/snoot/ - my girlfriend Judee

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>Mean my girlfriend Judee are lying on a bed, just cuddling together and enjoying each other's presence
>it took a good while to get her to trust me and be comfortable with my touch enough to get so close... a lot of small, careful steps... but man, was it worth it. And it took a lot even more effort to actually ask Judee out for the first time and admit that I like her. So worth it too, even just for her adorable, innocent reaction.
>she's curled up so comfortably against me, her hands gently clutching my shirt and her long tail curled around my leg as she nuzzles against my chest. Her long, soft blonde hair smells flowery and a bit like lemon. Her three puppets rest on the desk, watching us with their beady eyes... man, it was funny and kinda endearing watching her carefully put her puppets there while having a "discussion" with them in a hushed voice. Hopefully they all get I don't have any bad intentions with their owner.
>"hehe... Anon... Anon... Aaaa-non... Anyonn.. hehehe..." Judee coos quietly in a sing-song voice, her snoot nuzzling against my shirt. So damn precious.
>"Goofball." I tease her, my hand giving her soft hair a stroke.
>Judee giggles quietly, peeking up at me and blowing me a raspberry. Such a dork. Maybe bigger than me. I chuckle at her antics, then nuzzle her blonde hair and gently kiss her head.
>Judee shivers slightly and giggles, but then I feel her tense up. Wait... did I do something wrong? Shit... Judee is so sensitive... you really gotta be careful with her... did I say something creepy without knowing?
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>"Judee?" I ask with worry in my voice, getting even more worried when she suddenly pulls away and sits up, looking at me with a timid stare.
>Anon..." she says quietly, her pale face slowly getting redder. "I... I... I l... I lo... lo... l..." her breathing gets faster, Judee covering her face with her hands. "I lo...! I lo...! I lo...!"
>"Whoa! Judee, calm down!" I say as gently as I can, my heart beating louder as I sit up and grasp her shoulders lightly. "Easy, Judee. Breathe. Deep breaths. One... two... three..."
>"...four... five... six..." Judee counts slowly, taking deep breaths and slowly calming herself down. When she counts to ten she lets out a soft sigh, her hands slowly uncovering her eyes that are now giving me a half-lidded, tender gaze. "Anon... I love you." She says quiet as a mouse, but the way she says it tells me she really means it.
>Ooops. There it isn the L word. Well, it was coming for a long time, but it still catches me a bit off guard. I realize that all this time in a way I've seen Judee almost like a little sister... someone I wanted to cherish and protect, not so much someone I really saw in a romantic way... we never even kissed or anything... but still... this warm feeling I have in my heart as I look at her, this desire to just hold her tight and never let go... my heart pounding like it just wants to burst out of my chest... if this is not love, then what the fuck is it?
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>"I... love you too, Judee..." I let out, my face turning all hot. "A... a lot... actually..." Well, if anything, we're both a pair of autists.
>Judee's eyes shine brightly, her face turning as red as mine. We both timidly stare at each other, then her face slowly moves closer...
>fuck... fuck... here it comes... the first kiss... you can do it Anon... just gotta be careful and gentle with her... you can do it... here it comes... fuck... the first kiss... don't fuck this up man... don't fuck this up... Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.
>Then I'm taken aback by a soft smoochy noise, Judee moving her face back as I feel a fading warmth on my mouth. W-wait, already?! I was too busy freaking out internally that I... huh.
>"You're so red, Anon!" Judee giggles, looking at me with amusement.
>I sigh and shake my head. "You're pretty red too, Judee."
>"Really?!" She squeaks, quickly covering her face with her hands as she shakes her head and squirms in complete flustration. But her eye peeks at me from behind her fingertips, giving me that warm, tender gaze that warms my heart.
>Yeah. Today is definitely a good day.