Here's where we first realized what we were to each other.
My senior year was good and bad. I was a senior, but the most important person in my whole world was going to college. Even though she was still in town, I couldn’t see her as much as I wanted to, and from her reaction when we finally did get together, she was feeling the same sense of deprivation. I’d lend a hand with her homework of an evening or help her with her research projects, but man, it was tough. She’d be home on the weekends, and we took advantage of every opportunity to go out to dinner, see a movie, or just spend a quiet evening at her parents or mine (preferably the ones who weren’t home). One such evening at her house, after we’d “gotten rid” of her parents and she closed the front door after them, then turned around and said, “Stand up.”
She walked slowly toward me, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted slightly. I could just make out the tip of her tongue moving slowly across the inside of her lips as she moved closer and closer. As she came within arm’s reach, I started to speak. “Baby, I …” but she stopped me by putting the fingers of one hand up to my lips. “Shut up.” Bringing the one hand down and the other up, she rubbed them over my shoulders and down my arms. She hissed softly as she reached my hands, holding them lightly. Turning her face up toward mine, I thought she meant for me to kiss her, but as I started to lean down, she stopped me again. “No. Don’t do anything.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly across mine. I could feel her breath in my open mouth and the heat from her skin on mine. She bit my chin softly, then again, almost too hard. “Hey.” “Sh. Be quiet.”
She continued nipping at my skin, under my chin and down my neck. I felt her hands start to undo the buttons of my shirt, pausing to rub my chest between each button she opened. Soon they were all undone and she pulled the shirttail out from my pants and ran the palms of her hands up my chest and onto my shoulders. She kissed me again, pushing my shirt over my shoulders and I shook it a little to drop it off my arms to the floor. Moving still closer, she began kissing and licking my chest, moving from nipple to nipple, then further down to my stomach. Her hands moved to my belt, unfastening it, then undoing the button of my jeans. Looking up at me, her mouth slightly open, she kissed where my pants were open at the waist and started slowly pulling my zipper down and working her tongue inside the elastic of my shorts. My pants began to slide off my hips along with my shorts as she worked them past my now iron-hard cock. As soon as it was clear, it stood straight out, right in her face. She looked at it for a moment, then her tongue came out and lightly licked at the tip, running circles around the head. “Mmmm,” she purred, “I love your cock.” It disappeared inside her mouth, then she slowly withdrew, licking the tip again. “I love your cock in my mouth.” “Baby I love the way you suck on it.” “Oooo,” she said, “who told you you could talk yet?” She stood up as I kicked my pants off my ankles. “You don’t talk until I tell you you can talk. Just shut up and enjoy my body.” Oh, man. It was beyond me how she could make me feel so much a man and as weak as a kitten, all at the same time.
She backed a couple steps away from me and started undoing the buttons of her blouse. After the first two were open, she slid her hands inside and lightly rubbed the tops of her perfect tits over her bra. Undoing the last two buttons, she gave me a sexy smile and slid her hands over her bra and up to her shoulders, pushing her blouse over and off her shoulders. As it fell to the floor, she brought the straps of her bra down and reached one hand behind her to unhook it while the other hand held it to cover her breasts. She sidled slowly up to me, still holding the bra to cover herself. “You want what’s in here, don’t you, baby?” I made the mistake of opening my mouth again, and she quickly put a finger over it to stop me from speaking. “Sh. Not yet.” I was going crazy with her teasing!
“Close your eyes, lean over a little and stick your tongue out,” she said. I did as “my lady bade me.” I heard her bra hit the floor and felt her move closer, then felt a nipple on my tongue. I started to play with it with my tongue, but I was commanded to hold still. “You don’t do anything unless I tell you.” Man, I was getting so hot I was considering rape. But hold still I did, and she began to move her nipple around on my tongue, holding her tit to first drag it slowly back and forth, then hitting my tongue with it. She pushed it hard into my tongue, forcing it back. I relaxed it a little, allowing it to slip to the underside of her breast as she forced the nipple into my mouth. “Suck it,” she whispered, and I pulled it into my mouth, flicking the nipple with my tongue and biting it gently. “Harder.” I was only too willing to comply.
Her hand slipped down and wrapped around my dick, stroking it slowly from the tip to the base, changing her grip now and then and driving me absolutely crazy. I still hadn’t been allowed to use my hands on her, but now she whispered in my ear, “Play with my ass.” I reached around her slim waist and took one cheek in each hand, squeezing and pulling on her tight little butt. Her breathing was becoming rougher as her arousal grew. “My pussy … hold my pussy.” One hand came around and I cupped her mound, rubbing her slit with my fingers. She was already so wet one finger slid right up inside without any pressure at all. She inhaled sharply as I entered her and began stroking in and out. I pushed another finger in and her arms wrapped around my neck and I felt her legs tremble. “Oh, honey, oh, ahhh, ahhh, take me, love me.”
I picked her up and carried her to her bed, laying her gently down. I ran my hands up and down her body while I gazed with complete adoration at the woman I loved. She was writhing under my hands, running hers up and down my arms. I leaned down and kissed her soft, full lips, then moved down her body. Her neck, her chest, her breasts all received individual, loving attention. As I went across her stomach, I felt it tremble as I stuck my tongue briefly in her navel and moved my hand to rub lightly and then enter her pussy again with my fingers. I licked and sucked her skin with my tongue on my way down to her hot pussy. “Nnnnnnnn,” she moaned, putting her hands on my head and started thrusting her hips into my hand. “Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, I love you, I love you,” she whispered. I breathed lightly on her pussy and she trembled again as I entered her with my tongue, forcing it in as far as I could get it. I played her clit with my tongue and reached with my finger to find the rough spot inside her. As I pressed and rubbed, her hips bucked as her hands pulled my head into her pussy. She was mewling and squealing, the notes getting higher and higher as she rushed to her climax. She suddenly froze and “Ah, ah, AAA!” as she came, flooding me as she did. I licked and sucked as fast as I could, determined to get every drop of this beautiful, loving woman’s gift to me. She relaxed slowly, releasing my head and I moved up beside her, kissing and licking as I did on the way down. As I got to her neck, she rolled over and sat on top of me. She looked in my eyes for a long moment, then leaned down and kissed me long and soft. I felt her ass lift up and her hand held my cock as she lowered herself down until I was fully into her tight pussy. We rubbed ourselves gently together, then she raised up and then slowly down. We got into the rhythm of our bodies moving together and just enjoyed the closeness that only lovemaking can bring. She rose up and leaned back, still moving up and down. The pressure on her g-spot began telling on her as she began to move faster and faster. The pressure on my cock was just as great and, as we moved in opposite directions and as yet as one, we hit a mind-blowing orgasm together.
We lay together, our bodies wrapped up in a tangle, just holding each other, whispering and giggling like two kids. I kissed her and looked in her eyes, full of the thought that I never wanted to be anywhere this woman wasn’t. “Something’s changed, baby. You mean more to me than anything I know. I can’t imagine being without you.” “I know,” she whispered, “I love you so much. I want to be with you forever.” I held her to me again, tight as I could without driving the breath out of her. I decided right then that I was going to do something about it.