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Two weeks. We'd been doing this for two weeks now; I'd come over after closing shop at work, she'd let me in through the side door of her mom's place with a shushing finger pressed to smiling lips, pulling me through to her dark bedroom where we'd pretend to watch a movie while making out until my lips went numb. Eventually, we'd stop, I'd sneak back out, tired and overstimulated, and go home. That was it.
Two weeks of that same routine.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful; she was objectively gorgeous and so far out of my league that it was bordering on ridiculous, but sneaking in and out of her mom's house after midnight to make out for an hour every single night felt a little juvenile by that point. I'd have preferred things to be different, but we were 20, home from school for the summer, and I was too clueless to speak up anyway. After all, it wasn't every day that a girl like her chose a guy like me to be her summer fling.
So here I was, again, for the fourth night that week; Clueless playing from a laptop propped up on an upturned laundry basket, the alarm clock on her bedside table telling me it was half past time to get home to bed, and a familiar tingling in my overworked lips that she'd nibbled and sucked on for nearly an hour.
Something was different this time though. The kissing and groping in the dark usually ended arbitrarily, with her breaking away to mutter something about wishing I didn't have to go or lamenting the fact that we'd have to wait until we went back to school in the fall so she could stay the night with me. Not tonight though; tonight, she abruptly dismounted from her seat on my lap, clambering off with an excited huff, and demanded that I "stay right there."
So there I stayed. For five minutes. For ten. I began to wonder how to apologize politely for slipping out via text message, wanting to save her the embarrassment of needing to explain why she'd jumped off me and disappeared into the adjacent bathroom for such a protracted length of time. A few minutes to freshen up was one thing, but at that point I had to assume she'd fallen into the toilet.
"Are you still there?" she whispered from outside the room, jerking me out of the sleep I hadn't been aware of slipping into. I called out quietly to confirm that I was.
"Okay," she said breathily, mustering her courage unseen around the corner of the doorframe, "Umm, close your eyes."
I did as I was told, confirming to her that I'd complied. The shuffling of bare feet on soft carpet brought her back into the room, and I grew nervous with the anticipation of what awaited me there in the dark.
"Okay," she whispered again, "you can open them."
I was wholly unprepared for what stood before me. She stood, hands clasped behind her back coyly, in a sheer black nightgown...thing, with a curiously ornate set of pale green underwear adorned by lacey butterflies and sequins underneath. The low light of her room played off her light brown skin, carving stark shadows and contours along the muscles of her long, smooth legs. One hip thrust out and she struck a smooth pose while biting her lip, letting me drink the sight of her in unabashedly. She looked divine. I told her as much.
"You think so?" She asked, casting an evasive gaze to the ceiling while I admired her up and down. Summers playing rec league soccer had kept her fit, but not so much as to erode the softer edges around her beautiful hips and thighs. Even so, the hair swept over one shoulder showed off broad shoulders and a long neck that I was dying to dive into and shower with affectionate smooches. I wanted my hands on every inch of her. I needed her. Weeks of exploring her body over yoga pants and under t-shirts had done little Güzeloba Escort (https://guzeloba.t2bro.net/) to tip me off that this masterpiece might be hiding underneath. I'm sure my mouth hung open hungrily for her.
"Sorry I took so long," she said, "I was nervous."
It was preposterous to think that someone who looked like her needed to be nervous, let alone in front of someone like me. I was long, lean, and lanky, where she was entirely too smart and beautiful to be wasting time playing grab-ass with a schmuck like me. Then again, she had pursued me, hard; we'd met in class just prior to the end of last year, and her insistence on spending time with me continued to belie belief. And yet, I had to concede, she had kept at it; she'd been the one to hand me a pen and napkin to collect my phone number, and it had been she who asked to meet up outside of class the first time. And the second. And all the times after that. It might have been possible that she actually liked me.
And now she stood before me, shrugging out of the dainty robe that I was too enamored to wonder why she owned in the first place. Letting it fall to the ground at her feet, she visibly braced herself against the urge to let her relative nakedness cow her, planting her hands on her hips defiantly.
"Well then, are you going to touch me or just stare at me all night?"
It was a valid question.
She stepped forwards into my open arms, letting me first run my hands up her impossibly smooth legs from where I sat up at the edge of the small futon in her room; the soft smell of soap assured me she must have just shaved them in the minutes prior. She looked down, watching me as my eyes roved across the spectacle she presented, feeling her body with eager hands. I dared to reach around her, taking handfuls of her ass in my hands with a tender squeeze. She nested her hands in my thicket of hair affectionately while I kissed at her tummy, happy to press my lips into her over and over. A dangling bellybutton piercing danced across her midriff enticingly.
"Sit back," she cooed, pushing me backward softly.
Settling back wordlessly, I let her mount my lap once again; all the selfish longing for an end to the interminable hours of fruitless kisses departed in guilty shame as her lips found mine with renewed longing. The purchase that my hands found on her naked skin reminded me again that I had no business being here in the first place. She held my face in her hands so lightly, so earnestly, I dared to wonder if she had plans for me that extended beyond a bit of summer fun.
I made my way along her jawline, up under her ear, and down her neck, planting tender pecks along her collar bones while her heavy breaths offered all the approval I needed.
"My bra," she said quietly into my ear. My hands, obsessively feeling their way up and down her back, sought the clasp that I'd never find. "The front, silly," she chided with a smile, sitting back to work the clip apart herself. The modest cups fell away as she shrugged herself out of the expensive looking top, baring her dark teardrops for me with mounting confidence. I wasted not a moment in cupping them each in a hand, marveling at how perfectly they fit me, and how well they suited her.
"You like them?" she asked happily, taking some measure of glee at the rapturous look on my face. I loved them, and told her as much.
Abruptly, she spun in my lap, sitting between my legs at the edge of the low sofa with her back pressed into me; she pushed her head back into my shoulder, baring her neck for more of my lips' attentions. I kissed at her gladly, massaging her chest greedily while she began to writhe in my lap, humming happy little noises at the appreciation Güzeloba Escort Bayan (https://guzeloba.t2bro.net/) I showed her body.
Eventually, a hand reached up to pull mine away, and I was guided in a glacially slow trail down her torso, past the dangling piercing in her navel, and over the embroidered lace of her scant bottoms. Her hand departed, leaving mine unattended to rub at her on its own; I carried on feasting at her neck and jawline while I rubbed her, and the tight circles that her hips drew insisted that she was enjoying my touch.
I took a gamble, slipping my fingers beneath the stretched cloth to feel my way up and down the wet folds of her puffy lips, enjoying the gasp she gave me as I did so.
"In," she exhaled.
I slipped a finger into her slowly and she pressed her forehead into the side of my head, screwing her eyes shut while I advanced in and out of her slowly. A landing strip of tightly curled hair tickled my palm as she began to pant quietly. Wanting to serve her better, I asked if she'd lose the bottoms to give my fingers more room to work.
Making no reply, she slipped out of my embrace and slunk to the floor, turning to paw at the zipper of my jeans with an unexpected fervor; she was a woman on a mission. I did what I could to get the fly down with a haste that matched her scrambled fury, and she impatiently tugged my trousers and briefs down just enough to free my cock.
"Oh my god," she whispered, looking for all the world like she'd unexpectedly found herself holding a live grenade. As a young man, my sense of what was normal had understandably been skewed heavily by a lifetime of watching and seeing things that were not representative of the real world in any way; I'd always thought that I was entirely average, and that women had only ever said things like that to be polite. She assured me that nothing could be further from the truth. "What the fuck is this?" she asked in a tone that contradicted the intimacy of the moment harshly.
How do you respond to that?
Almost angrily, like it had inconvenienced her in some way, she popped the head into her mouth abruptly. Where she'd been all soft movements and tender touches in the minutes prior, she was off the leash now, gripping me two-handed and struggling to fit much more than half of me into her mouth.
"God damn it," she said in frustration, "this thing is fucking huge." She seemed put out, genuinely.
"Sorry?" I offered, worried she'd grow tired of the effort.
"No! No I mean, it's just...where were you hiding this?" Not waiting for an answer, she reapplied herself with a measured dedication, relying on her pillowy lips to to worship at no more than she was prepared to handle. It did feel really, really good.
"Ahh!" she growled, "this...thing!" She waved it in the air in front of her proudly, evidently glad she had managed to find something workable to do with it. I laughed at the display; it was unreasonably cute.
She let go, falling backward onto the carpet and lifting her hips to tug her panties off, flinging them away from herself and stretching her arms above her head luxuriously.
"You can lick me now," she said matter-of-factly.
Kicking my pants off the rest of the way, and ditching the shirt to join in on her nudity, I crawled to the ground with her, urging her to scoot more into the middle of the large room so my legs wouldn't get stuck under the futon. She giggled, cupping at her boobs while I took my place and began to work on her with my tongue. Giddy little "Oh!"s and "Ah!"s escaped her as I dove into her, taking pride in the deepening tones of her little outbursts as she settled into a comfortable enjoyment. She was smooth to my tongue's touch, Escort Güzeloba (https://guzeloba.t2bro.net/) save the cute little strip of carefully curated hair that tufted her mound, and the sight of her long body laid out in front of me what simply picturesque. She ground herself upward hard against my tongue and chin, and the prominent little button of her clit made for an easy target; it took only minutes of carefully paced and placed licking and sucking to bring her to a trembling peak right there on her bedroom floor.
"Oh god," she laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth for fear of being heard by her sleeping family upstairs, "that was really good. Have you done that before?"
I had.
"Well you're gonna have to do that again soon; I really liked it." Her laughter subsided while I wasted time by kissing her thighs softly. She craned her neck to look down at me curiously. "Well," she said, "are you going to fuck me now?"
I was happy to.
The sheer pleasure of eating her and making her feel so good had produced a deep seated need for her in me, and I was more than eager to crawl up toward her. On my knees, spread wide under her arched legs, I sat upright in front of her, pressing the flared head of my cock against her. I asked if she was ready, applying a modest pressure against her.
"Go slow, please," she implored, "you're still really fucking big."
I pushed into her, barely, and she stuck out a warding hand with a gasp.
"It's okay," she assured me, "just...slow."
I went slow. So slow.
By degrees at a time, I slid into her, ever cautious not to hurt her in any way. Deep breaths and a stern look as she watched herself devour me helped to steel her nerve; eventually she allowed herself to relax enough to accept the length of me deep inside of her, where her nervous laughter produced a tense squeeze that felt just incredible.
"Ahhh," she giggled, "okay."
I asked if it was really okay. She nodded her head, staring into the ceiling.
"It's okay," she insisted.
So I withdrew. And slid back in. Agonizingly slowly, and with a cautious optimism, we labored with each other to find a pace that worked for her; in time, my cock became slick with a thin white sheen that made things easier, not to mention slipperier, and she started to emit another round of happy little sounds as I wrapped my hands around her waist.
There would be no hard and fast fuck for us tonight; she grew tired of the distance between us and held out her arms, imploring me to lay against her in a close embrace. The angle meant short strokes in and out of her, and I took care not to bump more deeply than she could comfortably handle. She kissed at me tenderly, as a lover, and muttered sweet little nonsense into my ear, announcing her satisfaction in time with insistent hugs and trembling legs twice in the following five minutes.
Eventually, she urged me to give her what was hers. I'd known her only a few weeks, and should have been more cautious, but my young ears heard only what it wanted from her; I had something that she wanted, and there would be no denying her. Asking again if that's what she wanted, I waited to hear her urgent "fucking give me!" before doing just that; I filled her desperately, fighting against the urge in my hips to push myself as deeply as I possibly could while she drank me up happily.
It felt like long ages that we laid there together, holding each other tightly while the heady rush of orgasm simmered down in both of us. I slipped out of her wetly, aware of a burning in my knees; the carpet had ground the skin raw. Likewise, a small patch of angry red on her tailbone demanded a healing kiss.
We giggled.
We helped each other dress.
She asked me to be her boyfriend.
I said yes.
We kissed goodnight.
I snuck out the back door, and off into the night.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I got into my car.
"Well, boyfriend of mine. You really must tell me where you were hiding that thing. xo"
Two weeks of that same routine.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful; she was objectively gorgeous and so far out of my league that it was bordering on ridiculous, but sneaking in and out of her mom's house after midnight to make out for an hour every single night felt a little juvenile by that point. I'd have preferred things to be different, but we were 20, home from school for the summer, and I was too clueless to speak up anyway. After all, it wasn't every day that a girl like her chose a guy like me to be her summer fling.
So here I was, again, for the fourth night that week; Clueless playing from a laptop propped up on an upturned laundry basket, the alarm clock on her bedside table telling me it was half past time to get home to bed, and a familiar tingling in my overworked lips that she'd nibbled and sucked on for nearly an hour.
Something was different this time though. The kissing and groping in the dark usually ended arbitrarily, with her breaking away to mutter something about wishing I didn't have to go or lamenting the fact that we'd have to wait until we went back to school in the fall so she could stay the night with me. Not tonight though; tonight, she abruptly dismounted from her seat on my lap, clambering off with an excited huff, and demanded that I "stay right there."
So there I stayed. For five minutes. For ten. I began to wonder how to apologize politely for slipping out via text message, wanting to save her the embarrassment of needing to explain why she'd jumped off me and disappeared into the adjacent bathroom for such a protracted length of time. A few minutes to freshen up was one thing, but at that point I had to assume she'd fallen into the toilet.
"Are you still there?" she whispered from outside the room, jerking me out of the sleep I hadn't been aware of slipping into. I called out quietly to confirm that I was.
"Okay," she said breathily, mustering her courage unseen around the corner of the doorframe, "Umm, close your eyes."
I did as I was told, confirming to her that I'd complied. The shuffling of bare feet on soft carpet brought her back into the room, and I grew nervous with the anticipation of what awaited me there in the dark.
"Okay," she whispered again, "you can open them."
I was wholly unprepared for what stood before me. She stood, hands clasped behind her back coyly, in a sheer black nightgown...thing, with a curiously ornate set of pale green underwear adorned by lacey butterflies and sequins underneath. The low light of her room played off her light brown skin, carving stark shadows and contours along the muscles of her long, smooth legs. One hip thrust out and she struck a smooth pose while biting her lip, letting me drink the sight of her in unabashedly. She looked divine. I told her as much.
"You think so?" She asked, casting an evasive gaze to the ceiling while I admired her up and down. Summers playing rec league soccer had kept her fit, but not so much as to erode the softer edges around her beautiful hips and thighs. Even so, the hair swept over one shoulder showed off broad shoulders and a long neck that I was dying to dive into and shower with affectionate smooches. I wanted my hands on every inch of her. I needed her. Weeks of exploring her body over yoga pants and under t-shirts had done little Güzeloba Escort (https://guzeloba.t2bro.net/) to tip me off that this masterpiece might be hiding underneath. I'm sure my mouth hung open hungrily for her.
"Sorry I took so long," she said, "I was nervous."
It was preposterous to think that someone who looked like her needed to be nervous, let alone in front of someone like me. I was long, lean, and lanky, where she was entirely too smart and beautiful to be wasting time playing grab-ass with a schmuck like me. Then again, she had pursued me, hard; we'd met in class just prior to the end of last year, and her insistence on spending time with me continued to belie belief. And yet, I had to concede, she had kept at it; she'd been the one to hand me a pen and napkin to collect my phone number, and it had been she who asked to meet up outside of class the first time. And the second. And all the times after that. It might have been possible that she actually liked me.
And now she stood before me, shrugging out of the dainty robe that I was too enamored to wonder why she owned in the first place. Letting it fall to the ground at her feet, she visibly braced herself against the urge to let her relative nakedness cow her, planting her hands on her hips defiantly.
"Well then, are you going to touch me or just stare at me all night?"
It was a valid question.
She stepped forwards into my open arms, letting me first run my hands up her impossibly smooth legs from where I sat up at the edge of the small futon in her room; the soft smell of soap assured me she must have just shaved them in the minutes prior. She looked down, watching me as my eyes roved across the spectacle she presented, feeling her body with eager hands. I dared to reach around her, taking handfuls of her ass in my hands with a tender squeeze. She nested her hands in my thicket of hair affectionately while I kissed at her tummy, happy to press my lips into her over and over. A dangling bellybutton piercing danced across her midriff enticingly.
"Sit back," she cooed, pushing me backward softly.
Settling back wordlessly, I let her mount my lap once again; all the selfish longing for an end to the interminable hours of fruitless kisses departed in guilty shame as her lips found mine with renewed longing. The purchase that my hands found on her naked skin reminded me again that I had no business being here in the first place. She held my face in her hands so lightly, so earnestly, I dared to wonder if she had plans for me that extended beyond a bit of summer fun.
I made my way along her jawline, up under her ear, and down her neck, planting tender pecks along her collar bones while her heavy breaths offered all the approval I needed.
"My bra," she said quietly into my ear. My hands, obsessively feeling their way up and down her back, sought the clasp that I'd never find. "The front, silly," she chided with a smile, sitting back to work the clip apart herself. The modest cups fell away as she shrugged herself out of the expensive looking top, baring her dark teardrops for me with mounting confidence. I wasted not a moment in cupping them each in a hand, marveling at how perfectly they fit me, and how well they suited her.
"You like them?" she asked happily, taking some measure of glee at the rapturous look on my face. I loved them, and told her as much.
Abruptly, she spun in my lap, sitting between my legs at the edge of the low sofa with her back pressed into me; she pushed her head back into my shoulder, baring her neck for more of my lips' attentions. I kissed at her gladly, massaging her chest greedily while she began to writhe in my lap, humming happy little noises at the appreciation Güzeloba Escort Bayan (https://guzeloba.t2bro.net/) I showed her body.
Eventually, a hand reached up to pull mine away, and I was guided in a glacially slow trail down her torso, past the dangling piercing in her navel, and over the embroidered lace of her scant bottoms. Her hand departed, leaving mine unattended to rub at her on its own; I carried on feasting at her neck and jawline while I rubbed her, and the tight circles that her hips drew insisted that she was enjoying my touch.
I took a gamble, slipping my fingers beneath the stretched cloth to feel my way up and down the wet folds of her puffy lips, enjoying the gasp she gave me as I did so.
"In," she exhaled.
I slipped a finger into her slowly and she pressed her forehead into the side of my head, screwing her eyes shut while I advanced in and out of her slowly. A landing strip of tightly curled hair tickled my palm as she began to pant quietly. Wanting to serve her better, I asked if she'd lose the bottoms to give my fingers more room to work.
Making no reply, she slipped out of my embrace and slunk to the floor, turning to paw at the zipper of my jeans with an unexpected fervor; she was a woman on a mission. I did what I could to get the fly down with a haste that matched her scrambled fury, and she impatiently tugged my trousers and briefs down just enough to free my cock.
"Oh my god," she whispered, looking for all the world like she'd unexpectedly found herself holding a live grenade. As a young man, my sense of what was normal had understandably been skewed heavily by a lifetime of watching and seeing things that were not representative of the real world in any way; I'd always thought that I was entirely average, and that women had only ever said things like that to be polite. She assured me that nothing could be further from the truth. "What the fuck is this?" she asked in a tone that contradicted the intimacy of the moment harshly.
How do you respond to that?
Almost angrily, like it had inconvenienced her in some way, she popped the head into her mouth abruptly. Where she'd been all soft movements and tender touches in the minutes prior, she was off the leash now, gripping me two-handed and struggling to fit much more than half of me into her mouth.
"God damn it," she said in frustration, "this thing is fucking huge." She seemed put out, genuinely.
"Sorry?" I offered, worried she'd grow tired of the effort.
"No! No I mean, it's just...where were you hiding this?" Not waiting for an answer, she reapplied herself with a measured dedication, relying on her pillowy lips to to worship at no more than she was prepared to handle. It did feel really, really good.
"Ahh!" she growled, "this...thing!" She waved it in the air in front of her proudly, evidently glad she had managed to find something workable to do with it. I laughed at the display; it was unreasonably cute.
She let go, falling backward onto the carpet and lifting her hips to tug her panties off, flinging them away from herself and stretching her arms above her head luxuriously.
"You can lick me now," she said matter-of-factly.
Kicking my pants off the rest of the way, and ditching the shirt to join in on her nudity, I crawled to the ground with her, urging her to scoot more into the middle of the large room so my legs wouldn't get stuck under the futon. She giggled, cupping at her boobs while I took my place and began to work on her with my tongue. Giddy little "Oh!"s and "Ah!"s escaped her as I dove into her, taking pride in the deepening tones of her little outbursts as she settled into a comfortable enjoyment. She was smooth to my tongue's touch, Escort Güzeloba (https://guzeloba.t2bro.net/) save the cute little strip of carefully curated hair that tufted her mound, and the sight of her long body laid out in front of me what simply picturesque. She ground herself upward hard against my tongue and chin, and the prominent little button of her clit made for an easy target; it took only minutes of carefully paced and placed licking and sucking to bring her to a trembling peak right there on her bedroom floor.
"Oh god," she laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth for fear of being heard by her sleeping family upstairs, "that was really good. Have you done that before?"
I had.
"Well you're gonna have to do that again soon; I really liked it." Her laughter subsided while I wasted time by kissing her thighs softly. She craned her neck to look down at me curiously. "Well," she said, "are you going to fuck me now?"
I was happy to.
The sheer pleasure of eating her and making her feel so good had produced a deep seated need for her in me, and I was more than eager to crawl up toward her. On my knees, spread wide under her arched legs, I sat upright in front of her, pressing the flared head of my cock against her. I asked if she was ready, applying a modest pressure against her.
"Go slow, please," she implored, "you're still really fucking big."
I pushed into her, barely, and she stuck out a warding hand with a gasp.
"It's okay," she assured me, "just...slow."
I went slow. So slow.
By degrees at a time, I slid into her, ever cautious not to hurt her in any way. Deep breaths and a stern look as she watched herself devour me helped to steel her nerve; eventually she allowed herself to relax enough to accept the length of me deep inside of her, where her nervous laughter produced a tense squeeze that felt just incredible.
"Ahhh," she giggled, "okay."
I asked if it was really okay. She nodded her head, staring into the ceiling.
"It's okay," she insisted.
So I withdrew. And slid back in. Agonizingly slowly, and with a cautious optimism, we labored with each other to find a pace that worked for her; in time, my cock became slick with a thin white sheen that made things easier, not to mention slipperier, and she started to emit another round of happy little sounds as I wrapped my hands around her waist.
There would be no hard and fast fuck for us tonight; she grew tired of the distance between us and held out her arms, imploring me to lay against her in a close embrace. The angle meant short strokes in and out of her, and I took care not to bump more deeply than she could comfortably handle. She kissed at me tenderly, as a lover, and muttered sweet little nonsense into my ear, announcing her satisfaction in time with insistent hugs and trembling legs twice in the following five minutes.
Eventually, she urged me to give her what was hers. I'd known her only a few weeks, and should have been more cautious, but my young ears heard only what it wanted from her; I had something that she wanted, and there would be no denying her. Asking again if that's what she wanted, I waited to hear her urgent "fucking give me!" before doing just that; I filled her desperately, fighting against the urge in my hips to push myself as deeply as I possibly could while she drank me up happily.
It felt like long ages that we laid there together, holding each other tightly while the heady rush of orgasm simmered down in both of us. I slipped out of her wetly, aware of a burning in my knees; the carpet had ground the skin raw. Likewise, a small patch of angry red on her tailbone demanded a healing kiss.
We giggled.
We helped each other dress.
She asked me to be her boyfriend.
I said yes.
We kissed goodnight.
I snuck out the back door, and off into the night.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I got into my car.
"Well, boyfriend of mine. You really must tell me where you were hiding that thing. xo"