An Unlikely Connection: Part 3

Chapter 8: New Beginning

"You're so dumb," she said after letting the first moan come through. I moved back and forth without making too much sound. The house was dead silent. Besides the AC fans, the subtle noise within the house was my legs smacking her. She kept her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. "Move quicker," she said. The faster I thrust, the louder the contact with her skin got. Her breathing intensified. She had to brace her face to suppress all reactions. I kept going until she suddenly put her hand above my crotch. Her knees shot toward my hips. I stopped moving when I saw her body tremble.

"Oh my god," I said and pulled out. "Did I hurt you?"

"Fuck! That was an intense one!" She said, laughing silently. "Come back. Come back. I'm fine." She put me back inside of her. Thirty seconds later, her body shook and her legs came in again. "Oh, god," she said, groaning. I saw her abdomen flex. She pulled her forearms back and pressed them against the side of her ribs.

"Yosefin? What's happening to you?"

"Amazing stuff! Keep going! I'm loving it!"

I kept going until I couldn't. It was an exhilarating, playful, and surprisingly informative time. The sex I watched in porn when I was younger wasn't drawn out in the way we did. I didn't expect we would stop fucking to watch amateur porn together to make sure we were utilizing more intimate positions. Sometimes we would talk dirty to replace our quiet rowdy moans and grunts. She had the best lines even though some were cringeful yet laughable. When we weren't having sex, we would lay together and talk about random shit out of the blue before returning.

After we had the most vocally, spine-chilling, awkward, yet thrill-inducing time of our lives, we lay in a splotchy bed without saying a word. I was on my back and she was face down holding a pillow against her chest. I couldn't believe I willingly and continually without an ounce of control managed to have sex until I couldn't. She was right about the condom analogy. Plus, there were things I didn't know her body would do until it happened. My body didn't do the things she did. When we were watching porn together, I noticed most guys wearing condoms no matter where they went. But, there was a noticeable consistency to the ones who were doing what I could only do for her. I asked her again why I wasn't using one. She said that her mutated body produces lubrication through arousal. She mentioned women also have the same capability but it wasn't where the sun didn't shine.

The bizarre incidents I saw at the beginning she had to explain afterward was that no one experienced the types of orgasms she had. Her body would spasm and shake when she climaxed. Sometimes she'd momentarily expel whatever came out of her. It was clear, had no color or smell, and resembled nothing like what I expected. Considering all of the unnatural aspects I saw throughout our time together, I didn't think she would shock me with more surprises.

"Your tremors seemed to stop," I said. "How are you feeling now?"

"So good," she said softly and then squeezed her pillow. "So fucking good. How about you?" She asked and rolled over to see me. "Did you have some fun with your girlfriend?"

"I did and I'm mad at myself for not doing this sooner."

"Don't be," she said and snuggled on top of me. "You weren't into that at the time." She spoke with such care. Her voice was quiet yet clear, unlike a whisper. "Hey, you've made me such a happy girl today, Joshy."

"I'm glad to hear that, babe."

"I love it when you call me that," she said and scooted up my chest to make out with me. Her tongue went into my mouth. When it touched mine, she pulled away. A line of spit connected our lips. It drooped before splitting. Some of it landed on my chest while parts of it adhered to her chin. She came back and did the same thing, but I was ready. Her tongue felt slimy and soft. I could barely match her libido. I had to turn away to catch my breath.