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Libby & John: First Time Ch. 02

By: Just_John1



If it offends you, common sense rules, don't read it.

As John untangled himself to stop the alarm he had visions of throwing it against the wall and watching as its many small parts bounced around the room. He dragged himself out of bed chuckling quietly at the satisfying mental image, his legs feeling as if they each weighed 150 pounds, his arms aching in that overused manner that reminds you that you have done more than your body is prepared for. His thoughts on his shower and what he had to do when he got to work he glanced at Libby laying in the bed sleeping in the dim pre-dawn light.

The sight of Libby completely stopped him in his tracks. She looked so peaceful, her hair in complete disarray, her trim arm still stretched out from under the blanket where it had been all night, allowing her just to touch John, her hand resting possessively on his back throughout the night. John watched as her hand moved, reached out as if searching, only to find emptiness. John's heart ached as he watched the frown pass across her face and in the moment before her eyes opened John thought... 'Fuck, I'm losing it!' the thought that he could feel so melancholy about such a small and meaningless frown was so foreign to him. 

"John..." Libby's dry and brittle voice reached out for him. John had a moment of wistfulness, he never wanted to wake another morning without hearing that, without being able to pause for a moment and look down at Libby before going off to do battle with the world, he realized that he didn't have to fight alone anymore, but would it last? September seemed so far away but so imminent. He would be going away to school and away from this woman that he now realized he had always had an unrealized love for, and had fallen even more in love with over the past four days.

"Shhh... baby doll, I'm going to work... sleep and I'll call you when I get home..."

He leaned down and picked up her hand bringing it to his lips to gently nuzzle, it turned over and caressed his cheek, sliding around his neck, she pulled him down to her. Her lips barely touching his, she moaned deep in her throat, warm and content. John gently pulled himself free and feeling more reticent than ever, walked into the bathroom, sitting in almost a stupor as the room slowly began to fill with steam.

As he walked in the kitchen prepared for another day of, what he now called, 'building shit' Libby was waiting for him sitting at the breakfast table, a terry cloth robe wrapped around her and a serious look on her face.

"John..." she said quietly

"Yeah?..." he replied trying to keep his voice light.

"I hate it when you leave. I don't want you to leave."

"Libby, I have to go to work... I don't want to but that's why they give me money... otherwise I wouldn't go." He smiled at her trying to make it a joke.

"I mean in September, I don't want you to go away."

"Libby, we'll deal with that in August, ok? The summer just started and who knows, maybe by the end of the summer you'll be sick of me anyway!" John hated confrontation, and wanted to just put the thought of going away to school out of his mind.

"Today's Friday, can we spend the weekend together?"

Libby rose from the table and seemed to glide across the floor to John. Her head went down on his shoulder and his arms went around her small shoulders, holding her close to him. John had never been comfortable with girls before, but with Libby it was different, it was natural. He thought about the night before, how nice it felt to hug her, how her breasts felt against his chest how her nipples hardened in his hand, and started to have the typical male reaction. He pulled his hips back, trying to prevent her from feeling his rising hard on but she followed him, smiling unseen against his chest.

God she loved it when she felt his cock get hard. She loved knowing he wanted her. She wanted to be wanton with him, to take him into her body, to squeeze his cock with her pussy, to feel his hard body shudder against hers, his cock swell inside of her, his breathing stutter. She didn't mind coming once or twice either, of course. She had never felt this way before.

She felt cold and empty when John pulled away and sat down to tie his construction boots. The act of tying his boots was so simple but was so masculine at the same time. She stood quietly across the kitchen watching the muscles ripple in his forearms as he pulled hard on the string, snugging the boots. She watched as he got up and walked across the kitchen. He kissed her briefly, almost chastely, before he walked out of the door, she smiled as she looked down to see two small clumps of dirt that had fallen off his boots. She felt almost wifely as she bent over to scoop them up and dropped them in the trashcan.

Libby paused and wondered if this was just because she was finally a complete woman, and John was the 'one' or if it was something deeper that she was just realizing. She thought back to when she used to go to John's soccer games and sit quietly by herself, unseen by John and watch him play. Even when he was upset about that coffee shop thing she would go and watch his practices, always from a distance, unseen. She looked for him in the hall at school, and always tried to talk to him. The excitement she felt when she saw him must mean something more. Her heart would speed up a beat or two, her palms getting moist, she would feel herself blush when she saw him. It must be more.

She thought back to the previous evening, the feeling as he penetrated her, the sharp pain as he slid in for the first time, the feeling of warmth as she realized they had become one. Her thoughts had fallen back to the earlier evenings, watching the expression on his face as he came, the tenseness in his body, the rapt fascination as he made her cum, the boy like expression of amazement and wonder as he learned her reactions. She wanted to experience it over and over again. She wanted to make sure he never got bored with her. She determined to keep experiencing new things, to find out his likes and dislikes, to keep it fresh for him. 

Once she had determined that this wasn't a short-term crush, and that it was deeper than anything she'd ever felt she walked to the shower with a spring in her step and a contentment she'd never felt before. As she stood in the shower soaping her body her thoughts once again turned to the previous evening. Her nipples began to harden and she felt the tingles as her hands ran lightly over them, the beating of the water providing continuous stimulus while her fingers trailed down her body. Her clit was hypersensitive and she used her clitoral hood to protect the jangle of nerves as her fingers slowly began a circle. She found that her passage was still tender from the night before so she concentrated solely on her clit.

John seemed to know exactly how to rub, the right speed, the right pressure, almost like doing it herself, like now, but different. It was the anticipation of the unexpected that drew her to a fever pitch with John. The crescendo was so much more intense, but harder to achieve with John. She now rose quickly to her orgasm and felt the expanding waves of tingles emanate from her clit, focusing again at her nipples, coursing through her body. Her head went back with eyes closed as she slid slowly down the wall to end up in a heap, the now cooling water gently caressing her body. She started to giggle, then to laugh out loud when she imagined what she looked like, hair across her face, legs spread wide, water running over her while she twitched in the after shocks of her orgasm. She felt like the picture of wantonness and so wanted John to see it, so she could see his excitement, watch him harden, be his sex toy. She wanted him to do what ever he wanted with her, to enjoy her. Her fingers once again sped up as she rose to her second peak.

Her clit had become so sensitive that she had to massage around it until it demanded direct attention. Her legs straightened and her back arched, pushing her pussy up against the relentless rhythmic pressure from the water. The sensation was overwhelming as her body pumped, her legs shaking, her abdomen shuddered once, then again. Her breath exploded from her with each pulse of orgasmic waves... it just kept going on and on... never quite getting as intense as she expected it to but not receding either.

"Ungf! Uhngf! Ohhhh..." As the waves finally began to recede every muscle in her body relaxed, her head lolling to the side.

John and Libby had fallen into a routine over the past two weeks. John would go to work, get off later than he wanted, go home and shower and then go to Libby's apartment. Most of the time, due to parental pressure, John went home after making love with Libby. He hated getting up in the morning to a cold and lonely bed in the darkness and getting dressed to go to work. He loved the few occasions that he was able to stay with Libby through the night and got into the routine where he'd snuggle up to her and just hold her.

His friends had started to call him to ask if everything was ok. They hadn't heard from him since school got out. John was looking forward to tonight. A gathering of the guys and their girlfriends was planned at Danny's house. His folks were away for the weekend and he was having people over to his house for a cookout and pool party. Six couples and a few of the unattached guys would be there. This was his first opportunity to bring Libby into his circle. He was nervous about their acceptance of Libby, they all had seen her around but none of them had really spent any real time with her.

John was still in the ditch-digging category at work, digging forms, backfilling holes and setting up the forms. His nickname had become "college boy" and he was known for being hard working, reliable and smart. His coworkers knew that they could give him a task and get out of the way and he'd get the job done well and quickly. The crew quickly warmed up to John's dry sense of humor and he was accepted by this group of workers that would never do anything other than concrete work.

John was interested in the different types of people that he worked with but he also knew he was different. For him this was a fill-in job, just to generate money until he went off to school, but for the others it was a way of life. There were the two or three guys that had to have a quart bottle of beer to soothe the hangover on the way to the job site, there were the guys that just didn't think. One guy in particular, Doug, just seemed dumber than dirt. If you wanted to find the worst way to do any chore, Doug would find it. John learned a lot by watching Doug working on a task and figuring out what he was doing wrong. Doug's accepted nickname, apparently established long before, was 'Knucklehead'. It wasn't affectionate, but it was accurate. Doug responded to it as if it had been given to him at birth.

As John was just completing the construction of a semi circular sidewalk form at a house scheduled for delivery of concrete the following Monday the skies turned black and the rumble of thunder rattled the windows. After being hit in the head twice with the flat side of a shovel John had sent Doug to sit on the tailgate of his truck as he finished the more intricate parts of the assembly of the form. Doug really was a good guy, he just didn't have the sense to poor piss out of a boot, didn't have the brains that god gave a goose to quack with and all the other phrases that indicate a total lack of comprehension of anything that required common sense. Doug was built like an Adonis and had facial features that drew women like moths to flame. And they found him wherever he was.

As John took his tools to the back of the truck he was introduced to the most recent moths that had sought out the company of Doug. Claire seemed older than Katy and had an intelligent sparkle in her eyes. Katy, however, seemed to be Doug's soul mate, with a vacant "nobody's home" look in her eye.

"Hey John, it's going to rain..." Doug said with an accompanying bright flash of lighting followed almost immediately by an earthshaking peal of thunder. He always had the keen eye for the obvious.

"No shit Doug, really?" Claire laughed and Katy glared.

"John, let's go grab some lunch, Katy and Claire are hungry" 

"Doug, with this rain they're going to send us home for the day, I'd really rather just head back to the office and knock off for the day. Then, you can do anything you want."

"Aww come on John! Lets go grab a bite to eat."

"Go ahead Doug, I'm not really into it..."

"My car's at the office, come on it'll only take a couple of minutes."

The plaintive tone to Doug's voice grated on John, He really wanted to get home so he could clean up and call Libby. This just didn't interest him at all. But he had to work with Doug, and it would be worse if Doug was pissed. As many times as he'd been hit in the head by the dumb fucker, imagine if he was pissed and trying to fuck John up.

"Ok, ok, Doug, but we have to make it quick... where d'ya wanna go?"

John stood by and watched as Doug made arrangements to meet the girls at a little Italian place a couple of miles away. Claire took the directions and turned and smiled at John as they walked back to their car. 

Once the tools had been put away and they got in the pickup Doug started on John. "Man, I think Claire likes you... and I know that Katy puts out. After lunch whattaya say we head up to the hill and try to get some."

"Doug, I'm really not into it. I just want to get home. I have some things to do tonight."

"Come on man! This is a sure thing! Catch a quickie and then head home."

"Doug I'm really not interested. I'm really not!"

"How can you not be interested? Claire's a fox! And I'll bet she fucks like a mink with no back bone!" John was reticent to tell Doug about Libby. The way Doug handled women like toys for his pleasure really made John sick. He knew that Doug couldn't understand his feelings for Libby. He had a mental image of Doug at 40, divorced three times, with four kids running around, all needing baths and a wife in curlers sitting at the kitchen table drinking her fifteenth cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette while she bitched at him for not getting any work done around the trailer. John shuddered.

"I agreed to do lunch and then I'm heading back to the office and home... That's it."

Doug shut up as they pulled in the parking lot of the restaurant. Claire and Katy were sitting at a table. Of course Doug sat down next to Katy forcing John to slide onto the booth bench next to Claire. Doug leaned over and kissed Katy sticking his tongue forcefully into her mouth and groping her breast right in front of John and Claire.

"Uh huh! So, John," Claire laughed, "ummm, how long have you been doing the cement thing?" 

"I just started, I just graduated from high school a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh yeah? Any plans for the fall?"

"Yeah, I'm going to college, I got a soccer scholarship, I'm going to Arizona State, I want to study Architecture."

"You're a soccer player?"

John felt her hand on his leg. "I love soccer players. I love the muscles in their legs." And her hand slid farther up his leg, sliding over the crotch of his jeans pressing down on his hardening cock. 

'What the fuck are you doing?' he thought. He'd never been in a situation where he was trying to avoid the advances of a woman. Claire was cute, she had a nice athletic body, her tight shirt molded to a flat stomach and fit the forms of her breasts snuggly. Her makeup was a little heavy but not overly so, she had nice blue eyes and her hair was long and straight. John was amazed to find that he wasn't interested at all. This was an attractive woman, she was obviously interested, evidenced by her hand rubbing his cock through his jeans, a sure sign, but the only thing he could think of was getting out of there to Libby. This was a new experience in John's life in more than one way.

He dropped his napkin on the floor and managed to disentangle her hand from his lap as he bent over to pick it up. As he straightened he slid slightly away from Claire and did his best to fend her off during the rest of the lunch.

As they drove towards the office John noticed that Claire's car was behind them. "John! Turn down this road."

"Shit!" the truck slid a little on the wet roadway as John turned, but he was able to control the heavy beast as they proceeded down the road into a construction site. The parking lot had been cleared, the foundation was built, and the place was empty.

"What the fuck are we doing here Doug?"

"I'm gonna fuck Katy before we get back."

"Bullshit, Doug! I want to get back to the office and get home!"

"Aww come on John! It'll just be a quickie. I'll bet Claire would fuck you if you tried a little"

"Doug, I really, really want to get back to the office! Like now!"

John felt like a mouse in a trap. Events out of his control were happening and his attempts to be polite were apparently going over Doug's head. 'Note to self' John thought. 'Shoot this fucker on Monday! Actually maybe Monday's too late, ok, shoot this fucker now.'

He stopped the truck and Doug hopped out before the truck even came to a complete stop. John opened his door and got out standing next to the truck. He walked around the truck and pulled the tailgate down to sit on as Claire got out of the car and Doug slid in.

The rain had stopped. John loved the smell right after a rain, like the air was clean. It just seemed like everything was so clean. He looked around at the construction site and the woods that surrounded it. He loved the woods, camping, being out doors, fishing and just walking and seeing new stuff.

He snapped back as he felt the truck sag slightly under the weight of Claire settling on the tailgate.

"You don't like me..." Claire said softly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you don't. I've done everything I can to get you interested short of throwing you down on the ground and fucking your lights out and I'm not getting anywhere. Are you gay or something?" Claire's voice had taken on an almost hopeful tone.

"Hell, no!" John laughed. "What makes you think that?"

"Well... I've never had a guy say no before, maybe... maybe... I was just hoping so it wouldn't be anything wrong with me."

"It isn't anything wrong with you Claire. I'm involved. I have a girl friend and she's important to me."

John glanced at the car parked behind his truck and saw Doug and Katy kissing in the back seat. Katy's head fell back on the seat and John could hear her moan. As he watched, Doug moved over on top of her. John could only see Doug's white ass, starkly white ass, and Katy's face over Doug's shoulder. John knew the exact moment of penetration as displayed on Katy's face. Her eyes rolled back in her head and John and Claire both heard the grunt that Katy made as Doug slid his cock into her. 

John was startled when Claire leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Doesn't that look good? Don't you want to feel that, your hard cock sliding into my wet pussy? Come on John I need to get fucked. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me." Claire's hand slid over his hardening cock.

"No!" John said as he pushed himself off the tailgate. He turned and looked one more time as he walked around to the driver's side of the truck, Katy was obvious cumming and he briefly watched as Doug rammed his cock into Katy, held it there, then rammed it home again and held it there, his grunts signaling his spending as deep inside Katy as he could get. 

"Give him a ride home when they're finished would you?"

"John! Don't leave... Please!" he heard as he started the engine and threw it into gear spinning tires in his effort to get away. He couldn't understand his reaction. He knew he loved Libby. He knew she was in a class of her own but he still got hard when Doug was fucking that idiot. Claire was just not his type but she still made him tingle as her hand caressed his cock. How could he let himself get into that situation? Why the fuck didn't he just leave when it all started? He felt like he had cheated on Libby even though he'd never made any moves, never did anything during the whole crazy two hours while the whole thing unfolded. The point was he could've easily avoided being in that situation at all, but he didn't. Why?


Libby & John: First Time Ch. 02



Libby knew something was wrong as soon as John picked up the phone by the deadpan tone of his voice. "Hey John what's wrong babe?"

"Nothin'..."

"Come on honey, I can tell something's bothering you what's the matter?"

"I don't want to talk about it..."

"Ok ok," thinking that she'd get it out of him later anyway. "When are you coming to get me?"

"Ummm I'm not sure I want to go... I'm tired, I was thinking maybe we could skip it and I'll just crash early."

"You'll crash here?"

"Nah, I'll just crash here..." Always wanting to avoid confrontation John figured he could put it off while he figured out what the hell happened and how to tell Libby about it.

"John, are you embarrassed of me?" Libby asked on the verge of tears.

'Fuck!' John thought, 'I didn't even do anything. Why am I being such a dick. Damn! I can't stand to see Libby unhappy.'

"John, can you come over so we can talk? Please?" 

"Libby, I'm sorry, give me a little while and I'll be there, ok? We definitely need to talk."

Libby hung up and it was with great trepidation that she began to get dressed. She wasn't sure what to do. If she just put on lounge around the house clothes, John might get upset because it would look like she didn't want to go hang out with his friends. If she got ready to go out and John didn't want to go she would feel like an idiot. She settled in between with a crop top blouse and a pair of shorts. 

She was terrified that there was something wrong, that John was mad, that he'd decided it just wasn't working out. She knew she'd put a lot of pressure on him to spend the night but she so loved waking up next to him, being there for him, making love to him. She tried to put it out of her mind as she dressed but that imminent feeling of panic remained just under the surface.

When John walked up to her apartment door he was almost as nervous as he had been the first time he ever picked her up. He didn't know what to do. He knew he didn't want to hurt Libby but he knew she'd see right through him. He had to tell her something.

"Libby." It was almost a plea as she opened the door and put her arms around him, her head on his chest. The warmth that flowed through his body was almost overwhelming his fears subsiding as he once again took this woman in his arms. "I'm so sorry babe... I love you," he whispered into her hair as his cheek nuzzled the top of her head.

"John, what's wrong? Why didn't you want to come see me?" Her eyes filled with tears. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No Libby, no..." John started out tentatively "There's this guy named Doug... at work... and we were working together when the storm came and..." John continued to spill his guts telling her in detail what happened that afternoon. He even told her his thoughts as he drove away, that he was ashamed that he had gotten hard, that he had been fascinated watching Doug fuck Katy, how his cock had tingled when Claire and rubbed his cock.

The feeling of relief was almost overwhelming as she listened to him. She could handle just about anything except John saying he didn't want to see her anymore. "Is that all?" Libby asked. "Did you... umm do anything with her?"

"No! Libby! I didn't touch her, I didn't kiss her and I didn't want to, but my body wanted to and I can't explain that."

"John, you're a guy. You're human. I think any human would get horny watching someone have sex, even people that they normally wouldn't think of in a sexual manner. Honey, the fact that it bothered you just proves to me again that you love me. Any other guy would've done it with Claire. I never would've known. But John, it makes me wonder if..." John watched the blush creep over Libby's face. "It makes me wonder if, we should try... ummm new things... uh, I mean..."

Libby dropped her head and looked at her lap, her hair falling over her eyes, effectively shielding herself from John. John reached over and gently pushed Libby's hair out of her eyes.

"Libby," a quiet whisper, "You make me very happy, I like... being with you. Do you mean you want to..." John's turn to blush and he felt a rising panic racing through his body. "Do you mean you want to... see others? I mean other guys?"

"No! No! Do you? Girls I mean! Um... do you want to see other girls?" 

"No I don't, Libby. I love you."

"What I meant, you goof, is that we can try new things... with each other. We can experiment with new things, try stuff."

The relief almost made John giddy, he struggled to control the giggle that desperately wanted to come out. He knew this was hard for Libby. He almost controlled the grin.

"Like what? I mean I'm not that experienced, you know that."

"Well we found out you like to watch people screw today right? Maybe we could ummm..." John could tell she was screwing up her courage, "Uh, maybe we could like, rent a video, or something and watch it... together I mean."

"A porno?" the incredulity in his voice was almost palpable.

"Yeah we could watch one, or maybe we could... like... go to one of those seedy theaters. Together, and um, watch one..."

The relief that coursed through John's body was incredible, was all encompassing. "You're kidding!?"

Libby loved the boyish expression on John's face, the expression of discovery, the expression of amazement, the same expression he had when they made love. 

"John, you have to promise me something, and I'll promise too."

"Ok... What do I have to promise?"

"That we'll always talk about this stuff, if something's bothering you, if you want to try something, if you don't like something we want to try... Promise?"

John took Libby into his arms and as his nose came into contact with hers he looked deeply into her eyes and whispered, "We'll always talk Libby, I'll always love you." His head tilted slightly as their lips came together. 

Her lips were soft and parted slowly, her tongue tentatively reached out to meet his. The emotion that flowed through his body was almost overbearing as he held her in his arms. She leaned back pulling him with her onto the couch as their kiss deepened. She felt him harden between them. He felt her hand slide to his belt, loosening the buckle and undoing the button of his jeans. Her hand slid into his pants and wrapped gently around his now throbbing cock.

"I want to make all your fantasies come true, John. I want to be your sex toy. I want to be everything you've always wanted in a woman. Just tell me. Just, tell me what you want."

"Tonight I want to show you off, I want you to meet my friends, and I want them to know how lucky I am. Oh GOD, that feels good Libby."

Her hand slid up and down the length of his cock. "Do you want to cum before we go John? Can I make you cum first?" She tilted to the side so John slid off of her, her hand, still between them, stroking his cock. "Tell me what you want John, do you want me to make you cum with my hand do you want me to jerk you off? Or do you want to fuck me? Do you want to slide into my wet pussy?"

John had never heard Libby talk this way and it excited him more than he knew it could.

"Oh god Libby you're going to make me cum, you're so... incredible, ohh. I can't hold it... mmm I can't hold it long... uh."

"Did you like it when she felt your cock, did you like watching Doug fuck her? Did you watch her face?"

"I did... I liked... watching... her cum... ohhh... when Doug stuck his cock into her"

Libby felt her pussy dampen and a rush of tingles as John spoke, his deep voice breaking, stuttering as she continued to stroke his hard cock. It felt like a velvet-covered shaft of steel, hard but smooth as she ran her fingers up and down the length. She felt John twitch with each stroke and felt John's hand leave her breast sliding lower over her stomach, his intention clear. She desperately wanted to feel his touch, to feel his fingers slide between her lips, to gather her juices and to caress her clit, then penetrate her finding that spot that gave her so much pleasure, but she wanted to focus on him right now even more.

"No, John, don't touch, you can look but you can't touch."

She rolled him over onto his back as she sat up. She pulled his jeans down over his hips, with one hand while never stopping her stroking with her other. Sitting on her knees, she looked down at him as her hand stroked him.

"John, I want to make you cum. I want to watch you cum. Then it'll be my turn."

Libby watched intently as her hand slid up and down the length of John's cock. She liked the twitches John made as her hand passed over the ridge at the base of the crown. She smeared the clear liquid that gathered at the small opening at the top and watched as John's muscles tensed with each stroke. Her other hand reached down to hold John's sack, grasping gently, watching as they began to recede into his body, tensing in preparation of unloading. 

"Oh god Libby, please, please let me touch you..."

Libby only smiled as she continued to bring John closer and closer to the brink. She squeezed the hard shaft a little harder and felt it swell, watched as John's stomach muscles began to flutter with each, now rapid, stroke. His head was back and his hips began to rise from the couch, Libby watched the strain in the muscles of John's neck. 

She looked down just in time to see the final preorgasmic throb of John's cock and watched as the first streamer of cum was ejected. The pearly white, thick shot flew into the air to land on her arm accompanied by John's grunts. Each time his cock fired his cum he grunted. Although fascinated at watching the cum spew, Libby looked up at John's face. He had totally given in to the pleasure. He was no longer conscious of anything other than his pleasure. He had given up all control.

Libby slowly slid down the couch to lie next to John. She continued to stroke John, softer now, more slowly, lovingly cajoling the last few shudders of his orgasm. She kissed his cheek as his breathing roared, his body slowly losing the tenseness. She watched his eyes as the daze slowly cleared to look at her, comprehension returning grudgingly.

"Oh, my God, Libby! That felt so fucking good!" John leaned in to kiss Libby, gently at first then with increasing vigor. "I love you baby, it's your turn now..." he whispered quietly as his hands slid down to her belt, amazed that she was still fully clothed.

"John, we have to go, I can wait... don't you... Don't you want to go to Danny's?" John continued to undo Libby's belt, to unbutton the button of her shorts. His hand slid into her now open shorts, under her panties, feeling the sparse hair, sliding over her clit as his fingers searched for her moisture. Gathering some on his fingertip he dragged it up over her clit. His eyes were on hers as his fingers began an inexorable circle, slow but relentless, her clit nestled between his first and second finger. He felt the shaft of her clit harden further, and smiled at the twitch of her hips each time his fingers gently shifted the shaft from side to side.

Libby's eyes closed as the pleasure began to overtake her. "Libby, look at me."

It was the hardest thing that Libby had ever done to open her eyes. John had a frown of concentration as he looked deep into Libby's eyes. As the pleasure built Libby wanted to put her head back, close her eyes and lose herself to the pleasure but John was insistent, his face hovering over hers. Libby's eyes became heavy as more of her concentration focused on her pleasure and her impending climax. The effort of keeping her eyes open became distracting enough to postpone her orgasm. Her eyelids almost closed. John could just see her eyes.

"Oh, John... So good... Oh so good..."

"Libby, look at me... Feel it... feel the tingles take over your body..." John was amazed at watching Libby struggle to maintain her grasp on the here and now as her hips pumped and moved trying to get his fingers to penetrate her. John slid a finger inside her inflamed lips, feeling the moisture all the while keeping eye contact with Libby.

"Oh, fuck, John... oh, oh, oh..." Her hands came up to her chest, hanging in the air, one hand grabbing a breast and pulling on it, rolling her nipple between her fingers, her breast distending. Her breathing was rapid, her muscles tense and try as she might her eyes began to roll back into her head as she crested, only to pop open again as John's palm massaged her clit while his fingers did the walking thing on her G spot.

"Oh my God! Unhf! Oh... oh... oh!" Each grunt was accompanied by a wave of tingles that centered on her clit and emanated out in circles through out her body. Her hips were pumping against John's fingers, fucking herself with his fingers, crushing her clit against his palm. "Ohhhh...." Starting out low, as the tingles started to subside, then building when the unexpected second wave began to crash, coming as if from nowhere, her eyes open but unseeing as she looked only inward, unable to focus, giving up total control of her body to the seizures that possessed her. 

John pulled back slightly, watching as the tingles spread, as the muscles of her stomach fluttered with her orgasm, as the sparkle in her eyes became distant and he knew she had tried but had finally given up control of her body to him. He felt a deep, warm sensation as his love grew right then and there. It was almost scary feeling the growth of a love that was so deep, deeper than anything he'd ever felt before, deeper that he could've ever fathomed. He just wanted to protect Libby, to cause her nothing but pleasure, to protect her from all hurt.

"Oh! Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god..." it became a chant as she rose to yet another orgasm, she became concerned that she couldn't control it, couldn't stop it, and again she gave herself completely to the sensations that John was generating. Her hands gripped his forearm, her nails digging into the skin as she once again lost consciousness. Her nipples were as hard as she'd ever felt, making sensations that were new to her. Her pussy was grasping at John's fingers, to let loose and flush inwards. Her stomach muscles were contracting involuntarily, pulling her shoulders and head from the couch, pulling her forward. She forced herself to remain open to John even as the sensations were too much. 

John slowly slid his fingers from inside of her and chuckled gently with the abrupt intake of breath as his fingers slid over her now too sensitive clit, dragging her juices up her skin. He wrapped his arms around Libby and held her in his arms, feeling the lessening aftershock shudders spark through her body and hearing the slowing of her breathing. Her arms came around his neck and pulled hard on him, trying to get him closer, holding him tightly against her body.

"Oh, John, oh, John... I love you..." Their lips met gently, but with such passion it brought tears to her eyes. "I love you..." He whispered quietly as she sank into the cushions of the couch.

They lay in silence, holding each other as their breathing returned to normal. John finally stirred as his rapidly cooling semen ran down his belly over his side to collect on the couch. 

"Shit Libby, I'm making a mess..." Libby Laughed.

"You're not the only one." John rose up to look at her, her shorts were soaked with the spoils of her orgasm.

"But I'm making a mess on the couch, sweetheart."

"Perhaps we should get a plastic cover for it." Her laugh was deep, content. "Like my grandmother used to have. I wonder if that was because we would spill drinks or if that's where Grandma and Pops used to make love." Her grin was infectious and John began to laugh. 

"Not the mental image I really wanted right now, baby doll." 

"I've got to change now if we're going to Danny's. Do you still want to go?"

John was torn, he wanted to stay here and ravish this wonderful woman, but at the same time he wanted her to get to know his friends, wanted his friends to begin to appreciate this wonderful girl. "Yeah, we don't have to stay very long but we have to at least show up for a while."

"We can make it fun you know. I mean really fun!" She had that coy look, partly shy, partly devilish that John was beginning to associate with her sex moods. This sounded really fun.

"Whatta ya have in mind, Libby?"

"You'll see. I'll be right back." She walked out of the room.

When she walked back in the room Libby took John's breath away. He silently thanked the gods for his luck for the hundredth time that day. She was wearing a short sundress, sheer, but not see through. With the sun shining through the window behind her John could see the outline of her legs, right up to where they met her torso, he had a momentary shudder remembering how her pussy felt under his fingers, how it grasped his fingers as she came.

"You're gorgeous, Libby"

"You're crazy, John."

John stood up and wrapped his arms around Libby, pulling her against him. His lips met hers and he kissed her with a passion that almost scared him. When their lips separated both were breathing hard. Libby ground her pelvis against John's, feeling his lengthening cock pressing against her mound. She could feel his chest rubbing against her breasts and could feel her nipples rising, scratching against the linen of her dress.

"John, if you do that one more time we're not going anywhere." 

John laughed and took her hand and pulled her to the door.

"Then we'll go right now because if I look at you one more time we'll be doing it again." John was pleased with her laughing acceptance of his double entendre. John held the door to his truck open and held his hand out to help Libby climb up into his truck.

As John started the truck and backed out of the parking space Libby voiced her displeasure at being forced to stay on her side of the truck. "I hate these consoles. I wish your truck had the bench seat like the old pickups used to have." She grasped John's hand and squeezed as John focused on the road and getting to Danny's. Libby was chattering about the latest saga in her crowd, something about Kelly and a guy that wasn't really interested in her but that she liked and was pursuing. John split his attention between the road and Libby only looking away from her for short moments to check his position on the road.

He watched Libby's hair falling around her face, the muscles of her jaw move as she talked, the movement of her shoulders under the spaghetti straps of her dress. He was mesmerized by her shoulders, how her skin looked so soft, the bones pressing out in soft bumps, the tendons of her neck and how they moved when she talked. John could stare at her all day and never run out of new things to notice.

"John! Look out!"

John barely missed the slow car in front of him swerving into the left lane of the divided highway silently thanking the gods that there wasn't anyone next to him. The feeling of adrenaline pumping through his body as he brought the truck back under control erased the feeling of contentment that he had when looking at Libby.

"Shit, Libby, I'm sorry." She smiled at him as he glanced briefly at her. 

"I'll tell you what. I'll watch you and you watch the road ok?"

"Doesn't sound like a fair trade to me."

Libby leaned over rubbing her breast on the back of John's hand kissing him softly on the cheek and whispering in his ear.

"John, do you like the way I look?"

"Oh, God, yes!"

"I'll show you more... I'll show you anything you want to see John... Later..." She again lightly kissed his cheek her hand sliding down to rub against the growing shaft of his cock.

"When later? What are you gonna show me Libby?"

"You'll see when you least expect it." 

As John and Libby walked up to Danny's door they could hear the party in the house. The music was not too loud but was easily discernible from outside the closed front door. They could hear people talking and some laughter. Libby nervously smoothed the fabric of her dress.




Libby & John: First Time Ch. 02



"What if they don't like me John?"

"Libby, these are my friends. If I like you they'll like you. I'm afraid they'll all want to steal you from me."

"Not a chance, John."

John opened the door without knocking and lead them in.

"John!" three people exclaimed simultaneously. All these people were people that Libby had seen before but had never really noticed. She had a feeling that she was reliving several déjà vu dreams at the same time.

"Hey, Danny! This is Libby. Libby, Danny. And that big lug head is George. And there's Tim. Guys this is Libby I know you've met her before."

"Hey, Libby, let me get you a drink ok?" John lost his grip on her hand as Danny dragged her through the swinging doors that separated the foyer from the kitchen. John watched her disappear into the kitchen, watching her legs as she turned the corner and was lost from view. He sighed silently.

"Oh shit, buddy! You've got it bad!" George started to laugh. "I don't blame you, I think I've got it too..." He laughed as John hit him in the arm while he looked at the swinging doors wistfully. You couldn't hurt George, you may want to, actually most people wanted to from time to time, but it was really, really difficult to do.

Libby settled into the crowd and began to meet the girls and chat about girl stuff. Amy pulled Libby to the side of the living room and leaned into her, talking in soft conspiratorial tones.

"How'd you catch John? A couple of us have tried over the past couple of years but no one has been able to get him to take us out on a second date. Rumor had it that he had his heart set on someone special, are you the one?"

"I don't know. You know, I've known John for a long time now, I guess I've always been kind of attracted to him. We just started seeing each other two or three weeks ago."

"You take care of John, we all want to see him happy and if you're not careful there's a couple of girls here that'd love to steal him from you."

"I intend to take very special care of John. Don't you worry, Amy." Parry, thrust and block as Libby smiled sweetly at Amy.

Libby walked up to John as he stood in the kitchen laughing about stories from the concrete company with his friends. He was telling them the stupid things that'd happened since he'd started working there and the group of guys seemed intensely interested in his stories. They were all heading to college in the fall and most of them didn't have to work over the summer so they were living vicariously through John.

Libby walked over to John and kissed his cheek as she rubbed her breast against his arm subtly. John kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arm around her. 

"Hey, baby." He held her possessively as he continued to talk. Libby was content to stand there and listen. The party was different than she had expected. She had expected to go through some sort of inquisition while all of John's friends judged her. These people were a lot more open than she would've ever guessed. She felt very at home already and as she looked around the room she got a return smile here, and nod of the head there, just friendly acknowledgement. She snuggled against John, her head resting on his shoulder.

"You guys look so good together, Libby" Sara said, and kissed Libby with sisterly affection on the cheek.

As the night wound on Libby got the chance to chat with just about everyone there. The only person she didn't particularly care for was Amy with the not so subtle threat if she didn't keep John happy. What she found was a bunch of generally nice people that obviously liked and respected John universally. He got some good humored ribbing in his absence but Libby could easily see that everyone cared for each other quite a bit and John in particular. It was such a different dynamic than she was used to. None of the backbiting, the underlying arguments that her group seemed to foster continuously were evident.

As the evening wound down John and Libby ended up sitting on a chaise lounge by the pool. Some of the guys were swimming and fooling around in pool, the air was thick with evening dew, the surface lights were off and everything had a blue tint from the pool lights. John lay back in the lounger with Libby leaning back against him. John enjoyed her weight pressing him back into the chair and her warmth as the nighttime chill grew. His arms wrapped around Libby holding her close, watching his friends play, he couldn't remember a time where he was more content.

"Your friends are nice John."

"Most of the time. They can be real assholes sometimes."

"You don't mean that..." John could hear the smile in her voice.

Libby leaned forward and grabbed an oversized towel off the chair next to them and draped it over herself. 

"Hmmm, I'm getting cold, see?" and she subtly pulled his hand up from around her stomach where it had been resting comfortably. He could feel her hard nipple pressed into his palm and began gently massaging her breast.

"I like it when you're cold." 

"I like it when you warm me up."

"Like this?" John's other hand slid down Libby's flat belly and hip, across her thigh, to below the hem of her skirt, pulled the hem up while sliding up the inside of her thigh. Libby's leg moved slightly to the side, her knee pulling up to provide access for John. He felt the soft slickness that was Libby's panties, warmer at the crotch as he gently ran his finger along the length of her pussy. He could feel her clit harden under his finger and gently traced circles over the budding nerve center. The towel hid the only visual movements, the rhythmic flex of the muscles of his forearm as he made subtle circles with his finger. The fabric of her panties dulled the direct contact to her clit and she found herself rapidly feeling tingles radiating out from her pleasure center. The feeling was intense but bearable, quickly approaching the point where she would lose her situational awareness.

"Ohh, that feels good, John..."

"Should I stop?" His voice was a quiet whisper in the dark.

"I don't want you to, but... someone will see... John, stop... please... ohh... I'm going to ... John... Please... please, stop... oh, John, please..." John reluctantly slid his finger along her wetness one last time, trailing juice marking his path. He wrapped his arms around Libby and held her tightly while her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"John, can we go home now?"

"It's a little early sweetheart. Don't you think we should join the others in the pool for a little while, at least be sociable?"

"John, I want to cum. I want to cum now. I want to go home, lie down and feel you sliding into me. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you cum in me, to hear your breathing in my ear, to hear you groan when you cum."

"Can you talk about something like Geophysics or something? I can't really stand up right now, Libby."

Libby laughed and stood up, pulling John by the hand as she walked to the pool. She pulled John behind her and when she stopped at the pool's edge she could feel John's erection pressing into her behind as she called out to the people in the pool.

"Hey guys, I'm tired and John and I are going home. Thank you for the great evening. It was really nice."

As Libby was talking her hand slid behind her back and brushed against his cock, her fingers seeking it out and wrapping around it. The smile on her face was sickeningly sweet, her eyes sparkling in the blue light.

"Uh, see ya guys" John was able to mutter and John turned pulling Libby behind him as he made his way to the truck. He opened the door for Libby and watched as she settled in the seat, pulling her long trim legs in behind her she looked up at him with an expression he'd never seen before. He eyelids drooped, her chin down as she looked at him, she had a subtle smile on her face, her hair shining in the semi darkness reflecting the light from the streetlight.

"I love you, Libby." John whispered as he leaned into the car to brush Libby's lips with his own.

As he settled in his seat Libby asked him, "Are you sure you're not angry with me?"

"I'm sure Libby. There's nothing I want to do more than take you home and ravish you." Libby could see John's smile in the glow of the dash lights of the car. He reached over and put his hand on her knee as he drove the truck. Libby had the opportunity to watch John's face. Her eyes traveled the length of John's chiseled jaw, the slightly crooked line of John's nose, the shadows where those brown eyes that melted her hid. She looked at the slightly rumpled cloth of his shirt over his chest. Looking up, her eyes followed the straight almost black hair that was always just a little too long. She realized that she really wanted to watch this wonderful face age. She wanted to experience all the smiles that slowly etched themselves into smile creases around his eyes. She had a moment when she could see his hair slightly graying at the temples, the wise expression on his face as he continued to grow in confidence. She wanted to see in his face the happy expression she always saw when she opened the door and he stood in her hallway, the sparkle of his eyes, the depth of his gaze as he looked at her.

"What are ya looking at, Libby? Penny for your thoughts." He started to laugh and his voice dropped an octave as he mimicked Robert DeNiro... "You looking at me?"

"Yes I'm looking at you," Libby laughed as she leaned up to him and kissed his cheek. "And I like what I'm looking at too." Her hand wrapped around his and slid it slowly upward along the ridges of her thigh, sliding around towards the inside as their hands met the hem of her skirt. "Are you going to finish what you started?" her voice deep and husky.

She slid her hips over against the center consol of John's truck, her legs spreading as his hand slid up to the point where it touched the fabric of her panties. His fingers traced the puffy lips of her sex, feeling the warmth at her center, the moistness that once again was beginning to seep through the silky smoothness. His fingers sought out and finally found the nub at the junction of her lips, pressing out anxiously as if awaiting the caress of his fingertip. 

His finger pressed gently and began light circles focused on her clit. John looked over at her as she closed her eyes and settled back into the seat. She released a subtle moan that was almost hidden by the soft music on the radio. As he looked forward he realized that the road turned abruptly in front of him and he yanked both of his hands to the wheel.

"Oh shit! Fuck!" as his rear tires slid off the road surface. He felt the truck slide to the right as the rear wheel slid along the paved surface, his eyes wide as he watched the tree come closer and closer to the truck. He punched the accelerator and felt as his rear tire regained the surface of the road and fought his tendency to over correct, steering into the slide. The truck rocked back and forth as it settled down, each rocking motion becoming less as the truck finally submitted to his control again.

"Oh fuck!" was the only thing he could say as his heart raced and his truck slowed. That made twice he'd almost killed Libby just tonight. He was a better driver than that and was embarrassed. "Libby, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention." He looked at her and saw her as she continued to just look at him, a sweet smile on her face, still leaning back in the seat, her legs spread, her dress high on her thighs as it had been left by his rapidly retreating hand. He realized how close it had been. The tree had been heading right for her. It would've come right through her door, she would've died and she just sat there looking at him.

"Libby, are you ok? Man! I'm so sorry babe."

"I love you, John, but perhaps you should keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel." And Libby laughed at John.

"I thought you wanted to cum. You said you wanted to cum now." John said lamely.

"I do... and I can... would you think less of me if I came now... by myself, would you think I was loose? A slut?"

Now it was John's turn to laugh, "No, I'd just think your horniness level was close to mine Libby."

Libby's hand slid down between her legs and John could see her arm move in the subtle light. "John, I told you I wanted to learn with you, that I wanted... oh this feels great, ... that I wanted to experience everything with you. Have you... ohh... have you, th thought about what you want to try?"

"I've thought about it. I thought we could watch... a umm..." John knew he was blushing and hoped the darkness would hide it. "I thought we could watch a umm... a porno together or something, ya know a sex flick."

"Would you fuck me while we watch it or would you... ohh, uh... masturbate for me... let me ohh... let me watch you..."

"Uh, what ever you want Libby." John wasn't stupid.

"I want to try stuff with you, I want to go to an adult store and buy some toys and let you play with me, I want to let you do anything you want, I want to try something really dirty. I want to be your every fantasy... Oh, God... I'm so close. I want to fuck you in public. I want to watch you cum. I want you to make me cum in secret. I want to do everything."

John looked over at Libby and was rewarded with an absolute vision of passion. Libby was slouched low in the truck, her hand pumping her pussy, her fingers tracing rapid circles around her clit as her other hand pulled on her nipple, distending her breast. The strap of her dress was down against the soft, tanned skin of her arm and her breast was exposed. 

"Libby, what if someone saw you?"

"Would you like that John? Would you like to see someone watching me? Do you want someone to watch you fuck me, or slide your fingers into me? Ohh, John, I'm so close. Tell me something you want to do that's so dirty I'll cum. Tell me... tell me please..."


John was almost beside himself with lust, his cock was as hard as it ever got and just taking his foot to step on the break gave him shudders of pleasure. He desperately searched for somewhere on the side of the road to pull over.

"I want to see you cum Libby, I want to watch you cum with your hands, with toys, with someone else's hands, with my hands. I want you to completely lose control, to cum and not be able to stop." He glanced to the side and Libby's head was back, her mouth open but John could hear no sound, not ever her breathing. She seemed frozen in time until her body started to jerk, her stomach tensing pulling her body forward her head remaining back.

"Oh, God! John... ohh..ohh, fuck... oh, God!" John slowed in the middle of the road his speed dropping to a crawl as he watched Libby losing control right in front of him. Her fingers danced over her clit, her legs were spread wide, her toes curled with the force of her orgasm. She couldn't believe that she was losing in front of John. He was still fully clothed and she was thrusting her pussy up off the seat, trying to get more of her fingers inside. She felt the walls of her pussy implode on her fingers, the moisture seeping out of her hole as her walls clamped down. 

The tenseness slowly ebbed from her body and she settled down into her seat. She felt the blush that John couldn't see as she realized what she'd done. John's matched her blush as he realized what he'd said. He would kill anyone that touched her. 'Where the fuck had that come from?' he wondered. It gave him a twinge as he thought about her reaction. She had cum harder than he could ever remember her cumming, and he hadn't even touched her.

"Get me home John, Get me home and ravish me... Please..."

As John pulled into the parking spot in front of Libby's apartment building Libby was already opening the door. John had to catch up to her as she walked purposefully to the main door of the apartment complex. 

"Libby! Slow down!" John broke into a trot to catch her. 

"Come on John! I need you."

Libby fumbled with her keys, but finally got the key into the slot and pushed the door open. The door slammed against John's back as Libby threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. She moaned as she ground her pussy against his still rock hard cock. He could feel the pressure and the twitches each time Libby crossed his shaft with her hardening clit. She moaned open mouthed into his and pressed her breasts harder against his chest.

John slid his hand between them to find Libby's hard nipples, a pressure point peaking the soft smooth fabric of her sundress. He turned his wrist and slid his hand down her stomach and under the hem of her dress. He could feel her shudder as his fingers once again sought out the wet warmth of her crotch, her panties scrunched into a single strand of fabric wedged between the engorged lips of her sex. Her moisture was running down the inside of her legs and John gathered a touch on the tip of his finger. He spread the moisture on the tip of her large clit and began the circles he knew she loved so much. 

Libby reached down and with a desperation borne of her exposure and pleasure in the car, scrambled to remove his belt and slid his pants down his legs. John felt ridiculous standing with his pants around his ankles, a tangled mess incorporating both pants and boxers. Her hand wrapped around the hard shaft of John's cock. She moaned in frustration as John lost concentration on the rapid circles he had been painting on the epicenter of her nerves.

"Oh, God, Libby! That feels good... baby... I'm... oh god Libby... stop...."

"John, I want to watch you cum, I want to see the expression on your face as you cum... Fuck me... Please fuck me...."

John leaned back against the door as Libby wrapped her legs around her waist and pulled herself up on John's hips. She reached between them and pushed on the door to gain the height she needed to rub the head of John's cock between her soaked lips. As she settled down on him he groaned loud enough to hear in the hallway. The warmth of Libby's pussy, the wet slickness was almost overwhelming and John grimaced as he tried to hold his orgasm back. His cock was so hard that every twitch set off fireworks of pleasure in his body. Her weight settled on the base of his cock as she moved all the way down. The added weight sent a new shower of tingles through his body.

Libby leaned back and watched his face as she sawed her hips back and forth. John's hands reached down to support her weight and to give her something to press against as she slithered impaled on his cock. The motion was a back and forth motion as Libby couldn't quite get enough purchase with her feet against the door. The effect was a rotational motion inside her as the head of his cock pressed against her walls. The spark each time it passed her G spot made Libby cry out loud enough that John grew concerned he was hurting her. His concern was great enough to stave off the flow of cum beginning to gather at the base of his cock.

"Ohh, God! Libby, are you ok? Ohh, Libby!"

"I'm gonna... Oh John... cum... cum with me... ohhh, God! Cum with me!!!"

John could no longer hold back the rising tide of cum as her pussy milked him with a fluttering motion. The ripples of her muscles created a tight moving pocket of wet warmth and he began to discharge into Libby. He opened his eyes as the first pulse of cum shot from his cock to see Libby's eyes looking deeply into his through the slits they became when she came. John felt his body, semen and soul pouring into the depths of Libby. The feeling of connection was so overwhelming that John's heart ached even while he surrendered to the pleasure and began to slide down the door. His legs crumpled and John felt his cock slide out of the warmth that was Libby as he hit the floor. The last two pulses of his orgasm shot onto the wooden floor of the entrance way.




Libby & John: First Time Ch. 02



Libby lay on the floor partially on John, her sundress bunched around her waist, John lying on his back, head crooked against the door.

"Libby, I love you..."

"John, I love you to darling... I really truly do."

John wrapped his arms around Libby and held her close. "Ya know Libby this isn't just about the sex for me... I truly, deeply love you... I've never been like this before..."

"John, I've loved you for so long... I just never knew it. I feel like I've wasted so much time. So much fun..." she hesitated, her eyes watering with the depth of her emotion. "I know it's not all about the sex, but the sex sure is good. I want to keep learning with you, I want to keep pleasuring you. I want to make you feel good."

"Libby I want that too. I just don't know what there is to try."

"As long as we do it together, John. I want to try every thing."

John and Libby lay in the hallway, his head against the door, his neck bent at an uncomfortable angle clothes in disarray. Libby finally whispered in the darkness...

"We fucked, now its time to make love John... Come to the bedroom my love."

To be continued...



Libby & John: First Time Ch. 03



Author's Note: Thanks for reading, thanks for voting and thanks for comments if you feel so inclined. I want to thank those that have commented on the previous chapters. They have directed this story, are very much appreciated and is what makes doing this fun. As always, let common sense rule, if it offends you, don't read it.

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Libby was determined. She knew John would attract others, his lankiness with the underlying and understated power of his physique and his confident aloofness would draw college coeds like a flame draws moths. She knew he was leaving for school in just a couple of weeks and she knew she adored him. That still surprised her, not only that she had these feelings for John but the depth of feeling was something she never expected. He had three more days to work before he was done and then he would leave. He had a couple of weeks to get things in order and then, just like that he would be gone. She was working on following him, just hadn’t put everything together yet. Hadn’t even told him what she was trying to do. The application had been sent off, she’d actually read the lease that she’d signed to see what she could do to get out of it. She briefly looked around remembering the times she’d had in the past couple of months. 

She looked at the entrance to the kitchen and remembered walking up behind John, sliding her hands around his body to feel his hardness, and smiled at her recollection of his embarrassment. As much as he wanted to he didn’t want to jump into things, didn’t want to risk their relationship. She saw his initial reaction to her caresses as endearing. She thought about watching him eat his breakfast and the reaction her body had to that innocent action. The fact that she ended up on the floor of the shower stall with her fingers buried in herself as she thought of him, how wanton she’d felt, but how wonderfully free at the same time.

She felt an overpowering flow of the warm sensation she always had when John was with her. She knew she’d miss this place, the beginning of their relationship, the awakening realization that she loved John, the last-forever type of love, and it was slowly eroding with an overwhelming sense of dread. What if he found someone at school before she could get there. How could she make sure he’d remember her, that he’d stay in love with her, that he’d still want her, yes, to the exclusion of everyone else. Her fear was a living breathing thing, an animal that grew each day, threatening to overtake her. 

She recalled their conversation when John came to her apartment all flustered. His workmate had met a couple of women, had talked John into going to lunch with them and left John in the clutches of one of them, while this guy had fucked the other in the backseat of her car and John watched. She smiled as she thought of John’s recanting of the story, how he had felt bad about getting excited, how he had gotten hard while he watched this guy named Doug fuck the girl. Then she thought about their conversation afterwards. 

She had suggested they try new things. Had suggested they watch movies together, perhaps go to an adult theater together. She looked back on the weeks between then and now. They hadn’t tried anything new. She loved John, loved making love to John, loved having him in her. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of and she was perfectly content, but it was her suggestion and she’d done nothing about it. Now she only had a couple of weeks, and she knew he’d be busy during that time.

Her experience was entirely limited to her experiences with John. She had absolutely nothing to draw on, no experiences, no other partners, nothing. She wondered what to do, where to find ideas. She knew John’s experiences were limited to her as well, and his shyness kept him from suggesting things. She knew he’d get over that with time.

As the excellent student she’d always been she decided then and there to do some investigation, just as if she was working on a project for school. She went to the local library to look up books on the subject, but found that difficult because of the subject matter and her reticence to ask the librarian for help. She flushed with embarrassment when she recalled finding a reference on the reference computer and forgetting to clear her trail before she walked away, but chuckled at the thought of some housefrau finding it on the screen when she started a research project for little Sammy’s next book of the week. Everything she found at the library was circa 1950 and was useless, suggesting that she meet her husband at the door in short skirts, almost to the knee for crying out loud. She laughed out loud at that memory.

She finally found an adult place just outside of town, one of those seedy places with the neon signs, big bold red letters blinking erratically “adult” and recalled the nervousness she felt when she got out of the car and walked in. Her eyes had widened at the selection of dicks on the wall, the beautiful women in all stages of undress on the boxes of videos, the variations of magazines that she thumbed through. She had settled on several magazines as a start. 

Now she sat on her couch, reading experience letters. It was all in the name of research. John would be away for the rest of the day and wouldn’t get home until late. Several of the guys wanted to take him out as a farewell happy hour. John told her he didn’t want to go but felt like he had to, so she felt certain she had some time to learn and enough time to hide her “research.”

She thumbed through the magazine, reading the titles of experience letters. They seemed so funny, “Neighbors’ slip gives eyeful” “He backed up and it was anal bliss” among others. She found a letter about a couple that went to an adult theater but as she was reading she was appalled at the actions of the woman in the story. Not the wantonness that the woman showed, that she found sexy when she put it in the light of experiencing it with John, but letting perfect strangers touch you… well ok that might be kind of sexy but frightening. Letting a complete stranger fuck you, well… she thought, “I could never do that!” and she went on to the next story. She read about many variations of sex, bondage, anal, exhibitionism, BSDM, and just straight fucking in more variations and in more different numbers of people than one could shake a dick at. She laughed at her pun.

As she was reading, laying back on the couch she found that she was holding her breast in almost a protective, cupping manner. Her nipple had become hard in her hand and she found that she was lightly rubbing it, feeling the warmth of tingles betray her intended distance from what she was reading. Her eyes closed as her hand slid under her T-shirt to fondle her breast directly. She opened her eyes to re-familiarize herself with the story she was reading, wanting to determine what got her started and then realized it wasn’t the story at all. Deep in the dark recesses of her mind she was thinking about the story of the movie theater. She knew she’d never let anyone but John touch her but it would be fun to experience, not the way outlined in the story but her experience, their experience. 

She thought the darkness, the musty smells, the raw sex would be enticing, perhaps exciting to John as well. She could actually smell the smells as her hand slid down her flat stomach, under the waistband of her shorts, through the sparse hair to focus on her clit. She was surprised at how wet she was as her finger slid between her lips, delving into the satiny liquid, dragging it slowly up over her clit. She realized that she really wanted to cum, hard and now. No lingering build up, just rub her clit fast and hard, her head went back and her body tensed. Her breasts shook with the shudders of release, her knees spreading as far as they could, her ass lifting off the surface of the couch in her almost instant orgasm.

Her fingers lingered as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She wished John was here so she could try some of the techniques she had learned, so she could show him some of the new things she’d learned, so she could show him that she loved him and would do anything to keep him.

When she woke it was dark, the apartment quiet. She felt a blanket over her body although she didn’t remember pulling one over herself before she drifted off to sleep. She rose and glided softly across the silent and dark room, her footsteps nothing other than the soft whoosh the carpet made as it crushed under her feet. She turned the corner to the kitchen and felt a pang of angst as she saw the clock and it read 3:45 AM. She wondered where John was, he promised to come over after the guys dropped him off.

She returned to the living room to once again settle on the couch, hitting ‘power’ on the remote, the TV fired up. It was louder than she remembered, probably only in comparison to the silence of the room. She felt cold and afraid and the loneliness made her think of the coming departure of John. She couldn’t stand the thought of him going away, where this emptiness was the norm instead of the exception. She physically jumped as she felt John’s hands touch her shoulders.

“Oh shit! John you scared me! Why didn’t you wake me up when you got here?”

“You looked so peaceful so I pulled a blanket over you, kissed your cheek and went to bed. I have to work in a couple of hours.”

“When’d you get here?”

“Around midnight”

Libby leaned back and pulled John’s arms down pulling his face to hers in an upside down kiss. Her heart fluttered as she felt his lips contact hers and realized another flutter as she felt his hands gently rubbing her stomach, sliding up to her breasts as he pulled back.

“Did you have fun?”

“It was ok… Same old thing these guys always do I guess, went to a couple of bars and drank. I watched the band mostly. It was too loud to hear yourself think much less have a conversation. I’d ‘ve rather been here.”

John pulled back from Libby, as he straightened up Libby felt an instant pang of loneliness. 

“John, I love you” she almost whispered.

John walked around and knelt on the floor in front of her, putting his head on her lap. “I love you too sweets.” Libby ran her fingers through John’s hair gently, caressing his skull, not in a sexual way but in a sensual way. Her touch alone was enough to waken John’s cock and send goose bumps up his arms.

“Libby…” a moment of silence as Libby listened to John breathe. “I’m afraid… I mean maybe…I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to leave you.” 

At once Libby felt her heart breaking and intense joy. The dichotomy of emotions was almost too much for her and she fought back a sob, tears stinging her eyes, beginning to run down her cheeks. John continued to amaze her, the depth of the emotion in that simple statement was more than John ever expressed, to anyone. Telling her that he was afraid was letting down his guard and John never let his guard down.

“John, lets talk about it in the morning, when I can see you. Now lets go to bed.” And she stood up, pulling his hands, helping him to stand. She slid her hands under his arms and over his shoulders from behind, her head resting comfortably against his chest. “Its going to be ok baby… I love you too…” in the softest tone. He would have missed it if it hadn’t been that silent in the room, lit only by the now muted and silent TV. The blue light flickering as the unwatched scenes on the TV changed, Libby looked up and watched the softening of John’s expression.

He lay on the bed and rolled over on his side, his back to Libby. They always slept like that. Libby’s arm over him, clutched in John’s hand, her warmth a wave from behind, touching all of him at once. His heart was racing as he thought of all the horror stories of what could happen when he left. His fear was real, an overwhelming sense of dread, growing and slowly consuming him. He wondered why it bothered him so. He lived all his life without Libby and had only spent the last couple of months with her. But he knew how special the time that they’d spent was, how difficult it would be to ever get that again.

“John… I don’t want you to leave either. I want to sleep with you like this every night… for ever.”

As John rolled over to take Libby in his arms he discovered she was naked. His hands slid over her incredibly soft skin, feeling the toned muscles underneath, long smooth muscles in her back flaring out at her hips. He put his head down and kissed her shoulder as her hands held the back of his head.

He sat up suddenly and ripped at his shirt, getting caught in the arm in his haste to get it off. She laughed quietly as he struggled. 

“I want to feel you. I want to feel all of you pressed against me.”

“Don’t you want to sleep sweetheart?”

“No” John said in a gruff reply as his lips traveled lower on her body. He captured her soft nipple between his lips, suckling gently. “I want you to feel me, I want… to make you feel good… Libby, I want to make love to you.”

John’s hand slid down to Libby’s hip, sliding in that awkward my-wrist-won’t-turn-that-way manner his fingertips just able to touch her mound. Libby loved the tingle she felt as he reached for her, enjoyed the struggle he went through, the desire he showed as he reached for her. 

He wanted to touch her, to caress her, to feel her wetness but at the same time the thought of pulling his chest away from her, to lose the feeling of her hardening nipples against his bare chest was almost unthinkable. His wrist turned again trying to find the right angle and his fingers slipped between her lips to feel her moisture gathering at the concept of his impending entry. Her quiet moan, as his fingers slid over her clit to part her pink, soft lips, drawing out the moisture, was cut off as his open mouth met hers. The depth of love passed in that kiss reassuring both of them that the future would work out, convincing both of them to put their fear aside for the moment. 

Her hand turned, palm out as she grasped his hardened cock, her fingers caressing the soft skin with the steeliness underneath. Her hand traveling his length causing a groan that matched hers, as his fingers sought out her special spot, that fleshy nub inside, just inside the entrance, that sent sparks of pleasure in a radiating circle to slowly consume her senses. Her attention was distracted as his body slid from hers to take her nipple once again into his mouth, the warmth of his suckling combined with the sharp pleasure of his tongue flicking the tip made her arch her back, pressing her breast against his mouth, forcing her nipple just a fraction deeper, the contact of his tongue just a fraction more intense.

John leaned back and Libby wondered what he was doing as she heard the tinkling of ice in a glass. She jumped as she felt the first contact of the ice cube on her other breast and grunted again as John switched breasts, the difference between the cold of the ice cube and the warmth of his mouth was startling. Her nipple hardened more than she had ever experienced before, harder than she thought possible, the pleasure from the dichotomy of sensations sent her senses racing towards her peak, John’s relentless attack with his fingers sending the impetus of sensation spiraling out of control. 

Libby’s head went back, her breasts thrust out as she felt her orgasm building, her legs falling aside, spread as wide as she could manage, giving him unfettered access to her core. As she felt herself fall over the precipice of impending joy she screamed at the flash of intensity as the melting ice cube contacted her clit. Her world dissolved as the orgasm took control of her body, manifested in a series of involuntary shudders, grunts and groans.

John leaned back and watched as Libby came. He watched her stomach flutter, her legs twitch, her eyes flicker. He leaned over and kissed her cheek knowing that it didn’t register, that Libby was off in a world he helped to cause but couldn’t share. He reveled in the image as she lost control, her body reacting on pure instinct, her faith in him caused a warmth to flow through him. He knew it was love, the last forever, forsake all others, kind of love. He wanted to be closer to her although no space separated their bodies, he wanted to hold her, to absorb her, to be a part of her. 

As her body shook with the after tremors of an orgasm that surprised her in its intensity he pushed his arm under her head, and pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest, her settling breath interspersed with sharp bursts as the aftershocks of pleasure shook her body.

This isn’t the way she wanted things to go. She wanted to give him pleasure at a level that he would never forget, promises of better things to come and he had made her lose control. She was struggling to regain her composure, she wanted to treat him, to watch him feel pleasure at the level she had just experienced. But she couldn’t erase the depth of pleasure she had just felt. Like cocaine, the sensation made her feel like a new woman, and like cocaine, the first thing the new woman wanted was more. Her fingers trailed between her legs, gathering her moisture, spreading it over her clit starting in subtle circles.

“I love to watch you Libby, I love watching you cum.”

“ohh John… that was… that was just incredible….”

She could hear the smile in his voice as he said “you want to cum again don’t you?”

She wanted him in her, she wanted to give him pleasure but her body was out of control in its quest to feel those sensations one more time. “yes… yes John… I want to cum…” 

The mix of emotions almost made John grunt, the combination of love and intense sensuality. He knew Libby could only lose control like this if she trusted him, if she knew how much he loved her, how much he cared. His cock was hard as steel, tingled with every beat of his heart and he knew it would take almost no stimulation at all to set him off but his attention was focused on Libby.

He saw in his minds eye the spread petals of her sex, the tapered fingers tracing rapid circles around her clit. He saw her hardened nipples thrust out proudly from her breasts as he listened to her labored breathing. He felt her cross the plain from cognizant to lost once again as her body started to convulse and racked his brain to think of how to increase her pleasure. His fingers once again penetrated her, focusing on her G spot as her pussy walls contracted around him.

He felt her walls implode on themselves, the burst of moisture from her super saturated pussy as they almost pushed his fingers out.

“Oh my GOD! Oh oh… John… Oh John….”

Her moans were almost unintelligible as her body continued to quiver.

“Push down Libby, Push… let it control you…. Let it go Baby…”

“Oh! John!!!” Her eyes opened with an almost panicked look in them. “I’m going to pee…”

John laughed out loud inspite of himself, he’d heard that was the sensation right before a G spot orgasm, he knew she wouldn’t.

“Let it go Libby, let it control you… Let your pussy take over, trust me…”

At that her eyes rolled, her head stretched back, the tendons in her neck taut cords, every muscle in her body vibrating as the sensation of peeing dissipated and an intense pleasure, at a level she’d never before experienced took over. Her sense of time dissolved, it felt like hours and moments simultaneously, as her body was racked in spasms of pleasure. She felt the burst of moisture as it hit her legs, dispersed by John’s fingers still beating a tattoo on her G spot and the sensation was somehow heightened as she felt she was having an out of body experience.

Her mind showed her a picture of her hands suspended in front of her body, fingers clutching at the air, every muscle twitching and she felt the warm flow of her love, inundating her body. Finally when her muscles could no longer take the intense tightening, and her lungs screamed for oxygen she pushed John’s hand away from her.




Libby & John: First Time Ch. 03



“Oh god John… oh no… please let me stop… it’s… it’s too much…”

John held her as she regained her grip on the here and now. Her breathing so deep she was hyperventilating, feeling the slight dizziness as her body slowed down, relaxing to a level that threatened to put her to sleep instantly. Deep in the recesses of her mind the challenge had been increased, the bar raised, she had to give John an experience that equaled that which she just lived through. But… she just didn’t have it in her right now.

She rolled on her back, her legs spread as if of their own volition. “John, fuck me… please fuck me…”

John was cementing the images of the past few minutes in his mind. It was an image he would never forget, the total and unequaled pinnacle of pleasure. The absolute expression of trust and love. He wanted to watch Libby cum that hard again and again and again. The fact that Libby trusted him that deeply, that emotionally, enough to completely lose control told him the depth of her love more than anything she could do to him to cause him pleasure. 

But he was hard. Harder than he had ever been before and although the past few moments had been emotion filled they were also the single hottest fucking thing he’d ever witnessed. He tried thinking of baseball, Cal Ripken, arguably the most sexless guy he could think of, perhaps surpassed only by some of the guys at work, but the level of anticipation surpassed his best efforts. As he sliced into Libby, sinking through her well lubricated folds he exploded, his body poured through his cock, its expansion as he shot his white hot cum deep into Libby set off a series of minor orgasms that coursed through Libby with the subtly of warm tea sipped on a cold day.

“Libby… I’m sorry… I couldn’t, I just couldn’t hold it back…” He hid his face in her shoulder, embarrassed that he lasted all of 1.3 seconds, didn’t even get to the full depth of the very first thrust before he came.

“John! Believe me sweetheart, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. That was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had… How did you… well, how did you figure that out! Where’d you learn that from?”

“I read it…”

“In a book? A magazine?”

“No a web page on the internet I used to read all the time. It was in a story.”

She laughed, “you’ll have to show it to me one day.”

“I thought I just did!”

“The web page you creep!” and she laughed with the realization that he was teasing her, purposely misinterpreting her. 

He laughed and with the peace of having shared the moment they drifted off, he wasn’t bothered, actually didn’t even notice that he slept in the wet spot, and the trail of their mixed juices that trickled down her leg running from his deflating cock brought a mental smile as a badge of honor, and a reminder of the pleasure they’d just shared.

John was already gone when she woke. She looked at the clock and looked at the window as if for confirmation of the late hour. 9:00, John had left three hours ago. He must be exhausted. She was determined to treat him like a king today, to show him how wonderful what they had was. She got up for a quick shower and then went to the grocery store, the lingerie store and went again for a trip to the “Adult” store. Her embarrassment over shadowed by her desire to show John new things. She walked out coveting a brown paper bag of “things” they could discover together.

Dinner was made on the table when John walked in the door. “Hey babe! Man you’ve been busy today, what’s this?” Libby was unprepared for John’s sudden arrival and the shock she felt when he walked in showed in her reddening face. 

“I umm… I thought you’d like a nice dinner… I mean… I wanted to do something for you…”

“You do something for me every time I see you Libby…” and they both laughed at the bad pun. She finished settling the table as John took a quick shower, she took off her apron and sat down at the table. She was nervous as she thought of the things they would discover tonight, and the things they must discuss first. The toys she bought, the thoughts she’d been having all day. What if he didn’t like them, what if he didn’t want to play tonight. She felt like she was risking everything, to keep what she had. But she had to take one chance first…

As John showered he thought of his upcoming departure. He never wanted to leave this, coming home to Libby everyday. She’d even made him dinner and his face split into a wide grin as he felt the emotion again. Every time he thought of Libby he felt that emotion, only recently, it had been turning to dread. He didn’t want to… couldn’t bring himself to… hated to even think of the words… leave her. What was he going to do? He knew he couldn’t live his life working concrete, couldn’t live forever in this rundown little apartment. He had to go off to school, but he couldn’t bear the thought of going without her.

Soccer shorts and a T shirt was his uniform around the house. As he walked into the kitchen Libby hugged him, holding him tightly, her body molding itself to his. She tilted her head back and John kissed her, first briefly, just a touch of the lips as he looked into her eyes. Their lips touched again, and again, and they dissolved into a deep kiss. Tongues intertwined, she suckled on his bottom lip, his arms wrapped around her seemingly impossibly thin shoulders. She felt his stirring member as it began to harden against her belly, and she rubbed herself against it, reveling in the lewdness. 

When she pulled back they were both out of breath. She laughed and said “sit down and eat before I waste all this work and push it on the floor so you can ravish me on the table.”

“Sounds fun! But I’m hungry” and he laughed again as she punched him in the arm.

“Hey, I don’t have to work tomorrow, they’re starting a new job on Monday and said they didn’t need me if I wasn’t going to be there for the job, so I guess I’m unemployed now… a student…” He made the word ‘student’ sound like the grotesque description of a disease.

She lit a candle and dimmed the kitchen light and sat at the table across from him.

“John, I wanted to… umm talk to you about some things….”

The uncertainty in her voice made John hesitate, a fork suspended between his plate and his mouth he looked at her. The fear that had been at bay since the night before returned with a vengeance. Growing with each beat of a rapidly beating heart.

“umm, ok…” he set his fork down giving her his undivided attention.

“John, can I come with you to Arizona? I mean, I’ll apply and go to school, I may be a bit behind you but…” her head dropped and she finished the sentence while looking out between her bangs, her face hidden in shyness, in fear of rebuke. “Can I come with you?”

John was stunned. He wanted to ask her to come with him but was so afraid she wouldn’t want to he couldn’t ask. His emotions ran the full range from outright despair to exquisite joy. “You mean you really want to come? What about this? I mean the apartment, what about your folks, shit what about my folks?”

“We’ll work through that, my parents will understand, they know… I mean they know that I love you. They’re happy for me, my Dad told me I look different, happier, complete. He’ll be ok with it. We’ll have to work on your parents.”

“But, what about your apartment and the lease? Can you get out of it at this late date… we only have a week or two before I leave.”

“I read the lease and I can sublet it, I won’t get my security deposit back until the sub-lease ends, but I can get the person that leases it to give me some kind of deposit. That should help when we get there. Please John… we can work all this stuff out, can I please come with you? I promise I’ll make it worth your while… I promise.”

John smiled at the twinkle in her eye on the last one and she breathed a sigh of relief as she realized he was thinking through it, how to do it… putting together one of his plans that always seemed to work. He ate absently as he thought. He put the fork down, finished chewing, took a sip of his drink to wash it down. He could feel the fear that had been building all summer ebb away, the last tendrils releasing his concerns, washing away like a bad tide.

“Libby, do you think we can pull this off? I’m almost afraid to hope…”

“I have something else… as long as we’re committed, I uhh… I went to the store today…”

“I know, the food is great!”

“I’m not talking about food John… you know when we talked, about umm… about us… and new stuff?” Her face reddened and again she dropped her eyes to the table, absently moving her food around her plate. “I mean we talked about trying new stuff, you know… in the umm bedroom?”

John smiled at her embarrassment and dropped his eyes in embarrassment too. “Yeah, I remember, we were going to umm watch some movies or something…”

“Well, I went to a special store… an adult store…”

“No way really? What’d ya buy?” His boyish exuberance reflected on his face through shit eating grin and wide eyes.

“…bought some umm… toys… for you and for me…”

“No shit!”

“And a movie… I don’t know if it’s any good, I didn’t know what to pick but, I thought we could play with them some… perhaps watch one or something…” Her voice trailed off in a new wave of uncertainty.

“That sounds awesome Libby…” his thoughts ranged back to the previous night. To Libby’s uncontrolled release, how much pleasure he’d gotten from that. The opportunity to play with her body, to watch it react, to learn how to make it feel better was one he never thought he’d have. He felt the stirring start just at the thought. He was all grins as he finished his meal.

Libby was at the sink washing dishes when he walked up behind her. He put his arms around her hugging her middle as he nuzzled the side of her neck. The low collar on her blouse showed the bones of her shoulders that he loved so much. He loved to kiss them, to gently suckle them. 

“John, my hands are wet honey.”

“I know, you’re completely at my mercy…” the twinkle in his voice, the slight devilish tone made her shudder. “…and you like that too… don’t you?”

“Perhaps… I don’t know John… I uhh…” She once again felt the blush creep across her face. His hands slid up to cup her breasts fondling the nipples as they grew, poking out against the fabric. She leaned her head back and was surprised to realize that she did like being in his control, being at his mercy. She thought about why and realized that she could let go when she was in his control, it washed away the years of programming, by church, school, parents that told her to remain conservative. It was contrary to her past, to her upbringing to be allowed to enjoy this so much. But when she was in his control all that was dissolved. She wanted John to feel that same liberation, to feel the same level of abandon she felt.

John’s hand slid into the waist band of her shorts, slid along her flat belly under the band of her lace panties she’d bought specifically for tonight. He found her lips together, held that way by the confines of her panties, keeping her moisture locked inside. His finger slid down separating her lips to delve inside. He was surprised at the amount of wetness as his fingertip slid into her channel.

“Ohh John that feels so good…”

“I love you Libby,” as his finger slid out, lubricating her clit to capture her clitoral shaft under his fingertip. He rocked his finger over the bump of her shaft, worrying it from side to side. She was amazed at how easily he could bring her to this level of excitement. God, the tingles that flowed through her body… 

“Oh god John! You’d better stop… I ohh… I uh… still have to do… Oh my god John… Stop!”

His finger continued its attack on her clitoral shaft. All he had to do was touch the tip of her clit once and she’d be off, she knew it. While she wanted him to stop, her body moved trying to force the contact that would put her over the edge. John was amazed at how hot Libby was, how wet, how close to orgasm she was so quickly. Her movements as she sought out his fingertip served to stimulate his hard cock nestled against her ass, her panties and satiny shorts doing nothing to prevent the feeling of sliding between the cheeks.

“You don’t really want me to… do you? I mean, do you really want me to stop?” he asked as his fingers stopped, his cock pressed tightly against her. 

“No… No… please make me cum John, Please….”

His fingers renewed their attack and she crested, her knees giving way, her body supported by his hand and the pressure holding her against the counter. One hand trapped by the counter rubbing her clit, the other holding her breast, feeling, marveling at, the hardness of her nipple, the suppleness of her breast, John supported her by pressing forward, and sliding his fingers into her channel. Each shudder sent showers of pleasure through his body and he knew if he didn’t back off he would make a mess of both sets of clothing. As he released the pressure, her knees buckled and she began to slump to the ground, her legs shaking, her arms not able to support her, John slid to the floor with her. 

“Oh my god… if you ever do that again… I’ll fuck you till you can’t stand anymore…”

“Such language from a lady! And god what a threat!” John laughed

“Only for you John… A whore in your bedroom, a lady everywhere else.”

“I love you Libby…” and he pulled himself up. “Let me help you with the dishes so we can get done faster. I’m ready for the movie.” He dropped a hand to her and pulled her to her unsteady feet. She washed and he dried. She laughed that he couldn’t ever seem to find where to put things, he could always find it when it was time to eat but could never find where it goes afterwards… What a typical man! He stacked it all on the counter. She put it away where it went. 

They walked out into the living room, the TV relentlessly monotonous droning in sounds that were tuned out. John watched as Libby spread out a couple of blankets to cushion the hard floor.

“Lay down… I’ll be right back…”

John lay on the blankets, flipping through the channels, not finding anything that could hold his interest through a commercial. Libby walked back into the room in a flowing semi transparent robe John had never seen before. 

“Wow! Where’d that come from?”

“I bought it today.”

“You’re stunning Libby, you really are…” John’s eyes traveled the full length of her, starting at her not quite blonde hair, silky and incredibly fine, her thin long neck, the slight bumps of her protruding shoulder bones, her pert breasts, the nipples long and obvious, surrounded by a subtle darkening of the surrounding fabric, indicating her Aurelia. Her breasts were… pert… for lack of a better description, her nipples pointing slightly up, her breasts the slightly uneven look of the purely natural. The robe hid her midsection but John could imagine the flowing lines of her body. Not muscle builder lines, softer than that, but just as toned. Her narrow waist flaring at her hips, he could just make out the diving V of her panties, the high waist making the V that much more pronounced where her legs met. Her muscular thighs, tapering into impossibly cute knees, long toned calves, long curved toes. She stood over John rocking back and forth self consciously as he drank her in.

Her hands were behind her back, her chin quivered slightly as she handed the large brown paper bag to John. 

“we said we’d try something new… umm… I thought… I well… I figured we could try these…”

John laughed as he opened the bag and looked inside and then laughed harder as he saw an assortment of plastic cocks in boxes, a larger box that had a tube like thing in it. He looked up and saw that Libby was upset, her frown wrinkling the skin at the top of her nose, her chin quivering, wrinkling as a tear left her eye to slowly course down her cheek, following the just developing smile crease at the corner of her mouth. 

“Libby what’s wrong? Baby come here…” and he pulled her down beside him, wrapped her in his arms.

“John, don’t laugh at me, I… don’t know what… I didn’t know what to pick… I wanted to do something, anything… to show you I love you…”

“Libby, relax honey, I love you, this is going to be fun!” his childish exuberance putting her at ease. “Libby, if we can’t laugh then it won’t be fun… it won’t be us… I’m not laughing at you I’m just amazed at the choices…”

Libby relaxed and looked in the bag and saw the collection she had picked out and started to laugh… “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking when I picked this one out” as she pulled a box out of the large bag. It held a purple penis with wire remote control, bold letters on the front telling one and all that it moved in two distinct directions!

“God! I hope you bought batteries!!!” John laughed as Libby pulled a box of C and then reached for another box of D batteries. “this is going to be a hell of a night babe!” and Libby laughed with him.

“Oh cool! Remote control!” John held a box up like a prize. It held a Butterfly vibrator, its straps dangling as John pulled it out of the box. “Here! lets try this on you…”

“John… Lets try this first… its uhh its my turn.”

She pulled the tube configuration out of the box, and it too had a remote control. “Its sucks, it massages, its better than a woman… the guy at the store told me so…” and she laughed out loud, fully into the discovery of the moment. John had never been happier in his life, to see the raw lust coupled with the childlike sense of discovery he read in Libby’s every action, her eagerness to experience new things with him. 

“The guy at the store told you so huh?”

Libby pushed John’s chest so he slowly fell back, ending up on top of him. He could feel the silkiness of her robe around him, the silkiness of her hair encompassing his face as she leaned over to kiss him.

“Hmmm… I thought you’d take some preparation first…” her hand slid down and grasped his already hard member. “Let’s find out how this works.” She rolled off of him and grabbed the batteries feeding them into the slot. Then she grabbed the remote control and push a button. A series of small rollers began moving up and down, squeezing a rubber sheath housed inside the plastic tube. “You put your cock in this and it gives you a handjob and a blowjob at the same time!”

John laughed out loud. “You sure it won’t hurt me?”

“It better not!”

“Oh that’s comforting!”

“John, please…” her head tilted down, giving her puppy dog expression John would never learn to overcome. 

She reached over and John lifted his hips to let her pull down his shorts, underwear and all. She pulled them off his hips, over his legs and off his feet. She pulled on his shirt and he raised up to pull it over his head, dragging it off his arms and laid back completely naked. He lay there as Libby just looked at him, the same observant, soaking it all in scan that he’d done to her when she walked in the room. She looked at the sparse hair on his chest, the rippling of the muscles of his chest, the almost six pack abs of his stomach developed by a summer of manual labor, his hard cock rising off his belly under her gaze. She leaned over and kissed him… 

“I meant it John… I’m completely yours in the bedroom, to discover, to play with, to enjoy… but a perfect lady anywhere else.”

“Libby promise me something… Promise me something first.”

“What John?”

“We can try anything you want, anything I want, we want damnit, but you have to promise me that if you don’t like it you’ll tell me… I promise the same thing… Ok?”

“deal…” and she leaned down to take his cock into her mouth. John grunted with the pleasure of feeling her lips glide down over his cock. She wasn’t able to get the whole thing in, kind of gagged at the bottom of the stroke as he felt the head hit the back of her throat. She pulled off and Laughed…




Libby & John: First Time Ch. 03



“I think I’ll have to work on that.”

He laughed even harder. “Anytime you want to practice feel free!” again in his boyish tone.

She reached back into the bag and took out a bottle of lubricant. “This is supposed to feel really good John…” and his hips came up off the ground as her hands smeared the stuff over the length of his cock, her hand gripping him, squeezing as it traveled his length. She slid the tube down over his cock, the lubricant smearing along the inside. It felt amazingly like a cold pussy.

“Oh my god its cold…”

Libby laughed…”Now we’re even for the ice cube!” and John couldn’t help but laugh too, the tube moving with his laughter causing both Libby and John to laugh harder. Libby reached over and pushed the button and watched the change of expression on John’s face as the rollers began moving up and down on his cock. He became very serious very quickly. 

She pushed another button and they heard a small pump pulling the air out of the tube, the rubber sheath collapsing on his cock. 

“Oh Libby… oh god… this feels fucking incredible!” his head fell back, his hands over his head as he let the machine take over. Libby adjusted the knobs and, watching John’s expressions, learned what felt good, a small wince announcing when it was a little too much, and softening of his tenseness telling her when it wasn’t enough.

She got it set and leaned over looking deeply into John’s face, watching every expression reveling in the ability to observe him without the distraction of her own pleasure. It was deeper than anything she’d ever felt, an emotion so intense, this most intimate act, rarely observed because of her own pleasure, or darkness or one of the other million reasons one always seems to lose track of their partner during their shared ecstasy. John’s eyes opened to mere slits and he looked at Libby.

“oh god honey… this is incredible… its going to… I can’t hold it much longer… ohh baby… oh god…”

Libby smiled and lowered her head to kiss John, his lips slack, unresponsive as he lost himself to his pleasure. His grunts and groans becoming less intelligible.

“Faster Libby, make it go faster….” Libby once again picked up the remote turning the ‘volume’ knob, watching the little rollers go faster up and down the full length of John’s cock. She watched fascinated as his body twitched each time the rollers passed over a specific spot, not caring how much he twitched, how much he groaned, unrelenting in its monotony. She watched as the muscles in John’s neck tightened, his head back but not touching the floor, his chest tense, his stomach taut, his legs quivering with each pass of the relentless rollers. And she knew when he passed the point of no return, while the tenseness continued in his body it eased from his face, and then his body was thrusting, she assumed they were timed with each shot of cum, accompanied by a grunt, his head was fully back and he was now lost to a world she could not share, only observe.

As his moment passed his head slowly fell back to rest on the soft cushion of the blankets. His cock continued to twitch with aftershocks and Libby lay down beside him, running her hand over chest as he lay there with his eyes closed, breathing hard. She watched his cock slowly deflate in the glow of the TV, like a slow motion death on an old western movie. He reached down and pulled the contraption off his cock falling to his stomach with a plop.

“Oh my god Libby… I came so hard!”

She chuckled quietly and he sat up. “What movies did you get… God you’re going to wear me out!” He reached into the bag and pulled one of the movies out at random and slid it into the machine. “Dirty debs… any idea?”

Libby blushed and shook her head. The woman on the cover looked a lot like Libby. The scene opened with a girl dressed on a bed and they talked a while. Meanwhile, John dug into the bag again and pulled the Purple cock, the one that moved in two directions at once from the box. He slid the battery in the base of the thing, and picked up the remote control. It came to life in his hand as it began to buzz.

John smiled and Libby blushed again, her innocence masked by her willingness. 

“Hmmm…” John muttered under his breath. He leaned over and Libby felt a shower of sparks as he touched the buzzing purple phallus to her nipple. “Feel good?”

She shook her head and John trailed it down her stomach to pass it briefly over her clit. She jumped with the sensation, knowing she was dripping with excitement after watching John cum so hard. John grasped the hip strings of her panties and slid them down slowly, watching, observing, appreciating each inch of her as it was exposed. He leaned down and kissed her navel.

“You’re beautiful Libby.”

He slid the vibrator once again over her clit.

“What’s the other motion John?”

John smiled his mix between devilish and boyish grin. “You’ll see…”

He lay down beside her and they watched as the girl on TV ran her hands up and down a disjointed cock, apparently belonging to someone off screen. The girl lowered her head and took the cock into her mouth, her lips making the universal “O” her cheeks bulging each time she slid her mouth down and doing the concave thing each time her head raised.

John slid the vibrator down and gathered Libby’s juices on it as it penetrated her lips just slightly. Libby felt the buzz course through her body and John slowly pumped it in and out, a little deeper with each thrust, gathering more juice each time he pulled it out. He finally reached the bottom of the thing and Libby jumped as a soft appendage touched her clit, two small tentacles spreading out on either side. 

“Does that feel good Libby?”

“Oh god yes! Libby said relaxing and concentrating on the vibration deep inside her body, transmitted to her clit from the two small tentacles. She felt the fullness of penetration but not the warmth of John’s cock, and it felt slightly distant. As her body tensed and relaxed to the flowing waves of her pleasure, slowly building towards her penultimate release she opened her eyes. John had his distinct absorbent gaze turned on Libby, his vision flowing up and down her undulating body. He reached down to the remote and Libby felt a movement deep inside of her.

The head of the vibrator began to spin slowly inside of her as John’s hand assured that the wonderful tentacles remained in contact with her clit. Her rise to orgasm accelerated and at the same time she knew it would be more intense than she thought it would be. John’s eyes looked deep into Libby’s, searching for her pleasure, watching every move, every expression in the light of the TV. Libby’s cries joined the girl on TV’s as her body tensed, her breasts thrust out, her hands reached up to grab her nipples pulling in distracted passion. John leaned down and kissed her.

“Libby, let it go, feel it… is it going to make you cum?”

His concerned gaze coupled with the tingles from her distended nipples, combined with his regained hardness poking her thigh sent her over the edge. Her eyes rolled in her head, her body left the ground as her thighs pushed her pussy up in the air, her body becoming a tension bridge from head to feet. She let it all go, all the restraint, all of the conservatism, all the inhibitions as she reached her peak. She felt each wave of pleasure, rolling along her belly, emanating from her pussy, the combination of the rotating blunt cock and the vibrations on her clit making her cum intensely. But still there was something missing.

As she settled back to the ground she felt the sudden emptiness as John pulled the vibrator out and rolled over on top of her body. She knew what was missing as the living cock, twitching in pleasure replaced the plastic cock. 

The warmth, the way it fit itself to her insides, were something that plastic couldn’t replace. While her orgasm had been intense it was short, sudden, different. Now as John’s hips drove his cock into her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him she was complete. Her orgasms ran in series, each one a little more intense building to a crescendo as john’s pubic hair caressed her clit at the end of each stroke. 

John held her tight and moaned into her ear as he reached his peak, his hot cum bursting forth deep within her, she felt each twitch of his cock, each thrust, as he dug his toes in the carpet to get deeper, Holding hip hips deep in her with the heels of her feet against his ass. 

“Ohh god Lib… Oh god… cumming… oh baby…. I love you… ooh!”

She could only groan with pleasure, he body squeezing John, holding him closer in every manner. Her legs, wrapped around him squeezing, her pussy squeezing through each contraction, her arms around his neck clinging for all they’re worth. She had never felt closer to John as her orgasm slowly slipped away.

“I love you John.”

“I Love you too Libby…”

Libby looked up as the credits on the movie began to scroll rapidly up the screen. “Did you see any of the movie?”

John laughed, causing aftershocks of tingles with each body shudder of his slowly deflating cock. “I saw her sucking some guy a while ago and that’s it. We can try to watch it tomorrow… No touching each other and see how long we last.”

Libby smiled as John rolled off of her laying beside her, pulling her to rest her head on his chest. He clicked off the TV.

“This was fun Libby, we still have lots of toys to try.”

“We have lots of other things to try too John… I love you.”