"You do realize, that making up isn't a planned out thing, right? It's supposed to be spontaneous, showing how we feel for each other."
I didn't answer, instead I leaned over on the seat and reached for her hand, the one on the door side. She let me take her hand and I pulled her toward me, twisting her and pulling her toward me. She let me roll her until she was practically laying on top of me. It didn't work out like I planned and we ended up in an awkward position. She giggled and made me let go of her hand. She squirmed on the seat, until she was laying across it, half laying in my lap, her arms around my neck, trapped between the steering wheel and my body. She pulled my face down toward hers and my lips to hers.
The kiss was almost as awkward as that first one had been, but it didn't stay that way. We were soon kissing as passionately as we ever had, my hands roaming over her body as we did. I cupped and massaged her left breast through her shirt and then slid my hands over her body to her crotch and then back again. I undid the front of her jeans and pushed my hand down in, stroking her soft mound and trying to push down between her legs, unsuccessfully.
"Fuck this." She said, breaking the kiss. "Come with me." She pulled away from me and opened the passenger door and climbed out, holding a hand out to me. I slid across the seat toward her and then out of the car. As soon as I closed the door, she pushed me back against it and pressed herself to me again, pressing her lips back to mine. We both stood there, sucking each other's lips and tongues and giggling, as we each tried to pull and push each other's t-shirts off at the same time. I finally managed to get hers off and toss it aside, leaving her with her pants undone and wearing only a bra above. She struggled to get my shirt off as well, and succeeded, only to have my arms drop around her and unfasten her bra.
She giggled wildly, as I pulled her bra off, as she pulled away from me. Topless, she pulled me by the hand up the driveway toward the house, pausing at the kitchen door. "Shit. My backpack!" She said before running back to the car. She got her backpack from the back seat and ran back, her bare tits bouncing wildly as she did. She stopped and dug for her key while I started pulling her jeans down. I had her jeans and underwear to her knees before she managed to unlock the door. She pushed it open, and tossed her bag in before turning around to face me. She stood there, mostly naked, where anyone in the neighborhood could see. I paused for a moment and she looked down at me from the step she was on.
"Don't stop." She said, waiting with a wicked little grin. I grinned back and bent over. In moments I had her shoes off and was pulling her pants down and off each leg. I had her completely naked, standing on the step next to the side door of the house. "Come and get me." She giggled, and darted into the house. I followed, of course. She ran around into the living room, with me chasing her, then back to the kitchen. I caught her near the table and turned her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again, while she worked on the front of my pants, fumbling with my belt and snap. She shoved my pants down as far as she could, pulling my rock-hard dick out. We both paused as she grasped my cock. She looked down at it. wantonly stroking it slowly with her hand. "Fuck me, David! Make me come like you did that night, when we did it for the first time."
She let go and stepped back, resting her butt on the table and then sitting on it. I stepped toward her, and as I did, she lay herself back, lifting her legs and spreading them for me. I stepped between her legs, my dick in my hand, aiming it for her pussy. I rubbed my head up and down her pussy, stroking it over and between her lips and teasing her clit with the tip. "No David. No teasing. Just fuck me. Please."
I nodded and pressed my head between her lips and then into her several inches. I drew back a little and pushed again, and then again, until our pubic hair was mingling together. I reached up her body for her tits and grasped both of them, squeezing them almost like handles, as I started to stroke into her in long forceful plunges.
"Oh, fuck yes David! That's it! Fuck me! Make me come for you! Make me yours again!"
I drove into her with abandon, my thrusts slamming our bodies together. The loud slap of each stroke echoed slightly in the kitchen, mingling with the grunts of mine and the moans of pleasure from her. I could feel my orgasm growing, blooming, spreading through me, as my climax inched closer. Her moans and gasps told of her own orgasm's growth, matching my own. "OH FUCK!" she cried, moments before my body jerked hard. I could feel her body spasming and squeezing around my dick, as it surged inside her, pumping shot after shot of cum deep inside her.
I stood there, gasping for breath as my body spasmed and jerked with each new surge of cum pumped deep in her pussy. I looked at her face, watching the bliss of her own orgasm spread across it. I suddenly wanted to make it more for her, to make it grow and flower more. I started stroking again, forcing my body to move even though it was still trying to pump more cum into her. She gasped and cried out again, as I thrust hard into her, driving my cock deep into her and slamming my pelvis against hers. I let go of one tit and moved my hand between her legs, finding her clit with my thumb like Andria had shown me. I pressed against her clit and rubbed it in small circles, while I continued to thrust into her. By now my cock would usually be shrinking, but instead it was still hard and long, and I was pumping my shaft deep into her. "OHHHHH FUUUUUCK!" she screamed, as her whole body stiffened and shook. I could feel her pumping her juices out around my dick, the flow running down my legs, as she jerked and spasmed with her heightened climax.
I'd already come, but that didn't stop my body from jerking and spasming a few more times; maybe pumping more into her, but even if not, it didn't matter. I had the satisfaction of making her climax even harder, than that first time. I slowed my strokes and then stopped, my cock jerking occasionally inside her still spasming pussy.
She looked up at me from where she lay on the table, breathing heavily. "Someone's been teaching you new things! Erica?"
"No, Andria." She looked at me curiously. "Andria Simmons. Black girl on the soccer team, that sits next to me in American history?"
"Really? Why would she...Never mind. It isn't important." She held her hands out to me and I pulled her up, so she was sitting. We embraced again, kissing each other gently and lovingly. If I had any doubts, they were washed away in that moment. Yes, we were definitely in love and yes, I could trust her without reservation.
She slipped off the table and tried to pull me to the living room, but my pants were still around my legs. She knelt down and took off my shoes and then my pants, which were surprisingly wet from her climax. Once I was as naked as she was, she led me to the living room. We settled in one of the recliners of the wide sectional sofa, me reclined in the chair, and her, half laying on me and half lying next to me. We snuggled, touching each other gently, just our finger tips tracing the curves and bumps of each other's bodies. Occasionally we would kiss, very softly, very tenderly, our lips barely brushing each other's. Time had no meaning as our touches teased each other, excited each other, made each want the other again.
She held my hard dick and stroked it with her finger tips, while one of my hands stroked her back and butt and the other, her exposed breast and nipple. She looked up at me and whispered. "David. Will you make love to me?"
"Isn't that what we've been doing?"
"No. We've been having sex. Very good sex, but just sex. I want us to make love." I nodded and she reached across me, laying almost fully on me, to lower the powered recliner. She climbed off me and lay on the long sofa. "All you have to do is make me feel loved. The rest will come on its own."
I climbed onto the sofa and on top of her, laying on her so we could kiss. "Have you ever done this with another guy?"
She smiled and whispered. "I haven't, but I've seen my mom and dad do it. I've always wished for a man to care about me enough to do it."
I understood. I gently kissed her lips, and then her cheek, and then...well, you get the idea. I slowly worked down her neck to her shoulder and then began working down her body. It took me a long time to reach her breasts, each kiss that I placed on her body, the softest and most tantalizing that I could imagine. I kissed around one breast before slowly licking and teasing her nipple. She moaned softly, as I sucked it into my mouth and suckled on it like a baby, for a few moments. I used my teeth to gently grip it and pulled it out, stretching it and her areola, until it pulled from my grasp and snapped back. I leaned a little to my left and began kissing her other breast.
Her hands moved on my back and sides, stroking me, as she moaned in pleasure. I drew her other nipple into my mouth and pulled it as well. Only after that, did I start kissing my way down her body. I worked slowly, covering her whole body with my soft teasing kisses. I could tell she was getting very turned on, by the smell of her pussy, which was my ultimate goal. I slid half off the sofa so that I could move her legs, lifting one to hang on the back of the sofa and the other over me. I lowered my face again, kissing her mound and then her delicate lips. I used my fingers to spread her lips and drew a deep gasp from her, as I flicked my tongue across her clit.
"Oh God David." She moaned softly, "I want you so badly."
"Soon," I answered, trying hard to follow the pattern that I remembered reading in a rather pornographic novel some time back. I teased her lips with the tip of my tongue, then tried to push it slowly into her. I had her lips spread wide, allowing me to see into her pink depths, and how wet she was. I decided to hold nothing back, and teased my tongue down lower, licking the tip across the sensitive skin between her rosebud and her pussy. She gasped and moaned, arching her back in response. I licked up to her clit again and then slowly, while I was gently teasing her clit, slid one finger into her.
"Oh fuck David! You're going to make me come."
"Isn't that the idea?"
"Oh God, yes, it is!" She moaned, as I worked my finger in and out slowly. I attacked her clit with more energy now, knowing that she was so close it would be frustrating for her to not get to climax. "OH, FUCK DAVID!" she cried loudly, as her whole body suddenly shuddered and stiffened. "DAVID! OHHHHH MY GOD DAVID!" she screamed, as she climaxed. I slowed my actions after a few seconds, letting her climax fade slowly. I pulled my finger from her and kissed her pussy gently. I slowly kissed my way up her body, ready to stuff myself into her. I paused at her tits and she pulled on me to move up faster. She pulled and coaxed me higher until my dick was pressed against her wet pussy and my face hovered over hers. "That was perfect." She whispered. "Now It's my turn."
She grinned, as she pushed me over, and the two of us giggled, as we got stuck half turned over. We had to actually get off the sofa and lay down again, to get me under her. She climbed part way onto the sofa, reaching for my dick. She lifted it upwards and aimed it at her dripping and glistening pussy lips. I groaned, as she slowly sunk down onto me, engulfing my shaft with her hot, wet vagina. I reached for her tits and she captured my hands. We clasped hands, our fingers interlaced, and then she leaned over, pushing my hands up, until they were laying on the sofa by my head, her hands still in mine. She was bent over so far that her nipples brushed my chest.
"Now, just let me do this." She whispered. She began to lift and lower her butt, slowly stroking herself up and down my shaft. I watched her face, as she moved up and down my shaft. It felt different somehow. It wasn't the motion; we'd done this before. It couldn't be how wet she was; I'd had sex with her after she'd come plenty of times. No, this was because of what I felt and I knew she was feeling too. I closed my eyes and let her slowly drive me up the slope, ever so slowly, she moved. Nowhere near enough to make me come yet, but more than enough to tickle my orgasm little by little.
