5 comments/ 41110 views/ 11 favorites Wishin' By: robertreams Jason wandered through dense woods. He came often to this place to think. He had finals coming up, but wasn't greatly concerned. His ability to pass almost any test had brought him this far. He was a junior at an ivy league school at only eighteen. No, academics were not Jason's problem. In his rarefied scholastic world, Jason had no friends under thirty and no female friends at all. The lack of female friends, of romance, of sex was the heart of his problem. Jason was a virgin. Oh, how he hated that word! Certainly he was at least satisfactory in most regards. He was 5'11", in moderately good shape, so deeply tanned as to almost hide his freckles. His unkempt shock of flaming red hair and intense blue eyes were attractive to most. His dick, while not gargan-tuan, was hefty enough. Oh how ardently he wished he could display the confidence he saw in other men. Jason was shy. Intensely shy. He had skipped one year of grade school, one year of junior high and his senior year of high school. He had been in "gifted school" all through school, so he lacked all the social graces. He did not know anything about current music. He had almost never watched TV. His favorite topics of conversation were so intellectual that "normal" people avoided him. Jason came out to these woods several times a week to think. He wished he could quit school. Maybe if he got a normal job, say at McDonald's, he could learn to meet people, meet girls, that is, women. He was experiencing problems lately that threatened his comfortable academic standing. On his last test in Medieval Literature, he had gotten a "C", the first of his life. The reason for his diminished performance was an erection that had lasted throughout the entire one hour class. In any other situation, he would have rushed to the bathroom and quickly masturbated the problem away. But in this particular class he sat at the back. He would have had to pass nearly every student in class, the large bulge in his trousers clearly visible at eye level to everyone, especially Laurel Parnell. Demons from hell could not have dragged Jason past her in his erect condition. So he had sat, suffered. And nearly failed an easy quiz. Laurel was everything Jason wished for in a woman. She could keep up with him intellectu-ally, hold her own in a class of highly compet-itive males. And she was beautiful. Her long golden hair hung past her shoulders. When she moved a certain way, her hair, like upside down quotation marks, brushed the curve of both her ample breasts. Oh, how many times he had been unsuccessful at not looking there. Her eyes were blue, the color of a robin's egg. Her waist was slim, her hips wide and ample. Her lilting voice rang with melody. Freckles like his ran in a milky way from one cheek to the other across the bridge of her pert nose. She always wore very short skirts. Another wave of freckles ran up her inner thighs, beyond which his imagination often wandered, but never his eyes. Any chance of a relationship of any sort between them was out of the question. She was twenty-two, nearly twenty-three. He had hacked into the student records to find out. He had only turned eighteen last week. He could discourse at length on Astrophysics, or Middle English poetry, but could not speak a word to Laurel. Once, he had tried. It had taken him months to work up the courage. His intent was merely to ask her to share coffee in the student union after class. She stood there, looking glorious, like a vision from another world, like a Raphael angel. He approached her. She had turned. "Oh, hi Jason," she had said. He opened his mouth, but nothing would come out. His vocal chords simply would not work in her presence. Jason had turned, walked hurriedly away. He knew he had looked the fool, standing there gaping, mouth working like a fish out of water. And so, he often wandered alone in these lonely woods. In this place he had no worries: no social graces to worry about, no inane chatter to try to invent, no shyness to overcome, no fear of women to make him tremble. To be in these woods meant freedom, even a sort of power; the power to dream, to wish. As Jason hiked along an unfamiliar well- trampled track that hinted of deer, he heard sounds a short distance away. Human sounds. Sounds of young people having fun. As he contin-ued down the path, he drew closer to the party sounds. He could judge how close he was to the revelry by the volume of the screams and laughter. Soon he knew he was very close. He sidled up to a very large boulder and peered around. About one hundred and fifty yards away, several dozen young people, probably from the college, swam and cavorted in an abandoned gravel pit. In the Mid-west where Jason lived, such places were common, but this was the first he had seen since coming east. When those extracting gravel and sand and rock from a deep pit struck an underground stream, a man-made freshwater lake was created. Often these bodies of water were very dangerous, extremely deep with sheer sides. However, almost all had a gradually sloping beach in the area where the heavy equipment had once driven into the pit. On this sandy slope, dozens of towels and blankets were spread. Curious, Jason worked his way closer and closer to the lake, staying among the rocks to avoid detection. Moving quietly among the rocks required Jason's full attention, so it wasn't until he was about forty yards from the students that he looked again. For a moment he was shocked. They were swimming nude, 'skinny dipping' they called it. Jason, of course, had never 'skinny dipped'. But he had read about it. In fact, Jason could not remember ever having been naked in view of another person, or seen another person nude. His eyes wandered over the various forms of human bodies present. Some were plump, some gaunt, some seemed almost perfectly formed. He saw breasts of many different shapes and sizes, took his time comparing them. He discovered he preferred his breasts round and plump. He was particularly fond of breasts with large dark aureoles and nipples that stood out sharply. He saw women's genitals for the first time. He noticed one girl in particular that looked a bit like Laurel, with long, flowing blonde hair and an exciting body. Her female center was covered with a downy golden carpet. Observing the dark secret line that divided that carpet made Jason's face flush hotly. He discovered he was also fond of the male body. Here he observed even more variety. Those who displayed any fat, showed almost no penis. Some of the boys had very tiny penises. Most penises, he was surprised to learn, seemed smaller than his. He saw only one as long and heavy as his own. He noticed also that only one of the other boys sported a foreskin like his. The nudity of others excited him: the way girls' breasts swayed softly with their body movements, nipples that hardened from the cold water or from another's touch, penises that flopped and flapped or swayed heavily from side to side, or enlarged and stood out or up, straight and strong, then shrunk again. Jason's jeans seemed suddenly too tight. His cock was growing, filling. He pushed down hard on the front of his slacks with the flat of his hand, though he knew this action would not alleviate his erection. Jason knew he should not be watching the nude swimmers from afar. He was sure it would have been far more appropriate to strip off his clothes and join them, than to skulk behind rocks and watch. But that would be impossible. No circumstance Jason could imagine would induce him to go anywhere near the swimmers. Yet he could not leave, would not look away. He was mesmerized and horribly excited. The pressure in his jeans became unbearable. He unsnapped the top, zipped down the zipper, fumbled inside the stupid double flap of his briefs, and finally freed his penis from its confines. It leaped out, bobbing as if sniffing the afternoon air. A young boy and girl, Jason guessed they were freshmen about his age, joined hands and walked away from the other swimmers, obviously looking for a place to be alone. To his amazement they moved toward where he stood concealed among the rocks. He prepared to flee, but the couple found a sandy spot, surrounded by reeds and wild iris, about ten yards from Jason. The young woman spread a blanket she had been carrying and laid on it, reaching up to encourage her lover to join her. For a moment everything stood still, like a tableau in a theater. The girl lay with her legs slightly spread, toes toward Jason. Her skin was fair, alabaster white against the navy blue of the blanket. Her hair was dark, above and below. Her eyes had the faintly almond shape of the oriental. Her waist was tiny, but her breasts were cantaloupe sized, with large brown aureoles and tight wrinkled nipples. So close was she that Jason could plainly see a few drops of fluid on her vaginal lips, gleaming in the sun. The young man remained standing over her, looking down on her with love and lust in his eyes. He too had a beautiful body, thin but not excessively so, with tight pecs and a rippled belly and tight rounded buttocks over powerful looking legs. His pink, well-formed, circumcised penis, stood out from his lithe young body, half erect, slightly curved as if pointing down at her. From the tip of his organ, also, a tiny shimmering drop of fluid hung suspended. Jason held his breath. He wanted to flee, but dared not. Being discovered 'peeping' would bring about his ultimate humiliation. Instead of lying beside his petite lover, the young man knelt beside her, blocking her face from view. However, Jason was able to infer their actions from what he could observe. The girl's tiny hands came into view. They grasped her lover's butt cheeks and pulled him toward her. Jason knew she had taken the young man's penis into her mouth, an act he had heard of, had often wished for during his frequent solitary masturbation. The zipper of his jeans pinched painfully into the base of Jason's dick. He pushed the offending garment to his knees. His cock was painfully erect, heavy and pendulous, pointing up along his belly, almost to his navel. Involuntarily, he closed his fist over his aching member. Softly he stroked himself, spurred on by the moans coming from the young man below. The velvet-like texture of his foreskin slipped wetly on and off the bulging red head of his dick. Jason continued stroking himself as the young man below moved his hips forward and back, obviously holding the girl's head in his hands, thrusting strongly into her mouth. Jason could plainly hear the sounds of her gagging, yet she continued. The young man's cries grew louder, more desperate. He and Jason were both about to come. The girl reached to remove her lovers hands, took her mouth from his rampant cock, roughly grabbed his head and drew his face down between her legs. Jason's motion on himself ceased. Oh how he had longed to plunge his face into a willing woman. Oh how often he had wished to hear the sounds that now emanated from the writhing girl below. He wondered what she would taste like, the girl of his wishes, what she would smell like, but he could not imagine. Slowly he began again to manipulate his aching penis. "Hi, whatcha doin?" came a voice behind him. He fumbled to stuff himself back into his jockeys and pull up his pants. He stood guiltily, awaiting humiliation, perhaps worse, his shirttail half in, half out of his pants. He was afraid to turn around, afraid it might be the cops. Below, the naked couple heard his noisy scrambling, gathered up their blanket and fled rapidly back toward the beach. The voice behind him spoke again, "Well are you gonna just stand there with your back to me or are you gonna face me?" Slowly he turned, his face blood red from embarrassment. "You, you. . . but how. . .but I. What are you doing here?" "Silly. What do you think? I followed you here." "What do you mean? You. . .followed me? Why?. . . How.? . . What?" Laurel took three steps forward and planted a kiss on his lips. "You are so cute, so shy. You are a virgin aren't you Jason?" "How do you. . . I mean, what do you mean? That's none of your. . ." Jason stopped when he realized he had already answered her question. He took three deep breaths to clear his head somewhat. "What are you doing here?" "I told you I followed you here." "But what's, but why? Oh geez?" "Okay, let's start over. Here, Jason, sit right here on this rock. Take a minute to get yourself together. Don't talk. Don't ask questions. Just sit there for a few minutes." He sat. He waited. Questions whirled through his head, but his colossal embarrassment finally subsided somewhat. He started to speak. She stopped him with a finger across his lips. "Don't speak. Listen. About three weeks ago I saw you in class. You were so good-looking with your bright red hair and those bedroom eyes. I remember you tried to speak to me. But you couldn't. It was then I realized how shy you were. I logged in the school computer to get the 411 on you. That's when I discovered that you were some kind of genius, only eighteen. You were so shy, so uncomfortable around women. I figured you couldn't be the kind of asshole I usually end up with." "But I. . ." "Shush before I change my mind. So on that day, the one when you found it so hard to talk to me. That is the day I decided." She pauses a long time. Waits. "Aren't you gonna ask what I decided?" "I thought I wasn't allowed to talk." "See what I mean? You are so perfect!" "Okay. Decided what?" "That was the very moment I decided to fuck you." "Huh?" Laurel laughs outright, big peals of genuine laughter. Jason, of course, blushes crimson once again. "Well, are you gonna kiss me or not?" "No. I mean, yes, I mean. . . Darn it! Are you gonna tell me what's goin' on or not?" "Okay. For somebody so smart, you sure can be really stupid about some things. I saw you in class there, for like a month. I was impressed. Not only did you always have the right answer, but your explanations were always so concise and easy to understand. You make Medieval times easy to understand. And that ain't easy. Plus, you are so good looking. All that red hair. I can't look at that flaming head of yours without wondering if your other hair, you know, down there, is as red. I looked deep in your eyes and they beam with intelligence and empathy. I decided I wanted to meet you, to get to know you. I tried to send you body messages, eye messages. I even saw that they were working, getting you interested, but your own shyness kept you from acting, you were so shut down. I was about ready to ask you out on a date. But then you came up to me and were so shy, so uptight, I sensed there was no way to get through. So I set up a plan. Basically, I started stalking you. I have followed you into the woods five times now. Somehow I never thought the time was just right. That is until today. I finally caught you with your pants down, so to speak." She giggles. "You aren't ashamed to even be with me?" "Why should I be ashamed? I didn't do anything except follow you here and watch you. Besides, it was nice to see you have some interest in sex. For a little while I thought you might be sexless." "Me? Sexless? Hah! If people only knew." "Apparently so," Laurel says, pointing over his shoulder. "No well, that was just a. . . a . . . accident. I just happened to. . ." "It doesn't matter at all Jason. Forget it. Just kiss me." "But I. . ." "Jeez," she says, stepping forward and planting her lips on his. He has never done this before. He throws his arms around her and crushes her to him. His hand closes roughly around her breast. "Laurel," he breathes, "Laurel." "Ho Ho, easy tiger," She laughs. "Slow down a bit. Don't you have any speeds but off and fast? Here, take my hand and walk me back to campus. Do you have a room? You know, a place where we can go?" "Well, gee, hum, I suppose I could ask my roommate to, well, but then he would know that you, that we, uh. . . I don't know." "That's okay. Hold on a minute." She pulls out her cell, dials with one hand, still holding his with the other. "Hello? Oh Charlene. I'm glad I got you. Listen do you think you could let me have the room for a couple hours?" She looks over at Jason whose eyes are wide. "How about for the whole night. Do you think you could. . . Oh really? Oh that would be great Charlene. Yup. Yes, I finally got him. I think. Thanks, I might need it. Great Charl, I owe ya one. Yeah, call me in the morning before ya come back, 'k. Love ya, bye." "That was my roommate Charlene. You heard? She's gonna disappear for the night so we can have the room. So whad'ya think? You wanna spend the night? Or you got something better to do than be with me?" No immediate answer is forthcoming. "Well, come on, speak up?" "L, L, L... Laurel. I would be happy to, to, to, ... b, b, be with you." "Good, now kiss me again." This time Jason moves slowly, puts his arms around her and draws her close, turns his face so they don't bump noses. and presses his lips firmly on hers. Her lips are firm and moist and warm. She responds appropriately, warmly, runs her arm around his waist and draws him against her, continues the kiss. Instantly, Jason is uncomfortably hard. Her breasts against his chest, her hips tight against him, against his hardness, overwhelm him and he nearly swoons. She breaks the kiss, turns and takes his hand again. He almost stumbles at the start, but soon they are walking together, their joined hands swinging forward and back between them in rhythm to their steps. The walk to her dorm takes about fifteen minutes. As they walk, Jason is mostly silent, listening. He is afraid if he speaks, the dream will be shattered and she will disappear. Laurel, on the other hand is lively, talkative, chattering on about this and that, commenting on the simple things they pass. Under the brash exterior, she is apprehensive. She has never been so forward with a boy. She hopes this is not all a big mistake. "Well," she says to herself, "lord knows when it comes to men I have made some lulus." She doesn't see a way, even if Jason doesn't work out, that he could be as bad as Michael, the friggin' jerk who hit her, ONCE, or Jack, who pawned all of her stuff to go off with that blonde waitress. "See that? That park bench over there? That's where I lost my virginity," she blusters, trying to seem more in command. Jason can only bring himself to comment, "Oh?" "Terrible," she says. Jerk came in about five seconds and left me panting. He was done for the night. I said to myself. 'Is this all there is?' Next day, he didn't see any problem, thought he'd been to heaven. I called him and dumped him over the phone." Her talk of another guy with her, in her, no matter how unsatisfactorily, makes Jason slightly angry, destroys his hard-on. He stops. "You gonna talk about other guys the whole time we are together?" Jason quips. "No I. . . I'm sorry Jason, I'm a little nervous." "You're nervous?" "I'm sorry, really I am. I always talk too much. Everybody says so. You can ask Charlene." They have been standing face to face, paused in their jouney to hell or paradise. Jason can barely breathe thinking of what may come next. His hardness returns. "Laurel," he says, his voice halting, but suddenly deep, "You take my breath away." "Huh?" she says, not very romantically. "You are so, so incredibly beautiful." "Oh, there it is," she says, pointing to her dorm. Though holding Laurel's hand is nearly enough to make him come,Jason's erection has by now partially subsided. He is mostly able to think and speak rationally, but is completely taken aback by the ease with which she has referred to her deflowering. He wonders if he will ever have the ease and comfort with things sexual that Laurel displays. Wishin' Laurel leading, they take a short cut across the college commons, heading for her dorm as the crow flies. About half way across, she stops, turns to him and says, "What are you thinking of right this second?" "I, er, uh. . ." "No fair. Cheating. No thinking. You have to answer without thinking. That's the whole point of the game." "Okay, but its hard for me. . ." "Well, I hope it's hard for me, too." "You, you, you are so, so frustrating. I don't know what to think or feel. You've got me so confused. Just stop a second. One thing at a time. What I was thinking was how wonderful it is going to be to see you naked." He smiles, gaining a bit of confidence. " For Months I have been fantasizing about that line of freckles on your thighs, thinking about where they lead. And now I think I am going to find out. And what a great voyage of discovery this is going to be." "Wow, Jason! That's the most I've ever heard you say at one time, except for schoolwork. And how poetic, how romantic. 'A voyage of discovery' of my body, I like that." She turns him to face her, cocks her head in question. "Yes I think maybe this is gonna turn out alright. Cummon" "Not s,s,s,so fast. It's your turn. What are you thinking right now?" "Oh no, I ain't tellin' you that." "Ha. Cheater." "Yup, that's me. Maybe I'll tell you later. Cummon." She turns and runs toward her dorm building. Jason, deciding he would be an idiot to think he had any choice, runs after her. The dorm is "open", she doesn't have to sneak him up like the girls still had to at some schools, yet she is careful who sees them as they make their way to room 523. Once inside, Laura steps close, puts her soft full lips against his and unbuttons his shirt. She puts the flat of her hand on his chest, running her fingers through his sparse red chest hair. "Umm," she says, "almost hairless. I like." He is instantly, achingly hard. For a moment he is light headed. "Cummon man, pull it together," he admonishes himself. Laurel breaks their kiss, reaches for his hand, leads it to the top of her blouse. He unbuttons the first button, his fingers graze the soft swell of her breasts. His cock pumps a small wet spot onto the inside of his jockeys. Quickly he undoes the remaining buttons. She shrugs the tiny bit of diaphanous material from her shoulders. It floats to the floor revealing a baby blue bra outlined in fine Irish lace. Laurel turns her back to him, giggling. The task before him seems, at first insurmount-able, but he quickly learns the secret of bra hooks and fumbles only slightly. He holds his breath as she turns. He can only gaze open- mouthed at the wonder of her young pert breasts. She places both his palms against her nipples, firm amidst a forest of tiny bumps. He sighs deeply as he rotates his palms. His cock pumps again. She pushes the shirt from his back, caresses his shoulders. Unbidden, he bends to take one erect nipple between his lips. A deep shudder runs through her. "Oh god," she says, grabbing the back of his head and pulling his face hard against her. Jason is becoming bolder now, his hesi-tancy drowned in a sea of testosterone. He doesn't bother trying to undo her skirt, but hooks his thumbs in the material and pushes down. Her skirt puddles at her feet. He kneels to free her feet, and sees the great wonder of a small wet spot on the front of her panties, smells the delicious aroma of her hot femininity. His head reels. He can not wait longer now. Somewhat roughly, hands shaking, he slides her dainty blue panties over her luscious hips to join her skirt in the puddle. Jason kneels before her for a moment, as if worshipping before an idol. Her pubic hair, though ample and tightly curled, is fair, the golden fleece that holds for Jaso the mysteries of the universe within its folds. Laurel reaches down to him. Urges him to stand. "Not yet, lover," she says, "later." He stands, not sure what comes next. Should he drop his pants right here, right now, or would that be offensive? Does she really want him to display his nasty dripping penis? He wishes ardently he had the experience, the know-ledge to sweep her away to ecstasy. As it is, he can only follow. "You want to lie down?" Laurel asks. She moves to her bed and sits on the edge, holding out her arms to him. "Ahhh, yes, please." Jason's knees are weak. "Uh. Like, uh, this?" Jason asks, gesturing at his belt, "or. .?" "Here, let me help you with those," Laurel says, hooking her fingertips over his waistband and pulling him to her. With a few deft movements of her fingers, his pants fall. His Jockeys follow quickly. He steps close. His cock plants a wet kiss on her left breast. He jerks away as if burned, afraid he has offended, but she draws him back. "It's okay Jason. It's all okay, baby. Everything's fine." She scoots back on the bed and lies flat on her back, reaching for him. He joins her, lying beside her. Tentatively he runs his palm over her body, reveling in the feel of her yielding flesh. She reaches to take his hot hard penis in her tiny fist. "Oh" he cries out. "Did I hurt you?" Laurel asks, drawing her hand away quickly. "Nuh, no. It, that, feels . . wondrous." "Oh, good, Jase. It's okay if I call you Jase, huh? You want me to talk, is that okay? Or should I just shut up?" "Right now, Laurel, you can do anything you like, say anything you like, except stop." "I like the feel of your 'thing', your 'dick', Jason. It feels so hard, but so soft. So firm yet so smooth. I wanted to see if you'd let me touch you 'there'. Some guys don't like it." "Believe me Laurel, I like it just fine." "Want me to do anything special?" "Well, uh, yeah, er, there is somethin' er, I'd like to ask. A couple things, actually." "Laurel is grinning, wondering what he could possibly ask for that she hasn't done." Jason rises up on his elbow to look more directly at her face. "Look I know you must think I am just a silly virgin who doesn't know anything. And, and , wait . . don't say nothin' okay. Yo know, and I know, that I don't know anything. But I am not stupid. And I have read a lot. So I do know some things. And, and, and. . ." His voice stumbles, his mind searching for thoughts he has never had. "I don't just want to, you know 'get my rocks' off like some, or maybe most guys want, at least that's what I've read. I could, like, you know do that with, er, myself, my hand. So Iwant. . . I want you to teach me. I want to go slow and have you tell me what to do, what you like and don't like." Laurel has a lump in her throat. Is this guy for real? "You said 'a couple of things'. What else?" "I want. . ." Now Jason is blushing all over his body, his skin nearly as red as his hair. " You'll think I'm stupid." "No I won't. Let's make a pact, you and me, for however long we will be together, whether that is just for today or forever, that neither of us will ever hold back saying something to the other becaue we think it might sound, 'stupid' or 'funny' Okay?" "You got a deal." Jason says, reaching to shake her hand. "No," she says, "This kind of a deal you close with a kiss." As she rolls part way atop him to lightly kiss his lips, her breasts brush across him. Jason almost forgets what he wanted to say, then remembers. "I want to see," and now he really is blushing, "you, your, . . ." "Pussy." she says. "Say it Jase. Try it. Pussy!" "Yes, I want to, to, to see your, uh, your, thing, er, uh, pussy. Really see it. I mean I can see it now, sort of, but not really." "Why don't you turn around and get closer?" As he turns, she spreads her legs wider and invites him inside the vee. He lifts his hand. Laurel immediately reaches to take his hand, places his palm on her mound. "You know, Jase, I've been with, well let's just say 'several' men. Not a single one has ever expressed a desire to look at me, at my pussy." "Well, jeez, I mean I never, well how am I s'posed to, if I, well, I mean. . . I've seen in books and some movies but I never really have seen, you know. And I just wanted to, you know, to uh, see. But, that's okay, I don't have to. . . I can just. . .or we could. . . later." "I meant that I thought it was sweet of you to be so curious. Here. . ." She takes his hand in hers, guides his fingers to her outer lips. A thin line of her femine dew moistens the dark line down her center. "Feel that, Jason. Run your fingers through that." She guides them. " Feel me wet, Jase. That means I am getting ready for you. For your cock. Come closer, bring your face closer. Use both your hands, Jason, spread my lips open with your fingers. Easy, slow. Gentle, Jase. That's it. Here, let me help." Jason is holding her outer pussy lips open with his thumbs, watching carefully as laurel's inner lips swell into view. Using the tips of both index fingers, Laurel gently draws back the skin covering her clitoris. "See that Jason, that's my clit, my clitoris, the most sensitive spot on a woman's body. When you learn to manip-ulate a woman 'there' the right way, you will have mastered the art of lovemaking." "Can I, I mean, is it okay, to, to touch it?" "Carefully, gently." He releases her outer lips. Oh so gently he touches the red bud with the pad of his right index finger. "Is that it? Is that your clit?" "Yes honey that's it. Now slide your finger around a bit, rub it more on the right side, that's where I rub it." "You rub it? Yourself?" "Well of course I do Jason. I know you rub yourself, I saw you, remember." "Yeah but jeez, a girl? Doing that?" Laurel laughs. To Jason it is the lilting sound of life and love. "I think you'd be very surprised at the thngs girls do." "Is this right? Like this?" "Oh yes, oh god yes! A bit harder. There! Oh!" Laurel's hips are thrusting against his hand involunarily. Jason is impressed with himself. He leans closer, watches her outer lips open, the inner lips begin to swell and blosson like an incredible blood red rose. He moves closer still. Only inches separate him from her dripping pussy. Suddenly Laurel grasps the back of Jason's head with both hands and pulls his face hard into her wet pussy. Jason is stricken,astounded, en-thralled by the hot dampness oozing from her onto his face. The fetid odor of her femnine center, at first repels him; he nearly pulls away. But he feels her fingetips spreading her lips as before, feels her hard little nub agaist his nose. He snakes his tongue out, licks it once. Laurel's response is immediate. "Yes, like that," she says. "More." Jason remembers what she has said about her right side, concentrates his licking in that area, flicking his tongue faster and faster. She cries, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," then her voice trails off to a continuous "O." Encouraged, Jason redoubles his efforts, licking faster, pressing harder. Laurel's thighs tighten around his ears, nearly suffocating him, but he perseveres. Her fingers scratch and knead his curly red hair. Suddenly, she stops all movement, holding her breath. She clamps his face even tighter as a profound shudder shakes through her body. "Oh God, Jason," she whimpers, her voice deep and hoarse. Jason, still licking, notices a distinct change in her taste, a more metallic, acidic taste as her orgasm races through her. Finally she cries, "Stop, oh Jason, please stop!" Her hands push his face away. "What? Did I hurt you?" "Silly. It was just so intense, I couldn't bear it another second." "So," Jason says. "Is that it? Are we through?" "What makes you ask that?" "Well, I mean you are done, right?" Again she says, "Silly. Come up here and kiss me." He complies. She is avid, licking and sucking his lips and tongue, penetrating his mouth with her tongue. "I like tasting myself on your lips," she says. They pause, resting. Her fingers toy lightly with his penis as they lie side by side. "At first I didn't think I was going to like that," Jason says. " You tasted kinda," laughing, "kinda funky at first, but then I got used to it. I decided what I was smelling and tasting was you, then I loved it." "You ready for more?" Laurel asks. "More?" Jason asks. "Yes, more. Don't you know, a woman is not like a man, she can have orgasms over and over, for hours at a time they say, but I never have. My guys have always come too quick and then they were done, usually fast asleep." "What should we do next?" Jason asks. "I'll think of something," she says, sliding down his body. Laurel spreads his legs and sits cross-legged between them. Jason has an excellent view of her body. The ends of her long blonde tresses form quotation marks around her naked breasts. Her aereoles are dark and two inches across, with hard pink nipples jutting from their centers. Her belly is hard and flat. Her hips flare out in true feminine voluptuousness, forming, with her shapely legs a large triangle at whose center is her curly blonde bush, split at its center by a dark moist line. She reaches for him with both hands. His penis stands hard and tall and strong. "I've never seen a foreskin before," she tells him. "Is it okay if I play with it for a while?" Jason, who can barely speak around the huge lump in his throat, answers with a barely audible affirmative. His dick is so achingly hard that he can think of nothng but that moment, that golden moment, when he is finally inside her. But it is not to be. Laurel sticks the tip of her index finger inside Jason's long foreskin, rubbing the head of his cock, slipping and sliding her finger around, eyes following. She takes him in both hands again and stretches his foreskin back tight against his body. The bright pink head of his cock is so swollen that tiny little white nerve endings like tiny pimples, surround his flared corona. Her inquisitive eyes focus on those sensory receptors. She leans to lick them. Her tongue touches the screamingly sensitive head of his penis. He cries out, "Oh no!" Immediately, a huge gob of snow white come lands on her nose followed quickly by another, and a third. Soon come is spattered all across her face and hands. Jason is intensly embarrassed, but Laurel takes his premature explosion in stride. Quickly she moves up his body and kisses him passionately, rubbing his ejaculate from her face to his. He tries to pull away, avoid his own come, but she is persistent. She pulls her face back, looks at him, come smeared on his lips and cheeks, and laughs. "Don't pout, Jason, it's okay, really it is. Except if you nod off to sleep right now, or head for the door. You do that and, and, and. . .Well, you'll never be allowd in my room again." "Gee. Laurel, I'm so sorry, I, er, uh. I just couldn't hold out any longer." "I know, honey, it's all right. It happens all the time." She reaches for his dick again, now lolling softly against his thigh. She picks it up. Flops it, flicks it, slaps it against his thigh. "A penis is a cool thing," she says. "A minute ago it was straight and hard and looking awesome, a little fearsome, really. And now look at it, so soft and floppy and cute. And so much smaller! You know, Jason, I am so happy you let me play like this, most guys are jerks about it." "You are always talkin' about 'most guys'. How many 'guys' have you been with?" "I never counted. It's not a trophy thing for girls like it is for guys. There's no reason for me to count. I can think of five right off the bat, but I am sure there are more. Does it matter that much?" "Only because you keep bringing it up." "And that's only because you are SO different. You don't push and you're not selfish. Lots of things. Do you want to fuck me?" "Right now?" "Well not right this second," she says, jiggling his soft penis, "but I can fix this. Now where was I? Oh yeah, I almost forgot," she fibs. Without preliminary, she leans over to take his soft prick full in her mouth. Inside her mouth, she runs her tongue around and around the head of Jason's cock, over and under the foreskin. She raises her head slightly, grasps his foreskin firmly with her mouth, then uses her lips to push his foreskin back fully, her nose buried deep in his russet curls. "You even smell different, taste different," she pauses to tell him, " your juices are even virgin, like clear spring water." By now Jason's dick is growing rapidly, reaching for the back of her throat. Laurel has given head before, but never like this. His response is avid and intense. Everything is new to him. No boy, no man she has ever been with has allowed her free access to his genitals. She decides to experiment. She takes her mouth from him and he lets out a small sound of disappointment. "O-oh." The sound changes immediately to a long groan of pleasure as she takes his dick in her hands. She forms her lips in a wet pout, running them up and down the fat vein on the underside of his hot dripping cock, flicking the head with her tongue each time she passes. She pushes his foreskin back hard against his body. His prick head bulges. The tiny pink lips at its tip open. She pokes with her tongue, pointing it sharply to flick inside. She is in total control. Jason pants, or moans or groans, thrusts his hips or pulls away, claws the bed sheets with his fingers or entwines them in her blonde tresses, all at her direction. Over and over she takes him to the peak, then back down again, teasing, taunting, tickling. She licks and sucks and nibbles with her teeth. Laurel takes each of his balls in her mouth and hums, something she has always thought about trying. The vibrations drive him wild. The feelings of power that sweep over her cause a tight ball just below her belly. The tight blonde curls at her center are soaking. Her bright pink inner lips are swelling outside, pulsing and aching with desire. She stops abruptly, sitting cross-legged between his outspread knees. He shakes his head, blinks his eyes. "What?" "I want you to fuck me now, Jason." He starts to move. Her hand on his chest holds him down. "How do you want me?" she asks. "What do you mean?" "Would you like me to sit on you?" "Oh yes, oh god yes." "How about doggie, me kneeling and you behind?' "Oh my god." She can see that this option gets him, his penis jumps like mad. "Or should I just lie back and open my legs and let you push inside me?" "Uh, uh." he is totally frantic. Completely unable to decide. His eyes flicker over her body, he stammers. She moves to her knees, crawls over his body dragging her breasts over his cock and balls, his belly, dangling them over his mouth. He captures one hard nipple with his mouth, sucks frantically like a baby. Sneakily, Laurel sits slowly back on him, piercing herself with his rampant hardness. She sits up straight, wriggles her ass on him, grinding down hard. Jason grits his teeth. He is determined not to ejaculate until she is ready. He is helpless, pinned beneath her. Laurel grabs his hands and places them on her breasts, holding them there with her hands. Slowly she rises to a full kneeling position, slowly sits back down, rises, sits again. He is frantic, thrashing his legs on her single bed. Dearly he wishes he had more experience. Laurel's head is thrown back, mouth open. She is bouncing rapidly on him now, the small dormitory bed creaking and moaning. Suddenly, Jason is overcome. He tries to sit up, to get up. And dumps them both on the floor with a loud thud. Laurel is laughing hysterically. Several persons have come to her door, knocking lightly. "Are you alll right in there," an unknown voice calls. They are lying on the floor, spoon fashion. The comedic nature of their situation has not softened Jason whatsoever. Her body is wracking with laughter. He pushes her upper knee with his, opening her, rises partially to one knee and presses his long thick hardness quickly into her. "Oh," she yells in surprise, laughter abated. Wishin' The knocking gets louder. "Hello, hello in there. Is everything all right. Are you okay in there?" the voice calls again. Jason is scrabbling on the floor, seeking purchase for his knees. He grabs Laurel by the waist, pulling her to her knees and himself behind her. He lances into her, hard and strong. She throws her head back, mouth open as if howling. He pulls her hips back hard, lances forward. He begins a hard slow rhythm, his hips thumping against her buttocks. "Yes. . . we. . . are. . . fine," she calls out in time to his thrusts. Jason laughs, but does not relent, increasing the speed and power of his fucking. She begins to thrust back to meet his plunging cock. Both she and Jason are laughing hysterically now, caught up in the madcap nature of their coupling. She reaches out to grasp the metal leg of her bed with both hands to prevent sliding away from him, her back arched, her long blonde hair trailing down her back, her aching nipples dragging back and forth on the rough carpet. As he drives hard and deep and fast with each stroke, he can see the inner lips of her pussy, tight around his cock, puckering out with his withdrawal and folding back in with each forward thrust. Suddenly she is extremely wet, her moisture splashing on his thighs and balls and belly. The small metal bed creaks back and forth a few inches with each stroke. Someone knocks again, much louder. "Are you sure you are okay in there?" And that is all it takes. Still laughing loudly, he pours his come into Laurel. Her pussy grabs and pulses around his hardness and she releases a stream of fluid, hot against his lower belly, soaking his balls. She releases the bed and collapses. He falls atop her, his cock driving the last of his come deep into her with his ebbing hardness, then slopping wetly out of her. She rolls qickly to her side, drawing him into her arms. She kisses him quickly, over and over, like a woodpecker at a tree, the rapid kisses interspersed with sobs of dying laughter and gasps for air. Their laughter finally subsides, though from time to time one looks at the other and begins anew. When her breath returns, Laurel yells out loudly, "Everything is fine. We are just fine. Please go away from my door." That begins the laughter anew for a few seconds. When it abates, Jason pulls her tight to him and kisses her deeply, softly, whispering into her mouth, "You are the most incredible woman. . .on earth!" he tells her. "That was so weird and so, so wonderful." "You ain't so bad yourself there boy," she retorts, kissing him back, hard. Wishing Tonight, I'm lying here in bed with music playing and candles burning around the room... You're not with me but I'm wishing I was in your arms, your body pressed tight to mine. My head resting over your heart listening to it beat, feeling the weight of your head resting on mine. And moving slowly to the music… As I lay here the music and candlelight surrounding me, I can picture exactly how the night would go if you were here… I'll write it out for you, paint you a picture of it with my words so that you can see it too… I'm all alone at home and you've come to keep me company. As there's no one here I meet you at the door wearing nothing but a long tee-shirt, a necklace, and a smile, my hair is loose, falling down around my shoulders, framing my face. I open the door, take your hand and pull you in, closing the door behind you. You look down at me with that cute grin you have and then pull me close, gently kissing me. I pull back a little. The stereo in the living room is on and playing soft music. I smile up at you, "Dance with me, hold me close and dance with me for a while." I move back into your arms and you tuck me in close, pressing my head gently into your shoulder, you begin to move and set the pace. My hands link loosely at the back of your neck and your arms band around me. You tip your head down and rest it lightly on mine. We sway to the music for a while when I feel your hand begin to move up my back and you lift your head just as your fingers come under my chin and lift it. With my face tilted up to yours, I look into your eyes and watch as your face descends to mine. Just as your lips brush mine my eyes drift closed and my fingers creep up into your hair. Your fingers under my chin spread out to cup my jaw and the side of my face. I sigh your name against your mouth as you let your lips wander over mine, nibbling and sucking. Then you trace your tongue over my lips and I open for you, all my awareness is centered on my mouth and the wonderful feelings having your mouth pressed to mine is creating. But I want the feelings to last all night long, so I slowly pull back and let my eyes drift open. I look up into your eyes and decide that tonight I'm going to lead. I step back and take your hand, turning off the stereo and lights as I lead you back to my room. I close the door and turn from you to light the candles and turn on the music. I turn back to you and see that you have already taken off your shoes. You watch me and I look you over from head to foot and then back up. When our eyes meet I reach down and take the hem of my shirt in my hands and slowly bring it up, slowly, slowly, up and up, exposing more and more. I pull it up and over my head and then drop it to the floor. I run my fingers through my hair, moving it back from my face and then letting it fall again, all with out ever taking my eyes off yours. I take a step and close the distance between us. "I want to pleasure you tonight," I say as I wind my arms around your neck, press my body to yours, as I raise up on my tiptoes so that I can place my lips just a whisper from yours. "Tonight it's my turn, my turn to take your breath away, my turn to pleasure you until you're gasping for air and moaning." Now I let my lips touch yours, just lightly brushing over yours, then I quickly bite your lip and suck it into my mouth tracing my tongue over it, I love the taste of you. Through your clothes I begin caressing you, running my hands over your back, down over your butt, squeezing lightly, then around the front of you to cup your crotch, again squeezing lightly. I take my hands up farther, up over your stomach and chest, over your shoulders, my fingers brushing your neck then up over your face and into your hair. I'm still kissing you, slipping my tongue into your mouth, I take a deeper taste of you and you suck on my tongue. I moan and then move my hands down and find the hem of your shirt and finding it I slide my hands up under it over your warm flesh, I find your nipples and squeeze them, giving you a small taste of what I will do to them later with my mouth. Then I slide my hands back down, grab the hem, break the kiss and pull it up over your head, and then I drop the shirt to the floor. I look into your eyes as I lightly run my fingers over your chest. I place my lips to your flesh and begin placing light feathery kisses and gentle brushes of my tongue over you. I find your nipple and begin to lave my tongue over the peak. Sucking it into my mouth I scrape my teeth over it, gently biting and slowly adding more pressure until I hear you gasp and feel you thread your fingers into my hair to hold me there. I release your nipple and slowly make my way over to the other. I repeat the same process on this nipple as I did on the other only this time taking more time to nibble and suckle. Meanwhile my hands are seeking out the button of your pants. Finding it I release it and then drag down your zipper. I release your nipple and pull back a little as I push your pants and underwear to the floor. I grasp your cock in my hand and move my fingers over you. I move in close to you and place my mouth dead center of your chest. Slowly I begin moving downward, bending my knees and holding onto your hips for balance. Soon I'm kneeling in front of you. I look up into your eyes with a smile on my face. I take your cock in my hand and bring my mouth to it. My tongue darts out and touches the head of you, I feel your fingers thread into my hair. I place my tongue at the base of the underside of your cock and bring my tongue up to the head, tip it up and lick back down on the top side to the base again. I open my mouth and take you inside, sealing my lips around you, I suck the air out of my mouth and slowly move up and down your shaft, my tongue licking inside my mouth as I move up and down. I release you and go back to using just my tongue on you, I find that sensitive spot just past the head on the underside of your cock and suck on it and lick it. I cup your balls in my hand, gently squeezing them and rubbing them, allowing my hand to move up between your legs to caress your butt and back down to cup your balls again. Sliding my mouth over you again I suck on you, darting my tongue over you. I slide down and take your balls in my mouth one at a time and suckle. I hear your slight catches of breath and your moans as I feel your fingers clinch in my hair. Back up to slide my mouth over you again, sucking and licking, but just briefly. My tongue now begins to move back up your body as I slowly stand again. Standing again now, I take your mouth in a deep kiss. Pulling back from you I take your hand in mine and lead you to the bed. I arrange the pillows for you and ask you to lie down. Moving away from the bed I go to my drawer and pull out a scarf, also grabbing my massage oil while I'm there. "I hope you don't mind, but to make sure that you keep your hands off me, I'm going to tie them to the bed." As I tell you this I smile and set the oil on the floor. I kneel over you on the bed and take your hands, wrap the scarf around your wrists and then tie it to the bed frame. Still kneeling over you I again take your mouth in a kiss. But now I also take time to kiss all over your face, dipping my tongue into you ear, sucking the earlobe into my mouth and scraping my teeth over it, laving it with my tongue. Taking my time I let my lips roam all over your face, sucking on your chin, then moving to your neck, lightly biting and then soothing the small hurts with my tongue. Still taking it slowly I move down, kissing and nipping and licking all over. I take your nipple in my mouth again, this time spending more time licking sucking and biting, loving the sounds you make when something sends pleasure through you. Eventually I move over to your other nipple, laving as much attention there. I take the oil from the floor, open it and drip some into the palm of my hand, I close the bottle and set it back down, I warm the oil in my hands by rubbing them together. With my hands well oiled I begin to massage it into your skin, your shoulders, your chest all the way down to your stomach. I continue to get more oil as I need it and I continue massaging on down your legs, finally reaching your feet, Now I move back up your body and lay myself over you as I please myself and you by kissing you, and taking my time about it, letting the pleasure of lips on lips, tongues meeting tongues and teeth scraping linger and drag on for a while. When I decide to move on I go back down, slowly, touching tasting as I go. I sit up between your legs and look at you with a smile as I again take you into my mouth. I take my time, spending quite a while, sucking, and licking. When I think your ready I straddle your body, sliding myself down onto your cock, taking you inside me. I lean over and kiss you as I begin to move slowly on you. Sitting back, arching my back and placing my hands on your legs behind me I ride you until you can take no more and you cum. As you cum I watch you, watching your face as you let yourself go is beautiful. Exhausted myself now I lean forward and rest my head over your beating heart. Soon I bring my hands up and release your hands. And your arms come up around me. Later I move off of you, and we lie still in each others arms, drifting towards sleep. There's murmured words, and soft kisses, and gentle caresses as we fall into a contented sleep... Wishing I walked in the door and sighed. Another long day at work. I need to relax a little before I go to bed. I stretch as I head to the bathroom. I turn on the water and adjust it to perfection. I drop in some bath oil beads and go to heat some water for tea. After I get my tea ready, I return to the bathroom. The water is halfway up the tub by now. I slip off my high heels wiggling my toes as I do. I sit on the side of the tub and slide my pantyhose off. I take time to massage my pretty feet. I work my thumbs into the pads as I moan in pleasure. I unbutton my pink silk blouse, feeling it caress my skin as I let it slip to the floor. I unzip my black leather skirt. I let it fall and step out of it. I am standing in only my white lace bra and my white thong. I lean over and turn the water off. My butt is up in the air as I do. I think about how much fun it would be if you were right behind me. I stand up and unhook my bra. I slide it off like I would to tease you letting just a little skin show at a time. Finally my large breasts are free. I massage them a little before taking my nipples between my fingers. While I squeeze and pull on my hard nipples, I think about your sexy voice. I sigh wishing you were here. I place my hands on the sides of my thong and slowly slide them down. Using my hands to caress my body as I do. I grab my glass of tea and step into the hot bath water. I slide down so that the water covers most of my body. I sip on my tea as I soak for awhile. Then I set the glass on the floor and slowly start lathering up my body. Taking time to gently caress every part of my skin. Fondling my breasts as I soap them up. Thinking about how goo your mouth feels as you suck my nipples. I wash my way down my stomach, letting my hand slide slowly between my legs. I take my time lathering my pussy. Then I slide lower in the water rinsing off. I stand in the tub as water cascades off my body. I unstop the tub and let it start to drain. I grab my terrycloth towel and gently start drying off. I take extra time drying my pussy. I rub the lips through the towel, enjoying the feeling of arousal that is building. I take my glass and drop it off in the kitchen on my way to my bed room. I love the feel of the cooler air hitting my warm skin as I walk naked through my house. I lay down on my bed and think about the last time we were together. How good it felt to be in your strong arms. Remembering how sexy you look as you cum inside my tight pussy. I can feel the moisture begin to seep between my legs. I spread my legs wide apart. I start at my shoulders and run my hands over my bare skin. Stopping to squeeze my breasts. Then I pull on my nipples and twist them a little. I let my hands slide down my stomach. Gliding down my legs to my pussy. I gently start rubbing my pussy lips. They are swollen with excitement. I spread my lips open revealing my pink clit. I slide my inside and start rubbing my clit. It gets harder the more I rub. I can feel it swelling under my finger. Soon it unhoods itself. It is so big now and very smooth. It is also wet. I slide my finger down to my cunt. I let it slip inside and get wet. I pull my finger out and suck my juice off. I taste so sweet. I think about all the times I have tasted myself on your lips as we kiss after you have gone down on me. I grab my dildo and start sucking on it. It feels so good in my mouth, just like your cock does. After I get it nice and wet I slide it in my wet pussy. I start fucking my pussy moaning as I do. Wishing it was your cock in me. I start rubbing my clit as my dildo slides in and out of my tight hole. I start ramming my pussy as I feel my orgasm building. I rub my clit faster and harder as I think about your cock throbbing deep inside me. Finally I can hold back no longer and I cum hard. My juices flooding the dildo as they have done to your cock. My body rocks in the pleasure of my orgasm. I feel all the tension float away. I bring my dildo to my lips and I suck it clean before falling into a satisfied sleep.