"Nothing I've ever dreamed about would compare to the idea of sleeping with him. So many thoughts, so many things I've dwelled upon religiously and now it's all perfect."
This kept replaying in my head as we got into the cab. A while back, when I first visited his house, we fooled around a bit, and things got a little intense. Wyatt talked to his mom about us doing it, and when she finished listening, she suggested we go to a hotel to... Well, to "satisfy the natural urge to reproduce." I wanted to say fuck, but it sounds so dirty all of a sudden. She doesn't want the house to be disrespected.
So Wyatt and I talked about it, and we decided a hotel would be better than doing it in his room where we could be caught. It was about noon when the cab pulled up, and he and I, along with our backpack and my purse piled into the back seat. We kept looking at each other, and reflected in our eyes we both could see just what the other wanted to do.
Me, personally, I was afraid. I'd never had sex before, and I heard that it hurt. Real bad too. And even with all the playing around and intense foreplay I've done with him, I didn't want Wyatt to be afraid of hurting me.
(Last night on the phone we talked about it. He knows it will hurt a bit, and I know he's going to be afraid of doing something wrong, since he's never either.)
After a few minutes, I couldn't contain myself. We'd been kissing, and I was just a little hot and bothered. Slyly, I slid my hand across his thigh and briskly wrapped it around his cock. It was already firm, and I could feel it pulsing underneath the thick material of his khaki pants. I whispered, "If I do anything, do you think you'll be able to stand up?" Nipping his ear, I giggles softly and began stroking him slowly.
He reached his hand down and laid it on top of mine, grabbing it fiercely and began to move it faster back and forth. I looked up at him smiling, my lower lip playfully being bitten as if asking for more.
He moved his hand closer to the heat emanating from my loins and whispered, "Damn baby, you're blazing!" I just smiled my seductive smile and turned to face him, one leg bent onto the seat. Leaning in close for another long kiss, I moved his hand so instead of just resting, it was touching. I placed it so gently deeper between my legs, and when I did I saw his eyes go wide.
Quickly, I bit his lip and tugged, and then slid my tongue deep into his mouth, hoping to have a little play. Skillfully he reversed it, my own mouth now filled with his warm tongue.
(He looked dazed, and after a few seconds, I could almost tell what he was thinking. Our very first date no doubt, back when things weren't as difficult as deciding what position to be in. Because well, let's be serious now, it was the first time he had ever touched any form of the female sex. The first chance he got though, was my doing. How can I let him just look and not touch? So, why yes, I purposely place his hands on the glorious orbs God had provided me with. His eyes were closed, but I could tell by the smile on his face that he knew what he was touching. The second time, though, was all his fault. Just by a simple look, I unzipped my jeans and guided his hand deeper and deeper til the sigh he let go told me he could feel the wetness. The very first he did this, though, he was afraid he was doing it wrong, but the only thing that kept him continuing was the look he saw in my eyes that told him I wanted it.)
He snapped back to after I pulled away from the kiss, asking him with my eyes, "What's wrong?" He shook his head slowly, the simple gesture telling me nothing was and we both smiled as we caught the driven smirking at us in the rear view. (Sadly I think he was watching us more than he was the road, but who's to say, and quite frankly, who's to care?) He leaned back in for another slow, lust filled kiss. Craftily, I moved his free hand to my left breast, and I know by his grin that he could feel the ever hardening peaks through the sheer material of my bra. Kissing once more, we looked up and saw that we were but one stop light away from our destination. Looking at him, a mere few seconds from rapture, my smile widened as I heard him say, "More to come Gracey, emphasis on cum."
The cabby flipped on his blinker, and after a quick look at Wyatt's slight issue, we gathered our things and started counting cash for the fee. When we pulled to a stop in front of the hotel, Wyatt handed him the money, stepped out of the cab, and with one hand jerkily tugging his shirt down, he walked to the other side and opened my door (in more ways than one).
