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Close to the end of our school careers, and the last amazing months of our relationship (unfortunately) Liz and I shared an apartment. It was a big shift from visiting each other’s dorm rooms and came with lots of pros and cons. The most obvious pro being sex: we could finally have sex whenever we wanted, where-ever we wanted, with no planning or worry. No need to make plans. No need to put a sock on the door so that everyone knew what was going on. We could fuck when we wanted, how we wanted.
But obviously living in a confined space means that you can get on each others’ nerves, and sometimes we did. The issue was that we had entirely different coping strategies, and were often on opposite sites of the spectrum from each other.
I liked to talk things out, but only after I had some time to cool down and really own my feelings. Liz would get anxious and demand that we talk things out right away. This would make me more mad and I would shut down more. At other times she would be the one to withdraw, and when she did it was cold and long.
What we really needed to do was meet in the middle, and unfortunately I just don’t think we were together long enough to get to that point.
One day though, it ended up heating up for the better. Liz was pissed off at me for missing something essential (I cannot remember what it was) and I was upset at her for leaving a mess of clothes all over the apartment. Long hours ignoring each other studying for exams feet aside added to the tension, till she looked up glared at me and demanded of me
“What? What the fuck is your problem, Rich?”
At this point I unleashed on her about how she was being a bitch (never call your girlfriend or wife that) and stonewalling me, that she was making a big deal over nothing (don’t say that), and had left a mess on purpose.
Her eyes bulged out and her face got red. We both jumped forward, our faces inches from each other (but not in a good way).
“That’s unfair, you know how busy I’ve been. Besides, IF YOU JUST APOLOGIZED!”
“Apologized for what? I didn’t do anything?”
“YES YOU DID! YOU FORGOT —inset something—”
I backed up a foot, unprepared to defend myself against valid accusations. I searched through my brain for an Achilles heel…what could I use?
“Well you’ve been holding out on me!”, I exclaimed. “Like always you pull away. We haven’t had sex in like a month!”
Now it was Liz’s turn to take a step back. This wasn’t like marriage, where droughts can, and do last forever. We were dating. She hadn’t been prepared for this “brilliant” rebuttal (read avoidance of what she actually said I did).
“That’s not fair!”, Liz countered, taking back that step forward, her finger pointed at me like a knife. “You know how busy I’ve been with finals, with school, with the sorority…you haven’t once cared to ask!”
“Besides, why is it my job to make sex happen?”, she responded, her implicit accusation of incompetence and subdued masculinity cutting at me like a knife.
“I try, but you ALWAYS say NO!!!”
“Because you ALWAYS choose a BAD TIME!!!”, Liz countered, her eyes full of venom. “You never THINK ABOUT ME!!!”
Another accusation hurled, another attempt by me to duck it.
“YOU’RE SUCH A PIG!!! All you want is SEX, SEX, SEX!!! Meanwhile, I am trying to be an ADULT!”
I actually wondered Liz might levitate at that moment, her fury was so hot. I had seriously underestimated how this discussion would go, and looked around the room for a way out. Liz would have none of it. We were here now, she would get her amends!
“God, you are such a DICK!!!”, Liz yelled, turning to walk away.
“Yeah, well maybe you’re NOT GETTING ANY OF MINE!!!”, I threatened, knowing without a doubt that I was totally full of shit.
“Oh, yeah?”, Liz replied?
Apparently turning the tables was the charging station for her particular batteries, and she was back in the ring.
“Well, maybe there isn’t an offer?”, Liz countered.
‘Oh SHIT!’, I wondered to myself. ‘Brilliant move, Rich.’
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Nothing, whole big gobs of nothing popped into my head, but I had to try something.
“I am so MAD, I just WANNA!”
“Wanna what?”, Liz interrupted.
“I WANNA……………..FUCK YOU HARDER THAN I’VE EVER FUCKED YOU BEFORE!!!”
Liz took a step back, taking a breath for the first time in I don’t know how long
“You what?”
She was apparently as taken aback by the words that came out of my mouth, as I was.
“Yeah”, I said turning away. “I’m so pissed at you, and stressed, and sexually frustrated. I could explode.”
“Then do it!”
“Do what?”
“Fuck me harder than you ever have before.”
“What, now?”
I was not only thoroughly exhausted, but legitimately confused at this point.
“Well, maybe that’s what I want now. Maybe that would be good for ME.” The way she emphasized that last word gave me a sudden spark, but I should probably be cautious.
“Maybe later. Look, I really have been a jerk. I’m sorry. We can clean up the mess later. Maybe you should just…”
Liz pulled off her hoody and tshirt up over her head in one swipe. She wasn’t wearing a bra, as was usual when she was at home.
“You really don’t get it! You really are a DICK!”, Liz exclaimed, raising her voice again and pointing my direction. I made a mental note NOT to glance at her voluptuous bare tits which jiggled as she bore on. I wasn’t sure what was going on.
“Put your top on, Liz. Let’s just calm…”
“You want me to CALM DOWN? After ALL THIS?!!! Her tits continued to jiggle harder and it was becoming harder not to look.
“I thought that’s what you wanted? To go back to work? For me to leave you alone?” My brain was starting to turn to mush at this point.
“I WANNA FUCK”, she declared. “YOU’RE the ONE who STARTED IT! SO LET’S FUCK, OR DO YOU NOT HAVE THE BALLS!!!”, she exclaimed, staring directly at the crotch of my pajama bottoms.
With that I took her by the arm, twisting her around. Not missing a beat she grabbed the top of my pajamas and yanked them down, exposing my moderate arousal.
I took her by the waist and threw her on the bed.
“You gonna come get me. You gonna get these titties?”, Liz asked (but it wasn’t really a question), as she grabbed and fondled her heaving tits.
I pulled my pajama bottoms from my ankles and tossed them across the room.
“I am so pissed at you”, I exclaimed, not very convincingly as I myself jumped onto the bed.
“Yeah, well maybe you can punish me with that MASSIVE DICK! Or can you not get it up for an ANGRY WOMAN!”
I lunged at this woman who I loved, but right now, kinda sorta hated and took possession of her tits.
“No, not missionary. Not again. Here, come in from the side”, Liz said as she lay on her side, raising her knee, exposing her ripe flower.
I took position, putting one leg on either side of her raised one.
“Well, this is awkward”, I said as I tried a few times to thrust.
“This one’s for *well endowed* guys. You think you’re big enough?”, she said with a smirk.
With that I took two firm handfuls of her tits and swung in with one massive thrust of my 7″ appendage.
“Take that”, I exclaimed as she led out a moan. “And that, and that”, I continued, punctuating each direct thrust.
“ROUGHER, HARDER”, Liz begged, writhing and going limp beneath me. I accelerated the thrusting, going in each time with harder vigour.
“I’m getting close”, Liz said as I groped her tits. “So am I”, I replied.
“Mhhhmmmm, uhhhhhhh”, Liz moaned, as I did the same.
We each felt the gush at the same time and collapsed into a pile on the bed.
“I REALLY love you, you know”, said Liz after a few minutes.
“Well, that is good to know”, I replied.
NSFW: yes
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