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We had been dating for a few weeks, and I had begun to get frustrated.
I had not had a lot of experience with men, and all that I'd had had been very, very unfortunate. However, I seemed more like Madonna compared to Erik. He was 25, and had never so much as kissed a girl before we started dating, never mind had sex. His naivet� appealed to me in a way - I had always been the one to get taken advantage of. In this relationship I knew more than he did, and the feeling was a bit exhilarating.
Erik and I both knew about each other's backgrounds - we had been friends for a few years before hand. He was a tall, sweet man, who always seemed a bit vulnerable to me, despite his surface gruffness. He made me laugh when I needed to laugh most - and I had been in love with him since shortly after we met. I had never said anything to him - I was always afraid I'd scare him away, the same way the other women who went for him always did. He'd date them for a few days, or a week to be polite, and wait for them to get frustrated with his backwardness and leave. He would never make the first move, and eventually the fact that he hadn't even tried to take their hands by the end of the week irritated them completely. Each time it happened I knew it hurt him, although he did seem to be trying to drive them away.
I was determined not to make the same mistake. I am not a patient person by nature, but I knew that to have any hope with him, I'd have to sit back and wait. Being friends with him was almost impossible at times. He liked to flirt and tease, and he had no idea how much that hurt me - to flirt with him, and smile, and know he had no idea the fires he stoked up inside me every time. To know he didn't really even know I existed, on a sexual plane at any rate. I would often go home after seeing him, alone, and masturbate to one orgasm after another while fantasizing about Erik - Erik smiling at me, Erik wrapping his big hands around my breasts, Erik, fucking me until I begged him to stop.
Eventually my waiting paid off. There was one winter Erik and I spent a lot of time together - I saw him almost every day in fact. He had been laid off from his job, and my school schedule allowed me odd hours, when no one else I knew was available. So I saw him. We had lunch. We watched movies. We talked philosophy huddled up under a blanket in his basement, with me shoving my frozen toe-sicles under his butt for warmth. We had a lot in common, and a lot of areas where we squabbled endlessly about the same silly subjects over and over. He would tease me, and I'd wiggle my frozen toes, turning his butt to ice as well.
By accident, the way so many good things happen, something changed. It happened one particularly cold day when he was teasing me more mercilessly than was normal. Usually when he went too far, I'd pull away and pout. Just a little bit, just to let him know he'd pushed too much. He'd apologize and hug me, and we'd move on. This time when Erik went too far, I had realized it was far too cold to risk pulling away, out from underneath the blanket. I changed my tactics - instead of pulling away, I attacked.
I had known for years that Erik was extremely ticklish under the arms. What he had not figured out, however, was that I was (and still am) almost completely impervious to tickling. I have to be half-dead with exhaustion to squirm even the slightest when tickled, and that day I wasn't tired. So when I pounced with fingernails ready, he was caught completely by surprise. I managed to get him curled up in a ball, trying vainly to protect himself by tickling me back, and all the while I was telling him exactly how much trouble he was in. He laughed, he begged for mercy... and then the tables turned. He suddenly remembered he was almost twice my size, and had the strength to go along with it.
Before I knew what was happening, he had his hands locked around both of my wrists, supporting me with my stomach compressed over his knees and his arms out straight to keep my fingers as far from his armpits he could possibly get them. That would have been the end of it, until he realized that laying across his knees as I was, I couldn't breathe. He did not want to release my hands to renew the attack, so instead he dropped his legs. It's a good thing his arms really are strong, and that I'm really quite flexible in the shoulders, because as I crashed down following his retreating kneecaps, I lost my balance, pitched forward, and held only by my arms, sagged. Which had the added effect of mashing my face against his. Without his strength I believe we probably would have both been left toothless, and without my flexibility I'd have had a dislocated shoulder or two to go along with it.
After an initial shocked pause, I felt his lips moving beneath mine, and before I could change my mind I took a deep breath and kissed him. I felt his grip on my wrists loosening, and his sweaty hands slipped; we ended up with our fingers laced, clinging to each other's hands. It took an additional minute before I felt his lips respond to mine, and suddenly we were pressed up against each other, kissing passionately. My head started to swim and I gasped for breath - in that moment I felt his tongue hesitantly touch my bottom lip, and I opened slightly wider to let it slip inside. My tongue pressed forward to meet his of its own volition - I swear I had no conscious control at that point - and as the kiss deepened I felt one of his hands let go of my own and wrap around me, pulling me closer. We kissed for what seemed like hours, tongues wrestling and gasps escaping from both of our mouths. When we finally broke apart, we were both panting and sweating, with his leg pressed firmly between my own, and his obvious erection against my stomach in what seemed to me was probably an uncomfortable manner.
"God I've wanted to kiss you for so long" he gasped, blushing as he realized how apparent his erection was as I eased slowly away to try to let up the pressure. Doing that, however, forced my crotch harder onto his leg, which sent a thrill from my pussy straight to my brain. My own blush very clearly gave away what had happened, and we both looked studiously at the floor for a few moments as I extricated myself, trying to compose ourselves.
"Why did you wait, then, Erik?" I asked, quietly, painstakingly avoiding his eyes.
"I thought... I thought you'd never have me," was his reply, startling me. Looking up and feeling his gaze on my face, I slowly turned to him and shook my head.
"How could you think that Erik? Why on earth... how could I ever turn you down? I've been crazy about you for years!" My sudden confession embarrassed me, and I shrank in place, trying to hide. His hand on my chin, gentle but insistent, forced me to look at him again, and the amazement in his eyes became immediately apparent.
"You didn't know?" I asked. When he shook his head and inquired why I had never told him, I explained what I had observed with the women who'd tried to get his attention in the past. I repeated my question as to why he'd waited if he had wanted to kiss me for so long.
"You always were with someone! Every time I saw you, there was some new guy hanging around, following you like a puppy. They were smart, funny, and good-looking... if none of them was good enough to keep you, how could I ever be?"
My laugh shocked him, and I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes before he managed to suppress it. I tried to stifle my laugh, and apologized to him, but it didn't last long and in seconds I was giggling hysterically again. I sat up in such a hurry that I accidentally propelled myself off the couch, and landed ungracefully on the floor, still howling with laughter. Wiping the tears of laughter off my face and rubbing my butt ruefully, I crawled back onto the couch, took his face in my hands, and kissed him soundly before reseating myself and explaining.
"There was nothing wrong with any of those guys you met. All of them were as you said, nice, smart, and good-looking. But you have to see the irony of it - not a single one of them was good enough for me because they couldn't compare to you in my eyes... and you never considered me because you thought they were better than you."
As he thought about he, he snickered. The snickers turned to giggles, the giggles to guffaws, and shortly we were both laughing uncontrollably and clinging to each other for support.
"I can't even believe how much time we have wasted with this, Erik! We are idiots!" I pronounced. Still laughing, Erik could only shake his head and admonish me:
"Quit making me laugh! I can't breathe!"
"Get used to it," was my reply, and I kissed him again. I could still feel him smiling against me, but before long I was too out of breath myself to notice anymore.
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