I sighed and hugged her waist, then chuckled and looked up at her. “I'm happy for you, Diana,” I told her with a big smile. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

She bit her lower lip and looked away, her face turning a bit red. “Well... uhm... Yeah...” She scratched her left eyebrow and sighed. “I don't know how to say it, so I'll be blunt with it.”

I gave her a nod. “I have thick skin,” I assured her.

Diana pursed her lips in thought, then groaned. “I practiced how to say it, but now it kinda doesn't want to come out,” she said, then chuckled in defeat.

“Is it cancer?” I joked, pulling her to me.

“No!” she laughed, letting me move her.

I sat her on my lap, then leaned back and supported myself on the bed. “Well, I'm not going anywhere,” I pointed out.

Diana nodded, looking me in the eye. She gulped and looked down at my stomach. “I don't want this to come across as me thinking you're an easy lay...”

I raised both eyebrows and squinted my eyes. “Riiiiight...” I stretched it out to make the sarcasm obvious.

She playfully slapped my shoulder while pouting, then huffed in exasperation. “So... uhm... Do you have time next week?” she casually asked, but her eyes swam around. “Like, uh, a meeting kind of thing? My place? For a couple hours? Or, well... I don't know if it'll be any different now, but, you know? If you have time? If not it's whatever...” she quickly blurted out, growing redder with every word spoken until she was half a shade from a ripe tomato. Her hands gripped her trunks for dear life, the arteries on her neck were visibly pumping blood faster, and a few beads of sweat formed on her forehead and chest.

“Sure,” I replied with a nod. “Now, I'll ask because I already misunderstood you once...”

Diana nodded, not looking at me.

“You want to meet and fuck?” I asked for clarification.

She bit her lower lip and nodded again, then hung her head in embarrassment, hiding her face from me. “Yeah, if you don't mind? I... I mean,” she shrugged, then rested her forehead on my shoulder. “I'm comfortable with you and, well, uh... You know me... I trust you like that... and, uhh... You, uhm, go around and that gives me the feeling you'll give me a memorable first time? Khadia told me you're really good at sex, but I already knew that, but kinda not? Because now, well, it will be different, uh...”

I took her face in my hands, then made her look me in the eye.

Her face was red and her eyebrows were scrunched up in many emotions. Her eyes stopped on mine and she took a deep breath.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I'd be honored to be the first to pop it again, Diana,” I whispered. “I'll do my best to live up to expectation, and thank you for choosing Valentina's slut services,” I joked.

Diana's face relaxed into a smile and she giggled. “I don't think you as a slut, Vale,” she pouted.

I nodded. “A very convenient cock, then?” I offered with a cheeky smile.

She thought for a second, then nodded. “And a very good friend,” she added with a shy smile.

My heart warmed at her words, and my cock throbbed.

Diana looked down at my stomach and arched an accusatory eyebrow. “Are you getting hard right now?”

I laughed. “What can I say? You're a cute girl,” I admitted with no shame.

Her eyes scanned my body and face, stopping at my lips. She licked her lips and hummed. “Have you, uhm, kissed anyone in the last twenty-four hours?”

“Yes,” I truthfully replied. “I don't know if they have been sick lately so... better not risk it.”

Diana sighed. “Should have guessed,” she muttered, a frustrated smile on her face.

I quietly laughed. “You'll have to wait, then,” I teased, moving my hands to her slim waist and gently squeezing the flesh.

Her eyes squinted and a frown occupied her lips. “Don't do that,” she complained, taking my hands and locking our fingers. “It tickles.”

“My bad,” I giggled.

Diana bit her lower lip in thought, then sighed and got off me. “Let's go back,” she suggested. “We can't do much... and, uh, I got what I wanted,” she added with a tiny smile.

I nodded. “You did,” I agreed. “Let's go back, then.”

We took our drinks and left the room, unfortunately unable to even make out.

She stopped me before we crossed the window to the pool garden, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Khadia wanted to, uhm, talk with you, by the way...” she informed me with a knowing look.

I hummed and smiled. “I guess we'll have a chat,” I replied and gave her a cheeky wink.

Diana shook her head while chuckling, amusement and playful disapproval in her expression. “You are one of a kind,” she sighed and walked into the garden towards the pool.

I stared at her bubbly but, took a deep breath, drank from my glass, and followed her. She's grown so much, I giggled inside.

The music was as loud as before, the bass shaking my bones a bit.

Our classmates were still chatting in the pool. A good number of guys had joined while Diana and I were gone.

We made a short stop at the bar to drop the empty glasses off, then went into the pool.

Ludwig, Ion, Jonathan, Giorno, Purev, Tristan, Gregor, and Gurratan – all former classmates – saw us enter the pool and smiled as we approached.

“Booooys,” I greeted them with a chuckle.

Hugs came and went, then we all caught up with each other for a while. Jokes, laughter, and playful insults flowed back and forth like the water we were in, easing the heat and whatever stress we had accumulated.

Some thirty minutes later the edible kicked in, and with it came hunger and thirst.

I excused myself and went in search of the sushi bar Lucciano had mentioned, entering his house and going up the stairs.

A wide loungeroom welcomed me, sofas, couches, and tasteful décor welcomed me. In the middle of it was a wide table with myriad ingredients on it, along with the necessary tools to prepare sushi.

A few people sat around chatting with each other.

I licked my lips and walked over to the food, took a rolling mat, a dried seaweed sheet, and got to work.

Growing up with a professional chef in the house had inevitably resulted in me knowing virtually everything there is to know about the kitchen. My mom took every chance to hammer recipes into my brain from soups to sweets. As much as I knew, however, I couldn't work in the industry since I had not received formal training for it.

A minute later I was chewing on my creation, my tongue and palate experiencing a festival of flavors while waiting for a small oil pan to heat up.

The room shook with the rhythm of the music, making my body move on its own.

Someone stood next to me.

I glanced at the newcomer.

A man a full head taller than me was inspecting the table, his brown eyes going over the food. His long black hair was done in a ponytail, revealing a sharp jawline, plump lips, long eyelashes, and a straight nose. His body betrayed the fact he was bulking, a nice layer of fat between muscle and skin blurred the muscle definition. Red swimming briefs covered his tool, but made no effort to obscure its delicious size, nor how bubbly his butt was.

My cervix itched, my pussy twitched, and the tip of my cock tingled.

I arched an eyebrow at myself. Pretty mild reaction, I observed and focused back on the food.

He reached for my rolls and took one. “Excuse me,” he muttered in a deep tenor.

I grabbed his wrist, keeping it in place, then looked him in the eye. “These are mine,” I informed him with a friendly smile. “You're supposed to make your own.”

“For real? My bad, then,” he apologized and let the roll go, dropping it in the plate.

My fingers relaxed, but didn't let his wrist go.

The moment I touched him the itch in my cervix became a blazing fire that screamed at me to put out with hot and creamy semen. Hopefully his and over the course of three to four hours of cuddly creampie sex without rest.

“Want me to make some for you?” I offered, now dead set on having him cum inside me.

His eyebrows rose in surprise, and his lips formed a slight smile. “Really? You don't have to.”

“Let me,” I insisted with a cheeky smile and took the rolling mat again. “What kind do you like?”

“Same as yours, please,” he chuckled and took a plate from the pile.

I nodded and got to it. “I'm Valentina,” I introduced myself. “Sorry about grabbing your wrist.”

He shrugged. “It's fine. I'm Anton. Lucciano is a classmate from Uni.”

“No way,” I giggled. “You're in Medical School too? That's awesome!” He's my age! I cheered in my mind.

“Yeah, we've done some assignments together,” he replied. “Top lad, that one.”

“He's always been one,” I confirmed with a smile. “Ever since first grade.”

His eyes widened a little in interest. “You went to school with him?”

I nodded. “Been friends for a while now. And you two? I'd remember you and wouldn't have grabbed your wrist if you came to Lucciano's last birthday party,” I joked.

He laughed and nodded, then rolled his shoulders. “I was a bit busy last year applying for a driver's license.”

“Ah, yeah,” I breathed out in understanding. “Those are a bitch.”

A big smile took over his face. “You drive?” he asked with interested eyes.

I mentally smiled in victory. Gotcha! I chuckled. “I have a Moyota GR GT3 Coupé with a eXII N5 engine,” I bragged. “Matte gray.”

He closed his eyes and blew air while smiling, making for a very pleased expression. “That car is crazy! The whole thing is just scrumptious.”

“The seats are the best,” I shared with a smirk. “Comfortable as hell.”

He rose his eyebrows in surprise again. “For real? Damn...” He sighed. “That's, like, my dream car.”

A smile grew on my face, forcing my eyes to squint. I grabbed a knife and cut the roll, then put them in his plate. “There. I have it parked in the driveway,” I revealed. “Wanna go check it out?” I offered in a tone of voice that heavily implied we'd end up fucking, looking him up and down with an inviting smile.

His eyebrows went further up, now in a different kind of surprise. Anton stood still for a second, then brought a roll into his mouth and ate. “Yeah, I'm down,” he replied with a quick nod and a nervous but excited smile.