3 comments/ 18515 views/ 3 favorites Fifty Ways To Please Your Lover By: adam applebiter [Author's Note – This is a continuation of Promises, Rules And Their Breaking.] "Clothes off." I found Robbie just getting dressed when I got off work at 4PM. "Hi. How was your d- mm? Mmmm mmm?" I'd been desperate to kiss him all day. Talking could wait. "You're still dressed." I nuzzled his neck. He smelled freshly scrubbed. "So are you." His hands were tracing my spine through my uniform. He knows where to touch me and when. "I've had a hard day." I sighed theatrically, "and all you can think of is getting me naked? Is this all our relationship is about?" I wasn't very convincing. I think the fact I was undoing his shirt buttons as I protested gave Robbie the biggest clue that I was teasing. Not that he needs clues. Robbie is very perceptive...and sensitive... and considerate... and faithful... for a given value of faithful. "As I recall, your first words were 'clothes off'. Not so?" Robbie's eloquent fingers flicked open the clasp of my bra through my dress. "Because I want to inspect you for bruises, scratches, bite marks and any other damage not covered by normal wear and tear... And if I find any, those girls aren't getting their deposit back." I freed the last button on his shirt and made a start on his Levi's. "You didn't answer my question." Robbie was undoing my buttons now. We were getting better at undressing each other without getting tangled up. "How was your day?" "Not as much fun as yours. Did you have a good time with B and Kelsey?" I'd spent most of the day telling myself I didn't want to be jealous. After all, Robbie had refused to cheat on me, but I'd given him a guilt-free pass. "Wonderful!" Robbie answered enthusiastically. Well, what did I expect? I reminded myself that I'd told him he could. "Did they leave this thing loaded?" I had his semi-stiff penis cupped in my hand through the zipper of his jeans. It stirred at my touch, which was reassuring. "I don't know." He pushed my uniform off my shoulders. I had to release him to let it slip down off my arms. My bra went the same way, southwards. His hands found my breasts. He smiled to find my nipples already hard. He didn't ask, so I told him anyway. "Yes, they've been like bullets all day." He just smiled and slid a hand down the front of my panties. "God! Robbie!" I pressed myself against his bare chest, pressed my face against his neck and shoulder. "I've been so wet all day, thinking about you." I could feel a blush spreading over my face and neck. Not that he'd notice that. "I..." His fingers were rubbing gently either side of my clit, making it hard to concentrate. "I... had to go into the restroom this afternoon and..." Touch yourself?" Robbie asked. His penis pulsed in my hand as he thought about that. "Yes." I clung to him. Eight hours without being touched by him had been far too long. Especially knowing that he was touching someone else almost that whole time. "Can I tell B? She was concerned for you. It'll put her mind at rest, knowing you were horny, not upset." "No! ... Yes." "And can I tell her she can have her deposit back?" Robbie asked. He'd left off touching my pussy, pushed both hands into the back of my pants and was cupping my butt cheeks in his palms. "Let me get these jeans off you and see." I slapped his hands gently to make him let go of my ass and knelt in front of him. I unfastened the one button that was keeping him decent then helped him step out of his jeans and shorts. I was – not accidentally – at the perfect height to make a thorough examination of Robbie's penis. Everything looked to be in good working order. Then I saw... I burst out laughing. "What?" Robbie asked innocently. "A message from B." I giggled again. "A message?" Robbie sounded genuinely unaware of it. "It says 'Thanks, Ellie x x'." I stood up and slipped off my panties before wrapping Robbie's arms around me again. "Where?... How?" Robbie nuzzled my hair until he'd burrowed past my curls to nibble my earlobe. He knows I like that too. "On your cock. It looks like she used a red Sharpie. Whatever it is, it didn't wash off in the shower..." I found my ass in his hands again. "Or did she write it after?" "I didn't know she wrote anything anywhere... But I did have a nap." Robbie resolved the mystery. "Good. I'm pleased to hear that you're well rested because..." I nipped his neck with my teeth, hard enough to leave a mark. "I have work to do?" I said he was perceptive. He hoisted me off my feet without moving his hands from my butt. I hooked my legs round his hips and let him carry me to the bed. "Don't be gentle with me." Foreplay was not required. I'd had a whole day of pornographic thoughts and I was desperate for only one thing – Robbie's sweet cock inside me. Robbie took me at my word and took me without preamble, sliding into my body until our pelvises collided. He hadn't been that deep in me more than a moment when he was pulling out only to thrust back in, He wasn't fast, but his thrusts were powerful and he seemed to be aiming the head of his cock at the back of my pubic bone, pummelling my g spot with each long stroke. I moaned loudly each time he filled my pussy, feeling all the faint tingles and tremors of the gathering storm of my orgasm. Robbie didn't use his hands. He needed them to steady himself, so I reached down to touch my own clit, rubbing it frantically. Without warning, Robbie pulled right out of me, leaving me unbearably empty. He slid off the side of the bed and, reaching for my thigh, dragged me to the edge. Before I knew what was going on, he was sliding back into me, kneeling on the rug and hanging onto my hips. "Yes, Robbie.... Oh, Jesus! Yes!..." I flung my legs up and wide. He felt so deeply rooted in me. He started thrusting again, angling his cock up against that g spot, making me wail. It was painful the way he kept colliding with my cervix but it was such an exquisite pleasure/pain combination that I started to climax almost immediately. Robbie kept driving the hot head of his cock along the top of my pussy, making my back arch. I tried desperately to hold back the tide. I stopped touching my clit, hoping that Robbie would come soon, that we would come together. As I clenched my fists, grabbing handfuls of the bed linen to steady myself against his increasingly forceful movement, something burst inside me... I think it must have been the Hoover Dam. I was gushing fluid, howling with animal lust as my pussy convulsed around Robbie's cock. My last conscious thought was that he was coming inside me... * * * * * I passed out! I actually passed out! Robbie, needs a cape because that was super-human. "Ok, they can have their deposit back." I snuggled up to Robbie in a very mellow state of post-coital fugue, marvelling at his stamina after the day he's had. "About that..." Robbie sounded hesitant. "About what?" There wasn't really a deposit anyway. "About today..." still that hesitancy. "Yes?" I wondered where he was having difficulty going. "I didn't... Nothing..." "What? Whoa!" I sat up quickly. Too quickly: I felt dizzy for a moment. "You mean to say you didn't..." It wasn't easy for me to go there either "Didn't fuck them? After I..." I ran out of words. "Yes... No... Yes, I mean to say that... No, I didn't do anything with them." Robbie found his tongue first. "Robbie? Why?" "Because I didn't want to." As reasons go, it was simple, clear and irrefutable. How unfair is that? "But I-" "It's not because of you." He cut me off. "I really didn't want to." "Not because of me?" Who then? "Better say not entirely because of you. I've had a proper girlfriend for three days and I'm not even slightly bored of you yet." "Aww. You say the sweetest things." And that isn't one of them, Robbie, but go on, please. "I told you I was a virgin less than a month ago. It's been a hectic ride from there to here but here is where I want to be. I've known B a long time and I know she really cares about me. All this..." He gestured expansively at the suite. "is proof of that, but when it comes to sex, I'm just another guy she likes to fuck. Kelsey, I've only known as long as you... three days really... and I'm just another guy to her too. We... we're only just starting out but what we've got so far is what I've really wanted all along. I never fantasized about threesomes and girls who'll lick my cum out of each other's holes. All I ever wanted was someone special in my life: Someone to be there for me and who I could be there for, in my limited way." It was a long speech. He'd obviously thought about it a fair bit before saying all that. "Even if you didn't not do it for me, can I say thank you?" I moved on top of him to kiss his lips oh-so-lightly. I truly believe I'd have been ok with him fucking B but I can't express how much better I felt that he hadn't. If you love something, set it free... "You may express your gratitude any way you see fit." Robbie said with a smile, wrapping me in his arms and hugging me to his chest. "I think you need a little longer to recover first." I could feel his soft cock stirring against my thigh, but it was still soft and I was in no hurry. Anyway, I wanted to know more first. "What did B say when you refused her?" I don't suppose many men have. It may even have been an entirely new experience for her. "She understands. We talked about it and she respects my decision. People get the wrong idea about B. She's really a very caring person." "I know she is. But what did she say?" C'mon Robbie. I want to know. "That I've grown up a lot in a month and that she's very happy for both of us. We spent all morning talking about you... us. I'm afraid I was very indiscrete." "What did you tell her?" How indiscrete? "Everything. About the fight with Finn, sending you away... I offered to pay for the extra room but she said not to be silly... She was very interested in what you look like naked. I told her what you look like to me... Sorry, but I told her about your nickname too..." "It's not my nickname. It's what one asshole called me." And I wish you'd kept that to yourself, Robbie. Really, I do. "B was intrigued. I told her how tactile they were, how much you like having me suck on them-" "Is there anything you didn't blab?" I was blushing. "I don't think so... B has a way of making it easy to talk about stuff like that. She says you're gorgeous. I think she'd be as happy to get you into bed as she would be with me." "No way." No! No means NO. Not now, not ever. No. "Actually, its more than a hunch, she-" "Robbie. No way means no way would I be there. That is so not my thing." "That's ok. I told B I didn't want to share you with anyone. I said I wanted us to be just a couple." "Good." And that is a very good answer, my sweet darling. For once, you're saying all the right things. "So I guess that message was just a thank you for trying." "When did you fall asleep?" And why? You weren't 'working' hard. "Well, B's just flown back from England. She was very jetlagged. So, once I'd convinced her that I was serious about not having sex, we went to bed anyway. I thought we'd all been asleep but I guess one of them woke up at some point and..." "And wrote on your cock? It must have been hard." Like it is right now. "A naked girl either side of me? Of course I was hard." I didn't care that they'd shared a bed. If anything, it made his 'sacrifice' all the more impressive. "Well, thank you for telling me. And thank you for... Just thank you." I kissed him, not at all tenderly this time. The feel of his cock between our bodies got me thinking it was time to show Robbie some proper gratitude. I wiggled down the bed, contriving to rub my tits over almost every inch of his skin until I could get my mouth around his cock. His cock was sticky from our first orgasms and tasted of him and me. I didn't care. I like the taste Robbie leaves in my mouth and I've always liked the taste of my own pussy. It gets guys so hot to see a girl licking her own juices off her fingers or, even better, their fingers or, best of all, their cock. It was a bit different with Robbie because he couldn't see all the little exhibitionist things I can do to turn someone on. We're doing ok though, and I'm figuring out some interesting new ways to turn him on – new to me, that is. Right now, one of those new tricks involved Robbie's balls in my mouth. I love the way it makes his hips rise off the bed. I didn't do that for too long though. Sensitive as his scrotum is, his cock is more fun to suck – for both of us. I pulled his foreskin back hard with my fist and tickled the membrane on the underside of his glans, listening to him moan as the sensitive spot was put very much in the spotlight. I just caught the first taste of pre-cum pearling in the fissure at the tip of his cock. It was slick on my tongue and just slightly salty. Caressing the ridge at the back of his glans, I found the only part of his cock that wasn't velvety smooth. It felt like tiny Braille dots. "Fuck, that feels good." Robbie moaned, translating the Braille under my tongue. It felt good to me too. Having Robbie's cock in my mouth, was a real turn on, especially the way I felt about Robbie's nobility. I held his cock with my teeth and probed its tiny hole with my tongue in search of more of that pre-cum. Robbie just moaned. While I juggled his balls in my hand, an idea came to me. I reached between my legs and dipped a finger deep into my pussy. I was really wet, from before and freshly so. I didn't ask Robbie – not wanting to spoil the surprise, or release his cock from my mouth – before I pushed that slick, well lubricated finger up his ass. "Whoa!" Robbie's hips really rose off the bed, forcing his cock against my tonsils. I avoided gagging only by moving my head back quickly. Gagging is so unsexy... Though Finn used to think it was funny. Asshole! Robbie made no objection and settled back down onto the bed with my finger still inside him. I could feel his balls tightening in my hand. He was close to climax. Pushing that finger all the way home, I sucked and licked his cock with much more urgency, not even slowing down as he bucked and pushed up against me, squirting hot, salt/sweet semen all over my tongue. I would have savoured the moment but I didn't have time. I swallowed hard and kept working his cock and that finger, making him convulse and moan with pleasure/pain at every touch of my tongue on his hypersensitive cock tip. He'd barely started to soften when he got hard again, moaning and writhing at the sweet torture I was putting him through. He could have stopped me any time, with a word, but his silent consent kept him in agony/ecstasy as I pressed his glans between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, abrading him gently with the texture of my taste buds. His second climax was almost as abundant as his first, filling my mouth with his hot seed as I wiggled my finger, pressing up against his prostate – I'd done my research after that scene in Roadtrip. This time, before swallowing, I did take time to savour Robbie's seed, swooshing it like Listerine around my mouth and his still twitching cock. And this time, he was too sensitive to tease so I swallowed gently and just held him in my mouth while he softened, slipping my finger out only when his cock slipped from between my lips. "See what you get for being a good boyfriend?" I moved up the bed to lie beside him. His nipples were as hard as mine: Smaller, admittedly, but just as hard. I toyed with them and let him relax. I would have kissed him but Robbie isn't into the taste of his semen the way I am. "I get violated." Robbie teased. At least I took it as teasing. "I guess its true what they say about no good deed going unpunished." "So you didn't enjoy...?" Who was he trying to fool? I'd had two mouthfuls of the proof that he enjoyed it. "I didn't say that." "I figured you'd have experience in that area because I'm looking at a picture of your two previous lovers and one has her tongue up the other's ass." And it wasn't the only picture in the suite that showed somebody's asshole getting some attention. "Yes." Robbie didn't look quite so comfortable now. "B likes having her ass touched." "Touched?" I sensed his evasiveness but I wanted to keep us on the subject because I was wondering why Robbie had never even tried to broach this particular subject with me. "Touched, played with..." "Licked? Fucked?" I prompted him. He's so cute when he gets shy like this. Really, it's a wonder he can get shy after everything he's done with B and Kelsey... and me. "Yes." Robbie was all red in the face. I just had to kiss him. "And what did she do to you? Mine wasn't the first finger up your caboose, was it?" C'mon Robbie, tell me everything. You know I'm not mad at you for it. "Not even the second." He was getting past that shyness. "And not just fingers." "What else?" I could guess, but I wanted Robbie to say it. Robbie's bizarre mix of innocence and experience has been giving me such sweetly impure thoughts since I met him. "Tongues." He looked worried. I guess he was worried that I'd be turned off by that admission. "Tongues? Kelsey too then?" "Kelsey too." He nodded. "And did you like it?" "I came a lot." "That's a yes then." I stroked his semi-hard cock. "Robbie?" "Hmm?" "Why have you never tried to..." "With you? B warned me that not all girls are as amenable as her." "Amenable? Don't you mean perverse?" "Ok. Perverse. But B's really very sweet." "I know she is. I like her. I'm sure she and I will be good friends. After all, we have something very important in common. We both care a lot about you." I kissed him again. "Good... I'd like you all to be friends." His cock moved under my fingers. "You'd like us to be more than friends... Don't deny it." That cock is like a lie detector. "Ok. It's an appealing idea." "More appealing than the idea of my ass?" Which was the subject we were discussing. "You mean it?" Robbie and Robbie's cock both took a lot more notice. "You should have asked sooner." But I was glad he hadn't because I like it that Robbie's so respectful. I let go of his now quite hard cock. "Let's go take a shower." * * * * * Robbie won't be the first guy to get my ass. Finn' takes that honour, but Finn was such an unsubtle lover that it was generally not a very comfortable experience for me. I let him do it the first time because I was curious and, on subsequent occasions, I couldn't get him to understand that I didn't really want to. In hindsight, I can't think why I stayed with Finn for so long. Whatever. Now I have a sweet, sensitive guy who doesn't try to look up every short skirt that saunters past and who can do things to me that I hadn't even fantasized were possible. Ok, so not looking up skirts is Hobson's choice for Robbie, but the other stuff? His incredible hands, his sweetness and his decency as a human being: Those are all good reasons for giving anal sex another try. I know Robbie won't hurt me and I know, if I don't like it, he'll stop... But I really want to like it, because I know Robbie does and I don't want anything to be out of bounds between us. I've thought about it and I'm not doing it to keep him out of B's bed or B's ass. If that was any part of my reason, I think I'd refuse to do it because I spent too much time thinking that way to keep Finn interested in me. "Tell B, next time she leaves anything red on your penis, it'd better be lipstick. This ink doesn't want to come off." I gave up washing Robbie's cock. Too much scrubbing could set that thing off. "Who says there'll even be a next time?" Fifty Ways To Please Your Lover "When you get bored of me and go back to her-" "B wouldn't have me back... Not under those circumstances." Robbie started washing me. I put my hands up on the wall of the shower so he could lather me from top to toe. "Well, eventually, I may get bored of having so many orgasms and ditch you. I'm sure B would try to mend your broken heart." I moved my feet apart slightly as he soaped my back. Robbie didn't need any further invitation to work his fingers between my butt cheeks and caress my asshole. "So you can't ever ditch me, because you're the only thing between me and life as a sex toy for a beautiful but perverted woman." He was taking his sweet time washing my ass. I didn't mind. "Oh, you poor thing." I relaxed as he probed with a soapy finger. It slipped past my sphincter easily enough. Was he going to take me right here in the shower? "I know. People take advantage of me because I'm blind." His finger slipped back out. He reached for the showerhead, unhooked it and rinsed me off, holding it almost touching my skin so the needles of hot water tingled. It was very relaxing. "It's a cruel world." "Isn't that the truth?" "Robbie?" "Yes?" "Are you going to waste all night talking?" Translation: Robbie, just shut up and fuck me. "No." He turned off the water. I guess that means we're not doing it in the shower. * * * * * "There's some lubricant in the drawer." Robbie pointed in the general direction of the bedside table. "I know." I'd found it on our first night together. I got it out now and handed it to Robbie before flopping onto the bed. "How do you want me?" It was a loaded question. "First things first." Robbie put the lubricant down on the table and settled beside me on the bed. He leant over me to kiss my shoulder, that being where his lips settled first. I rolled over onto my back and guided his face ever so gently to my tits. Robbie is really good with nipples and this time was no different. Having my breasts kissed, caressed and my nipples sucked is one of my favourite things. They ached at Robbie's touch and my already hard nipples sent tingles through me, all the way to my groin, as he grazed them with his teeth. When I got back from work, I was so keyed up I just wanted him right away. Now, I didn't care if he took all night getting to the point. One of the things that make Robbie so special is his lack of haste. The other thing that makes Robbie so special, his touch, was demanding my complete attention right now. He took the scenic route from my tits, finding plenty to occupy his tongue in the region of my belly button while his hands strayed over my ribs and back up towards my armpits, driving me to distraction. I so wanted to touch myself, but that's Robbie's job. I sighed a lot as he caressed me, but I didn't speak. What could I say? Words of encouragement? Robbie already knew how well he was doing by my physical reactions. Anyway, there's something decadently wonderful about simply lying back and letting that much pleasure, that much sensation, just happen to me. As Robbie's mouth found the fuzzy mound of my pubis, pinching my hair between his lips and pulling gently at it as he slowly snuck up on my clit, his hands stroked my waist and back as he reached under my arching body. I couldn't be passive a moment more. My hands mauled my tits. I squeezed my nips between fingers and thumbs, pulling at them until I gasped. When I first got breasts, I played like this a lot: so much I started to produce a little milk when I squeezed hard. I wondered how Robbie would respond if I started lactating again? I think, being Robbie, he'd love it. I know I would. The kinky image in my head, of Robbie suckling properly on my tits, made my insides churn and my already moist pussy throb with lust. Maybe I'm not as vanilla as I thought I was. Robbie's lips closed around my clitoral hood, his incisors pressed against the top of its cowl, urging it to come out and play. The tip of his tongue darted against it, making my hips buck reflexively. "You took your sweet time." I purred as he finally stopped teasing me. My hands squeezed and kneaded my breasts as he coaxed my clit out of hiding and laved it with his tongue, precipitating a sudden and very welcome climax. "Oh...Oh!...Oh Jesus! Yes, Robbie...Yes....Oh God... that's good...Yesss..." I've tried coming quietly. It just never seems to happen. Robbie kept his attention on my clit, kept me climaxing steadily for as long as he could, until I stopped yelling, then he moved just a little further down the bed, between my spread thighs, to lap at the juices leaking from my untouched pussy. He licked me so gently, seeking out every last trace of my juices, making me moan with delight as he sucked those dangly labia of mine right into his mouth, pinched them hard between his lips and pulled gently back to stretch them until the sprung free of his 'kiss'. He used his fingers too, peeling them apart further and further until their elasticity held my vagina open to his probing tongue. Add it to the list of gift's Robbie's given me: For the first time in my life, I love those labia. Whoa! I'd forgotten where Robbie was heading until his tongue left my pussy gaping and pursued a trickle of my juices down to my ass hole. Ok. This was new. His tongue didn't just brush over or around it, he probed that tiny knot of muscle as if trying to get inside me right there and then. I lifted my legs and pulled my knees up by my tits. There was nothing in Robbie's way now. He lifted my ass off the bed a little and pressed his lips in an open-mouthed kiss over the whole wide ring of darker skin that surrounded my ass, his tongue still persistently nuzzling my sphincter. It tickled, but in a good way. It was the dirtiest, kinkiest thing I've ever done and it felt good... really good. I found myself wondering if I would come again just from having Robbie's tongue teasing my ass. I was so near to it that it was a real possibility. I clenched and unclenched my muscles down there, trying not to be entirely passive. Robbie seemed to like that. His tongue worked harder and faster. I'm sure I felt just the tip of it easing my sphincter open a fraction. The tingling sensations Robbie was inflicting down there were running right through me. My pussy was contracting, pulsing at his touch, more of my juices being forced out to trickle down towards his tongue. I was so close to another climax but just hanging there on the brink. It was divine torture. Robbie's hand moved from under my butt: His thumb slipped into my pussy, his fingers pressed over my clit and onto my pubes. The thumb wiggled inside me, pressing up against the back of my clit, just short of where he knew my G spot was. It was new and it was wonderful. I howled as I started to climax again, with Robbie's tongue now definitely easing open my ass. I squirted again, against Robbie's palm as he palpitated my pussy with his thumb. Not as much as before, but enough. The fluids gushing from me poured down over Robbie's face and tongue. The sound of him slurping at them was at once obscene and so so sexy. My climax had come on suddenly and it was over just as quickly, leaving me gasping for breath and trembling with fatigue. My legs shook most, still pointing up at the ceiling. Robbie, sensing my exhaustion, moved his mouth away from my ass and his hand from my pussy, leaving me feeling suddenly and terribly empty, bereft of his caress, his penetration. I felt incomplete without some part of him inside me. He eased my legs down onto the bed and rolled me onto my side. I curled into a foetal ball and felt him snuggle close, his hard-on, so long neglected, pressed between my butt cheeks and along my soaking, sated pussy. He pressed his chest to my back and held me tight, nuzzling my neck while I sobbed and breathed the heavy, ragged breaths of sexual exhaustion. It was only as we cuddled that I realized I was crying. I tried to turn my face to Robbie's, to tell him thank you for... His lips touched my cheek, tasting the salt tears. He moved with that beguiling certainty he has, kissing his way to my nose, flicking at the mucus on my top lip. Well? He'd tasted every other secretion. Why not? As his lips passed close to mine, I pulled his head down and kissed him hard, our teeth briefly colliding. I didn't even think about what his mouth had just been doing, where that tongue that he was invading my mouth with had last intruded. It just didn't matter. Right now, right here, Robbie ruled my world. * * * * * "I was supposed to be treating you." I snuggled against him, the wet moisture on my thighs and on the sheets felt cold, but Robbie's arms and my insides felt so warm. "It was a treat." He nuzzled my hair. Robbie is so good at cuddling. I think it's because his whole world is tactile. "But you didn't come." And I was keenly aware that I had come... a lot. Housekeeping was due a call and my reputation was going to be in tatters. So what? I was done with being embarrassed. Robbie had given me two 'porn star' squirting orgasms, which had never happened before. It had been, arguably, the greatest sex of my life, and I just didn't care how many people knew it. "I didn't finish." Robbie's cock was still pressed between my thighs, his head nestling, hot against my pussy. "But as B says, always lick it before you stick it." "That's so romantic." Irony isn't wasted on Robbie. "I don't think it's meant to be. B isn't big on romance." "The way Charleton Heston wasn't big on gun control?" "She's not quite that bad." Robbie sounded defensive of his mentor. I guess I appreciate his loyalty. "She did tell me that her first time with Parry was very romantic. She said it was like a wedding night. But that was because Parry wanted it that way. Usually, guys don't want romance." "Usually?" "Well... I like it. That's why, this morning, I told her 'no'." "So you think this is romantic?" "More romantic than if I'd just squirted some lube on your ass and stuck my dick in." Robbie actually sounded defensive. "I'm teasing you." I pressed my thighs harder together around his cock. "Robbie, you have to be the most incredibly naïve guy ever, because you act like you really don't know how good at this you are." "This?" "Sex. Giving a woman pleasure. Being an attentive and sensitive lover... Robbie... You are amazing." Not something I'd make a habit of saying, because it might make him complacent, but Robbie is truly exceptional and I want him to know that. "Thanks. But I can't take all the credit." "I know. You had a very good teacher." I was thinking of B. "I've had three very good teachers." Robbie corrected me. "So? I'll stipulate two, but you can't include me because, if I'm a good teacher, how come you never listen to me?" "I do listen to you. I just get things wrong. Like thinking 'thank you' means 'let's just be friends' or 'don't fuck other girls'" "And thinking 'you can have my ass if you want' means 'but you don't have to.'" "I told you already. I'm not done yet." Robbie took one arm from around me and leant back, breaking contact with me to stretch for the lubricant. "But since you can't wait..." He handed me the bottle. "Like this?" We were still in the spoons position. "Why not?" "Ok." I spread a little lube between my legs, feeling Robbie's seemingly permanent hard-on against the back of my hand. Why not this position? Finn had wanted me on my hands and knees but Finn was into power trips and I think he enjoyed having me that submissive. Robbie's way might feel better. Given his track record, I was inclined to trust him. "Ready?" He moved a little to get the head of his cock in place. "Robbie..." I was about to tell him to stop asking stupid questions but his first push took my breath away. "Whoa! Is that all of it?" His cock had sunk in a long way and it felt enormous in that tight – tighter – hole. "Not quite." He eased closer, slowly pushing the last couple of inches into me. I knew he was right inside me now because his pubic hair tickled against my spread butt cheeks. He stopped moving. "It'll be easier if you pull your knees up a bit." I bent my legs more, moving my knees up towards my tits. It did feel less massively tight, more comfortable. Robbie started to move in those slow circles he's so fond of. I wanted to reach between my legs and touch myself but I was curious to see how aroused Robbie could get me just doing what he was doing, so I didn't give in to the temptation to play with my clit. "Oh, Robbie... You feel so big... Oh Jesus!... That's so hot..." I let Robbie know I was enjoying this too. My pussy was aching for some kind of contact but I ignored it, wondering how far Robbie's cock in my ass could take me. "Fuck me, Robbie... Fuck me in the ass..." Well, Finn always liked me to talk dirty while he was doing it. I figured Robbie wouldn't mind. "Yes, Robbie... Yes... I want it all... All of you in my ass... Fuck me, Robbie... Fuck me..." It worked. Robbie left off the gentle hip swaying movement and started to pump in and out. Jesus! It felt good. There was a real possibility of me coming... not just coming, but coming first... and that without anyone touching my pussy. I could feel the walls of my pussy throbbing; the hot, hard cock sliding in and out of my asshole only made my pussy feel all the more empty. It was getting harder and harder to talk as Robbie's thrusts got harder and harder, faster and faster. Surely, this wouldn't last long. "Oh... Oh Jesus, yes... Oh, Robbie... I'm... I'm going to come... any... moment... Ooh!... Ohhhhh... Robbie... Come... with... me... Come... inside... me... Ro-o-o-bbie!..." I started to climax as I felt Robbie's frantically thrusting cock squirt right up inside my rectum. His body tensed against me; his arms around me contracted so tight I could hardly breath. I just shook and trembled in his embrace as I came, my insides knotting up for the umpteenth time today. It didn't feel quite like any other orgasm I'd ever had. Not better, not worse, but different. Robbie's thrusting slowed but didn't stop. He moaned as his own movements pressed the sensitive tip of his cock against my insides. He didn't stop moving though, even when he started to soften: not until he slipped out. I could feel his semen inside me, oozing towards my asshole, which I'm sure was still gaping. It shocked me that I briefly wondered what it would feel like to have B 'clean me up' like she was doing in the picture over the bed. I shied away from that line of thought. It was definitely not going to happen... ever. "Thank you, Ellie." Robbie murmured as he nuzzled past my hair to find my ear. Then he was still and quiet for the longest time. I thought he'd fallen asleep. Guys do. I let the silence continue because it felt good to just lie in his arms after so much activity. I was tired too. Eventually though, I felt the need to get out of bed and clean up a little. As I tried to wiggle out of Robbie's embrace, I found he was still awake. He let go of me right away. "I think I need another shower." He said as I sat up. "We both do, Darling." I was very aware how sticky and slippery my thighs and everything between them was. Robbie tried to sit up too, but I put a hand on his chest and urged him to lie back down. "Give me a minute. Ok?" Much as I was willing to share with Robbie, there are some things a girl likes to do on her own. Getting rid of an ass full of semen was definitely in that category. "Sure." Robbie's bright. He understood. He lay back and put his hands behind his head. * * * * * "Did you enjoy that?" We were in the shower and I was washing Robbie's cock very, very thoroughly. Predictably, it was responding to that by swelling in my hands. I figured it was relatively safe to handle right now though: not as hair-triggered as earlier. "Yes I did. So did you." Robbie hadn't stopped grinning yet. "I didn't expect to come. Is that what it's like with B?" "Not really. But it's not a contest. It was wonderful and, even if you never want me to do that again, you're going to have a hard time coming up with something to displace that memory." "Who said I wouldn't let you do it again?" Not me. I was pretty sure of that. "Nobody, but I don't take you for granted." "Robbie, you are just too sweet for words." I had to kiss him for that. "But F-Y-I, that is the first time I've ever come without someone touching my pussy." "Really?" Robbie beamed with pride. "Really. And that means you will be allowed to do it again and you will be required to do it at least as well. Am I making myself clear?" I had his cock in one soapy hand and his balls cradled in the other. I'm guessing I had his complete attention. "Clear enough that a even a blind man could see it." He smirked and tried to kiss me. I moved to make sure he didn't miss my mouth. I'm getting quite used to Robbie making jokes about his sight. "What's that?" I broke off kissing him because I heard someone outside the bathroom. "Housekeeping." Robbie said matter-of-factly. "I called them while you were in here alone. Told them that the hottie from the coffee shop had ejaculated all over the bed and could they please change the sheets because the only wet patch I want in my bed is right between her thighs." "Liar!" I squeezed his balls just hard enough to get him on tippie-toes. "Ok... Not quite in those words... But it is Housekeeping." He relaxed as my grip did. "It was never going to stay a secret anyway, was it?" "Hardly. Tonight or tomorrow morning. The only difference being we have a clean bed to sleep in." "Hello?" I shouted at the bathroom door. "Yes Miss?" A female voice answered from just the other side of the door. "Could you leave us some extra bath towels too, please?" "Yes Miss." "Well?" I turned back to a stunned looking Robbie. "We're going to need them and they know whose here with you anyway." I figured I might as well surrender to the inevitable. I am so done with being embarrassed. Yes, I've said that before. I'll say it again too, until I really believe it. "Now, where were we before Housekeeping interrupted us?" "Here." Robbie closed the gap and opened his mouth. * * * * * "Can I put the TV on?" We were in the reception room, waiting for room service to deliver dinner. Robbie had made a strong case for staying in tonight and since Housekeeping knew I was up here, there was no further point in trying to be invisible. "Sure." Robbie got up and retrieved the remote control from a drawer. "There you go." He handed me the controller as he sat back down beside me and lifted his arm for me to snuggle under. I realized he probably didn't have a whole lot of use for a TV. "I'm sorry, Robbie. I wasn't thinking. It doesn't matter." I leant forward and put the controller on the coffee table. "Ellie?" "Yes?" I turned my face up towards his. "Have you gone blind and not bothered to tell me?" "No... Why?" "So it's not appropriate for you to live like you have. If you want to watch TV, you watch TV." His tone was gentle enough to not make his words feel like a reprimand. "Ok... Thanks." I reached for the controller again, settling back against him and turning once more to kiss my gallant boyfriend. I found a news channel and caught up on what the rest of the world thought was important. Robbie listened, quietly. As usual, most of it was depressing. There was nothing I wanted to watch after that, so I switched the TV off. "Dinner!" Robbie heard the elevator before I did. There was a knock at the door, proving him right. "I'll get it. Why don't you put some music on?" I disentangled myself from his arms and padded, barefoot to the door. "Sure. What would you like to hear?" Robbie got up too and went into his study. Fifty Ways To Please Your Lover "Something romantic." I called after him. A waiter wheeled a trolley past me, trying his best not to notice me at all. Certainly, he didn't make eye contact. I was starting to get fed up of being invisible. Starting? I was fed up of it. That's why I'd called out to the chambermaid, not an hour ago. I picked up the chit, wrote '+10%' on it and signed it 'Ellie', defying the waiter, who I didn't recognise, to ignore me as I held it out to him. He had to make eye contact this time. "Thank you, Miss." He looked uncomfortable. I smiled at him and he looked even more uncomfortable. To hell with him! To hell with all the gossips! I'd give up a lot more than my reputation for Robbie. "Is it a kind of dream? Floating out on the tide? ..." The music started playing and Robbie joined me at his little dining table. "Bright eyes. Burning like fire. Bright eyes. How do they burn so..." "Interesting choice." I wouldn't have picked it - that was for sure. Not with an lyric like that. "Don't you like Simon and Garfunkel?" Robbie made as if to get up again. I put a hand on his arm to stop him, "I can take them or leave them. I'm surprised you like them so much though." I had been expecting something a bit more modern. "Who says I like them so much?" "Well you did pick the music. You must like it." "It reminds me of home." He looked quite solemn all of a sudden. "My mom plays this album all the time." "Homesick, huh?" I reached over and pressed my palm to his cheek. I didn't like seeing him looking so down. "A little." Then he forced a smile. "But it's nothing lasagne and the love of a good woman can't cure. Let's eat." "Sure... And after dinner, I'll help you find that good woman." "Good. Last I heard, she was in the bedroom." Robbie smiled at me and, this time, it didn't seem so forced. "Hello darkness my old friend..." The next track started. "You know, Robbie, I really wouldn't have picked this album." It was going from bad to worse. "Really? I like this song." He carried on eating. I leant over the table to remove a speck of tomato sauce from his cheek. "Messy." I tutted. "Yes, Mom." Robbie grinned across the table. "So it really doesn't bother you when people mention seeing and such like?" I was embarrassed just asking, but I decided I needed to know. "No. But it does bother me when people deliberately avoid mentioning it. It's like they're trying to protect me. From what, I have no idea. It's not like I haven't noticed that I'm blind." "Ok. I promise to stop worrying about saying the wrong thing." "Don't promise. Just try. I know it's not easy for sighted people to adjust." He was grinning again but it was a fair point. He had a lifetime of experience living with sighted people but I had only three days experience of living with a blind guy. I would surely slip up a lot before I got comfortable with his disability. "Ok... I'll try." "Thank you. Kiss?" He rose in his seat and leant towards me. I met him halfway and we shared a lasagne flavoured kiss. "The problem is all inside your head, she said to me The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover." "Oh, I love this song! I did it at Karaoke once." Everyone has at least on Simon and Garfunkel song that they like. If I had to choose, I'd choose this. "I like it too. I didn't hear it for a long time after my father left Mom and me. When she started playing it again, I knew she was getting over him." "Why did your father leave? Sorry... It's none of my business. Forget I asked." "Its ok. He left because of me... Because I'm blind... He couldn't cope with it. Said he didn't understand why God would do that to us... 'us' not 'me'. He acted like it was his disability too. Honestly, I was glad when he finally left. Being a blind kid was tough enough without him going on about 'God's will' all the time." "That's awful." I wanted to hug him but the table was in the way. Lord knows, my family is pretty dysfunctional, but Robbie had me beat in the first round. "Mom was pretty cut up about it though. Before he left, he'd got her convinced that my blindness was a punishment for her wayward ways before she met him. My grandfather was a Baptist minister so Dad had kind of a sheltered upbringing. My Mom wasn't a virgin when he married her and he never let her forget it." "He sounds a jerk. Sorry." It's not nice to criticise other peoples' families but Mr Pugh really did sound like a jerk. "He is a jerk. To be fair, it's not all his fault. My grandparents made him the man he is today. Anyway, Mom and I did ok without him. Not brilliantly, but ok... Then Harry came along." "Who's Harry?" "Mom's boyfriend. He's lived with us for a few years now. Mom won't marry him though. This song?" Fifty ways to leave your lover was just finishing. "She plays it when she's pissed at Harry. He hates it." "Do you guys get along?" Moms' boyfriends and sons often don't. "Mostly. Harry's a good person. He lets his temper get the better of him sometimes, but its just bluster. He's never raised a hand to me, or Mom. If anything, he's overprotective of me, but I can't fault him for that." "It shows he cares." "Exactly. And he makes Mom happy. That's the important thing." "It's not the only important thing. You deserve to be happy too." I was still resisting the urge to go around the table to hug him. How sweet was Robbie? He could justify his dad's rejection and put everyone else's feelings before his own. I was trying my damnedest not to fall in love with him after only 4 days dating, but Robbie was making it really hard for me. "I am happy." He reached across to me. I put down my fork and put my hand in his, feeling his fingers close around mine, firm but gentle: A metaphor for everything about him. "...Like a bridge over troubled waters, I will lay you down..." "That's me." I listened to the song a moment. "I'm your bridge over troubled waters." "I prefer to think you're my Cecilia." Robbie let go of my hand and carried on eating. "Cecilia?" "The next song." So we ate in silence until the song changed. "Cecilia, you're breaking my heart, you're shaking my confidence daily." "I'm not breaking your heart! Am I?" It wasn't what I'd expected. I don't know what I expected... but not that. "No. Listen." Robbie urged. "... knees, I'm begging you please to come home. Won't you come home? Making love in the afternoon to Cecilia up in my bedroom..." "That's better." That was an image of me I could live with. "...to wash my face. When I came back to bed someone's taken my place." "Robbie!" "Ok. So maybe it wasn't the best song to compare you to." Robbie conceded. "Maybe?" Maybe wasn't good enough. I was definitely not going to settle for a half-assed apology like that. "My bad... Let me make it up to you." Robbie got up from the table and went into his study. The music stopped. He came back and held out his hand. "Would you care to dance?" Music started playing again. I took his hand, stood and let him lead me into the middle of the floor. Robbie drew me to him, one hand holding mine, the other resting on my hip. I rested my head on his shoulder and silently forgave him. I didn't want to be mad at him anyway. We moved slowly to the intro. "You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I'd rather hurt you honestly Than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you On what you say or do? I'm only just beginning to see the real you And sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die Til we both break down and cry I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides Romance and all its strategy Leaves me battling with my pride But through the insecurity Some tenderness survives I'm just another writer Still trapped within my truth A hesitant prize fighter Still trapped within my youth And sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die Till we both break down and cry I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides At times I'd like to break you And drive you to your knees At times I'd like to break through And hold you endlessly At times I understand you And I know how hard you've tried I've watched while love commands you And I've watched love pass you by At times I think we're drifters Still searching for a friend A brother or a sister But then the passion flares again And sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die Till we both break down and cry I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides" I didn't say a word the whole time the song was playing. Robbie held me close and we moved together, just listening. As the sound faded out I realized I was crying. Not just teary, but full on, rolling-down-my-cheeks tears. I know Robbie must have noticed. He ignored it, carrying on holding me and swaying in time to the music even after it stopped. It didn't matter that the CD player was silent, that song was in my head forever now. I guess it was in Robbie's too. So we danced in silence and I cried. "Promise me that will be our song." I whispered against his shoulder. "I promise." His head moved and I felt his lips against my hair. He was making it too hard not to love him but, like the singer, I choked on saying it. * * * * * "Can I ask you? ... About this morning?" Robbie had me snuggling up to him on the sofa again. Dinner had been cleared away and we were just wondering how to pass a couple of hours between now and bedtime. Frankly, I'd have gone right to bed, the way I felt after our dance, but Robbie didn't suggest it. "You can ask. Doesn't mean I'll tell you." "I just wondered..." "Did I really mean it?" "No. Yes... You said we were just friends." "That's what I said." Go on Robbie. Ask me straight out. "Is that true?" "No. Not then. Not now... That was a little lie, but the rest was true. I don't want to change you." Robbie, my darling man, I couldn't change you for the better. "I can't believe you would have been ok with it if I'd..." "Fucked them? I would have been ok... I think." I truly believed that. "But I'm still glad you didn't... You still can, if you want to... Like I told you: Monogamy hasn't worked for me. An open relationship might work out better." I wondered how true that was. It was true as I said it, but would it remain true if Robbie tested my resolve? I just didn't know. "So who's the guy you want to fuck?" "What? Nobody. Just you." "Then it wouldn't be and open relationship, would it? Just me bedding other girls. Ellie, I meant what I said too. I turned down B and Kelsey because I haven't tried monogamy yet. Can we at least try it?" "If that's what you want." I tried to sound like the idea bored me but there was that familiar tingle in the pit of my stomach. I don't think its possible to talk a girl into a spontaneous orgasm but, if it is, Robbie was so close to it. "It is." He ignored my pretended indifference. His hand moved inside my robe and cupped one breast. I'm sure the state of my nipple told him how I really felt. "Tell me about your family." "Another time. My family's as depressing as yours and I don't want to be depressed." "Ok." Robbie never pushed for information. It was yet another little symptom of his courtesy. "Want to play a game then?" "A game?" It was definitely a change of subject. "A party game." "Like blind man's buff?" I couldn't help myself. Anyway, I'd promised Robbie I wouldn't tiptoe around the issue of blindness. "We'd need more people for that." Robbie observed. "No. A word game." "Sure. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with..." again, I couldn't help myself. That promise to Robbie was going to cause trouble yet. "Funny." He laughed and pinched the nipple he was toying with. "So what game do you want to play?" "Remember that song from earlier? Fifty ways to leave your lover?" "Yes." "Ok, well this game is based on that. It's called fifty ways to please your lover." "Interesting. How do we play it?" "I don't know. I'm making this up as I go along." "Ooh! You..." I elbowed him in the ribs: only gently though. "I'll go first: Just rub her back, Jack." I thought a moment then "Massage her feet, Pete?" "See? It's easy. But you should do girl's names." "Ok... um... Sit on his face, Grace." "Ooh. Good one." Robbie liked that. "Let's see...Give her clit a good lick, Rick." "... Wiggle your fanny, Annie." "Don't just fuck her and leave, Steve." "Wait until she's asleep, you creep." That one came to me in a flash. In unison, we both said, "There must be fifty ways to please your lover." "It's a good game." I said, hugging Robbie's arm. "But talk is cheap, Mister." "Says you and AT&T." Robbie got up and offered me his hand. "Can we have one more dance before we go to bed?" I stood too, letting Robbie 'help'. "Of course." He grinned and went to put on some music. When he came back, I'd taken off my robe. I untied the sash of his too, slipped it off him, and then flowed into his arms, naked against his naked body. We started to move slowly to the music. It was 'our song' again. This time I didn't cry. As the music finished, I took Robbie's roving hands and led him back to bed. * * * * * If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was. Lying in Robbie's arms, I thought again about that poster on my bedroom wall. Well, I'd definitely tested that sentiment today and here I was, snuggling up with Robbie for another night. So? Is this love? Probably not... yet. It's only been four days. But while we may not be quite there yet, I can see where we're going from here. Maybe tomorrow we'll get there; or the next day, or the day after that. I don't really care how long the journey takes. I have a wonderful travelling companion and we're going in the right direction. Tonight, that's enough: That... and what Robbie's hands are doing to me. Oh... that feels good... Sorry... I... I can't concentrate while he's doing that to me... "Oh yes, Robbie... yes... oh yes..."