Girlfriend Maggie
From Torg Adventure
Despite Maggie's tough exterior, whenever you're having sex, and she starts letting her guard down, there's a different part of her that starts to come through. And she took to the act of the dutiful girlfriend in front of your family, and afterwards in bed, a little too well. Despite Maggie's words, you don't think that part of her is dead at all. It's just been hidden behind the false facade of soldier Maggie. You decide that it's girlfriend Maggie that you want.
"You don't have to put on an act for me, Maggie, ever," you tell her. "I like it when you're soft, and vulnerable. You don't have to pretend to be tough when you're around me. I like this Maggie."
You see Maggie's face soften as she looks up at you. "Just like? Please, Max, I need to hear more."
You kiss her, firmly, still fucking her, albeit more gently now. "Much more than like. I love you, Maggie. I knew it for sure when the cracks in your act started showing through, and I saw the regular girl hidden within."
You see tears start to form in Maggie's eyes. "Oh, Max. I needed to hear that so bad. No one has told me that before, like that. And I love you too. I'm so sorry for what I put you through to get this far. I just... I... oh my God!"
A powerful orgasm rocks Maggie's body. You knew that she'd cum pretty hard before, although in the past there had always been a part of it that fought it, to keep control. That part was gone now, perhaps forever, and now Maggie was at the mercy of her body. To a large extent, you are too, as the previously familiar body beneath yours is suddenly much less muscles and strength, and much more about softness and vulnerability. Your cock just starts erupting into that receptive form, to the apparent ecstasy of the still crying girl.
"I love you," you repeat to her passionately, causing her to shiver against you, both in passion and emotion. Her arms try to wrap around you, but they are weakened, so you put yours around her instead, and pull her up against you. She gives another cry of passion then, and release, that you know is loud enough to be heard downstairs, even over the blaring television, as what you imagine are years of repression are suddenly turned into satisfaction.
You're getting off on seeing the change in Maggie that had only been hinted at before, in moments of passion. Just as you had been struck by how different Maggie looked when she dressed like a... well, a girl, and how she acted when she had been "acting" as your girlfriend around your family, you're seeing a much more dramatic change in her now. This a younger, more innocent Maggie, when she was still trying desperately to be her daddy's little girl, and before she started putting a mask on to the world to protect herself.
"Oh, Max," she says softly, wearily after the last of the orgasm fades from her body. It may be that the last vestiges of the tough front Maggie had maintained were gone as well. "I hope you realize that I just became a whole lot more high-maintenance."
You laugh gently, kissing her tear-streaked face. She's still beautiful, even with her eyes a little red and nose a little runny from crying. In fact, she's even more beautiful than you ever remember her being.
"I'd say you're worth any price, Maggie," you tell her, kissing her again.
"You're going to keep saying stuff like that now, aren't you?" She asks softly. Then she smiles, tentatively. "At least, now that you know I'm not likely to kick your ass for doing so."
You shrug. "Pretty much, yeah."
Maggie's smile gets more sure. "Good. Because I like hearing it."
Maggie's voice is softer now. It's not quite the same as when she was in fake girlfriend mode before, but it's not too far off. The other changes are more subtle, and it will take you a while to sort them all out. It's still the same woman lying beneath you, but so much has changed about her.
"I guess we put on quite the show for your family," she says, abruptly changing the subject. "Although they've turned the tv back down, so they must think we're done." She laughs, a kinder, more feminine laugh than she had before. "They must be really freaked out. I guess if we're going to move ahead with my plan... you know, with you and your sisters... we should maybe go down there and see what we can to move things along." She bites her lip a little. "That's what you'd like, right? To bed them all... plant little babies in them, like you've already hopefully done with me?"
Move on with the plan, or make a new plan?
