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Deception, Love, and Innocence
by S.R. (sr_author@hotmail.com)
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The story of a young, rich, dashing high-school
sophomore who rekindles his friendship with the girl of
his dreams after his mother's tragic death. As he pines
away for her in secret, little does he know she shares
the same feelings for him. Though she tries to get him
to make a move through flirty and outright slutty
behaviors, it takes him stumbling upon evidence of her
own desires for him for the two to finally hook up. A
story about teen lust, love, innocence, deception,
tragedy, and that results is what follows. It is,
according to my editor "one of the best pieces of
erotic fiction on the web." (MF-teens, rom, voy, 1st,
oral)
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Deception, Love, and Innocence - Part 1: By S.R.
(m/f, teen, 1st, love)
-----------------INTRODUCTION------------------------
First off, let me tell you that I tend to tease a lot
in my stories. By this I mean that, you won't get any
actual full-on sex until part 3. What you will get is a
good, thought out story, with an actual plot, and a lot
of erotic stuff, leading up to the eventual full-on
sex. So I advise you to take your time with this story.
It's not a quick fix. Second, this story is inspired by
two separate woman of my past.
The first, a friend, my best friend, whom I loved for
quite a long time in secret. I waited far too long
(about two or three years too long) to tell her my
feelings. Had I acted those two or three years sooner,
all would have been different. No sense in crying over
it now though. The second is the physical
representation of Jess. The attitude. The slutty
persona. She was just as I describe: a goddess, who
flirted far too much, and wore far too sexy clothing.
I can't say I cared for her as I cared for the first
girl, but I can tell you she was the best lover of my
life. No one else has yet to live up to her. Also, I
welcome and seek out comments and discussions of my
work from its readers. Please feel free and encouraged
to contact me at sr_author@hotmail.com for any reason
related to my works. Praise, criticism, questions or
comments, requests, whatever.
--------------------PART 1--------------------------
I was in my second, or sophomore year of high school
when my life began to change, rapidly. First off, my
mother died the July before. It wasn't sudden, as she'd
had cancer for years and lived well beyond her life
expectancy, never the less, it took its toll. So, of
course the kids at my school laid off and where nicer
too me. I was never picked on, but I wasn't in the 'in
crowd'. I was in that large, middle, gray area. This
year, though, things took a 180. Suddenly, all the cool
kids talked too me. Now, I wouldn't have cared about
that with the loss of my mother, except for that one,
specific girl who made the whole situation better.
Her name was Jessica. She went by Jess though. We'd
been friends since the first grade but only
acquaintances in the seventh grade. In the 8th grade,
though, we grew very far apart, as we had no classes
together. Ninth grade was pretty much the same as
eighth, only a different building. So, when suddenly
Jess started to make the time for me, and pay attention
too me, I actually took notice. She'd gotten extremely
hot over the past few years, and I can tell you I'd
spanked the monkey to the thought of her more than a
few dozen times over the past years. So now that this
blond-bombshell with C-cup tits was paying ME some
attention. Well, needless to say there was a lack of
toilet paper in the house for the next few weeks, if
you get my drift.
She was the epitome of the word HOT. A fox, with
naturally bleach-blond hair cut at the shoulder,
sapphire blue eyes, C-cup tits that where the absolute
perfect size -- not too large, and not too small -- and
an ass like a goddess. The tightest thing I've ever
seen, anywhere. She was also a bit promiscuous, and her
clothes proved it. Tight pants, thong panties (which
where obvious whenever she'd crouch down to get a
book), tight shirts, and on occasion, no bra at all.
She gave me half a stiffy every time I saw her.
As midterms began to approach, the school district
surprised us with a four-day weekend, most likely do to
the extended contract talks between the teachers and
school board. They'd do anything to avoid a strike
after what had happened 6 years ago when they'd been
out of school a month. So it was that Thursday that
Jess approached me at my locker. She had her backpack
slung over her shoulder, and her hands in his back
pockets. Her shirt wasn't quite long enough, and her
belly button was in view, as well as her breasts stuck
out a bit due to her stance.
"Hey Cowboy," she said with a sweat little smile. Ever
since the first grade, when I'd worn a Cowboy costume
the entire month of October. It was a cute little
nickname she'd given me, that though others had picked
up on it over the years, no one used it consistently
except her. She was also the only one I enjoyed hearing
it from. The way she said it alone was so soothing,
sweat, and sultry. "Whatcha doin?" she asked,
playfully, biting her lower lip.
"Uh, just.. grabbing my lab book." I muttered, always
nervous around her.
"Well hurry up, slowpoke, or we'll be late," she said
adorably. I had to fight the urge to simply kiss her.
Physical attraction aside, I knew in my heart and head,
I was falling for her, hard. She was simply the best,
sweetest, nicest, most beautiful person I knew. It
sometimes felt as if I was being punched in the gut,
only it was enjoyable, to be around her. I guess that's
what love feels like - an enjoyable punch in the gut.
Pulling the book out, I shut my locker and turned the
combination so it was locked. Without another second,
Jess grabbed my hand in hers as the first bell rung and
pulled me along. I remembered when we where kids and
she'd tried to hold my hand. Other than when we risked
crossing the street on our own those scant few times,
I'd always refuse. I never specifically said 'cooties',
but it was just the general thing kids of that age do.
As we go to the staircase, she let go as she began to
ascend up the staircase, only a few other kids now
where jogging up and down them to their classes. Jess
and I simply walked, and I always made sure to stay
behind her. A good, nearly eye-level view of her
perfect, toned, ass was a quick and fun jolly in the
morning before one of the worst classes we both had. I
had been lucky this year to have more than half my
classes with her. After watching her as we climbed the
stairs, she jogged ahead of me to the class, I followed
suit, and we hit the door only a second before the last
bell rang. She giggled, and I smiled as two of our
classmates got there right behind us and where told to
go to the office.
The class was, as usual, extremely boring. I was the
type of kid who had the ability to read something once
in a book, and know it. It was what had allowed me to
coast through years of school without taking notes, or
studying more than once. Sometimes the plan backfired
and I'd forget to read the material even once, but that
was so infrequent no one really cared. My GPA was still
one of the best in the class, without becoming a nerd.
After that we headed to lunch. For the first time since
sixth grade, we sat together along with four of her
friends, and two of mine I'd been able to bring into
the 'in crowd' along with me. We rarely spoke anymore
though, as they where too engrossed in Jess' friends,
and I couldn't blame them. They where all physically
attractive. But Jess had caught my eye, and my heart.
Lunch was usually one of my times to shine. You
remember that kid in your high school that always leant
out money? You know, the one who could either afford to
throw a dozen dollars away and be cocky about whom he
gave it too? That was me. Except, my money went to
Jess, her friends, my friends, and typically one or two
loners who'd basically leeched themselves too me. Both
Jess and my family where pretty well off, considering
her father was a corporate lawyer and her mother a real
Estate Agent, who typically found clients in her
husband's books.
My father owned a chain of fancy car dealerships;
Lexus, Jaguar, Mercedes, BMW and so on. My mother had
been an architect for most of her professional life
until her diagnosis. So, money came flowing out any
which way from Sunday, and the end result was a MAC,
and Credit cards of my own, as well as a bundle of cash
each morning. So why did Jess and her friends need to
borrow from me? It was simple, Jess' parents had always
been, and where still, totally neglectful. She had a
credit card for emergencies, and could sometimes manage
to get a few hundred bucks from one of them before they
left town on business, but it was nothing like my
house.
Aside from playing hero to everyone, which got me a
little more respect and appreciation even if it didn't
pad my wallet, it was also fun because of the
conversations. Two of Jess' friends where, for all
intents and purposes, sluts. So they'd often ramble on
about some guy they'd given head too, or fucked, or
teased, complain about how tight their bra's where, and
so forth. They'd sometimes drag Jess into the
conversation with some remark about her thong panties
or something, but not too often. It was simply a fun
time to be a guy, and a teenager.
Having just turned 16 in May, my father being the car
dealer had, of course, given me a car. Now, some saw
this as spoiled, but if they'd been offered a free car,
how many would have refused it? Anywho, with Jess'
parents so often not home, she'd yet to even take her
test for her license, so I'd been driving her home in
my Jag convertible, and sometimes teaching her how to
drive. The first time I'd done this, she was so afraid
of crashing the damn thing she'd insisted upon sitting
on my lap, so if anything went wrong I could take over.
It had taken an incredible amount of will power and
stamina to keep myself from getting hard as her rock of
an ass passed across my lap, her hair in my face, and
her back up against my chest with my arms under and
around hers.
As we walked to the car, her arm through mine simply
out of habit, I caught some glances from people. I'd
heard there was considerable speculation about the two
of us, and whether we were an item or not. Jess and I
had never even spoken about that, and not wanting to
ruin a good thing, I avoided the topic myself. As we
pulled out of the lot, she asked if I'd help her study
at her house tomorrow morning. I agreed, and made my
way home, already anxious about the next day.
---------------------PART 2--------------------------
Friday morning couldn't come fast enough. Showering and
not bothering to shave for the fifth day in a row, I
made my way through the morning traffic to her house by
8:45. I was one of those odd people who was both a
morning, and night person. My grandfather, great-
grandfather, and great-great grandfather had been in
the Navy, and so waking up at the crack of dawn was
almost genetic. On the other hand, my mother and father
had always been night owls, so staying up late was also
common around our house. The end result was when most
kids where falling asleep after only 5 hours rest the
night before, I could manage just fine. Having had an
actual full 7 hours, I was energized to get going.
Pulling up, I was surprised to see her mother's Land
Rover in the driveway. Leaving the Jag near the front
door (the driveway was fairly mammoth), I darted
towards it and rang the bell. After the second time,
her mother arrived and opened it. She was on her cell-
phone, papers in hand, and obviously getting ready to
go out. She mouthed a 'Hello' to me, and after a few
minutes on the phone, finally hung-up.
"Never go into business with family," she said to me as
she crossed the hallway. "They'll make you nuts!" she
shouted from the den. I glanced around, having only
recently been in Jess' house for all of a few minutes a
about two months ago, and not since. I'd spent
considerable time here as a kid, though. Coming out
from the den she walked towards me.
"I'm sorry to be in such a rush, but my idiot of a
husbands just now informed me of a fiasco with three of
our clients, something about those bastards at the
IRS," she said, "They're foreclosing on three
properties I have up for sale and have buyers
interested in, so I've got to fly out to meet him in
Aspen." she said, sighing and shaking her head as she
turned away and began to rifle through some papers.
"Jess is upstairs, probably still asleep, and I left
her some money on my nightstand, be sure to tell her,
uhh..." she started glancing around for something. "Oh,
I left the flight information and my cell number near
the phone of she needs it, all right?" she asked, as if
I was paying more than a little bit of attention.
"Oh, yeah. OK." I muttered. Within another few seconds,
she'd donned her coat and was out the door. About
thirty-seconds later, I heard the car pull away. After
a minute of standing around, I figured I'd see if Jess
was awake. The house was silent, with the exception of
a lawn mower in the yard next door. I knew her room was
at the end of the hall, and slowly made my way there.
The door was closed, but not completely. Pushing it
open, I glanced in and could only see the dresser and
floor and walls.
While not messy, the room wasn't neat. Some clothes
where sprawled on the floor and furniture, and I
quickly made out a black lace bra near the mirror.
Finally, entering the room, I saw Jess. She was spread
out on the bed, up against the far wall. Her hair was
ruffled, her arms above her head at different
positions. She had only a sheet wrapped around her leg
and a blanket up against the wall. What stunned me he
most was her attire. She was face up towards the door,
clad only in a red satin thong and green T-shirt that
was bunched up near her breasts.
Her legs where spread apart naturally as I approached
her. I'd seen her in a one-piece bathing suit in the
8th grade, but never anything like this. I could feel
my cock jump at the sight of her and felt a bit dizzy
as well. It wasn't every day you got to see an
incredibly hot girl whom you think you loved in her
panties. The room also had a slight chill too it, which
made visible through the flimsy top, her hardened
nipples. I watched as her chest rose, and fell as she
breathed deeply. I stood next to the bed for a few
moments, simply looking at her. She was breath taking.
I realized I'd never seen this side of her. It was the
naive, playful side, but the innocent, natural side of
her. The side you could only see when someone was
either unconscious, or truly innocent of anything. It
was rare, and a gift.
Knowing I couldn't stand there and enjoy the site
forever, I slowly moved my hand to her arm. It was cold
to the touch. Slowly, I nudged her trying to rouse her
from her sleep. After the second attempt she inhaled
quickly, then yawned stretching her arms as she
blinked. She then closed her eyes again for a moment
before opening them and looking up at me. She smiled
that perfect smile of her.
"Hey Cowboy," she said in greeting. "What time is it?"
she asked, curiously. I glanced to the alarm clock
above her head. "9:15," I replied, looking back too
her, making sure to keep my eyes glued to her face and
nothing else. She must have been aware of her state of
near-undress, but seemed not to mind. She jumped in the
bed and slid over again the wall, and patted the part
of the bed she'd been on. "Its way too early, come on,
lay down." she said, closing her eyes again. What else
could I do? Slowly, I sat and then put my legs up,
lying rather stiffly there on the bed. She then tugged
and pulled at the cover behind her until it was
covering part of her. Then she snuggled up against me,
and covered herself and me in part with the blanket,
making a shivering sound.
"Aren't you cold?" she asked as she draped her arm
across my chest. In all honesty, I was rather warm.
Aside from already being warm from my sweater and
jeans, the prospect of being so intimately close to her
was making my blood begin to boil. "Not really." I
managed to say.
"Well I am." She said, now draping a leg over my own,
her foot rubbing slowly back and forth against my right
shin. My hands where at my side, and I could feel her
loose breasts pressed against my upper arm, and the
slightest hint of satin on one of my knuckles. My hand
was literally inches, if not centimeters, from her
pussy. The simple thought of that made my heart beat
faster and faster. I actually started to breathe faster
as well.
"Why didn't my mom wake me up like I asked?" she asked.
"Oh, she left, she said something about having to go to
Aspen cause of some business thing with your dad." I
said, not really paying attention to even my own
speech. It felt as if I was only half there.
"That is so like her." she said, her head in part on my
shoulder, so close to mine. Jess had always been
affectionate, and not by any means shy, but I never in
my wildest dreams thought she'd be hugging and rubbing
up against me, half-naked, in bed. OK, maybe my wildest
dreams where wilder than that, but I never thought in
reality it would ever happen.
After about another minute, although it felt like an
hour as I was keenly aware of every second passing by,
Jess sighed.
"Oh well. I better get my shower." she said, pulling
the covers back. I began to move, but was halted by her
words. "That's OK, I'll just climb over you," she said.
Before I had a chance to move, she'd moved into a kneel
on the bed, and moved her one leg over my body. Her
legs where now spread, clad only in the panties, over
me. My heart seemed to skip a beat. Within another
second she was over, and moving away from the bed. I
turned my head to watch her tight, firm ass move. She
was wearing thong panties after all. Personally, I
never could wear anything like that. I mean, most
people hated 'wedgies', yet thongs in effect where just
one, constant one and it didn't seem to matter.
She roamed her room as if I wasn't there, bending over
at one point to grab a stick of deodorant she'd dropped
on the floor. As she did so, she stretched out her
right leg into the air to balance herself. Her legs
where spread wider than ever before now. I suddenly
realized I wasn't breathing. With her hairbrush, and
deodorant in hand she exited the room for a moment.
Then promptly return with a white, terry cloth towel
and made her way to the doorway next to the closet; her
bathroom. She closed the door, but again not all the
way. I was still petrified with raging hormones and
couldn't think.
We'd been so close for so many years, she had to see my
like a brother, right? Certainly, she could have any
guy in school, would she even want me? My mind ran
amuck without me for the next few minutes or so as the
water in the shower ran continuously. Obviously, it was
still heating up. While not frigid outside, it was a
chilly 50 something degrees, and on those days it could
take awhile.
Slowly, I sat up in her bed, my jeans feeling unusually
tight in the crotch. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried
to calm myself and my raging hard-on. Figuring it would
be best to walk it off, I stood and began to slowly
walk around the room. When I came to the cracked door
to the bathroom, I stopped. 'Should I look?' I asked
myself, always wanting to see this beautiful, sweat
girl naked. I knew the answer. Despite my personal wish
to have the first girl I saw naked (in person) be one I
was about to have sex with, I slowly put my eye to the
door.
My heart skipped a beat, as my pulse quickened faster,
and faster. My breathing was now almost panting as I
looked upon this awesome goddess. She sat on the edge
of the tub, her back too me, completely nude. Her hand
was gingerly waving back and forth under the shower
faucet as steam rose into the air making a fine mist
about her. After about ten seconds of this, she stood
up and walked across the room to the vanity. I could
know see her breasts from the side. They where
perfectly shaped, round orbs that molded into her body.
I could not, however, see below her waist. The angle at
which she stood and at which the door was opened
prevented anything but a partial back, side view.
She picked up a razor there, and turned away from the
door for a moment before walking back to the shower.
Unfortunately, I still didn't get a peek at her 'garden
of Eden'. She then pulled back the shower curtain
fully, stepped in, and drew it back. Stepping back, I
fought my self to breath and not jizz as I stood there.
Looking around the room, I found myself overwhelmed.
The past 15-20 minutes had been remarkable. They
rivaled any make out sessions I'd had with girls over
the past few years, any issue of Playboy I'd ever seen,
every stolen glance at a girl in my school -- combined.
--------------------PART 3--------------------------
I desperately wanted her, more now than ever. I
couldn't think about anything but her as I walked
slowly back to the bed and fell back onto it, my legs
hanging over the side. My clothes felt tight and
restricting. My body was hot, and beads of sweat were
forming on my forehead as I smiled at my luck. Some
might see it as an insult that someone so attractive
would flaunt herself in front of you, as if you weren't
a sexual being, but I knew Jess well enough to know she
was just comfortable. When she was comfortable with
them, it was if she had very few inhibitions or
secrets. So I knew it was a combination of luck and
that comfort.
Glancing to the side, I found her pillow. I grabbed it
and held it over my face, inhaling deeply. It smelled
of her perfume and shampoo. It felt as If I where
holding her so close, and smelling her hair instead of
just the pillow. I remained like that for a period of
time, I wasn't quite sure of how long. When the shower
water stopped, I quickly tossed the pillow back to the
bed and sat up. By now my raging hard-on had dropped
off and was thankfully going limp. When I heard the
shower curtain pulled back, I moved to Jess' desk, and
opened her Lab book. Next to the lab book was a
notebook. At first glance, it seemed like a simple
notebook, but as I glanced at it the second time, I saw
my name there.
Picking it up, I stared at the page. All over it where
different types of scribbling. All with my name.
Different combinations, such as what her married name
would be if she was married to me, my name inside of
hearts along side hers. It was a virtual confession of
love! Right there, in front of me! The girl of my
dreams, the one I'd been secretly in love with, was in
love with me! Suddenly, everything started to make
sense. Why she'd grown distant in the 7th grade,
stopped talking to me in the 8th grade, why she'd had
her schedule changed in early freshmen year to not be
in classes with me. She was in love with me, and unsure
how to handle it!
Relief washed over my like an ocean tide. A smile
formed over my face and I couldn't help but feel as if
the entire world was in existence simply for my
benefit. It was an arrogant thought, but one that I
felt I deserved. As I was snapped back to reality by
the creak of the bathroom door open, I put the notebook
down and slid it under the textbook to make it seem as
if I'd never seen it. I had to decide how to proceed.
Would she be angry and hate me for reading her things?
Embarrassed? Happy? Or was I missing the big picture?
As I watched her saunter from the other room, a towel
wrapped around herself and her we hair in disarray, I
began to wonder if the past few months had all been
leading up to today. If the attire in which Jess slept
in, the manner she was positioned when I entered, her
hugging me, her leaving the door open, the note book
out, and all the other cute, comfortable, sexually
oriented things she did. Was it all part of some master
plan to try to get through my thick skull, and nervous
persona?
I took a deep breath as Jess wandered around behind me,
going from drawer to drawer, obviously gathering
clothing. I began to wonder how far she would take
this, if in fact I was correct in my assumption it was
all a show for me, when she spoke to me.
"Hey, Cowboy, could you gimme a minute or two?" She
asked, gently, standing by the bed which had a few
items of clothing on it. I turned in the desk chair and
thought of how to respond. After a moment, I had made
my choice.
"Actually," I said as I stood up and summed up a large
amount of courage. "I was wondering if we could talk a
minute." I said, not wanting to put this off, knowing
my momentary ability to speak to her in full sentences
would soon fade. I took a few steps toward her, my
hands rubbing back and forth against each other like
you do when your cold, only slower, as I glanced at the
carpet. Drops of water where visible where she'd
walked. I was now keenly aware that she was nude, and
wet, once again.
"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned, taking a step
forward to meet me.
"I... uhh..." I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. My
heart felt as if it was going to explode. My knees
where weak, my palms sweaty, and my throat dry. I'd
never said anything as difficult in my life. So, after
years of knowing it, but never admitting it to anyone,
I just said it. I said those three magic words.
"I love you," we both said in unison. We then both
blinked, and starred at each other for only the
briefest of moments before smiling an ear-to-ear grin,
and embracing one another. It was like something out of
a movie, or book. It was perfect as my hands ran across
the damp towel and her back. I felt tears begin to well
in my eyes and sting at them, as I fought them back.
After a minute, we both stepped back from the embrace
slightly. I knew what needed to be done, what I wanted
to do, what she wanted to do. I gingerly put my hands
on her cheeks, caressing them for a moment. I then
moved my head in slowly, closing my eyes as I did. We
kissed. For the first few seconds, it was a simple peck
on the lips. Then our tongues met, and it became so
much more. It was an intimate moment. One we would both
remember even into our old age.
I felt her hands on by sides, right below my hips, as
we continued to lock-lips. It was gentle, and slow. Not
the furious, rushing of a normal teenage relationship.
It was special. After a minute or two, we released and
we hugged once again, as I kissed slowly and softly
from her ear, down to her neck and onto her shoulder. I
wasn't sure how far to keep going until she whispered
into my right ear.
"Make love too me," she said, softly as she took my
hands in hers. I responded by guiding my lips back up
her neck to her ear, all the while leaving a trail of
slow, soft, kisses along the way. She then stepped
beck, and released my hands and drew her own to the top
of the towel. She swiftly, but gently, pulled the
segment of the towel holding it in one piece out and
away, and let the piece of terry-cloth fall away to the
floor. I looked upon her glistening, wet, sensual form,
and allowed myself a quiet moan of pleasure at the
sight before me.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever, or will
ever see, in my entire life." I said to her as she
stood there before me. To my utter delight, I found her
clean-shaven in that region as well. I was surprised at
how controlled I was. I had always thought I would be
wild, furious, and ravaging. My hormones alone should
have taken control of me. But somehow, I remained cool.
Confident. Calm. It was a rare moment in my shallow sex
life. I'd never gone beyond 'second base'. That is,
local second base, which is hands under the shirt.
Slowly, I stepped towards her and pressed her body
close to mine, feeling the drops of moisture from the
shower invade my own clothing. I ran my hands from her
face, down along her neck, over her shoulders, and then
down her back, and onto her ass. I grabbed each cheek
with my hands, and pulled upward. Jess seemed to know
what I was thinking and jumped up, wrapping her legs
around my waist, her breasts now closer to my eyes. I
looked up, though, at her face. Into her eyes. I saw
love there, as well as lust. Moreover, I saw my future,
and knew it included her.
Gently, I moved to the bed where I kneeled on it,
kissing her once again. Then, I released my grasp on
her while she held on tight as I set her back upon the
bed. She untangled her legs and left them on either
side of my own, her feet occasionally finding mine and
rubbing them, as I continued to kneel over her, kissing
her, and caressing the soft, supple skin of her arms up
and down. I could feel the goose bumps emerge at the
tender, almost ticklish touch. Our kiss was broken as
she began to laugh, and I joined in. I then bent
upwards so I was now looming over her, and pulled my
shirt up over my head. Unlike normal, I didn't bother
to fix my hair after tossing the sweater aside.
As I bent down to kiss her again, I felt her cool hands
run across my chest. It was a slow, rhythmic motion,
with little pattern, but it felt good. We continued to
kiss, and as my knees began to weaken, I lowered my
still clothes lower half against he flesh. My cock was
hard once again and was tenting my jeans, and I could
feel her grinding against me. After a few more minutes
of kissing, I broke from our embrace of limbs and lips,
and stepped off the bed. Jess lay there, watching, as I
removed my belt, and unzipped the fly of my jeans. I
then pulled them down, leaving only my boxers. As I
moved my hand to the waistband, she stopped me.
"No, wait... let me." She said, as she stood up and
moved to me. There, she kissed me once more. She then
kissed down along my neck, along my chest, my stomach,
and then kneeled before me and drew down the shorts as
my raging hard-on sprang out. It was a good size,; 7.5
inches long, and circumcised. She kissed around it in a
circle, and then touched it gently with her nimble
fingers. Her touch made my hotter than ever. This was
the most intimate thing I had ever experienced in my
life. I groaned with pleasure as I closed my eyes and
cocked my head back.
I then felt the warm, wet feeling of her tongue on my
member, as she licked gently at the head in a clock-
wise motion. She then continued in a counter clockwise
motion. I was in bliss, unable to speak. She then took
the head within her mouth, sucking on it, but not too
strong. I felt her hands cup my balls, and fondle them
ever so gently to my gratitude. I then felt her slowly
start moving in, and out, back and forth along my rod,
a light amount of suction being applied. It felt like
being jacked off times ten. After a few minutes of
this, I could feel I was about to cum, and she slowed.
She then drew out to the tip and bit down gently just
beyond the rim of the head, and licked the head
furiously. Another second and I would have exploded,
but she stopped and stood up.
We kissed again, and I could taste the salty taste of
semen on her lips and tongue. It didn't matter, though.
I then whispered to her, "Your turn." I said, as I
guided her to the bed. I placed her down on her back,
leaving her legs hanging over the edge. Kneeling down,
I gently took her foot and began to massage it,
tenderly. I worked my way up her calves, to her knees,
and stopped and began on her left foot. When I reached
her knee this time, though, I use one hand on each legs
and worked my way slowly upwards, along the outside of
her thighs, down the back along her firm ass and the
back of her thigh's, and then finally up the inside of
her thighs.
I stopped, resting my hands on her slit. I could feel
the early trickles of wetness on my palms, as I slowly
began to caress her tender lips with my hands. After a
few, smooth, gentle strokes with my palms, I cut back
to my fingers and began to trace around her opening,
slowly in ovals, moving closer, and closer, and closer
with each, delicate, stroke.
She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, and her
head back. Her right hand way fondling one of her own
breasts as I used three fingers from each hand to part
the delicate flesh. I then moved my head down slowly,
and drew my tongue over her once, slowly,
painstakingly, as she gasped with pleasure as I found
the sweet nub that was the center of pleasure for her.
Being sure not to pay attention to just one area, I
planted soft kisses along her entire pelvic area. I
then traced a heart with my finger around her sweet
pussy, and began to kiss the supple flesh of her inner
thighs, as I continued to run my hands across her body.
Up the sides of her thighs, down the back, massaging
her ass and then up again across her now increasingly
wet spot. I moved in once again, kissing and gently
licking the area, up and down with slow, even strokes.
I took my time there, and when I noticed her arching
her back, I began to move upward upon her body once
again. It wasn't a sudden stop, but as she had done
with me, it prevented a full-out orgasm for the time
being. I think we both knew we wanted to climax
together.
I kissed my way slowly up her stomach until my face was
between her breasts. I ran my hands up from her sides,
sending a shiver throughout her body. I molded my hands
to her firm, supple breasts, as I tenderly kissed
around them. The room was still quite cold, and I cold
notice the hint of sgoose bumps across her flesh, but
our own body heat combined with our desire and lust
seemed to heat the room up enough.
I gingerly ran my hands across her nipples, sending
waves of pleasure throughout her. I then used my middle
fingers on each of her nipples and formed fast moving,
gentle circles around her nipples. Feeling her tense,
and hearing her groan, I smiled as I moved up farther,
kissing up along her collarbone and her neck. Her chin,
and then once against her lips.
As I kissed her on the cheek and gently bit her ear
lobe, I felt her hands draw across my back and onto my
ass. She then moved to my ear.
"Fuck me." She said. "Please, fuck me," she said, as if
she had to actually beg for me to do so. Kissing my way
back, I bent upward, still kneeling on the bed. Her
legs where spread wide as I guided my steel-hard cock
to the gates of heaven. She moaned as the tip of my
member first touched her pussy. I then slowly guided
myself inward, as if parking a car into a tight, slow,
dark, wet parking space. Once I was inside of her, I
leaned downward and kissed her breasts again as I
slowly drew outward, being sure not to withdrawal
totally.
She then put her arms around my neck, and hers legs
around my waist. As I kissed her lips once again, I
stood up, grabbing onto her ass to support her.
Stumbling, I fell back against the wall as she began to
buck her hips wildly. I moved with her motions as well,
as I turned around, putting her back to the wall. We
pounded each other, hard, slamming against the wall
with each quick thrust. We both groaned, and moaned, as
we pleasured one another.
"Auuhh! Auuuuuuhhhhhh! Oh, yeah!" she panted, as I
continued to fuck her, relentless. I could feel my lips
curl as a low, primal growl escaped my lips. He then
began to grunt with every thrust, like an animal. It
was so wild, so barbaric, and so enjoyable. I didn't
even need to concentrate on the motions, we where so
fluid together. She began to scream, and soon so did I.
After a few minutes of this, I felt the pressure
return. Without warning, I released my load, letting it
flow into her. I struggled to stay standing, to
continue fucking as the explosion of pleasure ripped
across my body.
Falling back, I hit the bed as Jess continued to ride
me. She was now the 'cowboy', and I her 'fucking
bronco'. After another few seconds, I felt her slow and
arch her back, screaming in segments as she did as she
climaxed as well.
After a few seconds, she collapsed on top of me, our
sweaty but cold flesh meeting. I felt her damp hair
cascade across my face, and brushed it away. We where
both unable to breath, unable to speak, and simply
content as we where. After a minute or two she climbed
off of me and fell down next too me. We both stared up
at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity.
After a little while, as we snuggled together, our
naked bodies pressed together once again, though this
time in love only, and no longer lust, I noted as Jess
began to breath heavily again, as she had when I had
first awoken her. As she slept, using my bare chest as
a pillow, I pulled a cover over us, and shut my eyes as
well, falling into the deepest, best, most well-earned
and well-deserved sleep of my entire life.
The End??
S.R.
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