It's Been a While

Henri was a beautiful raven-haired pixie with inquisitive eyes and a chaotic demeanor. I always thought she was way out of my league, but she'd always been more than happy to accept every invitation I've offered. That has to mean something, right? There's no way a girl like her just enjoys the company of a guy like me...

I met Henri at school in an English class, while I was taking classes at a local community college. I'm still not sure why she was attending. I'd been too shy to talk to her much, and while I'd invite her to hang out with my friends to try to spend time with her, she'd usually interact with my friends more than me. I always figured one of my friends would ask her out successfully, but her response was always that she didn't want to ruin being invited along in the group. So everyone stopped asking, and I never tried.

She would tag along when my friends and I would go on hikes. While I have long legs, it always seems like I'm the one struggling to keep up when I'm walking anywhere with Henri. She'd also join us for board game nights at the local card store, and trips to the Chinese buffet at the mall. Even video game nights, though she would often leave early in the evening. Eventually she was so ingrained into out group, that we just accepted that she was staying forever. We'd talk about larger trips like vacations or conventions, and she would invite herself along when I'd mention them to her in class.

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One weekend, I invited Henri on a last-minute overnight camping trip with us. While we sort of knew she was supposed to have plans already, she immediately agreed. Surprised but pleased, I looked forward to the trip with a nervous energy. I couldn't begin to explain it in words, but she'd seemed different lately.

I'd kept catching her staring at me when she thought I wasn't paying attention, with a look I couldn't really place; sort of aggressive, almost hostile, maybe a little predatory. In those moments, I would feel like something she was considering hunting and eating. A few times, she would be too close to me for some reason, and I'd bump into her without noticing her. Or she would touch my arm or waist to let me know she was there before I'd run her over by turning around.

We all met up in a park-and-ride, and packed into 2 cars to drive out to the state park. It was almost a 2-hour drive, then about a mile walk to the campsite. I think she tried to sit next to me, but Pierce squeezed in next to me before she managed to. I thought I saw a flash of irritation cross her face, but I must have imagined it because she immediately sat next to Kreach in the other car and started some flirty banter with him like they usually would.

When we got to the campsite parking lot, we organized all the camping equipment bags and set out on the short walk to the site. Obviously Henri wasn't given any equipment to carry, and somehow I didn't end up with any extra gear either. I noticed Radar walking off with a huge pack, nodding to myself as it all makes sense. He's really been diving into bodybuilding lately, and keep complaining about his macros and cardio, whatever that means.

Since Henri has nothing weighing her down, I expected her to lead the group, so I settled on being the one to double check the car locks and for anything laying around we might have missed. I picked up a few pieces of trash that I don't think were from our group, and some plastic tent stakes i recognized in a small satchel that somebody put on the ground. I tucked it into my backpack as I trailed after the group.

I can hear them ahead of me on the trail, laughing and yelling about something. Before I can round the last bend to the campsite, I felt someone grab my wrist. I'll be honest, I yelped like a girl before I turned to see what it was. Or rather, who. I thought it was going to be Pierce, since we were talking about a Chupacabra attacking us in the middle of the night and how to defend against it.

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Of course it was Henri. She smirked weirdly at me, with that same predatory vibe I'd caught glimpses of over the past few weeks. We both knew that was the moment everything changed forever. Without a word, she turned and pulled me by the wrist off the path, away from the campsite. Without an ounce of willpower to resist, I let her.

Henri stopped me, turning toward me with dark, serious eyes. She dropped my wrist to put her hand against my chest instead. I swallowed hard as she pushed me backwards a few steps until a tree stopped me from going further. She placed her foot between mine to better brush against my hips, and I realized in that moment that I was very and hopelessly hard.

Sliding her hand down to my waist, she wrapped her arms around me to slip her fingers into the back of my waistband. I couldn't breathe, and I closed my eyes, resting my head against the tree as her fingers traced around my waistband, lifting it from my cock as she reached the front. I could feel the cool breeze on my balls as she pulled my sweatpants down and before I could even fantasize about what might happen, her lips were around my shaft as I felt the tip of my cock rub against the back of her throat.

What was my name again?

Was this finally happening?

As if reading my mind, I felt her take my cock out of her mouth to whisper my name. My veins felt like they were on fire, hearing that tone from her mouth, and I opened my eyes to look down as her. After she said my name, I watched as she slid my cock back into her throat, never breaking eye contact. I realized that at some point, I went from not breathing to ragged breathing, but I still wasn't able to catch my breath. She literally was taking my breath away, if not sucking my soul out too.

She raised an eyebrow at my distress, clearly amused.

I couldn't take it, and closed my eyes again, tilting my head back. I felt the breeze on my wet cock as she paused again, to whisper to me,

"Should I stop? Or is this okay?"

I shook my head. Wait, no, I nodded.

What was I doing? I'm an idiot.

She chuckled softly, seeming to understand, enjoying my confusion.

Her tongue flicking the tip of my cock. She was licking my balls. She used her hand to stroke my shaft, and I just know she's looking up at my face.

"You sure this is okay?"

More nodding. Did I moan? I'm such a girl...

I'm in her throat again.

I would let her do this all day.

Wait no, I'm going to cum already.

Should I tell her?

I hear her moan with me as... when did I grab her hair? I involuntarily thrust my cock down her throat repeatedly as my fingers were tangled in her short hair. When I started to cum in her throat, I panicked and pulled out as I looked down at her...

... to see my cum all over her face? Shit.

"It's been a while," I try to explain.

God, I sounds like an idiot.

She laughed. I'm relieved. She doesn't seem offended to have cum all over her face and hair. I let go of her hair, and she started to pull off her shirt, probably to wipe off the cum.

But my cum on her face was so hot. And she didn't have a bra on. Her newly exposed nipples? Perfect.

And I was already hard again.

She glanced at my cock then looked up at my face, smirking as she dropped her shirt on the ground very deliberately. Whatever she was about to do to me, I already knew I wouldn't be saying no. Or saying much of anything.