Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense.
Welcome to Part 6.
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2009
Much as I was enjoying having my mouth on Jen's, kissing on a train was proving to be very awkward as we sat side by side returning from our date. It reminded me of how I had a slight dislike for lying in bed facing my partner on my side. One arm would sit uselessly under my body and eventually would become uncomfortable. The only difference with train seats was that in a bed at least you got to lie down. Still, I couldn't help myself. I had to have my lips on hers whenever possible and throughout the journey had done little else other than make out.
We had decided to get off at a stop closer to Jen's house with the unspoken agreement that I would be going there, not going home. She had become a little coy as we got closer to our destination and while I was not worried about her backing out exactly, I didn't want to throw the idea in her face. Jen didn't want to come across like a slut, or an easy lay, I had gathered that much; and her going home with me seemed to put her at odds with herself. Our level of arousal appeared to have plateaued, or was maybe off-set by nerves; the waiting slowly driving me mad.
The train entered a short tunnel, we broke our kiss, and made our way over to the doors. I had my back to a wall panel and as the train braked her body was pressed harder and harder against mine. It felt so good to feel the full length of her and when my eyes met hers I could tell she thought the same. A few seconds later and the train emerged from the tunnel next to a platform and lurched to a halt. I hit the open button as soon as it lit up and after the door slid across we stepped into the evening air.
"Which way?" I said, eager to get moving. Jen grabbed my hand and I followed her out of a side exit I didn't even know was there.
"It's not far." she said and sort of caught herself before saying more. I noted we were walking at what could be described as "business pace" which I hoped meant she felt the same urgency that I did. Unlike the rest of the day, Jen talked pretty much non-stop, pointing out where her sister lived as we walked past or a shop that she used to work in. I really couldn't care less as we both knew this for the small talk that it was; but now her anxiety was becoming tangible.
"This is my road." Jen turned us down a housing estate off the main road "I live in the house on the end there." She said pointing. It wasn't a large house by any stretch of the imagination but at least the area didn't seem run down and I found myself worrying about Jen's safety for no obvious reason. She pushed through a small iron gate and let go of my hand to hunt for the keys in her handbag. I waited behind her - never taking my eyes off her arse - while she unlocked the door and walked in.
"Sorry about the mess. I err... I didn't expect to have company." Her kitchen was on the left, a toilet on the right, as she walked me through into the living room. All around I saw tell-tale signs of Jen getting ready for our date; hairspray left on a counter top, ironing board and iron still out, a cup of either tea or coffee that hadn't been finished on a coffee table, and of course, multiple items of clothing strewn across the furniture. Apart from that it was very clean; to the point I wondered if she might have some underlying OCD or something.
"You didn't expect me to come home with you?" Jen didn't meet my eyes.
"Not today. No." Then added "Hey let me get you a drink." Before I could say anything else she was walking back into her kitchen, hanging her coat up in the hallway as she went. "What do you want?"
"Just a glass of water would be great." I lied. I didn't want to have a fucking drink of anything. Clearly Jen was spooked by this situation, and now I knew if I didn't do something I would end up going home without getting into her knickers. I'd have accepted that a lot easier if she hadn't been so horny, and found myself to on the wrong side of the
no fucking on the first date
rule. I could hear her running the tap and decided to take my jacket off and fold it down onto a chair. Jen came back in holding two glasses of water as I just stood looking at her.
"Here." She offered my glass which I took from her and set down on the coffee table next to my leg. Something inside me had decided enough was enough and I took a step forward so that our bodies were only just separated. I didn't say anything; Jen just stared up at me, waiting. My hand stroked her cheek and the other hand took her glass from her, which I placed next to mine on the table.
"This has never happened to me before." She said as I turned back to face her.
"You want to wait?" I gambled.
"No. But I ought to."
"Says who?"
"No one." I'd had enough of this shit and wrapped my arms around her pulling her tightly against me. I kissed her hard, my intentions clear and I felt her body respond regardless of what her morals were telling her. She didn't really weigh that much and I knew I could lift her off her feet if I wanted to but instead I walked her backwards to her sofa. I could feel her starting to resist a little and there was a good amount of concern in my mind regarding how far I could take this before I was really being out of order. I would not force her - the idea disgusted me - but I suspected that she was on the knife's edge of letting go.
With her reluctance and my insistence we essentially fell on the sofa with her legs somehow over my lap as she lay on her back. I leaned over to kiss her and ended up with both her lower legs against my right shoulder, my body folding her in half. Her flexibility was demonstrated by how easily she accepted this position allowing my mouth to close on hers. There was no doubt her mood was coming back and I could tell that she enjoyed being pushed into it a little. If she wanted me off her she had the strength to literally catapult me away; every part of her body was solid muscle. Everywhere my hands roamed found barely yielding flesh under her clothes and as our kisses went deeper so did her body allow mine closer until her legs were pinned tightly between her chest and mine.
I harboured a sexual hunger now that completely consumed me. I had to get to her skin and I didn't care how it happened. Options floated across my mind's eye while I enjoyed our tongues dancing together, Jen's breathing catching every now and then speckled with little murmurs of approval. There's a certain formality about getting a girl naked in that the expectation is to remove her top first. This only applies the first time, but, I couldn't really get my hands under Jen's top, let alone take it off. I broke contact and sat up. Jen proved her flexibility because her legs stayed where they were instead of springing up, although I barely registered this.
"What's wrong?" She said a little startled. I found myself looking at down at her like a predator because I was going to have her without a doubt; her hair was a mess which just made her look wild and she was on her back with the seam of her jeans cutting a deep groove right along her pussy. Right there, right on that spot, she was still damp and now I could see it clearly. Saliva came unbidden, I needed to taste her cream, and fuck it, I was going to do it now.
My movements happened so fast she hadn't registered I'd pulled her legs onto my shoulders and literally ripped all the buttons on her jeans open until after I'd done it. I was well into the process of tugging them over her hips when she started to protest.
"Fucking hell
... no
... I need... a...
fucking shower!
" I didn't care.
"I'm fucking tasting you Jen." We started to wrestle a little bit but I'd had the element of surprise and by the time she could put up a real fight I'd already exposed her smooth cunt and was busy trying to fight her legs out of the way. I had three advantages here; here jeans were half way down which meant her legs were held together and she couldn't use them independently; I was considerably stronger than she gave me credit for; and I'd been training in martial arts since I was five. Even so, it was a real challenge to get her to remain still.
"
Shit! Don't!
I... I need to clean up Yoshi!" Her uncertainty clearly tempered each statement because she wanted me to put my mouth on her as much as she worried for her modesty. However I tried though, I could not get her to remain still; her legs were simply just too strong to hold without hurting her. So I gave up for a second and looked at her. She caught my expression and looked back at me confused.
"
What was that noise?"
I whispered to her. She lay back and looked over to the front door. It was an old ruse, but deception was as effective then as it had been throughout history. While she was distracted I gently eased her hips back and licked greedily along her wet slit.
