Allison showered then wondered down the upstairs hall of Carrie's house. She was completely naked. Jesse's last words to her before she'd gone upstairs to the bathroom had been, "no clothes." She'd never spent much time naked, not because she was too reserved to enjoy the feeling of being naked, but more out of a lack of opportunity. She had two brothers at home, so her privacy was limited. She was a little self conscious though, and unsure of how Jesse would act towards her when she went downstairs. She didn't want to go down there completely uncovered.
She paused in front of Carrie's room. She could find one of her friend's loose robes or oversized T-shirts. She'd rather wear one of Jesse's shirts, but she didn't want to go in his room without his knowledge. So she rummaged in Carrie's closet until she found a pink, knee length satin robe with a white sash.
She found Jesse in the kitchen with a beer in his hand and a white pool towel wrapped around his waist. "You should never wear clothes," he said when he saw her.
"I'm not a nudist."
"You should be. You've got tits like a porn star." He parted her robe and pressed the cold beer bottle to her nipples and watched them tighten into hard dark buds.
She gasped and shivered at the sudden cold against her flesh.
Then she moaned when he replaced the cold with the heat of his mouth.
He pulled on the hem of the robe and it slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet.
"Much better," he said, looking her up and down.
"You keep undressing me."
"You like it."
She did. She'd never let any guy touch her except Rodney. She'd always thought she was saving herself for somebody she loved. And she'd thought she'd loved Rodney, but then the physical stuff with him was disappointing and he turned out to be a jerk. And Jesse was sexy and experienced. She barely knew him, but she'd let him have sex with her. She'd let him inside her body. And oddly, she didn't feel bad about it. She might later, but right now, she just wanted to feel him inside her again.
"You like it when I look at you. That's why you swing your hips when you walk."
Busted. She licked her lips and met his gaze, not saying anything.
"You like it when I touch you. That's why your nipples do this." He tweaked the dark tips of her breasts and they pebbled.
"You like it when I talk dirty to you." He slipped his hand between her legs and dipped a finger into her juices. She gasped and her lips parted. "That's why you're so wet." He traced her lips with his glistening finger, then put it inside her mouth. She instinctively sucked.
"You like sex," he said as he took his hand back.
She hadn't liked sex with Rodney. "I like sex with you," she said.
"Good." He kissed her, a deep drugging kiss. His hands tangled in her hair and he held her mouth hard against his as his tongue slid against hers, between her lips, in and out.
She gripped his back, her nails digging into his skin as she pressed her whole body against his, unable to get close enough. When he tore his mouth from hers she leaned her head back, breathing hard. "Oh, god," she panted.
His hands were on her shoulders, pressing down. She raised her head to look at him and he kissed the center of her forehead, then pushed down on her shoulders again. She dropped to her knees in front of him, his erect cock in front of her face. The kitchen tile was cold and hard. She slid the towel that had fallen from his waist under her and wrapped her fingers around his smooth hardness. She breathed in the scent of him. He'd showered too, and she pressed her cheek against his shaft and buried her nose in the dark hair surrounding the base of his penis. He smelled spicy, soapy, musky.
The fingers of one hand explored his length, rubbing over the ridged veins, while with the other, she cupped his balls. She felt something wet on her fingers and leaned back to see. Pre-come oozed from the opening at his tip. Raising her gaze to Jesse's face, she watched him, saw his nostrils flare as she lapped up the liquid with her tongue.
She had gone down on Rodney, but he had held her head and guided her movements. Jesse seemed content to let her do whatever she wanted, so she slid her tongue up and down his shaft like he was a sweet, sticky lollipop. And he seemed to like it because his cock twitched under her tongue.
Finally, she fisted her hands around him and took his head in her mouth, hoping she was doing this right.
