across my mons. My legs parted and I pushed myself against his hand while my own fingers gripped his arm again to guide him. "Yes," I whispered.When his slick fingers moved my lips apart and slipped inside me, my whole body shuddered. I couldn't close my eyes or look away from his face, I just kept thinking, he's going to be inside me. He traced around between my lips, making me arch my back and when he slowly slipped a single finger all the way in, I cried out, "Yes! Oh, God, yes."He made a small circular motion with his thumb just above my lips. I was frozen until I got used to the sensation. He watched as I relaxed, licking his lips. "Slower," I whispered and released my death grip on his arm. "That's it. Just like that. Don't stop. Please."His finger moved inside me massaging in the opposite direction from his thumb on the outside. I released the breath I'd been holding in as a shuddered moan. Then I began to chant, "Yes, yes, yes..."The tempo was slow and easy, no more than a
I woke up alone and much later than normal. The shower was running, so I knew John was up. After stretching and scratching, I yawned my way into the bathroom.The light from the frosted glass window cast his shadow against the thin shower curtain. Seeing it should have made me shy, but he had given me more than just a physical release. He'd also set me free from something dark inside me that had kept me alone and afraid for years. It was liberating in a way I had never experienced before and made me feel giddy.Giggling, I pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet. "Sorry, I need to pee." I rolled up the panty liner and threw it away, then kicked my panties off completely.John chuckled from behind the curtain. "Good morning to you, too."There was a gap at my end of the shower curtain and I could see him soaping himself a little too vigorously. "Hey, are you jerking it?"He sighed and immediately slowed down. "I've been a little pent up lately."I was so curious about what he look
With his shaft only inches from my face, I had the urge to lick him like an ice cream cone. On impulse, I leaned forward and slowly licked the soft spot, where the head met the shaft. All at once, the base of his shaft quivered in my hand and he reached up to grab hold of the towel rack for support."Yes," he groaned.A clear liquid leaked from his opening and on impulse again, I moved forward and extended my tongue for a quick taste. I was rewarded with a moan as he shuddered again. It didn't taste bad, not too different from my own slick arousal.When his breathing became more labored, I sat back so I could see the final result of my efforts. His balls were no longer sitting loose in his sack. Instead, they were pulling up toward his body. The clear fluid pooled on the top, dripping down his shaft, and making my hands slide easily against his skin. When he held his breath again, I watched as he strained, turning his face red."Now," he panted. "Oh, yes. Oh, Kate..." He held onto the
When I'd dressed, I put our laundry in the wash and found my cup of coffee near my spot on the couch. He wore jeans and an Old Dominion sweat-shirt, but was still barefoot. I sipped my coffee and looked at him over the rim. He was so handsome. One hand was holding his head up and the other held his tablet. I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture before he could move."I heard that.""So, you're gorgeous. I wanted a picture of you sitting that way.""Shoot away, my dear," he said then made a silly face for the camera while I took another."Do you want to go to the mall?""What time is it?""One o'clock. Let me finish my coffee and we'll go get something to eat, my treat!""Sounds good to me," he said, sitting up and stretching. "I'd better get my shoes and coat on, then."We took John's car and he held my hand after we got out of the neighborhood. Before, when I'd had boyfriends, I was always so nervous about affectionate displays. Some had been too clingy, others so distant I didn't
He smiled. "I'm glad it helped.""Did it ever! It's never been this light on the second day before and I've not had a single cramp since I woke up. Thank you for being patient with me. I'm still trying to process everything that's happened.""I'm serious, you set the pace. I'm just happy to spend time with you.""So, obviously you have more experience than me. Can I ask...""My first time?" he said, finishing for me."Yes." Now it was my turn to blush. "Don't feel like you need to give me the gory details. I'm not sure I want to imagine you with someone else right now.""My first time wasn't so great. I was fourteen. It happened at the cast party, after our big musical my freshman year. Did you ever see The Jerk?""The one with Steve Martin?""Yeah, it kinda happened like him and that biker chick. One of the girls who had worked backstage decided I was her boyfriend. She was sixteen-years-old and cute, so I wasn't exactly complaining. The cast party was at someone's house and there'd
"You look wonderful in that. Will you turn around for me?" The pants were snug without looking uncomfortable. The shirt was a perfect fit, and he'd tied the sleeves of the sweater around his neck. "You look like a model right out of a magazine."He came closer to me and looked down into my eyes. "I want to kiss you right now.""We can't. Steph has been spying on us since we came in here." My eyes were drawn to his lips; I wanted to kiss him too.He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "This is gonna be harder than I thought."I nodded and reached out to hook his pinky with mine, but the silly grin wouldn't leave my face. "I kinda like it though. It's like smelling a good dinner cooking all afternoon. It makes the meal so much better."He drew my hand discreetly across the front of his pants. I could feel the heat coming through the fabric. He whispered, "I'm getting hungry again.""I can see that," I said with a laugh. "Let me clip off the tags and you can wear that out. Go get y
"So how do we decide who takes him?" Holly asked Steph in a whisper."We could let him decide," Steph suggested.I couldn't hide my snark. "There's an idea."Steph gave me a sour look. "So who are you bringing to my party?" she asked in a sarcastic tone.John walked up in time to hear her question. "Me, of course," was his reply.Holly jumped in to salvage the disaster. "Kate, you always liked my older brother, James. I bet he'd take you.""We tried that once, remember?" I gave her a withering look over my coffee. "I almost never got the chocolate fingerprints off of my white shorts."Her strained smile made me want to chuckle. "Well we can't expect you to take a relative to a holiday party. That wouldn't be fair. Who would you kiss under the mistletoe?""At this point, I'd happily kiss anyone with a pulse, a job, and some kind of ambition. Do either one of you know anyone like that?" I asked, noting that John was trying to suppress his laughter.Steph barged her way back into the con
I dreamt he was kissing me, until I felt real lips press softly against mine. I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him down into the bed with me, where he lay down next to me and ran his palm across my stomach and breasts. When his mouth opened against mine, I knew I had morning breath, but I didn't even care.I slipped my fingers through his hair and he responded by kissing down my cheek to my ears. I shivered as electric shocks traveled up and down my body. His fingers teased my nipples into points, making me arch my back and hold my breath.We were both breathless when he finally rolled back to look at me, his face visibly flushed even in the dim morning light."Good morning," I whispered quietly and turned my head to face him.He traced his fingers around my face and tucked my hair behind my ear. "Last night was so much harder than I thought it would be.""It was for me, too, but Mom can't find out." We all had arrived home at the same time. After a lovely time cooking din