I opened the door to my apartment and led Jen inside.
"Do you want something to drink?" I asked as I walked towards the kitchen.
"No thanks," she said in a slight southern accent. Jen was relatively new in town, we met a few weeks ago through a work friend of mine. Jen's friends with his wife, so they set us up on a blind date. The first date wasn't bad, the second one was better, and our third date two days ago was excellent.
With each passing date, we had gotten more and more intimate. A simple good night kiss from the first date turned into a very sloppy good bye kiss on the third date. Now, here at the end of the fourth date, I had invited her back to my place. The implications behind the invitation were implied. I hope.
Jen was the first girl I had been out with since my bad break up six months ago. I liked her, and I wanted to do this right. As much as I would like to get laid, it was more important to do it at speed she would be comfortable with. I felt a solid connection with her and I wanted to go further with it.
I came back to the living room and sat down on the couch beside Jen. She had flaming red, shoulder length hair and beautiful green eyes. She was wearing a black tanktop, blue jeans, and black flipflops. The tanktop accentuated the cleavage of her voluptuous and creamy white breasts. We talked for a few minutes about our date, how she had gotten crab legs that had tasted like they were three weeks old, and how my steak was so rare it mooed when I poked it.
"So," Jen said after a prolonged silence. "What do we do with the rest of the right."
"We can always do one of my favorite activities," I said with a smirk. "It involves two people doing some jumping."
"I can guess," she said with a wink.
"Checkers," I replied.
"I guessed wrong."
We both laughed and that was when I made my move, kissing Jen on the lips as she laughed. I put my hand on her jaw as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. We massaged tongues and I pulled away from her.
"We can always save the checkers for later...," she said, reaching out and kissing me.
Five minutes later, we were both in my bedroom, standing up and kissing. I had stripped down to my boxers while Jen was in a black bra that barely contained her tits, and a pair of boy shorts that were driving me wild. I held both her ass cheeks as I kissed her neck.
I wrapped my arms around Jen's waist and reached in for another kiss. As we both kissed and explored each others mouths, I could feel heat radiating from Jen's panties. It felt so good, just the thought of it was getting me hard. While we continued to kiss, my hands traveled upward to Jen's back and her bra. I unsnapped it with a simple tug to the clasp. Jen broke the kiss and let the top slide off her shoulders and to the floor, exposing her breasts to me. They lived up the height. There was hardly any sagging to them, the small areolae were topped off with pink nipples that were poking upwards like tiny pebbles. I kissed and sucked on Jen's neck while my left hand firmly held her left breast. I stroked her nipple until it was hard.
"Bed," she breathed out. I complied, falling back on to my bed with her. Our hands explored each others bodies, her hands rubbing my shoulders while I played with her marvelous breasts. Jen reached out and took my right hand, guiding it down south. I felt the warmth and wetness from her crotch as I slipped my hand into her underwear. There was a light stubble of pubic hair on my finger tips as I slid a finger inside her. She moaned and broke away from me.
"Wait," she said. "You've got protection, right?"
"Yeah," I said, pulling away and reaching into my nightstand drawer. I pulled a condom out and handed it to Jen. She opened it and with one hand, slid my boxers off to free my hardened cock. "I don't care about foreplay or teasing right now," Jen said, stroking my cock with one hand. "I just need to be fucked,"
She slid the rubber on to my hard cock and stroked it a few times to secure it. She slid upwards and navigated on top of me. Jen leaned down and kissed me as she situated my cock just on the outside of her wet opening. Both Jen and I let out a groan as she slid on top of me, my member impaling her.
Jen began to ride me slowly, guiding my erection in and out of her at a steady pace. I placed my hands on her hip and leaned head back on the pillow to look up at her. Her bright red hair gently swayed to the rhythm she set and her bright green,. I tilted my head back and let a soft moan escape his lips. It felt so good to be inside of her, even with a condom, and I wasn't sure how long I could last. I moved my hands off Jen's hips and cupped her breast, stroking and teasing her nipples with my fingers. She began to pick up speed. As Jen quickened her pace, I added to it by thrusting upwards in rhythm. The extra depth set shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Jen pulled my hand away from her left breast and started to tweak the nipple with her own hand.
"Jen," I murmured. I could feel myself approaching orgasm. My dick start to throb and thicken, a sure sign the end was nigh. I began to buck my hips hard against the back of Jen's thighs. "I'm close."