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Walking Home (Decadence and Candira)

For someone he once thought was so prude, she was so reciprocating. Where he might have expected her to push him again, she held on with a kind of sweetness. It showed him that she was eager as he was, albeit more careful and a lot more patient perhaps, but still yearning. She felt so soft to him, squirming beside him as one returned kiss became two, two became four...

Keith tilted his head, bringing his open palm to the side of her neck. He pressed and nuzzled against her lips, slowly parting his mouth so she could feel him doing the same. He felt Sophie's teeth stiff behind her soft skin. Hearing his tongue squirm out of his mouth, Keith dug for a deeper kiss, expecting to touch another tongue on that opposite side. His breathing increased in frequency. His eyes remained closed.
 
Time seemed to stretch out around them. It was so quiet in her apartment, but she didn't mind. The only thing that mattered at the moment was what she was doing with Keith. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying his kisses as he enjoyed hers. She shivered a little as his palm pressed against her sensitive neck--a weakness he had just moments ago taken advantage of. The fact that his touch could do so many things to her only made her more confident that he was someone special.

Her heart sped up as she felt his lips parting, and she breathed a bit more deeply. She pulled herself closer to him and kissed him back, parting her lips for him and welcoming his tongue with her own. It all felt so natural to be like this--in his arms, her lips pressed against his, her tongue slowly caressing his. Why had she ever turned him down?
 
His tongue didn't move all the way into her mouth at first. He explored her, almost remaining still as he finally touched the velvety tip. He remained tentative once he slid alongside her, curling up, then rolling to twist around her; her temperature foreign at first, but later matching his. Keith pressed deeper, finding the rest of her. He brushed over the base, licking her underside, feeling that string of tendon. He tilted his head, gasping in between movements. He was finally tasting her. Sophie, the one he always wanted to kiss, but never had the chance to. The one he used to loathe with a mix of pity and anger. His lips danced, producing a noise only lovers make whenever they were alone in a room.

His hand massaged her neck, writhing around before moving down the length of her torso. He brushed over the bump of her hip, passing it to settle on her half-exposed thigh. He gripped it. Keith then pulled her leg into him, sliding the inside of her thigh against his waist.
 
Sophie found that her body was quickly heating up from the contact with him. His hand on her neck made her entire body tingle. A soft groan escaped her as they kissed, her hands gently running over his sides and back as she lay with him. He wrapped around her and she shivered a bit, nervous and longing. Her eyes remained closed for the moment, letting his hand wander down, his black gloves making her tingle even more as he traced over her hips and down to her thigh, which he soon pulled against him. She blushed softly at the feel of him, the skirt she wore only allowing a bit of leg room. It slid up a little bit and she felt his jeans against her soft, smooth leg.

From her new position, Sophie let her tongue dance with his as their lips continued their dance. She pulled him just a little closer to her, her hand now taking its place on his neck, gently holding him in place as they made out for the first time.
 
This was in fact their first time making out. They were many years overdue for this moment, and Keith didn't realize this since he was so busy enraptured by the feel of Sophie, gripping him behind his neck, brushing him with bare leg, as well the sweet lick of her tongue.

The touch of her thigh, even though it rested over a layer of vintage denim, was enough to cause his thickening member to throb. It grew inside his pants, running out of space in his jeans, while begging to protrude somewhere. He shifted his legs, trying to find some room for his length to straighten out. It eventually settled upon extending down alongside the inside of his thigh.

Keith's heart raced in his chest. He murmured in her kiss, the unintelligible words muffled in between caressing lips and closed eyes. He noticed Sophie's skirt slid up as he rose her leg up to wrap him with it. His hand felt the backside of her exposed thigh, traveling up higher, and then higher until that denim was pushed up, so he could feel that prodigious bump he had revealed. His hand then grazed the fabric of whatever she was wearing beneath.

With his other hand, he took her hand and guided them under his shirt. He let her feel the rippled rows of his six pack, tightening them as he felt her touch. Then he moved her up to his chest, where he felt the tip of her fingers hit his nipple, sending vibrations of pleasure overtaking him, as well as his groin area. There, he let her hand go, allowing it free reign to do whatever it pleased.
 
All thoughts stopped--now it was just feelings. The feel of his hand on the back of her thigh made her blush and she wondered, briefly, if she was living up to his expectations. Then, the thoughts were gone again. She felt herself heating up a bit as his hands ran up her smooth legs to her ass. The bikini bottoms beneath were nothing particularly special, but they looked nice and felt soft against her skin.

His other hand guided hers, her soft fingers gliding over his chest. His abs were incredible, and they led to his toned pectorals, where her fingertips brushed his nipple lightly. She could feel him tense a bit as she did so and so when he let her hand go, she cautiously explored his body. His skin was warm and soft, and he felt so solid and strong beneath her fingers. Something about exploring with her eyes closed made it a little more fun. She smiled and nipped at his lip gently while she ran her hands over his chest, trying to memorize the feel.
 
He felt the smooth, nearly elastic, undergarment covering her ass. They tightly bound up her round cheeks like a second skin, and his hand was eager to squeeze her from over them, feeling them stretch with the abundant flesh of each bun. Keith savored seizing a handful of her rear, groaning while he continued to probe her with his tongue. His constricted erection wanted to rise, but the layer of faded pant leg prevented them, making him squirm in a mix of pleasure and pain.

From his chest, his nipple stiffened, perking up all tiny and proud. It was a small nib of sensitive flesh, a beacon of heightened sensitivity.
 
Sophie let her tongue mingle with his, the taste of him washing over her. She shivered a bit as he squeezed her butt, her body incredibly sensitive to his touch. She blushed again, her heart in her throat as she ran her hand over his chest. She could feel his erect nipple and was eager to make sure he was even, her hands roaming his chest for a few more moments. Excited was only one word to describe her situation. She was a bit anxious and very much aroused, interested in continuing things...but if this kept up, she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop...At a loss for the moment, she let things continue. Surely a few more moments of this would be alright.
 
Hearing her react to his touch engorged his member even further, making him feel even more uncomfortable. He squirmed against her, pressing his groin up against hers, soaking himself with her added warmth. He briefly rubbed his wrapped package into her, going once, then a few more times as each movement felt better than the last. Oh, did this feel so good.

He took a break from wrestling her with his tongue. He nibbled on her lower lip, pecking the surroundings, raining kisses around her left cheek, before brushing his tongue over her skin, painting and dabbing his way down to the side of her neck, where he just licked as though he were swiffing with a single feather, before kissing her again.

Now it was time to explore further. His hand left her ass. With an extended index finger, he grazed up the summit of her left breast with his nail, provoking the rise of her nipple somewhere under that top. He then skated downward, making another pass, this time pressing harder to indent the voluptuous chest. Then he made another pair of cuts, rolling across that nipple like cowboy spurs, this time perpendicular to that previous line.
 
Sophie groaned softly in pleasure as he rubbed against her, his lips nibbling and kissing her. She opened her eyes, shivering as his tongue licked over her neck. She could feel her sex pouring out heat and dampening with excitement. When his lips returned to hers, she kissed him back with hunger, though she tried to keep it in check.

Her nails slowly, gently dragged down his chest from his collar bone to the bottom of his abs. Once her hand completed its journey, it traveled to his hip, rubbing up and down as she took her lips from his and gently started to kiss his neck. Her soft lips traveled down his neck and kissed the sensitive skin there, gently suckling. Gasping softly, she felt his hand brush over her breasts, exploring with his finger. Her sensitive nipple rose for him and she felt a rush of pleasure and panic.

She moaned softly as his fingers teased her sensitive chest, but he couldn't know just how sensitive she was...or why. And she wasn't sure she was ready to share that embarrassing secret with him just yet. She had to stop him...but it felt so good...and if he had been willing to share his unbelievable tentacle secret with her... maybe he would understand when he found out. Still, perhaps they should slow things down a little...soon. Yes...soon. She nipped his neck before returning to his lips and ran her hand over his back pockets, enjoying the opportunity.
 
He shivered from the feel of her nails raking lines down him. He wished she'd go lower and grab him down there since he was simply dying to set it free. That was before she grabbed his hip though. She followed it with her gentle touch on his neck, which made Keith cry out in a soft gasp. He wanted to find something off of her to nibble on as he felt her mouth on his neck, so thick and wet. He managed to make do with using his hands instead.

Hearing her gasp from his brief encounter with her nipple further aroused him, bringing him some pain in his groin as it reached its full length with nowhere to go. He dipped a hand into his jeans and scooped up his member, repositioning it so it'd point straight up, instead of expanding down his leg. With it in a more comfortable angle, he settled himself against her bikini bottom once again, digging up into her and snuggling his bulge with her moist crotch. He wondered what color were her panties and bra at that moment.

Speaking of bras, he replaced his index finger with his thumb this time, corkscrewing the tip of his nail into her nipple, vortexing into the center with circular motions. He noticed that bump rise from beneath her bra cup. He wanted to play with it some more. The idea that she had developed so fast over the summer was still something he could never get over, and the thought alone jacked up his heart rate while causing his breathing to become ragged, all while stiffening him even more down there.

As their lips locked again, he opened his hand wide and filled them with her heavy breast, massaging it gently, focusing more on squeezing to one side, before shifting to another, savoring their abundant weight. He then hooked his index finger, finding that thickened node on the peak of her soft mammary, scratching at it with yet another set of circular motions.
 
His little moan instantly made her want to hear more. She groaned softly as he squeezed and played with her breasts. Each time he touched her, she felt a need rise up from within her. Her hand reached down into his back pocket and gave him a little squeeze, pulling him just a bit closer to her. She felt him squirm and reposition himself in his jeans before brushing against her again. She felt his vintage denim rub against the creamy, soft material of her panties and melted a little.

The same material rested beneath just a tiny bit of lace detailing on her bra, which he was now pressing into her very sensitive flesh. His breathing was ragged now, but hers was rapidly approaching the same rhythm. She moaned softly into his lips, her large breasts filling his hands before finding her nipple again, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her system. Sophie could feel herself needing more than just gentle prodding now...but she couldn't ask for more now. Not only was she not sure of how to do it, but she wasn't quite ready to let him. this really needed to stop soon, but she just couldn't do it yet.
 
Keith couldn't control himself anymore. His hand quickly went to her skirt, peeling it up so her creamy panties were fully exposed. He grabbed her ass again, squeezing harder than before, becoming more aggressive. He felt like tearing her underwear off; his seizing hand nearly slid them off in between his raw groping. Hearing her groan and feeling her pull him into her didn't help at all. He continued to rub against her, increasing the speed of his rhythm, teasing him even more.

His hand then grew bored. It slipped under her green camisole, heading straight to her breast. With eager fingers, he seized the lace-armored mass, feeling that his single hand alone wasn't enough to bear its entire weight. With that, he kneaded her some more, pressing his palm into her as he pulled with digging fingers, peeling back the lace of her bra to expose some areolae. With a deft movement, he lifted his arm, pulling up her shirt to uncover her strapped chest. The off-white color of her bra seemed to illuminate off of her fair skin, with half a nipple poking from the edge of its cup.

Keith undid his buckle with his other hand, swiftly sliding it aside before whisking down the zipper to his fly, baring for her his black and white striped boxers as he slid down his pants. Ah, did that feel much, much better. He could feel the warm air around his cock, and it was like he could breathe again. His stiffened member stuck out from under the thin fabric of his boxers, long and thick enough to stretch and distort the hem of his underwear. Just then, he realized that he had to be careful. If he went over the edge, that particular something might happen. He'd lose control, lose consciousness, and then in the worst case scenario, he'd black out, and then it would take over him.

But he couldn't stop. This just felt too good. He pressed his stiff tent against her hot panties again, grinding against her welcoming moistness. It took him a while to notice, but his engorged erection began to increase beyond his normal size, its shaft thickening, while growing heavier, swelling with thickening veins. It trembled a bit. Despite that, Keith still continued, moaning in between kisses.
 
Despite the fact that she knew it shouldn't be happening, Sophie wanted him to continue. Her wish was granted as his hands got more aggressive and started squeezing her roughly. He all but took her panties off as he squeezed and rubbed her ass. Her heart sped up even faster as his hands bared her perfect legs for his delight. She shivered as he ground against her, her body heating up as he held her against him.

And then his hand was under her shirt, her muscles tensing with anticipation. He found out quickly that she was more than a handful, and the fact that he seemed to want more made her shiver with need. She gasped as her pale, rosy flesh was revealed to him in a single movement--his hand moving her shirt up with relative ease as he pulled her bra down. Her nipples were already stiff, and, sensitive as they were, aching. The creamy color only seemed to make her skin more appealing in the dying light, her body half dressed now.

His pants were off in mere seconds and before she knew what had really happened, she felt his hard member pressing against her again, making her moan. She could see why he'd had such a successful career as a porn star. She could feel him trembling against her, and as much as she wanted him to continue, she couldn't let him...at least not yet. So it was that she ran her hands up his chest and gently pushed him away, a her lips swollen from the kissing. She panted softly, lust in her eyes as she watched him. "Keith...I....we need to stop...at least for a minute..." She bit her lip, obviously wanting more. "I have a little secret of my own," she said.
 
All he could hear were their own pants. Keith slowly opened his eyes, seeing hers burn into him with a passion only adults alone in their rooms at night exhibited. He tried to kiss her again, but her hand came between them. It was like shooting a scene all over again. Let's face it, while Keith was in at least a dozen or so films, stopping like that in between a moment of passion still took a monumental degree of resolve. "How do you do that," he said, still panting. "You can just stop in the middle of anything. You're incredible." He finished that phrase with a mix of admiration and annoyance--more of the former, than the latter.

He brought his hand up to stroke her hair. Watching her breathing like that, all blushing with eyes that were clearly in heat, while her nipples stared at him, was a heavenly sight, to say the least. Despite that, the quiver that began in his groin began to subside as he backed his hips away from hers.

"Secret?" he asked, catching his breath. What was this all about? She didn't have an STD, he hoped. God forbid that would be a tragedy. "What is it, then?" He continued, blinking at her.
 
Oh, it was painful to stop like she had, but she had managed to do it for a number of reasons, though most were inspired by fear. "It's easier when you're the one doing it," she murmured, though it was still incredibly difficult. She watched him for a moment, the soothing act of him stroking hair calming her just enough to not want to jump his bones. When he asked what it was, she blushed a little and looked away.

"Well, I realize how bad it sounds when I say it like that. I promise I'm not diseased or anything like that...but it's still really embarrassing." She took a deep breath and then looked straight into his eyes. "My growth spurt over the summer left me with a hormone imbalance. I...I lactate," she said, closing her eyes for a moment, not sure she wanted to see his reaction.
 
His eyes widened as she said that. Did he hear that right? Lactate, as in, milk coming out of breasts, kind of lactate? Keith wasn't even sure if that was even possible unless she was pregnant, but it was clear that she wasn't. Still though, he could feel his heart hammering his chest. Hell, he could feel it throbbing in his throat now. He suddenly felt really hot in his face...as though it hadn't been hot enough to begin with.

"That, uh, I...never expected that," he said, noticing how embarrassed she looked. She had her eyes closed, for crying out loud! He had to do something--anything. He was in fact severely turned on by that, but he wanted to at least show her some self-restraint. He brushed the side of her face, bringing his lips close to her.

"But my God, that is the most sexiest thing I've ever heard," he continued, kissing her. Suddenly, he could remember why he drew those doodles in class, realizing they weren't a coincidence after all. "Do you even realize how rare it is to have such a condition?" He continued, now bursting with curiosity. "So how long has it been happening, and does it occur all of the time?" She may not have looked so happy about it, but Keith wanted to wipe those worries away. While it may prove to be something problematic for her, to him he saw it as something truly beautiful. "And it's not embarrassing," he added. "I think it's beautiful."
 
Her eyes shot open as he told her that was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. Was he serious? She blushed severely as he kissed her. She kissed him back just a bit, still stunned. "I do know it's rare," she said with a little frown. "It's just embarrassing...when I get particularly excited it can happen, but a lot of times it has to do with how much stimulation my breasts get..." she frowned. "It's just I can feel the milk building up, and it's a little painful." She frowned and looked away again, clearly still embarrassed.
 
Hearing her describe her condition did nothing else but made him even more curious. Actually, curious would be more of a euphemism. Extremely aroused fit the bill more. He took her by the chin, turning her face towards him again. "Would it help your pain if I sucked on them?" He asked, with stern eyes. He was serious about it. "I've never tasted breast milk from a person, per say. And if I could taste anyone's milk, I would definitely prefer it to be yours first."

He hoped he didn't embarrass her any further by saying that. He was always fascinated by the idea, to the point where he could admit to having a fetish for such a thing. But he was picky about it. It wasn't like he enjoyed anyone's milk or anyone lactating for that matter. Like his preference for redheads in his videos, it always seemed to come back to Sophie in some way or another.
 
His words made her blush even more, if that was possible. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as the thought of him actually going through with his offer came to mind. "It would," she said softly, watching him carefully. "But...I mean...I have a pump for when it gets really bad. You don't have to if you don't want to." She bit her lip, knowing even as she said it that he wanted to do it or he wouldn't have offered. It was incredibly embarrassing, despite the fact that he thought it was beautiful.

"A-are you sure you want to? I'm not gonna lie, I don't know if I can keep this up and keep it so innocent. Maybe...maybe we should cool it a little."
 
He took her hand, gently squeezing it. "Sophie, you don't even know how hot that is to me. Most girls who lactate are either pregnant or not my type. You're definitely neither of those. I've had fantasies of these kinds of things, and I've cum buckets each time," he said, smiling at her without a hint of embarrassment. She looked so adorable blushing like that. It was so cute and at the same time so arousing. "And you actually have to use a pump?" He said, chuckling. He gave her hand another squeeze as he looked into her eyes. "You won't need to use it that often anymore," he added. Keith then scooted closer to her, practically squirming into her. He could feel his whole body throbbing for her.

"I want to do whatever I can to help you feel more comfortable about it," he said with wistful eyes. "Because like I said earlier, it isn't something you have to be embarrassed about around me."
 
She was still blushing, but she'd calmed down a little bit. At the very least it didn't seem like the end of the world anymore. And it wasn't like she'd scared him off--as she might have originally been thinking. In fact, he was even more interested in her now. Her hand stayed in his, receiving gentle, encouraging squeezes as he tried to make her feel better about it. It was slowly working. Her grey eyes stared back into his and she smiled weakly. He was capable of being the nicest guy in the world if he wanted to be.

"W-well, if you want to, you can help me," she said softly. The pump had done it's job before, but it always made her feel that much more...different. In the worst possible way. "But I mean, it's not like regular milk, you know. I can't promise it'll taste good or anything like that," she said with a little frown. "Still, it would be a nice change from the machine..."

And then she felt him press against her again, so much so that he was practically inside of her. She wanted so badly to continue...but she shouldn't let them. She shivered softly and did her best to ignore the lust permeating her body. It was too soon, for one thing, and for another, she didn't have any condoms. She wasn't sure he had either, and she wasn't on the pill at the moment. And then she realized that safety had come second in her train of thoughts. She trusted him so completely that it was almost naive. She looked back at him and smiled softly.

"I don't think....I don't think we should go much further than this for today, though," she said. "It's all happening pretty fast," she said, getting a little dizzy from just thinking about it.
 
Hearing her voice, watching her blush as she described her condition, while seeing her practically naked looking so vulnerable and demure was simply too much for him. He kissed her neck, moistening it with a few licks. He accompanied it with the smooth slide of his metal ring over her skin.

"But Sophie," he said into her ear, "we've known each other since we were children. How is this moving too fast?" His hand cupped one of her breasts again, stiffening her nipple with the press of his thumb. With that hand on her, he slowly pushed, bringing her to rest on her back. He crawled over her, looming. He bit her lip, nibbling on it before tracing her lips with his tongue.

He gave her a few seconds to respond before moving his mouth lower. He wanted to suck all of that embarrassment away.
 
She shivered as he kissed her neck, the cool, silver piercing only adding to her sensations. She groaned softly and shivered again as he whispered into his ear. He seemed to have a way with words that made her logic shatter. Really, they had known each other for most of their lives. If anything this was a long time coming. But they'd only recently started to talk to each other like civil people, let alone trust each other.

Sophie closed her eyes and let him move her onto her back, watching him as he loomed above her, her perky nipple already at attention. "It's just that we're just starting to get to know each other again," she said softly, her heart hammering against her chest. "Maybe we should hold off on going much further for now." And then his lips were pressing against hers and all other thoughts seemed to dissipate. When he finally pulled away she blushed and said, "Besides, I don't have protection hanging around." It was kind of a weak response, almost not audible as she watched him move his mouth.
 
Keith listened to her, slowing his kisses down to a simmer. He stopped at the top of her chest, breathing heavily, before settling there. He rested his head, hearing her heartbeat thud against his ears. "You're right," he said, taking her hand again. He looked at her exposed set of nipples and smiled, wondering if she really needed to unload some of her milk. She'd have to let him know another time. He then reached over and slipped her bra up to cover her enormous mounds, encasing them back in lace.

It wasn't the fact that she didn't have protection that bothered him. It was the fact that she seemed so uncomfortable about it, and they were moving really fast. "We are moving quite fast," he added, playing with her hand by tracing his fingers alongside hers. Even doing this with her felt nice.

He then chuckled, smirking to himself a bit. "I was pretty eager to know what you tasted like, though. I better change the subject now. Let's talk about..." He couldn't think about anything else at the moment with her abundant cleavage in plain view. He backed his hips away from her, crossing his legs as though he suddenly became a whole lot more self-conscious about himself.

"Let's talk about how crazy this day's been," he finished, realizing how long it really was. He hadn't expected it to be that long to begin with, but a lot has happened.
 
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