For a laugh I gave a new colleague of mine, Hannah (blond, with a long braid) a couple of funny stories I'd written years ago for kids. I thought she might enjoy them. Afterwards I realized that this wasn't merely an offhand gift, but actually a gift of love. I hadn't shown these stories to anyone in years. She was 25 and I was twice her age. I had to be careful not to overstate my silent affection for her.
But she liked them! She wanted more!
-I have more stories for kids, but what you just read were actually my best. The only things I have that are still any good are a couple of adult erotic stories I've written recently.
Oops, the cat was out of the bag. I was back to shyly manipulating her, this time with erotica.
She looked at me, silent, tight-lipped.
-I don't loan them out, I said. I don't want them to be copied. If you want to read a few, I want to be there, too, either at my place or at yours.
I'd pushed her into a corner, She could have refused, but she accepted and chose for her place.
-How about this Saturday? she suggested.
-Sounds good. After I'm finished working in my garden. Mid afternoon?
I showed up at her place and offered her five of my stories. She stopped at two.
-God, this is heavy. This is a lot different than reading stories for kids.
We looked at each other silently.
-Where do you come up with all this? You've either got a great imagination or a great memory.
I didn't answer. But that's when I kissed her. She hadn't been asking for it, but she didn't refuse, either. It was a short kiss, returned by a long one.
-Wanna get naked? I asked.
-Oh God, it's been a while.
-Well, for me, too.
Her family had been a member of a conservative religious sect for a few years and that was probably why it had been a while.
We stripped in the full light of the late afternoon and laid next to each other on her bed. We cuddled and kissed for a while.
-You know, I'm not so crazy about sex, she said.
-What? Then what are we doing here in bed?!
-No, what I mean is I don't like fucking. I don't like having a dick sticking up my cunt. It's aggressive and it hurts.
I looked at her long and hard. Then I started singing:
-Now that we found love what are we gonna do with it?
-Oh cut it! she said. I'll show you.
She pushed me over on my back, shimmied down towards my feet, raised my cock to her lips and took me in her mouth. She happily went up-and-down on me and it was quite beautiful to watch.
She let me loose and gave me a stern look.
Or, we could do this, she said, and she crawled up to plant her twat on my face. Her lips met mine. I licked her clit, enjoying the taste and the view.
-Or this, she said, and then she got up off me, turned around, put her cunt back on my face and went down on me, 69.
I've never been crazy about 69; I usually strain my neck trying to please the other and I feel almost nothing below the belt. But this was different. My tongue met her clit very relaxed and at the other end she was deep throating me such that I felt it all. My tight little testicles were going crazy.
Then she got off of me again and laid next to me, face to face.
-This is kinda what I like better than fucking with a dick up my cunt. Your turn on top.
I pushed her over on her back and got on top of her. My dick slipped in between her legs.
-Watch it!, she said.
She was wet, so I couldn't resist rubbing my dick up and down along her labia. I slipped in by accident.
-Au!