Eric Cant Wait To Surprise His Gf Angel For Valentines Day But He Forgot That She Hates It

Eric couldn’t contain his excitement as Valentine’s Day approached. He had been planning a grand surprise for his girlfriend Angel for weeks now, wanting everything to be perfect. The 19-year-old college student had been dating the gorgeous 18-year-old sophomore for nearly a year and their relationship had been going smoothly, filled with love, laughter and steamy passion.

Eric was determined to make this Valentine’s Day one that Angel would never forget. He enlisted the help of his fraternity brothers to set up a lavish picnic in the park, complete with gourmet food, champagne and roses. He even arranged for a string quartet to play romantic music as a backdrop. Eric spent hours agonizing over the perfect gift, finally settling on a delicate gold necklace with a small diamond pendant engraved with the initials E&A.

The day before Valentine’s Day, Eric picked up aher favorite bottle of wine and stopped by the flower shop for a bouquet of blooms in her preferred shades of pink and red. He was feeling pretty proud of himself for being so thoughtful and attentive to every detail. Little did he know, he was completely forgetting one crucial aspect – Angel despised Valentine’s Day with a passion.

The shocking realization only dawned on Eric as he lay in bed, grunting and groaning in pleasure as Angel sensually rolled her flawless, tanned body on top of his, string bikini-clad torso glistening with sweat and oil. Her long, sun-streaked hair cascaded over her shoulders as she lustfully straddled him, opaque boyfriend shorts hugging her slender hips and pert, perky ass.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Eric panted, gazing up at his stunning girlfriend with worshipful eyes as she sensually ground against his throbbing, rock-hard erection. “I can’t wait to surprise you tomorrow with the most incredible Valentine’s Day ever!”

Angel froze mid-grind, looking down at Eric with an unamused arch of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “Uh, actually babe, can we not do the whole Valentine’s Day thing? It’s kind of lame and cheesy,” she said, rolling her pretty blue eyes. “You know I’m not really into all that commercialized mush.”

Eric blinked in shocked confusion, uncomprehending. “W-what? But I’ve been planning this for like, a month! I want to make it really special for you!” he protested.

Angel sighed and rolled off of him, sitting up and crossing her lithe arms over her chest. “Eric, I’ve told you like a hundred times – V-Day is the worst. It’s a unnecessary, overhyped holiday that puts unfair pressure on relationships and makes single people feel like shit. I’d rather you just take me out for a normal date night, y’know?”

Eric gaped like a fish, utterly flabbergasted. How could he have forgotten this? He replayed every conversation they’d ever had about Valentine’s Day in his head and noticed that, sure enough, Angel always made sarcastic comments or eye-rolled whenever the subject came up. It had simply never occurred to him that she might actually be serious about disliking it.

“So…you want me to just cancel everything?” Eric asked hesitantly, his fantasies of a perfect romantic evening shattering to pieces. “Throw away all the roses? Send the quartet home? Return the necklace?”

Angel softened a little, seeing the crestfallen look on his handsome face. She scooted closer and wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into his neck. “Well, don’t toss the wine and the chocolate, babe. I do have my standards,” she said with a playful nip to his earlobe. “This is why I love you – even if you can be a hopeless romantic sometimes. Let’s just do something lowkey and fun. Whisk me away on a surprise adventure!”

Eric sighed but pulled her closer, adding a bit of playful swat to her ass. He supposed he could salvage some of the gift plans and activities. As long as Angel was happy, that’s all that mattered to him.

“Alright, alright, you drive a hard bargain,” he grumbled good-naturedly. “I’ll ditch the majority of my master plan…but I’m holding onto this,” he added, sliding a hand down her flat stomach to palm her pussy through her shorts. Angel gasped and bit her lip, her blue eyes darkening with lust.

“Mmm, well, maybe we could celebrate in other ways,” she purred, shimmying out of her shorts and straddling him again.

And celebrate they did – the rest of the evening was spent tangled up in the sheets, breathless with ecstasy as Eric fucked Angel with deep, passionate strokes of his hard cock, savoring her perfect, youthful body, lost in his own world of pleasure until they both shuddered in climax…

The next day, true to his word, Eric only bought a few simple gifts – a book by Angel’s favorite author, her preferred brand of scented candles and some dark chocolates. After work, he played his trump card and blindfolded her, driving to a secluded part of the beach he knew she loved. They walked hand-in-hand as he led her to a cozy picnic he’d set up – complete with battery-powered fairy lights, champagne and angel food cake. It was far smaller and less grand than his original plan, but far more Angel.

They ended up lounging on the beach blanket, finishing off the wine and making out under the stars for hours. Eric felt content and happy just to be with her, his earlier frustration that she’d dashed his plans long forgotten. In the end, watching Angel smile and laugh as they cuddled and swatted playfully at each other, he knew he would choose simpler, genuine moments like this over any extravagant Valentine’s Day trap any day.