Chapter 3: Companion
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Whelp, here it is--my first time writing sex. As a self-admitted vir-diddly-irgin, I always thought it'd be hypocritical for me to write one of these. Then I came to the realization that I'm a hypocrite, so it works out.
I'd be perfectly content if this were the last chapter of the story, but feedback is a fickle mistress.
Oh, also, I'd like to humbly apologize for the elevated levels of corniness sprinkled throughout this story. I tried to keep it toned down, but like I said, I'm a virgin--fantasy and reality haven't fully separated yet.
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Everything was expected, but welcome. As Caleb parked the car, Serenity knew that he would open her door for her, so she let him. As they were going upstairs, she knew he'd allow her to go in front--not so he could stare at her ass, but because it was the gentlemanly thing to do; she let him. (She still jiggled her butt a bit, just to give him a slight thrill.) When he opened the door to his apartment, she knew he'd offer for her to enter first; she let him.
Caleb closed the door behind him and locked it. His heart was going a million beats a minute, but there was no way he was going to back out now, and there was no way he was letting this opportunity pass. He turned to his date, but couldn't move more than half a step.
"Thanks for tonight, Sera," Caleb said. "It was a lot of fun. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome," Sera replied, giving him a sly smile. "But tonight's not over yet."
Oh, fuck.
Caleb's mind was going into overdrive. He didn't know what he was going to do. He was like a boy going from elementary school to middle school, transitioning into a brave new world. But there was a difference this time; this time, there was someone with him, and she not only wanted to be there to help him, but she was hell-bent on it. Just two days previous, Caleb KNEW that he would be alone for the rest of his life, never knowing the feeling that comes with having a companion. This woman, if only for this one night, was going to make him feel as though he was wanted, needed. She wasn't being paid. She wasn't being forced. If only for this one night, she was being his.
Sera began to walk toward Caleb.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
Her body hugged against his large frame. She lifted her arms and rested them on his shoulders.
OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!!!
Then something amazing happened. Caleb looked into Sera's eyes, never faltering in their depth. Then he looked down toward the ruby red lips that he was about to kiss.
OH FUCK OH FU--
He wrapped his arms around her torso, resting his hands on the small of her back. He leaned his head down and, finally, after 21 endless years, his lips touched another's.
That two-second kiss in itself felt infinite. Their mouths were closed, the contact soft, and yet, they were the two greatest seconds in Caleb's life.
For about three more seconds, anyway.
They broke the kiss and looked in each other's eyes, and then they did it again, this time with a little more ferocity. As her hands rubbed the back of his head and his shoulders, his hands roamed her back, his left hand moving across, his right hand up and down the middle. It was pure instinct that drove him to doing this. It was also pure instinct that drove him to slightly open his mouth, inviting her to do the same. They're tongues danced in their mouths, savoring the taste of the other, both pleasantly surprised by it. The entire length of the kiss, their stomachs fluttered, both from nervousness and from anticipation, knowledge of the fact that this was only the beginning.
They reluctantly ended. It was as if the kiss itself did not want to leave existence. Caleb whispered, "Wow."
"Yeah," she answered with a smile. "I didn't want to be the first to say it."
She bit her lip and grabbed his hand, then started toward the bedroom.
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He removed his lips from hers. She put both of her hands on his chest and gently sat him on the bed. She looked down at him with a smile on her face. He, however, had no smile. He looked up at the creature looking down at him with a look of dreamy fascination.
"Tonight is your night," she stated. Looking down at him throughout, she reached to her shoulder and let the spaghetti strap go limp. After doing it again with the other shoulder, she reached down to the bottom of her sundress and began to pull it up.
Time slowed for Caleb, and he was ever grateful for it. He got all the time in the world to take a look at Sera's smooth, tanned legs. As she lifted the dress higher, revealed were her wonderfully adorable pink satin panties which hugged her hips, the hips that were core to her body's showcase curves. Her tummy came into view next, Sera's baby fat doing its job perfectly in keeping her stomach flat without making her look too skinny. Caleb reveled in the angel.
Sera lifted the dress all the way over her head and let it hang from her dangling wrist before allowing it to fall. Her braless, supple breasts heaved with every breath she took, and it was as if Caleb wanted to memorize every last square inch of them. They stood at attention, screaming at him as if they were homing beacons for Caleb's oft-wandering eyes.
Standing before Caleb was perfection. He could think of no other word that properly described it, not even "angelic". That word seems to describe something cutesy and childish; the being in front of him was no child. She bordered on the line separating mortal woman and immortal goddess, and she had just given him carte blanch to attempt to please her all he wanted. First and foremost, he had to kiss her. As he stood up to do it, he looked into her eyes. He cupped her cheeks as he closed in. As they kissed again, his mind raced with the pleasure from it. He could definitely get used to this.
Without breaking the kiss, he raised his right hand to cup her left tit, full and perky as it was. Sera was worried that Caleb, novice that he was, would maul it and squeeze it like a flat tube of toothpaste. She could never be so happy to be so wrong; a moan slipped from her mouth as he gently caressed the nipple, circling it with his fingertips. He reached down and circled the areola with the tip of his tongue before slowly lapping it one time, almost like a puppy. He sat back down and did the exact same thing with the other nipple, despite Sera's attempt to hold his head on her left side. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her eyes closed in ecstasy as her lover for the night worshipped her body.
Grateful as her breasts were, Sera somehow detached Caleb's mouth them to kiss him again, but when she reached for the bottom of his shirt and tried to lift it, he stopped her. She looked up at him, his face filled with embarrassment.
"Please, Caleb?"
"I don't...it's just..." He looked up into her eyes, defeated. "Are you sure?"
She smiled a little and nodded. He looked down at the floor and closed his eyes as he reached down and lifted his shirt over his head. As he sat there half-naked, Sera examined him. A large tummy, love handles...
'More like love guardrails...'
he thought.
...and a light patch of hair on his chest. He was obviously embarrassed, as he faced the floor the entire time she looked at him. Only a small bit of fear formed in the pit of Sera's stomach. She knew that to have as much fun as possible tonight would take a little maneuvering. She also knew that she didn't care. She placed her hands on his lowered cheeks, pulled his face up so that he looked her in the eye, then leaned down to kiss him once again.
"Lie back."
Caleb moved back toward the headboard and rested his head on the pillows. She looked up at him before gazing down at the belt that she had started unbuckling.
"I have to warn you," Caleb started.
"I know," she interrupted. "You're not going to last long your first time. It's OK. It's not like you're only going to cum once tonight."
"Um...well, actually, I was going to say that I don't normally put out on the first date, but..."
She laughed and playfully hit him on his still-covered thigh. She finished the buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and tugged them and his boxers down to reveal his dick, unsurprisingly hard as rock. She smiled as she wrapped her hand around her fleshy new toy.
"I know it's small."
"No, it's not," she retorted.
"In this day and age, that's small."
"You watch way too much porn."
"Am I that transparent?"
"It's perfect. Not too wide, not too thin...What is it, six inches? Seven?"
