It was last semester at College that I had to, albeit reluctantly, collaborate with the other students for a presentation. We were put into random assigned groups to expedite that awkward socializing aspect. After class had ended we were encouraged to exchange contact info with our fellow group members to more easily keep up to date with the others on the assignment. They said their friendly greetings and introduced themselves all except Gilda, though. Gilda didn’t do nice.
“I’m going to assume you’re not all idiots. Don’t disappoint me,” was all she said.
Gilda was somewhat chubby but she wore it very well. The small amount of fat accentuating her assets if anything really. Her breasts were moderately sized but they paled in comparison to her thick thighs and butt. She was one of the older students in the class that was probably around her late twenties or very early thirties. It wasn’t rare by any means to see people in that age range but usually those that were tended to be a bit more courteous. Her face though was set permanently into a scowl to whomever she was talking to.
She definitely made an impression all right. There was a few uncomfortable chuckles and such but I could tell that she meant what she said. She looked out of place compared to the rest of us and had this air of irritability whenever she was in class. I had never personally conversed with her myself but I did see her around campus from time to time. It didn’t paint a positive picture of her character at all. She was loud and obnoxious to people and just generally short tempered. She wouldn’t have been my first choice for a collaboration, but then, I didn’t really have a choice to begin with.
Later that day a group chat was formed and the responsibilities of each aspect of the project was assigned. Words of encouragement were exchanged and everyone was set to begin their share. Time flew by and before I knew it we had reached the halfway point of the due date. It turned out some people in the group needed help more so than others, so it was decided that we would meet at a coffee shop near the campus to corroborate our research. After some compromising, we were able to plan a meeting for a Friday afternoon.
There was a sense of nerves I felt the day before the meeting that I just couldn’t shake. I felt confident in any work that I produced and found I was essentially done in fact. It wasn’t my share that I was worried about though, but instead the others. The chat was fairly silent after the assignment was split and I hadn’t seen anyone talking to the others on campus. Not a good sign. I was guilty of this as well but I at least knew that I could contribute my share.
The day had finally come and it was time for everyone to put their cards on the table. The warm weather was pleasant enough and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen in the sky. I donned a pair of jeans and a shirt and decided it was enough. I wasn’t there to dress to impress; I wanted to be in and out of there and be done with it. It was my plan to snag a table by being a little early but I was surprised when I saw Gilda was already there.
She was adorned in a purple tank top with some bands name on it, torn jeans and tennis shoes. The clothes on their own were fine but put together she was quite the eye catcher. Her shirt seemed to be a size too small as it looked like her cleavage was on the precipice of spilling out. The pants hugged at her waist and thighs and really accentuated her pear bottom thickness. She even had some light make-up on with mascara and lip gloss.
Gilda sat at one of the bigger outdoor tables while she idly glossed over her phone and sipped at some iced coffee. Placed on the table was a rather sizeable basket that had its contents hidden by a plaid red cloth. Of course she noticed me right away when I plopped myself in a seat across from her own. She gave me a cursory glance but quickly went back to whatever she was doing on her phone.
“At least someone besides me appreciates punctuality,” she remarked without looking away from her screen.
I adjusted my seat and leaned back into the chair while placing my bag between my feet. “I’m actually surprised that anyone besides me would bother showing up early,” I replied. “I appreciate that you got this spot before it was occupied.”
That caught her off guard. It seemed for a moment that she was conflicted on what to say before she scoffed.
“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” she said. “Had to tell off some people that wanted to snag some of our seats but no biggie.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep.”
Gilda occasionally glanced up from her phone to see if anyone else had arrived but that was about it. So we sat there in each other’s company without exchanging a word. She made it abundantly clear that she was only here because she had to be but I figured that as long as she contributed her part that was fine with me.
I wasn’t under the impression that she was the type to make small talk but we did have to work together. Maybe once the ice was broken she would become friendlier? I thought.
“Have any trouble getting here?” I asked.
She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow as if asking why I was bothering her.
I had her attention at least so I continued. “Traffic was pretty good all things considered. Well, hopefully the others get here soon. I know some of them don’t have cars so getting around is tough.”
By now Gilda was tapping her fingers on the table surface and she blew a strand of hair out of her face.
“Did you drive here or did you—.”
“I don’t care for my time to be wasted,” Gilda rebuked. “Unlike you brats I have actual responsibilities besides playing around at college.”
So she was exactly how I thought she would be; how delightful.
I scoffed. “Gee, thanks your majesty for coming down from your ivory tower to grace us peasants with your splendor.”
“You’d think I’d be here at all unless it was required? There’s a million other things I’d rather do on my day off work, yet I have to play babysitter for a bunch of kids. We could have emailed each other our stuff and been done with it but no one wants to show their work. Someone has to make sure it’s not complete garbage and I don’t trust any of you do it right.” She rolled her eyes and made sure to be as condescending as possible when she told me off; or perhaps that’s how she always was.
She was right though in a certain sense. It was odd that no one had shared their work and the group chat was relatively dead except for confirming the meet up for today. I’m glad at the very least I wasn’t the only one who felt that their needed to be a review.
“Be that as it may, the presentation is worth a quarter of our grades,” I retorted. “I’m sure that thought has dawned on them and they’re doing what they must. Besides there’s other stuff I could be doing as well.”
Honestly, it felt like I was trying to convince myself more so than her.
On Gilda’s face a smirk had formed. “Yeah, I’m sure a loser like you has tons of friends. That’s probably why you’re such a loner on campus.”
She wasn’t necessarily wrong, but it’s hard to make friends when you’re constantly busy. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to antagonize someone that you had to work with but I wasn’t about to let her walk all over me.
“Yeah, like you’re any better,” I muttered.
“What was that?” She tersely asked.
“You’re not really any better off than me. I’ve never seen anyone be around you that wasn’t forced to stomach your presence. Not exactly miss popular with an attitude like yours I presume?”
“Tch, dweeb.”
“Okay.”
She scowled at my response. Of course that’s why I said it. A non-response to keep things civil and move things along.
“You’re not very good with women are ya, kid?”
“I’m not a kid, I’m twenty-two I’ll have you know. Besides, you’re not good at talking to people in general are you? You’ve been incredibly rude and unpleasant so far.”
“I’m not really a people person,” she waved dismissively at me. “Though you do look a little older than I gave you credit for, but to someone my age you’re still a runt.”
“Well that’s good to know that I have that going on at least. I’m not about to ask how old you are. I was always told never to ask a lady her age.”
Gilda busted out laughing and drew the attention of several people around us.
“Hahaha! Me, a lady? Kid, I ain’t no namby pamby lady. You’re cute I’ll give you that but you’re not gonna bag me with some shit compliments like that.”
“Compliments? Well if you’re that desperate that you saw my statement as a compliment, yikes. I guess it’s easy to scare away all those suiters with an attitude like yours.”
I knew I scored a point with that. Gilda’s face scrunched up. She actually stopped fiddling with her phone and looked up at me.
“Kid, I’m not dense. I know that I’m rude and nasty and stuck-up, and all those other thoughts that are swirling around your head but are too chicken shit to say to my face. I know what I am and if people can’t stand to be around me because of that, then I’m not wasting my time on ‘em. Like I said, unlike you brats I’ve got actual responsibilities so I don’t have time to waste chasing a relationship that goes nowhere.
The atmosphere felt like it was getting a tad heavy but Gilda just went on.
“Let me tell ya, getting laid is easy. In fact, despite all the bluster and the front you’ve been hiding behind to judge me, you’ve already eyed me up. Am I right?”
“W-what!? Of course not,” I stammered. She knew. She absolutely knew that my eyes had drifted and had gotten lost in her form before.
“Uh huh. Sure.”
Gilda leaned forward over the table and let her cleavage sag onto the table. My eyes betrayed me and I gave a quick glance down to see that she actually tugged her top down a tad. From Gilda’s teasing I could see that she was wearing a lacy black bra. My heart picked up speed and I was already entranced by the valley of her breasts. I cursed that what I wanted to see was obscured by the garment underneath her top.
When she was sure that I was lost in my gaze she let go of the fabric and leaned back into her seat; her spell on me dashed. I was ashamed to even look her in the eyes again but when I mustered up the courage, she had a shit eating grin that told me she had me exactly where she wanted me. My ears began to burn and my face felt incredibly hot.
“Told ya I wasn’t a lady, didn’t I? So, did you get enough of an eyeful perv, or was that too much stimulation for a kid like you? Ha! You really are just a brat.”
Her cackling was just salt in my wound, but I wasn’t about to let her get the last word on this. With what little pride I had left I said the first thing that popped into my mind.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. You’re not a lady. You’re just a bitch.”
My eyes widened once I processed what my brain vomited out of my mouth. Gilda was expressionless but quickly glared at me. That stare was straight up lethal with malevolence. I had no idea why I said what I had said, but I knew right away I fucked up. Then, after making me suffer an eternity awaiting her wrath, she instead busted out in laughter.
Flabbergasted, I just sat there. It was weird to think at that moment but she was actually pretty when she didn’t look like she was about to murder someone. I had no idea what was going on anymore so I just waited for Gilda’s giggle fit to calm down.
“Didn’t think you had it in ya. You’ve got balls kid, I’ll give you that.”
“Uh, thanks?”
She reached over into the basket and uncovered the cloth. Underneath was a vast assortment of small baked goods and sweets. She reached in and plucked a pastry, placed it on a napkin and then offered it to me.
“Here. It’s a lemon blueberry scone. I baked a bunch of stuff for you guys yesterday as my way of saying thanks for putting up with me.”
The scone did certainly look quite appetizing. It was no bigger than the palm of my hand and the faint smell of lemon and sugar wafted to my nose. Gilda looked on expectantly so I popped the whole pastry into my mouth with one bite. Sweet, with a tart undertone that really brought the whole thing together. It was probably the best scone I’d ever had, easily.
“Pretty good right?” Gilda asked. “Go on, you can let me know how great I am.”
Her ego was in a constant need to be stroked it seemed, but they were pretty good so maybe it was somewhat warranted.
I shrugged as I wiped my hands clean of any crumbs. “Yeah, they’re good.”
“That’s it?” She flatly asked.
“Well, I like them and will definitely eat some more if I have the chance. I’m not really big on sweets either, so these are exceptionally good to me. You should try to be more humble, though. I hear it does wonders for the soul and all that.”
She scoffed. “Nah. That sounds like it came from some loser that was probably never good at anything. If I’m the best why would I not show it off?”
Seeing this as a way to get on Gilda’s good side I kept the topic focused on her. People loved to talk about themselves and I assumed she would be no different. Especially one with such a huge ego.
“I guess because it’s polite? It’s less obnoxious in any case. Anyways, it seems that you have a knack for baking. Do you like to cook?”
“I… didn’t always,” Gilda somberly said. “It was something that I grew to enjoy with the help of some good friends.”
She brushed the hair out of her face and contemplatively looked into the distance. I must have touched on a nerve, since I had never seen her this demure before. Not wanting to spoil the mood I pressed onward.
“Do you work at a bakery then?” I asked. “I just assume because you seem pretty good at it.”
She grinned, “Wow, stalker much?”
I rolled my eyes at her, “I guess my patronage isn’t wanted then. Oh well.”
“Nah, my day job is way different. I work as a manager for data entry. It’s boring as hell but it pays the bills, I guess. One day though, I’d like to open my own bakery. To make pastries all day and have people lined up to get some of my cooking. It’s why I’m in culinary school since I want my stuff to be the best, but I only know so much. These other classes are super boring but they’re required by the program so I have to take them.”
“That sounds pretty risky. Most new businesses don’t make it very far. Aren’t you at all worried about what will happen if you fail?”
Without skipping a beat she replied. “No. If I fail, then I fail. Can’t be hung up on all the ‘what if’s’. I know what I want to do, so I’m going to do it; simple as that.”
They were lofty goals but I could respect it. Not many could say that they chased their dream. She was living on her own terms and I was actually a little jealous of her. I couldn’t say that I was pursuing any crazy aspirations or doing anything really worthwhile. I just wanted to make a decent living and play it safe. Would that be enough though? I wondered.
Before I could continue, both of our phones vibrated. It had to be the group chat is what I thought. Gilda, already on her phone, seemed to be reading the new messages.
It seemed that the others were arriving. One by one people from our group had popped up and taken their seats. My small talk with Gilda essentially ended there since she seemed to shift back to her usual mood of irritability. As everyone got to conversing though, it seemed that my fears weren’t unfounded; many of the others had next to nothing of their work to share.
Now while I could have put the project together quite easily, the point was to create a presentation at this meeting. They seemed to believe that I was over exaggerating and told me not to worry too much about it, but Gilda was having none of that. She slung expletives their way and looked like she was on the verge of pummeling someone. They said their apologies but they all quickly left after her temper was shown, basically making me the sacrificial lamb to endure Gilda’s wrath.
“Well?” Gilda said with a scowl.
I shrugged, “Well, they said that they’d just email the rest of their stuff to me and that’ll be that.”
“What! What the fuck is this? I took time out of my schedule for this and you tell me ‘that’ll be that’. Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“Well… no, but there’s not much we can do about it. We just have to make do with what they give us and hope for the best.”
Gilda scoffed and grabbed the basket that was resting on the table. “Fucking knew that something like this would happen. I’m out of here.”
I wanted to say something—anything—but my voice caught in my throat. Nothing I could say in that moment would help quell Gilda’s anger. She stormed off to her car and left. A lot of people around me whispered about the display that they witnessed and I took that as my que to leave as well.
The deadline was soon; too soon. Most of the stragglers were basically starting from scratch at this point but there was no guarantee that they’d pull through. Worse even, Gilda was spamming the chat and harassing the others. Justified maybe, but it wasn’t going to motivate them. If anything they probably would end up leaving the chat or just blocking her all together.
It wasn’t looking good. I could tell the professor that some of the group refused to cooperate, but they did technically start. It didn’t help that Gilda would most likely have the story spun against her with messages upon messages incriminating her with threats. She probably wouldn’t resolve to it but the faculty would take it seriously if she kept at it.
When I checked the messages later on, sure enough the chat was still dead. So it was late in the night that I decided to play the part of mother hen. The next day I examined their tasks and told them what to do and how to do it. I basically outlined everything for them in a worksheet format so that they could just fill in the blanks. It was quite frankly a pain in the ass, but it seemed to do the trick.
I was the one putting the project together so all they really had to do was hand me the information. What they didn’t give me I would just have to look up and pray that it would pan out. The only other person who seemed to be on the same page as me was Gilda. It seemed she cooled off a bit after she realized what I was doing and stopped typing at people. Eventually though, the day of reckoning had come.
Everyone sent me their material and I did the best that I could with what I had. It all came down to individual presentation now, which is what I was counting on. It was a combination of their own papers and the presentation on the subject that truly mattered here. Those that knew their material well would be able to go on for their allotted amount of time-- five minutes was longer than what many believed it to be. Those that didn’t would be the ones that had their own scores deducted. It was as simple as that without dragging the rest of us down.
The day went just as planned. Those that slacked off and did next to nothing were at a loss when they stood before the class. I’m wouldn’t have been surprised if their papers weren’t anything spectacular as well despite the outline they filled out. When class ended I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I just hoped my efforts would be enough.
I didn’t hear a peep from Gilda until later that evening. She sent me a text and demanded that I be available that weekend. Apparently she owed me a beer for helping her out. Even if I wanted to decline she made it quite clear that this was going to happen, one way or the other.
That day I spent with Gilda opened us both up to the idea of friendship past the confines of school. She appreciated being able to talk so bluntly with me and even the edge in her voice was gone-- which I found jarring at first. We had some similar interests that coincided which she didn’t have the opportunity to talk with her other friends. I was basically her outlet now.
At the start I would occasionally get messages from Gilda, but as she got accustomed to talking to me that frequency went up to every day. When I had hung out with her I didn’t really expect much to come from it. I figured it was her pride that demanded that she pay back what she thought she owed. It was only as time went on I knew that she genuinely was interested in being friends.
The semester ended so we no longer shared the same class, yet we continued to message one another and hang out every so often. This continued for almost a year. However, something unexpected happened recently. When we went out drinking, as we often end up doing, something was off about Gilda.
I remember how she excused herself to use the restroom and it seemed that she left her phone on top of the table as she usually does. It didn’t interest me in the slightest but when her phone buzzed my attention was caught by the message notification.
Rainbow Dash: Don’t wear the kid out too much!
Pinkie Pie: We’re rootin for ya! Get that dick, G!
I knew for a fact that Gilda was single as she was quick to lament anytime drinking was involved. Her hands were full with her job and any free time she had really was used for completing her degree. What time we used to hang out was usually in between projects and for when holidays allotted free days off.
It raised so many flags and yet I had my reservations. The long dry spell I was experiencing was making me think with the wrong head. Plus, I thought that it was Gilda’s friends teasing her like she often does with me. When she returned though, her eyes bugged out and she timidly asked if I had noticed that her phone went off. Gilda didn’t do nice, and she certainly never used that tone of voice with me.
Of course, I pretended that I hadn’t the slightest idea that she even left her phone out in the open. She took it at face value as she visibly sagged in relief, which I did feel kind of bad about. Gilda was very heavy handed with laying on compliments that night, and I politely accepted her praise, but it did not go any further than that.
A few weeks had passed since then and I thought the issue was forgotten. I was in the middle of mulling over that night again when I received an SOS of sorts from Gilda. It seemed that her car was having trouble and that she needed a ride home after locking up her building. She got a ride from one her friends but they apparently couldn’t help her out again.
Her car did give her sass every now and then so it wasn’t out of the ordinary, but in the back of my mind I knew that the timing was just too coincidental. She could have taken a ride sharing service but perhaps she didn’t feel comfortable at this late hour, alone? Knowing Gilda, her assailant should be the one that felt afraid. I agreed none the less and headed out to give her a hand.
It was in a parking lot attached to a plaza outlet that I waited patiently in my car. With winter now in full swing I huddled into my seat while cursing the poor choice of attire I chose of some jeans and a sweatshirt. I balled my hands in front of the vents as I turned up the heater. Hot air quickly washed over my digits; slowly my hands were rescued from the brink of numbing cold. After some time had passed I clenched my hands and gave a sigh of relief when I could feel them again.
Getting around the 10 p.m. mark I was getting a tad restless, but felt relief when I saw my soon to be passenger exit the building. I gave her a quick once over and knew it was Gilda. No matter what she wore I could spot her figure right away: adorned in a brown parka, a beanie, some boots and jeans that hugged her thighs and butt she looked quite comfortable, yet equally miserable to be out in the cold. After some fiddling with the door to ensure that it was locked, her gaze wandered towards my car which perked her right back up. She smiled and waved to me and I returned the gesture.
I turned the key in the ignition and the car roared back to life. Changing it back to drive, I quickly put on my game face and drove over to where Gilda was waiting. Idling in front of her, she quickly entered the passenger side to escape the cold, slamming the door behind her.
“You’re a lifesaver, man,” she said. “Totally thought I was screwed. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “No, not really. Tomorrow’s Saturday so me and my roommate were just dicking around. It was just catching up on doing a whole bunch of nothing.”
While adjusting herself and using the car heater to dish out that sweet warmth into her hands, my response brought a smarmy grin to her face. “Ha! I’m sure. Did you mean dicking around? Or dicking around?”
I gave her a second to let her question stew and shrugged my shoulders. “Who knows? Maybe a little bit of column a, little bit of column b. So, where’s your place at?”
“Wow, just jumping right into it huh? Didn’t even bother to wine and dine me,” she grinned.
The smile on her face betrayed her words but it was all just harmless flirting. I didn’t think Gilda was so non blasé about things when I first met her but after she got comfortable around me I suppose it was only natural to let ones figurative hair down.
“Lady? That’s weird, did you see one around here?” I asked.
Gilda pouted and gave my arm a weak slug. “You ass! When am I not always the impeccable definition of a lady?”
“Well, there was that time 2 weeks ago where you…”
“We said we wouldn’t talk about that ever again,” Gilda said with a hint of embarrassment. She slung the seatbelt over her frame and grimaced.
“…and that man looked on the verge of disgust yet simultaneously impressed.”
“Ever again!”
“Alright, alright. Really, I thought it was quite impressive though. But anyways, how do you get to your pad from here? I’ve only been there the one time.”
Gilda gave me some quick directions and it seemed that it was not too far off. A twenty minute drive at the worst. Mapping the drive in my head I nodded and began to pull out of the parking plaza and back onto the street. I say street but it quickly turned into a snaking road with the route that I had to take. Griffonstone was a mountain town after all so there were long stretches of land covered with trees that our route was forced to go through. The moonlight had unshrouded the darkness of the night but my car journeyed through the road as the only real light source for miles.
It was quiet for a bit until Gilda cleared her throat and looked at me expectantly. “So…”
I gave her a sideward glance and cocked an eyebrow up. “So?”
“Idiot. This is the part where you’re supposed to ask a girl how her day went so she can unwind and bitch about the menial parts that dotted it. You ain’t never had a girlfriend, huh?”
“Well when you find me one, please let me know. I’ll make that a top priority for sure.”
Gilda gave a small ‘hmph’ and sulked as she looked out her window. She knew I didn’t really mean it but I gave in to her faux brooding.
“So how was your day?” I asked. Of course that perked her right up.
“Well I’m glad you asked!”
She then went on to recount all the stuff that happened in her work day. Nothing of real importance occurred except for the occasional error made by one of her staff. It was just an ordinary day all things considered but of course with the dramatic flares she used to embellish some details I had no doubt.
“It turned out in the end that Lisa put the files in the wrong compartment. So of course I had to review all of her work on the client to make sure the data entered was correct-- which of course it wasn’t. I was at it for half a day until I managed to figure where she messed up. Luckily I fixed the reports post-haste without any further problems. I made sure to let her know what a catastrophe it could’ve been had I not noticed her mistake.”
“Yeah, she was a real naughty girl,” I said. “She needed to be punished and put in her place wouldn’t you agree?”
A snort and giggle erupted from Gilda.
“Of course that’s where your mind went,” she said. “I’m a saint I’ll have you know. I would never take advantage of a coworker like that; no matter how cute they would be squirming underneath me.”
“Well now! I was never that explicit but it seems you’ve obviously given this much more thought. Please, go on.”
“I’m not going to have those innocent women be fap fuel for your sick fantasies late into the night.”
“Tch, tease. You wouldn’t be able to charm any of them anyhow.”
“Excuse me? I am a bonafide seductress!”
“No way do you have the swagger. Besides, I thought you needed a miniscule of charm for that. You’re always much too scary when you talk to people at bars.”
Gilda scrunched up her face in attempt to hide her blush but it seemed I hit the nail on the head.
“S-so what? It’s not like you’re getting any either. I bet you cry yourself to sleep thanking you’re lucky stars that a fine specimen such as myself takes the time of day to talk to you.”
While it was true that I hadn’t had any relations since high school, it was more a lack of interest than anything else. School followed by work left me little free time to indulge in, so it was nice to talk to Gilda at the very least. I wouldn’t let her know that though. She’d lord over me forever if I gave her this.
“Work and school have killed a lot of my time,” I explained. “What little free time I might have seems to be monopolized solely by a lecherous woman who has few if any boundaries. If only she could get a date so then I might be available to all those hot sexy singles in my area I keep hearing about online.”
Gilda snorted and rolled her eyes at my remark. “You’d probably go to meet one of those “women” and wake up in an ice bath with some stitches on your sides. Besides, it should be up to the man to initiate a pickup with a lady. I’d want the man to take the lead and show me that he has the suave to make me swoon.”
“So basically, you want the guy to do all the work and you’ll just play at being a delicate flower?”
“No! A chick wants a guy to compliment and at least attempt to flirt with her. It makes her feel pretty and desirable. Besides, I am not delicate I’ll have you know. I can dish it out and take it if you catch my drift.”
“Got it. So people compliment you at work then?”
It was quiet for a bit as I focused on the coming bend in the road. When I cast a glance over to Gilda she actually looked abashed. She fidgeted with her seatbelt and seemed to be thinking of what to say next. After a minute passed I was getting worried I may have legitimately upset her. I was preparing to lay out an apology before she continued.
“It’s not that I don’t-- receive compliments I mean,” Gilda said. “I just have a work persona that scares off some people. It’s hard to get close to anyone when you’re perceived as this big bad work bitch.”
Ah, so that’s what it was, I thought. It made sense to me that her coworkers probably don’t have the opportunity to be close to their boss. Gilda went on though.
“But today was a little different,” she said.
“Really, how so?” I asked. “Seems to me that you painted it as just a normal day.”
“W-well there was one thing that was different. It seems with the stress of car troubles and school work clouding my mind that in my hurry to be at work today…”
“Hmm? What?”
“I… forgot to put a bra on,” Gilda almost whispered.
My eyes widened and it felt like my heart skipped a beat. A glance over to Gilda showed that she was chewing her bottom lip; a small blush strewn across her face. I knew that this was a follow up from that night at the bar, it had to be. Swallowing the lump in the back of my throat, I attempted to coolly ask her to continue when my voice decided it would be nice to crack at that moment. That’s when she knew she had me. With a small surge in confidence she carried on her story.
“W-well it’s just like I said. I don’t sleep with one on so in my haste earlier today it seems I forgot about it. I tried to leave my jacket on so it wouldn’t be too obvious, but with the heater blasting in the office I was dying. I had to take it off. Luckily the sweater underneath was dark but it isn’t that thick to begin with. It was pretty obvious if someone looked at my chest that I wasn’t wearing underwear. Whenever I walked about, my chest was bouncing all over the place. No one said anything to my face but the guys, I could tell, were particularly paying attention.”
I didn’t blame them either. Gilda was hot and she knew it. My cock twitched a tad from just the small amount she told me already.
There was a glint in her eye and a grin that I swear wasn’t there a second ago. Her breathing also seemed to have picked up while divulging in me with her story.
“Do you know what the worst part of it was though?” She asked. By now her intonation had taken a dip causing her voice to huskily flutter out.
I found it painfully hard to swallow at that moment. “N-no… w-what?”
“My nipples were pressed against the fabric all day,” Gilda mewled. “It was agony as they brushed against the cotton. They got erect and poked the material into little tents. My nipples became so sore and tender that I was afraid that if someone accidently bumped into them, that I’d moan for sure. Just picture it: the big bad bitch from work turned into a panting hot mess in front of her coworkers.”
She was really getting into this. In the midst of recounting her tale, Gilda had leaned towards me barely a few inches away from my face. My attention was demanded by the road but in the corner of my eye I could make out her mouth puckering up. A moment of silence and then she gently bit my earlobe.
“Jesus Christ!” I cried out.
Gilda reclined back into her seat and had herself a big laugh at my expense. “Oh man! I had you going there didn’t I?”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” I grumbled in response. She was right though. After Gilda’s laughter had calmed down she continued.
“You enjoy the story perv?” She asked.
“Last time I ask you about your problems I swear,” I muttered.
“Oh don’t be like that and get all pouty. It’s all in good fun! Besides, I’ve given you some mental aid for your solo sessions later.”
She punctuated that last statement with some lewd hand gestures.
I snorted at her. “Whatever. If anything I didn’t realize that this was such softcore stuff coming from you. If you’re gonna lie at least make it more interesting. That way I’ll actually have something to use later.”
Gilda blinked, “But I didn’t lie. That all happened exactly as I told it.”
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s true! It was super embarrassing too. Man, my tits were aching all day.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“Okay then, prove it.”
That shut Gilda right up. We were at an impasse and I knew that she would blow off my remark like she always does. This game had gone on longer than I anticipated, but it was fun while it lasted.
“Fine then… Give them a feel. I don’t mind,” she murmured.
My mind absolutely crashed. This had to be a trap. There was no way she would go this far.
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “And then you slap my hand away and say ‘just kidding’. I’m only a man after all, Gilda. I’ll do it for sure if you mean it.”
“Psh, you’re right. What was I thinking? You wouldn’t have the balls to do it anyways, dweeb.”
There was the odd car out and about but it was an uneventful Friday evening. Odds were that people were probably holed up at home like I was earlier and getting ready for their weekend break to start again. It was quiet except for the radio playing some song I was unfamiliar with. Some quick tidbits here and there were exchanged to drown out the silence but nothing of real importance was said. Gilda fidgeted in her seat as we stewed in the perverse provocations that were exchanged between each other.
She was normally much more boisterous than her current demeanor being displayed, yet she was quiet as a mouse. A few times it seemed that she wanted to comment on something but either petered out or she played it off as a cough or sniffle.
Enough is enough, I thought.
A sign on the road told of a side trail up ahead so I slowed down and turned at the fork. Looking over at Gilda she was visibly confused by my sudden change of direction but didn’t utter a word. Feeling that enough distance between us and the main road was satisfactory I parked and turned off the engine. On both sides of the road we were surrounded by thick trees that stood tall and firm.
I took my seatbelt off with moonlight guiding my hand as the only source of illumination; what little light it could offer anyways. After a moment I gave a glance over to Gilda. She looked nervous as she lightly tightened the grip on her seatbelt strap, so I decided to cut to the chase.
“We need to talk,” I said.
She nodded and sighed. “Yeah… I think we do.”
“Now I consider you a good friend, but comments like from earlier are sending some weird signals up in my noggin. No… for a while now actually.”
“But you think its gross right?” Her face scrunched up with contempt as she muttered. “An older woman flirting and talking like I do to some young guy.”
“Not at all.” The sour face that took a hold of her morphed into bewilderment. I took it as my opportunity to continue. “Are you just blowing hot air out of your ass or do you actually mean what you’ve said?”
“Ha-ha very funny. We’re buds but you don’t have to lie. It’s not nice to tease an old lady you know.”
I rested my hand on hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m not joking.”
We locked eyes and exchanged nary a word. I thought that Gilda would give another excuse to dance around the issue, but she surprised me when she unbuckled her seat belt. She lowered the zipper on her parka and threw the coat to the back seat along with her beanie. Under that heavy clothing a thin green sweater adorned her figure and clung to her generous bust.
I was transfixed by her body so she cleared her throat and smirked. “Well, you’re a man aren’t you? It isn’t polite to keep a lady waiting.”
That was all the encouragement I needed as I latched my right hand onto her breast. My palm sunk into her doughy flesh as her sweater caved wherever my fingers squeezed. Focusing on the feeling of her body, it was malleable and soft yet at the same time heavy when I tried to lift it. Gilda let out a small grunt as I felt up her chest so I eased off a bit and went into a more sedated pace. She seemed to appreciate my change of speed as soft mewls and groans escaped her lips.
I could see my ministrations were getting a nice reaction from Gilda. Her breath quickened and she ground her hips into her seat. When my hands got a little rougher here and there she seemed to quiver and press into them. I had no intention of stopping but this damn sweater was in the way.
Gilda looked into my eyes and a sound akin to a small whine was heard; begging me to keep going. I gripped the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her bountiful breasts. Gilda let out a small yelp as they bounced freely from the confines of the garment; heaving up and down over her tummy with laborious breathing.
“Oh,” was all I could say.
When my eyes locked with Gilda’s something within the both of us snapped. She gripped the back of my head and I placed a hand on the small of her back as our lips crashed against the others.
The kiss wasn’t romantic in the slightest. Fueled by our growing desires for the other, we acted on instinct like animals. A culmination of all the teasing and lewd comments led to this moment of us pressing our bodies together to feel the raw pleasure that only another’s touch could provide. It was as if Gilda was starved of affection and was now eating her fill.
Gilda and I took quick breaths when our lips separated only for us to dive right back in. I felt light headed every time her soft lips parted mine in order to slip her tongue in my mouth to dance with my own. When she licked the roof of my mouth I was beginning to see stars. To get back at her, I pulled and plucked at her nipples which seemed to get an appreciative moan from her. Wanting to test how far I could go, I twisted one slowly until she pulled away from my mouth and bit into my shoulder with a squeal.
“Ahh! Harder, do it harder you fuck!” Her voice was muffled by my sweatshirt but the message was crystal clear.
She kept up with her expletives as drool soaked into my shoulder. The pressure from the bite should have hurt but I could honestly barely feel it. Whether that was because of the padding of my clothes or the adrenaline, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that my cock was harder than it had ever been and was straining against my pants. Gilda didn’t seem the type to let someone else take the lead but damn she was really into this.
With a grunt I shoved Gilda off of me and she landed with her back pressed into the car door. Her hair was ruffled and strands were spilling over one of her eyes. Her chest was heaving now as she gulped in breaths to steady her heart. I loved what a mess she was but I wanted more. I leaned over her, lifted a breast to my face lapping and sucking as though my life depended on it. She gave a small moan to that but squealed when I bit her nipple.
There was no real rhythm or technique that guided me in that moment. Something had just come over me. I sucked and bit and pinched and squeezed. I had little control of myself as I just indulged in Gilda’s soft body. She wasn’t lying about her breasts being sensitive and I took full advantage of that fact. Her hands quickly made their home grasping my head as I gave this woman much needed relief. It was a complete turnaround from what she was normally like and it was intoxicating. I wanted more.
I continued my fondling of Gilda’s other breast with my hand but felt I needed to change up the pace. My hand retracted a tad from her tit and gave it a small slap. Gilda groaned in appreciation.
“Yeah, that’s it,” she said. “Keep going like that. I need this!”
My hand reeled back as much as I could within the confines of the car and it snapped like a whip across her breast. The slap of flesh was intense when it landed. Her skin rippled with the blow and quickly turned red where it had struck.
Gilda was writhing underneath me as she moaned my name. She was in ecstasy, having pleasure delivered on one end and pain on the other. I alternated from breast to breast until they both became covered with my spit and painted pink from the abuse. At that point I was drunk from the pleasure I was giving her. I didn’t think I had it in me to hurt a partner but something about Gilda made me lose myself to the sadism that she craved.
“…Wait. Stop!” Gilda’s yelling broke me away from my stupor. I was so enthralled by her body that I suppose I just zoned out.
“Y-yeah? What’s up?” I had hoped that I didn’t go too overboard. I knew she was tough but the last thing I wanted was to actually harm her.
“I want to see your cock,” she begged with half lidded eyes. “Let me touch it.”
She punctuated her remark by using her hands to cup the outlined bulge in my pants and palm at my erection. My member throbbed at the attention it was receiving, desperate for more stimulation. I grinded my cock into her welcoming hand and nodded.
“Uh… yeah, sure. Let’s, uh, let’s just go to the back okay? Not much room up here,” I stuttered.
She gave out a breathy giggle and gave a quick peck to my lips. “We’re definitely going to need the extra room to really stretch our legs.”
Gilda didn’t even bother to lower her top as she opened the door and went outside. I followed her lead and left the warm interior of the car and was assailed immediately by the bitter cold outside. The transition between the seating was swift as neither of us wanted to be away from the other any longer than possible. I quickly opened the back seat door and saw that Gilda had completely discarded her sweater and pants onto the floor; clad now in only black panties and some socks. The red welts on her breast were more prominent now that I had a moment to collect myself but I didn’t think that she would let me really hurt her. She could tell me to stop at any time if she wanted to.
Gilda traced her fingers over her chest and whimpered. “Hey, close the door and get in here! It’s cold as hell out there and I need you to warm me up, okay?”
“Y-yeah.” I cursed my lame remark and delved into the back seat. The door let out a loud clunk to signify that we were sheltered from the cold for the time being.
Gilda wasted no time and continued where we left off. Her lips planted on my own and our tongues wrestled one another’s for dominance. I placed my hand on her lower back to pull her closer to my frame and she responded by eagerly pressing her breasts against me. Gilda’s hands drifted lower from its place on my chest to my stomach and then finally to my aching cock confined in my pants.
“Oh, someone’s eager,” Gilda cooed. “Well don’t you worry about a thing cause I’m gonna take real good care of you.”
She rubbed my bulge with her palm, teasing me as her fingertips danced around the throbbing appendage. Only when I was all but humping into her hand did she stop. With practiced ease, Gilda was able to undo my belt and even my jeans. I’m just glad that I trimmed the garden- so to say- the other week. With my pants loose I lifted myself off the seat and she pulled them down to my knees allowing my cock to spring free.
It wasn’t a monster by any means. Honestly, I was afraid that Gilda would be disappointed by my average size after all the buildup. She brought her face closer to my cock and it looked as though she was appraising it, as strange as it sounds.
She gripped the base of my appendage and gave it a few small strokes. The pre-cum that pooled on my tip was now smeared all over my cock and her palm. Gilda brought the hand covered with my essence to her mouth and she lapped away to clean the sticky mess.
She savored the fluid like it was a fine wine before she continued. “Mmm, not too salty.”
“Um… thanks?” I nervously said.
She didn’t pay my comment any mind and went back to lovingly stroking my cock. Gilda slowly went up and down my shaft making sure that she caressed every inch. Once she was sure that I was properly at attention, she gripped the base and lowered her face to my member. Gilda drew in a breath and blew out air against my cock making it twitch angrily. The husky giggle she let out was melodic and made me realize I never stood a chance against this woman.
Gilda sealed my fate when she puckered her lips and gave the head a kiss. Pillowy soft, yet firm, she peppered my dick with her lips making sure I could hear every single one. I truly lost my mind when I felt that wet appendage of hers drag onto my cock. It was warm and soft as a trail of her spit trailed behind her tongue. It would have surely cooled in the air but Gilda made sure to constantly coat a new layer of her saliva on it.
The pleasure she was giving me was unmatched by anything I’d experienced in years. Gilda was pushing all of my buttons just right as she was guided by the shaking voice I let out whenever she traced a particularly sensitive spot. Giggling whenever I let out a moan she came at me with increased vigor and began to stroke my cock while massaging my balls.
It was a sensory overload and my brain was melting under Gilda’s heated fervor. I could feel the cum in my balls roiling and preparing to blast out of me. She was just toying with me at this point, but I wasn’t about to go down without a fight. I had to act fast or else I wouldn’t last long.
I rested my hand on Gilda’s back and massaged at her muscles. She gave an appreciative hum as she continued her ministrations. Using the guise of rubbing at her back my hand progressively slid downward until it reached my target. Her butt was full and shapely, most likely from the amount of sweets she consumed from baking. I took a handful of the soft fat on her rear, but it was nowhere near enough to encompass the whole cheek. Gilda moaned and retaliated by swirling the head of my cock with her tongue. Well if that’s the way she wants to play it.
My hand reeled back and cracked like a whip across her ass. The resounding clap of her flesh sounded off in the car like thunder. That set Gilda off. Gripping the base of my cock she actually stopped what she was doing and cried out in pleasure with that raspy voice of hers. Finally leveling out the playing field I poised my hand once more and repeated the action. The second slap was even harder than the first but I didn’t stop there. I continued to lay into her rear with gusto and alternated to a different cheek with each blow.
“What’s wrong, Gilda? I thought you said that you’d give me the five star treatment but it looks like you’re really slacking off. I’m not hurting the prissy lady, am I?”
I absolutely brutalized Gilda’s poor rear. Red handprints were haphazardly adorned all over without rhyme or reason to them. She was shuddering at this point and was mewling something incomprehensible. I couldn’t see her face from my position but she had stopped her attack on my dick.
“Huh, what was that?” I asked. “You got something to say?” I honestly had no idea where the confidence was coming from but I decided to just roll with it.
“Keep going,” she whispered.
I could barely hear her, but something in her tone had changed. It was raspy and sounded garbled when she spoke.
“Y-yeah?”
“You treat me as rough as you want. I want you to keep going-- and don’t you dare stop. I want you to fuck me up tonight. I want it. All of it.”
With that said she brought my cock back to her mouth and sealed a tight ring around the head. Gilda sucked me in as hard as she could while rolling her tongue around. It felt incredible but she didn’t stop there-- oh, no. She was making her way further down my shaft and it hit me that she was making it her mission to take me to the base. At the halfway point she began to lose some of her steam and slow down.
Of course that wasn’t good enough for Gilda. She was stubborn and slid back off my member only to try again. Every time she reached her limit she stopped, inhaled through her nose and swallowed at my cock. The soft velvet insides of her throat massaged around me and constricted my meat as she choked it down as best she could. She let out a frustrated grunt which caused her mouth to vibrate.
“Holy fuck, Gilda. That feels amazing.”
It wasn’t much, but she was making progress. Moving a few centimeters here and there her pace was now glacial. The sequence of events kept repeating itself while I mulled over Gilda’s words with what little brainpower I could muster-- she did say that she wanted it rough. Looming over Gilda, her face buried in my crotch, the temptation was there. I had long forgotten about her butt with how much enthusiasm she was showing my dick.
“Gilda. You told me to fuck you up, right?”
With a mouthful of my cock she hummed an affirmation. That’s all the go-ahead I needed. I put both hands on the back of her head and I could feel her tense up. We both knew what was going to happen so I gave her just a moment to prepare before I pushed her head on my cock. She went down smooth to where she made progress moments ago, but three quarters of the way down, Gilda was sputtering and coughing around me. She was close but just needed the extra nudge to get all the way to the base.
“Almost there, Gilda,” I said. “Remember to breathe through your nose.”
That was the way it was supposed to go right? But, I’m sure that it was much easier said than done.
All I got was a groan in return. Gilda’s throat was shuddering around the intrusive invader and coughing to clear out her airway. It felt incredible for me but Gilda was most certainly uncomfortable. Through trial and error she got the rhythm down and her breathing stabilized through her nose. I couldn’t tell what head I was thinking with at the time but it was decided to rip this Band-Aid off. The distance Gilda had left was minimal so without warning I jammed my cock the rest of the way down her throat. After all of her setbacks Gilda had finally reached the base.
“Good girl.”
Pre-cum was oozing from my tip and straight to Gilda’s stomach without so much as a drop touching her tongue. That thought alone almost made me cum.
“Gilda, I don’t know how much longer I can last,” I slowly said. “I’m going to go all out and I’m not going to stop till I shoot every drop in you. Okay?”
I didn’t bother to wait for a response as I tightly gripped her hair to keep her head in place and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Her throat was going crazy with my jackhammer thrusts brutalizing her maw. It fluttered to keep herself from asphyxiating but the tightening had the opposite effect on me as I didn’t want to leave her throat for even a moment. The little puffs of air I felt against me when she was forced to reach the base, the sounds of Gilda sputtering and choking on my cock, and the sensation of the hot wet hole I was impaling were egging me on to dominate this woman in front of me.
It became easier for Gilda as I built a specific tempo of thrusts that quickened and slowed. Of course I didn’t want to make it too easy for her and changed it up when I felt she was becoming too comfortable. When I did change the routine she let out a big cough around my dick and tightened her throat immensely.
Drool was coming down my shaft and pooled around my balls which had been long forgotten. It seemed in my haze I hadn’t noticed that she stopped tending to them. A glance over to Gilda’s body showed me that while her hands were no longer occupied with me, she was still putting them to work. She was fervently massaging and playing with her own loins. Blood was thumping in my ears but now that I noticed what she was doing I could hear slick wet fingers rubbing and penetrating flesh. She was actually getting off on me abusing her like this. That was too much for me and my balls tightened.
“Shit! Fuck, Gilda. I’m gonna cum!”
My thrusts were faster and much more erratic now as I reached my peak. I pushed and held Gilda’s head at the base of my cock as I shot my load directly down her throat. One throb, two, and then three. It felt like I was emptying out my entire sac into her stomach.
Gilda was having trouble swallowing it all and had a coughing fit. Her body couldn’t figure out if it wanted to breathe or swallow so she choked it down as best she could while my seed was starting to paint her lips. My orgasm had finally died down and a haze was lifted from eyes. It was easily one of if not the most intense experience I’d ever had in my life. The high was gone now and what was left was a sense of euphoria and a feeling of calm I hadn’t felt in some time.
The death grips I had on Gilda’s head went slack and relaxed on her back. She pulled herself away from my softening member and strands of saliva and cum clung to her. Exhausted, she propped her head on my thigh to recover. My hands patted her back to help her out but it was more so a token gesture than anything since I had the literal soul sucked out of me prior.
She was still coughing to help clear her airways of my seed but she didn’t look perturbed at her treatment in the slightest. Quite the opposite in fact. A large goofy grin was plastered on her face and it was disquieting to me seeing her smile this much.
With a shaky arm Gilda sat upwards and wiped the mess left on her face with her hand. It didn’t really help much as the gunk just smeared into her skin.
“Hold on, there’s some wet wipes in here,” I said.
Reaching over the front seats I stretched my arm out to open the glove compartment. Inside was a small package of the wipes which I grabbed and peeled opened to present her with. Gilda’s face was a mess as it was strewn with running mascara from her eyes, some snot beneath her nose and cum that was smudged on her cheeks and lips. Gilda was still coughing here and there but it seemed that the worst was past. She grabbed the wipe from my hands and cleaned herself off.
The silent treatment she was giving me was a little unnerving. I fidgeted in my seat no longer spellbound by the naked woman before me.
“Are you okay? I didn’t go overboard did I?” I timidly asked.
After scrubbing her face of all the grime, she tightly balled up the used trash and gently tossed it at my face. I flinched when it hit but I could see that Gilda was smirking at me.
“I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. I told you that I wanted it rough didn’t I? Besides, you absolutely destroyed my throat. A girl needs a moment to recover from a swabbing like that,” she explained in a raspy voice.
That being said she sensually draped an arm over me and rested her face on my chest. My arms followed suit and I pulled her into me. She leaned into my body and curled her legs underneath herself on the seat. I was following her lead for the most part but I couldn’t complain. It felt like the right thing to do in that moment was to hold Gilda in my arms and just bask in the afterglow.
“This is… nice.” I said.
Gilda chuckled as she rubbed her cheek against me. “Well you just had your cock sucked by me, so I imagine it would be.”
“W-well…”
“Relax, I know what you meant. But I’m not really into all that mushy stuff.”
“Sure… so what happens now then?”
“Well, this isn’t the end by any means; I won’t let you off the hook that easy. Soon as your little buddy wakes up we’re going for round two-- and let me tell you, if you’re half as enthusiastic as you were fucking my throat, then my poor body is in for a ride.”
“Oh…”
“Something wrong with that? Don’t tell me you’re gonna leave a girl hanging?” Gilda joked.
“It’s not that exactly. I just didn’t exactly think this was how my evening was going to pan out. I don’t exactly have a condom on hand.”
Gilda just giggled. “Man, you’re so cute sometimes.”
“Only sometimes?”
“Ugly mug like yours makes it impossible for you to do cute. Yeah, you have you’re moments, but I have to pick up your slack and look good for the both of us.”
“Very amusing. But still…”
It seemed that Gilda could sense my trepidation so she sat up and cradled my face with her hands. In a more serious tone she continued. “Hey now, it’s okay. I’m a big girl, I take the pill. I’m not gonna just fuck around without thinking these things through. I wouldn’t just do this with anyone. You’re… special to me. Besides, I want our first time to be really memorable.”
It seemed that she was way more mindful about these types of things than I originally thought. It also led me to believe that she was planning something like this to happen from the start. From the way she was talking I could tell that she was sincere. That comment of hers though caught my attention. I meant something to her. Something that went beyond just some one night stand and beyond friendship. The mood was getting pretty heavy though.
“First time, huh?” I teased.
“Well… if you want,” Gilda shyly murmured. “I like you, and I want to… you know. Guh, I’m not good at this sappy shit. I just mean that, well...”
While it was amusing to see the normally confidant and brash Gilda flounder a bit, I knew that she was probably very self-conscious in that moment. I cupped a hand under her chin and pointed her face to mine for a kiss. She melted into me and all her worries and doubts were sure to follow suit. But really, I didn’t have a chance against this woman-- none at all.
When I pulled back there was a noticeable blush on Gilda’s face that I found adorable. Of course she couldn’t let the moment be as it was.
“That’s was pretty gay, not gonna lie.”
I cocked my eyebrow at her. “In what way was that possibly gay?”
“Dude, I was slobbering on your knob just a second ago. But if that’s how you roll I won’t judge. Honestly it’s--”
I cut her short by planting my lips on her own once again, which quickly turned into me peppering her face with kisses. Gilda squirmed about, giggling all the while under my antics and playfully swatting at me. Her laughter was gruff and what some might call unpleasant, but it never was to me. It was one of the cutest things I had ever heard and hoped to keep hearing.
She was right about the dick thing though, but I honestly didn’t care. I just couldn’t help thinking on how lucky I was to have met her.
I finished my teasing by stealing one more kiss from her lips and resting my forehead against her own. “I think I’ll survive.”
As I gazed into her eyes I could see that, while lust was prominent within her orbs, it was overshadowed by a warmth that I felt that I could lose myself in. Everything just felt… right.
“Good. If you got squeamish with just that then you’d definitely be a dweeb,” Gilda teased.
We fell into a comfortable silence until Gilda felt my member poke at her tummy. It seemed that the intermission had finally come to an end and I was ready for the second round. Her hand gently wrapped around my shaft and gave a few cursory pumps. In response my cock angrily throbbed as her delicate digits massaged at me.
“Someone’s finally awake,” she cooed. “Let’s get this show on the road then.” She slid her panties off and tossed them aside. I expected more hair but I suppose Gilda wasn’t too keen on it. Her pubic mound was neatly shaved and looked smooth to the touch while her lower lips looked plump and inviting after all we had done. She was absolutely raring to go that was certain.
As eager as I was to move on to the main event, I got to thinking that everything this night so far had been just revolving around me. “Wait, I should return the favor,” I offered. “It’s only fair.”
“Hmm? I mean that’s fine and all, but I got myself nice and ready while you were brutalizing my throat, dude.”
“But still, isn’t that only… proper?”
“What a gentleman, you are,” she laughed. “I sucked you off because I wanted to suck you off. I didn’t do it because I expected you to return the favor. It’s not a transaction, dude. Oh, we’ll have lots of time for that stuff later, don’t you worry. For now though, I need you inside me.”
Gilda pushed my back up against the seat as she rested her hands upon my shoulders. In one quick motion she had herself straddled on top of my lap. My dick nestled against her petals, the juices from her sex seeped out with even the slightest touch. Even from the outside the heat she was generating was unbelievable.
Back and forth, she grinded on the underside of my shaft. I reactively bucked my hips upward but Gilda kept me in place, ensuring that I was exactly where she wanted me. She let out a husky chuckle and tittered at me like I was some impatient teenager.
“Oh you look real nice with that pathetic look on your face-- very cute.”
After some more teasing she raised herself and poised above my member. Gilda rubbed my tip against her folds leaving me gasping and writhing in pleasure as I closed my eyes.
“You ready?” she asked.
She had this real smug look on her face while she was teasing me, but as I opened my eyes, I saw that it was replaced with a gentle tenderness. Gilda must have been nervous as well despite all the confidence she displayed so far.
I gently rested my palms upon her hips and nodded. “Ready.”
Slowly, she descended downwards as she speared herself with my tip, gasping as she did so. Inch by inch, my cock was swallowed up by her pussy. It was unreal: I had never went in raw with any of my other girlfriends. The heat was nothing like I had ever felt before; even Gilda’s mouth couldn’t compare to this. It was snug, but she wasn’t lying when she said that she was raring to go. It was like an overripe fruit as juices gushed from her mound, making it slick and easier to penetrate. The walls were as soft as silk as they massaged against the foreign intruder. The ridges inside tickled and teased my head as it burrowed deeper within her. With some finagling, she bottomed out and took me all the way to the root.
We both took a moment to adjust to the sensations that were overwhelming our brains. Gilda shuddered on top of me and placed her hands upon my shoulders for balance. Her eyes fluttered as she sharply inhaled. I wasn’t any better. My hands clenched at the soft flesh on her sides. Instinct roared at me to take this woman but I held steady.
“Nice… tight… fit,” Gilda grunted.
“You’re not kidding,” I groaned. “Fucking hell.”
She lifted herself up before lowering back down in an agonizingly slow pace. The process repeated until a decent rhythm was built. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Gilda as she mewled in pleasure during her ministrations.
When our eyes locked she leaned in for a kiss. It wasn’t out of lust but instead to show her affection in a moment of vulnerability. Gilda then hugged me tight against herself and grasped at my hair. Her face rested next to my cheek as she panted. Spurred on by her actions I slunk my hands behind her and palmed at her butt. The orbs were soft but there was still an underline firmness to it. With my grip secured around her I began to thrust. Gilda’s moans picked up and hot air cascaded into my ear. It was clumsy at first as we tried to match the other but we got our movements synchronized after timing our hips.
Our combined musk mixed together creating a cocktail of pheromones that addled my head. The sound of our lovemaking reverberated against the interior of the car. By now the windows were fogged up making it hard to see the outside-- not that it would matter. My whole world in that moment was Gilda, and Gilda alone.
The pace was picking up now as her butt clapped against my thighs every time she descended with little ‘plap, plap, plap’ sounds. To change things up she would force herself all the way to the base again and grind her hips in clockwise swirls. Gilda dug her nails into the cloth of my sweater and dragged them across my back.
It was a challenge to hang on. Gilda was a machine: Faster and faster she bounced on me as I feebly tried to keep up with her. If I didn’t do something quick I was going to blow my load way before she finished.
She seemed to like it when I took over before, so in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand, I held her tightly and pinned Gilda against the seat beneath me. She squawked in surprise and latched tightly around my body.
I pulled my legs free of my jeans and grunted. “I’ll take over.”
She was still trying to catch her breath when she responded. “Y-yeah, sure. You don’t have to ask you know?”
A guttural moan erupted from her as I pulled my hips back and slammed back into her depths. “I wasn’t.”
My hands were planted firm on the seat and rested next to both sides of her head. Again and again I pumped inside her to gain back the lost rhythm. While I was pistoning away at her depths, Gilda wrapped her legs around my hips.
I was getting close that was certain. In a last ditch effort, I angled my thrusts into her walls as best as I could in search of her weak spot. Gilda moaned all the same and groaned out my name, but I knew that I wouldn’t be satisfied unless she got off too.
Sweat was pouring down my brow from my exertions. It felt like I was burning up with my sweater and cursed that I left it on. The whines and whimpers Gilda made were fluctuating constantly as I jackhammered into different spots. She must have figured out what I was trying to do as she soon went about helping me.
“A little higher! Higher. Too high; just a little lower. Almost, almost… There! Right there!” She screamed.
The hot and cold guidance got me to land the mark. I slammed away precisely where she had told me and soon Gilda was a quivering mess. Her moans culminated in a fevered pitch letting me know that I was on the right track.
Above her like I was I could see all of Gilda in her beauty. Normally, she acted and had the look of general thug. Now though, with her breasts heaving with every thrust, the sweet sighs and coo’s as she gasped, the face she made as she writhed in pleasure. The exposed vulnerability of her naked form accentuated her femininity that contrasted with the brutish persona she had. She was beautiful.
As I had these thoughts an imminent problem made itself known. My climax was going to happen much quicker than I had anticipated at the pace I was going.
“Shit,” I grunted. “G-gilda, I’m close.”
“Fuck, so am I. Just hold on for me!” She begged.
I clenched my teeth. “I can’t hold on for much longer.”
“Choke me!”
“W-what!?”
“Grip my throat, but don’t push down on it,” she yelled. “Hurry up and just do it!”
Taking any advice that I could, I did as she said. One of my hands rested on her throat, but I heeded her warning. I was careful to not put any weight on her as my fingers constricted around her neck. I could hear Gilda straining to inhale but she didn’t look like she was in any discomfort; quite the opposite. Plastered on her face she had this dopey grin as I continued to choke her.
“Just like that,” she said in a strained voice. “So close. Harder!”
I didn’t know if she meant my pumps or the grip on her throat so I just upped the intensity of both. She whimpered in that guttural tone as she gasped for more air. Spittle was dribbling down her chin and had trailed over my thumb. This was it. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m gonna cum!” I grunted.
Gilda tightened her legs around me. “Inside! Do it inside!”
I gave a few more thrusts and shoved my cock as far as it could go. The sensations were too much and I clenched my eyes shut. My balls tightened as I blasted my seed deep within her. Gilda howled when the first shot hit. One, two, three, and then four: it felt like that was the hardest I had ever cum in my life. I twitched with every spurt but soon enough it ended. I slowly opened my eyes and huffed and puffed like I had just finished a marathon.
When I looked back to Gilda she had frozen up and had went cross-eyed. Her mouth was agape but she didn’t seem to be breathing. In a panic I removed my hand from her neck and tapped the side of her face. Relief washed over me though when she suddenly inhaled and violently shuddered.
“D-don’t… move,” she warned. “Too much. Give m-me a second.”
I wasn’t in any hurry so I held steady. After a minute it seemed that she had relaxed some. While I wanted to keep this tranquil feeling going, my cock had been softening up inside her and slipped free. She let out a little gasp when it happened but said not a word after. Gilda’s pussy twitched when I left her, and without my appendage there, cum trickled out of it.
Both of us were a complete mess with ruffled hair and splattered with gunk, but I didn’t care. Gilda brought my head down to hers and kissed me. What we did together was on a completely different level from what I had experienced before. It was something deeply spiritual and primal. She smiled at me and I knew that she felt the same. We never said it out loud, but now, we were finally together.
“Feeling… better?” I asked.
“So much better, you have no idea,” she dreamily said. “I haven’t cum that hard in a long time.”
“Yeah, I completely rocked your world,” I joked.
“And there goes the moment,” she laughed and flicked me right on the forehead.
I faux rubbed at the spot where I was hit. “Hey, I thought you weren’t into all that lovey-dovey stuff?”
“Yeah, but you were totally asking for it.”
I lied on top of her as best as I could with such little space. Gilda’s legs had since let go of their death grip on me as she relaxed into the seat. My head rested on her breasts and I could faintly hear the beating of her heart. It was… nice.
“So what happens now?” I asked.
She closed her eyes and hummed. “Are you free tomorrow?”
“Yeah… yeah I’m free.”
“Good. You’re taking me out on a date then. We skipped a couple steps and I believe that there was some wining and dining that I missed out on.”
“Anywhere specific you had in mind?”
She intertwined her fingers with my own, a smile on her face. “Nah, let’s just take it as it goes.”
“Well, just to let you know, I don’t usually put out on the first date.”
Gilda giggled. “You’re such a dweeb.”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “But, I’m your dweeb.”
