I don't know if love is fickle, but I am sure it needs working at sometimes.
Let me tell you about Selena Goodchild. We were studying still life at the same night school, in town. The week had started with a male nude sitting for us. He was quite good looking, not too muscular, easy to draw. I started teasing Selena right after the class. We had been going out with each other for a week, but had never gone further than a kiss before parting. She was being cautious because of a bad relationship in the past, and I was respecting her wishes. We were getting along very well and I had decided to test the waters.
"So, what did you think of the model?" I asked as we walked to the car.
"I had trouble with his legs. I couldn't get the shape right."
"No, I mean did seeing him naked turn you on?"
"Of course not. Besides, he didn't have anything worth getting worked up about." She didn't sound too convincing.
I laughed. "Well, I know you won't have anything to worry about with me then. Not that I'm boasting mind, but that guy's dick was tiny. He should be ashamed to be seen naked like that."
She didn't say anything, just looked at me till we got to the car, as if she was trying to work something out. We drove to her shared house in silence, but I noticed she kept glancing at me. Before Selena got out of my car I asked if she wanted to go to a movie the next evening. She agreed and we kissed goodbye. I held the kiss longer than usual and she didn't seem to mind. As I watched her walk up the path I smiled.
The following evening I didn't wear any underwear to the cinema, just jeans and a T-shirt. We met outside. I had already bought the tickets, making sure to get seats near the back. Selena was wearing a shoulder less top that showed more cleavage than usual and a tight pair of jeans. We kissed when we met and this time it was Selena who stretched the duration. I put my arm around her shoulder as we walked into the dark cinema. Selena put her arm around my waist with her hand resting on my backside. I wondered if she would notice my lack of underwear but she didn't comment if she did.
We held hands during the film as usual, but occasionally I would stroke her hand with my thumb. A couple of times I used the other hand to squeeze hers as I looked her in the dark. The movie was a romantic comedy, chosen because I had read a review that said it was a feel good flick. I kept half an eye on my girlfriend and when she looked at me during the slushy bits I made sure to look back. The third time I caught her looking, I reached cross and ran my fingers down her cheek. The film had a feel good ending and we left in good spirits.
When we got back to the car, I lightly held her face still and leant over to kiss her. I didn't need to lean far, she met me half way. For the first time Selena parted her sweet lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her hands gripped my head, prolonging the experience for as long as she wanted. Our tongues pushed against each other, passing between mouths at will. I ran my hand down her neck and across her smooth shoulder. When she broke the kiss she was panting slightly, out of breath and flushed.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help it," she explained. "I needed to kiss you. You have such soft lips."
I wasn't about to complain. The unexpected addition of her tongue had had another effect though. One I hoped she wouldn't take the wrong way. "I'm pleased you did. It certainly had an effect on me."
I looked down at the hard-on rising between my legs and Selena followed my gaze. After a moment, in which I thought she might scream and run away, I heard her giggle.
"I caused that? Wow." Thankfully she sounded amused rather than offended. Then she surprised me again. "Can I touch it?"
I think I blushed. "Of course." I managed to splutter. Selena slowly reached across the gap and placed a hand on my leg. She looked me in the eye as her hand slid towards the bulge in my lap. I was holding my breath. When her questing fingers brushed against my balls I jumped. Her hand was withdrawn and a look of concern on her face before I landed.
"Are you all right?" Her voice was full of worry.
"It's nothing. Just a bit ticklish. Carry on, if you still want to?"
Her answer was the placing of her hand back on my scrotum. I tensed but managed not to jump this time. She slowly, agonisingly, slid her delicate fingers up the shaft of my penis. She was still watching me tense and relax as she touched me. When she reached the head, her eyes moved to my lap and she watched the movement of her fingers as she felt me up. She looked at my face again with a mischievous grin.
"Are you wearing underwear?" I grinned back. "You fiend. I spent ages deciding what to wear and you just decided on nothing!" She laughed, but didn't move her hand.
"Are you going to let me go so I can drive or do you want to stay here all night?"
"I'm good." She squeezed me through the material of my jeans. "I see what you mean about the model though. This thing in my hand feels much bigger than his looked. Can I kiss you again?"
She didn't really need to ask. We swapped saliva for a while, each trying to pull the other's tongue into our mouths. After a while she removed her hand, but only long enough to grab one of mine and put it on her breast. I could feel her nipple pushing the thin fabrics of her bra and top out. When her hand returned to my groin she started rubbing me, and massaging my erection. I took that as an OK to caress her impressive tits, which elicited a groan from her. Our mouths separated as we took a breath. I moved my lips to her cheek and kissed my way to her ear. Her eyes were closed and she moaned as I kissed her earlobe. My tongue began to run around the edge of her ear and then I took her lobe into my mouth. Selena shuddered and gasped and I released her ear to ask, "are you OK?" Stupid question apparently.
"Oh yes. That was great. I didn't realise my ears were so sensitive."
"Well unless you intend to make a mess in my trousers you ought to let go."
"I'm only letting go when I get home mister." She giggled.
"Then I better start the engine."