2 comments/ 20476 views/ 2 favorites The Divine One By: Dorianray One There she sits, completely focussed on her work. It's not all bad though, as a lucky side effect, she allows me to gaze upon her beauty without the worry of our eyes meeting and the awkward moment to follow. Would there be an awkward moment? Maybe I could just smile at her and everything would be okay. Maybe she'd even smile back, sincerely, I mean; they always smile back. Oh, don't think me a pervert! I sit and stare; I long to do more, but find myself unable. Prufrockian, that's what they call people like me. "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," by TS Elliot, could very well have been written about me... The crab at the bottom of the sea, scuttling about, never moving forward, only side to side... Squirming away from his goals just to move forward with ease. Just as Prufrock, I am not called out for by the mermaids, even in my own mind. I cannot bring myself to speak to her; If I make a mistake, she'll think I'm stupid and I'll never have a chance with her again. No. I must wait for a better time. When the perfect moment arrives, may I know it and use it... may I know it and use it... Now would be a terrible time to talk to her! She's so intent upon finishing her work. It would be obvious to anyone, not only those who know her facial expressions as well as I, that now would be the wrong time to interrupt her. Her brow is furrowed in deep concentration. This rarely ever happens to her; she's far too delicate and beautiful to frown. Over the three years I've known her, working in this same office, I've only seen her frown... let's see... less than a dozen times, certainly. She's always smiling. That's what first got my attention, I think. It says much of her smile's perfection for me to state that it is more attracting than her face and body! Oh, she's the picture of femininity! An hourglass shape, but not so skinny as to look brittle; she's a real woman. Delicate little fingers on even more delicate hands; they are the sun's rays. Her skin, once white as the purest platinum, now tanned beautifully to a shade that all may admire. Her chest, my friends, I feel shy describing it-- it's no wonder I can't speak to her! I cannot even describe her beauty honestly without blushing! Her chest is large, but not too large as to appear cumbersome. They are firm enough, or at least her bras strong enough, that they move little when she walks (but not so little as to indicate implants). I'd say they were somewhere between B and C cups, I couldn't say for sure. Those legs of hers... She normally covers them up with pinstripe pants around the office, so only their length can be discerned, quite long. Oh, and such tiny feet! Probably size six or so! She's easily 5'6'', how could she have such small feet? Well, it doesn't matter, really. Moving up now, her neck... If one were to take a wine glass in their hand, they might have an idea of what it is (so I would assume) to hold her neck. It's so delicate and fragile looking, but smooth and pristine. I'd love to kiss it– no, I'd love for her to want me to kiss it.. Her face, excluding the smile, is as pretty as a picture (a picture of a garden, perhaps). With the smile, it's as pretty as a museum (one of fine art). She resembles a bird, but not in the way that most women do (being delicate and decorative). She actually looks like a bird, as much as a human can, I should think (I mean this only as a compliment). Her face is heart-shaped, with a hairline that points down in the middle, making her seem even more like a bird. Under that rests her nose, nearly sharp as a dagger. It resembles no witches nose in its edge! It is probably the most perfect nose any human has ever seen or imagined. Small, but fitting her face at just the right angle for total fairness. And! Lastly, it is so flawless that it, well... resembles a bird's beak, don't ask me how, it simply does. Resting atop her head, long curly hair. I honestly cannot name the colour, it sometimes appears red, others, brown and in the bright light, blond! Her cheekbones are high, making her features almost regal. Discreet ears, covered by her hair (unless she ties it up of course), with piercing that allow for the tinniest of diamond earrings. Ah, last but not least, her eyes! Oh heavens! They are innocence and warmth incarnate! Dark brown spheres that almost seem black at times, making here eyes look like those of a cartoon character giving a puppy dog-look. Rather than describe her, I think simply diverting you to the word "gorgeous" in the dictionary would have sufficed. The office we work in, a small shipping company's main building, has been our home away from home for three years. We, that is me, Dorian, and my coworkers (all of them being friends, excluding the Divine creature which I just described. I have simply been too shy all this time to talk to her. Oh, right, I didn't tell you her name, it's Sarah, Sarah Cohen). There are 6 of us in all, excluding the janitor, loaders and drivers. There's Christine at the front desk, she's good with people, so she mans that station well. Then there's Christopher and John in telemarketing. Yup, only two of them; the company is that small. The boss, Jack (we're all on a first name basis here), who actually doesn't make our lives miserable and then there's me and Sarah... I process the orders and track them, while she takes care of all the accounting. She actually gets a commission, instead of an hourly rate, which has made things very hard for me, for, you see, when we all pack up an leave at the end of the day, she's usually already left an hour or so earlier. We often all go out together, for supper, but she has only come a few times. Maybe I like her for her mystery? Well, I wish not to bore you, talking all about people you will probably never meet! I am merely setting the stage, as it were, to give away understanding and the low cost of time (smalltime, like the office). I look over to her, just finishing up with the report on the last successful order. She looked up too! It was bliss for a moment; I could see her dead-on. I was in a dreamland for what felt like an hour, then came to, realizing that she could see me staring at her. She kept the frown on, but now it looked like a frown of deciphering. I smiled at her, hoping that it might fix things. A look of surprise showed on her face, but only for the tiniest of moments, the next, it was gone, replaced by that big smile and beautiful expression of hers that I've come to love, nay, always loved. What did that mean then? A look of surprise? Was I imagining things? And that frown, she rarely ever frowns, but kept it while looking at me! I know I'm not that good looking, but it's not nice to frown at someone like that. Well, maybe I'm harsh on myself. I guess I'm not that bad looking. My lady friends compliment me from time to time, but I never know if they're just being nice. Hmm, I do see the odd glimpse of me taken by women in bars, pool halls and the like. Actually, maybe I'm not so bad looking after all and I'm just intimidated by the Divine one... She wouldn't look at me twice... I've never seen her do so before, during all three years we've sat across from each other. But what if she did... ha, here's an idea! The next day that I see her look at me twice, I'll ask her out! I continued on with my work, said a few odd words to passers-by, then lunchtime came. We had the tradition of staying in the office together and talking about anything and everything (excluding our jobs) while eating. Sarah, however, didn't often stay with us. No one ever asked her where she went for lunch, or why she didn't stay with us. I had noticed her bring in a little brow paper bag today, so I assumed she would stay with us today. I was right. I'd force myself to talk to her! I would! Oh, but all my friends are there... what if I say something stupid in front of them? They'll laugh at me, innocently perhaps, but then how will I be able to continue talking? I would be humiliated! I will have to be careful with my words, that's all. We all settled down to our lunches, pulling our chairs together in the middle of the large beige room that was our place of employment. We started to eat, and John and Christopher (the telemarketers and most articulate of the group) started off the conversation by a rather embarrassing subject (how could they be so shameless?). The subject was how people lost their virginity (yes, we were that close in the office... except perhaps Sarah). John and Christopher had apparently lost their virginity to twins, at the same time (they had been friends since grade school), something they have described in detail on more than one occasion. I have a fairly hard time believing it, but considering their verbal agility, I wouldn't put it past them. Jack's story took place in the sixties, (he was a hippie, apparently) where he lost his virginity, had his first drug experience AND got drunk for the first time. He called it, "a night of firsts, alcohol, drugs, sex and a blank space in my memory." Christine's turn. She was shy at first, and blushing, but she soon got over it and told her story. "We were both eighteen... We met at my first job, at McDonald's. He, his name was Marty, would restock the ketchup in those dispenser things, you see. But, one day he went into the stockroom and all we could hear, the cashiers, fry people, well all of us, customers included, was a giant crash in the back! I ran into the stockroom, I had always liked him you see, to find him covered in ketchup, with a whole shelf on top of him! I pulled it off of him with all my might, succeeded, and slipped on the ketchup splattered all over the place! I landed on him, both of us covered in ketchup now, and immediately excused myself 'sorry! Sorry!' I said, feeling quite bad that I had fallen on top of a man that had just been squashed by a ton of ketchup and all manner of other things," Christine paused for a moment to smile, "he just looked at me for a second, face covered in ketchup, and kissed me! I was dumbstruck! But that didn't stop me from continuing! It was very interesting to kiss a man with a mouth covered in ketchup, haha, it is my favourite condiment. I don't know how long we were there, but we were stopped by an 'aHEM' from the manager. I don't know how long he had been watching us, but we were both terribly embarrassed." "Well get to the part where you did it!" interrupted John. "Yeah!" agreed Christopher. "Oh you men! You're all the same!" Christina said, jokingly, "well, it was discovered that the shelf was broken, so Marty didn't get into any trouble. We both got the day off, being covered in ketchup as we were. I lived a half hour away from work and told Marty that I would be so embarrassed to take the bus home. He told me that he lived down the street and offered for me to go over to his place to clean myself off. I was younger then, haha, I didn't think he meant anything other than that, even after our kiss." Christopher and John laughed a little at this. "Don't laugh!" Christine demanded, we could see that she was quite into her story and taking the laughs the wrong way, "where was I? Oh yes, we went over to his house, and..." she smiled naughtily, "took a shower together. He was well toned, and tanned. Ah, that was a handsome man. Under all that ketchup lay thick, long, black hair. Hair that I took pleasure in washing. We kissed in the shower and got more familiar with each other's bodies until there was no hot water left. Ahh, the pleasures of youth! Well, after drying each other off, we made our way to his bedroom, where he made his way with me." "That's it? No details?" Christopher asked. "A lady doesn't tell what goes on in the bedroom!" Christine responded. "But she says what happens in the shower!" shot a cocky John. "Oh you men! Fine, you want to know what happened? It was his first time too, and it lasted two minutes! Happy?" Christine said. Christopher and John shut up. "Well," Christine looked at me, "how was your first time?" I must have turned beet-red! Sarah was right there! How could I recount this story in front of her? If she had gone first, maybe it would have been easier... "Well, uh," I started, "it, uh, happened when I was nineteen-" "Nineteen!? Come on!" Christopher and John said in unison. "I have always believed in love before sex!" I explained, "I had been close at a younger age, but I never quite felt right. But this girl, Melanie... she was beautiful! And we were fully in love..." I paused for a moment to reflect on where it went wrong. It always goes wrong somewhere, but I guess we were too young to work things out. "Yes, yes, I'm sure she was beautiful and you were madly in love, get to the good part!" Christopher has absolutely no patience... "Alright, alright," I resigned myself to appeasing my friends, "well, one night we went out to a movie, some silly romantic drama that she wanted to see," I made it sound like I was bemused by it, but actually I had asked her to go, "and we enjoyed it very much, it being a tale of passion. The end was a bit pornographic really, but uh, well, Melanie was turned on by it. She, while still watching the movie, moved her hand down my body and into my pants. I looked at her and she just smiled at me. It wasn't naughty or anything, she just smiled like normal and continued doing what she was doing. With her other hand, she took mine and put it down her skirt, then winked at me. I didn't really know what to do, so I just kinda rubbed her. She was all wet down there, so I decided to be a bit more adventurous and started to finger her. She jumped a bit at this, but quickly settled down, enjoying it. We were lucky, there were few people in the theatre and we sat in the back, at her insistence. I got the crazy idea that we should actually go all the way, in the theatre. I told her so and now the naughty smile came out, with a 'sure.' I took the condom I carried in my wallet out and," I stopped for a moment, looking around the room. Everyone's eye's were fixed on me, I could see that they were enjoying my story, but Sarah... She was staring at me, like she was transfixed or mesmerized. I didn't know how to take this, so I tried to ignore it and continued with my story. "Well, we finished with our groping and play, I put on the condom and then we did it." "Well how? Like on the floor or somehow on those cramped seats?" asked Christopher. "We were in the back row, so I uh, pinned her to the wall. I stood up on the seat, she grabbed onto me and we made love right up on the wall. It was magical. We were both pleased, but I don't know if she... well never mind." "Oh man! I thought the twins were something! Now that is HOT!" exclaimed John. I blushed again. I couldn't believe I told everyone about it. Actually, I still can't believe I even did it. Out in the open like that! Ha, youth! I looked over to Sarah. Blushing, I may have been, but after sharing such a thing I felt bolder. I felt less prufrockian. So much so, that I dared be the one to ask, "Sarah, how did you lose yours?" She opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked like she was trying to say something but simply couldn't. That's how I feel whenever I talk to her... was she like that as well? "Come on! Out with it! We all shared our stories!" Christopher insisted, but not too forcefully, he was honestly curious. She looked hurt, then turned on her chair, looking away from all of us. "Oh come on! You pervert," John joked, "you listen to all our stories and keep to yourself!" I saw this as a good opportunity to get myself into Sarah's good graces. "Shut up, John. You too Chris!," he was about to open his mouth, no doubt to say something rude. I was feeling very different. I was not shy after that little outburst. Suddenly, it came to me. Seeing shyness, I was able to understand what is wrong with it. I would be prufrockian no longer! "Sarah, do you not feel comfortable telling us about your first time? If that's the case," I gave a mean look to Chris and John, "then we won't bother you and we'll all just forget about it." She looked at me, unable to speak. I could see tears coming from her eyes. What had we done? Had her first time been painful in some way? Had she been... assaulted? Oh my... what if she was still... I offered her my hand. "Come with me, we'll get you freshened up." She took it. Oh joy! Oh Bliss! To have her Divine hand touching mine! It felt like flower petals against my masculine hands, hers being so delicate. I led her to the bathroom, it was a single room for all of us, but it was kept quite clean (we would all gang up on anyone that would not keep it clean). I turned on the lights and water. "What's wrong? If you don't want to tell me, that's perfectly fine," I told her. She just sniffled, even if she wanted to tell me, she couldn't. I wiped around her eyes with a tissue, her mascara was running now, and I was careful not to smudge it more than it already was. I told her to breathe, innnn and ouuuut, innnn and ouuuut. She settled herself down, concentrating on her breaths. It was too bad she had nowhere to sit. I continued doting upon her, wiping her eyes, holding her hand (she clenched mine, actually). I finally got up the courage to hug her. She latched onto me and I was taken aback, but pleased just the same. She wouldn't let me go! I hugged her back, squeezing as I had wanted to for nearly three years. I pulled away a bit and looked at her face, just inches from mine. She had stopped crying, but a few tears were left on her face. I wiped them away with my fingers, and put my hand on her neck, with my thumb on her cheek. I stared into those innocent eyes. She looked into mine. I wonder what she saw... I know what I saw in hers. She was a virgin. Two She was able to talk now, "Dorian, what would you say if I told you... if I told you-" She couldn't get it out. I closed the bathroom door, for privacy. "Sarah, maybe what you want to say will come easier if I tell you something..." It was funny, more than unromantic, we were both unable to tell the other our feelings. "Damn it! I'm not going to wait around anymore! This is the perfect time!" I said, "Sarah, I've admired you for three years and I've been unable to talk to you because of it!" She gasped a little and kept her mouth open. She tried to say something. Nothing came out. Was this a good sign? She was still holding me. It must be a good sign. I felt her grip on me loosen. Oh no... I thought. One of her arms stayed around my mid-section, the other gripped my tie. I looked at her, confused, then she pulled me in. What I had wanted for about three years was being given. She was kissing me, and it felt Divine! I caressed her hair with one hand and held the other around her waist. We were clasped together in a love that had been screaming to come out! The passion in our every move was as strong as the sun's gravity; the relief we felt out of realization that the other had longed for this moment equally... The kiss continued for what felt like seconds, but I looked at my watch (I was caught up in the moment, but it came to me that we were still at work) and realized we had been experiencing Divinity for over twenty minutes, doing nothing more than kissing and holding. I said we had to stop, and get back to work, else everyone grow terribly suspicious. She agreed, but was clearly disappointed. We both were. "Would you like to go out to dinner after work? I know a nice-" "Yes!" she said, gave me a peck, fixed her hair up a bit and left the bathroom. I followed behind her, going back to the main room; lunch had just finished. "Whoo!" Christopher shouted, "it's the love birds! Haha, how was your time alone together?" I was about to say something like, 'mind your own business,' 'nothing like that happened!' or simply 'shut up,' but Sarah beat me to the punch; she walked over to Chris, who had a big dumb smile on his face, and slapped him. Back to her seat, she went, cool as you please! Chris exchanged confused glances with John, shrugged and picked up his phone, getting back to work. The Divine One The rest of the work day crept by, slowly, every moment filled by anticipation of the dinner with Divine Sarah. I had a smile on my face for the rest of that day; I can tell you that out of pure honesty! When the end of the day came, we packed up as normal and shut down the office. Christopher and John asked everyone if we wanted to go out to dinner with them, but Jack had plans with his wife and Christine with her boyfriend. Obviously Sarah and I turned them down. When asked why, Sarah gave John the meanest look possible! I didn't know that one with immaculate beauty and innocence could give a look like that! Needless to say, John and Chris went home, not pressing their questions towards us any further. "So," Sarah started, "where is this place you wanted to bring me?" "A little restaurant, owned by a friend of mine. I helped him invest in it, so he always reserves a seat for me. It's not much to look at from the outside, but he'll give us the seat on the roof and the best service. The night's nice enough to eat outside, don't you think?" "Oh yes! Certainly!" she answered, nervously. "You don't need to be nervous around me, Sarah. I-" I was about to say 'love you,' but decided against it, "uh, really like you!" "Really?" she asked, "it wasn't just the heat of the moment, you really like me?" "Yes! I've liked you for three years!" I insisted. This provoked a look of ease and happiness upon her visage. We walked over to our cars, "so how should we do this? I don't know where the restaurant is," she said. "Well, you can follow me, or drive with me," I offered. She came to my car and I opened the door for her. I felt a little silly, driving one as fine as her in this little Honda Civic. She deserved better. "I hope you don't mind the car, it's-" She cut me off, "it's fine! I do know where you work, and how much you make, haha. I won't judge you." (I wondered how she knew what I made and remembered she's the company's accountant). I smiled at her and pulled the car out of the parking lot. A few minutes later we were in front of Gino's, my friend's restaurant. His name isn't actually Gino, but he says, "Gino sounds more Italian than Bradley." I tend to agree. We walked into the small Italian restaurant and immediately I hear Gino, "Dorian! My friend! Oh, and who's this delicate flower?" He's always like that and persists in wearing that same white chef's uniform (he never stains it either...). Bradley walked over to her, got on his knees and kissed her hand. Standing up, he asked "will it be the roof, Dorian?" I answered in the affirmative and walked up the stairs, holding Sarah's hand. Bradley came up to the roof a moment later with a bottle of white wine in an ice bucket and two glasses. "My compliments!" he said and poured us each a glass. "What'll it be? Lasagna as usual? Or perhaps pizza? No-no-no, you're with a lady, uhh... how about," He clapped his hands together, "I start you off with some spaghetti? If you want anything else, just ask!" "That's fine by me," I looked at Sarah, "how about you?" She simply nodded and smiled, I think she was very shy around Brad, because of his strong mannerisms. "I'll be back with your orders as soon as possible!" he stated, then ran off. I didn't really know what to talk about. I mean, we never talked much together, but after three years, you get to know a person: their mannerisms, their personality, their smells, what they're like on good or bad days, even their likes and dislikes become apparent. You get to know almost everything about them... except for their history! That's what I can talk to her about! "So, Sarah," I paused for a moment, a million questions running through my head, "why don't you start the chatter of the night? I'd very much like to know about your past." And we talked and talked about this and that. She told me about her childhood, the comforts of her home, her family. We discussed the contrast between our respective gender's experiences in high-school. Brad came up with his spaghetti and placed it on the table for us while we discussed our very different experiences in gym. "Will there be anything else?" he asked us. I replied "no." Brad nodded and said that he wouldn't come up and disturb us any more, and that we would have to go down to him if we wanted anything, then he was off, hurrying back down the stairs. We had our spaghetti and continued chatting. I found her to be a simply amazing woman! I liked her before, I longed for her before and, now... I wanted to be with her forever. I know it's foolish to say so, but... words fail me... she... she's Divine! Three Our spaghetti was finished now and still we talked. She put her hands on the table and before she could withdraw them, I took hold of those fragile sunbeams. Ah, to hold her hands, how could this night get any better? We looked into each other's eyes once more. I still couldn't get over how innocent hers looked. A tiny bit of me thought that I'd take away that look of innocence, but the rest of me was displeased with this thought. What happened between us would be love-driven, that is all. she would remain the innocent lover. I kissed her hand. She closed her eyes. Why? Was this her innocence? Was she too shy to continue. I asked her, point blank, "how do you feel right now? How do you feel about me?" She looked directly into my eyes, with her orbs sharply focussed, and said, "I want you." I was dumbfounded. "W-want me?" I stuttered. I couldn't believe my ears. Had I heard her wrong? Did I misunderstand her? Was she SO innocent that she just meant she wanted a relationship? Or did she really mean... Was it the wine maybe? Or am I now the so-called innocent one? She stood up. Walked around the table and sat on my lap. "I want you to be my first," she said. I looked at her, and swallowed. My throat was so dry. I tried to talk but words leaked out of my mind before they could come out my mouth. Opening it to finally say something, she pulled me in with such vigour that I almost bit her lips! We kissed, perhaps with less passion that our first, but with more love and emotion. Was it crazy that we could love each other after just one date? I know what I feel! Of course I love her! I continued to kiss her, and revelled in her beauty. She took off my tie and started on my shirt while still kissing. I stroked her hair, that curly, red ornament, as I undid her shirt buttons with my other hand. We were both shirtless now, and she ran her fingers all along my chest and stomach, "ooh, I never knew you had abs!" she said, then started to kiss my neck. While she kissed my neck, in between the occasional shivers, I undid her bra. I've taken bras off before, and she was the virgin, not me, but still, I was shaking and kept screwing it up. She finally had to pause from her kisses and undid the bra herself, giving me a jokingly bemused look, then went right back to kissing. I rubbed her soft, silky breasts, and heard what sounded like a little coo. Her nipples were so hard, but then again, so was I. She stood up, breasts pointing out, with my hands still on them. I retracted my hands, was about to stand up with her, when she pushed the table out of the way, pulled a cushion off her chair, rested her knees on it and started to lick my navel. I knew where this was going, so I undid my belt, zipper and button. I was about to stand up and take my pants off, but I wasn't given enough time; Sarah licked down my abs and pulled down my underwear. My penis shot up instantly and nearly hit her in the face, because she was too close. She flinched, but just a tiny bit, collected herself and said, "wow, I hadn't expected it to be so large." I'm not actually that large, only seven or so inches, but it was her first time. She started by tenderly licking my penis and looking up at me. I smiled down at her, but it felt weird to have such an innocent young lady give me a blow job. She claimed to be a virgin, actually I knew she was, those eyes couldn't lie, but I had a hard time believing her now; few virgins can give head like that. She sucked on my penis, and moved her head up and down my shaft, while I held her hair out of the way. I moaned and lolled my head back, it felt so good! I didn't want it to end! But that wouldn't be fair to her, she deserved a good pleasuring too! "I'm going to come!" I warned her, but she didn't stop, she just went faster! I cried out softly and came in her mouth. She cleared my shaft with her tongue (how did she know to do that?) and swallowed. Yes, swallowed. I stared at her, I couldn't understand... "Why did you, uh, swallow that? And you didn't have to make me come right away..." I said. She gave me a sly grin, "I read that guys like it when you swallow and let them come in your mouth," I couldn't argue with that, "AND I read that a guy will last longer if he's already come recently." I knew that to be true as well. So maybe she wasn't that innocent after all, just really shy... "It's your turn," I said and smiled. I started to take things off the table, and she realized what I intended to do. She pulled of her pinstripe pants and tossed them aside, laying on the table. Now it was my turn to use the cushion. She was dripping wet already and I hadn't even touched so much as her labia yet! Her pants must have been soaked, I thought. I licked her labia to start, tasting her sweetness. I was surprised anyone could taste that sweet! What a contrast, she was forced to swallow my nasty load, and I can't get enough of hers! I sucked on any moist spots, getting all that I could of that sweet and sour liquid. She squirmed a little, almost in unison with my tongue. It was getting darker outside and there weren't any lights up here, so I had to feel my way around, with my tongue, for her clit. I found it after just a little while (I'm sure she enjoyed the wait all the same) and commenced licking it. "Ah, stop it!" she shouted, "I'm too sensitive, you can't lick directly on it!" Taking her advice, I decided to lick her clit's hood instead. She still had a hard time with this, the sensation being too much, but she endured just the same, experience the same ecstasy I had felt moments ago. She shrieked, and covered her mouth, realizing that we were out in the open. I slid two fingers up her and at this she REALLY squirmed. I continued to lick her while moving my fingers in and out. I went faster and faster. She muffled her screams of pleasure. Soon I was going as fast as possible, aware that she was about to come at any time. Then it came! Or rather she did. All over my face! She was a squirter! Who would have imagined? She kept pumping it out, all over me. I still had my pants on and they got soaked! Her juices were running down my body and my face. It was bliss! Thank god I liked her taste! "Ohh, I'm sorry," she said, after her screaming fit was over. I smiled warmly at that, "it's okay, I love your taste." She looked at me, surprised, "you do?" she asked, then slid her own fingers inside her throbbing vagina. She put them, covered in her nectar, into her own mouth, looked at me and said, "well at least you do..." We had a little laugh at this and embraced each other. "I don't actually have any condoms with me," I confessed. "That's alright," she said, "it would spoil the moment to do anymore. I love you." I looked at the Divine lady and said, "I love you too," and I meant it! "There will be plenty of time for us to have fun in the future." Four "So," she said, "can I come over to your place?" I looked at that magnificent face of hers and even in the dim lighting, I could discern her immense beauty. She sat up on the table, nipples still erect, and the moonlight hit her eyes. I could see no innocence in those spheres any longer. They were lit up with passion and when they looked at me, they filled with desire. "Well?" she asked and brought me out of the trance she had induced. "Sure," I said, "I'd love that." Just then, a crazy thought occurred to me. I had never experimented with such in the past... "uh, would you like to stop off at," I paused for a moment, unaware of what to call it, "a, uh, s-sex shop?" This was not a shy creature any longer. She realised, as had I, that shyness gets one nowhere. She laughed a little, "I'd love to! I've always wondered what those places are like." And so we put our clothes back on (both our pants being wet, but luckily their dark nature cascaded the humid areas). We arranged the table as though nothing had been moved, tucked our seats in, and went back down the stairs of Gino's. Bradley looked up at us as we came down the steps. "Um, my friends," he beckoned us over to him, "uhh... You should consider freshening up, you can use my private washroom." He pointed to a door in the back. Sarah and I looked at each other. I could see that her hair was a mess, her lipstick smudged (I could only imagine how much of it was on my face and in my pants), and sweat covered her face. We had been so caught up in the moment (and dull lighting) that we didn't realize just how sorry we looked! I laughed as I winked at Brad, thanked him and went, hand in hand, to the washroom with Sarah. We closed the door behind us and burst out laughing. Her makeup was all over both our faces, we could see so now, for the bright fluorescent lights and mirror provided sufficient vision. I smiled at her, "sit down," I offered her a footstool, "so that I may wipe the impurities from thy countenance!" "Ooh, fancy talk! I like it," she purred. I took a face-towel from the rack (I hoped Bradley kept his washroom as tidy as his kitchen), wet it, and commenced to lightly soak up the sweat. She closed her eyes and emoted, "mmmmm, the warm water feels good." the sweat may have been easy to take off, but the makeup, that was another matter (I didn't want to rub her poor, pure, pristine, face raw!). "This makeup is hard to take off... It's too bad all we have is water and hand-soap..." (the foamy kind that comes out of dispensers. It may interest you to know that it does not take of makeup much better than water). "Let me see myself," Sarah requested. I took a step back and let her study my work. "It's fine. Now it's your turn!" I was in for a surprise and I don't know what provoked it. She grabbed the towel from my hand, took my shoulders, swung me around and pushed me onto the stool. I nearly fell off, but she caught my tie, just in time. She didn't let go of it, oh no! She sat on my lap once more and pulled me in (choking me slightly, but I didn't care) for a kiss. It was so slow, but at the perfect speed. I ran my tongue all around her wet lips and she did the same for me, but added a little bite to my lip. I saw where she was going with this. I once more licked around her mouth, gave her a little bite on the lip, and then sucked on it. She had let go of my tie by this time and started to rub my throbbing penis. I thought it was only fair that I should rub her cute, pink nipples (alas, I could not see them right at this moment). Well, it was her turn for the kiss's addition and I was most certainly not disappointed by the outcome. She repeated the previous pattern, but added a little dance of lips, hers on mine, pressed together lightly, in a passionate coupling. She withdrew from the kiss for a moment to give a grin, as if to say 'try beating that!' I fully intended to. Repeating the pattern, (and enjoying the last part just as much as the first time) I now had the opportunity to give her tongue a little sucking (actually, I was so enthralled that I ended up sucking too hard). "Ow!" she cried and gave me a delicate slap. "Well, you'll have to pay for that!" "What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a naughty smile. She got off of my lap, down on her knees and unzipped my pants. My hard-on popped up (she was careful not to get hit this time), and she instantly dove onto it, sucking with all her might. I figured she was trying to hurt me, by sucking too hard, as I had done her. I let her continue, pretending that it hurt a little, while it felt amazing. She let my penis slide farther and farther into her mouth, until it was down in her throat. I REALLY hadn't been expecting this. It felt much tighter and smoother than a normal blowjob. "I'm going to come!" As soon as I said this, she bit down, hard (well not all that hard, but too hard...). "Ow!" I shouted and pulled away from her, "what did you do that fo-" Ah, so that's her game. She smiled at me and put my penis back into my pants. We finished cleaning each other off and exited the washroom. Bradley was closing up; I hadn't realized how late it was! I hoped the sex shop was open late, but we had to hurry, just in case. "Bye-," I grinned, "Gino," and with that, Sarah and I were out the door. We drove to my house, talking all the while, discussing what each of us thought we would find in the shop. We expected costumes, lingerie, jewellery, BDSM equipment, all manners of pornography, vibrators, dildos and sex dolls. That was all we really knew about (well, we didn't really know about BDSM equipment, just that they would have some in general). I finally found the shop, just two streets away from my house. I worried that people around here would recognize me, but Sarah calmed me down and assured me that even if, at 11 o'clock, someone saw us, it wouldn't matter. We, after a few minutes to collect our courage, went in (the shop was not some small shack; it was a fully developed, full sized store). We were initially greeted by an odd smell. It was a mix of latex and... spermicide, I believe. The next thing we noticed was the layout, innocent looking (if one may address pornography, sex games and naughty costumes as 'innocent') things in the first area, BDSM apparatus downstairs (a sign informed us so), various chemicals and condoms around the counter and various toys upstairs. "Can I help you?" a chubby man behind the counter smiled at us. "Uh, well, it's our first time-" I started. "Your first time?! At your age?" he asked. I blushed at this, feeling sympathy for Sarah. "Nonono. Our first time in a sex shop!" "Oh, well why didn't you say so? Well then, what are you into? Roleplaying, bondage, ooh, perhaps the little lady would like to try on our new dominatrix suit, they came in just this morning! 25% off, as it's your first time and they just came in," he offered. Sarah and I exchanged clueless expressions. "Actually uh, I think we'll just look around, ya know?" Sara said. "Sure, sure," he agreed, "take all the time you'd like, we're open 24/7! I actually get off in about an hour, do you think you will too, by that time?" he winked at us. Slightly creeped out, we went upstairs first, to survey the toys. There were sexy swing sets, things called 'bungy bumpers,' 'Zoe Sceptres,' normal dildos, vibrating condoms, and something really interesting... It was called 'Ohmibod.' upon closer inspection, I found that it was a docking station for an iPod. We inspected the box, both being very curious as to its function. I read the side of the box out loud, to Sarah. "...sophisticated new generation of vibrator that combines elegance of design with the excitement of your favourite music." I looked at her, "that sounds interesting. What do you think?" "I don't want a vibrator inside me! She came up close to me and put her hands on either side of my neck. I want you inside of me." I nodded at this, not knowing what else to do (the clerk was staring at us). "Maybe we don't really need any on this stuff then..." she said, disappointed. An idea struck me. "Well, we could get one of those lovers' games, some special condoms and uh, maybe some intimacy gel." I payed careful attention to her as I said this. I wanted her body-language to tell me what I wanted to know. Five We walked out of the shop a few minutes later and headed to my home (oh yes indeed we had shopping bags with us). We arrived shortly, entered my humble abode (a small bungalow) and quickly settled down on the couch (I closed the blinds first). The Divine One We layed down together, spooning and just enjoying each other's presence. I nibbled at her left ear and licked the right, which sent a little shiver down her spine. "So, a good haul, eh?" I asked. "Yes, I can't wait to try that stuff out!" she all but shook with anticipation. I sat up (what it a pity it was that I could not hold her AND open the bags) and took the first bag in hand. "Ah," I said, "this is the game for us to play." I looked into the next bag, "oh and here's our ribbed condoms, and intimacy gel." "Umm, I meant to ask before," Sarah started, "what is intimacy gel?" I chuckled, "It's a warming gel for our... sensitive areas. This one is supposedly 'sweet to taste,' according to the label." I took the third and last bag. "Here's your present, milady," I said as I offered her the bag. She already knew what was in it, of course. "I'll go put it on," she said. She went into my room to get changed, then came out a few minutes later (I'm sure women make men wait on purpose) with the cute black négligée on. "We should start with the board game! And gradually get hotter and hotter..." she almost whispered the last part. I smiled, "I wouldn't have it any other way." She sat down next to me and I gave her a light kiss on the forehead, then her lips. We opened up the game's package. 'Sex-Opoly' it read. "Sex-Opoly, that's really original," I grumbled. "Oh don't be so negative. How do we play?" She asked. I looked at the instructions, "place your piece on the 'Ho' space. I guess that's like 'Go?' Blah, blah, blah... Ok, so it's basically Monopoly with suggestive names and the uh, railroads all go to 'heaven.' oh I see, you have to take an Erotic Chance card every time you land on a railroad, chance or chest space." "You mean community chest?" she asked. "Nope," I said, "it just says chest." I glanced at the board, the spaces were cartoon breasts... I hoped that the game would cease to be so...cheesy. We associated ourselves with the layout of the board and started to play. Sarah started the game (our pieces were mini-dildos, mine was orange, hers red) and rolled double sixes. "Yippe!" She said. I admired her ability to let loose and act childish like that, while being serious and mature at the same time. She moved her piece 1...2...3... up to 12 and landed on the vibrator factory. "I'll buy it!" she announced, looking proud that she was to be the first property owner. "Actually," I started to correct her, "it doesn't work that way in this version. I'll check the instructions." I did so and grinned as I looked up at her. "You have to pay me, or I get to use the mini-vibrator that comes with the game on you!" "I don't want you to get that far right away! I'll pay you," she glanced at the dollar value on the space, "here, $150." I took the money and pretended to be disappointed (I wasn't, I wanted this to last as well. I wanted to savour every second). We played on, getting the odd erotic card and paying each other for sexual favours based on the quality of property we landed on (Whoredwalk aka. Boardwalk was a wild card, owned by the divine beauty). Most of the cards were silly, "kiss your lover for thirty seconds, then stop and look at each other. If you kiss again, the initiator of the kiss must pay the other $500," or "give your lover a massage. They must pay you $50 dollars per minute or give you a massage in return for twice as long." There were even a few really romantic cute ones, like, "write your lover a poem. If they like it, collect $500." I was the one to drew this card and wrote my little blossom this miniature poem: "Thy fairness is unmatched, thine features radiant. A kiss for thee, I doth reserve. Permit me, wilt thou, to give of it?" She thought it was really cute (I still find it sappy) and gave me the kiss I had asked for. The way in which the kiss was given was very ceremonial, she had me kneel and gave me her hand. I kissed it, then moved along her arm, up her neck and finally onto her dramatically puckered lips. The Erotic Chance cards were getting more sexual and less romantic after a few short turns more. I landed on a Chest space and drew a card, "Bid for oral sex." Sarah laughed at this one. "1000$!" she shouted. "1001." I said. She slapped me (lightly of course), "that's not allowed, the smallest bills are $50!" "1050!" I said, with joking enthusiasm. She gave a disdainful sigh. "Fine, you win, you have more money than me anyway." She pulled off my pyjama-bottoms and started to lick my penis. "Well, if you don't want to, you don't have to... yet," I said. She smiled at me, gave it a little kiss and rolled the dice for her turn. We kept on this way for what must have been two hours (we paused twice for coffee), licking, touching, rubbing, kissing, thrusting, teasing and even a little dancing. Some of the cards showed Kama-Sutra positions that we had to emulate for a few minutes, to collect money from the bank. Sarah refused to do any of the anal ones (which I didn't mind in the least). If you are wondering if any of this hurt her, the answer is not much, she may have been a virgin only a few hours ago, but she confessed that she had a dildo to train with. I was close to winning now, all she had left was Whoredwalk and Pimp Place, each with a hoe-tell. If I landed on either of them, I would be forced to do anything she wanted or she could allow me to make her do anything I wanted. Anything! But in return, the receiver of the acts had to pay for the privilege. She managed to avoid all my property, but was forced to go to jail. There are mandatory conjugal visits in this jail... She layed down on her back, closed her eyes and stayed completely limp. "Please me!" she ordered. I was happy to oblige. I crawled over to her and started to nuzzle her neck, but then a lightbulb came on above my head. I started to tickle her, relentlessly. This forced her to spring up. "S-s-st-stop it! hahah! I mm-mean it!" she stuttered. "Never!" I said. This would be her punishment for being so lazy. Ordering me to do all the work, and HER being the one in jail! "Okay! Okay!" she said, "I'm sorry!" I stopped the tickle torrent. "I was going to give you a blow job after you pleased me, but now..." "Now you're still going to!" I waved two $500 bills in front of her. She grabbed them, hastily. "Whatever you say," she purred. With a naughty smile, she took my penis in hand and immediately started to suck it. "Mmm," she moaned. I was speechless, or soundless rather, this time. I lolled my head back and gave into the silky pleasure. A few delight-filled minutes later, I mumbled, "I'm coming." She sucked harder and moved her head faster. That old feeling of bliss warmed my groin and made its way through my whole body. I fell back, limp. She made a swallowing sound, but purposely put extra emphasis on it, turning me on again, already (she had that strong an affect on me). It was my turn to roll the dice. Eleven. I landed on Pimp Place! What would that nymph have me do? "Oooo! Oh man, I'm gonna savour this. Wait while I think of three things for you to do. Actually," she looked away from me, "you can give me face while I think of two more things for you to do!" she sat on the couch and tossed a pillow onto the ground. "On your knees!" she commanded, "no lying down!" I obliged the princess. She was leaky as a faucet, with her sweet juices staining my couch. I didn't mind, I'd just turn the cushion around and be reminded of our Divine night together whenever I would see the spot. Some of her erotic nectar ended up in my mouth and on my tongue; it was Divine. She squeaked and squealed with delight as my tongue wriggled in and out and around her. She said, "stop. I know what I want you to do now. You can start off by letting me ride you, in your bedroom. With 'intimacy gel' slathered on and use the special ribbed condoms, of course." She laughed a little. "I'll have the gel on, but you'll be covered, haha!" she taunted me. I knew it was true, but I didn't care; being inside her was pleasure enough for me. I put the condom on and rubbed the gel all over her, even inside. She pushed me down onto the bed, full force, and raised her voice, "now shut up and don't move or I'll," she paused for a moment, "make you jack-off to pictures of men!" This threat scared me quite a bit, so I did as she told me. She got on me and started to hop up and down, with her breasts bouncing up and down. It was very hard to not reach up and touch them, and it was even harder to resist thrusting into her. It was relaxing though; I didn't need to do any work. She moved faster now and I was lucky the gel and ribs made it easier for her to come, otherwise I might have lost it. She whimpered now, in such joy. "Ah! Ahhhh!" she screamed, but continued to thrust, faster, faster! (I felt like this was cheating; all I had to do was lay there with my penis erect and she loved it!) Her eyes rolled back in her head and she came all over my bed sheets. "Oh my god! That was... amazing!" she said, panting. We were drenched, her in sweat and me in her secretions. "You know, the game's over when we finish my last order, 'cause I don't have enough money to pay for all this!" She collapsed next to me, exhausted (but only for the moment, I hoped). We embraced and kissed lovingly. These were love kisses: sweet, opposed to the spicy ones we enjoyed earlier that night. Night? It was 3:17! "It's 3:17! We'll be too tired for work tomo-" she put a finger on my lips. "Don't worry about work, not now," she said. I agreed. "So... what was the last thing you wanted me to do?" I asked. I kept from coming so I could enjoy the finale to its fullest. She came close to me, I assumed for a kiss, but she went past my lips to my ear and whispered her last request of the night. I stared at her. I couldn't believe it. The transformation she underwent... it was far greater than mine. I blushed. I nodded to her and we put away the game. Six She put her clothes back on, now that they had dried. I put on a fresh outfit and put a condom in my pocket. We walked, hand in hand, out my front door and into my car. She wanted to ride on my lap, but I advised against it and she sat in the passenger seat. We drove, for half an hour, to find the nearest all-night-theatre (if you still do not know what we intended on, perhaps you should look back, to where I described how I lost my virginity). We payed for our tickets and entered the popcorn-smelling theatre. There were a dozen people in the cinema (what kind of people were these, I initially thought, but realised I shouldn't judge...). We took a seat right in the back, but there was a light on in this part of the theatre, so we were haloed by a dim glow, bright enough so that we could be recognized. It only added to the excitement. We had cooled down for quite a while now, so we were tingling with anticipation (or at least I was). The movie started, it was a B-movie about some kind of lost talisman that could destroy the world, unless in the proper hands, yadda, yadda, that old story. We settled (or perhaps resigned ourselves) down to the movie. During the long boring speeches (with poor acting) we made out, but I'll admit, there were a few good action scenes that I had to watch (I AM a man, after all). Forty-five minutes into the movie, I just couldn't take it any longer (I don't know how I lasted that long, even). I quickly undid her belt (it was too bad she wasn't wearing a skirt) and pulled her pants down, part of the way, then did the same for myself. I was so turned on that I almost forgot the condom! After putting it on, I lifted the Divine being up, pushed her seat into the upright position, stood where it had once been, placed her against the wall, and penetrated her. She grabbed onto me, with her arms around my neck and her heels resting on my ass. I thrust while holding her and we'd get a kiss in every now and then. It was magical! It was better than my first time! She let out a little shrill noise that might have been part of a larger scream. It was enough. Twelve or so pairs of eyes turned onto us. I turned around, still holding Sarah. They were staring at us and I was too shocked to move. "Yeah! Alright!" one of them shouted. The others started to clap and said things like, "that's the way!" and "show that bitch who's boss!" I was paralysed. Luckily, Sarah was not, "lets give them a show! One better than this crappy movie!" I was reinvigorated now, with a mission! I pressed her up against the wall again (probably too hard, but she didn't complain) and thrust away! The crowd was clapping in unison now, chanting, "do her! Do her! Do her!" I was thrusting to the rhythm now, and when the crowd realized this, they sped up their claps. It was incredible! It was astounding! Simply unbelievable! I went in and out in and out, not afraid to grunt or moan anymore. She still held tight, moaning, gasping and occasionally shrieking. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she announced for the audience to hear. She was indeed, I could feel her dripping down my leg. The spectators changed their chant, "come! Come! Come!" A few seconds later (a dozen thrusts later) we were both coming. It was different to come while standing up; I almost fell down, as I was already straining my legs and the orgasm was just so strong! We kissed and I managed a few final thrusts before I couldn't stand it any longer. We sank to the closest seat, Sarah still in arms. We smiled at each other. There was roaring applause, and I had only just realised that there were many more people there now; their friends had informed them of the spectacle. I looked down at the faces of those who had initially spurred us on. "Christopher!?" I shouted. "The one and only! I just KNEW you guys were fucking in the bathroom!"