Five weeks. That's all it had been, five weeks, and yet it seemed as though it had been forever. Being with Becky now seemed to be just a normal part of life, something that I took for granted would always be so, yet it was only five weeks ago that I first met her.
On that first night I had driven her home from a night out with her friends, and we had stopped for her to answer call of nature. That stop ended with us having sex, and at the same time relieved me of my virginity at the age of twenty-two. The next day we met again and this time we made love – as opposed to fucking, I mean - and so kick-started a relationship that we both now believe will last forever. Four days later I moved in with her.
Now I was driving home from work to her house – our house – along the same road that I had taken on that first night and I had just passed the spot where we stopped for that first magical union. Ok, I know I'm sounding sloppy, but I'm in love with her, and there are flowers on the back seat too.
She is a truly beautiful women, tall, well made, with the most fabulous breasts and legs. Her eyes are a very pale shade of blue, which contrasts so well with her long tresses of very dark brown, nearly black, hair, and they occasionally flash with an icy fire when she's mad about something. It's almost worth annoying her just to see them shine. She's strong too, not over muscled, but there's not a bit of flab anywhere and she's not skinny either. Solidly athletic is the best way to describe her.
As I drove along I began thinking about the headlong rush that was our relationship and most especially the sex-life part of it. I've already said that I was completely inexperienced, having never had sex in my life with anyone before Becky, and although she had enjoyed a regular sex life, it had, as I understand it, been a bit monotonous and one-sided. Then there had been a momentous transformation in our lives. I had gone from girl-shy, introverted man with no self confidence who avoided all sexual contact to almost the opposite, a sexually self assured man quite capable of initiating sex and then taking the lead in the bedroom. This was all down to Becky, who had accepted me for what I am, given me support when I needed it and followed my lead when I felt able to take it. Now we were a sexually active couple with a blossoming sex life which we now ready to push further.
Up till now we had been fully occupied, if that's the right term, with making up for lost time, satiating ourselves with nearly non-stop sex. We'd experimented with different positions, with oral sex, with sex in different rooms, etc. and all the things that young couples tend to do, but we had yet to blossom into full sexual partners who half nothing back from each other. As yet we didn't quite now our own or each others limits, fantasies, and dreams. I was still discovering Becky's needs, as I'm sure she was mine.
I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that it was time to start pushing at our boundaries and as I drove along I determined that at the next appropriate time I would try and find out just what Becky really fancied, what her deepest, darkest, secret sexual desires were. I already knew from that first night that she liked a little pain sometimes, but just how far did that liking extend and what else did she fantasize about? I wanted to find out and I set to thinking of how I could do so. Unfortunately I had no real idea short of straight out asking, and though I racked my brains I was still short of inspiration when I turned into our drive.
I wanted to put the flowers in a vase, and then leave them on the kitchen table with the card for Becky to find whenever she next went in there, so I carefully turned my key and slipped in through the back door as quietly as I could. I knew that she hadn't seen the car, or she would have been at the door to greet me.
I padded silently into the kitchen, placed the flowers on the table and opened the cupboard door in search of a vase. But as I did so I noticed a faint but definite buzzing noise. I stopped and listened. There was no mistake, there it was again, increasing and decreasing at short but regular intervals. I strained my ears trying to figure out what it could be, then amid the buzzing I detected the slight sound of a woman's gasp and it came to me. It was the now unmistakable sound of a vibrator. I had no idea that Becky even possessed one, which only goes to show how much we needed the discussion I was planning. But now my cock sprang to attention and I just had to go and catch her in the act, the thought of seeing her with a vibrator in her pussy made my heart pound and sent adrenalin rushing through me.
Leaving the flowers where they were I stepped quietly into the hall, stopping and listening for guidance. The noise came from upstairs. Carefully and silently I climbed the stairs, pausing at just before reaching our partly open bedroom door to have another listen. Yes, it was still there, louder now and still rising and falling in volume over her plainly audible gasps as, I guessed, she thrust it in and out of herself. Jesus, but it sounded good.
After a little hesitation, after all, I didn't know how she would react, I stepped into the doorway and into plain view, doing it quickly to try and catch a good glimpse before she saw me and stopped. I needn't have worried about that, she was lying naked on the bed facing me, her feet spread wide, her back arched and her head tilted right back so that she was staring at the ceiling. With one hand she was thrusting a large black and gold vibrator rapidly in and out of herself while the other played with her clitoris. She was gasping and moaning to herself and obviously rapidly approaching her orgasm. What a turn on, I just stood and watched. Seeing Becky masturbate was the most erotic experience I ever dreamed possible and I just stood transfixed.
But, with luck like mine, you might guess that the sight didn't last for long. Becky must somehow have sensed someone's presence, for she suddenly stopped and looked at the door, alarm written large across her face. Seeing someone there she let out a yell, pulled the vibrator from her pussy with such force that it flew from her grip and dropped over the side of the bed, slammed her legs together and instinctively covered herself with her hands. Then realising that it was me she blushed bright scarlet and began to babble.
"Oh, Simon, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know why I was doing that. I didn't need to do it, you're enough for me honestly. I'm really sorry, it's just that I was thinking of you and me and it turned me on. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again honestly. You can throw that thing away if you like." She looked round wildly for her lost vibrator.
"Becky, Becky, Becky. That was the horniest thing I've ever seen. Please stop saying sorry, I certainly won't throw anything away and you can do it as often as you like."
"But you shouldn't have been there. How long had you been watching? Why didn't you say something? How come you're home early?" Defence was turning to attack, though she still lay red faced and naked, one hand covering her pubes and the other across her breasts.
I grinned, after all, it was not often I have her at a disadvantage. I ignored her questions and asked my own.
"Why are you covering yourself up? I have seen you before, you know?"
She looked down at herself then self consciously moved her hands a little, one to her thigh and the other onto the flat of her stomach. Her knees remained nailed firmly together. I decided it was time to turn her embarrassment to my benefit.
"Have I left you frustrated?"
She grinned wryly. "No, I kinda cooled off in a hurry."
That wasn't the answer I expected or wanted, but I pressed on. "Wouldn't you like to cum, then?"
She looked longingly at the bulge in my trousers where I definitely hadn't cooled off, and jumped to the wrong conclusion. I didn't dissuade her.
"Oh, yes please." Her hand moved subconsciously back to her breast, but this time not to cover it.
"You'd better carry on then, and I'll watch you till you cum." Confusion, embarrassment, and excitement chased each other across her face and I knew I'd hit the spot.
She groaned, looking hot and anxious at the same time. "Simon, I couldn't do that. I'd be too embarrassed."
"Yes you can, wouldn't you like me to watch you play with yourself?" My voice was getting a bit breathless too.
"Yes, but I can't, I really can't, whatever would you think of me?"
I don't know what made me say what I said next, but it was unexpectedly the exact right thing.
"I'd think you were a slut." I said it quite unsympathetically and Becky groaned with surprise and instant arousal.
When I saw Becky's reaction I pressed home my advantage, not quite sure of my ground but feeling suddenly adventurous. Perhaps we could expand our horizons a little after all.
"I'd think you were a slut who would do anything that was asked of her. A horny little slut, a whore, a dirty whore with no morals and an ever-ready cunt."
