Rule 34, Building Secret Memories in the Bushes with Marin Who Wants a Friend (2)
A cloudless pitch-black night sky.
Beneath it, in the bushes lit only by the faint orange glow of streetlights, Marin and I held each other tight while enduring the security guard's endless scolding.
For a full hour...
"No matter how full of youthful vigor you kids are! Doing this in a public spot where everyone passes by! Adults are right here, and you won't even get up!"
But the old man was too embarrassed to come closer. He kept his distance, shining his flashlight relentlessly on my ass.
Like a spotlight on stage. The beam struck my sweat-slicked cheeks with obsessive precision, burning hot as if it could sear the flesh.
Pretending to listen intently to the guard—to shield Marin as best I could—I kept pressing down into her, my cock still buried deep.
Marin, meanwhile, ignored the old monkey's ramblings entirely. With an ecstatic look on her face, she kept licking mine over and over.
Her legs had been splayed wide and pinned for ages—long enough for pins and needles to set in—but her expression was more blissful than ever.
Like a female utterly surrendered to her male.
By the time Marin's hot saliva on my face cooled and grew sticky in the chilly night air,
my spent cock swelled again inside her, probing her pussy depths once more. Her hips began to twitch and quiver faintly.
My groin grew slick with hot fluids. Another thirty minutes passed before the guard finally huffed off in disgust.
"Tch, tsk tsk. This is what's wrong with you young folks these days."
Back in our silent little world of two,
"...So, should we pull out now?"
I asked Marin as politely as I could.
But her eyes—full of throbbing hearts—widened as she clamped her legs even harder around my back.
"Shut up and give me one more round..."
She cupped my cheek lovingly and started licking my face again.
"I finally made my first friend. Can't let it end like this..."
After that second round of passion in the bushes, I tied off the condom bulging with semen.
The moment I glanced around for a nearby trash can,
Grab!
A small, fever-hot hand snatched my wrist.
Her target was the water-balloon-taut condom in my palm.
"...Miss?"
Stunned, I looked at Marin. Her afterglow still lingered, eyes glassy as she stared intently at the cloudy white fluid inside.
"This is mine."
Her face flushed anew as she fixated on the condom.
She cradled it to her chest like the world's most precious gem.
"It's the one proof that we became friends..."
Every time she poked it with her fingernail, the semen sack jiggled.
I had no clue how to handle this, but first things first—time to wrap up. I zipped my pants, stood, and offered her my hand.
"Let's head back to the village for now. It's way too late."
Marin stared at my hand, then looked up at me.
"...Can't move."
"...Pardon?"
"My legs... have zero strength..."
She glanced down at them with a troubled frown. No matter how hard she strained, they just twitched uselessly.
Like a newborn fawn's, trembling without a hint of standing.
"...Want a piggyback?"
I scratched my neck awkwardly and asked. Her cheeks pinked as she mumbled,
"...Please, friend."
And so I hoisted Marin onto my back and stood.
After an hour and a half of brutal immobility followed by furious sex, my stamina was at its limit.
But the soft, hot press of her breasts against my back—and the slender arms wrapping my neck—gave me the strength to endure.
As I trudged along, she buried her face in my shoulder, staring at me intently.
The streetlights made her eyes sparkle. The earlier madness had faded a bit,
but the hearts lingered, beaming lovey-dovey telepathy my way nonstop.
Drip.
A bead of sweat trickled down my nape. She sniffed it—sourish, maybe—and asked,
"Heavy?"
"...No, not really."
"Obviously. I keep my weight pinned at exactly 40 kilos every day. If this tires you out, your stamina's the problem."
The prickly Marin was back.
From adoring female to ruthless cost-efficiency fanatic, tolerating not a single gram of variance.
But it didn't annoy me anymore. Back then, I'd have nagged her to wash up clean.
Now? She was personally licking the sweat from my back with her tongue.
Anyway, the real reason I was sweating had nothing to do with the load.
Marin's skirt hid nothing—her pussy fully exposed underneath. Every night breeze flipped it up, making my heart lurch.
Midnight meant few people, but passing glances still flicked our way now and then.
My back was already drenched in sweat; now Marin's pussy juices soaked my shirt too, promising a nasty rash.
So whenever wind stirred, I lifted her legs high to shield her with my back.
But pinch, tweak.
The ice-sculpture beauty on my back ignored prying eyes. Pussy glistening or not, she just tormented my nipples relentlessly.
Her tiny hand, warm with faint heat, clutched the jiggling semen pouch.
"Miss... aren't you embarrassed if folks glimpse your privates like this?"
I glanced around nervously. She swung her legs dangling from my arms and shot back,
"Not at all. This is your fault. You pinned my legs open for an hour straight."
Then she squeezed my back with arms and legs, hot breath on my neck as she added,
"So quit yapping and focus on walking. You always ruin the mood when you open your mouth."
Pot, meet kettle.
"You act like an angel when you shut up, Miss..."
Oh crap. I'd overstepped without thinking.
But
Pfft.
Marin didn't mind. She whispered with a faint smile,
"Guess it's true what they say—friends start rubbing off on each other."
"...No way."
"Hehe. What a dumb puppy."
The rest of the way through the park and into the village, she lectured me on "friend facts" while roasting me mercilessly.
But it didn't grate anymore. Felt just like banter between close pals.
Walking with a friend—a wish I'd never dared dream in this lifetime—had come true.
I even laughed and chatted along with her. Before I knew it, we'd passed the village's massive walls and reached her house.
Thud.
I bent forward to set her gently at the door.
She stroked my bowed head,
then
Boing.
jumped down effortlessly like it was nothing.
So the leg thing was total bullshit.
Anyway, with Marin off my back after all that time, the lingering warmth vanished fast under the cold night breeze.
"Miss, you sure it's okay splitting up like this? You said mornings are rough alone."
"Don't worry about it. I've got unfinished business tonight. Once that's done, I'll wake up fine on my own."
What could it be? Curiosity nagged, but she didn't offer, so I let it drop.
Marin always explained upfront if I needed to know.
Replaying our village walk chat, I felt like I'd glimpsed more of the real her.
Couldn't help but grin contentedly.
As I stared right back at her cute, unblinking face,
Marin stepped close and stroked my cheek.
"You had a tough night too. Go crash hard."
"...Thanks for caring."
What's this? Actually touching.
Her rare concern nearly brought tears to my eyes.
Until
"Got it? Then quit wasting time and scram, you slow-ass puppy."
Her whispered insult snapped me back to reality.
Bite me... my feels.
"See you tomorrow, then."
I turned to leave under her send-off. A chill gust made me glance back instinctively.
There she was—on the phone with someone, twirling the fat semen pouch idly.
Who the hell? She'd sworn I was her only friend.
Something felt off about the scene. I ended up lingering at a distance until she opened the door and slipped inside.