I slowly put my hands on her chest, feeling the soft swells of her breasts beneath my fingertips.
Oh my God, her tits are perfect, I thought to myself Like two ripe melons just begging to be squeezed.
"Can I continue?" my breath heavy on her ears, asking even though I'm already feeling her melons. "Ye-yeah." Her reply it's so meek and cute.
I gave them an experimental grope, relishing the weight of them in my palms. Nyssa let out a breathy moan, arching into my touch. Emboldened, I began to knead her breasts more firmly, my thumbs rubbing over her stiffening nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.
Fuck, I'm in heaven right now, I mused, my sexy goddess writhing beneath me, essentially creaming herself. Pinch me, I'm dreaming!
"You-," I noticed it when playing with her breast, but is she- "Are you wearing lingerie?"
Her face blushed even more, as she cupped her face from the embarrassment. "I-I , my friend to-told me, t-to wear it."
Amused with her response, "Why would your friend told you that?" I asked her while still playing with her stiff nipples, looking at her reaction with every pinch I made of her.
"She said ah it's ah ahhh it's", God she's so sexy, I can't help but keep teasing her. "She said its ahhhh ahhhhh good lu-luck ah charm."
A good luck charm huh? Her friend has a twisted way of thinking but I have to thank her friend for that.
"It is a good luck charm." I replied to her as I placed soft kisses on her neck.
I deftly unhooked the clasp of her bra and tossed it aside, freeing her breasts. They bounced enticingly, nipples standing at attention. I couldn't resist dipping my head to capture one between my lips. Nyssa cried out, fingers twisting in my hair.
"Henry," she sighed, arching into my touch. "Oh God, Henry..."
I loved the way she said my name, all breathy and needy. It made me feel powerful. Desirable. Like I could do anything I wanted to her and she'd let me.
Shit, she's so responsive, I thought dizzily, laving her nipple with my tongue, I'm going to make her come just from playing with her tits.
I lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between suckling and nibbling, rolling and pinching her nipples. All the while, my other hand roamed lower, skimming over the planes of her stomach and hips. Nyssa's thighs fell open wantonly, granting me access to her dripping core. Am I allowed to do so?
I steadied my position as I removed my mouth from her breast, and I could see the mess I made of her. Her eyes are teary and the wet saliva trails I left on her breast, even hickeys that formed on the left part of her neck that fused perfectly with her moles.
I slid my hands down her body, over the dip of her waist, the flair of her hips. God, she was sexy. All curves and softness, just begging to be touched.
I trailed my fingers along her inner thigh, relishing the way she trembled at my touch. Higher and higher, until I could feel the heat of her against my skin.
"May I touch you here?" I asked, hovering over the apex of her thighs.
"He-henry." Her voice it's too much for me, especially when she call out my name so lewdly. "I want you to to-touch me."
She's trembling with her answer but her face is practically begging for me.
Unable to resist temptation, I ghosted my fingers over her clothed mound, feeling her heat even through the fabric. She bucked against my hand with a needy whine. Growing bolder, I pushed her panties aside and stroked her slick folds.
Holy hell, she's soaked, I marveled, gliding my fingers through her arousal, I've never seen pussy this wet in my life. She's practically gushing for me.
"Like this?" I murmured, rubbing faster now. "Do you like that, Nyssa?" looking at her face for any positive response or her lewd moans for affirmation.
"S-So good," she panted. "Don't stop, please..."
OH MY. How can she be so adorable and hot like this? Slowly, I worked one long digit into her tight channel, groaning at the vice-like grip of her walls. Nyssa keened, hips undulating to take me deeper. I pumped my finger in and out, curling it to rub that spongy spot inside that made her see stars.
Yeah, that's it, take my finger like a good girl, I crooned, scissoring and twisting, stretching her open, Gonna get this sweet little cunt ready for my cock.
My thumb found her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her back bowed, a broken moan falling from her lips. I doubled my efforts, finger-fucking her deep and fast, rubbing firm circles over her clit.
"Hen- ahhh Henry." She's practically moaning my name.
Come on, sweetheart, come for me, I urged, feeling her start to flutter around my finger, Wanna feel this hot little pussy spasm on my cock when I fill you up.
A few more thrusts and her thighs began to quake, inner muscles clenching down on me hard. Nyssa threw her head back, keening her pleasure for the whole world to hear as she came undone, gushing all over my hand.
Fuuuck, so hot, I thought, drinking in the utterly debauched sight of her, I'm going to wreck this pussy so good when I finally get inside her.
I slowly dragged my fingers from Nyssa's quivering snatch, giving her sensitive clit a parting flick that made her jolt. She whimpered softly, chest heaving as she floated down from her high. I brought my soaked digits to my mouth, licking them clean with relish.
"Mmm, you taste even sweeter than I imagined," I purred, savoring her essence on my tongue. "I could feast on this ."
Nyssa scrunched her face up in embarrassment, covering it with her hands. "Why did y-you lick that?" She stammered, peeking out at me with wide eyes.
I chuckled, running my tongue along my fingers like a cat with cream. "Because you taste amazin. I'm going to enjoy devouring this sweet cunt of yours," I growled, giving her sensitive mound an open-mouthed kiss.
She squeaked, thighs clamping around my head. "H-Henry! W-Wait Ahhh!"
Her protests dissolved into a moan as I sealed my lips over her slick folds, lapping at her hungrily. Holy hell, her flavor burst over my tongue, sweet and musky, making my cock throb. I groaned, tongue-fucking her greedily, determined to wring out every last drop of her juices.
"Mmm, gonna eat this pussy 'til you're shaking and begging for my cock," I mumbled against her flesh, sucking her clit into my mouth. She nearly bowled me over, back arching so hard it was nearly a perfect 90 degrees.
I slid two fingers knuckle-deep into her weeping entrance, curling them just so. Nyssa wailed, fisting her hands in my hair. "Oh g-god! H-Henry! I-I'm gonna- Ahhh!"
Her silky walls rippled around my digits as she came hard, gushing into my mouth. I lapped it up greedily, growling my approval. Fuck, she came so hard for me. TWICE. I couldn't wait to feel her clenching around my aching cock.
Finally, I gentled my ministrations, licking her through the aftershocks until she was a boneless puddle. I lifted my head, lips and chin shiny with her release. Nyssa whimpered, face flushed and eyes glazed.
"Beautiful," I murmured, brushing her sweaty hair off her forehead. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come undone for me like that."
I crawled up her body to capture her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She opened for me automatically, little mewls vibrating in her throat as I plundered her mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I nipped at her kiss-swollen lips. "I need you, Nyssa. Need to be inside you," I rasped, grinding my rock hard erection against her thigh. "Gonna fuck this sweet pussy so good, make you forget your own name. You want that,?"
She nodded frantically, hooking her legs around my hips. "Y-Yes, please Henry. I ne-need you too. Want to f-feel you," Nyssa keened, undulating her hips to rub herself along my shaft.
I hissed, reaching down to line myself up with her soaked entrance. "Fuck, you're so wet. Gonna feel so good splitting this tight little cunt open on my cock," I groaned, pushing into her torturously slow.
I stilled, giving her a moment to adjust to my size. I didn't want to hurt her, but the sight of my cock buried to the hilt in her sweet pussy was almost too much to bear. I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to snap my hips and take her like a beast in heat.
Nyssa's eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as I bottomed out, her silken walls gripping me like a vise. "Oh f-fu-udge," she whimpered, adjusting to the stretch. She can control herself from not saying fuck?
Nyssa's breath hitched as I pushed in deeper, her tight little pussy clenching around my cock. I groaned at the exquisite sensation, fighting the urge to just let loose and pound into her like a wild animal. She was so fucking tight. Too tight. She was a virgin and I didn't want to hurt her.
"Hurts," Nyssa whimpered, inner muscles fluttering around my length. I could feel her stretching to accommodate me, but it was clear I was causing her pain. Immediate contrition lanced through me.
"Ah I got you," I soothed, peppering her face with gentle kisses. I pulled out slightly before sinking back in, establishing a slow, easy rhythm. As my wild instinct to fuck the shit out of her cunt was replaced by gentleness. "Just breathe, let your body adjust to me."
She nodded, blowing out a shaky breath. Gradually, her walls started to relax, the painful clenching uncoiling. "Better?" I rumbled, pausing half-way in to let her acclimate.
Nyssa tested a small roll of her hips, and hummed. "Y-Yeah. C-Can you..." She trailed off with a pretty pink blush.
"Can I what?" I encouraged, nuzzling into her neck.
"Can you... m-move?" She finished shyly, stilling under me with nerves. I kissed her softly, pouring all my affection into it. Marking her more of my kisses, I want her to be mine and mine alone. "Only if you want me to," I murmured against her lips. "I'll stop anytime you need, Nyssa. Your comfort is my only priority, you hear me? We'll take this as slow as you need."
"Thank you," she whispered, cupping my face. "I trust you, Henry." My cock jerked at her words, begging to be buried to the hilt in her sublime heat. But I held myself back, determined to make this good for her.
Bristling with restraint, I slowly withdrew before gliding back in, establishing a shallow, languid pace. Nyssa's breathy sighs and the slick slide of my shaft through her fluttering sheath was almost enough to make me blow. I grit my teeth, fucking into her with long, deep strokes. "You're doing so good, Nyssa Taking my cock so well," I praised, voice a low rasp. "Fucking perfect. Gonna fill this sweet pussy of yours so good."
She keened, arching up to meet my thrusts. Her legs came around my hips, heels digging into my ass to pull me impossibly deeper. I could feel my cockhead kissing her cervix with every pump, her velvety walls rippling along my length. She was so fucking exquisite, I never wanted it to end.
"Nnngh fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," I groaned, losing myself in her slick heat. "Gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else, baby. No one's ever gonna make you feel as good as I do." Her sexy body, despite knowing that in our past life, she only ever had eyes for me, I never made any move like this to her. Keeping our relationship civil, but I think because of that I only want her for myself.
"I don't want anyone else, Henry " Nyssa panted, nails raking down my back. "I want you."
A feral growl ripped from my throat at her declaration. If she confessed something like that, how could I not let loose? My rhythm turned erratic, hips churning as I rutted into her wildly. She was so close, her silken walls starting to quake around me.
"I'm close," she whimpered, voice high and thready. "D-Don't stop, Henry! I'm gonna- Ahh! I feel ahhh!"
"Fuck yes, come on my cock," I snarled, pistoning into her at a furious pace. "Wanna feel this pussy milk me dry. Paint my fucking cock with your cum, Nyssa!"
Her head thrashed on the pillow, a broken wail tearing from her throat as she shattered. Her cunt bore down on me rhythmically, waves of fluttering ecstasy wringing my orgasm from me.
"FUCK!" I roared as I exploded, cock jerking as I flooded her cunt with thick ropes of come. Nyssa clenched down on me, wringing out every last drop with delicious contractions. We collapsed together, sweaty and spent, bodies still locked intimately. I mouthed at her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses over her damp skin.
She smells incredible, her flowery scent mixing with mine. I look at her face and seeing what a beautiful mess I made of her.
"Nyssa, are you alright?" I cupped her face as I can see she is still gasping for air.
"Ye-yeah," she's still grasping her breath, her breast swaying with each inhale she makes. "It feels incredible."
Damn it. My body was betraying me again. One word from her, and I could feel my hormones rallying for a second—or was it third?—round. But the issue? I was done. Absolutely spent. A hero without stamina. My battery was drained.
And then—
Knock knock knock!
The sound was like a lightning strike to my soul.
My head whipped toward the door, panic surging through my veins like I was caught stealing cookies from the jar. I was here, practically naked, with Nyssa. In the hospital. The very same hospital where I was supposed to be recovering from a coma. Not... whatever this was.
Nyssa was still breathless beside me, her hair a mess, her cheeks flushed, and hickeys—my hickeys—dotting her neck like a scandal waiting to happen. Her legs were wobbly, and she looked like she couldn't even stand. I should've felt proud, but pride was nowhere to be found. Panic had taken the wheel.
"Nyssa," I urged, scrambling to pull her upright. "You've got to move. Bathroom. Now."
"She blinked up at me, dazed and utterly unhelpful. "I... I can't... my legs—"
"Not the time to compliment my stamina," I muttered, hoisting her up and steering her toward the bathroom. Her steps were unsteady, and my patience was nonexistent. Dear gods of timing, if you let me survive this, I swear I'll stop naming my muscles.
She wobbled, trying to stand but immediately faltering. Her legs gave out, and she slumped back onto the bed. God help me, I'm going to die here.
With a heroic effort fueled purely by fear, I half-carried, half-dragged her to the bathroom. I shoved her inside, tossed her bag in after her, and said, "Fix yourself. Clothes. Hair. Whatever. Just—please!"
Her cheeks were still a rosy pink, marked with hickeys I'd left during our, uh, extracurricular activity. Reality was sinking in now, and I was starting to realize how very not-okay this situation was.
I pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, whispering, "We are never doing this in a hospital again."
Then I shut the door.
I spun back around, glancing at the bed. The sheets were a mess. My hospital gown was somewhere in that mess, and I was standing there like a criminal caught in the act. Scrambling like a madman, I grabbed the gown and threw it on, but my hands were shaking, and the ties were impossible to knot properly. My hair was disheveled, my face was sweaty, and I looked like I'd just run a marathon.
Knock knock knock!
Oh no. This was it. The universe had officially decided to kill me.
I shuffled to the door and opened it just a crack, praying that it wasn't who I feared most—my parents.
It wasn't. It was the nurse.
"Sir," she began, her tone professional. "It's time for your supplements. Your body needs to replenish essential nutrients after being in a coma."
I nodded stiffly, trying to keep my voice steady. "R-right. Of course. Vitamins. Very important." Her eyes flicked over me, taking in my disheveled hair, my crooked gown, and what was probably a guilty expression. Her brow furrowed slightly. "Sir, you seem... flustered. Are you alright?"
"Me? Oh, yeah. Totally fine!" I said too quickly, waving her off. "Just... recovering. You know how it is."
She tilted her head, unconvinced. "Sir, your gown appears to be... disorganized. I'll help you change into a fresh one—"
"No!" I blurted, throwing up my hands. "I mean, no, thank you. I can manage. I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself."
Her lips twitched, almost like she was holding back a smirk. "Alright, sir. As you wish."
Relief washed over me. Crisis averted.
But then—oh, then she delivered the final blow.
"Sir," she said, leaning slightly closer, her voice dropping just enough to make my stomach churn. "If you're going to, uh, relieve stress in the future, may I suggest opening the windows? The air in here is... quite musky."
I froze. Time froze. The world froze.
She thought I was—no, no, no, no, no!
"Masturbating?!" I blurted out, unable to stop the word from escaping my mouth. The nurse blinked, clearly startled. Then, without a word, she turned and left, closing the door behind her with a soft click. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my entire body burning with mortification.
She thought I was... oh my God. My dignity. My reputation. My LIFE.
I clutched my head, pacing back and forth as the weight of my humiliation crushed me. She's going to tell my parents. I'm going to be the family shame. They'll put this on my tombstone: Here Lies Henry Novar, Misunderstood Masturbator.
But then, a new thought hit me.
I stopped pacing and glanced toward the bathroom door. Wait. This is better.
Nyssa was still in there, probably trying to fix herself, blissfully unaware of the catastrophic misunderstanding happening outside.
I knocked gently. "Hey, Nyssa?"
There was a soft rustling sound, followed by her voice. "I'm almost done!"
"Uh, yeah. So, good news," I said, trying to sound casual. "The nurse is gone now. We're safe. She, uh... thinks I was, um, busy with myself, so at least she doesn't know about... you know... us."
I pushed the door open slightly, just to check on her—and immediately regretted it.
Nyssa was standing there, still fully naked, with her hair damp from the quick rinse she must've taken in the bathroom sink.
Her eyes widened as she realized the door had opened, and she let out a startled squeak.
"Henry!" she yelped, grabbing a towel to cover herself. "W-what are you doing?!"
My brain short-circuited. "I—I didn't mean to! I thought you were—uh—dressed!"
She glared at me, her face so red it practically glowed. "W-well, I'm not! So—clo-close the door!"
"Right! Door!" I slammed it shut and leaned against it, my heart pounding like a jackhammer.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the image of her bare skin was burned into my memory. I was definitely not going to recover from this.
"I'm never going to live this down," I muttered to myself. "I need a time machine. Or a shovel. Something to hide me forever."
From the other side of the door, Nyssa's embarrassed voice called out. "Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not allowed to open the door again until I say so."
"Fair enough," I replied, sinking to the floor. But her sudden shift of demeanor, when she was practically begging for me, and now she's embarrassed seeing her naked.
Honestly, her embarrassing expression is the cutest, huh?
I look down and see my manhood trying to get up. OI OI OI. That's enough horniness for today.
The bathroom door stayed firmly shut, and I wasn't about to test my luck again. I slid down to the floor, sitting with my back against the door as if it were the barrier between me and the apocalypse.
Nyssa hadn't said anything in the last few minutes, save for a few muffled noises that sounded like either quiet sobs or panicked muttering. I couldn't blame her. If I were in her shoes, I'd probably be calling for a helicopter to evacuate me from this nightmare.
"Nyssa," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You okay in there?"
"... No," came her muffled reply.
Fair.
"I'm really, really sorry," I said, meaning it. "I didn't mean to, uh, walk in on you like that. I should've waited longer."
There was a long pause before she answered. "I-I wasn't... I didn't know you'd... I thought you were waiting outside!" Her voice cracked on the last word, and I winced at the sheer mortification in her tone.
"I was! I swear I was!" I insisted. "But then you didn't answer, and I thought maybe you... I don't know, fainted or something?"
"F-fainted?" she repeated, her voice rising in disbelief.
"Well, yeah!" I said defensively, my hands gesturing wildly even though she couldn't see me. "I mean, you were kind of shaky earlier, and I thought—look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to see... anything!"
Another beat of silence. Then, softly: "You... saw everything." Well, I did see everything earlier too, you know.
I groaned, covering my face with both hands. "Okay, yes, but not on purpose! Wait why are you getting flustered, I just came inside you?"
I could hear her sigh from the other side of the door. "That's not what I- ahhh," she mumbled.
"You're telling me," I muttered, leaning my head back against the door. " Don't tell me you really forgotten everything even your own name, because of how good I was earlier?" Fuck she's adorable.
She uttered my name. "Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't come out. Ever. I'm staying in here forever."
I laughed, despite myself. "You're really gonna hide in a hospital bathroom for the rest of your life?"
"Yes," she said firmly. She wasn't this flustered earlier
"Well, you'll miss out on all the hospital food," I teased. "And the jump ropes."
I heard a tiny giggle, and for a moment, the tension between us eased just a little.
Before I could figure out what to say next, the door to the hospital room creaked open, and my parents walked in.
I immediately sprang to my feet, blocking the bathroom door with my body as if they were about to storm in and discover Nyssa hiding in there.
"Henry," my mom said, narrowing her eyes. "Why are you standing like that? And why does this room smell like you've been running a marathon?"
Oh no. Not again.
"Uh... no reason!" I said, my voice cracking as I plastered on the most innocent smile I could muster.
My dad raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room. "Where's Nyssa? She was supposed to be helping you study."
"She, uh... had to use the bathroom!" I said quickly. "Yep! Bathroom break! Totally normal!"
From behind the door, I heard Nyssa's panicked whisper: "Don't tell them I'm in here!"
I coughed loudly, trying to drown out her voice. My parents exchanged suspicious glances, but thankfully, they didn't push the issue. "Well," my mom said, crossing her arms. "While she's busy, we need to talk about your behavior. The nurse told us you've been... acting suspicious."
Oh no.
"She said you were—how did she put it?—'relieving stress,'" my mom continued, her tone dripping with disapproval. "In this room."
My soul left my body.
"I WASN'T DOING THAT!" I shouted, my face burning so hot I was sure I'd combust on the spot.
"Then why does this room smell like a gym locker?" my dad asked, clearly unimpressed.
"I WAS WORKING OUT!" I lied, my voice hitting a pitch I didn't know it was capable of.
"Really?" my mom asked, raising an eyebrow. "While in a hospital gown?"
"Yes!" I said, clutching the edges of my gown dramatically. "Because I'm dedicated! To my health! To my recovery!"
My dad sighed, rubbing his temples. "Henry, just... try to keep it together, will you? We don't need any more reports from the staff..
I nodded furiously, desperate to get them out of the room. "Got it. Totally. I'll behave."
My mom sighed, giving me one last skeptical look before turning to leave. "We'll be back later. Don't do anything... weird." She looks at the bathroom door. " I know you're impressing her, but she'll be displeased when your'e doing that while she's in there. "
As soon as the door closed behind them, I let out a long, shaky breath and slumped against the bathroom door.
"Are they gone?" Nyssa whispered from inside the bathroom.
"Yes," I said, still trying to recover from the emotional trauma.
Slowly, the door creaked open, and Nyssa peeked out, her face still red but her expression cautiously hopeful. "Sorry about that," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "My parents are... a lot."
She nodded, stepping out fully now, dressed and slightly more composed. "I-I'm sorry too," she said softly. "For earlier. I didn't mean to make things weird."
"Hey," I said, giving her a small smile. "If anything, I'm the one who made it weird. And, you know... almost gave you a heart attack."
She giggled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe we're both just... bad at this."
"Bad at what?"
"Being normal."
I laughed, and for a moment, all the awkwardness faded away. "Yeah, maybe. But that's okay. Normal's overrated anyway."
She smiled, and it felt like the first genuine, non-awkward moment we'd had since this whole mess started.
"Hey, Nyssa?" I said after a beat.
"Yeah?"
"Next time, let's, uh... not do this in a hospital."
She laughed, covering her face with her hands, when my words finally sank in. "ne-next time?"