During my final year at university, I was in a relationship with a woman named Lydia, who shared a house with three other strikingly attractive women. One of them, whom I’ll refer to as Aria, was particularly captivating.
Describing Aria doesn’t do her justice, but I’ll attempt it. Standing at around 5’2″, she possessed an hourglass figure that turned heads. Her mixed heritage – half-Italian, half-Brazilian – blessed her with olive skin, and her full lips were her most striking feature. She reminded me of a young Penélope Cruz, but with a uniqueness all her own.
Aria’s beauty drew constant admiration, resulting in free drinks and frequent advances from men. Sadly, many of them treated her poorly, growing impatient if she wanted to take things slow or disrespecting her if she didn’t. Our group often ended up consoling a tearful Aria over movies and takeout.
One night, it was just Lydia, Aria, and me in the living room after Aria witnessed a guy she liked with someone else. We tried to cheer her up, reassuring her that she deserved better. Lydia eventually excused herself, citing tiredness from the night’s whiskey shots, and insisted I stay to keep Aria company.
With Lydia gone, the atmosphere shifted. Aria and I were slightly buzzed, and it was late. She turned to me, her eyes reflecting insecurity, and asked, “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”
In my slightly inebriated state, I was more candid than usual. I told her how attracted I was to her, how amazing she looked in her form-fitting dress, and how any guy would be lucky to have her. I instantly regretted my words, fearing I’d crossed a line. But before I could apologize, Aria leaned in and kissed me.
I hesitated briefly, then gave in to the sensation of her soft lips. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, and I gripped her hips, feeling their curves beneath my fingers. Our breaths grew heavier, and I could feel the heat between us.
Aria slid off my lap, her eyes locked onto mine as she knelt in front of me. She unbuckled my belt, her fingers brushing against me, sending shivers down my spine. I was fully aroused, and when she took me into her mouth, I lost all sense of reason.
Guilt briefly flickered in my mind, but the sensation of Aria’s lips and tongue quickly overwhelmed it. I tangled my hands in her thick, dark hair as she moved, bringing me closer to the edge. When I finally climaxed, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and gratitude.
She stood up, planted a soft kiss on my lips, and whispered, “Thank you.” Then, she walked to her room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the lingering taste of her on my lips.