Page 18 of Baby Girl

“Oh, my God. I……am….going…to…cum. Oh….I…Erik…I am…,” she got louder with each word spoken.

I slid my hand to her mouth, covered it, muffling her voice, and whispered into her ear, “Shhhhh, cum for me, Kelli, keep cumming.”

Her pace slowed as she reached full climax. She lowered herself onto my lap, my erection still inside of her. She leaned back, twisted at the waist, and grabbed my face in both of her hands.

“Your cock feels amazing, just saying….”

She kissed me lightly, lifted herself from my lap, and slid to the seat beside me. As she did, I noticed that there were two younger males in the seat two aisles directly in front of her. I had not noticed them before. One of the two was turned in our direction, looking at us, and not watching the movie. As she moved, and exposed me, he turned to his friend and spoke. The friend turned and looked our direction, and then they both turned to the screen.

“I didn’t realize there were two kids in front of you,” I said, apologetically.

“I didn’t either until it was too late. When they started watching, it was too late to stop,” she said, smiling.

“Watching?” I asked.

“Yes, they were watching the entire time. It was hot,” she began repositioning her dress.

I pulled my pants up, smiling. I zipped and buttoned them, then quietly buckled my belt. As I lifted my hands from my belt, Kelli looked at me, surprised. She leaned toward me and with a puzzled look on her face, whispered.

“What are you doing? I’m not done. Not even close.”

She reached down, grabbed my belt, and unbuckled it. Taking both hands, she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As she looked into my eyes, she reached down and pulled my still somewhat erect shaft from my pants. Lowered herself into the seat, she turned and looked at me.

“Hold my hair this time, Erik,” she said. Then she turned and swallowed my complete erection.

As her head bobbed up and down, I gathered her hair in my hands. Getting ahold of it, and attempting to collect it in my hand, I lost mental control of what was going on for a moment. That loss of control combined with her capacity to perform orally proved to be more than I was prepared for.

As I began to cum, she forced herself onto me fully. As I climaxed, my feet pressed hard against the floor. Naturally, my legs rose as I balanced on my toes. Raising my thighs forced me deeper into her mouth, and as I did, she forced herself further into my lap, and growled. The feeling of her lips quivering on my sensitive shaft as I climaxed was a new experience for me. Interestingly, it was as pleasurable as the oral performance. After my final ejaculation, my muscles became lose, and I collapsed into the seat.

She continued to lick the tip and suck on the shaft until she was convinced it was free of any cum. After she was satisfied that she had completed her task, she sat up and smiled. Without a spoken word, she placed my now flaccid member into my jeans, zipped them and buttoned them. After buckling my belt, she leaned back into her seat.

“Satisfying you satisfies me,” she said.

“You’re a good girl, Kelli. You make me happy. I’m proud of you. Of who you are,” I responded.

“You can’t say that enough. I love hearing it. I just love it,” her eyes sparkled in dim lighting of the theatre as she spoke.

“I’ve never came so hard in my life. Your cock is huge. It felt so good,” she whispered.

“Mostly from the excitement of being in the theatre, I suppose,” I responded.

“No, it’s weird, there’s something about you. It’s well, weird. With you, I actually… well…I feel. I feel an odd connection. Don’t freak out and run. I’m not falling in love. It’s just. Well, it’s just that sexually, you fit me. You fill a void I have had my entire life. You make me actually feel when you fuck me. Everything about you,” she took a drink of her water and continued.

“When we were fucking, I felt full. Not just full of your cock, I felt full. Full emotionally. Safe, protected, I wasn’t worried. I never felt that way before. I have felt that way since we talked at the coffee shop and you told me to go to the bathroom. I like it. It’s different. It’s different and it’s a great kind of difference. Don’t ever stop fucking me, Erik. Ever.”

I looked into her eyes and started to speak. As I did, a lump rose in my throat. I tried to speak, but words wouldn’t come out. My mouth open, and incapable of speech, I reached for my bottle of water. Hoping the water would bring comfort; I raised the bottle and took a long drink.

“Nothing, you have nothing to say?” she asked.

I lowered the bottle back into the arm rest, and responded, “Kelli, you’re making me happy, extremely happy.”

“Don’t ever stop, Erik…..”

“Fucking me,” she continued.

I’m going to have to. I’m afraid I’m going to have to….

ERIK. Looking beyond life’s imperfections allows one to be able to find happiness. Life is not perfect, ever. For me, remembering that life is flawed, people are flawed, and therefore relationships are flawed, allows me to look at the flaws and imperfections as part of life itself. A perfect life includes all of the flaws associated with what and who you surround yourself with. My life and my means of living it are no exception. I was, as all people are, flawed. I accepted myself as being flawed no differently than I accepted others as being so.