0 comments/ 58819 views/ 5 favorites First Kiss By: HonorMac "I just don't know." Anna said, sitting down hard against the edge of the large slab of wood that passed for a table in Lise's living room... As much leaning against it as sitting on it. "Well, what do you want to do?" Lise stood with one hand propped on her hip and one foot kicked out a little from the other. The pose gave her a sense of authority that meshed well with her already stern beauty. “If you are doing what you really want to do, deep down inside, chances are you are doing the right thing.” Anna lifted her gaze slightly. She had been studying the pattern in the maroon and grey carpet. Now she looked to Lise’s worn, white sneakers, and from there to the complex curves of her legs. Her softly faded jeans flared gently at the ankles and then clung to the shape of her thighs like shadows. Her one foot further out as she placed her weight on the other brought her knees close together and leant an oval heart shape to her thighs and hips. Above her belt, her old tee-shirt obscured her shape like white, fluffy clouds, telling almost nothing until it was just brushed at the collar by her short dark hair. The curls framed her face, highlighting eyes that sparkled over her warm smile. The random dapples of evening sun that passed thru the large front window bathed her in a warm pattern of light and shadow, set to sharp staccato now and then by traffic passing on the road in front of the house. Suddenly a hint of mischief crept into that smile and Lise began to walk slowly closer, each foot sweeping in front of the other in exaggerated arcs that made her hips sway deeply. “Does it make you tingle inside, all alive with little shivers, when you think of him?” Anna blushed instantly… Not because of any thoughts of the boy they had been discussing, but because looking at Lise was making her feel exactly that. Lise must have seen the color rise in her face, because she pounced like a cat with a new toy. “Do you feel electricity, low in your tummy? Do you hear your blood rushing, so loud you can hardly hear anything else? So many wild butterflies inside you that you are afraid you will float away?” Anna watched Lise as she came closer. She watched her lips, curling around the words she spoke, her eyes gleaming with fire and mischief, her tongue flicking over her teeth. Anna felt her skin get warmer and warmer. She felt her hands start to tremble and braced them on the table to hide it. But Lise must have seen. “You’re feeling those things now, aren’t you?” she asked. Anna’s eyes went wide. She nodded a slow “yes” before she could think, then blushed darker and looked down. Did Lise know? No. She was still talking about the boy. She didn’t understand that Anna had brought the subject up because she did not feel these things for him. She felt no passion at his touch, even though she knew she should. But what if she found out? What had she said about doing what you want to do? How would she react, if she found out that it was her that made Anna feel these things? How would she react if Anna told her she had never felt for a boy the way she felt for her. What would she think? More importantly, what would she do? Anna’s fingertips touched the crystal bud vase Lise kept on the table. She glanced down at it and saw a single white rose. She picked it up and began to turn it slowly in her fingertips, keeping her hands steady, and her mind – she hoped – focused. Lise stood straighter, and with a more serious face, as if the nod was all the answer she needed. “What do you think you should do, then?” Anna’s skin was fully ablaze. Everything blurred around her, and all she could hear was her heartbeat. Her tummy felt like it would burst. In a single moment of passion, she knew she would rather die than keep her feelings hidden. She looked at Lise’s eyes a moment, then looked down again, and took a deep breath. “I should tell you how I feel.” She said, her voice trembling, barely a whisper. “What?” Lise asked, taking a step closer. Anna felt dizzy. She’d made a mistake. Lise was angry now… Or shocked… Or disgusted. “I didn’t hear you.” Lise said, a little more softly. Anna looked to her eyes. There was no hint of anger there. She still smiled slightly. She really hadn’t heard. “I… I want to tell you…” she started, voice still shaky and quiet. Lise took a step closer. “Hon… I can’t hear you over the traffic outside.” Anna looked toward the window, then back to Lise. Her eyes were wide and her lips were tight while Lise’s smile remained warm and calm. A thorn on the rose she toyed with pricked her finger gently, and she breathed in sharply. Her skin was hot and her body was trembling. She tried to raise her voice, but what came out was even quieter than before. “Lise… I… I mean…” Lise took another step closer. Anna could smell her now. Apples and flowers, maybe the shampoo Lise had used. Maybe it mingled with the scent of the rose. The gentle, sweet scent didn’t help Anna feel any stronger. “Have you ever felt…” Anna managed, still quietly, but louder. “Felt what?” Lise asked, stopping her advance. Quite suddenly, it occurred to Anna that the quieter she was, the closer Lise would come. She didn’t know what this would do for her, but she felt that was what she needed… To have Lise close to her. Even for just a moment. Slipping the rose between her fingers, she brought her hands up to cover her face, breathed deeply, and spoke words so quiet even she couldn’t understand them. Lise took another step closer. Anna smiled a little behind her hands, and whispered again. Lise came closer still. “Honey, are you ok?” Anna moved her hands and revealed her face. She offered a weak smile and a little nod. She was so nervous that tears were beginning to form, making her eyes glisten a little. “Tell me what’s wrong.” Lise asked, then turned her face to the side and moved close enough that even the faintest whisper would fall directly on her waiting ear. Anna could feel the warmth of Lise’s skin on her face. Her nose was filled with the gentle scent of her. She was blind, deaf, and completely lost, and she knew only this woman’s touch could lead her to safety. She knew what she had to do… What she wanted to do, in her heart of hearts, and the thought of it filled her with terror. What would Lise do? Would she be angry? Disgusted? Would she slap her? Ask her to leave? Or worse… Would she ignore what had been so very difficult for Anna to do? Pretend it never happened? Or would she turn and kiss her back? She didn’t dare think about it. She knew she would chicken out. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, leaned forward just a little, and let her lips brush Lise’s cheek in a barely perceptible but still unmistakable kiss. Lise stood as quiet and still as a deer in the forest who had heard an out of place sound. Anna was terrified. Her lips began to tremble and small tears began to flow from her eyes. Then Lise turned, very slowly. She didn’t move away, nor did she move any closer. She turned until she was face to face with Anna. Eye to eye. Her breath was warm and sweet on Anna’s skin. “Why did you do that?” She asked very softly. Anna fought herself, trying to catch enough breath to speak. It seemed to take forever. “Be…” she closed her eyes and swallowed, sending tears down her cheeks. “Because… I wanted to.” When she opened her eyes again, Lise was looking directly at them. Deeply into them. Anna could read nothing in her gaze, but, thankfully, she could read no anger. And only, maybe, a little shock. “You wanted to.” Lise moved ever so slightly… Her nose touched Anna’s as softly as one of the whispers the two exchanged. She looked at Anna for what seemed like a very long time, then she touched her… Placing one hand gently on her hip, the other cupped her ribs, her thumb barely brushing against Anna’s breast. The sensation of touch sent a shock thru her body. The passion flared deep in Anna’s chest again, and she was certain she could not stand long without falling into Lise’s arms. Lise was even closer now. Her lips brushed against Anna’s as she spoke. Even if Anna had not been able to hear her whispers, she thought she would be able to read her lips by this touch alone. “Why don’t you tell me what you really want?” She asked… Almost commanded. The single white rose slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. All the world was gone. Nothing remained but herself, Lise, and the tiny distance between them. Anna was suspended in space, between oblivion and paradise. She tried everything she could to gather her strength… Her throat was tight and her lungs were burning and her heart was pounding between her legs. “Please…” she whispered, barely making a sound. She closed her eyes again and swallowed hard, gathering her will… “Please kiss me.” First Kiss I was emptying the dishwasher when Amy knocked at the back door. 'It's open,' I yelled. Amy was our next door neighbor. She'd been a friend of our family's for five years, and she and my mom were particularly close. Amy had really been there for her when my parents got divorced and my dad moved out. She was always dropping by. She brightened up the place. 'Hi, Beth!' She slid the back door open and came in. She must have been out in her garden, because she was wearing a two-piece swimsuit with a pair of denim shorts over the top. She was carrying a Tupperware bowl. 'Just wanted to return this.' 'Mom's not home,' I said. 'She'll be back soon, though. Want a drink?' 'Sure.' We stood in the kitchen drinking cold lemonade and chatting. I loved talking with Amy. She was smart, funny, and a great listener when I droned on about boys, or school, or whatever. I always felt so comfortable around her. I often told her things I wouldn't tell my mom, or even my best friend, and she always gave me excellent advice. She was a little younger than my mother; sort of the much older sister I never had. She was also a very successful photographer, making it on her own, and answered to no one. In many ways, she was everything I wanted to be. That particular morning, I was telling Amy about my date from the night before. I'd gone out for the second time with a boy I really liked. He was a perfect gentleman; charming, sensitive, intelligent. I'd thought there was a real chance it might develop into something serious in time. 'Then I let him kiss me,' I said, taking a quick sip of lemonade. 'How was it?' asked Amy. 'Awful! It was the sloppiest experience of my life.' Amy laughed. 'Then he started groping me like some kind of caveman or porn star. I pushed him off and left. Another disappointing asshole. I don't know how I pick them.' 'Oh, I'm sure it's not you, honey.' 'It must be. It's like I have some kind of radar that's only tuned to macho, immature idiots. They can't all be like that.' 'You just haven't found what you're looking for yet,' Amy said. 'I'm not even sure I want to keep looking.' I sighed. 'Maybe it's not worth the hassle.' Amy sipped her drink slowly, and there was a long pause before she spoke. 'Beth.' She looked me in the eyes. Hers were brown. Somehow I'd never noticed that before. 'Have you considered that maybe you just don't like boys?' I knew Amy was gay. She had often brought her girlfriends by for drinks or dinner at our place. My mom and I had never discussed it; to us, it wasn't even an issue. We were probably relieved. The last thing either of us wanted was someone bringing another man to our house. I was a little shocked by her question. 'What makes you say that?' Had I done or said something that made her think I was a lesbian? Could she see it and I couldn't? Did being gay give her some special radar of her own? 'Well,' she put her glass down on the counter, 'it seems to me that you spend an awful lot of time complaining about how frustrating and disappointing boys are. They don't seem to be able to give you what you want, and . . .' 'And what?' I asked, my voice surprisingly quiet. 'And I was wondering . . . I mean, have you ever thought about it?' 'About being with a girl?' Amy nodded. I had to think before answering. The air between us had changed. The conversation was becoming dangerous, in a good way. 'Yes,' I replied. 'I've thought about what it would be like.' Amy smiled gently and nodded. I felt free to continue. 'Like, sometimes, if I see two women kissing, like in a movie or something, it kinda turns me on.' I felt myself blush slightly. 'Because, I wonder if it's different.' 'It is,' said Amy. 'Trust me.' 'Did you ever kiss a guy?' 'A few, when I was younger. And some of them were okay; but only okay.' It was a hot day, but until that moment I had not been aware of it. Now I felt my whole body getting warmer. I'd never talked about this with anyone, and I wasn't prepared for how exciting it felt. 'So, when was your first kiss with a girl?' I asked. Amy's eyes went far away. 'That didn't happen until I was in college. Her name was Sarah. I was failing math, and she was tutoring me some nights. I still don't know how we got into it. One minute were discussing algebra, and the next we were lying on the bed, kissing like crazy. It just seemed like the most natural thing in the world. And I knew I would never go back to boys after that.' I glanced down at Amy's bare stomach, at the smooth, tanned skin that disappeared into the waist of her shorts. Then I slipped my eyes back up her body, to the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were hard beneath her bikini top. 'So, how's it different?' I asked, suddenly very nervous. I wasn't sure if I was pressing too far. I wasn't even sure where too far was. 'I don't know,' she said. 'It's something you can't really put into words.' She stared at me with a kind of serious expression. 'You just have to experience it to know.' My stomach was tingling. Neither of us spoke. I put my empty glass down and found myself moving very slowly toward her. We were in a moment. I'm sure you've been there, too. You're with someone, and you both stop talking, and there's this incredible tension in the air because you know what's about to happen, and it's terrifying and wonderful at the same time. Amy had been leaning against the counter. She stood up straight and turned to face me dead on. I took another step and began to reach out with one hand. I hesitated, and let my arm fall back down. But the look in her eyes made me reach out again, and this time I touched her arm. The simple contact of my fingers on her skin made me feel it was okay. My final step was quicker, and it brought me right to her, mere inches away. I tilted my head, parted my lips, and leaned forward. My eyes didn't close until our lips met. At first it was a shock, like jumping into cold water. Then my fear blew out like a flame, and it didn't matter anymore that I was kissing a woman. All that mattered was the softness of her skin, the smell of sun block and shampoo, the comfort of her hands on my hips, and the warm, delicate dance of her velvet lips. She was right: it was like nothing I had experienced before. The first kiss was brief, maybe only six seconds. Our lips separated, and I opened my eyes to gaze into hers. She might have been about to ask me how it felt, when I pressed myself closer and kissed her again. I put my free hand on her waist, my thumb resting against her stomach. My whole body seemed to come alive. My lips were at the center of an electrical storm that raced through me, lighting me up. It was almost more than I could bare. The second kiss was much longer, and when it was over, I was breathless. Amy's eyes were sparkling. I'd never seen her look more beautiful. That brief moment, as we stood there gazing silently at each other, changed everything for me. It was like admitting to myself all the unformed thoughts and feelings I'd had since I was a little girl; things that I'd been afraid to explore in the naked light of day. After all the fumbling and let-downs of my experiences with boys – though there hadn't been that many – this suddenly felt perfectly right. Amy slowly took my hand from her arm and placed it on her bikini top. I was shaking slightly. At first I couldn't move. Then I began to stroke her, curving my hand to the shape of her breast. I felt the outline of her rigid nipple beneath my palm, and she sighed as I brushed across it. I took notice, and pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger. 'Harder,' she whispered. I pinched her again, and this time she sucked in breath and bit her bottom lip. I felt a surge of arousal, knowing that I had given her pleasure. In the past, I'd never felt like I was doing anything to please the boys I was with. They seemed to get all their pleasure from trying to do things to me. Now, for the first time, I could see that I was capable of making someone feel good, on equal terms. Amy was breathing hard. She kissed me this time, resting one hand gently on my face. Her other hand moved to my waist, pushing my T-shirt up and holding my side. She caressed me softly at first, then became firmer as she moved up toward my breasts. I closed my eyes and let out a fragile moan. That was when she stopped. I opened my eyes, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my legs quivering. Her hand was still on my side, but her head was turned slightly away. 'We should stop,' she said. I panicked. Had I done something wrong? My mind was racing. I felt drunk, and none of it made any sense. All I wanted was for her to keep touching me. I asked, 'Why?' At that moment the front door opened, and I heard the muffled sounds of my mom coming into the house. I still didn't move. I wanted to cry. Amy looked into my eyes. 'I'll be at home later,' she said, 'if you want to.' Then she removed her hand and stepped away. I straightened my T-shirt and picked up the empty glasses from the counter. Mom walked into the kitchen with a couple of grocery bags. 'Oh, hi!' she said to Amy. She looked at me, and I knew that my cheeks must have been flushed. I gave a shaky smile and turned away, back to the dishwasher. 'You'll never guess who I just ran into at the market,' Mom went on. 'Who?' Amy asked. And suddenly everything was normal again. My mom and Amy talked just as they always did, and I got out of there as quickly as I could and went up to my room. As soon as my door was shut I almost collapsed onto my bed. I'd never been so excited, so intensely aroused, in my life. I was dizzy, and I wanted to scream. I closed my eyes and replayed the whole scene in my head, reliving certain details over and over. I pulled my T-shirt up and stroked my breasts, imagining that my hands were Amy's. My nipples have always been sensitive, and that day that felt on fire. I was so desperate to come that I almost ripped opened my jeans, plunging my hand inside my panties. I was shocked by how wet my pussy was. The next few minutes were a blur. I masturbated furiously with one hand, stroking my breasts and stomach with the other. When I came, I had to bury my face into my pillow so that I wouldn't be heard. It was only when my orgasm had subsided, and my frantic mind began to settle, that I was able to think clearly about what had happened. I understood then why Amy had stopped. She knew that I was a virgin. I mean, I had let boys feel my breasts a few times, and I had messed around a bit with oral, but it had never amounted to much. The only boy who'd actually gone down on me had been so terrible that I'd faked orgasm after a couple of minutes just so he'd stop. Amy was older, and could have easily forced herself on me. I sensed that she had wanted me very much, but that she had stopped herself because she knew it was a big decision. She wanted me to be sure before I did something I'd regret. If I went to her that night, it would be my choice. For that, I respected her even more; wanted her even more. It didn't take me long to decide what I was going to do. It was after nine as I stood outside Amy's door. She opened it, and smiled. 'I was afraid you wouldn't come,' she said, letting me in and closing the door behind me. 'Listen, I didn't go to your house today to seduce you. It just sort of . . . happened.' 'I know.' I took her hand. She was dressed in a pink silk robe, and nothing else. 'I'm here because I want to be. I guess it's what I've always wanted. I just never had the chance.' 'I'm glad you came,' Amy said. 'I've been thinking about you all afternoon.' She kissed me, and it just kept getting better and better. Her tongue eased its way into my mouth and played with my own. I felt my knees go instantly weak again, and I pressed my body close to hers. Amy kept a hold on my hand and led me down the hall. My heart was fluttering wildly. She stopped outside the bathroom. 'I was just about to take a shower,' she said, watching for my reaction. Without a word I opened the bathroom door and walked in first. As I turned around to face her, I was already unbuttoning my shirt. Amy gently halted my hands and took over the job herself. It was such a thrill to be unwrapped by her. The want in her eyes made me feel sexy and desirable in a way that I never had before. She stripped me down to my panties – I hadn't bothered to wear a bra – and I felt intensely vulnerable, standing almost naked before her. It was something I wasn't used to, and I was a little scared. She was about to pull my panties down when she sensed my hesitation. Amy stepped back, looked into my eyes, then opened her robe and allowed it to glide swiftly off her shoulders and gather at her feet. I took in her naked body for the first time. Her skin was the same soft, natural tone all over, with no tan lines. Her hips were a little more shapely than mine, and the tops of her well-toned thighs curved neatly into a triangle of hair that was the same deep brown as that of her head. Her breasts were large and firm, with nipples that were much bigger than mine. She looked incredible. She stepped forward and took my face in her hands. I touched her waist, then slowly reached around to stroke her smooth ass. As we kissed, Amy's hands dropped into the waistband of my panties. She pushed them down, and I stepped out of them, no longer afraid. Our breasts were touching, and I felt my nipples getting hard against her skin. She manoeuvred her left leg between mine, and I moved my pussy firmly on her thigh. I was getting more adventurous all the time. In the shower we touched, and explored, but not too deeply. We kissed and caressed, soaping each other up and embracing beneath the spray. Then we got out and, wrapped in towels and shivering slightly, ran to the warmth of Amy's bedroom. The room was lit by only a single bedside lamp. She dried me, her actions always so gentle and loving, and laid me down on the bed. As she knelt beside me, just staring at my body, I felt every inch of my skin come alive under her gaze. I was desperate for her to touch me, but she stayed like that for a while, simply looking. When she finally reached out a hand and touched my stomach, I jolted as though shocked by electricity. The smallest, finest hairs on my skin stood up, reaching for her fingers. She brushed her hand up my body, just barely touching me, and my breath shuddered from my lips. I had never been handled so softly. It was somewhere on the wonderful border between caressing and tickling; almost enough to make me laugh, but not quite. When she reached my breasts I was going crazy. She licked one of her fingers and rubbed it over my left nipple, and I curled my toes up. She lowered her mouth and, with the slightest pressure, teased my solid nipple with her tongue. I moaned as she flicked it, then sucked it, then nibbled it. She took her time, moving to my other nipple. All the while, her hand was stroking me again, up and down my stomach and sides, so that it felt almost like two lovers were attending to me. I closed my eyes and felt Amy explore my body. Her mouth seemed to kiss and lick every part of me: my neck, my shoulders, my arms, hands, waist, thighs, behind my knees, my ankles. Her breath and hands were so warm, opening me up and making me tingle in places I never knew could actually be pleasurable. By the time she began stroking my outer labia, the tension inside me was a spring wound tight and aching to be released. I was hot and wet, breathing hard and hungry for her. Amy put her finger inside me, just a little, and when it was wet she began stroking my clit. It was heaven. Still, I felt a little guilty getting all the attention, and I was eager to discover Beth's body. I sat up slightly, and she leaned down to kiss me. I put my hands on her breasts, and she sensed what I wanted. She knelt up on the bed, and I sat facing her, my legs on either side of hers. My face was level with her breasts, and I began to kiss her there, as gentle as she had been with me. Every time my lips made contact with her skin, her breath shuddered. Her reactions turned me on even more. I moved down to her stomach, pushing my tongue briefly into her belly button. She giggled a little, then moaned as I moved down even further, stroking her ass at the same time. I kissed and licked the tops of her thighs, gradually getting closer to what lay between them. I was drowning in the scent of her arousal, but I was still too afraid. I stopped and shook my head. 'What's wrong?' I couldn't look her in the eye. 'I'm sorry. I just don't want to mess it up and disappoint you.' I was almost crying. She touched my chin and lifted my face. Her warm smile made me feel instantly okay. 'You won't disappoint me. I don't expect you to be an expert your first time.' She lay down beside me on the bed and opened her legs. 'Here.' She guided my hand to her pussy. It felt almost hot. 'Just touch me like you touch yourself.' So I did. I masturbated her just the way I like it, and it turned out, she liked it that way too. As I moved my wet finger over her clit, watching the pleasure on her face, I began to think about how I would like someone to go down on me. When I had a clear picture in my mind, I took my hand away and lowered my mouth. At first I was tentative. I tasted her out of curiosity, and I liked it. Starting at the bottom, I ran my tongue all the way up to her clit, then repeated. As my confidence increased I began to improvise, slowing down, or lingering at the top for a couple of extra licks. 'That's good,' Amy breathed. 'Just do what feels natural.' After a minute or two I centered in on her clit, lapping at it as though it were an ice cream. I went slow, then fast; hard, then very gentle. Amy was making louder noises, and moving her hips in time. I was really concentrating, paying attention to her body and the reactions she was giving. I lost tack of time, buried in her excitement. I almost felt like I was getting inside her. When she came, I slightly panicked. I stopped moving my tongue, but she gripped my head and told me to keep going. I kept licking until the tension had evaporated from her, and her butt collapsed back on the bed. When I lifted my mouth, my face was wet; a mixture of my saliva and her orgasm. I wiped my chin but left my lips. Then I moved up and lay on top of Amy. She kissed me greedily, and I could tell she liked tasting herself on me. When she had recovered, she said, 'Thank you.' 'Was it okay?' You couldn't tell?' she laughed. 'Well, I don't know. I guess so, but . . .' She kissed me again. 'It was great. You're a natural pussy-eater, baby.' She rolled me gently over onto my back. 'And now, it's your turn.' I wasn't nervous anymore. I was desperate for her to go down on me. I spread my legs and watched as she kissed the length of my thighs. My cunt was burning, but she was taking her time, making me wait. I kept lifting my butt to push my crotch toward her, and every time she smiled and kept licking and kissing around the tops of my thighs. 'Please,' I said. That was the magic word. Amy finally put her mouth on my pussy, licking the outer lips. From that first contact I fell into ecstasy. Her tongue knew me better than my own fingers. She toyed, caressed and licked me in a way that made me utterly helpless. I became like water, sinking and rising; juddering with the ripples that emanated from between my legs. My clit was pulsing like a tiny heart, sending out heat that washed over my body. I moaned and panted, unable to control the sounds that came from my open mouth. I would have done anything for Amy in that moment, just as long as she kept doing it to me. 'Don't stop,' I breathed. 'Don't stop, don't stop.' It built up inside me, and I could feel that pleasant itch that signalled the beginning of my orgasm. Amy somehow sensed it and stopped, lifting her tongue from my clit. I writhed around, begging her to keep going. First Kiss She started again, bringing me to the brink, and then stopping just as before. I was almost in tears, and I thrust myself against her face. Finally, she grabbed both my buttocks and went to work ferociously on my clit. I felt myself about to come, and this time Amy didn't stop. My whole body felt charged with electricity, and when it exploded through me I thought I was going to pass out. I struggled to find my breath as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through me. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. Tears were now streaming down my face, but there was a smile on my lips. It took me a few minutes to fully come down. Amy lay beside me and stroked my forehead, kissing my cheek and neck. When I'd caught my breath again, I kissed her fully and thanked her. We lay there together for a while, snuggling and talking. After a while we dressed and had dinner. I was still shaking a little as we cooked. We kept touching each other; just little things like a stroke on the arm or a quick pat on the butt. After dinner we shared a bottle of wine in the living room by the fire. Then we sixty-nined on the rug and took another shower. I went home later in a daze of complete joy. I may have been unsure about things before that night, but afterwards there were no doubts. I was finished with boys forever. Amy and I continued our affair all throughout the summer. She taught me so much about sex and how to give and receive pleasure. There were parts of me that had been dormant and Amy woke them all. In the fall I went off to college, sure that I would eventually come back to Amy. But I met other girls, and I fell in love with one of them. Amy understood. It was all she'd ever wanted for me. She moved away after my second year. I never forgot her, though. There were boys that had come before, but I always consider that kiss, standing in my kitchen on that bright summer day, to be my first. First Kiss Since the day her family moved in next door, Melissa and Jeff had been nearly inseparable. They grew up best friends, from kindergarten right through high school. It was a very rare occurrence being able to remain friends for so long. The two shared a unique connection, a bond they were not even aware of it most times. Things just seemed right. Their parents often joked they would grow up one day and be married. This was all talk the kids never cared to hear – they were just friends. Growing up in the lush surroundings on the island of Maui is something a person could easily take for granted. Jeff and Melissa often spent their teen years lounging and swimming in her pool with friends, hiking and exploring the enchanted island trails or just talking and hanging out. Their favorite thing to do was hike to a remote part of the island and swim in a beautiful blue lagoon with a trickling twenty-foot waterfall. It was a special spot – it was their private spot. The friendship continued as usual until one Saturday night at Melissa's house, a week after her eighteenth birthday. Her parents were gone for the weekend visiting relatives, so Melissa had the place to herself. How refreshing to explore her independence for a whole weekend alone, she thought. Things didn't turn out as she planned, though. Her date cancelled on her at the last minute, so she turned to Jeff to rescue her. Jeff was available and bored, so he didn't mind coming over to hang out. It was already dark, which ruled out swimming in her pool, so they decided to watch TV. Maybe they could find a good movie. Melissa scrolled through the channels and continued surfing until it ended up on one of those adult porn channels. When Jeff saw this, they guy in him came out, and he playfully begged, "Leave it on Missy. I've never seen one of these before." "Yeah right, keep dreaming sport," she teased back. They were always kidding each other, but she got the feeling he was serious this time. Something was different in his voice. Melissa looked at Jeff apprehensively, wanting to change the channel, yet she left it there. She was curious too, but felt unusually uncomfortable. She and Jeff shared virtually everything through the years – their feelings on life, their families, even who they were dating. Never, though, did they talk about sex. This was a boundary that had never been crossed. As they watched the porn movie, they pretended to be commentators and described the action with witty comments, laughing back and forth at the abundance of cheesy acting. As the movie progressed, though, they got quieter, watching a little more intensely. In the film, the needy housewife asked the pool boy if he needed help with his cleaning, and a minute later, she was kneeling down in front of him. Melissa giggled nervously at the oral act and asked, "Do guys really like when girls do that?" "Yeah guys love that. It's the best," he shot back. He was only answering out of what he believed, not from experience. Jeff had only seriously dated one girl in his life. They had slept together many times, but he never received oral sex. The laughing died down inside Jeff and was gradually replaced by feelings of arousal. He looked back at his friend Missy – he still saw his friend there, but there was something more now. His gaze roamed between the movie and Melissa. She had such a pretty face and wavy sandy brown hair. It fell down over her shoulders and just above her chest as she watched the action on screen. Jeff always knew she had breasts, but they seemed more prominent today. She breathed heavily while watching, and he saw her chest rising and falling deeply. Her nipples were poking out against her thin white t-shirt. He wondered if she was feeling stimulated like he was. Jeff pulled one of the blankets off the back of the couch and over his lap. He didn't want Melissa to see he was hard in his shorts. It was natural to be excited, but yet embarrassing while sitting next to his best friend. A few minutes went by, and the movie scene switched to two women fucking the pool boy. Jeff moved his hand over his cock, rubbing it very lightly with his fingers, and tracing it along the shaft. His mind wasn't thinking clearly, and tingles of pleasure were becoming more heightened inside. Looking over, he saw that Missy wasn't watching him – her focus was entirely on the screen. She was captivated, a mixture of wonder and lust on her face. She licked her lips, glistening them with her tongue. Seeing her like this released more passion inside Jeff, and he reached under his shorts and grabbed his cock firmly. It was already wet, dribbling precum out of his slit. Under the secrecy of the blanket, his hand stroked the length of his shaft slowly, wetting his fingers with his own secretions. The sounds from the movie were loud enough that he was sure Melissa couldn't hear or see him beginning to pleasure himself. Melissa didn't want to look as she pulled her own afghan onto her lap. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jeff's blanket moving back and forth very slowly. Was he just fiddling with his hands? Was Jeff really touching himself right in front of her? He couldn't possibly be – or was he? The noises coming from the other side of the couch were becoming more unmistakable now. She could hear the sounds of wet friction from under his blanket – he was definitely playing. Melissa suddenly felt warm and naughty inside. She knew she was wet and could feel juices pooling in her pussy. In any other situation she wouldn't hesitate to finger her tight little hole, but she was sitting here with her very best friend in the entire world. Giving in to her growing passion, she used her fingertips to lightly rub her thighs, just below her soft pink shorts. She was not wearing panties – she rarely did. As she rubbed her leg more under the afghan, she felt dampness seeping out of her pussy and glazing her shorts. She glanced over at Jeff and he casually looked away. His hand was working his cock a little faster now, and she could hear the sounds of him rubbing. Pulling her shorts to the side, she slid her smooth fingers up her pant leg and toward her pussy. Touching it for the first time, she was relieved feeling her warm cozy slit once again. It was waiting for her touch – she needed it now. She hoped Jeff couldn't see her, but the need to touch herself was much more powerful than her fading inhibitions. Brushing her finger against her swollen clit, an instinctive moan escaped from her lips. He heard it now – Missy was moaning and not from just watching the movie. He looked over at her and their eyes met, uncomfortably at first. They stared at each other for a few seconds then looked away back to the screen. They were fully aware each other was playing and rubbing yet they didn't stop. In fact, seeing Jeff watching her made her slide her finger deeper inside her warm, soft folds. She was so hot and slick inside and could hear her own wet pussy responding to her touch. Her shorts were soaked and messy from her own fluids. She looked back to Jeff. His hand was moving back and forth under his blanket faster now. He looked up and their eyes met. Staring into his eyes, she fingered herself more rapidly, brushing against her clit with her hand while gliding in and out. The burning passion fueled Jeff's thoughts more intensely. He knew Missy was watching him stroking, and instead of being embarrassed, he felt even more aroused. He wanted her to see more, so he slowly let the blanket slip off his lap. His gaze was now transfixed on her face as his cock came into full view. The room was dimly lit except for the glow of the television screen, but he knew she could see all of him now. He pulled his shorts down his legs and around his ankle, her eyes growing in size with shock and excitement as she watched him rubbing his glistening erection. His hands were shiny from his leaky precum and it lubricated him so he could stroke himself smoothly. Melissa lay back against the side of the couch, now facing Jeff, and pulled her shorts off. He could see the shorts falling to the floor under the blanket and stroked even faster, and he looked at her lap. Knowing he was watching, she pushed her blanket to the floor. With her nakedness now fully visible to him, she spread her legs and let her fingers invade her pussy. She lusted for that cock in his hands and dipped her fingers back inside, reveling in her wetness. Her pussy was fully soaked, with wet fucking sounds resonating through the room from her touch. Nobody had ever watched Melissa masturbating before and she loved it. Warmth grew inside Jeff as his orgasm continued building, watching her fingers pushing in and out of her pink little slit. She fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit faster, her inner walls pulsing and clenching, her orgasm building quickly. Simultaneously they let out loud moans as their bodies flooded with the warm rush of their orgasms, juices flowing from their bodies. They lay there resting – their bodies still numb and tingling. Fully relaxed and cleaned up, they both fell asleep on the couch watching infomercials about ginsu knives, super cleaners and indoor grills. The next morning was unsurprisingly awkward. Neither Melissa nor Jeff knew how to act or talk to each other, so Jeff went home after making a bit of small talk. Melissa was so happy, realizing for the first time she cared for Jeff on a deeper level, but the girl in her couldn't help but think he must have thought their big plunge was a mistake. Her mind confused and tormented her all day, leaving her frustrated and just a bit sad. Jeff wanted so badly to walk over and talk with Melissa, but the right words to say just wouldn't form properly. He wanted to call and tell her he finally realized she was perfect for him, not only as a best friend, but also as his soulmate. His embarrassment and awkwardness over last night were too powerful, and that phone call was never made. Weeks went by, and it seemed the more intense their feelings grew for each other, the less substance they had in their conversations. With each passing day, it became harder and harder to bring up about their night of masturbatory intimacy together. Small talk became the norm between them, each too nervous to bring up their growing feelings. More time passed, and soon the entire summer was gone. Melissa's father received an incredible job opportunity in California, and she and her family moved away that fall. Jeff's family was on vacation for two weeks at the time, and they never got to say a formal goodbye. Both were filled with regret and sadness, mostly at the loss of their friendship, but also at the possibility of true love lost. Nearly three years went by until their paths would once again meet. One afternoon, Jeff received a phone call out of the blue. "Hey Jeff, it's Missy!!" He was nearly too shocked to talk. After a few minutes of catching up, Melissa got to the heart of the matter. "I'd like to come visit you next week. I have some vacation time coming and I want to see you." It was agreed she would fly out Saturday and stay a few days with him. Jeff was so excited to hear from Missy – his Missy. He had never really forgotten her, but yet at this point, never really expected to see her again. When they met up at the airport, they were both so happy to be together. Jeff couldn't help but check out Missy – her hair was now shorter, modern and with light blonde highlights. It looked great on her. She looked better than ever, her figure was incredible and her smile could still light up a room. Melissa in turn marveled at Jeff. He had obviously been keeping in very good shape. His lean figure had been replaced by broad shoulders and a muscular chest. He still kept his boyish charms – she always loved his mussed-up blonde hair and cute smile. Melissa loved being back in her home city again, even if only to visit. She missed the Hawaiian way of living, she missed the beautiful gardens and endless sandy beaches, and she missed Jeff. For the next couple days they laughed, talked and got to know each other all over again. Their last full day together, Melissa came up with the perfect plan, "Let's go to the lagoon one last time." Skies of bright blue shone down on the lush gardens as they hiked their way to their spot once more. It was still just as they remembered. Vibrant tropical flowers lined the lagoon, and they both felt a warm glow inside when they saw them. The waterfall trickled and formed its own path down the small cliff, its water cascading into the deep blue of the lagoon. Jeff marveled at Melissa in her bright yellow and blue bikini, and old feelings for her awakened inside. She was so pretty, sharp and sexy – the perfect girl-next-door. Jeff smirked as he thought about this – Missy WAS the girl-next-door. Swimming over to the waterfall, Melissa playfully splashed at Jeff and teased him into following. He splashed back and swam after her. A tension was building between them – the type of sexual tension she hadn't encountered since that night three years ago on her couch. Memories resurfaced and she felt flush. Daydreams were interrupted as Jeff snuck up from behind and wrapped his arms around her. "Gotcha!" he teased playfully. Just the feel of him touching her sent chills down her spine, shivering in his strong, powerful arms. Laughing and teasing, Jeff turned Melissa around to face him. She felt so comfortable and alive with him. They gazed into each other's eyes, smiling, and it felt as though time had stopped. In that instant there was nothing that mattered but him and her. Melissa felt her lips tingle in anticipation, and without a word, she leaned in to kiss him – their first kiss together. As their lips met, Jeff's body sprung to life. Her lips were so soft against his, and he felt as though he was melting into her body, becoming one with her. Kissing her deeper, he tickled his fingers through her soft hair. She moaned as he glided his fingers along the back of her neck. Fireworks erupted in her body as his hands continued caressing her. The soft touch of his lips lit up a piece of her heart that had been dimmed since the day she moved away. She vowed they would never part and kissed him deeply again as he squeezed her body tight. They looked into each other's eyes as she whispered in his ear, "I love you Jeff. I think I always have." Melissa tingled as the words left her mouth. Hearing her say these words fulfilled his fantasy – he was here in their special spot with the woman he loved. "I love you too Missy, so so much," he whispered back. Melissa drew her head back as he kissed her along her neckline with a love that had been buried in him as well. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around him, her waist rubbing flush with his. With a subtle nod, they knew it was time to swim to shore. They hadn't noticed the overcast skies rolling in while kissing in the lagoon, and a light rain began to fall. They laughed as they sat down on the bright green grassy ground, raindrops cascading down their faces. With the sudden rainfall, Jeff knew any tourists outside would be scrambling for indoors, so they would be left in total privacy for quite some time. He laid her down and looked at her, smiling – she was the prettiest girl in the entire world in his eyes. Jeff reached next to her and picked a bright pink flower, putting it in Missy's hair as he caressed and played with her neck, kissing her softly and licking the raindrops off her warm skin. He unfastened her bikini top and moaned involuntarily as he saw her breasts. Her small breasts loomed in full view. He wanted to touch her, to feel her and to taste her. She let slip a soft moan as he rubbed and caressed her mounds, squeezing them in his hands. She ran her fingers through his wet blondish hair, pulling him down as he leaned in and sucked her hard pink nipple. Tingles radiated from her breasts while shivers filled her entire body as Jeff sucked, taking her fully into his mouth. He nibbled lightly and grazed his teeth against her nipple, and she pulled his head down harder to her body, weaving her fingers tightly through his hair. She had fantasized about being with Jeff again, but never in her wildest fantasies could she have imagined a more perfect scene. Her hands roamed and pushed his swim trunks down his legs. She could not see him naked, but she knew he was and could feel his hardness pushing against her thigh. Melissa watched in anticipation as he slid down her body and began kissing her belly and then lower. He licked the outer seam of her bikini bottoms, marveling that the only thing separating him from her pussy was a thin piece of fabric. Pulling them to the side, he drew himself to her soft lips, circling them with his warm tongue. She moaned and squirmed as he brushed his tongue back and forth across her swollen clit. He loved how sweet and special she tasted. Looking down and watching, Melissa spread her legs more as he pulled her suit off. Without hesitation, Jeff spread her swollen pussy lips wide and pushed his tongue deep within. She was so tight and hot and soaking wet. His tongue was sopping, her juices dribbling off his lips and down his chin. She grabbed his head and pushed it firmly against her fiery mound. He shoved his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, tickling her inner walls on every side. She went crazy and squeezed her legs around his head as he fucked his tongue in and out of her. Melissa's pussy tightened and pulsed, and she let out a frantic gasp as she climaxed intensely, soaking his tongue and face with her gooey cum. Jeff licked and sucked her leaking fluids while her body twinged and quivered. He brought his head up to hers and kissed her lips tenderly, melting into her mouth. She kissed him with a reckless abandon, loving the taste of her own juices. Melissa motioned for Jeff to lie down on his back as she straddled his waist, raised just above him. She slowly lowered her body, brushing her pussy against his hard cock, teasing it with her swollen lips. Grabbing his cock, she guided the tip between her folds and sat down on top of him in one smooth motion. He felt himself coated in warmth and become soaked in her juicy hole. She rocked her hips against him, wanting more of his cock in her pulsating pussy. Jeff was sliding so deep inside, her drenched pussy allowing him to glide freely in and out of her. He felt himself becoming alive with pleasure as his orgasm grew. She rocked her hips harder and faster, their bodies moving in perfect motion. She was on fire and knew her next orgasm was imminent. She needed to explode with him, knowing their bodies were joined together as one. He thrust his cock up inside her so fast and hard now. She moaned as his hands moved from her hips to her ass, caressing her smooth firm cheeks. As his orgasm approached rapidly, he glided his finger up and down her warm crack and rested his finger right on her soft, puckered hole. With each thrust, he wiggled his finger over her butthole and began putting pressure on it. Her skin relaxed and spread open, allowing his finger inside her warm, tight hole. They both felt themselves about to release in wild orgasmic pleasure. Moaning turned to screams as he let loose, his loads of hot cum shooting against her pussy walls. She felt the hot shots inside her, and this pushed her over the edge. Melissa pulsed and contracted around his cock and felt a huge warm explosion inside. He continued to ram in and out of her as they both finished their climax. They lay joined with one another while they panted, trying to catch their breath. She loved the feeling of him inside her warm, wet pussy. They kissed softly while resting for what seemed like hours. "I love you Missy," he whispered. She stared into his eyes and whispered back, "I love you Jeff." First Kiss As they walked back to his house, Melissa came to a resolution and happily said, "You know, I'm thinking of extending my vacation a bit longer." "You can stay as long as you want. Can you really stay a few more days maybe?" he asked hopefully. Melissa looked into her new lover's eyes – her one and only true love, and said, "I was thinking more like forever." Jeff could only look at her and smile brightly. He held her hand as they walked home. A new and exciting chapter in their lives had begun. First Kiss Your office door is open and you are working in your office in the biology department - the biology professor holding office hours on a Friday afternoon. You are marking papers and praying no students show up with questions today. You keep looking at your computer. Wondering if you should go online to look for AngelinNC from the Literotica chat room here at the office. Suddenly, there is a knock at your office door and you look up to see a woman standing in the doorway. "May I help you?" you ask. "You're Dr. McDonald, correct?" the woman asks. "Yes," you reply. "I stopped in to discuss something during your office hours. You do have office hours this afternoon don't you?" she asks. "Yes, this is one of my set office hour periods. Come in and have a seat." You notice the soft scent of honeysuckle in her perfume. You extend your hand to greet her "I'm Dr. McDonald. And you are?" "Angela," she tells you. Your stomach jumps. "What a coincidence," you think, "The same name as AngelinNC." "I don't recognize you from any of my classes. Which class are you in?" you ask. "No, you wouldn't recognize me. I've been auditing your introductory biology class via the university's long distance learning program on the Internet." she tells you. "I happened to be in town and thought I would meet you in person." "I forgot about the long distance learning program," you say. "Is it working out as an acceptable way to participate in the classes?" "Oh yes, definitely," she says. He smiles at her tentatively, "I hope this isn't out of line but you don't strike me as the typical 18 year old college student." With a small laugh she says, "Well, I like to understand how things work. I've actually already completed my Bachelor's and Master's degrees and I was looking for a new field to learn about." You smile back at her. You have a strange feeling about this whole meeting. Something about her is familiar. Also, you are intrigued to meet a woman here at the university who isn't a coed or another professor. She stands up and walks around to your side of the desk. Grinning at you. With another small laugh she says, "You don't recognize me, do you?" You look at this woman in wonder; everything clicking in your mind. "Is it you? AngelinNC? From the chat room online?" you whisper. As you sit back in your chair stunned, she completes walking around the desk to you. She straddles your lap. She reaches down and unzips your pants, extracting your rapidly hardening cock. As she slowly begins to stroke it she says, "So this is the hard cock I have wondered so much about. That I have waited so long to see and so long to feel. It is everything I imagined." You tremble as she strokes and you let out a small moan. Suddenly, you panic. "The office door is open. Anyone could see us." "Yes, they could," she says. "But it is Friday afternoon and the department seemed pretty empty as I walked down the hall. Besides, isn't this one of those thrills we have teased each other with during our chats in the Literotica chat room? The thrill of having each other somewhere we might be caught?" "Well, yes" you reply. "But I wasn't exactly thinking of my office where my colleagues could catch me. You are a student in one of my classes which could be an even bigger problem and cost me my position." She gets up off your lap, leaving your hard cock outside of your pants. She walks over to the office door and closes and locks it. "I'm still turned on as can be to think of screwing you here, in your office, where I have imagined you so many times," she says. She walks back your side of the desk again. She stands in front of you and slowly takes off all of her clothes. She stands just slightly out of your reach. Your breathing is growing ragged and your cock has never felt this hard. She straddles your lap again finally allowing you to touch her body. She presses her breasts against your chest; your hard cock sandwiched between the two of you. Your hands roam her body. From her face to her breasts to her stomach to her pussy and around to her ass. You groan "Ohhhhh, you skin is even softer than I imagined." She guides one of your hands back to her pussy. "Do you feel this?" she asks. "Do you feel how dripping wet I am from the anticipation of finally meeting you? I have been this way for days now as I've prepared for this trip." She leans her head toward yours as she raises herself up slightly to press the head of your cock against her opening. "I know neither of us will last long this first time," she says. "Far too much anticipation," she says laughingly. All you can do is groan. She slides herself onto your hard cock. Sinking your shaft all the way into her wetness. She looks you in the eye as you each sit still for a few moments, savoring the feeling of your union. Then with another grin she rotates her hips on your cock ever so slightly. That was all it took. You buck up into her once, twice and on the third thrust you cum with a long groan. She watches your face - your eyes squeezed shut. Your face scrunching as you cum. She trembles with a small orgasm too. You open your eyes to see her bright blue eyes staring into yours. You start to apologize "...Too soon, I didn't mean...." "Shhhh" she says running her finger over your lips. "No apologies. You have several days to make it up to me," as she leans over to kiss you. The first kiss between the two of you. First Kiss It happens on one of our beach walks. The sky is bright blue with a thin wisp of clouds, or maybe it's a high fog. The cresting waves rise slowly and crash dramatically, spurred forward by the storm that will arrive later today. Our dogs explore the driftwood and seaweed debris in wild circles, discovering, then covering, the scent of every other dog that's preceded them this morning. We talk about the usual things, my redheaded friend and I. Work. Dogs. My kids. Her last date. For a mile and a half and close to an hour, we walk and talk as we have countless times before. We reach our turn-around spot where the river, swollen by a week of rain, tries to force its way into the Pacific through the crushing surf. Four pelicans who have apparently delayed their journey south a few more days mingle with the crowd of countless seagulls at the river's edge. We stop and sit on the sand against a large curly redwood log that's found its way downriver, forever lodging itself here in the sands as a convenient bench for dogwalkers, beachcombers, and lovers. We sit quietly with our backs against the ancient log. The dogs, oblivious to us, continue their noses-to-the-sand search for recent canine visitors. Far off down the beach, two silhouettes tell us we're not entirely alone, but we know this stretch of beach is pretty much ours this mid-week mid-morning. The cool breeze and the warm sun relax me and I feel like I could close my eyes and doze off easily. Have you ever kissed another woman? Dina's question surprises me, jarring my resting mind back to the now. Yes. But only once. And I was really drunk. Really? It was nothing. Have you? No. At least nothing more than the usual peck on the cheek between friends. We're silent for a few drawn-out moments. That's an out of the blue kind of question, I say. I just wondered. So who was it? I'm embarrassed to tell her the story, though I'm not sure if it's because I have to admit I was so hopelessly drunk, or if it's because kissing another girl is not something normal women do. She was a friend and a coworker. Her name was Tracy, and God, Dina, this was years ago. Before you were married? No. Actually, Jeff was there when it happened. It was a New Year's Eve party. And everyone was pretty wasted. Wasted enough to kiss another girl? Oh God. OK. Here's what happened. Midnight came and Jeff and I kissed as you're supposed to do at midnight on New Years. Tracy and her husband kissed too. Then Tracy presented herself like she expected Jeff to kiss her. He got inexplicably shy, and looked at me for what to do. Tracy said, Just kiss me already. When he hesitated again, she said, OK then I'll kiss your wife. And that's it? Sort of. But she didn't just give me a friendly kiss on the cheek or the lips. She locked on to me, and kissed me hard. Tongue and everything. No way! I told you, we were pretty drunk. She was playing it up, I know, but she planted one on me, and before I knew it, I was pressed against the wall with her tongue inside my mouth and down my throat. And I let her do it. I even let my tongue go into her mouth too. It only lasted a few seconds. And that's all there is to the story. Really. Wow. And then we were quiet again for a few moments. An almost awkwardly long couple of moments. I try to break the strange silence between us. You think I'm weird now, don't you? Dina looks at me. Her blue eyes glossy in the reflection of the bright morning sun, the same color as the sky. And she just looks at me. The slightest hint of a nervous smile creases the corners of her mouth. Together we lean in toward each other. Her eyes close first as her face comes nearer, and I close mine too. Our lips find each other's easily. One kiss. One touch of our lips across each other. Something in my stomach begins to dance. No, hundreds of little somethings begin jumping up and down and all around in my stomach. My heart is beating so hard I can almost feel it bouncing under my skin. Dina's hand reaches behind my neck and pulls me in. Her lips press into mine. It feels different than any other kiss I've known. Her lips are fuller and softer than any man. Spongy almost. Fleshier. I feel her mouth start to open, slowly and tentatively. My lips open, following hers and I feel her breath begin to mix with mine as the space between us shrinks. Together, our tongues reach out and their tips touch. Two soft moans come from both of us at the same moment. We pull apart suddenly and begin to giggle. Her eyes are dancing, the corners crinkling upwards as her smile expands. They close once more as the hand on the back of my neck beckons me in again. This time, our mouths open without hesitation. Our tongues begin to play together, first at just the opening where our lips brush against each other, then pressing closer, we delve ever deeper, taking turns tonguing each other's cheeks and teeth and lips. This is so exciting. So very different. Her cheeks rub against mine. They're so soft. No angles or edges. No beard. No rough stubble. Just soft, warm, pliable skin. We break from our liplock and Dina kisses my face, my cheeks, my chin, and down my neck. I let her, leaning back slightly, as my arms wrap around her and hold her close. She returns to my waiting mouth and once again we plunge into a deep and frenzied kiss. We're necking like teenagers, I realize, in a first wild and formless make out session. I recognize the pubescent excitement of lust and exploration and daring from first kisses of more than two decades past. We discover each other's faces and mouths, wordlessly anticipating where each will go with their lips and tongue. The hand that holds my neck and keeps me in place, slides ever so slowly down the front of my jacket. It stops and rests atop my breast. What can I do but kiss her more deeply at that moment, giving her my silent permission to squeeze me and fondle me, which she does, eagerly, moving back and forth between my two small mounds, ensuring each of them receive equal time. Tentatively, my hands move around her waist. I discover a gap between her jeans and sweatshirt where soft, cool skin opens to the ocean breeze. Slowly, my fingers move into this opening, under her sweatshirt, until my hand completely disappears under my friend's clothes. Dina moans softly. The sound vibrates her lips against mine. Her fingers discover the stiff tips of my breasts and she pinches, gently, sending a shudder from my chest to my toes. My hands explore upward, inside her top. I cup her left breast tucked tightly into a thin, gauzy and lacy bra, and squeeze it. She is soft. Fleshy. Firm. Full. Lifting upward, I feel its weight. My hand slides into the valley between her breasts. I feel her heart racing. My fingers expand, stretching between the twin mounds. My palm presses firmly against her breastbone. Our long kiss breaks. I can feel your heart beating, I whisper. Can you? Yes. Can you feel mine? Never taking her eyes of mine, Dina tugs my tee shirt out of my jeans and reaches under my shirt, placing her hands on my bare skin in exactly the same spot where I'm touching her. God. It's racing so fast. This is kind of a weird way to spend the morning, isn't it? But I like it. Me too. A dog barks in the not so far away distance. Our eyes move, but not our hands. Her puppy has discovered that the two distant silhouettes are now distinguishable people only a hundred yards or so away and she's off to introduce herself. Dina groans. Don't move. I'll be right back. She lifts herself off the sand and jogs off to rescue the beachcombers from her dog's friendliness. Our fellow walkers unfortunately linger nearby at the river's edge, and the ticking clock of our real lives finally force us into the long walk back to the car. We don't say much, and only hint at what we just shared in the shadow of the beached redwood. For a few moments, Dina's freckled fingers find mine and we walk hand in hand down the beach, until they furtively fall away from each other when the next pair of beachcombers approach us. First Kiss As everyone, who is anyone knows, the first kiss determines the final outcome of any relationship. She knew this better than anyone else. After almost 7 years of being single again, she found herself continuously disappointed by the many near misses of the first "not it" kiss. That was about to change in one unforeseen evening of mishaps. As she was leaving the gym one evening, she approached her car only to realize that her keys were locked inside. She never did things like that. What had come over her lately? It was about the time she asked this question, that she realized her cell phone was inside the car on the seat next to the keys. She laughed briefly aloud to herself just to relieve the tension. She headed inside the gym to call for roadside service, and then left to wait outside. As luck would have it, it began to rain. She waited under the awning in a rocker and decided to take this time to consider her options for the upcoming benefit on no other day, but Valentines Day. Yes, she had promised her son and her mother that she would find her own date. After the many bad set ups by her mother of the "perfect guy" for her, she had determined that this would not be another night of bad conversation and meeting a new "friend". For weeks, she had postponed even looking for a date. She wanted him to be handsome, strong, determined, and most of all, a lover. As always, easier said that acted on. As she sat, weighing her decision between the 3 men met in the last week, the red tow truck arrived out front. She gathered her things and headed towards the parking lot. Just as she was approaching the truck, a man stepped out. He was dressed in jeans, a white shirt, and a baseball cap. Before she even gave instruction, he nodded towards her car and asked if it was hers. She nodded and followed closely behind him. She was in shock of the instant attraction she felt towards this stranger. He was rugged, muscular and wet from the rain. He asked if she would like to wait in his truck to avoid the rain and she politely declined. As she stood watching him easily begin to unlock her door, she decided that this was her one chance. She had never done anything like this. Why now? Why this man? She didn't know, but felt the urge to try. As she stood closely behind him, she slowly began the remnants of a conversation. His name was Brant. They made small talk as she continued working on her lock. He had incredibly deep blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. Before she knew what she was rambling on about, she had finished explaining the entire Valentine's benefit to him. He was laughing about the stories of dates gone wrong and almost seemed to be enjoying the conversation. Then, before she could catch herself, she asked what he was doing on Saturday. He slowly turned to look at her and began to laugh. When she asked again, he smiled slyly and replied "Would you like me to accompany you to the benefit?" She couldn't believe she had done it, but it was out there. She suddenly felt shy and said "yes, I would love that." A stranger, a stranger!! What was wrong with her? As they exchanged numbers, he unlocked her car and asked her to call the following day to finalize plans. Her son and mother were more amazed than she was that the plan had worked. As she was getting dressed on Saturday in the new black dress with sequins and a slit up the side, the nerves were taking over. She breathed deeply and reminded herself that he was probably just going out of pity. Her long blonde hair was swept up accentuating her slender neck. She heard the doorbell ring and headed downstairs. Breathing deeply before opening the door, she was as prepared as she was going to be. The man standing in her door did not even have the same appearance as the man unlocking her car in the rain. He was much more handsome and rugged than she remembered. She reached for her purse and saw him staring at her. She smiled and finally got enough words together and commented on how great he looked. "You look incredible" was all she heard of his response. As he took her arm and started out the door, he stopped and gently turned her towards him. "Here I am, a stranger, asked on a date by a strange woman in a parking lot in the rain, and I haven't even been given the opportunity to kiss you?!" She didn't know if it was question or request. But, as he pulled her close to him, she felt her body give way to his suggestion. His mouth was sweetly slanted over hers and all options to deny him were taken away. Her arms slid around his middle and she felt the hard muscles of his back. All of the emotions that had been simmering under the surface rose like a tempest and her heart felt like it was on a rampage. His hands buried in her hair, fingers twisting and tangling in the thickness, and bunched at the back of her head. His mouth was soft, yet possessive. As his tongue breeched her lips, she gave a small moan. The kiss quickly began passionate and deep. After what seemed like forever, he slowly lifted his lips from hers. For moments afterwards, her eyes were still closed. She could still feel the warmth of his lips and the quivering of her legs. When her eyes finally opened, she looked up to see him staring down at her. Then in the space of a heartbeat, he slowly lowered his mouth back to hers. Unable to stop, she sighed deeply and leaned into his strong arms. Her legs felt like rubber and her head was spinning. Her hands crept up his chest and around his collar. This kiss was passionate and long. It was ....the sweetest kiss she had ever known. As he lifted his mouth from hers, he smiled. "I would have asked you if had not asked me first", he said. What she never understood, was that this man thought she was attractive, loving and confident. He knew that even if she had never called, he would have pursued her. She stood there for a few more minutes staring up into those deep blue eyes and realizing that this was "the first kiss" she had been waiting for. First Kiss I'll never forget my first kiss. We were both 18-years-old, almost 19-years-old. A little late for my first kiss, but it wasn't her first kiss. There's nothing like the first kiss. I even remember her name, Kathy. For the life of me, I don't remember her last name, though. I remember that once I kissed her, I was in love, puppy love. I never felt anything like it. It was a powerful feeling. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was Kathy. I wrote her name everywhere, a thousand times a day. I doodled her name on all my papers and books, Kathy, Kathy, Kathy, Kathy. As if it happened yesterday, I remember my first kiss, even though it happened a lifetime ago. Never having kissed anyone before, except for my Mom, my aunts, and my grandmother, I didn't know how to kiss. All I knew was that I wanted to kiss this girl because she was pretty and she had big tits. Did I mention that she had big tits? She had big tits. I remember when she kissed me, she stuck her tongue in my mouth. Eww. Gross. That was new. That was foreign. That was French. I didn't know what to do. At first I was grossed out when she stuck her tongue in my mouth. Yet, as soon as her experienced tongue touched my virginal tongue, I felt an excitement that I hadn't felt since my Dad bought me a Lionel train for Christmas, when I was barely old enough to know what a Lionel train was, never mind to even want one. I was slow to mature sexually. Most guys have their first kiss years before their 18th birthday, but not me. Too busy playing sports, baseball, basketball, and boxing. I never realized that all my sporting interests began with a B, until now, baseball, basketball, and boxing. Weird. I was never into football or hockey, maybe had they been called bootball and bockey, I may have shown an interest in them. I did play bocce, though, that was fun and I was a bowler, too, now that I think of it. Maybe if golf was named, bolf, I'd be a bolfer, too. Anyway, there was this girl that I tried picking up with my friends. I was just out of high school and home for the summer, before going away to college. Going on 19, by the time I was in college in September, I had celebrated my 18th birthday. Kathy was the same age, almost 19-years-old. I was only a month or two older than she was. I don't know if it was because my friends were more aggressive than I had been in trying to get her phone number, or the fact that I hung back and allowed them to make fools of themselves, or maybe I just more appealed to her, but she lingered closer to me. Smiling and making eye contact, and making some light and pleasant conversation, she showed more interest in me than in them. I was a good looking boy back then. Everyone said that I looked like Ricky Nelson. Eventually my friends tired of being rejected by her and found another victim to chase after, which is what we did most of our free time, picking up girls. Actually, with all of us being so immaturely obnoxious, we annoyed them, until they gave us their phone numbers, which in most cases turned out to be phony phone numbers. Kathy and I walked and talked for miles and a couple of hours. Then, when I volunteered to walk her home, she gave me her phone number. Fearing rejection, I remember it took me a monumental amount of courage but I asked her out. She said she babysat for her neighbors on the weekends and I figured, instead of saying that she had to wash her hair, it was just an excuse not to go out with me. She said that her neighbors went out every Saturday night. She said she babysat for them because she needed the money for school. She was heading off to college in September. I remember now, back then, we didn't go out much on Sundays. Back then, nothing was open. Everything was closed, bars, stores, shops, restaurants. It was dead. Even the movies and bowling alleys were closed on Sundays. About the only thing open was church. It was a time that everyone stayed home, ate Sunday supper together, and visited with family and/or the neighbors. A time before cable TV and DVD's, we watched movies on one of the three channels we had on our black and white television. I called her that night and the next few nights following. We had made a connection, albeit a telephone connection. A time before cell phones, the Internet, and caller ID, even answering machines, I was relegated to hanging around my house waiting for her to return my calls. It seemed that every time I called her there was no answer. We seemed to always just miss one another. It was frustrating. By the time I finally got her on the line, I was excited. It was an excitement that I had never experienced before, maybe because our connection wasn't instant and immediate but delayed by the lack of technology. By the time I finally talked with her, the sexual frustration that I felt that turned to delayed gratification was allowed to simmer longer, before heating to a boil, especially when I thought about kissing her and fondling her big tits. She was a nice girl from a nice family. Her father was an engineer or a scientist, something that required that he needed a college education. He may have worked for General Electric, I don't remember. I do know that her family had much more money than my family did with my Dad being a Postal worker, a mailman. Nonetheless, she invited me over that Saturday to babysit with her. I remember it was so long ago, a time before jeans and sneakers were popular. No Reeboks, Nikes, or Adidas sneakers, just white PF Flyers were the only sneakers that I remember kids my age wearing. When I went to where she was babysitting, I wore a dress shirt with dress pants and black pointy toed shoes with Cuban heels. I'm dating myself. Now that I remember, we dressed better then. Now, everyone wears sweatshirts or tee shirts with jeans and sneakers. It doesn't matter if people go on a plane or appear on the Price Is Right, they all wear jeans with sweatshirts or tee shirts and sneakers. What happened to Americans to make them not care what they look like and take as much pride in their appearance as we had back in the 50's and 60's? I remember Donna Reed with her white gloves, June Cleaver with her pearls, and Lucille Ball always with makeup, while all the men wore suits, sport coats, and ties. Today, women are just as sloppy as the men. Finally, I arrived at the address she gave me. The parents of the two children she babysat for had already gone out for the evening and she had put the kids put to bed. We were alone. She was the first girl that I had ever been alone with, except for my cousins, but that wasn't the same. I didn't feel the same feelings towards my female cousins, as I felt for her. We sat on the couch watching television and talking. I remember prime time TV had cartoons, Flintstones, Jetsons, and Top Cat, no sex and little violence. Rawhide, Gunsmoke, and Bonanza were big back then. It was a simpler time. I remember she kissed me. I didn't have the nerve to kiss her, even though I was dying to kiss her and she surprised me by kissing me. Yet, once I felt her soft lips pressed against mine, with her arms wrapped around my neck, she parted my lips with her tongue. It was incredible. I remember being embarrassed because I had an immediate erection, one that tented my pants and I lowered my hand, so that she wouldn't see that I was excited. One kiss led to another and another and soon we were making out. She allowed my hand to feel her breasts. She had a C cup. I remember because they filled the palm of my hand. They felt so big and so firm. Her breasts were the first breast I ever felt. A time before the padded bras that they have now, I could discern her nipple pushing against my palm as my cock pressed against my underwear and pants. I was so very sexually excited. Only, I was still a virgin and she was, too. Nonetheless, she allowed me to feel her breasts through her white blouse and white bra and I was happy with that. This was our first date, if you want to even call it that. She was the first woman that I not only kissed, but French kissed, and hers were the first tits that I ever felt. She left for college before I could arrange to see her again. By that time, I was already dating another woman, Margo, who gave me another first, my first hand job. I should write that story, too, while it's still fresh in my mind. There are some firsts that you'll never forget and I've never forgotten the first kiss that I had with Kathy. I wonder where she is now and if she remembers me. Maybe not. I have a feeling that I wasn't her first kiss, but she was mine. First Kiss Brian was at work when I left the house. I can't believe that I am doing this. I am nervous, scared, and turned on like never before. After ten months of texting and sending sexy pictures, I can't believe I am on my way to fuck you finally. I hope that I am to your liking. I found you on Facebook and never thought it would be like this. I initiated the communication, but you took it further after seeing my pictures. You asked me to send dirty pictures to you. I got so excited at the thought of you looking at my naked body (and maybe even jacking off) so I took a bath and shaved my pussy just for your pictures. You see, you were the first boy I ever kissed. Remembering that kiss brings back a host of feelings. We were so young and you had just found out that your dad was being transferred. You told me to meet you at the corner because you had something to tell me. After telling me you were leaving that night, you French kissed me. I had never had another person's tongue in my mouth. I was slightly grossed out and slightly excited. I wasn't sure exactly how I was supposed to feel, but you made me aroused for the first time in my life (when I wasn't doing it to myself) and that left me wanting to learn more. After those first few pictures, you started placing orders for what you wanted me to do. I was to spread my legs wide and take a picture for you. That one was followed by a shot from behind. I used the mirror to get a great shot of my round, tan ass and lower back tattoo. I couldn't spread my ass cheeks like you requested. I hope there are repercussions for not following directions. We spoke daily on the phone and you told me that you wanted to fuck me ever since you saw my pictures on the computer. That turned into pussy and tit shots; along with the video of me fucking myself until I squirted. You love that trick. I asked for pics of your cock; the ones you sent me made so hot. Those pics helped me get myself off many times while Brian was away. Now I find myself driving two hours to meet you at a motel. You are working out of town for a few days and I am coming to collect the sex that you have owed me for 20 years. My husband believes that I have a workshop to attend for my job. Your wife knows you are out of town working. This is a first for us both. I am almost sick feeling about the lying and deception. But, I am wet with anticipation. You told me to wear a low cut dress with no panties underneath. I was to have my hair pinned up with messy tendrils hanging. Your last order was for sexy heels. I followed your directions and I hope I do not disappoint you. I feel so sexy with no panties, but I am nervous. We are not spring chickens anymore; I worry about wrinkles and divots. I remind myself of your reaction to my picture from behind. You said that I "ruined" you. You will never get that picture out of your head, you said. You also told me that I was in for the fucking of my life. Damn, I am nervous. The entire drive is filled with questions. Will I recognize you? Will you want me? You do realize that I am not thin, right? I'm curvy with the shape that childbirth game me. What will be your first reaction? How can I do this to Brian? Does this make me a bad person? But, thinking about being under your body as you hammer me furiously makes me want to finger myself. I'm going to die; this drive is taking forever. As I see the motel sign, my heart starts pounding even more. You told me to meet you next door at the little beer joint first. You want to extend and multiply the anticipation of what the night holds in store. I still cannot believe that I am doing this! I am crazy. I see the bar and my heart almost stops. I am going to die, right here. After parking the car, I get out and realize that my pussy is extremely wet. I can feel the wind through my dress. It cools my cunt, but only slightly. The wetness is only beginning. I am feeling faint and hesitate before walking in to the beer joint. Okay, here goes, it's now or never. I fake confidence and stride towards the door. I step inside slowly to find about 10 people hanging out there. Most are drinking and a few are playing pool. They all notice me. I am overdressed for a little dive like this. Their eyes are pouring over my body. I wonder, can they tell I'm wet? Did they notice there is no panty line? Where are you? Did you see me and change your mind? What do I do now? Reaching the bar, the chick behind it looks me up and down and with a slight grin; she asks me what I want. I take a few seconds and decide I DO need a drink. I am trying to relax and order a glass of cheap wine; I feel a presence slide up behind me. I feel your breath on the back of my neck. You growl into my ear, "I hope that I don't hurt you tonight." I lose my breath and try to recover. I don't want to look desperate. The truth is I AM desperate, desperate to bury your cock somewhere in my body. At this point, I really don't care where. Then you say, "You look exquisite and I am going to enjoy making you look like a whore." You slowly wrap your arm around my curves. Your touch is sending me into overdrive. I am scared that pussy juice is going to drip on the floor. I would die if that happened before we even looked into each other's eyes. You whisper to me, "You are so beautiful; I am going to take you tonight." "You are mine to do with as I please and I intend to use you thoroughly" My knees are getting weaker by the syllable. I turn to face you and I see that you have grown into a rugged, intimidating man. I can tell by that devilish look in those intense eyes that I just may have bitten off more that I can chew. That first glass of wine is gone and I look to you for a signal of what I should do next. You order me another glass and hand me $5. You tell me to walk slowly over to the jukebox. You want a better look at my curvy ass. Then I am to spread my legs and bend over as if I am looking for a certain song. My heart is beating faster now. I cannot do this. Not here, in front of these people. I guess I took too long to get started because you pinch my ass and tell me, "now." As I walk across the room, I feel those same eyes inspecting my body. I am ready to fuck right now. I am dying to feel the fullness that only a cock can bring. I don't want to wait, but I do what you tell me to. I get to the machine and brace myself by leaning on it. I spread my legs and begin to lean into the machine. I can feel the cold air on my cunt lips. I am sure everyone now knows that I am going commando. There are a few loud whistles and a couple of "hell yeahs," from the guys as they noticed my exposed pouty lips and asshole. I am stressing out. I am still in shock over this whole situation, but damn I am hornier than I have ever been in my life and I can tell I am getting more wet by the second. You walk over and slide your cold hand between my thighs and gather some of my wetness on your fingers. You hand me my wine, lick my pussy juice from your fingers and tell the bar, "and she tastes even better than she looks." Everyone there is whooping and hollering. I chug my wine and watch your eyes lower from my eyes to my tits. You look at me and tell me, "I can't wait anymore, we need to go." Fuck, I agree! As we walk out of the little bar, everyone is telling you to have fun. I look up and tell them, "Oh, he's in for the ride of his life." The whole place erupts again with "hell yeahs." Luckily, your room is the first one you come to when leaving that little dive. I don't think I could have made it any longer. As you try to open the door, I reach both arms around you to cup your balls and get a feel of that cock I have never seen in real life. You are hard and feel so nice. My fucking mouth is starting to water. Apparently, you weren't expecting me to touch you because you suck your breath in quickly and end up fumbling with the door lock. We both chuckle and step inside. As I step in, I feel you snatch me up roughly. The door shuts behind me and you pin me against it. I am breathing heavily already and I am scared I am going to cum before you ever get inside me. Both of my arms are over my head, making my back arch and my tits almost pop out of my dress. Your mouth comes crushing down on my mouth. I recognize that kiss. It was unforgettable, even back then. You have both my wrists with one hand and wrap the other hand around my neck. Oh my God, I am going to faint. This is wonderful. I have no control, you have me trapped. You could do anything you want to me. I couldn't fight you off, if I wanted to. I didn't notice the tie that you had fastened to the door. Before I realize what you are doing, my wrists are bound together tightly. You are restraining my arms so that both of your hands are free to torture me. You pull my dress down and release my breasts from the bra cups that were barely supporting them. You take both nipples and begin to knead them. I am breathing so quickly and feel pressure in my cunt already. You begin sucking my neck and biting me. The biting is soft at first and then more intentional. I cry out because of the pain that I love so well. My noises are driving you mad, you tell me and begin to pull at my nipples and grind your swollen cock into my full pussy lips; all the while, still biting my neck. I am going to cum; I can feel it. I didn't want to cum so quickly or easily, but I can't hold out any longer. You hear me begin to cum and twist my nipples. I moan your name and focus on the pleasure that I am getting. I can feel my stomach muscles tighten and my pussy begins to twitch. I hold my breath to intensify my orgasm. You release one nipple and slide two fingers inside me. Your fingers fill my hot hole and I continue to cum as you pump your fingers in and out of me. Finally, you get your prize. Cum squirts out, covering your fingers, hand, and the front of your pants. You rub your thumb over my engorged clit and make my pussy squirt more. I can feel my own juices roll down my thighs. My whole body is jerking and I am almost crying, yet you do not let up. You look into my eyes and tell me that I am not done coming until you want me to be done. I am going crazy and try to pull away from your stimulation. You continue working my clit over. Begging you to stop, I am still twitching and coming everywhere; my hands still bound, top of my dress pulled down and the bottom hiked up—I am sure this is one hell of a sight. My nipples are hard with arousal. My naked pussy exposed. I feel so vulnerable and dirty. All at once you stop everything and step back to admire your work. My pussy lips are parting slightly allowing my swollen clit to peak out. My neck and nipples are red from their abuse. My dress is like a tube of fabric wrapped around my waist and my hair is falling from its pins. I am completely ravished and disheveled. You look at me wantonly and tell me that you have never seen anything sexier in your whole life and you have much more in store for me. You release my wrists and allow me to sit on the bed. Tenderly you place your hands on my face and begin to kiss me. It starts out soft but quickly becomes less gentle. Standing in front of me, you pull the pins from my hair allowing it to fall past my shoulders. The curls are begging you to touch them. Leaning down, you wrap your hands up in my messy curls; you tell me that you won't be able to hold off for very long the first time that you enter me. I laugh and tell you that it's okay; I went off before I wanted to, also. You stroke my curls and tell me that you have been fantasizing about this day for a long time. Me too. I take your fingers into my warm mouth and begin to suck my flavor from them. I have always loved the taste of my cunt juices, especially, licking it from a man's body: his finger his face, his dick. You are mesmerized by watching me lick and suck your fingers. I look up and make eye contact with you. Again, I see that devilish smile. You pull me to a standing position and hold me tightly as you unfasten my bra and finish removing my dress. I stand naked before you except for my heels. You tell me to turn around and put my head down on the bed. My ass is up and spread for you to see. I don't like you staring at my asshole, but I do what I am told. For what seems like an eternity, I feel nothing but cool air on my naked body. I know you are looking at me. I know that you want to fuck me. I know you want to control me. I know you want to hurt me. I DON'T know what to expect next. Your fingers touch the delicate area between my pussy and asshole. You dip a finger into my still wet cunt. I can feel your fingers massage my panty line and knead my labia. This is an amazing sensation, so I tell you so. You remove your hands abruptly and the next thing I feel is a painful smack on my pussy lips. I bite my tongue so I don't make any noise. You smack my pussy again and I can feel the tears welling up. You walk around and show me the plastic paddle you spanked me with. You tell me that I was not instructed to speak that is why I was punished. You tell me that you are going to return to what you were doing and I was to "shut up and enjoy it." Again you wet your finger with my juices and begin to massage my cunt. You kneel behind me and I can feel your breath on my ass cheek. I feel your nose and tongue separate my intimate halves. You begin lapping at my pussy lips and gently sucking. From time to time you reach down and run your tongue over my clit. Your fingers dart in and out of me. You are working hard to get me to squirt again, I'm sure. Our prior conversations have gotten detailed enough; I know what you want. You want my cum in your face. Two fingers begin pounding my pussy while your thumb rubs my clit. I am beginning to feel that heavy sensation in my core. You are going to get your wish. But instead, you slow down and let off my clit. I feel your breath on my ass again and then on my asshole. You lick my hole with the gentlest touch and I feel electricity shoot through my body. You use your flat tongue to rub my asshole. I feel like I am going to explode. All at once, you force two fingers deep into my cunt, use your other hand to pinch my clit, and push your tongue deep into my ass. I immediately start coming. My pussy is gripping your fingers and twitching. Finally you get your desire. I start coming and my cunt squirts you. Your mouth is eager to catch my pussy juice, so you remove your tongue from my ass and replace it with a finger. Fingering my ass and pinching my clit is more than I can handle. My knees are buckling. You stop stimulating me long enough to bury your face into my body and suck my pussy hard. I finish squirting and you release my body, allowing me to get on my knees and chill for a second. I need your cock in me, somewhere, anywhere, just let me feel how hard you are. I turn around and kiss your pussy soaked lips. You look at me as if to say something. I reach down and stroke your cock through your pants. I tell you that is it my turn to enjoy you and you had better shut up and enjoy it. That must be good enough, because you just smile back at me. I tell you to sit on the bed. You rise to sit on the bed and I straddle you. Your hands automatically go to my tits and I place them back on the bed, palms down. I explain to you that you cannot touch me until I tell you it is time. You chuckle and tell me that's going to be difficult. That is the point, my dear. I cannot physically control you at this point in our play. But, I have one hell of a mental game. I snuggle my naked pussy against your crotch, which makes you breathe deep because I grind myself onto your pants. I lean forward and softly nibble your neck; your cock jumps. I run my hands around your face and up the back of your neck. My cunt is hot and wet, so I know you can feel it through your clothes. Your eyes are closed, so I tell you to open them and look at me. I sit back and cup my breasts and start to pull my nipples. I bet you want to feel my nipples again, don't you? My pussy is waiting for you touch too. But, it's not time yet. You are watching me intently as I lay back and lean on your lap. My knees are folded under me, so you have a perfect view of my open fuckhole. I slide two fingers in and fuck myself for a quick second. Then I remove my fingers from my cunt, sit up again, and stare into your eyes as I suck the pussy juice off of my fingers. You reach around and grab my ass and grind into my body. I remind you that I did not say it was time yet and put your hands back on the bed. You are getting impatient with me. Good! I unbutton your shirt and get it off of you. Your shoulders are strong, your arms are firm. I know you could take me anytime you were ready. You are humoring me and my little game. Again, I feel vulnerable. I slide off of your lap and onto my knees. I am kneeling before you, naked and weak. I can tell that you like me down here. I ask you to stand up and undo your pants. You stand to unbutton your pants; I look up at you from the floor and you are smiling with that devilish look. I unzip your pants and slide your shorts down. I finally get to see your beautiful cock. I stroke it slowly and softly, memorizing the shape and imaging what you will feel like buried in my cunt. Your cock is perfect and I nuzzle it with my face. My tongue is lapping at your sack before you know it and I feel your body tense at the sensation. I rub my face into your balls and begin to massage them with my smooth hands. Your balls are in one hand while I aim your head towards my hot mouth. I drag my nose up and down the length of your dick while taking in your manly smell. You feel my nipples softly bounce up and down on your thighs while I worship your stiff cock. My breath is on your abdomen, your dick is in my face, your balls are in my hand, and I am on my knees naked. What more could a man ask for? I quickly force your cock deep into my mouth and I feel you jump. Your head is almost in my throat then I pull you back while I am rubbing your balls. I suck you gently then more forcefully. I want to see what you want from me. Your hands have left the bed and have found my hair. I allow you to twist your hands up in my hair. I wrap my hand around the base of your cock and work it up and down while sucking you intently. Your dick feels so good in my hot mouth; you are swollen and hard. I hear a small moan escape from your lips. I speed up the pace because I know you are almost there. You warn me that it will not take much more for you to cum, so if that is not my intention, I should stop. I back off but only to wrap my tits around your hard cock. I am rubbing my tits up and down your shaft and licking the head of your dick. You reach up grab my tits. Holding them tight against your cock you start fucking my tits. You are getting faster and faster, so I tell you to let go. I want to prolong your torture just a little bit longer, so I rub your dick across my face and continue stroking it slowly. I return your cock to my mouth and start sucking you hard. My mouth is watering. I love your cock in my mouth. I am stroking you while I suck hard. Your moans are getting louder and more guttural. I tell you to stand up. I am sitting on the floor with nothing but my heels on. I lay my head back on the bed and tell you to climb on top of me and fuck my mouth. You waste no time dropping your pants and leaning over me to pin my head down. You shove your dick in my throat. I grip your ass while you fuck my mouth, forcing you up and down on my face. It only takes a few rough strokes and I feel your balls tense and fill my throat with your cum. As your cock pumps my throat full, I swallow your cum and continue to suck gently to make your orgasm last. I take you in as far as I can and swallow the end. Your sounds are primal, animalistic. I love that I have that kind of control over you already. First Kiss I figure that I am going to get a reprieve while your body recharges. I figured wrong. You motion for me to come to the bed. Getting onto the bed, you place a pillow under my ass. I feel your hands caress my calves and slide up to my inner thighs. You spread my legs wide open and position yourself between them. Your mouth could reach out and suck my swollen cunt, however, you do not. Instead, you ask me to show you how I get myself off. I lick my index finger and start to rub myself. I rub circles around my clit and massage my opening; every now and then forcing two fingers inside my hole. I ask you if you like what I am doing and you reply with, "absolutely." At first, your eyes are focused on my hand working its magic between my thighs; then they shift up to my face. You seem to be enjoying watching me fuck myself. You touch me again and I feel your fingers enter me and dig deep into my body. As your two fingers fill my hole and you start fucking me with them, I can feel the rest of your hand pound my pelvic bone with each thrust. This feeling is intense, but I need more, so I pull my knees up so I can get more of that solid hit every time your hand lands on me. I circle my clit with shaky fingers and I look up to see you staring at my face; watching my every reaction to your work. My body is shaking; I need your cock inside me. I cannot wait any longer to be writhing underneath you, my pussy filled tightly with your dick. You add a third finger to make me whimper. That is the reaction you were looking for. Twisting your fingers into my pussy makes me cry out in pleasurable pain. I feel you watching my responses. With every twist I am squirming and whimpering. You tell me that I am killing you and you are done waiting. I catch my breath as you center yourself over me. Your cock is hard and threatening; I feel you enter me and grasp my hips. The first stroke was the most amazing feeling. Your dick fills me up and I arch my ass up to meet you. I want that pounding that you promised me. I need you to fuck me hard now, I am done waiting. My legs are wrapped around your torso and you slam yourself into me. Landing hard and solid with every stroke, you pound me for quite a while. My pussy is already beginning to twitch and I can feel my orgasm building. You must have noticed I was going to cum, because you switch things up on me. You close my legs and hold my ankles over my head. Slowly, you slide your dick in and out of me. You are enjoying the view of your cock parting my lips and bottoming out. You are going slower than before, but you are still slamming into me. I grunt every time you land hard onto me. I am so swollen and sore from the night's activities, but what a welcome sensation of your balls on my asshole. You allow my ankles to land on your shoulders, as you continue to pump in and out. This position is causing you to rub everything at once. Your dick head is massaging my insides while your balls are slapping that sensitive area between my two holes. As you pound me hard, you grind yourself into me, stimulating my engorged clit. You wrap my legs around you and continue your assault on my cunt. I am going to cum and you know it. The strokes get quicker and you grind your hips into mine. You tell me, "come on baby, cum for me, I want to see it." Your words send a jolt through my body and I feel the release coming again. Licking my fingers first, I rub my clit and wait for the euphoria. I hold my breath until I cannot hold it any longer. My pussy jerks on your dick and clamps down tightly. Oh, yes, that is the feeling you have desired. You tell me that you are going to cum. My pussy is shooting my juices onto your cock. I am crying out as I come. Driving into me quickly, you moan with every hit. Finally, you grip my thighs and open my legs as far as they will go; you are trying to get as deep inside of me as possible. The last few strokes are painfully deliberate and hurt me; you finally slam into me and fill my cunt with your cum. I am coming down from my high as you finish coming. This is so animalistic; the two of us coming and grunting, fucking in a puddle of my wetness. We lay there for a while; both satiated, and wonder why it took so long for us to do this. It is dangerous and we both have much to lose. I decide to shower while you run across the street to grab some grub. What do we do now? Is this a one-time thing? I don't love you and you don't love me. The sexual curiosity was more than either of us could bear. It led to some wonderful sex, though. I haven't been fucked like that in an eternity. All that energy we spent has left us both hungry, so we suck down the burgers you got. We try to make small-talk because both of us are avoiding the subject at hand. We spend a little time catching up on the past; discussing the major events in our lives. We both agree that this was fun and we should "catch up" more often. In a few hours you will go to work and I will drive home. No one knows where this will lead or if it will really ever happen again. Hmmmm, no strings attached. I kinda like the sound of that. Driving home, I think about the night's events and the way your face smelled like my pussy. My cunt is sore and I feel used. I love feeling vulnerable. You made me feel like a whore and I need you again, already. I start coming up with plans for the next encounter. We have to make it happen. I loved staring up at you, looking into your eyes with your cock in my mouth.