.
"Mmmmm, punish me...." I grin, slapping her right cheek this time, still pausing for a nice grope every time. "Stick your ass higher in the air baby..." She lifts her rear as high as she can, making it more pronounced. I run my hand along her ass. I pull her behind closer to me, enough to drag my tongue across her left cheek. She shudders the entire time, burying her head again. I stick my hand between her legs again, but as i pull out, I let two of my fingers brush against the outside of her clit. I hear her bite down on the blanket, trying not to let out her cries of pleasure.
I watch her wiggle her read in the air, tempting me. Every part of me wants to bend her over, but I know it's not time yet. I reach inwards, and grab her, clit and all. I rub my hand back and forth, listening to her moan. Her panties are soaked, and she wiggles her ass back and forth, wanting me. I massage her, sometimes rubbing her with my entire hand, other times just letting my fingers do the work.
She shakes and bobs in my lap, clearly she's never had this much fun before. I keep massaging her, as my left hand starts stroking her back. I carefully make my way to her side, even caressing her stomach. I can't get over how smooth her skin is. I feel her panting, and it makes me go wild. I lean forward and drag my tongue along her back. She tilts her head back more and shudders.
In one smooth motion, I grab the front of her panties, and slide them down to her knees. She doesn't say anything, and doesn't move; I know she wants it. I slide two fingers inside her. She holds herself up with her arms, head back, no longer caring about how loud she is. She rocks back and forth, as I finger her. She cries out over and over, enjoying every inch I can get in. My left hand reaches around her back, and undoes her bra with a single well-practiced pinch. I reach under her, and grab a hold of her left breast. I use my index and middle finger to trap her nipple, massaging it, while enjoying the feel of her.
I watch her arms start to buckle; she's in too much pleasure for her muscles to respond. I stop fingering her momentarily, and wrap my arm around her waist, with my left arm around her chest. I slip her on her side, facing away from me. She lays across my lap, my left hand fondling her bountiful cleavage, with my right hand back to fingering her. I'm able to feel both her large breasts with my left hand, groping the top one, and grinding the one on the bottom with my wrist. We stay like that for a bit, her eyes are closed, her cheeks are red. Sweat drips down my face, my bicep starts to ache from the motion.
She shifts so she's facing upwards. She lays her right arm across my shoulder, with her upper body mostly propped up with my left arm.
I do my best to kiss her, but her cool lips can barely respond from my sexual assault. I give my arm a break, letting her catch her breath as well as I pull my fingers out. She lays there, those gorgeous breasts exposed. I lean in and start sucking her right nipple. She runs her fingers through my hair, groping my left bicep with her hand. She runs her hand along my arm, enjoying every throbbing muscle. I pull my mouth off her nipple and stare at her, my mouth is blank of everything but the most severe form of arousal. She reaches up with her hand, stroking my cheek.
Her smile is one of gratitude and disbelief. She reaches down and pulls off her shirt and unhooked bra. I had completely forgotten she was still wearing it honestly. She puts a hand around my neck and pulls herself up to kiss me. My mood changes from complete arousal, to an explosion of passion instantly. I felt connected, I felt like we were one. I love the taste of her tongue. We explore each others mouth for a bit. My left hand travels up and down her back, craving her sweaty hot skin. She lets go of my head, laying in my arms, with a satisfied smile. "I...I can't believe I just did all that..." My eyes widen as I just realized what the shyest girl in the entire school and I just did.
"No one is going to believe this." she says while shaking her head. I hear Rainbow Dash's voice from behind the door, "Um...yes we will!" she's followed by multiple female giggles. Fluttershy covers her face with her hands, giggling like mad. The footsteps slowly trail away from the door. I manage to stop panting a bit, "I don't know about you, but I need a break..." She gives me a jokingly disappointed smile, with those sad puppy dog eyes. I shrug "I'm sorry, my arms are gone." She gives me a dirty grin, before sitting up and standing in front of me. She kisses my forehead, before gently pushing me back with a single finger. I fall on my back, and scoot up to the headboard, watching her eagerly.
She slips off her underwear, and removes her skirt, completely naked. i still had on my jeans, and I couldn't remember how she managed to get my shirt off, but it was on the floor. She slowly crawls on top of me, taking her time, acting almost like an exotic cat. When she gets to my chest, she dips her chest just low enough to drag her nipples across my skin. I flinch, "Mmmmm...." I feel my meat bob up for a second from the sudden spike of pleasure. She starts kissing my pecs. She drags her tongue from the top of my abs; I enjoy every single second she takes, watching her wet tongue working its way towards me. I can't help but gently bit my lower lip, watching her. Her teal eyes show a girl who was finally tired of holding herself back.
This spike of confidence fills me with desire. I do my best to lay there, letting her do whatever she wants. She finally makes her way to my jaw. Instead of kissing me, she starts sucking on my neck, resting her hands on my pecs. Her hands travel up and down my chest, as she pants heavily in my ear. I put my hands on her thighs, stroking them. She licks the outline of my ear, kissing my cheek and neck a few times. She starts grinding herself on my abs. She presses herself down, dragging her clit as far as she can, before grinding it back down. I feel every ridge she has on my muscles. She's unbelievably wet. She moans over and over, occasionally just panting.
She kisses up my jaw to my mouth, sticking her tongue in my mouth. We kiss a few times, before she takes my bottom lip in her mouth, holding it with her teeth. She pulls a bit, with a grin. I let out a groan, and she finally lets go. She gives me one last kiss, before sitting up, still grinding. She keeps rocking her pelvis back and forth, pressing herself down as hard as she can. She leans her head back, with her eyes closed. She takes her hair in her hands, sweeping it back, before running them down to her chest, groping herself. I can't stop staring at those magnificent breasts of hers. I try to sit up, but she places her hands on my shoulders, and leans against me. My arms give out and I fall back again.
She smiles, still leaning against me. She dips forward just enough to bury my face in her rack. I groan, holding onto her breasts as I shake my head back and forth, loving how they jiggle in my face. She pushes my hands away playfully and sits back up. She rocks her hips to the left and right, as she goes back to grinding. She runs her hands up and down her sides, moaning loudly. She grabs a hold of her breasts again, grabbing them vigorously. My face is blank, my cheeks are red, watching her enjoying herself on top of my body.
She glances behind her and sees how hard I am. She smiles, and scoots back so she's on top of it. She bounces up and down on it, but not undoing my jeans at all. I groan, leaning forward slightly, holding onto her thighs. I feel my cock aching to get off. Her breasts bounce up and down with her body. My hands travel to her sides as she moves. She grins, still with her eyes closed. i can feel myself throbbing, almost unable to hold back anymore. I reach forward, grabbing a hold of her perfect breasts. She holds onto my wrists, we moan in unison every time she goes down, pressing against my throbbing meat.
My eyes bulge as every part of me courses with pleasure. She grabs the back of my head, and forces my face into her chest. I hold onto each breast pressing it against my face. As she bounces, they slide up and down my face, her nipples occasionally racking against my shoulders. I grab onto her sides, doing everything I can internally to stop from getting off. Our moaning gets louder and faster. She tries to press every part of her body against me, loving the feeling of our skin brushing together. My arms wrap around her back, as her hands clamp around my head. We sit there, convulsing for a bit. I get off inside my jeans, as I feel her body shake while she climaxes with me.
We hold each other while we pant. Her warm breath blows past my ear. After a minute, we calm down. We look into each others eyes, fully satisfied. She smiles, gives me a kiss, then slides off my lap. She walks to the end of the bed, and puts her panties back on. I raise an eyebrow, and swing my legs over the side of the bed, and sit there. "Are you actually done?" I do my best to sound casual, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable or pressured.
She turns around and puts on her bra. I let myself get one last glance of her cleavage before it's covered up for good. She walks over to me, kissing my forehead. "That was amazing...but...I'm still not ready to go...all the way ok? I'm really sorry I just...this entire night has been one huge first for me. I've had a roller coaster of emotion thrown at me. I really love the night you gave me but...I'm just not ready." She looks at me hesitantly, wondering if I'm angry. I smile at her, and hold her hands, "Hey, if you're happy, I'm happy. Besides, we had tons of fun."
She leans over and hugs me. I hug her back, and let out a sigh of relief. We stroke each others back. She lets go, and goes back to looking at me, "Are you sure you're...ok with stopping? I just...figured you'd prefer to...keep going." I beam at her. I lead her by her hand to sit next to me. Once she sits, I put an arm around her shoulders and give her a side hug, "To be completely honest, I mostly enjoy the...intimacy of it. I mean, yes, I do enjoy sex...and women...but I've always dreamed of being close with people. I love secrets, insecurities, I love just opening up and not hiding anything in." I gaze at the wall, realizing just how I honestly felt.
She reaches over with her hand, tickling my chest with her fingertips. "To be completely honest, I've never been this close to someone before." She leisurely draws invisible pictures on my chest with her finger. "When you finally showed me what was going on...I don't know, something in me just wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't weak. I felt...free. I'm still shocked about how far things went." She sighs, and holds her hands in her lap," Usually I sit there and analyze every little thing that can go wrong. Constantly wondering what people will think. It was nice to not care, even if it was for only a night."
I giver her another squeeze, "I really like this side of you..not just for the...you know...bedroom stuff." She smiles, "I know what you mean." She sighs happily, "Well...can I ask you for a small favor?" I nod. "Can...you not talk to anyone about this? I don't want others thinking I'm...open to...advances. I like to mostly be left alone n that department." I look at her surprised, "If that's what you want but...I mean i think the entire party knows by now." She lowers her head, "I'll see if I can get my friends to keep it to just everyone here. With luck, it might just be a rumor no one will believe."
I shrug, "If I can help keep it quiet I will." We get up, and I help gather up her clothes. As she gets fully dressed, i listen carefully to the door, not hearing a sound. I toss on my fancy but sweaty shirt, not bothering to button it. She hesitates at the door, staring at my chest. She gives me a grin, and gives it one last slow lick. I chuckle "Really?!" she laughs, and we both open the door. I head down to the kitchen, and start making a sandwich. I see Fluttershy head over to her friends, who have red faces, clearly from laughing and listening to us upstairs.
She holds her hands together at her waist, gently twirling her skirt back and forth while she talks to Rarity. When she's done talking, I see a few understanding nods. Rainbow Dash puts her arm around Fluttershy and leads her towards the patio. I catch the last bit of Dash's sentence, "I'll keep it quiet onlyif you tell me all about it!" I chuckle to myself. The party continues for a few more hours, with Fluttershy sitting right next to me. We both try to act casual, even though we occasionally see grins and people watching us.
I stand by the door, nodding to people as they exit. The last two to leave are Fluttershy, followed closely by Pinkie. Fluttershy stops, holding her hands together at her waist. She looks up at me with that adorable wide-eyed smile, “Any last words of wisdom before we leave?” I think for a moment, remembering how Pinkie looked slightly annoyed at our talk on the grass quite a few hours ago. “Nothing sucks worse than when you see your friend in a crappy relationship, and you keep telling them to leave, and all they do is come up with more excuses and get angry, so you let it go for a bit. Then your friend goes to a party, and talks to some jerk who tells her pretty much everything you’ve been saying all along, and she acts like it’s the first time she’s ever heard it. Hint hint.” I say, motioning to Pinkie Pie with my head.
Pinkie Pie’s eyes grow wide as she stares at Fluttershy in astonishment. Fluttershy turns around and looks guilty, “I’m sorry Pinkie, I just…” Pinkie hugs her with all her might. They stand there, having a bonding moment. I can't hear their exchange, as it's all in whispers, but i know what it's about. A few tears form in her eyes, both from surprise and raw emotion. The two stop embracing and start to walk out. Pinkie stops and looks me in the eyes, giving me a gentle smile I have never seen before. There's something alluring in those eyes. She's not being goofy for once. I see admiration, desire, passion, gratitude. It catches me off guard and all I can do is stare back. She reaches up and pokes my nose, then walks out, still keeping her eyes on mine.
I plop on my bed, planning to change the sheets in a bit. My phone buzzes. It's text from Pinkie. All it says is *Hey ;)* I grin and start texting back.
