I've always wanted to make sure I was set in life before I had kids. I wanted to be a college grad, maybe a businesswoman, with a wonderful husband.
As life happened, and tiny tragedies ate away at my dreams, I began to accept I would never be that independent, wealthy woman I once dreamed of being.
I enrolled at a community college and took some general courses. Being a fairly pretty girl, I met a boy, and the obvious happened.
He was my first. We had sex pretty often, always with protection, but I always craved more.
I was almost resentful. He was perfectly contented to have that piece of rubber between us as we made love.
That's when I began venturing away from my boyfriend. I felt confident that I was a good love maker, and I wanted the same. I dressed sexier, and batted my eyelashes as I pleased.
Ashley was nineteen, a beautiful, tall, lean young man with blonde hair and heavenly blue eyes. He was a happy-go-lucky boy who carried a sweet smile and a blush in his cheeks with him wherever he went.
Though he was only two years younger than me, the thought of a slightly younger man excited me. He also didn't know much about sex at all, so I was free to tell him what I wanted.
When we had sex for the first time I told him I was having my period in a couple days, so the chances of getting pregnant were almost nonexistent.
He was trusting. He mounted me as I put my backside in the air.
I loved the feel of a hard man entering me, filling me, without anything betweeen us. Ashley was so warm.
He managed to reach depths that Ryan never could. His long-fingered left hand was on my left hip, controlling my movement and helping him thrust.
I heard myself muttering feelings I didn't know were inside me. I fell in love with him as he put both his hands over mine, to be sure I wouldn't move, and came with a powerful grunt.
I came reasonably hard myself, but I felt instantly let down. I had had what I wanted: a beautiful young man cumming in me without protection, and yet I was unsatisfied.
I watched Ashley as he drifted into a light sleep mere inches from my body. He looked at me with love, and his delicate eyelashes closed as he exhaled, letting out some sleepy noises.
He was an angel. I put my hand on his bare abs, feeling his breath.
I didn't want to go out and find someone else. I just wanted Ashley to be all I needed.
In my own dream I saw impossible visions. I saw tiny organisms flooding in through the door and into the room, cornering me on my bed. Then, they fought eachother to crawl inside of me. As terrified as I was, I felt myself being rocked and shaken to sexual bliss. I orgasmed violently as they attacked my womb, impregnating me. I could still hear Ashley sleeping in a distant part of my mind.
I woke up then, putting my hand on my lonely belly, wishing for things that were just wrong. I didn't really want to raise anyone or have a kid, I just wanted that connection with Ashley, and to have someone growing inside me.
I was half-weary as I mounted the young blonde man. He had that same sweet smile etched on his face. My hands slid up his torso as I pressed my sex against his groin.
His sky blue eyes opened as he became hard. I put my hands on his hard shoulders, determined in my pursuit.
"I love you," he told me.
"I love you, too."
I then proceeded to slide down on his cock, coating him with my slippery slickness. I wanted my fluids to rain down his thighs and puddle on the mattress, as far off as that seems.
His hands were relaxed as they gripped my lower back, trying to keep me in place, to keep a nice slow fuck, but I had other ideas. I pushed down hard, wiping the smile off his angelic face and replacing it with a strained expression. I started riding his cock up and down, making the best of his eight inches.
He came then, not as hard as before, but I felt it very nicely. I didn't cum but I knew I'd have my chance.
Ashley didn't look quite satisfied either. I got down and put my lips on his sensitive manhood, stirring up new ideas in his innocent mind. I then took him in my mouth, feeling a slight twitching on his part.
He knew he was at my mercy. He whimpered a little as my tongue moved up and down his shaft, urging him to become fully hard.
When he was back to his complete size and hardness, I gave his rod one last passionate french kiss and then took my head off of him.
