Chapter 252: Chapter 251.

Chapter 251. The Troubling Goth Girl. (6/6)

I straddled over her body, unzipped my fly, and my erection sprung out from the opening between the zipper. It was better to just get this over with since she seemed resolved.

I slipped my erection between her deep valley directly against her body. The warmth between those two fleshy lumps of fat enveloped it completely all the way around.

I placed my hands on the side of her breasts and squeezed them together to apply positive pressure to the shaft and head. I was overwhelmed by the pleasant soft squishy sensation. My body thrust forward on its own as a wave of pleasure ran up my spine.

When I looked down and noticed her curious eyes glued to the tip that peaked out from between her cleavage, I felt a strange sense of embarrassment. I grabbed a pillow and removed the pillowcase. I folded it up lengthwise, wrapped it around her head, and tied it at the back.

“What are you doing?” She asked inquisitively.

“You did the same thing to me with your skirt before, it’s only fair that I do the same by blindfolding you.”

“What? But… I want to see.”

“No way.”

There was something strangely erotic about the way she looked after I blindfolded her. Her more than ample bosom was given a strange sort of devilish allure that was hard to resist. As I thrust in and out between them, altering my pace in a sporadic fashion, I grew ever closer to reaching that sweet nirvana not so far out of reach.

The nearer I drew to the end, the faster my breathing became.

“Alicia, I’m about to finish.”

“Mmm. Please go ahead.”

I didn’t want to get her blouse dirty, so I pulled it up over her head and removed it

After another thirty seconds, my hips locked in place as the muscles in my legs tensed up. Looking down, I could see the sticky white fluid shooting out between her cleavage, gradually forming a pool on her neck. 

The thought that I was currently tainting this innocent girl only served to extend my climax. The contractions were quite intense, and I knew she could vividly feel the violent throbbing sensation between her breasts.

Even if she couldn’t see it, she could feel everything. From the hot solid object grinding up against her body to the warmth of the fluid spilling out onto her. 

“It smells somewhat sugary,” Alicia whispered to herself.

Without her vision, her other senses were heightened and the smell had no doubt turned much more pronounced to her. With her specialty being sweets, I’m sure her nose was much more attuned to such scents.

When my body relaxed, I leaned forward over her body and rested my hands flat on the bed just above her shoulders. Satisfied, I panted and caught my breath in this moment of respite

“Are you… done?” She asked hesitantly.

“Yeah.”

“Did it feel good?”

“Yeah, it did.”

I rolled off to her side and used some tissues to clean her neck up. I wet a few tissues with a bit of bottled water and wiped it clean before I dried her off with some more dry tissues.

After I undid her blindfold I laid down on the bed by her side and she suddenly asked me, “Hey, about what you wanted my help with. Could you tell me more? Was there someone specific you were trying to get together with Zale?”

Zale? 

“That’s the student council president’s name?”

“Yeah. His last name is Tchort.”

“Chort?”

“It starts with a T.”

Names are hard. They’re among my greatest weaknesses.

“You want to hook a guy up with someone when you don’t even know his name?”

“Haha… sorry about that.”

“I get that you’re bad with names, but you should at least try a little.”

“You’re probably right,” I say that, but I naturally won’t.

“We got a bit sidetracked. Who were you planning to hook him up with?”

“The vice president.”

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“Her? Uh… that’s…”

“What? You think it’s impossible?”

“No… it’s just that I don’t think she likes me very much. Though I’ve befriended her, she’s a bit hostile at times.”

“Well, that would be because she likes the student council president who has his eyes set on you.”

“Yeah… I only realized that recently when he confessed to me.”

“She’ll be cooperating with us, so you don’t need to worry about her displaying any hostility toward you.”

“You sound like you’re on good terms with Izora.”

The vice president’s name, I suppose.

“We’re acquainted to the point that I’ve agreed to assist in her pursuit of the student council president.”

“I see. You didn’t have any ideas how to get them together, so you came to me? Someone who knows them both?”

“Exactly. I’d prove to be useless trying to play matchmaker with my terrible personality. Things would definitely turn out awful if I tried. Hence, I’ve sought out someone who has mastered the art of playing cupid for others. You’re also at the core of this problem as well, so you’re the most suitable person for the job.”

“Wouldn’t that make you the same as my friends who had me play a similar role for Christmas?”

“I'm your enemy, not your friend, remember? As your enemy, it’s all fair game.” I shamelessly shrugged her off without a hint of guilt.

“What if I don’t want to be used?”

“It’s up to you, if you don’t want to assist me with this, I won’t force you to. If you do want to help, it would be a great help. But since it seems like you’re opposed to it, then oh well, it’s not the end of the world. I’ll just think a bit harder and come up with a method on my own.”

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it! I want to be used- I mean useful, so don’t go assuming I don’t want to help!” She sat up in a panic and corrected my misunderstanding.

“Oh? So you did want to help after all? Say so sooner.” I grinned internally but maintained my outward poker face.

“Ah… you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Despite not showing it, she still figured it out. 

“Of course. I’d have actually been quite troubled if you really refused. You’re too easy to read, playing hard to get only works if you’re good at it. If you’re not, it only backfires on you. You’ve got to practice a lot more before you can pull the wool over my eyes. Rosa might be teaching you a few things, but without practical experience out on the field you’ll find it difficult to improve.”

“Ugh. Why’d you assume it was Rosa who taught me that?” She subconsciously pulled the blanket on the bed over her body as if that would stop me from seeing through her.

“I’ve adopted a certain mindset. When in doubt, pin it all on Rosa. She’s almost always the troublemaker at the core of everything.”

“That’s a terrible thing to say.”

“It’s the truth though.”

“Well… you’re not wrong.”

“If an asteroid was headed toward Earth, I’d immediately look at Rosa and ask, ‘What did you do this time?’”

“How would she even be responsible for that?”

“How would I know? I’d love to know that as well.”

Side by side on the bed, we chatted about a bunch of pointless stuff like this for the next half hour until Alicia suddenly said, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take a quick shower.”

Under the blanket, she put her blouse back on, sat up, then headed to the shower. With her gone, I curled up on the bed and shut my eyes as I pulled the blanket she’d abandoned over my body. I was pretty tired.

Her shower didn’t last very long. It only took ten minutes before she returned to my room.

“You already fell asleep?” Alicia whispered out a question, but I didn’t respond.

My lack of a response prompted her to quietly crawl under the blanket. She made the motion to wrap her arms around me from behind, but in the end, as if worried that she’d wake me, she punched the back of my shirt instead. 

“Good night.” She whispered to herself. I could feel her forehead lightly touch down against the back of my neck.

She also seemed pretty tired.

I rolled over with my eyes closed, wrapped my left arm around her head, pulled her closer to my chest, and tucked her head under my chin. My right arm slid under her body and coiled around her waist until my hand stopped on her hip.

Alicia took the chance to hug me tight. The two of us cuddled close together without saying a single word until we inevitably fell asleep, immersed in each other’s scent.

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