I’m not his ‘fangirl’. I’m not his ‘nurse’. I’m just his friend. His friend who just so happens to be a girl. I am on the greenish-teal, red, and white plaid comforter of his freshly made bed as I wait for his return. From where? From doing the livestream with Cry, of course.
I am a friend of RussMoney, and this is my story.
He comes home tired as I sit on his bed reading. I am slowly, seductively sucking on a thick candy cane as I lay on my stomach in a tank top and shorts. I’m one of the few who know his sexual weakness, the mouth and tongue.
I close my eyes as I wrap my long, rose-colored tongue around the sweet, minted candy cane. I know how to tease him as I take the candy cane into my mouth and shove it, like it was his ‘sword’. His long… thick… hard ‘sword.’
5 inches. The first five I can take in with ease. The next 3; this is where I know my trouble will be. I lick my lips before slowly wrapping them around where the head would be. I suck lightly for a minute, then stop. I open my eyes and see him.
“Hey, Russ,” I say, smiling softly, “didn’t notice you come in.”
“Hello, darlin’,” he says comfortably. I stand up from my sitting position as he walks over to me. I hug him tightly, he hugs back.
“Why are you here,” he questions playfully. I smirk.
“I missed you,” I whisper in his ear, warmly, “I haven’t seen you in a while…”
“I missed you, too,” he tells me. I place my face into the crook of his shoulder. He smiles into my hair, before I risk our friendship and kiss his neck gently, slowly making my way up to his earlobe. I gently nibble and lick it, secretly wondering if he’ll stop me.
The licking and nibbling tickles him, causing him to chuckle a bit of the laugh I love oh so much. He places his hands on my hips. I don’t know if that’s a sign for me to go farther, but it’s definitely not a sign to stop.
I slowly lick and nibble my way down his strong, seductive, sexy jaw to his tempting lips and kiss him softly. I’m surprised, but happy as I feel him kiss me back, but I note the curiosity evident in his kiss.
“I missed you,” I repeat quietly, “I want to make you happy… As a sort of… Christmas present.”
I see his smile as he asks, “oh?