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Two days after my fifty five year old girlfriend – also known as my mom’s best friend, because she was – had arrived in town we finally got ourselves to unload the transporter that was standing in my girlfriends, from that point in time on more our driveway.

There wasn’t that many stuff inside, because thirty two year old me was not that much of a collector and my city apartment wasn’t that big. I just brought some furniture I was attached too, a few paintings, some posters, some personal memorabilia and my clothes with me into my new life in my old everything but big hometown.

The original plan was that all of my stuff would end up in a not really used spare bedroom on the second floor. She allowed me to turn the room into my man cave and my home office, because I still kept on working for the same business I was working before in the city, I just changed to a remote position so that I only had to show up in the corporation’s office once or maybe twice a month.

While unloading my stuff, while unpacking the pictures and paintings I realized that there wasn’t enough wall space in my future room. But I wanted to hang them all, because I liked looking at them and the gave me a sense of being home. So I asked my girlfriend if it was feasible to hang some of my stuff throughout the house, because there was plenty of white wall space to do so.

She said no. She liked the house the way it was, she was used to it and she also admitted that she wasn’t actually sharing my taste in art. I could have given in, I could have let her her will, but I did not.

I told my girlfriend that this was my home too now. That I should be allowed to bring some of my stuff into my new home too. What followed was a massive argument. We really were at each others throats on that afternoon. I was close to loosing it.

So I decided to leave. To bring the empty transporter back to the rental business. I had to drive into the next town, I got rid of the transporter and then I walked to my mother’s workplace. It was a Wednesday and she was at work. She was kind to me and gave me a lift back home. It sometimes has it’s advantages when you move into a house that is about one hundred meters away from your childhood home that still is occupied by your parents.

While driving back home mom quickly realized that there was something wrong with me. I dodged her first questions, I told her that everything was fine, but the stayed persistent. As persistent as mothers can be, if you know what I mean.

After her asking me for a third time I told her that I had an argument with my girlfriend, her best friend. A smile appeared on her face when she heard my story: “Yes, that is her. She has some temper on her. But she normally calms down fast. So when we arrive at home, everything should be fine again.”

I nodded with my head. I thanked my mom for her advice and while I did so, we were turning into the street we all were living in. She stopped in front of my new home and let me out. On my way out my mom wished me all the best and she also told me to tell my girlfriend that she had time tomorrow.

When walking towards the house I more or less just had moved in, I was more than just nervous. While slipping the key into the keyhole I took more than one deep breath in and out to calm me down. Then I turned the key, I opened the door, I went inside and yelled out an “I am home.”

The answer that came back was a surprisingly relaxed one. No anger was in my girlfriends voice when she gave me an: “I am home too. Come and see me in the kitchen.”

When I entered the kitchen two things caught my attention: One of the paintings I owned was hanging on a wall and my girlfriend, she was wearing some tight sitting clothes while she was preparing something to eat.

When she realized that I was in the room she turned around, she smiled towards me and then she excused herself for her behavior: “I am sorry for freaking out. I am just not used to someone else living with me. You can hang a painting or two throughout the house, if you like.”

After she had excused herself she came over to me, she hugged me, she gave me a kiss and then she made me sit down at the kitchen table: “Dinner will be ready soon.”

So I sat there, blushing a little bit, feeling great because our argument was over and watching her preparing. Lunch. And preparing lunch she did. In a more than just sexy way. She shook her damn hot ass at all times, she even bend over more than once to get something out of the bottom drawer.

It didn’t took long and my dick was hard. I kept on enjoying the show for some time, then I got up, I headed over to her, I grabbed her from behind, carefully, because she was working with a knife and gave her more than one gentle kiss on her neck.

A few more than approving moans escaped her throat and she put the knife on the kitchen counter next to the cutting board. Once the knife was out of my girlfriends hand I turned her around, I slung my arms around her, she slung hers around me and passionate kissing set in.

Our hands soon were all over each others bodies. It didn’t took long and our clothes were flying through the air. We were still kissing when it happened. Once we both were butt naked, I placed her on the kitchen counter. Next to the cutting board, far away from the sharp knife.

Then I worked my way down on her. I sucked on her hard nipples while I was squeezing her boobs. More than one moan escaped her throat while I took care of her tits.
After taking care of her boobs for some time I kissed my way down further South. While doing so she opened up her legs for me. Once her legs were spread, once her more than just tasty looking pussy was exposed I dug in.

My tongue landed on, landed as deep inside her pussy as anyhow feasible. I enjoyed her taste while I made her moan out loud. The longer I got down on her, the more intense her moaning got.

She came closer and closer to an orgasm. But I didn’t want her to cum. I teased her, I played with her, I kept her on the edge until her eyes were running in circles and her hands were holding on to my head.

She pegged me for an orgasm. She was desperate for an orgasm. So I took my tongue of her clit and slid one finger inside her pussy. I told her that one finger was all she would get. And that she would have to come on it.

She moaned out a few curses, but then kept on enjoying the sensation of my finger sliding in and out of her pussy. It didn’t took long and she moaned out a more. And more she got. A second finger went inside her pussy. Then she got a third one.

I finger fucked her the way she likes it. She got one hard and deep thrust after the other. I was standing up straight while my fingers went in and out of her pussy. My hard one was pointing towards her. And despite her being gone, despite her being elsewhere she grabbed for it and began to jerk me off.

Her hand went up and down on my rock hard dick while my fingers went in and out of her pussy. It didn’t took long and I was moaning too, it didn’t took long and the urge to stick mine into hers got overwhelming.

So I pulled out my fingers and slid my dick inside her pussy. Her hands were now holding on to my back, my hands were on her butt. We shared a few passionate kisses before I began to fuck her good.

She got it hard and deep. One thrust followed the previous one. We both were already close to an orgasm when my dick went inside her pussy. So it didn’t took long until all the previously create up tension unloaded itself.

We came together. I nutted a massive load inside her pussy. Her legs were began to tremble, her hands fell off my back the moment it happened. It came good, we both needed more than just a moment to be ourselves again, to come back into our bodies.

Once were ourselves again we just looked each other in the eyes. A more than just welcome warm and fuzzy feeling showed up in our bellies. Yes, we were in love. Then we shared a few gentle kisses before we fixed up ourselves and collected our clothes.

When we were dressed again – my cum was still soaking out between her legs, my girlfriend sometimes liked it that way – we had dinner together. Luckily there was no actual cooking needed for the food my girlfriend prepared for the two of us, so nothing on the stove had turned into charcoal.

We had survived our first argument on that day. One of many that would follow later, but as it at all times is with first times, you remember them best and they tend to stick with you forever.

And with me putting my stuff into my new home, my girlfriends house, the house she had grown up in that was sitting just a few houses away from the house I had grown up in, I finally got rid of my old life.
Well, actually, not of all of my old life. I kept my old job. Or at least I stayed with the business. I kept on working for them in a remote position. A remote position I would learn to hate through the following weeks and months while sitting alone in my home office.

NSFW: yes

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