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"How's that?" Kate asked.
"What do you mean how? You just are. There's nothing bad about you."
"Are we talking girlfriend, or are we talking sex?"
David felt a pang of guilt. "Sex-wise," he admitted, then tried to make light of it: "You're definitely not perfect girlfriend-wise; you make me do half the cooking and cleaning!" Kate laughed indignantly and playfully tried to swat him with her pillow.
"I'm not perfect sex-wise. There's loads of things wrong."
"Come on then - like what?"
"Well, my body for starters. My breasts are only a B-cup, and the nipples look like they're trying to run away from each other."
"I think your breasts are just the right size. Not big enough to droop, but large enough for me to cup. And I think it's cute that your nipples point like that."
"Hmm, well my stomach is curved not flat - "
"What little curve there is, is very cute."
"Let me finish a sec," Kate said. "I know you'd like me to be shaved down below but I'm not so that's not perfect for you, and my bum is a bit too big. My legs are ok I guess."
"Come on - you know how much I like bottoms! I love yours. It's better the size it is than being too small - there'd be nothing for me to grab. And as for the shaving, I understand that it gets itchy and that's why you don't like it, but better to have a woman who does what she wants than just blindly agree with all my requests."
"I'm well aware that you like a woman who does what she wants," Kate said, raising her eyebrows devilishly.
"That just helps prove my point. You're surely perfect in the sexual preferences and adventure category. You seem to love just about everything I love."
"It's true, but I'm not actually very good at the basic things. I don't give a very good hand job, my blow jobs are not very good, I can't really give a tit job, and I'm not amazing at the actual sex. I'm awful, frankly!"
"That's not really -"
"Ok," Kate interjected. "Answer this completely honestly, I won't get mad at all. Am I the best you've ever been with at any of those things?" David paused. He considered a white lie to try and save Kate's feelings, but he knew she wouldn't want that. She had asked for the truth, and she meant it.
"For most of them, no. I'll tell you something that you are the best at though - you are not afraid to go on top, unlike all the other girls I've met."
"More fool them. So now I have to ask - who was the best at the other bits?" Kate asked. David felt like he was edging onto thin ice.
"The best handjob was probably Sarah. The best blowjob was definitely Veronica. I've never really been into tit jobs, but that was probably Sarah, because she had quite large tits," David spoke slowly, feeling incredibly awkward.
"You don't like talking about things like this do you?" Kate asked.
"No, it feels kinda strange, talking to you about how good previous girlfriends are."
"Ok, I'll stop. I think I proved my point anyway."
"Maybe not total perfection then," David admitted, "but you're still the best I'm ever going to have."
"That," Kate said, planting a kiss on David's forehead, "that I can be happy with."
David paused, appreciating the tenderness of the moment. He thought for a moment, and then decided to obey his impulse; he slid his hand over to Kate, and inside the waistband of her pyjama trousers. He felt her knickers, and the hardness of the sanitary towel beneath them.
Kate looked condescendingly at David. "If you'll remember, this is the wrong time of the month for that."
"Oh," David said sheepishly.
Kate couldn't stifle a laugh at his ill-conceived attempt, and it burst out of her in a snort. David looked hurt for a second, but then couldn't help joining in, and they both began laughing.
Several weeks later, Kate lay in bed, her book open, but her eyes were not focused at all on the text. She was concentrating on trying to find the words to bring up the question nagging at her. Something that she had wanted to ask David all day but had kept putting off. She steeled herself, and blurted it out:
"Do you think we should move in together?"
"I thought we already had," David observed.
"Hey!" Kate said, slapping his arm. "I only stay over... almost every weekend. But it would be good to make that permanent, and move my stuff over. Except that I think we'd need a bigger place for the both of us."
"I'd love to move in with you," David said, smiling. Kate beamed back. "Should we hunt for houses to rent then?"
"Yep, sounds good. That was a quick decision!" Kate was surprised by how smoothly it had gone; for some reason, she had expected David to be hesitant.
"I guess so. But if we both want it, where's the problem eh. So what sort of thing do we want?"
"For the right sort of size we'll probably want a two-bedroom place. We can use one of the bedrooms as a spare bedroom and store lots of things like books in there, then put the computer in the living room with the TV, and then have a kitchen and bathroom of course. Another room wouldn't go amiss."
"Not that you've been thinking about it already," David teased.
"Well, it may have crossed my mind. Of course, we'd want a king-sized bed and suitable bedroom."
"So suitable means large?"
"Yes. And anything else we could think of," Kate said cryptically.
"Ooh, say like a place to put some bolts and eyeholes in the ceiling?"
"Now you're talking. The bed would also have to have a suitable frame - maybe wrought iron headboard with lots of holes and bars?"
"Naturally. Anything else?"
"A dungeon would be brilliant," Kate laughed. "But somehow I don't think many houses come with their own S&M dungeon!"
"Shame, I think it would put the value up," David observed. "So moving in, huh? The start of a new era."
"A wonderful new era," Kate promised. They drew closer to each other, and kissed. They kissed for a long time, tenderly. Kate reached her arm around David and drew him to her tightly. They kissed again, and slowly rolled over so that David was above Kate. As their lips gently tussled with each other, David's hardening penis began pressing against Kate's crotch. Kate reached down and began tugging her pyjamas down her legs. David drew his own legs up to straddle Kate's chest and allow her to pull her trousers down her bent legs.
David shuffled his legs back down as Kate reached underneath him and tugged his hard dick through the slit in his boxers. She guided the head, slick with pre-come to the bottom of the fur between her legs. David pushed gently forwards and penetrated her slowly, causing her to exhale slightly. They kissed again once he was inside her. Kate pulled her legs up and wrapped them around him as he began softly rocking his pelvis backwards and forwards.
After a time, they stopped kissing and David buried his head over Kate's left shoulder. She put her left hand on the back of his head tenderly, while she put her right arm across his back, her legs still wrapped around him and her ankles locked, one over the other. David began thrusting harder, his back arching and straightening like the tide, rocking the two intertwining bodies as he swelled forward and then drifted back. Kate held him to her as tightly as she could without interrupting his movements, revelling in each thrust.
Their murmurs of pleasure were quiet to the point of silence, but pleasure surged within them both; feelings of joy that went beyond the physical pleasure in their loins. However, it was their bodies that dictated the duration of their coupling and they could both feel their climax welling up inside them. They came together, their bodies buckling and rippling against each other, an ecstatic clash of limbs and torsos.
"I love you," David said, pulling his head up.
"I love you too," Kate said, and neither of them could stop smiling.
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