Entering my junior year of college, I decided that things had gotten too serious with my girlfriend, Jen. I had actually made this decision earlier during summer break, but I hadn't broached the subject with her until the week before we were due to return to school. She lived in Queens, NY, and I in North Jersey. I made the trip out to her because, well, two years deserves an in-person conversation.
After the shock, tears, and whys we actually had a good conversation about it... Too young to be so serious, did we really know where we saw ourselves in five years, so much time spent together, yada, yada, yada. Being the tenacious woman that she was, she pursued phone calls with the same determination that she originally pursued me. I conceded to help her move into her room which was in her sorority house. After which we, of course, had some fantastic sex -- which was the norm for us. We were both fit, physically attractive, and very compatible with one another.
Speaking of which, about us... Jen was a fiery half Sicilian/ half Puerto Rican bomb shell. A not quite olive complexion and at 5'1" she measured 36-21-36. She was a ballet dancer up until her sophomore year of high school, so her legs were strong and shapely and her ass was round and firm. I have always been a legs/ ass man myself. Her pussy consists of flowery outer labia and tightly sealed inner labia. She keeps her lower genital area nicely groomed around her lips. When excited, her clit will extricate from its tight confines and prominently display itself, not large but prominent. Above, she grooms herself somewhere between the classic 80's triangle and the newer landing strip. Not sure why, maybe it was the old super 8s in my dad's basement but I kinda love bush! Leading up from her exquisite lower exterior was a tiny waist and taught belly that went up to firm c-cup breasts. Think oblong oranges. They sat up on her chest, beautiful roundness but also slightly elongated with pointed areola and long nipples. Continuing from there, we head up to her slender and soft face, large almond shaped, chocolate brown eyes and a long mane of silky and luxurious brown hair. Her eyes had a way of looking curiously innocent when she was horny. They would open up from their almond shape into a glossy roundness, almost like an anime character. In the throes of passion, they would oscillate from this into a narrow, focused gaze that could be felt in your cock (or pussy, but more on that later).
As for me, Rob, my background is Cuban. I have mahogany brown hair and eyes. Dark skin that goes from a coffee and cream color in winter to a glossy mocha color in summer. I am not tall by any means at 5'7" but make a good complement to Jen's short stature. While short I am stocky, with wide shoulders and chest. I sit at a 160#s, but that is from how active I keep myself, lifting weights 5-6 times per week and running 4 days per week. I am not body-builder muscular, though I am told that I could be. I am, however, very well defined with a sharp V design to my torso and a dark, hairy chest. I also have very muscular legs, not just from running but I double up on legs each week. My cock is quite a sight especially in contrast to my stature, which can be misleading -- aside form being short, I have small hands and feet. First, I have large testicles like two golf balls inside my sack. Women have always remarked on them, loving to palm them as well as remarking on how powerful they feel when slapping against them. As for my cock -- sidenote, it was Jen who told me that I most definitely had a cock and not a penis or dick -- soft he hangs at around five inches, keeping about half of its erect girth which is over 6 inches around, think can of Red Bull. For length, I just squeak past 9 inches. As I keep my self pretty man-scaped my prominence is all the more on display.
As we laid in her bed, post coitus, she slid down my right side as she customarily did. Her head upon my abdomen, her legs wrapped around my right leg so that she could grind her pussy against my thigh. Her right hand playing with both my cock and my balls, occasionally lending my "little" head kisses, or just rubbing it across her face -- don't ask me but she hasn't been the only women to do that. She, as well as others, has said she loves the velvety feel on her skin as well as feeling the need to nuzzle and cuddle against him because of how good he makes her feel. I never complained and kinda love it. It is a very empowering feeling.
In between nuzzling and kissing my cock she said, "If nothing else, we are very good together like this."
"I agree"
She continued, "We also don't really fight and generally get along pretty well."
"I agree there too." I felt a proposal of some kind coming on...
"It doesn't make sense that we stop this. I understand that we don't know where we are going..."
I went to interrupt but she stopped me.
"Just hear me out. I was speaking to my friend, Heather, you never met her but she is the one I told you about that during my senior year in high school we both swore off boys together and just took care of each other..."
I nodded -- who forgets their girlfriend telling them about her big-titted, phat assed, red-headed friend whose fiery box they used to much?!?
"Well, she came back from California to take a year off from school, her dad is sick"
"I am sorry to hear that"
"Thank you but that's not the point. The point is, her boyfriend, Luke, is a few years older and enlisted after college. They agreed that waiting for each other would be difficult and unfair. So they decided to reframe their relationship. She suggested we think about maybe trying something similar."
Now that I had an idea of where she was going, "So, how do you suggest we reframe our relationship in lieu of breaking up?"
"I am glad you asked! Well, we agree that we have great sex, we get along pretty well, have similar interests without fighting often like other couples we know?"
"All of the above. But don't you feel we have almost become like an old couple, boring in some regards. Not the sex, which is amazing. But we don't go out with our friends as often, don't go clubbing, granted we fucked away most every night..."
Poking me in the belly, "And occasionally made LOVE!"
Then she slid upwards to give me what was a toe-curling kiss, grabbing me on both sides of my face as she attempted to suck out my soul. Her tongue entered my mouth deeply and entwined with mine, her lips and teeth nibbled and sucked on my lips. After she ran her tongue one last time across my lips she leaned her body down, as she had been bent over me on her knees. As her ass moved downward with her body, she bumped into my engorged cock with some surprise.
She reached back with a smile and grabbed me, "See what I did with just a kiss? And you want to give that up?"
