Thread: Culture Clash (DaddyIsHere and TerraFirma)

terrafirma said I don't know if you'll want anything to do with me after knowing that, and I'm sorry it took so long to tell you. I just wanted to be sure that this was something I'd be willing to fight for. And I am...if you want me that is... I finished in a murmur. Click to expand... I can't describe the relief I felt... eventually. When she first started talking I could tell she was serious, and here's the crazy part... the way she was dressed told me it wouldn't be all bad. If she'd already gotten into real clothes, that would have meant that subconsciously she was ready to leave. No, she'd made me coffee and she was dressed in one of my shirts and nothing else, so I knew she was planning on at least sticking around to discuss whatever this was. The relief came when I heard her explaining her predicament. Things suddenly made sense. Riya had simply been indulging her bad-girl instincts, at least at the start. How's the expression go? Holiday in Goa. I was that... and I suppose so was fucktard Josh. Instead of Goa, though, it was college. She'd only planned on having a simple friends-with-benefits arrangement, a fling. But then came the words I just wanted to be sure that this was something I'd be willing to fight for. I've mentioned milestones before. The night she slept over. The next morning. The day we got back together. That morning. That was one of the biggest. Looking back, it was fascinating to look at her language. Wonderful, intelligent Riya who is never at a loss for words... she couldn't even find quite how to say what she wanted. She was nervous and pulling at her hair and looking down, never catching eyes with me. Never catching eyes until she said 'something to fight for' and then she looked up and her lovely eyes, brimming with tears, looked straight into mine and took whatever part of my heart that hadn't yet belonged to her. She hadn't said she loved me. She hadn't said she was going to go straight home to confront her parents... and I saw there were still huge barriers around that for her - there would be for me, too. But she said I was worth it. I set my coffee down and sat up my bed with my head against the headboard. Come here, I said. I gestured to her and she set her own coffee down and came to me, straddling my legs and sitting in my lap. Were were both naked, at least down there. Believe it or not, I wasn't hard yet. I think was still recovering from the shock of what she was going to say. She sat there, our bare sexes touching and I pulled her into tender embrace, just hugging her. When she looked at me again, there were still tears on her face. I kissed them away, just like I had done when we had taken each others' virginity. I understand, I said. I understand that we'll have to take it slow when it comes to your family. Right? Mm hmm, she said. I understand that we won't be changing our relationship status on Facebook to 'married' or 'in a relationship' any time soon. No, she said. But... I'll give you 'it's complicated' . How does that sound? I like that. So, I'm not your boyfriend. I'm your complication. Yeah, she said with smile. I love that. My complication . And we won't be posting pictures of us kissing or getting drunk at parties and me holding your boobs. No, she said, giggling. That definitely won't be happening. Damn, I said. I've always wanted to be your hand-bra. Any time you want, Max, in private, she said. To illustrate she lifted my hand to place it on her left breast, right over her heart. I never thought I'd have such a beautiful complication in my life, I said, kissing her neck. Do you know what I'd like right now? said Riya. I'd very much like for my complication to make love to me. I was certainly hard by then and I happily obliged. She lifted up, reached down to grab my cock, and guided me easily in. I can't explain it, but things felt different. Suddenly, with this emotional shift - everything was more intense. Riya felt it, too and she hissed into my ear with pleasure as I filled her all the way up. We began making love in slow, languorous motions. Riya lifted and lowered herself while working her magical hips while my own hips rose to meet her. My fingers got busy with the shirt buttons and though she kept it on I soon had full access to her perfect large tits and I was kissing away at her hard nipples. This was the perfect angle for her to grind herself and she found the perfect spot to roll her hips in tiny circles. She was moaning loudly, right on the edge as my lips added to the pleasure. She couldn't quite get there, though, and I wanted her to SO badly. I took her hand in mine and guided it gently down to her pelvis. Cum for me, Riya, I said. Make yourself cum and let me watch. She tipped her hips back enough to give herself and her fingers started to work. Her other hand worked its way up the back of my neck and into my hair and gripped firmly. Not roughly, but solid, like I was her anchor. Oh Max, do you want me to? she said, staring tenderly into my eyes. Do you want me to, now? God yes, Riya, I said. Okay, she gasped. She rubbed harder and harder at her clit and suddenly gritted her teeth and shut her lips in overwhelming pleasure, a squeal forcing its way through her lips. Oh Max, oh Max, Oh max, she cried. I felt a huge wash of warmth on my cock and my pelvis as she squirted heavily. I'm surprised I didn't cum right there in response, but somehow I held it together. Her hand came up off her clit and she gripped my face in her hands, kissing me fiercely as the climax kept shaking her body in fits and bursts. Oh Max, what was... how did... how can this keep.... getting better? I've... I... my... fuck... fuck-fuck-fuck oohhfhfff! I held her as some of the final tremors rocked through her body. Well said, I said with a grin. Fuck you! she said, slapping my chest. You try being coherent when you cum. Speaking of... She looked down, not meeting my eyes. Max, I... I started the pill about a month ago. With where I am in the month, and that, we should be pretty safe. Would you... would you cum inside of me? I was stunned... and she didn't need to ask twice. I started pushing into her, the feeling of her pussy amazing from the extra 'lube' she'd provided. It didn't take long either. Oh Riya! I gasped. Max, do it! I've dreamed about this for so long. Cum in me, baby! Fill me up! I gave a huge groan and felt the cum gather deep in my balls and start to shoot. Oh Max! she moaned. It's so hot! It feels so good, I never would have imagined it would feel like.... Oh my ffuuuucking gooooodddd! The emotional and physical sensation of having me fill her up seemed to really do the trick and, through my own orgasmic haze, I saw Riya's eyes roll back in her head as she threw back her head and practically howled. Oh Max! she cried. Riya! I groaned. Oh my Riya! We were soon spent and exhausted in each others' arms. I pushed her disheveled hair out of her face and kissed her tenderly. Oh Riya, I said. I... I lo... She put a gentle finger to my lips to stop what I was going to say. Shh, she said. That was amazing and I... I know how you feel, Max. I do. But let's save that, okay? You're already my cute complication. That's a good start, yeah? I nodded and just kissed her tenderly again. That day marked a change in our relationship. It also marked a change in something else. As we started kissing, I started to slide my cock in and out of her again. Ooh, Max, she said. Already hard again? Oh yeah, I said with a grin, I guess so. Something changed in my body that day. I don't know if it was the first feeling of cumming inside of Riya, or the emotional part... but it was like my cock suddenly woke up for her. I'm not talking anything science fiction impossible here, but I was suddenly incredibly resilient' , even for a teenaged guy. If I'd been good for 2 or 3 times on a good day, I could now manage 5 or 6. If it had taken ten or fifteen minutes to get hard again after cumming, now it was only a couple, if I even got fully soft. And my cum outpout seemed to actually increase a bit, and not go down too much even if I'd already cum that day. I don't think Riya complained... much. That was actually just before finals week and contrary to our earlier 'study session' we both knew that we should keep our hands off of each other. We knew that, but our bodies seemed to disagree. We'd gone to my room to study and we'd held hands, then kissed a little bit, and soon I was laying on top of Riya and fucking her from behind while she laid on the bed and read her psych notes. An hour later we were sweaty and gasping. This isn't going to work, she said, rolling over and punching my arm. Leave me alone! You leave me alone, I said. You're just as bad. Okay, new rule for finals week, she said. And you're not going to believe this coming from a girl, but quickies only. We don't have time for any marathons. That worked out well. She would drop down and suck me off as fast she could, or I'd do the same, having a quick 'snack'. We even had a couple of contests. We'd get horny and just say 'go' and masturbate for each other. Say what you want about girls, but Riya can be pretty damned quick - and that's hot in its own way. Finals were good, especially for Riya. She is so smart and so dedicated it makes me sick. She was flying out that Friday and I was going out Saturday morning. However, I had a surprise for Riya. I put in a call to a friend of my sisters who was a travel agent and she was amazing. She got me switched to Riya's flight and even got us seats together in a two-seat row. I didn't say a word to Riya, didn't even go to the airport with her. The first thing she knew of it was when I sat down next to her. She was actually texting me on her phone and did a double-take when she saw me next to her. I can still picture here there, she looked so beautiful in the more traditional clothes she was wearing I'll let you tell her what, I still sometimes mix up 'sari' with other stuff... that's not cultural, I get shirt and blouse and outfit and dress mixed up, too. Well now, I said. Five hours on a plane next to you? This could get 'complicated' .