Adult-FanFiction.org : Comics

September - an EGS fanfiction	By : CarcinoGeneticist Category: Web Comics > El Goonish Shive Views: 3398 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own El Goonish Shive or any of the characters within, and I make no money from these writings.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
Chapter 3: Remarkable Girl

-----------------------------------

Objectively speaking, Sarah Brown knew she was nothing special.

She wasn’t some busty wild child like Ellen or a fiery red-headed bombshell like Nanase was. She wasn’t a super-powered, exotic fetish gateway like Grace. She didn’t have Susan’s slim figure or her poise and confidence. Whenever she was out in public with her friends – any of her friends – it was never her getting the second glances and cat-calls.

No, she was a fairly normal girl. Her bust size was average at best. She wore minimal makeup. She was kind of on the short side. She could stand to burn off a little baby fat. Even her name was pretty plain. In fact the only stereotypically ‘hot’ thing about her was that she was blonde, and that was a stereotype she could live without.

By all accounts, she was nothing special. Remarkably unremarkable.

Most of the time.

Then she’d find herself in Elliot’s intimate company, and somehow, some way she couldn’t fully explain, he made her feel like the most incredible, beautiful, remarkable girl in the world. Something about his touch, his kiss, it made her feel like she was much more than average. How did he do it, she often wondered? How could he so consistently make her feel so very special?

Well, the fact that his head was diligently buried between her legs for going on twenty minutes was a good start.

Now sure, twenty minutes might sound like a long time to lay on her back with her legs spread and not get anywhere, and one might wonder if perhaps he wasn’t all that orally talented to be taking that long to satisfy her. But nothing could be further from the truth. The simple fact was that she liked it that way. She wanted him to go slow, to draw it out. She wasn’t a big fan of having fingers and tongues jack-hammering at her like they were trying to get her off as fast as possible and be done with it. It wasn’t sensual, it wasn’t romantic, and it certainly didn’t get her terribly excited.

No, the way Elliot ate her out…it was practically worship. He took his time, didn’t rush for even a moment. Heck, for the first five minutes her didn’t even approach her slit. He spent what felt like torturous ages kissing along her inner thighs and over her stomach, stroking her hips, barely brushing his fingers over the soft blonde curls just below her waistline. This wasn’t something she had to teach him, either; he already knew very well the meaning of the old ‘get her motor running’ adage. And when he finally gave in to her excited pleas for more, she was having to bite her lip and cover her face with a pillow to keep her moans from being audible through her bedroom door. Every stroke along her folds had purpose, every lick into the soft pink inner flesh was calculated, every gentle tease of her clit was timed to perfection.

The first time he’d done it had been more than a little embarrassing; she hadn’t expected that he’d be so good at it, even after trying so hard at the impossible task of pleasing his last girlfriend. It took him barely ten minutes to treat her to the first real orgasm of her life. It was hot, it was wet, it was messy, and it made her squeak and yelp in strangled tones that she was sure would make Elliot laugh his head off and get them both caught (the latter of which proved true, as they discovered about five minutes afterward), but despite her embarrassment she’d never been more turned on in her life. And ever since, as they learned the intricacies of each other’s bodies and tastes and turn-ons, she’d come to savor every second he spent down there.

She trembled especially strong this time as he tried something new, drawing back every minute or so to breathe a sharp, cool burst of air over her moist and quivering insides. She moaned extra hard to let him know she liked it, tussling his hair and pinning him in place with her legs and, soon after, gasping through bolts of little orgasms that seemed to come every time he poked her clit, which he did a lot. And just when she finally started to beg for the big one, he was a step ahead of her. She didn’t even have to ask anymore, he could just tell; and as soon as he could, there was a gentle but constant pressure on her clit, his first two fingers curled inside her just right, and she came hard enough to make her toes curl. She didn’t care anymore that she squeaked about as high-pitched as squirrel-Grace could, she didn’t care that it was so wet she’d have to wash her sheets again no matter how willing Elliot was to swallow. She was in orgasm heaven, and damn it she was going to enjoy the fact that her boyfriend was facedown in her pussy spending half an hour making her orgasm and smiling as he drank her cum because he was just that awesome.

The really nice thing about him, she thought with a happy sigh as she relaxed into that pleasant post-orgasm glow, was that he never expected her to return the favor. She usually did anyway, of course, but he never made her. He never even asked. Half of her wondered if he was legitimately afraid to; he wouldn’t even take his pants off before she insisted she was ready for him, no matter how badly he was probably chaffing from being face-down in girly parts for half an hour. It was almost endearing, if a little funny. But a one-sided relationship they were not; as special and wonderful as he just made her feel, it was unthinkable to not treat him to the same. She wasn’t one of those girlfriends. And so, after a sloppy and lustful kiss in which she could taste herself all over Elliot’s face, she was grinning up at his slightly bewildered expression as she liberated him of his pants, flipped him down to his back where she had just been, and started to work her own brand of the magic touch.

She rarely had to worry about getting him excited. She was usually naked and thoroughly worked over well before she went down on him, this time being no exception, and so when her fingers first encircled his shaft it was so rigidly at attention it looked almost painful. She held back a giggle as she caught a glimpse of his face and already saw him flushed and twitchy, even though she’d barely touched him. Like most boys (so she had heard, anyway), he didn’t have a lot of frills or specifics. A few good rubs and licks pretty much anywhere was enough to set him off, in under a minute if she felt like it. But doing it the ‘fast way’ to him was as boring as having the ‘fast way’ done to her. They weren’t here for a quickie, they were going to enjoy each other as long as they felt like it.

To that end she had quickly learned, from the few times she’d been with him in the past, that setting him off wasn’t so much about what she did exactly, as it was about how fast she did it. The quicker she went, the quicker he’d blow his load. And more importantly, she could do just about everything in the book to him without actually letting him cum, if she did it slowly enough. So when her tongue finally touched the base of his shaft, it was just the barest of teases, and when it slid up the underside all the way to the flushed tip, the journey took a full ten seconds. Of course, Elliot gave her a full-bodied shiver all the same. He was so ready to blow already, it was bordering on a hair trigger. He would try to hold back as best he could, but she’d have to use a really light touch if she wanted to draw it out for a while.

Fortunately she’d been getting a little practice at that lately. Her hands began to brush across his hips and waist and stomach, leaving her mouth to work his shaft alone; her hands had a tendency to grip a pressure point at just the wrong moment and he’d shoot off in her hair, or right in her eye if she was really unlucky. As close as he already was, it was best if she kept him in her mouth. Her lips encircled the head of his shaft, somewhere between kissing and sucking on it, as gently as she could manage. She could feel him twitching already; he was just dying to cum, and struggling to hold back and make it last. It kind of made her proud, actually; sure they’d only done this a few times before, and teenage boys were going to get excited way too quickly, but still, it made her feel hot. She giggled a little; she was so hot she barely had to touch her boyfriend to make him—

Sarah gasped in surprise as Elliot’s orgasm hit without warning and she tasted his bitter, salty flavor on her tongue. Her giggle, the vibration, had been all he could take. His hands found the sides of her head and his deep, guttural groan filled her ears as he came, pushing himself a little further into her mouth in the process. Sarah didn’t resist any of it, letting him empty himself into her mouth and calmly drawing back when he was done and slowly deflating. She didn’t gag or make a face or anything to hint at discomfort, instead waiting until he blinked away the haze and looked right at her before she smiled her most seductive smile, tilted her head back, and swallowed.

He was rock hard again instantaneously.

And that was really exactly why she’d done it. She was learning his kinks and turn-ons just as much as he was learning hers, and just as he wouldn’t hesitate to satisfy her, she wouldn’t think twice about getting him hot. If he liked her to rub her breasts in his face (and he did), she’d get right up there for a motorboat. If swatting her butt now and then excited him (and it did), she’d bend over and ask for another. And if he got hard from watching her swallow cum (and oh goodness did he ever), she’d learn to love the taste. It was as unselfish as she could be. It was entirely for him.

Well…okay, maybe it was a little selfish, she thought as she saw the hungry look in his eyes. Eyes that were roaming her body like the horny teenage boy he was, telling her beyond any doubt that he was ready to go again, and he wanted to be inside her, bad. And in that they were in complete agreement.

Elliot took control again at that point, returning her to her back and hastily kissing her as he pushed her legs apart. Sarah held the kiss as long as she could, but desire was building too quickly, and Elliot’s lips quickly moved to find her breasts instead. Not that she minded much. They’d gone mostly ignored until now, and they were very glad to finally get some attention, especially from Elliot’s talented lips. He didn’t just squeeze her breasts and slobber on her nipples, he teased and caressed them with all the gentle tenderness he would use between her legs. He used his new technique here too, moistening each sensitive, soft pink nipple with his lips and tongue before gently blowing cool air over it, and if they weren’t stiff enough to cut diamonds a minute ago, they certainly were now. He was getting her worked up all over again, and mere minutes into his breast torture she was very vocally begging him to get himself inside her and make her cum again.

Naturally, he was thrilled to comply. He straightened up and moved between her spread legs, staring down at her like he couldn’t believe his luck. She must have had the same look on her face, then, because she couldn’t believe her own luck either. How she’d gotten a boyfriend this incredible astounded her almost to the point of disbelief. And yet here he was, taking himself in hand and lightly slapping the tip of his shaft against her wet folds until she squeaked like a chipmunk and then finally, finally pushing forward and sinking inside the hot pink flesh until their hips met.

Sarah’s immensely satisfied groan filled the room immediately. It was official, she thought. She was in heaven. All her problems and insecurities and worries became immediately irrelevant. Absolutely nothing could be bad or wrong at that moment because her insanely incredible boyfriend’s cock was filling her pussy and it felt amazing. All was right with the world now.

He laid down over her, his face as flushed and excited as hers, and as their eyes met they both grinned like complete fools. A second later they were making out like there was no tomorrow and he was gently thrusting into her and she was moaning into his mouth and that was about all she could consciously think about because it all felt just too damn good to think about anything else. She helped as best she could, wrapping her legs around his hips and pressing him a little deeper, a little more firmly inside her on each down-thrust, but otherwise she let him drive, let him control the pace and trusted him to know what she liked.

Which of course he did. His thrusts remained gentle, precise, focused. She didn’t want or need erratic, rapid-fire pounding. She wanted full-length, rhythmic motions. Nothing got her juices flowing faster than feeling Elliot’s shaft go from nearly pulling out entirely to striking the deepest parts of her pussy, not just now and then but every time he shoved back inside her. And Elliot provided. His thrusts were steady and well-timed; a minute or two into it and he was swinging his hips like a perfect pendulum, all the way in and out of her with constant, clockwork rhythm. And when he did that, there was no such thing as holding back or trying not to cum. Sarah could never last more than five minutes like this before she lost control.

And so, precisely four minutes and thirty-seven seconds of rhythmic pounding later, Sarah tensed up, bit her lip against her loudest moan yet, and had to push him away from her so she could twitch and spasm and cum a small geyser again, writhing with pleasure and not daring to touch herself for fear of making the orgasmic bliss so intense she’d pass out. She almost felt bad for stopping Elliot so abruptly, but as she hazily re-focused on him, she saw Elliot was watching, saw he was feverishly stroking himself at the sight of her in the midst of orgasm, like seeing her cum was the hottest thing he could imagine, and her guilt melted quickly away. He really, really knew how to make her feel hot. When he scooted back up between her legs, let out a low groan and stroked himself until he came again, she felt shivers down her spine. She was the one driving him this wild. She was the one getting him so hot that he couldn’t help jerking off to the sight of her, until his own hips twitched and he shot his second load all over her breasts and stomach before collapsing on top of her, leaving them both a wet and sticky mess.

Sarah didn’t really care. For a long while they laid there and tightly cuddled each other, reveling in the warm, post-coital glow, and until the time came that they had to un-stick themselves from each other and shower vigorously, Sarah would enjoy this feeling. The feeling that Elliot gave her. The feeling of being the hottest, sexiest piece of girl-ass on the planet. The feeling of being…important. Special.

Remarkable.

Yes, she thought as she smiled lazily in his arms. Remarkable Girl. That had a nice ring to it…

-----------------------

Twenty minutes, a change of bed-sheets and a hot shower later, Sarah was more comfortably cuddled under the covers with her boyfriend, lying on their sides with his arms encircling her from behind, her favorite cuddling position. She always loved feeling safe in his arms like that. Like he was protecting her just as much as he was cuddling her. It was an extra layer of comfort well worth the sacrifice of being unable to look into his eyes easily.

For a while they were quiet, unmoving, simply enjoying each other’s warmth. It was like that often over the last couple of weeks, she noted. The more nights she and Elliot spent together, and the more they learned about each other’s likes and kinks, the less need there was for giving direction, or even real words at all. Some of the most recent nights, like this one, were borderline perfection, and other than their moans and groans and heavy gasps there was nothing to say at all. Well, except of course…

“Mmm…love you,” she heard him whisper against her ear right on cue, breaking the long silence.

Sarah gave him a happy, breathy giggle in return. “Love you too, Elliot…”

She felt his warm breath on her body as he sighed contently. “Mmm…so how was the rest of your day…? Did you and Ellen find anything for Nanase?”

“Mmhmm…” Sarah nodded. It turned out to be a pretty fun day, actually…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Ellen wanted to make a day out of it, so we brought Grace along too.”

“…Oh, really?”

“Yeah. She was home alone at the time, since you and Tedd were hanging out, so we figured we’d take her out.”

“…Oh.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow and glanced up, craning her neck a bit to look back at him at his odd pauses. “Something wrong?”

“…Eh, not really. Tedd went home a little after you left, he was looking to talk to Grace about…something. But I’m sure they’re catching up now.”

“What did he want to talk about?”

“I can’t reveal that information.”

Sarah couldn’t resist a snort of laughter at his fake-serious tone. “Pfft, why not?”

“Sacred guy code. You understand.”

“Well then I guess you don’t get to hear about what us girls were talking about,” Sarah teased right back.

“And why would I want to hear about that, little miss gossip?”

Sarah couldn’t help flushing. “Oh come on, I’m not a gossip…”

“Hey, you’re the one asking about our guy talk and offering saucy details of your girl talk.”

Sarah had to giggle at that, if for no other reason than she felt Elliot tickling her sides suddenly. “I’m just curious, that’s all!”

“Suuuure. I bet you and Ellen share all our dirty bedroom stories.”

“No, of course not…! Not…ALL of them.”

“Hah, thought so. I knew there was something to that smirk she’s been giving me lately.”

“C’moooooon!” Sarah pleaded, tickling him back. “Tell me!”

Elliot quickly began to laugh, and Sarah knew she’d won. “Alright, alright,” he relented through his chuckles. “It’s not a big deal, he was just looking for relationship advice.”

Sarah’s tickles quickly and abruptly ceased, her eyes widening a bit in surprise. “…Relationship advice? Really?”

“Yeah, he’s kinda worried that him and Grace are stagnating a little. Not going anywhere.”

“…Hunh,” Sarah murmured aloud. That was odd, she thought…

“I didn’t think it was that big a deal. They’re further along than he thinks, y’know? I mean, they’ve been living together, most people don’t do that until they’re at least in college. If he’s worried, he just needs to talk to her, that’s all.”

“That’s so weird that you say that,” Sarah admitted. “Ellen and I had kind of a similar conversation with Grace.”

“Get out, really?”

“Oh yeah,” Sarah confirmed, her thoughts already flashing back to that afternoon. “REALLY similar, actually…”
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

September - an EGS fanfiction