1 comments/ 22903 views/ 0 favorites Ladies First By: misswit Two simple words flashed across your phone's screen telling you that a visit was imperative. "Bad day" That's all that was necessary for you to know I needed you. So, without a second thought or a reply to my text, you drove the familiar path to my front door and waited for me to arrive home. As my car rolled to a stop beside yours, you hopped out, locked your door, and prepared yourself to hear me rant about a jerk boss, an unfair new policy, or the fears of having to find a new job. But, when you opened my door, offered your hand to me, and sliding my fingers into yours, I got out without speaking, you knew you had the situation under complete control. After taking my keys, unlocking the door, and leading me into the house, you gently push my shoulders to sit me down on the bench at the front door. You lightly kiss my forehead and smile as you take my work bag and my purse from my hands. I just sit there, watching you move around me in slow, deliberate motions, and I still say nothing. Then, without any warning, you get on your knees in front of me, move my legs so that your hips fit inside mine, and you slide up so that you are face to face with me. We are so close to each other but are barely touching; you move your arms to rest on my legs and your hands are around the small of my back so that I feel like you are securely holding me. In one seemingly natural movement, I take both feet out of my shoes, wrap my legs around yours, and pull you even closer to me. While my hands gently encompass the back of your head fingers slightly clutching your hair, through my lips escapes a weak, "Thank you" before they meet yours. It's a simple, sweet kiss, but its heat releases hours of tension, and you feel my body slightly relax into your arms. With a few more kisses from you down my cheek, onto my neck, and across the top of my chest, you get to your feet and pull me up from my seat. Your arms tightly hold me close to you, I bury my head in your chest, and you whisper to me, "I have you, baby. Okay? We don't even have to talk about it." I look up to you and nod my head as a single hot tear rolls down my check. You smile, wipe it away with your thumb, and kiss me with the most sensual kiss I have ever had. It is soft and tender yet powerful and sexy. Your tongue dances with mine and you pull me closer and closer to you the deeper you move into my mouth. It's the type of kiss I can feel from the tingles that start at the top of my head and fall all the way to the bottoms of my feet. My pulse races and my cheeks turn a flash of red as we pull away from each other. You wink at me, give me a sly grin, and give me a quick pat on the butt to spur me into motion. As is my usual custom when I get home, I head up the stairs to my bedroom to change clothes. You are close behind me, watching my hips twist with each new step I take, delighting at the prospect of seeing them without the veil of fabric. Once we are in my room, I walk to the dresser to determine what I will put on, and you head toward the bathroom. As I pull a pair of jeans from the bottom of the drawer, I hear the shower door open and the rush of water as the shower is turned on. With a bit of a puzzled look on my face, I appear at the bathroom door and look to see you standing there with nothing but boxers on and the steam beginning to build in the room. You seize the moment to grab me around the waist and kiss me again; this time it's hard and deep, even a bit forceful. You bite my bottom lip as your hands travel under my shirt, up my back, to my bra clasp. Your lips still firmly planted on mine, commanding that I kiss you in return. Your fingers follow to the front of my body and find the lacy cups hiding my hardening nipples. Your thumbs very lightly circle them and you quickly flick each nipple until you feel them grow and you hear sounds of delight from me. Finally, I can no longer wait to feel your mouth on my skin, so I pull back from your kiss, jerk my shirt off, and pull your head toward my bright pink areolas. With your chin, you push my bra under the curve of my breast and my nipple pops willingly into your eager mouth. You passionately engulf your prize as flicks of your tongue and your still roaming hands cause my breaths to shorten. While I unhook my bra and give a slight shake to have it drop to the floor, you unbutton my pants and peel them along with my panties off my waist, past my hips, to my knees. I gingerly step out of each side, as your tongue swirls around each breast, between them, up the side of my neck and you kiss, just gently, at my ear. I shy away with a smile and a bit of a giggle, but you know that I am powerless against you after feeling your hot breath tickle the side of my neck. I gasp for air and rise up on my tip toes as you bite at my neck and your fingers trail their way down my back all the way to my bottom. Your hands wrap around each cheek, and with a note of authority, you pull my body toward yours; I feel your hard cock press against my wet flesh. The room is engulfed in clouds of steam from the heat of the shower, and beads of sweat and condensation mix on our skin as they roll slowly down our bodies. We again exchange hot, passionate kisses; they become more frantic and animalist as I tug at the waistband of your boxer shorts still sitting on your hips. You help me remove the damp, clinging underwear from your body, and as soon as they hit the floor, you've spun me around to face away from you. You grab a handful of damp hair at the back of my head and pull just enough to hurt which automatically causes my back to arch and the fullness of my ass nestles between your hips. I realize that I am careless, intoxicated by you, and fully ready for you to take me in any way you choose. I turn my head quickly to the right and steal a glance at you before you pull my hair again and press yourself into my fleshy bottom. You could see a little spark in my eyes that tells you I like what I am feeling and I want desperately to please you. Biting my lower lip, I lay my right check onto the towel you've set out on the stand beside the shower. My left palm flattens against the wall in front of us, and my right hand reaches between my legs to slide between my pussy lips and quickly circle around my clit a few times; I am dripping wet and want you inside me so badly. You spread my ass checks apart from each other so that you can see my tight asshole. I reach behind me and slide my middle finger from the top of my bum down to my soaked snatch and making sure you are watching my every move, I slide my lubricated finger around my asshole and then dip it carefully inside, again and again. Each time, I relax just a bit more until you can no longer wait and press the throbbing head of your penis against my glistening flesh. As soon as I feel it, I push against you until you have buried all of your stiff cock into my back end. I begin to play with my clit as you grind your hips into me with every push. With each surge forward, I come closer and closer to climax. You begin to feel my body become rigid; the tension you feel causes a fast surge in your body, the need to cum and quickly. You slam into me again and again until with a guttural moan, your cock explodes inside me. In complete exhaustion, you slump onto my back but remain inside of me. You whisper to me that you want to feel me cum. My clit, hard and fully at attention, needed just a few more flicks before I slide my finger deep inside myself to feel my pussy spasm in complete delight. You feel my ass begin to grab and tighten emptying you of any last drops of your cum. My knees shake just a touch and every few seconds my body is thrilled with consequential waves of pleasure. You slide out of me, take my hand, and turn me around to face you. Gently, you place your hand under my chin as your lips meet mine. After a sensual, loving kiss, you smile at me, open the shower door, and say, "Ladies first." Ladies First Alex was everything I was not and, essentially, everything I wanted to be. I had this constant worry about what people thought of me. Ultimately, that was a stupid idea, but standing next to her, anyone would feel a little self-conscious. Alex often bragged about being one whole hour older than me. It never seemed to matter that, between the two of us, I was the mature one. She would just smile and say that I had to have something going for me, as if maturity was my only redeeming quality! We had always been like that, though- able to joke with each other, knowing we weren't really serious. Apart from all of that, it was her smile that made me fall in love with her. I had thought that it was because we were so close that I always wanted to see her smile. Then, when I caught myself staring at her breasts and imagining them pressed against my own, I knew it was something else. In "ten words or less," I had to have her, and the day that I told her turned out to be wild. It was the last day of junior year, and, so far, college had treated me as well as anyone could expect. Another cog in the wheel- "Student number FOUR ZERO THREE TWO, your next tuition bill is due in two weeks!" Thankfully, Alex and I both lived near campus and didn't need to worry about paying for housing. We went to lunch at the local café', like normal. As we started munching our cheeseburgers and fries, I knew that I couldn't take being just friends anymore. I choked down my last bite, took a swig of my Root Beer, and tried to calm my pounding heart. "Alex...?" I whispered. "Yeah?" she said, looking worried. "There's something that I need to tell you, but I just don't know where to start," I told her, keeping my eyes down the whole time. "What's wrong?" she asked, her beautiful, blue eyes open wide, looking at me. "I just... ugh... I can't tell you here. The smell of grease is starting to get to me," I chuckle nervously. "Can I come over after class and talk to you then?" She said it was no problem and offered me a ride to campus. "Sure," I said, before we paid and hopped into her Jeep. The last class of the day usually goes by so slowly, but forty-five minutes later, I found myself looking at the clock, wondering where the time went. By the time I gathered up my belongings, Alex was at the doorway sporting a sexy smirk. My heart skipped a beat, and I smiled crookedly back at her. "Hey gorgeous, ready to go?" she called, holding her hand out for me. I heard a snicker from someone behind me, and I began to blush furiously. "Yeah, let's head out," I utter, walking ahead of her. Now, the ride to her house- virtually silent, which never happens, excluding the time we fought over a yellow crayon in the first grade. She unlocks the door and walks down the stairs to her basement room. (Her parents renovated it for her when we were 13, when she wanted more privacy.) So, I follow her down the steps, set my bag by the couch, and have a seat. She disappears into her multi-colored room, and I let my head fall into my hands. I'm wondering what the hell I'm going to do, and I'm so wrapped up in my thoughts that I don't hear her walk back into the room. When she puts her hands on my shoulders, I nearly jump out of my skin. "What the hell?!" Alex says with an almost wounded look on her face. I take a closer look at her and see that she's wearing the skimpy pajama set we had bought from Victoria's Secret the summer before. The silky violet shorts barely cover her ass, and the spaghetti-strap top has slits running down her sides, beside the subtle curves of her breasts. Looking at her perfect body, standing almost naked in front of me, reminds me of why I still haven't taken the tag off of mine. I could never wear it that well. She brings me out of my daydream by saying, "Are you going to tell me what has you acting so weird, or do you want to try to jump through the roof again?" In reply, I shove my hands into my pockets and say, "I'm afraid to." She closes the distance between us, and assures me that I can tell her anything, "We're best friends, remember?" She smiles her wicked smile; she's standing so close that I can smell her sweet breath. Before I know it, our bodies are pressed together and our lips are gently touching. She opens her mouth to sigh, and my tongue darts in. My hands move to her hair to grasp the long, black tresses. I pull away to search her eyes for any sign of rejection, but she just smiles at me. "I've been waiting for you to do that," she admits. "That's why I wore this." Hungry with lust for her, I pull her mouth back to mine with one hand and place my other hand on the small of her back. Her hands are in my hair, gently pulling, making me to moan. She chuckles until I move my hand down, grabbing her ass, to pull her closer to my center. She gasps and grinds her hips into mine. Peeling herself away from me, she takes my hand and guides me to her bed. Sitting down with her standing in front of me, she yanks down her shorts to reveal a thin cotton thong that is already moist. Looking into my eyes, she places my hands on her hips and pulls her shirt off, over her head. My first instinct is to caress one of her glorious breasts and take one of her hard nipples into my mouth. Lucky for Alex, I love to give in to my instincts. A low moan escapes her throat while I pull her down to straddle my lap. With her legs open, I let my fingers sneak into her panties. She throws her head back and begs for more. I lay her down with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed and strip down to my purple boy shorts. She moans again as I lay my body on hers, kissing her while nudging her legs open with my knee. She does as I wish, and I begin to kiss my way down her body. Again, my mouth captures one of her nipples, but this time my hand moves down to her wet pussy. I slide one finger in... then two, keeping my thumb on her clit. Her hips buck and her back arches, showing me that her body craves being touched this way. I trail my tongue along her stomach until I reach the vertex of her legs. My tongue gently licks her through her panties before I slide them down with my teeth. Inhaling her sweet musk, my lips kiss her most secret place before my tongue moves in, finding her nub. I lap up her juices while pumping her with two of my fingers. My own body aches for her as she whimpers and moans. Then, like a geyser, my sweet baby comes into my mouth, and her juices flow down my chin. Sitting on my knees, her hands grab my face and pull me in for a kiss. Then she smiles at me, nibbles on my lips, and puts one hand on my underwear, the other on one of my breasts, and whispers in my ear, "My turn."