From the Pool to the Room · Sequel: She Returned After Three Years

The chime of the doorbell echoed through the room, gently yet insistently pulling me from a dream still tinged with alcohol and lingering sensations. My body, still carrying the wetness from the pool and last night's excitement, stirred as I rubbed my drowsy eyes and opened the door in a daze. Molly — my girlfriend of three years in a long-distance relationship, who had been studying in Europe — was standing right in front of me.

Sunlight slanted into the room, illuminating her perfect figure — tall curves, long legs, and perfectly proportioned every detail, each one assaulting my senses. Her face remained fresh and beautiful, her eyes sparkling with a familiar and enchanting light. Her warm breath fell lightly on my neck as she leaned in, sending my blood surging and my heart skipping a beat. I could hardly believe she was really back.

We slowly sat on the sofa. The sunlight slanted in, a bit dazzling, but it couldn't compare to the tension in the quiet room that made my heart race. We talked about Europe, reminisced past memories, and shared how we had changed over the years. Time seemed to freeze in that moment. The atmosphere gradually turned intimate; she suddenly leaned closer, resting her head gently on my shoulder, her warm breath falling on my neck, carrying the closeness of long separation, making my heart beat faster.

When I used to be with Molly, I would always unconsciously “rush.” Rushing to get in the mood, rushing to set the pace, even rushing to prove something. But that day, I didn't. Perhaps it was because of the lingering state from last night at the pool, or perhaps because my body had grown accustomed to the sensation of being slowly, leisurely, and continuously opened.

At that point,I no longer hurried to “start,” I just held her, listening to her talk, smelling the scent in her hair, feeling the warmth when her body pressed against mine. Strangely, even though nothing had happened yet, my body was already gradually heating up. Molly suddenly looked up at me: “What's wrong with you?” I grinned and told her, “This time, I'll show you something different.”

I opened the box under the table. Having only experienced it alone, I suddenly wanted to try the pleasure with my girlfriend. So I took out the Comfly wearable device, detached the front part of the toy, and handed it to her. Molly, back from Europe, immediately understood my intention. She took out some lubricant from her backpack and began applying it to my penis. I said, “You even brought lubricant to see me? Can't wait, huh?” She replied, “Don't talk, it will ruin the mood.”

At the beginning,she gently applied lubricant to the toy and my penis, her hands skilled and tender. Within minutes, I was already hard. She kissed me, slowly guiding the toy over my penis and gently massaging it, creating a smooth friction that surged through me. At this point, my penis was hard enough that I feared I would ejaculate immediately, so I asked her to pause and slow down.

After that,she rummaged through the box and picked a medium-sized massage head from the set. She changed the approach, repeatedly teasing my perineal area with the massage head, gently stimulating me. Soon, I could clearly feel a subtle pleasure in my scrotum and perineum, like tiny electric shocks. As she slowly stimulated my perineal area, my penis gradually hardened again. The combined pleasure from front and back was indescribable. I called a second pause because I was about to ejaculate.

Finally,she paused the perineal stimulation and picked up the belt, assembling the massage head onto the rod. When the wearable device was finally on me, I sensed my third edging experience was near. This time, we first engaged in extended foreplay. Molly thoughtfully helped me put on a condom, and my penis slowly entered her vagina. Following my usual rhythm, I began alternating between curved and straight hip movements. The difference this time was that my anus and perineum were also stimulated simultaneously. After an hour, we finished and embraced each other.

After a long while, Molly's phone reminded her that her parents were calling her home for dinner. After a brief farewell, she left again, leaving me alone once more. I spent the day thoroughly enjoying myself, then went to the kitchen to start preparing my own dinner. (To be continued…)