A familiar theme and structure for me with, I hope, ample stroke and the ultimate romance. I tend to get on a theme, in this case two people not realizing that they were meant to be together and almost letting it slip away only to find each other again down the road. It takes them each some time to realize how good they had it together. My beloved editor died several years ago as this story was completed. I've never found another with whom I could work. That and three rescue canines, curtailed my writing.
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He knocked on the door of her basement apartment at the agreed upon hour to pick her up for dinner. This would be their first date. The previous evening they had enjoyed their first fuck. She had been the aggressor. Following a brief make-out session on her living room floor, she had said, "I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed," and led him to her tiny bedroom and its single bed.
She was twenty-five and he was eighteen. He looked older and she looked younger. If he was old for his years it was in no small part because he had skipped his senior year of high school and been packed off to college at fifteen by less than doting parents. He was in fact weeks away from receiving his bachelors just prior to his nineteenth birthday.
She was just one of those women who had the genes, bone structure and carriage of a younger woman and he assumed it would serve her well in maturity. She was in graduate school, doctoral level, psychology he seemed to recall. He was studying one of the more traditional, "hard" sciences.
Used to the concept of sex — if it was going to happen at all---occurring after several dates and following all sorts of mysterious hints and wordless signals, her boldness took him by surprise but he had no intention of complaining about it or getting hung up on it. He was eighteen and about to get laid by a strikingly attractive and experienced woman. It was best to just "go with the flow".
She was certainly more experienced than he was. While he had only fucked two other women, he more than made up for his lack of experience with enthusiasm, a willingness to be guided, staying power and an above average sized and seemingly perpetually hard young cock. He could fuck, cum and fuck again without losing his erection...not that remarkable for a healthy, physically fit eighteen year old.
It was that very proclivity which had marked the beginning of the end of his most recent relationship with a small college town golden tanned debutant, following a lusty double fuck during what for her was supposed to have been a "romantic" picnic. She had soon after declared in a fit of theatrical anger that he didn't "love" her and was only interested in her body. He'd found it hard to argue convincingly with her. He didn't lie very well.
Still the vivid Technicolor™ memory of fucking the nubile young beauty in the traditional way which she seemed to prefer and during which she hardly responded with enthusiasm and then repositioning her on her knees with her head down and milky white butt cheeks high in the air and then banging her hard like a bitch in heat with no cuddle interval made him smile.
She had squealed, grunted, whimpered. She had screamed "fuck me" and was more vocal and animated than was her habit. She had cum at least once and possibly twice which was unusual for her. The second time had been a marathon for both of them in terms of duration, certainly for him and most probably for her.
So what was the problem he had wondered?
True it had been the first time they has just fucked with no pretense of, "making love". She'd enjoyed it and gotten off. Perhaps it had been more about what the episode revealed of her inner workings than about him. He had brought out a side of her that she wasn't willing to accept or embrace. At least he had the memory to jerk off to in the months since their break up.
He and the long, cool blonde with the perfect posterior on the other side of the door weren't strangers. He had met her two or three months earlier at a camera shop which he frequented where she worked part-time. She had been dating and fucking a friend of his, a man several years his senior who he knew from his own part-time employment at the local daily newspaper. That relationship seemed to have passed, evidently without major hard feelings. It had been brief, a matter of a few weeks.
He had liked her immediately. Perhaps she wasn't his type but she captured his attention. She was very bright and engaging and cute with her soft blonde hair, quick, mischievous smile, tight, long, athletic body and perky tits. Her round little rump, straining against the fabric of her strategically faded denim jeans had become the object of more than one masturbatory fantasy.
She had seemed interested. She listened attentively when he spoke, made eye contact, touched his hand or arm and flipped her tresses. He had demurred in view of the relationship she apparently had with his friend. He wasn't sure what made him stop by her apartment the previous evening. Perhaps it had been the hints of flirtation in their previous relatively brief encounters. She had been surprised to see him but certainly not disappointed.
He had made up some lame excuse about looking for their mutual friend. She had made it clear that she not only had no idea where he might be but that their brief relationship had ended. She invited him inside for a beer with no pretense. Like any sane and perpetually horny eighteen year old he had assented without protest.
Their first fuck had included its share of fumbling in the dark on the obscenely small bed with the overly soft mattress. There had been a sense of urgency in their first coupling. He needed to get off and she needed "comfort". Still, a young man's third fuck partner in less than a year was unlikely to have been unfulfilling. For, him it had been quite thrilling. This was a real woman, not another tentative and inexperienced eighteen-year-old girl. She was far more responsive than his previous two partners had been and more vocal. She was experienced; she had fucked before, evidently often, liked fucking and knew what she needed.
She had taken his rock hard young organ in her hot, wet and accommodating mouth within seconds. He had cum quickly. She had swallowed his load then whispered in his ear, "That was nice, thank you for cumming in my mouth baby." He had kissed her, finding the remains of his own essence arousing. The fact that he wanted to kiss her after she blew him seemed to please her.
His mouth had trailed down her body in search of the expected target. She had guided his efforts and provided softly spoken direction. He was a quick learner. She came in short order, pushing her soft mound into his mouth, caressing his blond locks. The release of her built up womanly secretions had excited him. He had stayed on target and quickly brought her to a second, longer orgasm.
They had then fucked in a traditionally face-to-face position. Hers was without a doubt the hottest pussy he had ever experienced. He mused that perhaps this was the first woman he had screwed who wanted — needed — to fuck as much as he did as opposed to doing so because it was expected as he supposed it had been with his previous two partners
They dozed. He awoke some time later to discover that she was between his legs, licking his balls and flicking her hard little tongue over his ass hole while slowly stroking his engorged young prick. She had advanced to teasing the proud head. In the moonlight which filtered in through the single window he caught her grin as she made eye contact. She was a very pretty young woman. The prominent swell of her firm young rump distracted him for a moment. Neither of his previous partners had an ass like that, so perfectly rounded, firm and alluring.
He sat up and she readjusted her body to give his hand access to her glistening little cunt. They evolved into a classic side-by-side sixty-nine. He lifted her lower body, placing her steamy pussy and perfect butt over his face. Her scent was intoxicating and his breathing became ragged. She thrust her pelvis slightly forward, which served to move her tight little pucker right in front of his mouth. His extreme state of arousal overcame any previous distaste he might have had for what naturally followed. Quickly he was caressing her dank hole with his lips and tongue, allowing the later to first dart inside and then to penetrate that forbidden place in earnest. She moaned and uttered ragged, whispered commands. "Yes, there, very nice ... oh, yes ... please ... don't stop ... fuck my ass with your tongue, baby!"
He sensed that her own slim fingers were engaged in her slippery slot but his own arousal was so extreme that he could have cared less. She began to move faster, moaning, cajoling, and encouraging before cumming with a muffled scream as she buried her head in a pillow.
As her orgasm subsided, she returned to her excellent oral attention of his rock hard organ. He would discover in short order that she loved sucking cock — loved every aspect of it, including the protein rich reward at the end. As much as he relished her oral talents he wanted something else, quickly indicating his preferences by moving over her, engulfing her long, hard, flawless body with his own and caressing her neck with his lips as his hands roamed over her soft, warm flesh.
She turned to kiss him, then spoke a single word: "bathroom." He released her to attend to her nature call.
She returned in short order, turning on the small desk light as she passed, bathing the room in a soft glow. She was one of those women who looks even better naked than in clothes. She kissed him, plopped on her stomach, placed a pillow under her hips, made eye contact and spoke.
"You are a wonderful lover! If you're up for it — oh, yes you certainly are! I love it like this from behind ... hard ... hold me tight ... don't let me escape ... not that I would ... but we can pretend, can't we? And, and, unless you don't want to ... grosses you out ... fuck me up the ass. You don't have to, I won't be upset if you don't want to but just in case, I'm squeaky clean back there and lubricated. I've never had a cock as big as yours there ... anywhere ... here ... you'll need this if you decide to ... lots of it ... again if you're not sure ..."
Her use of the phrase,
fuck me up the ass
had excited him. There was nothing squeamish or tentative in that particular choice of words. No code words, hardly a clinical depiction, no beating around the bush: "fuck me up the ass" made things clear. In their time together, she never used phrases such as anal sex, "the other way" or engaged in subtleties when she wanted to be butt fucked. She never asked him, she always told him: fuck me up the ass. He in turn learned to be every bit as direct in stating his desires and intentions.
He answered her wordlessly by moving behind her and burying his face in the tight crevice of her firm young buttocks and resuming his earlier oral attention to her tightly wound muscle. She squealed with delight.
"I think that's the answer I was hoping for. Wait! In the drawer on the right ... top drawer...my 'best friends'."
He retrieved the single object in the drawer in question, a small velvet clad box. It contained two objects, one a silver egg shaped device with a wire leading to a small battery pack, the other was a tapered anal toy. She rolled over and grinned l as he examined her toys. She spread her small labia and stroked her inner treasures.
"Pour a liberal amount of lube on the egg and I'll ... unless you want to do the honors? I need a little electric augmentation when I take a man in my ass ... you'll enjoy the feeling too."
