Living the full girlfriend experience meant enduring Catalina’s terrifying competitiveness during our backyard water wars. The suburban sun baked the grass, making it pleasant under the feet. I gripped my neon-green Super Soaker, scanning the hydrangea bushes. The plastic trigger squeezed under my finger, sending a stream of water arching through the air.
      ”You’re not getting away this time!” she yelled.
      A blast of cold water splattered onto my ribs.
      ”In your dreams, Cat!” I shouted, turning around to face where her voice came from.
      ”Victory is mine!” Catalina shrieked, leaping from her hiding spot.
      ”Cheater! You were flanking me!” I laughed, though my shirt clung to my skin like a cool layer.
      She didn’t stop. She lunged, tackling me mid-stride. We rolled through the clover, the damp earth staining our clothes. She pinned my shoulders, her weight pressing me into the soil. Her chest heaved, her eyes gleaming with a predator’s triumph. This was the aggressive side of the girlfriend experience that I adored.

“Look at you, all soaked and helpless,” she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.

 ”I’m only helpless because you’re a menace,” I groaned. My dick getting hard with her on top of me.
      She shifted, peeling off her soaked denim shorts revealing no panties. She straddled my chest and slid up, planting her dripping heat directly over my nose and mouth. The scent of the outside mixed with her natural, musky aroma entered my nostrils.
      ”Since I won, you’re my footstool. Or rather, my face-stool,” she giggled.
      I didn’t need a second invitation. I pressed my face into her soft, wet folds. Her clit felt like a hard little pearl against my tongue. I began tongue fucking her, my tongue swirling in deep, wet circles. Her moans echoed in the quiet yard as I sucked her deep, pulling her juices into my mouth. I used my lips to tug at her hood, creating a vacuum that made her back arch and her yells louder. The moans and her wetness meeting my face grew louder and wetter with every thrust of her hips.

 ”Oh god, right there! Don’t stop!”

 She gasped, pushing her dripping wet pussy against my lips with rhythmic force. I could taste the salt and the sweetness of her arousal. My saliva mixed with her pussy juices, dripping from my chin as I licked her more.
      Her breath hitched. Her muscles tightened, then relaxed. A hot torrent of yellow liquid erupted from her, splashing across my cheeks and flooding my open mouth. The warmth of her pee was startling, a salty tide that washed over my face. She shuddered, her body vibrating as she emptied her bladder over me. The liquid soaked into my hair and ran down my neck. She was marking her win by peeing on me.
      She leaned down, kissing me with a tongue-sucking intensity that tasted of her own release and her pee. This particular brand of the girlfriend experience was messy, infuriating, but perfect. I wiped my eyes and smiled up at my favorite, terrifying girlfriend.
      ”You’re such a good sport,” she whispered, this girlfriend experience and her victory still dribbling down my body.

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