When Dick looked at Jane, he saw a Teflon woman who deflected everything. This was one of her faces; he saw it when their relationship got serious. Before that, he had seen a face that was more confident, more normal, more straightforward. When they talked now, mostly about sex, she gave him a shy face that mumbled bits of non-info. When they had sex, her seeming embarrassment didn't stop her from taking what she wanted. She smiled and looked away, even as she grabbed his cock like a leash.
Right now, she was smiling at him, they were talking at a cafe table on the street. When she got quiet he knew she was thinking of sex. Dick learned to prod her like a lion-tamer, so she would talk to him, make a show of conversation. Jane the kitty-cat got bored of talking, so she always had to be the one to talk first. After that she only humored him. She acted cool, let him do the talking. Wait too long, and she was liable to bite his head off.
Their conversation came to an end. She leaned in closer and glanced around to see if anyone else was listening. She smiled like a lion and asked, "Will it be OK to sleep at your house tonight?"
He noticed the purr in her voice, the smirk, and the look away. She was wanting sex for sure. Sex was what changed everything in the first place. In the beginning he was dating a nice girl who was just really level. Level like a well-built shelf. Level like a pool table should be. Smooth like a pond on a gentle day. This other Jane was an ice-flow on an early Spring.
It wasn't the first kiss that did it, or even something he said that turned her into a cold river; it was the first time they had sex. The sex had started normally, slow but normal foreplay followed by energetic copulation, until Dick was pretty sure they would climax together.
He ate her out and sucked her clit like a puppydog. She didn't want to go down on him, so they hugged and he kissed her ear while she stroked his cock. She laughed the whole night, telling him how big his cock was. He was witty, he told her how pretty she looked naked, and how funny her noises were. Then she laid back and they fucked. He held onto it until she looked him right in the eye and he was so sure they would come together. Her hands were locked around his buttocks, she moaned loud. He closed his eyes and relaxed. The tingling was all over the head of his cock when he realized she had gone limp and cold.
She seemed tense, so he panicked and pulled out. It was too late to stop from coming, and jizz shot from her thigh to her pubes. A few drops of semen got on the lips of her vagina.
Jane had told Dick she was on the pill. They thought it out, and they hadn't been drinking. She was totally sincere when she told him she was on the pill. She looked him square in the eye, even though he had been touching her at the time.
His semen was clumping on her pubic hairs. There was a big drop on her outer labia. Her skin was a uniform porcelain, but it shaded to a milk chocolate brown color around her cunt. The globe of semen stood out on the lip of her vagina. A short black pubic hair poked up through the blob of semen. He suspected she trimmed her bush a bit, just to keep it short. She started gathering the semen by wiping it on her fingers.
