LARPing Around

Megan pulled my cock towards here against her cunt and sat down. I was too overwhelmed by the feel of her enveloping me to resist, and she bobbed up and down on my cock, squeezing my penis rhythmically. For someone who had until recently been a inexperienced virgin, she displayed a truly wild side: groaning as she rocked back and forth on top of me, her wonderfully hard nipples rubbing up and down against my chest. She must have been able to tell I was going to try to stop because she grabbed me and squeezed hard while pushing herself down on me. She must have been holding herself back, because the moment I started squirting into her she started moaning and I could feel the ripples of her orgasm milking every last drop of cum out of me. I was once again right against her cervix, but I was too far gone to even think about any possible consequences.

Megan collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, with my slowly softening manhood still deep inside her. I'm not sure how long we just lay there in each others arms, but it was starting to get dark by the time the rain stopped. We silently dressed, our earlier shyness long gone, and I couldn't help but admire her tight, perfectly formed ass as she pulled her panties back up her long, athletic legs. It was getting a little cold, and I held out my waistcoat, which she happily accepted this time.

Neither of us said a word as we walked home, but somewhere along the way we ended up holding hands with Megan pressed up against my side, her head resting against my arm. Our flat was cold and dark, so Megan turned on the old electric fire in the lounge before grabbed an old duvet and sat on the sofa, holding it open as an invitation. Memories of the last time she had done this were still fresh in my mind, but I took her up on the offer, thankful that this time we were still fully dressed. We sat there, watching some old movie on the telly, while my mind raced. Sitting next to Megan with her head resting on my shoulder, but not actually holding her, kissing her, making love to her, was almost painful. All my life I lacked any sence of direction, any purpose. I was only at university because it seemed like the next logical step, and only studying maths and physics because they were something I was good at. I had no idea what I wanted to do, but it was clear that the thought of not having Megan in my life was unbearable.

“Megan, you're my best friend and my soul mate.” I waited until the film ended and I had her undivided attention, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“What took you so long to work that out?” She asked jokingly, “Come to bed with me.”

Taking me by the hand, she led me to her room, then stood before me with a smile on her face as she undid the straps holding up her dress. It fell to the floor, leaving her standing there in just her white cotton panties, which were already damp in the crotch. Pulling off my shirt and jeans as fast as I could, I stepped over two her and putting my arms around her, bent down to kiss her deeply on the lips. I don't know why, but even though I had kissed her before, it felt different, as if something had changed. Breaking away from her lips, I moved down her neck, then dropped to my knees so I was at the perfect hight to kiss, lick and nibble on her perfect breasts. She let out a low moan as I lavished my attention on them, and I look my time, kissing every square inch of exposed flesh.

With some reluctance I bed them farewell, and continued my way down Megan's body, my tongue darting in and out of her navel as I passed, a foretaste of what I had planned.

Megan’s excitement was clear, a moist patch already forming on her thin cotton panties. I planted a kiss on the semi-transparent cloth, my tough licking at it in an attempted to taste what lay beyond. The soft fabric rubbed against her clit, making her arch her back and moan deeply. Taking this as an instruction to proceed, I hooked my thumbs round the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. Guiding her over to the bed, I bid Megan to sit, then lifted her legs up and rested them over my shoulders as moved in closer. While my fingers spread her neither-lips, my tongue darting in and out of her slit as fast as I could make it move and my thumb played with her exposed and erect clit.

My tongue slid up and down her slit, then circled her clit slowly: Megan leaned back, making a strange purring sound that resonated throughout her entire body as she rubbed her thighs against the side of my head. Gently nibbling at her exposed clit, I sent Megan into spasm, her boy stiffening as her orgasm took her. I responded by flicking my tongue over her clit as I held it between my teeth, drawing the orgasm out for as long as possible. A fresh flood of juices flowed from deep within Megan, and I eagerly lapped it up.

“That was amazing!” Megan panted as she lay back on her bed, “I always suspected you were a cunning linguist, Dan, but that was...”

“What sort of gentleman would expect head if he was unwilling to give it in return?” I ask with a sly grin, “You taste like honey.”

“Then I suppose it's only fair that I return the favour...” She grinned as she pulled me down onto the bed beside her, then slid down until her head was level with my lap. She reached into my boxers and ran her fingers up and down my erect manhood. I couldn't help but gasp at the contact, almost cumming there and then as she took a firm grip of my erection and started to stroke up and down. Moving closer, she pulled it free and kissed the head, tasting the pre-cum that was seeping from it. With a wicked smile, she licked the end like it was a lolly-pop before enveloping the head with her lips.

“Oh God…” I gasped as she moved further down, enveloping half of my length with her mouth as she continued to stroke the rest with her hand.

Realising that I probably wouldn't last long, Megan removed her hand, and taking a deep breath through her nose, she slowly took my manhood deeper and deeper into her mouth. I felt it brush against the back of her throat as she ran her tongue along the underside. Her head bobbed up and down, leaving a thin sheen of saliva on my overly sensitive skin as she coaxed me closer and closer to orgasm. Grunting, I tangled both hands in her hair and pushed down on her head, forcing my dick into her throat as I came. Megan sucked and let out little whimpers, sending vibrations up and down my cock as I continued to pump cum down her throat. She kept sucking until I was spent, then licked me clean as I went limp in her mouth.

“You liked?” She asked, licking her lips to catch the few drops that had escaped.

“I liked!” I nodded my head, my eyes glazed over, “I liked a lot!”

“Good, because I'm very interested in having a go at a '69' in the near future.” Megan moved round next to me, “Now, we really should get under these covers before we get cold.”

Summoning up my last reserves of strength, I managed to reorientate myself and slipped between the sheets, spooning up behind her. The feel of her warm, willing body pressed up against mine would normally have been enough to get me rock hard again, but while the mind was willing, the flesh was weak. So instead I contented myself with wrapping my arms around her and holding her close, never intending to let her go.

“How long have you been on the Pill?” I asked, my voice somewhat muffled by the fact that my face was nuzzled up amid her hair.

“I'm not. I did take it for a while when I was fourteen to try and regulate my periods, but there were some unpleasant side affects.” She squeezed my hand, “And as I wasn't sexually active at the time, the doctor said there was no medical reason to keep taking it, so I stopped.”

“But before, in the shed!” I was suddenly very much awake, “When I asked about protection, you said it was okay!”

“I said it was okay for you to cum in me; I never said I was on the pill.” She turned round to face me, “I needed to feel you inside me, with nothing in the way. And having your baby isn't exactly something I'd be unhappy with if it did happen.”

I started to protest, but once again she silenced me with a kiss.

“Dan, you've already pumped two full loads right up against my cervix, and I'm right in the very middle of my cycle.” Megan spoke mater-of-factly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to discuss, “In fact, I'm pretty sure I was ovulating this morning, so if you're going to get me pregnant this month, then the chances are you already did. As that's the case, we may as well enjoy ourselves and wait to see what happens. If I'm not pregnant, I'll go to a doctor and see about getting one of those new contraceptive implants. And if I am, well, would that be so bad?”

I went to sleep with the thought that my child could already be growing inside Megan.

The next day was a Sunday, and neither of us had any plans, so we spent the day in bed, making love and talking. I could have gone to my room and retrieved my stash of condoms, but I was addicted to the feel of entering her bareback, our bodies connecting in the most intimate and natural way. A few days later I stated to move my things into her room, as it was clear that I wasn't going to be leaving her bed any time soon. The day her next period was due came and went without incident, and she started feeling nauseous first thing, but never enough to actually be physically sick.

“Morning sickness?” I asked, unsure what I wanted the answer to be.

“I think so.” Megan nodded, “I picked up a home pregnancy test on the way back for class.”

The next three minutes were the longest of my life.

“This isn't the 1950's: I'm not going to insist that you marry me if I am pregnant.” Megan smiled, “But if I am, then I'm keeping it; there's no question about that. I can take a gap-year, then go back yo university and complete my studies.”

“I'm not the kind of man to abandon the woman I love because she's pregnant.” I embraced her, “And as for marriage...I want to spent the rest of my life with you, and I would like to be able to show the world that you're mine, but I'm not going to push you into anything you're not ready for.”

“You already have, in a way.” She held up the strip, the word 'pregnant' clearly viable, “Congratulations, daddy!” She kissed me, then lent back and laughed, “Now all we have to do is tell my parents that the one thing they were hoping to avoid when I moved away for university has happened, and the man responsible is the very same one they hoped would stop!”

“Oh no!” I groaned, “They're going to kill me for this...”

They didn't, and neither did my parents: It seems they all felt it was only a matter of time before Megan and I got together, and had been expecting it for years.

Why am I always the last one to know these things?

The End