It started from an innocent question. A silly one, really.

“What’s your favourite position?”

Chet looked up from his phone. “Position?”

His girlfriend reddened and pointed to her magazine. “I’m reading an article,” Sol said, her voice purposely casual. “It says your favourite position can tell something about you.”

“What kind of position do you mean?” Chet scooted over to where she was sitting on the couch. He had an idea of what she meant but didn’t know for sure.

Sol blushed and looked down at her knees. “You know what I’m talking about. Sex position.”

Chet blinked. Then he leaned over, peering at the page.

The article was big and bold, with a picture of a woman posing seductively. The title read, “What Your Favourite Sex Position Says About You.” Chet was impressed. It was a juicy topic, and he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t curious.

Besides, Sol was usually too prim and proper to read about sex. Chet wanted to see where this would go.

“Missionary,” he told her honestly, without a trace of shame on his face. “I like seeing you when we do it. What does it say about that?”

Sol ducked her head down to read. “Um, it says that men who love missionary are devoted but conventional. They might be boring in bed but at least they take their vows seriously.”

Chet couldn’t help it. He giggled. “I didn’t know I was devoted but conventional. Do you think I’m conventional, Sol?”

“You’re boring too,” Sol said and nudged his shoulder.

He turned to her with a silly grin, curious to know what else the article had to say. “So, what about you?”

Sol fell silent. She paused and looked away, fidgeting with the edge of the page. For a moment, Chet thought she wasn’t going to say anything.

Then she spoke. “From behind,” Sol whispered. Her hands rested in her lap, pressing down hard. “It feels good when you do it that way. You go in deeper.”

It was like a knockout blow to the heart. After hearing her say that, Chet felt warm and jittery, electricity coursing down his spine. Sol said the most amazing things. She always did.

“What does the article say about that?” he said carefully.

Giving Chet a sidelong look, Sol nudged the magazine into his lap. “You read it.”

“If doggy style’s your thing, then you have a hidden spicy side,” Chet read out loud. “Don’t hold back, let loose and get wild. Shake those hips, baby!” He tilted his head, letting the words sink in. “Wow.”

Sol grabbed the magazine and threw it shut. “They’re not serious. It’s just a silly article, they make things up all the time.” She turned to him and frowned. “Forget about it,” she said sternly.

But Chet couldn’t. Not because he believed in the article but because of Sol’s bright red cheeks. A mix of defensiveness and relief showed on her face, and he wanted to find out why.

Like calming a spooked critter, Chet placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Are you thinking about something, Sol?” he asked.

Sol twitched at the sudden contact. Her lashes fluttered as she leaned into the touch, tongue darting out to wet her lips. Then, as quick as it happened, she dropped her gaze. “No,” she mumbled.

“Really?” Chet didn’t miss the heated look she gave him. He began moving his hand, running his fingers along her arm.

Sol seemed torn. She looked down at the magazine again and smoothed out the cover. “What they said about doggy style isn’t true. I don’t have a hidden side. I’m not adventurous or anything like that,” she said in a small voice.

It was true that Sol never asked for anything wild or kinky. Still, Chet knew her well. She was the kind of person to hold herself back, content with letting him take the lead.

If there was something on her mind, Chet was interested.

“I think,” Chet began and paused to choose his words carefully. “I think that getting adventurous doesn’t sound too bad. It could be fun.”

Sol clenched her hands. “But I don’t want to try anything weird. I don’t want to be in any weird positions or, um, objects.”

“Then we won’t do anything weird. You can tell me that too. But whatever it is, let’s try it out at least once.” He put his arm around her waist and squeezed. “I’m willing to do anything for you, Sol,” he said, landing the final blow.

“Oh.” Looking at him with wide eyes, Sol nodded. It was a small nod, almost imperceptible, but Chet didn’t miss it. He tightened his arm around her and she clutched at her skirt.

“It’s not exactly that. Or. Um. Kind of like that,” Sol said.

“Kind of like what?”

“There’s something I want to do. Maybe.”

His curiosity was burning a hole in his brain. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” Chet told her.

Sol let out a soft laugh. “You don’t even know what it is.” She buried her face in his shoulder, and in small, tight voice that was muffled by fabric, Sol told him. “You could be less gentle with me.”

“Less gentle,” Chet repeated. Something clicked in his head. He hitched a breath and stared at her, mouth suddenly dry. “Are you saying that you want it rough?”

Sol trembled against him. “Not all the time,” she mumbled, squeezing his shirt. “Just sometimes. When I want you to, if that’s okay.”

A wave of heat went through his body. “How?”

“Um, you could… you know. Push me down and hold me there. Or tell me what to do.” Sol exhaled a shaky breath. Chet was feeling incredibly shaky himself. “Make me take you all the way in. Stuff like that.”

She hid her face in his chest. “You should use me,” Sol said. “Because I… I’m yours.”

“That’s adorable,” Chet breathed, his heart pounding a mile a minute. Images flashed in his mind, morphing into fantasies. He thought about holding Sol down and pushing her into the mattress. Hearing her sob as he drove into her, desperate and wild as they bucked against each other. It would be a different way of making love.

“Yeah,” he mumbled in a daze. “Yeah, that’d be nice. I wanna try it too.”

Sol gave him an expression of surprise. “You mean you’d do it?”

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t excite me,” Chet said and chuckled nervously. Her words had awakened some primal part in his brain and now he couldn’t turn it off. Chet wanted to see her fantasies come true.

His hands shook with the effort of keeping still. Even though it was the middle of the day, he was getting hot and bothered. They had opened Pandora’s Box and he couldn’t resist his desire.

Chet swallowed and placed a hand on top of Sol’s. “Do you want to try it now?” he asked quietly.

Sol nodded and took his hand.

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Chet led her to the bedroom and turned to face her, gazing into her eyes. “No pressure,” he said with a smile.

“The same goes for you,” Sol said, fidgeting with her sleeve. “I’m happy with how we are now. It’s not like I don’t like how we usually do it, it feels really good…”

She was so nervous that Chet had to hug her. Wrapping his arms around her, he did his best to be reassuring. “It’ll be alright, Sol. Even if it ends up being super embarrassing, I don’t care. And if we like it, we can put it in our repertoire!”

Sol let out a breath and relaxed against him. “That sounds nice,” she said.

She fell silent and it dawned on him that he was supposed to do something. Sol wanted him to be forceful, which meant taking charge.

Chet decided to strip her first. Without any clothes, Sol would be naked and vulnerable, and that seemed like a good first step.

Slowly, Chet lifted the hem of her turtleneck and hoped he wasn’t going too fast. Usually, they began with kissing and touching, and it felt weird not doing that now.

But then Sol was lifting her arms, encouraging him to strip the turtleneck off her. She unbuttoned the side of her skirt and let that fall to the ground too.

The sight of bare skin sent his heart racing. Sol was perfect, with long legs and a supple body. Her soft breasts were covered by a pale pink bra and he noticed that her panties matched.

Chet drew in a breath and smiled. “Cute.”

“Hmph. I should’ve worn something sexier...” Sol looked down and pouted.

He had no idea what she meant. Pink lingerie looked great on her. Chet found it sexy and he told her as much. “You look lovely,” he said in a low voice. With a mollifying grin, he stepped forward and leaned up for a kiss.

Sol made a noise in the back of her throat. “I would’ve worn lace if I knew we were going to do it…”

Chet chuckled and pressed his lips to hers, silencing her complaints. He tilted his head, squishing their lips together, and opened his mouth for a deep, passionate kiss.

Their tongues met, slick and heady, sliding against each other without resistance. Chet grabbed her waist and shivered when her breasts pressed close.

“Mmm.” By the time they parted, he was breathing hard. Pleasurable sparks danced low in his stomach, his arousal only growing. This was just a taste of things to come.

Chet paused and slowly placed a hand on her shoulder. Then, with a nervous smile, he pressed down.

Sol fell to her knees with a glimmer in her eye, gazing hungrily at him.

“Oh, that’s really good,” Chet mumbled. He went to the bed to get a pillow for her knees, and when he looked back, she was crawling towards him.

Chet watched her swaying breasts and upturned ass, and had to bite the inside of his cheek. The sight of Sol on her hands and knees begging for him was almost too much.

She stopped in front of him and gave him a lovestruck glance. He returned it.

“Here, this first,” Chet said and passed her the pillow. After she settled on it, he cupped her jaw in one hand. “Suck me,” he said, tilting her face towards him.

It was a good idea. Looking down, he could keep the illusion of dominance with a blowjob. Plus, Sol was in her underwear while he was fully clothed, so it had to be a little bit embarrassing.

Sol seemed suitably impressed. With a reverent expression, she rubbed her cheek against his crotch. “You’re excited,” she murmured. She pressed a hand against the front of her panties and blushed. “I am too.”

“Don’t tease me,” Chet groaned.

“Sorry,” Sol said and continued to tease him. Her face nuzzled his shorts, rubbing lightly over the fabric. Compared to being in her mouth, it wasn’t enough.

Chet pulled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His erection sprang free, and he buried his fingers in Sol’s hair, pushing her forward.

“I said, suck me. Please.” The last part was because he was desperate.

Sol shuddered when she saw his cock. Her hot breath landed on his skin and he bucked his hips, rubbing himself against her mouth.

“Chet…” Saying his name, Sol wet her lips and gave him an expectant look, like she was waiting for something.

Maybe he was supposed to make her suck his cock. Chet went red at the thought.

He knew he was right when he tightened his grip on her head and fed the tip into her mouth. Chet watched her carefully for unease but Sol’s eyes were closed in bliss. She was having the time of her life.

“Take all of it,” he said breathlessly. “It’s gonna be messy but I bet you’ll like it.” He already felt amazing. Chet couldn’t imagine how good it would be once all of him was inside.

Sol took him in smoothly, a little at a time until her mouth was full. The inside of her mouth was warm and wet, slick with saliva that dripped onto her chin. She made full use of her talents, running her tongue over the underside and drawing a moan out of him.

Chet wanted more. When he tensed his fingers and pulled her hair, Sol whimpered and sucked messily. Controlling her movements, Chet made her worship every inch of his length.

Every time her throat squeezed around him, his hips twitched. By pure reflex, Chet pushed more of himself into Sol and kept pushing until he was buried in her mouth.

Sol took it like she was made for it. Clutching his back, she pressed close enough that her nose brushed against his stomach. Then she pulled back and did it again, going all the way down.

“I didn’t know you could take me this deep,” Chet gasped. He rocked his hips and buried himself in her heat. “You’re amazing, I can’t stop.”

His control was unraveling. Chet held her head and bucked into her, feeling tension rise in his body.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” he said as he jerked to a stop, not wanting to come yet. Breathing hard, Chet tried to calm the pounding of his heart. He gripped Sol by the hair, motioning for her to finish.

She pulled off him, a string of saliva dripping lewdly from her lips. Wiping it off with the back of her hand, Sol gave him a smile. “You were perfect,” she told him and even her voice was deliciously hoarse.

As he caught his breath, Chet leaned back and appreciated the sight below him. Sol was wrecked in the best way, with teary eyes and a red mouth. As he looked down, she spread her legs and showed him the bulge in her panties.

Chet loved that he was the one to make her into such a mess. Seeing his handiwork was so satisfying and he couldn’t wait for more.

“Sit next to me while I take off my clothes,” Chet said, patting the bed.

As Sol got up on shaky legs, Chet took off his shirt. Aware of the eyes on him, he did his best to show off by puffing his chest. Chet even tried tightening the muscles in his stomach, although his belly was still soft.

Sol was delighted. She ogled him with undisguised interest, eyes lingering on every part of his body.

“You look good,” she told him, and he blushed.

“You look better, though,” he said, grinning bashfully as he shucked off his shorts. Fully naked, Chet turned to Sol and put a hand on her knee. “So, how do you want to…”

He got a pout in response. “You can just keep going, Chet. Asking me ruins the surprise.”

His girlfriend had high expectations. The blowjob was a good start, but now they were going to have sex like Sol wanted. Chet fished around in his brain for ideas. Maybe he could indulge in a fantasy of his own.

“Take off your bra and get on all fours,” Chet said in the bossiest voice he could muster.

Sol unhooked her bra with a curious expression. “Not my panties?” she asked.

“They make your butt look cute,” he admitted sheepishly.

She giggled and turned around, getting on her hands and knees.

The view took his breath away. Framed by cute pink panties, her ass swayed temptingly. It was just asking to be squeezed with how soft and smooth it was. Chet couldn’t wait.

He ran his hands along her thighs, working his way up until he was holding her butt. Squeezing softly, Chet indulged himself in the way Sol moaned. His fingers trailed along the edge of her panties, slipping under teasingly.

“Tell me why you like this position,” he said.

Sol whimpered. She rocked back and nudged against Chet’s hand. “It’s hot,” she said in an embarrassed voice.

“Oh? How hot?” Chet planted a kiss on her skin and began pulling her panties down.

“It just is. I mean… you’re seeing me. All of me.” Sol reached for a pillow and hid her face in it. Her hips tilted up, pushing more of her into Chet’s face. “I’m showing myself to you.”

As her panties fell to her knees, Chet was greeted by her hole. He spread her cheeks and grinned. “I agree. I can see everything,” he breathed.

Like he sometimes fantasized about, Chet brought his face down and gave her a kiss.

Immediately, Sol squeaked and twitched. Her back trembled with the effort of holding still. “Feels different,” she mumbled into her pillow.

“Just indulging myself.” He was starting to get shameless about it too. Grinning, Chet kissed her again and nipped at a cheek. “You should let me eat you out sometime.”

Sol turned her head to look at him, the filthy sight making her go red. “Okay,” she said weakly. “Whenever you want.”

A wave of heat pooled inside of him, and Chet had to bite his lip to control himself. “Next time we do it, maybe I might,” he said.

He sat cross-legged as he stroked himself to hardness. As he covered his cock in lube, Sol settled into a new position with her ass up and head down. It looked pretty comfortable.

“Please,” Sol moaned and wiggled her butt.

Chet got up and held her hips. Taking a deep breath, he lined himself up with her hole. “You’re amazing,” he muttered lowly and pushed inside.

Immediately, he was enveloped by a tight heat. Sol clenched around him, making him groan. His dick twitched like he might come, even though he just got hard again.

“One moment,” Chet told her in a strangled voice. He bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut, holding on for dear life.

“What is it?” Sol lifted her head and looked back. “You’re not moving.”

“Just trying to catch my breath,” he said. Then, in a flash of inspiration, he gave her ass a slap. “Don’t talk back to me.”

“Oh!” Sol yelped and arched her back. A shudder went down her spine and she moaned softly. So she liked it when he did that.

Chet did it again, hitting his palm on the other cheek. The sound rang loud against their panting, and it was satisfying to see her butt jiggle and turn rosy.

“You get tighter when I do that,” he commented, trying and failing to keep the heat out of his voice.

Sol turned around and gave him a smile. “It’s exciting.”

He was glad. If Sol found being spanked exciting, then he found it exciting too. Discovering new things in bed was the best. Chet gave her one more slap, just for good luck, and got ready to move.

In one smooth motion, he drew his hips back and thrust into her.

“Ah!” Sol cried out. She fell forward with a gasp and clutched the sheets. “Chet!”

“This is what you wanted, right?” They were going to do it hard and rough, just how she liked it.

Rocking his hips, he slid in and out of her. Chet put his back into it, dedicating himself to making her moan. He pushed his length as deep as it could go, then pulled out and did it again. The series of long thrusts left Sol shaking against the mattress.

Nothing in the world felt better than her. They fit perfectly together and knowing that made him fuck her harder.

Soon, wet noises filled the room. Their skin slapped together in a filthy rhythm, their pants intermingling until Chet couldn’t tell them apart. He could tell from the moans, though, because Sol’s was higher and louder.

“Yes, yes!” Sol said as he slammed into her. “I’m yours, Chet, I’m yours. Please, use me...”

He had never seen her so loose and excited before. It was the first time Sol was so riled up, shaking her hips with wild passion.

Chet watched carefully for her reactions, pounding into her whenever Sol started to relax. His muscles ached from the effort but he held it together by sheer force of will.

His hips stuttered before regaining their rhythm. He was drawn tight and about to snap, with nothing but heat holding him together. Before he knew it, Chet was pitching forward, pushing Sol down onto the bed.

Sol sobbed and clutched the sheets for dear life. “You’re even deeper like this,” she moaned.

Kissing her neck, Chet licked her skin and nipped her ear. His hands slipped beneath her to grope her chest, kneading the flesh. “Tell me how it feels,” he whispered to her.

“It feels good…” She shuddered with every thrust and panted into the pillows. Chet held her steady, waiting for her answer. “You’re going so deep, sliding against my spot. Hitting it every time you move. I feel so full.”

He slowed the pace and rubbed her back teasingly. Chet had to admit, this was an incredible head rush. Once he got over his nerves, sex like this was amazing. “Are you gonna come?” he asked.

Sol whimpered. “I want to but I need more. Harder, Chet, please…”

Chet pinched a nipple. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me,” Sol said without hesitation. She bucked against him and begged. “Use your dick and fuck me. I want to come!”

Her desperation struck him like lightning. Chet’s head was spinning and his mouth was dry. All the blood in his body was rushing to his groin.

“Please, I need you,” Sol said again, sounding close to tears.

Chet couldn’t make her wait. With clumsy hands, he grabbed her waist and angled her roughly. Lube dribbled down her legs, getting both of them messy, and she was dripping from the front too.

He rutted into her, hitting her most sensitive spot. Pounding Sol with hard, fast motions, Chet dragged his shaft along her walls and heard her sob. His cock throbbed as he fucked her over and over, begging for release.

Sol felt so good that he barely knew what he was doing. His entire body shook with frantic lust.

As he slammed down hard, Sol squeezed her eyes and lifted her hips. Her body tensed, hole clenching around him.

“Chet!” Sol wailed, screaming his name as she came. Shuddering, her slick spilled onto the sheets. “Ohhh…”

“I love seeing you come.” With a gasp of his own, Chet thrusted one last time before pulling out. He came on Sol’s back, dirtying her with semen.

Dazed, he smeared it into her skin possessively.

Sol collapsed against the bed and rolled onto her side. “You’re cleaning the sheets,” she mumbled.

Chet made a noise of agreement and laid down facing her. As the tension left his body, his head spun in a nice, dizzy way. “Was it good?” he asked, voice heavy with contentment.

“Yes, it was wonderful,” Sol said softly. With a satisfied sigh, her eyes fluttered closed. “Thank you, Chet. I’m glad you went along with my desires. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” Chet scooted closer and hugged her waist. “I like trying new things in bed. It’s fun and you have great ideas. What we just did was really sexy...” He trailed off, blushing bashfully. The look on his face said it all.

Sol giggled. “Okay. I guess I shouldn’t worry, then.”

“Exactly.” He beamed and kissed her nose. “I didn’t know what to do at first, but seeing you really turned me on.”

“Thanks,” Sol said, ducking her head. She pressed her legs together and shivered pleasantly. “I also thought it was... mm, if I say it, I’ll want to do it again.”

Chet hummed sleepily, too tired for another round. “Later,” he promised, snuggling into her warmth. “We’ll do all kinds of things...”

As he drifted off, Sol held him in her arms. “You make me really happy,” she murmured.

A contented smile grew on his face.

Yeah, that was true.