Muscles? That was a first but he wasn't going to correct her. "Yeah I work out a lot" he lied, squeezing her waist a little and kissing beside her ear. "I bench press like, a hundred." Whatever that meant.
She was none the wiser and oohed. "That's pretty impressive," she giggled. When she sobered up from this night she was going to hate herself for being such a stupid girl but for the moment she was content to nuzzle Sim's face and kiss his lips.
Sim was very happy, he had resigned himself to a night of solitude after he had failed to win the affection of anyone before New Years, but this turn of events was going better than expected.
He kissed along her neck, probably leaving a hickey that was going to be embarrassing in the morning, one hand straying across Meka's stomach.
Meka was blissfully unaware of the purplish hue her neck would take on the next morning and more than happy to have won the affections of someone, anyone for once. She giggled a bit as he kissed along her neck. "That tickles."
She squirmed a little at first when his hand trailed across her stomach but she settled into his touch. She pressed herself closer, kissing the place between his shoulder and his neck.
He laughed when she squirmed and pushed the hoody off of her shoulders, getting her arms stuck only once and discarding it. With a smirk he began to push her down into a position where he could be on top of her, a hand either side of her head.
"Have you done this before?" It was only gentlemanly to check. Would it make a difference if she hadn't? Probably not.
The ground was a little cold on her arms so she wrapped them around his shoulders to prevent them from touching the ground. It wasn't until after he asked her that she realized what was happening. After a moment's hesitation she shook her head no. "Don't make fun of me, okay?" she said nervously.
He smiled and rested his forehead to hers, kissing her nose in a hazy display of affection. "Don't worry, babe." One hand had brazenly slipped up her shirt and over her boob. "It's fine" he reassured her, kissing her a little more urgently than before.
The closeness, the kiss on her nose, that warm floaty feeling... it was all enough to soothe that creeping nervousness. "Okay, take care of me Sim Sim Salabim," she said before kissing him back.
One hand slipped down his back, finding his warm skin under his tee shirt. She shifted her legs to be more accommodating for Sim.
Sim could take care of her now, but tomorrow was another day. His hand went below her waist and began to unbutton her pants. Maybe if he was more sober he would bother to take it slower, but alcohol made him dumber and he was already pulling her pants down and panting impatiently.
Lost in the momentum Meka found the front of his jeans and with shaking fingers undid them. She pushed at his jeans, trying to get them down. She felt his urgency and everything she had ever thought about sex went right out the window.
She pulled his face down to hers, kissing him with a matched impatience.
Sim did a shimmy until his jeans were down sufficiently enough and pulled Meka's down quickly. Yes, they were just at the front of the house but everyone was inside partying still. It probably wouldn't be the first time someone had found him in this position.
He didn't bother with any foreplay, or a condom infact. He might even feel guilty the next day but in this moment he just wanted to fuck. He pulled his boxers down and her panties to the side, positioning and finally breaking the kiss.
"I'm gonna put it in" he warned her, waiting for her approval.
Meka, on the other hand, had never been caught in a compromising situation in her life. She would have been horrified if anyone saw what she was doing.
"Okay," she said breathlessly. Her whole body tensed a bit, she dug her fingers into his shoulders in anticipation.
Sim didn't need any more encouragment as he pushed into Meka, slowly, hovering over her and trying to gauge her reaction. Did it hurt when you lost 'it'? It was dark and he couldn't tell if she was in pain, but the fingernails digging into his shoulders were a reminder that she was probably nervous.
He gave a shakey breath and thrust all the way in, head buried between her shoulder and neck as he tried to control the strength of each stroke as he built up a rhythm.
She squeezed her eyes shut and realized she had been holding her breath. She let out a sharp breath. Fuuuuuck that hurt. She rested her head against his, she remembered how her nails were digging into his shoulders but couldn't seem to loosen her grip, in fact her body got even more tense. A little whimper escaped.
Okay, she was in pain, maybe it was because his dick was so big? Sim bit his lip to stop laughing at his own joke and stroked her hair comfortingly.
"Hey, is it okay? I can take it out.." He said it with a hint of reluctance but held completely still (as a drunk person could) until she said anything.
Meka finally let go of his shoulders. She took a deep breath when he laid still and she wiggled under him. "It's okay," she said stubbornly, he liked her, right? So it was totally okay and she could do this. I'm just being a baby, she thought to herself.
She put her hand on his face. "I'm fine, remember, super hero powers and shit," she said weakly.
"Okay, great" he said with renewed enthusiasm. It would all be over soon anyway. He began his rhythm again, his heavy breathing turning into quiet grunts as he found a steady pace, zoning out because it felt good.
Her breathing picked up a bit, Meka closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders again. It wasn't terrible but it still kind of hurt. She let her mind wander, trying to think about things that we're awkward and somewhat painful. Puppies, cigarettes, Wonder Woman.... when is this going to be over?
Oh thank god... Meka was still breathing heavily when he stopped. She kissed him back, running her fingers through his hair. "S'ok Sim," she said feeling warm. "It was good," she said encouragingly.
"Can we cuddle?" she asked feeling sleepy, her head still spinning.
He got off of her, fixing his boxers and pants and turning over to drape an arm over her middle and bury his face in her back. He guessed he could cuddle, especially if he was asleep, which he seemed to be nearing.
Meka did her best to adjust herself. She liked the feel of his body pressed against hers and put her hands over his. "Nini Sim," she said as her heavy lids drooped shut.
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