Camel Toe

"Boyfriend," I say, smiling, happy. This is so cool. Finally. Finally I have a hunky blonde haired blue-eyed gweilo boyfriend who knows how to drive me out of my mind. There's something to be said for a test run. No disappointment here, that's for sure. Altho my Mom and Dad might not be too happy that I'm dating a gweilo guy. But hey, it's not like I'm going to tell them we're getting married. Anyhow, who knows how long he's going to last. It's not like I'm in love with him. At least, I don't think I am.

And, uh, maybe I should get to know him a bit better before I start thinking silly thoughts. Who knows how serious he is about me. I have no idea. I'm overthinking all of this, I know. But the way he's touching me, I just know he wants to do it with me again. And really, I'm not opposed to that at all.

I wonder if he'd like to stay the night. Sometime, I'll have to go out and get our clothes. That's going to be a bit embarrassing, but on the other hand, my housemates are going to be so jealous that I'm hooked up with a hunky blonde one too. And on Valentine's Day too.

How romantic! Yaaaaaay for Kinky.

"Want to have a shower with me?" I gasp as his fingers touch me where I'm all excited. And messy. Definitely messy.

"Sure," he says, kissing me again. And again. His fingers are doing terribly exciting things to me.

"Okay," I gasp, sliding of him, standing up, cupping myself with those tissues again as gravity does its work and there's a sudden flow of wetness there.

"Aiiyyaaaahhh." I make a mad dash to the shower. Zeke follows me in as I turn the water on. He's very quick with the soap, washing me everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. His hands are to die for. When I wash him, he gets hard really quickly. So big and hard. Wonderfully hard. My soapy hand strokes him, my other hand soaps his balls, enjoying the expression on his face.

"I want to do you again," Zeke says, hands turning me to face the shower wall. "Put your hands here, Kinky."

I do. I'm eager to do what he wants me to do. He does what I know he wants to do to me. It's exactly what I want him to do.

"Uuugghhhhhh." I jerk upwards on my toes as his cock presses up into me but his hands hold me, irresistibly pull me back down onto him as his cock surges up inside me. God, he's so strong. His cock's so big. So deep inside me. Filling me full. Splitting me in half? Not quite and I love it. I love it. I love what he's doing to me.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kinky," he grunts as his cock fucks me hard and I can't say anything because I'm too busy moaning but it is. It's the happiest Valentine's Day ever and my last coherent thought is that if this is what those short tight shorts do to Zeke, well, I'll wear those shorts for him again whenever he wants me too. I'll take them off for him any time he wants me too as well.

Camel toe? I want Zeke to see mine as often as he wants.

Now that I know what a Camel Toe is.