I play the whole incident off as a one night stand with the sexiest, strangest woman I ever met. So I feel I do not have to confess. Shit, Kayla is partly to blame. A whole year and I can't get past first base. It's not like I haven't tried. I respect her decision to remain pure until marriage but come on. There are plenty of things you can do without the penetration.
Two nights after Halloween, I have dinner with Kayla and we end up back at her apartment watching a movie. When the make out session starts I get aggressive. I pin her beneath me on the couch. Grinding against her I slide a hand under her shirt to maul a breast. I'm biting her other one through the shirt and it takes a moment to register in my brain that she is telling me to stop.
"Connor!" She screams pushing me off.
"What?" I ask stupidly sitting back on the couch.
"What has got into you?" She accuses.
"I'm sorry babe." Looking away. "Damn it's been a year. I can respect your virginity but....." I trail off.
After a moment of thought she picks up where I left off. "I know you must be frustrated. You have been so patient and understanding." She seems unsure as she continues. "Let's go to my room and I'll make it up to you." I try to hide the hopeful look on my face as I follow her to the bedroom.
"Take off you pants." She orders, closing the door.
I can't get them off fast enough. She can't take her eyes off my erection as she orders me to get on the bed. I lay back and get comfortable. After a year of waiting I think I will explode from the anticipation.
Tentatively, eyes locked on my hard rod she climbs on the bed. I watch her small hands as she works some type of lube into them. I suck in my breath when she slowly reaches out to grip me. I close my eyes as she gets more into it, both hands working my length. Moaning my pleasure I slide a hand up to rub her back. She's no expert but I can tell this is not her first hand job. The way her fingers slip down to massage my balls, and her thumb pays attention to the head.
"Put your mouth on it." I insist. She shoots me a shocked look. "Come on babe." I groan.
I don't think she will but I'm caught up in the moment and it's worth a try. My hand moves up to rub her neck, gently urging her head down. She shakes my hand off, so I let it slide down her back. Astonished I watch as she leans forward and puts her lips around the tip of my cock.
"Oh yeah." It comes out as a slow moan.
I've been waiting for this for so long that the sensation of her sucking on the head of my cock pushes me to the limit. That is when it happens. One of the moments you can't control. It's like slow motion. When the first shot of cum hits her tongue, she pulls back in surprise and the next one splatters her face. I am unable to fully enjoy my orgasm as she jumps up screaming "Oh my god." She runs to the bathroom trying to wipe it out of her eyes. Sighing, I sink back onto the bed listening to her freak out. After a few minutes I get up and pull my pants back on.
"You okay?" I ask knocking on the bathroom door. After a moment it opens. She is drying her face with a towel.
"I knew I shouldn't have let you talk me into it." She accuses.
What! I talked her into it? Sure I made a suggestion but did not force her into anything. "Don't expect that to happen again anytime soon." She says meanly. "You should have told me you were going to cum."
"I didn't have time to. As soon as your mouth...." Trying to explain.
She cuts me off. "Don't say anymore. I don't want to talk about it. We can pretend this didn't happen and go back to the way things were before."
I stand there shocked for a moment before the anger hits me.
"You knew the outcome!" I nearly shout. "Go back? You want me to feel bad about getting off?" Shaking my head in disbelief. "You should be proud that you know how to make me lose control."
