Chapter 251.


    <strong>Chapter 251. The Troubling Goth Girl. (6/6)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I slipped my erection between her deep valley directly against her body. The warmth between those two fleshy lumps of fat enveloped itpletely all the way around.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I ced 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing?” She asked inquisitively.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You did the same thing to me with your skirt before, it’s only fair that I do the same by blindfolding you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? But… I want to see.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The nearer I drew to the end, the faster my breathing became.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alicia, I’m about to finish.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm. Please go ahead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t want to get her blouse dirty, so I pulled it up over her head and removed it


    <span style="font-weight:400">After another thirty seconds, my hips locked in ce 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It smells somewhat sugary,” Alicia whispered to herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When my body rxed, I leaned forward over her body and rested my hands t on the bed just above her shoulders. Satisfied, I panted and caught my breath in this moment of respite


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you… done?” She asked hesitantly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did it feel good?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, it did.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After I undid her blindfold Iid 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?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Zale?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s the student council president’s name?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Hisst name is Tchort.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Chort?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It starts with a T.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Names are hard. They’re among my greatest weaknesses.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You want to hook a guy up with someone when you don’t even know his name?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… sorry about that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I get that you’re bad with names, but you should at least try a little.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re probably right,” I say that, but I naturally won’t.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We got a bit sidetracked. Who were you nning to hook him up with?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The vice president.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Her? Uh… that’s…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? You think it’s impossible?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, that would be because she likes the student council president who has his eyes set on you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… I only realized that recently when he confessed to me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’ll be cooperating with us, so you don’t need to worry about her disying any hostility toward you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sound like you’re on good terms with Izora.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The vice president’s name, I suppose.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’re acquainted to the point that I’ve agreed to assist in her pursuit of the student council president.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. You didn’t have any ideas how to get them together, so you came to me? Someone who knows them both?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly. I’d prove to be useless trying to y 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 ying cupid for others. You’re also at the core of this problem as well, so you’re the most suitable person for the job.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wouldn’t that make you the same as my friends who had me y a simr role for Christmas?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What if I don’t want to be used?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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 ande up with a method on my own.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? So you did want to help after all? Say so sooner.” I grinned internally but maintained my outward poker face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah… you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Despite not showing it, she still figured it out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. I’d have actually been quite troubled if you really refused. You’re too easy to read, ying 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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh. Why’d you assume it was Rosa who taught me that?” She subconsciously pulled the nket on the bed over her body as if that would stop me from seeing through her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s a terrible thing to say.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s the truth though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… you’re not wrong.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If an asteroid was headed toward Earth, I’d immediately look at Rosa and ask, ‘What did you do this time?’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How would she even be responsible for that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How would I know? I’d love to know that as well.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Under the nket, 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 nket she’d abandoned over my body. I was pretty tired.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her shower didn’tst very long. It only took ten minutes before she returned to my room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You already fell asleep?” Alicia whispered out a question, but I didn’t respond.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Myck of a response prompted her to quietly crawl under the nket. 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good night.” She whispered to herself. I could feel her forehead lightly touch down against the back of my neck.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She also seemed pretty tired.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.