The Chat Room

Saturday dawns, the morning after I coaxed Jonathan into giving me his first time. "Take me all day, all night," I'd purred, tossing it out like a spark to rile him up. Oh, it worked—too well, if I'm honest.

Yesterday, after I took the reins for our first romp, it felt like my first time all over again. Raw, wild, and drenched in something tender I hadn't expected. I thought I'd be the one steering the heat, but Jonathan… he surprised me.

Rough hands, sure, but so careful—shifting me when my hips twinged, easing off when my joints creaked, always whispering, "Can you keep going?" like I was some fragile treasure. Me! The snow spirit who's supposed to melt him.

The first few rounds? I was done for—tapping out, cumming so hard my head spun, a first even for me. But those eyes of his—hungry, dark, pleading for more—flipped a switch I didn't know I had.

Age be damned, I couldn't resist feeding that beastly appetite of his. Bent over his counter like some giddy newlywed, skirt hiked and apron nowhere in sight (mental note: wear one next time, just to tease), he rewrote every dusty memory I'd clung to. 

I woke up first today, sprawled across the wreckage of his couch bed. Somewhere past midnight, we'd stumbled to his real bedroom—his sanctum—and he pounded me through the same moves, twisted into new shapes.

The closeness of it, his scent on the sheets, his walls around us, set my heart skittering like I was some lovesick girl again. Love? Infatuation? Maybe just the thrill of how he's all gentle charm out there and a storm in here. I don't know yet. What I do know is I'm not ready to let this go—it's keeping my head screwed on straight.

Jonathan dropped me at the mall after breakfast—homemade, no less. The man's a gentleman in the sack and a bachelor who whips up pancakes like it's nothing. With that face, that body, how's he not snagged already? Makes me want to puff up a little, knowing I've got him for now.

So here I am, loitering around the mall, texting my crew about my "hook-up." 

meiflowa: [ how was his dick yuyu was it gud ] 

TeachingFeeling: [ She hasn't responded since yesterday at all... I'm kind of worried... ]

SeventyLeven: [ she's probs fine he looked like a decent guy ]

I can't help but feel a little flutter of gratitude for Natasha—sweet TeachingFeeling, always there with her quiet warmth. She's a gem.

Lorette (Meiflowa) and Sky (SeventyLeven), though? Oh, they care, sure, but they could dial back the sarcasm just a smidge. I'd rolled my eyes, but inside, I was grinning—their jabs are sharp, but they mean well. 

meiflowa: [ i'm tellin ya she got dicked down so bad she couldn't use her phone keke ]

SeventyLeven: [ if I found out the guy didn't take care of yuyu then he's catching straight hands ]

TeachingFeeling: [ Oh, she's read our messages! ]

nice_ice_bby: [ guess who got melted last night heehee ]

meiflowa: [ YOOOO SHE'S HERE HOW WAS HIS DICK TELL ME ] 

SeventyLeven: [ are you okay, did he hurt you, were you fed and taken care of ]

TeachingFeeling: [ Where are you now? Are you available? ]

The group chat lights up, and I'm giggling like a kid caught sneaking sweets, my eyes darting around the mall as heads turn my way.

Oops—too loud, Yulia. My friends are at it again, each with their own little agendas, and it's a riot.

I'm blushing, biting my lip, half-tempted to tease back, but I just hug my phone closer, savoring the chaos. They're all over the place, and I love it—keeps me on my toes, makes me feel alive.

nice_ice_bby: [ dick was so good i got reborn in a day ]

meiflowa: [ did you get anything from him?? ]

nice_ice_bby: [ aside from his good loving, a bouquet of white and blue flowers, it was very pretty ]

meiflowa: [ aha yea i gave him that shi for free ]

TeachingFeeling: [ He was thoughtful enough to give you flowers? Isn't that romantic? ]

SeventyLeven: [ well well well he doesn't look as fuckboyish as he does in his pics ] 

meiflowa: [ can't lie I kinda cockblocked my intern from him but he looked so fine i had to step up ]

ice_nice_bby: [ that was you??? are the guys who were hitting on me before he came around also one of you guys? ]

Lorette is such a schemer... 

meiflowa: [ oh no that wasn't me ]

SeventyLeven: [ do you have pictures i'll go bust some kneecaps ]

And Sky is just raring to fight anyone that even tries to harm us...

ice_nice_bby: [ oh yeah definitely, he crushed their shoulders before they could touch me ]

SeventyLeven: [ okay good, glad you're safe ]

TeachingFeeling: [ Just like that? He was that strong? ]

ice_nice_bby: [ he looks better irl!!! his pictures don't give him justice, girl ]

meiflowa: [ yea i wanted him to fuck me in front of the whole flowershop when i saw him, honestly, scary eyes he got ]

TeachingFeeling: [ Scary eyes? Like the hunter eyes? ]

meiflowa: [ yea i think that's what it was, he looked like he likes tits too, was staring at mine like a hawk, you got a chance, nat ]

TeachingFeeling: [ Maybe mine are too big, idk... ]

meiflowa: [ stfu yours are bigger than mine and they're already spilling outta my clothes, i hate ts ]

TeachingFeeling: [ Anyways, he made sure you're okay right? your date? ] 

ice_nice_bby: [ yea! we actually arrived an hour before our agreed meeting time, felt like a first date all over again heehee ]

meiflowa: [ I'm gonna fuck him next btw are you cool with that yuyu ]

ice_nice_bby: [ sure! idk if you'll go for other guys after getting choked by his biceps though, ik you like messing around ]

meiflowa: [ shiiii he's like that? think he's into bdsm? ]

ice_nice_bby: [ he looks like a good student if you taught him, no pun intended nat ]

TeachingFeeling: [ Don't even joke like that with me here ;^; ]

ice_nice_bby: [ sowwy;;; ]

meiflowa: [ shiii I'm wet now should i send him something ]

ice_nice_bby: [ you got his phone #? ]

meiflowa: [ o yea that was my payment for the flowers, he still gave me a hundred-dollar tip even if it wasn't the tip i wanted ]

SeventyLeven: [ I'm going back to work, there's customers, you whores have fun ] 

meiflowa: [ take careeeee but yea i might just scoop him for like next week or smthn ]

ice_nice_bby: [ suuuure I'll be busy the next weekend anyway, we should all plan a summer thingy when that comes around ]

TeachingFeeling: [ A vacation leave sounds nice... anyways, see you girls later <3 ]

Chatting with those three is like a splash of cold water on a steamy day—refreshing, chaotic, and oh-so-addictive. Time slips through my fingers, and before I know it, my phone blinks 2 PM.

I should head home… maybe after a quick detour for ice cream, because why not? A little treat to cap off this mall loitering feels right.

I snag a popsicle from the stand, its caramel layer swirled with rugged veins. Not as long as Jonathan's—pfft, as if anything could be—but the texture's rough little ridges have me squirming.

My legs rub together under the table, a sneaky little dance I can't quite stop. How unsightly, Yulia, getting all flustered over a frozen stick! I bite my lip, half-laughing at myself, half-daring the thought to linger. Guess he's still melting me, even from here.

I send Jona a selfie of me and the popsicle before I head back home.