You smack on my shoulder is enough of an answer as I shrug and grin unashamedly.
It's nervous time again, that scary in-between place where I don't know what is going to happen next. A few quick glances between us; shy smiles. Then you appear to relax and my stomach tightens as you turn to me and say-
"You are coming to my house."
It is difficult to form words as the blood drains from my head, but I manage a simple- "Ok."
Then you return your attention to driving, a smile on your face. Thankfully I recover before we reach your house, allowing me some time to think. Remember what you have learned, but listen to what she is saying. Do everything S L O W L Y . Don't forget the-
As my feet stall in your doorway you notice my expression and take a guess- "I have condoms silly."
I can feel my ears burning. Then the calm comes. Just like the first time. I wasn't nervous, once I knew where things were going. I had visualized that so many times that it all felt so natural. It didn't happen exactly the way I imagined, but it was still good. And with you, well, my imagination has been working pretty hard for many nights. All that studying, time for the final. You dispel the final bit of nervousness with a light kiss on my lips and I return it. Then another, this time encircling you in my arms. You feel so good there. Soft and warm. And right now, hot.
Your tongue ventures out to my lips and I open them, allowing you inside my mouth where I wait for you. My hands are all over you as we stumble towards your room. On your neck and in your hair, roaming the delicate expanse of your back. We have to break apart for a moment as your open the door but upon entering I feel drawn to you like a magnet to an iron bar. Your hands stop me and we step apart. You smile and glance into my eyes, then move your hands to the bottom of your blouse. As you pull it over your head I help you, pleased to discover that you are not wearing a bra. Not in a rush I move to kiss you again, my hands eager to touch this nearly uncovered skin. They travel slowly up from your hips, like water along each crease and edge, but up instead of down. Climbing up each rib, then around your back. Up your spine, following it up to your shoulders, your shoulder blades. Strong and supple, they seem like wings ready to take you paradise. Around to your front again, where my lips can follow my fingers over your collarbones to your graceful neck.
Your hands are busy as well, your nails raising goosebumps under my shirt and the back of my neck. Occasionally they tug at the bottom of my shirt, but only half-heatedly. I think you know that I want to please you first, to explore your body. Find out what turns you on and so you allow me to do what I please, confident that you will be able to return the favor.
Now my interests turn to your chest, trailing between your breasts. They are beautiful, worthy of poems, swelling with arousal and your rising breath. Nipples are already hard, eager to be touched and teased. But I only brush over them briefly. Instead my hands follow the valley between them, down to your flat stomach. I can almost hear the pout on your lips but I continue on. On my knees now, your fingers run through my hair as I impart soft kisses here. God that feels good. You can feel my smile on the flat board of your stomach as you send chills through me. My tongue in your belly button causes you to squirm in return. Soon my fingers are busy undoing the button of your jeans and I can feel your tense anticipation. But I leave them on, instead quickly coming back up to eye level to kiss you again, wrap you up in my arms and lean you slowly back to the bed.
"Beautiful," I mutter as I lean above you on one arm. The other rest on you hip as I lean in to whisper in your ear. I want to know if I can get you to gasp as I speak to you. Time to show a little boldness where none exists. I want to know if I can make your heart race just by talking, telling you what I am going to do to you in detail.
"I just a little bit I am going to take a trip over your beautiful features. Caress your lips with mine, kiss slowly down to your breasts, as my hands caress every available inch of you. Then I will-"
You surprise me, your hand finding mine on your hip and moving it to your left breast, then kneading it. "Stop teasing me and just do it. I know you want me and I want you. You've been quite explicit before now, so just do it. Please."
Never one to deny an impassioned plea I comply. Straddling your legs as my mouth fastens itself to your hard nipples, my fingers steadily work the zipper of your jeans down. Luckily you have already kicked off you shoes so I have no trouble pulling you jeans off. Peeling them from your waist and over your upraised legs to reveal your blue lace panties. I love your legs. Long and thin, but not too much so. I hug them to me, kissing the back of your heels, then your calves. And, of course, the back of your thighs and knees.
I know that your are ticklish here but I only take advantage for a few seconds. It takes only a suggestion for your to turn over, revealing what both you and I consider one of your best physical assets. Your ass. I think that it's just right. Not too bony or thin but not to big either. Just enough to give it an eye-catching wiggle. You sigh as I tell you this and I move on to the small of your back. I brush wet lips on it, then blow gently, giving you a shiver. My hands stroke languidly up, caressing each side as my lips press into the valley formed by the strong muscles there. Coming up your ribs my fingers tease your breasts on each side, sneaking underneath to brush your nipples.
You have finally had enough of my teasing and growl as you turn over again. Your eyes flash as you stare at me, grinning rapaciously. Uh Oh. I may have made a slight mi-
Your actions take away all rational thought as you attack me. Your hungry lips are everywhere as are your clever hands. For a few seconds I make a heroic effort to retake control, slow things down, but you will not let me. My clothes are off in a heartbeat and then I am uninterested in slowing down. We aren't speaking, we communicate entirely in moans and sighs; even growls and occasional screams. I'd like to make some romantic analogy, like 'we crashed into each other like ocean waves, releasing the stored energy of the universe stolen from the pull of the moon and stars' or the like. But the truth of it is that we crashed into each other like a train wreck. Heavy relentless inertia, unsuspected depths of passion unleashed, seldom called strength and dexterity. Harsh teeth and nails, almost bruising in intensity, shocking if they were used in the world, but here, just right. All the carefully thought out plans and hoped for memories laid waste. I can still hear your breath in my ear, loud gasps and pleas. Then, somehow, there is calm.
Calm.
Crystal clarity, we can move again, think again. Millimeters apart, our breath touches as we look at each other. Flushed and out of breath, we still. I won't say that I am embarrassed or ashamed of what was happening. It was a kind of scary-wonderful, even desirable. Later. Right now, our first time together I want to remember. Remember what the first taste of you was like on my lips forever, the look in your eyes as I make my way down to your bare sex. I think you want the same. Don't you? Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you want to remember every detail as you took me into your mouth for the first time, the surrender written on my face as you take such careful control.
And I was being selfish. In my need to please you, I forgot that you would want to please me as well. No words again, but now we say 'touch me' with our eyes, 'kiss me' with our lips. 'May I' and 'Yes, please do' with just a glance and a nod. Much better this time. Slow, but equal. But I still want you first, and you acquiesce with a sigh, laying back with the grace of a wind-blown scarf. I still tease, but not unendingly.
Sliding beside you, my palm caresses up your calf, past your knee. A quick squeeze on your thigh for fun, then to the crease. Then between your sweet thighs to your bare mound. I kiss your ear as my fingers kiss your sex, skirting about the edges and creases. I still want you to ask, but I prompt you- "You feel so good. Soft and warm. I just know that you will taste even better. Do you like?"
Better than any words could be, you press closer to me, purring softly. A little awkward for my fingers to slide inside you and we both know it, but we hold off on any movement for a bit. Just feeling. I can feel your impatient fingers kneading my thigh as they can't quite grasp my hard cock. I saw you put the condoms under the pillow and I consider retrieving one. Not quite what I had in mind just now but it might be wiser-
You put that thought away as you roll over onto me, your ass coming to rest on my hip, leaving you draped diagonally over me. With both hands free.
Reading my thoughts you say- "It's ok. I trust you. We're not going there yet."
This is one of my best fantasies, one I return to more often than not. A beautiful woman trusting and open enough to allow me to touch her like this. My other arm, now free, wraps around your shoulders as the other hand parts your legs and journeys to your center. Your own arms wrap around my neck as you exhale.
"My god, you are so sexy."
"Show me. Touch me with all those feelings. Make me feel it. Let me show you what it's like for a girl. As closely as I can. Touch me."
Of course I do. And I answer. "Tell me. Whisper it to me on rushed breaths and half-formed words. In the soft scratch of your nails on my neck and dance of your hips."
Now I am touching you, the soft center of you, wet with the evidence of your arousal. Slick and warm, your walls enfold my fingers like... nothing else on this earth. No analogy comes even close. Except maybe the feel of your arms around me the first time tonight. Full of hope and promise; trust and fire. My fingers are inquisitive, they know that there is something inside of you that is special, a place to be petted gently at first and then with more conviction. But I slow the search, instead concentrating on what I know. There, there is a familiar rising of skin and nerves, shy but eager to be touched with that same intent.
I start with circles around that hardened nub of flesh as my fingers withdraw momentarily from their new home. My other hand is busy as well, visiting your nipples. Your fingers are on the move as well, flicking my nipples. One of your fingers is in my mouth, playing chase with my tongue. Mimicking future actions, entering my mouth to be set upon by my fluttering tongue.
