After five minutes in that position, I grew bored and slammed Eve's body onto the soft bed, but she quickly got up again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, grabbed my lips, and kissed me passionately, her head swaying from side to side.
Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as she rubbed her crotch against my stomach.
"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." she moaned, clearly enjoying my body.
It turned out Eve was very lustful. Maybe she wasn't the one I was using as an outlet. But actually, I was the one she was using as an outlet. I muttered in surprise.
I lowered Eve, and she lay down, staring at me, spreading her legs wide while smiling.
"Yangg... put it in..." she said while stroking her own vagina.
Hearing those words come from Eve's thin lips, I didn't immediately obey her. I crawled onto the bed, then bent down until my nose met her wet vagina.
I licked her clitoris while inserting one finger into her vaginal opening.
I gently explored her entrance.
"Aaahh... ngh... ahh..." Eve moaned softly.
Still not satisfied, I quickened my pace.
Faster and faster until it made a loud sound accompanied by a small spurt of clear fluid.
I glanced at my girlfriend—her eyes were shut tight, her teeth sinking into the pillowcase.
"Put it in... I can't take it anymore... aahhh," she pleaded breathlessly.
Feeling sorry for her, I rubbed the head of my penis against Eve's vaginal lips, feeling the warmth and wetness. Once I felt it was in the right spot, I held her knees and thrust my penis inside her forcefully.
"Aaaaaaahhh..." my girlfriend moaned as she endured the thrust of my large shaft.
Eve's vagina was so tight and narrow. Slowly, I pulled my penis out and thrust it back in.
Pulling it out almost completely, then thrusting it back in with all my strength until my penis was fully inside her.
"Yes... yes, that's it... it feels so good... ahhh, yes... yes, yes... ahhh." My girlfriend suddenly moaned louder after I pumped her vagina hard.
"Ahh... yes, it feels so good... don't stop, keep going... ahh, yes... harder... ahh, ahh…"Eve was babbling incoherently.
The more intense my thrusts became, the more incoherent her babbling grew.
My girlfriend's hands reached for her clitoris and began rubbing it herself, causing her to writhe in ecstasy.
Feeling satisfied with that position, I lowered my body beside Eve without withdrawing my penis.
She matched my movements and tilted her position.
Now I was hugging her from behind. I squeezed her breasts and kissed the back of her neck.
Slap.. slap.. slap..
The sound of my thrusts echoed loudly as they struck my girlfriend's buttocks. Sweat poured down our bodies as we indulged in the pleasure that could lead to addiction.
After a few minutes, Eve turned sideways toward me, took hold of my penis, and kissed my lips.
Then she spread my legs and climbed on top of me.
She guided my shaft toward her vagina, then inserted my penis.
Her body moved with mine — slow at first, then faster, more desperate.
"It feels so good... aahh..." I groaned, the pleasure nearly unbearable.
"Don't move... ahh, I'm— I'm about to— ahh...!"
A long scream echoed through the room, ending the exhausting session.
Eve and I orgasmed almost simultaneously. White fluid flowed out of my girlfriend's vagina.
Her body collapsed on top of me, and I hugged her tightly and kissed her delicate lips tenderly.
Due to exhaustion, Eve and I stayed at the hotel that night.
Coincidentally, her parents were visiting relatives outside the city.
Around 5 a.m., we checked out of the hotel to avoid being late for class.
I left for class earlier that day. I rode my scooter leisurely, breathing in the fresh morning air and taking in the scenery.
From a distance, I saw a girl exiting the gate. She was cycling in the same direction as me.
Then a mischievous idea popped into my head to tease her. I sped up my motorcycle to catch up and ride alongside her bike.
"Hi..!" I said confidently.
The woman remained silent, continuing to pedal without looking back.
"I know your father's name!" I said again, trying to provoke her.
I was startled when she turned to look at me.
"Veronica...! It's you!" I said, feeling a bit embarrassed because the person I was teasing was her.
"Hi, sir..! We meet again, don't we..?" the beautiful woman in a hijab said, flashing a smile at me.
"Yeah, how coincidental...! Hehe," I replied, returning her smile.
Along the way to campus, the two of us continued together.
Since we weren't very familiar with each other, we didn't talk much. We only asked each other about ourselves.
Veronica is in her third semester studying medicine.
She mentioned that she received a scholarship to study at this college. She said she lives in a rented apartment with her sister-in-law, who works as a street vendor selling fried rice.
It seemed like she was being honest.
It was evident from her simple attire.
In short, Veronica and I exchanged phone numbers, then arrived at college and went to our respective classes.
~ ~ ~
The next morning, I ordered an online ride-hailing service again. I couldn't feel at ease until I returned home and saw my mother's condition for myself.
This time, I had already talked to Eve, and she agreed. At first, she insisted on coming along.
But I refused for various reasons. I didn't want her to know more about my family.
Ring… ring…
"Hello, Jax!" Benny's voice came through the phone.
"Ben, what are you doing now? Are you busy?" I asked.
"I'm bathing the bird right now... it's so slippery... I'm using baby oil... hahaha..." said Benny.
"Seriously, I'm serious..." I said, sighing.
"Hehe... what's up? Why are you calling?" asked Benny.
"Please pick me up at the usual spot. Don't worry, I'll fill up the gas tank," I pleaded.
"On my way."
Click, click, click.
While waiting for the ride, I stopped by a small roadside café to rest and drink coffee.
I relaxed, flirting with the coffee sellers around the minibus stop.
Soon Benny arrived and took me away, leaving the coffee seller flustered because of my antics.
I told him to drop me off a bit far from home, intentionally wanting to surprise my mom.
When we arrived, the house was quiet and the door was locked.
I tried calling my mom, but the phone was off.
Luckily, I always carry a spare key when I come home.
I opened the door and heard the sound of running water in the bathroom.
It must be my mom, I thought.
My steps suddenly stopped as I approached the bathroom. I faintly heard my mom's laughter inside, along with the voice of a man.
Could it be Dad?
I checked my phone and saw that Dad's phone was at the office.
Then who was in the bathroom?
My feelings were all over the place at that moment—angry, frustrated, and jealous. I wanted to burst in and confront the man.
But what if the person inside was Dad? I took a deep breath and tried to control my emotions.
Finally, I decided to hide in my room and wait for them to come out.
To confirm who was behind the bathroom door.
Only then would I decide what to do.
My room was on the second floor, facing my mother's room. The house had two bathrooms, one next to my father and mother's room.
The other was upstairs, next to the music room.
If I opened my door slightly, I could clearly see the lower bathroom door.