The credits rolled and not even sure how, but we were making out. I was getting… there… but honestly, I was still in movie mode. Watching with her was just too much fun. It was already after one in the morning; would it be so bad if we just fell asleep in each other’s arms?
Maybe, maybe not: she picked a raunchy comedy for the second act of our double feature. Ninety minutes of cringing and laughing and “I’d never do that… again!”
Yeah, she really said that.
“Again? I think you need to tell me about the first time you did ‘that’…”
She gave me a sexy little chortle and shook her head. “Wouldn’t you like to know!”
“Actually, yeah, I would.”
She crossed her arms, pouting. “Promise you won’t freak out?”
“I promise I’ll spank you with my dick.”
“Oh!” And that turned into a story about the first time she went down on a guy while he was driving them on a date… in his dad’s car.
“See? That makes me want to take you out for a late-night drive.”
She rested her chin on her hand. “You like hearing about my history?”
“Yeah! I mean, I have so far, haven’t I?”
“More that I’ve done stuff, not how I’ve done stuff.”
“Let’s hear the how. I can picture you like you’re my own personal porn star.”
“Jinkies, that’s kinky! What else do you want to know?”
“Uhh… Velma, I don’t even know where to start.”
She giggled as she pantomimed looking for her lost glasses.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.”
“Would you be jealous if I told you Shaggy was here earlier?”
“See? Now you’re just toying with me.”
“Okay, I have an idea!” She dashed out, grabbed her laptop and dove back under the duvet. She thought for just a second, then typed “GIRLFRIEND PORN” into the search bar.
The first million or so hits seemed to come from Tumblr. Her cursor hovered over a content creator under the handle “I Want My Girlfriend Like This” (except all smooshed into one word).
Lizzy looked over her shoulder at me. “Explore?”
“Hit it.”
Holy shit.
She did a casual scroll and the thumbnails just seemed to go on forever. Some were stills, a lot were animated GIFs, and they all buried the slutometer needle.
After getting a sense of how much there was, she spun right back up to the top and clicked on the first picture.
What did I do…? Gently, I slid her legs apart, ran a finger between her thighs and found she was sopping wet. My girlfriend was turned on by porn. That was… good? No, that was amazing.
I climbed between her legs, still looking over her shoulder, and silently snaked my dick into a very wet pussy.
“That’s what I’ve been missing…” she sighed.
I was so hard, just by the situation, that I had to close my eyes a moment.
Baseball…
Picture after picture, me barely moving my hips, us both half-pretending we weren’t actually browsing porn with my hard cock buried deep inside her. Every now and then, a Kegel squeeze, like her pussy was saying “I love you.”
For porn, the pics were pretty standard stuff, though some wasn’t explicit at all: just pics of girls. It was the captions that made the magic. What got our attention? Stuff like a girl on her knees, blowing some guy sitting on a couch. The caption? “A friend lost his job and was feeling down so my girlfriend went to comfort him.”
Lizzy glanced at me, and I nodded. Not sure what we were telling each other, exactly, but it felt as hot as the pic itself.
What about that pic? Was that really what happened in the original pic? Who the fuck cares? The story it was telling had both of us hooked.
Then there was the ultra-hardcore, like the naked blonde drinking from a cum-filled champagne flute: “Are you happy she found a new favorite drink?”
Fuck. That was utterly repulsive… yet my dick surged deeper inside her.
She felt my reaction and giggled at me. “Wow! You do like a dirty girl!”
I had no idea what the fuck I was feeling, so I covered with the first stupid joke that came to mind: “Hey, that could be your go-to hangover reliever.”
A Kegel squeeze as she nodded. “I’d drink it.”
Her words blasted a shockwave right though my dick. “Really?”
She shrugged. “In the right setting, if I’m in the right mood…”
“Have you ever…?”
“Like that? No. Why? Do you want me to?”
“Uh… maybe? Yes?”
Part of me dove right down the rabbit hole, planning gangbang logistics. Lizzy, however, had already scrolled on.
She stopped at the pic of a girl on her hands and knees. Somebody wrote in permanent marker on her naked back: “Sign-Up” with an empty list, 1 to 5. First of all, the original pic was fucking hot all by itself. The caption took it to the next level with the boyfriend’s response: “Her birthday wish. I support it.”
Lizzy glanced over her shoulder at me. “Would you support it?”
Why use words for pillow talk? I answered with a hard couple of thrusts.
Or the pic of a girl getting plowed so hard, her eyes are rolling back into her head. The caption: “Oh honey he feels so good. I’m gonna cum on your friend’s big cock.”
She stared at that one for a while.
“You like that one?”
She nodded.
“The big cock?”
“Already got that,” she giggled. She twisted a little to look back at me. “Would you… Would you want to share me with your friends?”
“I hadn’t really… Well, you know… That would be just… fucking hot.”
She covered her mouth, chortling. “That was kinda fun to watch.”
“Me, having that realization? I hadn’t really thought about it, but… Yeah, definitely.”
She raised her ass, pushing me a little deeper into her. “I want your friends to do me!”
Wow. Yeah. That, too, got another surge out of my dick.
She felt the jolt but took it in stride. She went back to scrolling and finally stopped at an artistic black and white shot… of a couple doing doggy-style: “I just want someone to use my girlfriend like a whore.”
I know she felt another jolt from my shaft.
Or the one right after, with a similar setup, but the girl is looking over her shoulder at the guy fucking her: “I love my boyfriend, but I am your little slut.”
I chuckled as I fucked her. “I think I just felt you get extra wet…”
“I did,” she admit.
Or the color still of a guy fucking a kneeling blonde while she sucked off a guy in front of her. “I was looking for my girlfriend at the party. I found the slut like this.”
She looked over her shoulder at me. “Would you want to find me like that?”
“Depends on the party. Would you want me to find you like that?”
“Yes, definitely,” she nodded. “…You know, depending on the party.”
For a moment, just a moment, I had to focus on… my shoulders. I was still propped up, supporting myself as I looked over her, at the screen. Not like I was getting tired, not like I was sore, but I had to flex a little, distract myself.
This was more than just pillow talk, wasn’t it?
Maybe it wasn’t quite explicit action planning, but we were definitely feeling out the edges of each other’s fantasy boundaries. In that respect, inside the boundaries…? Anything was possible.
She stopped at a mirror selfie of a hot blonde with great boobs. I saw the sudden let-down in Lizzy’s face. The caption? “If she has huge tits, you should let other guys cum on them too.”