Love at First Sight

SUMMARY: This is chapter two of the love story between Logan and Lacy. If you recall, Logan is a much older man and Lacy is a pregnant teenage girl. See how their relationship grows more profound as the two of them share some very intimate confessions.

Typically, my favorite "style" of story to write is taboo in nature. Because of that, most of my stories end up in the "incest" category. This one is not incest, but the "taboo" aspect of it comes in the form of the extreme age difference between the two characters. Also, I write most of my stories from a female POV but decided to try to capture a strong romance story from the male POV this time, because I truly believe that guys can feel these kinds of emotions just as strongly as women (i.e. experiencing "love at first sight" like the title suggests.)

Even though this is a love story, it does contain a fair number of sexual encounters. But there is also quite a focus on emotion and internal thoughts, as well as dialogue between these two. I'm mentioning that here as a warning, in case this isn't the type of story you're after on Lit. It is a bit of a slow burn. I do try to focus on realism whenever I write, and work at making my stories as believable as possible.

This story will be three chapters long. So as soon as I wrap up chapter three, you'll be able to read the conclusion of this love story.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

AUTHOR NOTE: This is not my usual category on here, and I hope this story finds a home with some potential new readers. I put a lot of emotion into this story, as it contains some real life thoughts and feelings that I've experienced, even if the story itself is make believe. I have even experienced sleeping with a much much older man, and I couldn't help but use bits and pieces from that experience in this story. I was going to write this from Lacy's point of view, but as soon as I started writing, I decided it would be better told through Logan's eyes. I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

STORY:

[PART 01]

The morning after I gave Lacy an orgasm, I woke up feeling easily thirty years younger. The aches I had become so accustomed to in my body had vanished. There was a spring to my step. I even sang in the shower while I shaved my face smooth. Despite being slightly chill outside, the sun spilling in through the windows felt warm. I felt warm. My heart had been racing when I awoke and I swear my blood was flowing more freely. And, beneath all of that, I had my first morning wood in years. It was intoxicating. I felt so alive!

I went to see Lacy that day at the store. The moment I walked in, she beamed at me from behind the register where she stood. She had customers, so of course she couldn't just run over to me. Not that I expected her to, anyway. I didn't know if she felt anything like I felt. Admittedly, I did have a tinge of nervousness beneath the surface, worried that she would have second thoughts about what we had done.

But the next two weeks assuaged those feelings. I invited her to "walk around" with me several times, and she agreed without question. We went for long strolls around the downtown area. We found a spot along the river, a little way outside of town, where the water moved lethargically. Milling about for over an hour in that spot, we chatted and laughed and enjoyed each other's company. At one point, we competed to see who could get a rock to skip the furthest. She won every time, which made me smile.

We didn't kiss, or really do anything physical during those walks. They weren't those kinds of dates. I was just so happy to be with her, that was enough for me. I felt sated. Aroused? Yes. But it was easy to control. There was no urge to act on it. She was with me and that made me content. My life continued to feel amazing, and I still felt much younger than I really was. It was exhilarating to say the least. I had never been so excited about hanging out with anyone before. Even that funny feeling in my stomach I used to get when I dated girls in high school paled in comparison to how Lacy made me feel. It was as if I had been asleep all my life, and she had broken the curse.

Two weeks since the day Lacy had come to my house, I invited her over again. She accepted my invitation without hesitation, and even smiled at the prospect. She was at work when I offered and it was cute how she danced a little where she stood behind the counter. Her bulging belly jiggled when she hopped on her feet and it made me smile. God she was so beautiful.

Lacy arrived two hours later, wearing a much looser fitting outfit than last time. And she had on sweats instead of jeans. She was seven months pregnant and told me that her other clothes were getting too tight. I didn't blame her. This outfit looked so much more comfortable. I told her I didn't mind, of course. Why would I? She was still Lacy. My beautiful, gorgeous, angelic Lacy. Sometimes I felt like I was going to lose my mind thinking about her. But I didn't care.

A half hour after she arrived, we found ourselves in the same position on my couch as last time, with me leaning back on the armrest while she sat between my legs, lying against my chest. I was absently running my hands up and down her arms, caressing her skin. I had rolled up the sleeves of her sweater so I could reach her bare skin. She seemed to enjoy that. After a bit, I started running my fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes when I did that, smiling contentedly.

Looking down her body, I found myself staring at her belly, which I was so often drawn to. As if she could tell where my attention was, Lacy placed her hands on it protectively. I watched as she rubbed it from both sides with her thumbs, almost absently. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, she tipped her head to the side and opened her eyes again, looking right at me. My heart melted from her stare. She seemed to be peering inside my head, reading my thoughts.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she whispered, the breath from her voice playing against my chin.

To answer her, I simply leaned forward and planted my lips on hers. She moaned softly at the touch. Leaning harder against her, I opened my mouth, inviting her inside. Her tongue was the first to move, sliding wetly past my lips. When I felt it brush against my own, I moaned in response. Our kiss was extremely gentle. Not exactly timid, but sweet. And my lord were her lips ever soft! It was the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.

After just a few minutes, she pulled away from me, breathless. I gaped at her, holding her protectively in my arms. She was breathing heavily as she stared up at me. No words were spoken in those next few minutes as we held each other's gaze. I traced the beautiful contours of her face with my eyes, memorizing every detail. She was a siren to me. I would lay down my life for this girl. Anything she wanted would be hers. I would--

"Do you want to give me another cum?" she asked, her words full of her usual southern twang.

I sat in stunned silence. I had never heard it worded that way before, even though I knew exactly what she was asking. She was inviting me to give her another orgasm, like the last time she was over. My heart raced and I felt myself nodding dumbly. Of course I wanted to. Hadn't I already made it clear that I would do anything for her?

"Can we go someplace more comfortable?" I asked and she nodded. Then, when she saw me leaning forward on the couch, she leaned into a sitting position. Her belly was really big, so it wasn't as easy for her to maneuver, I could tell. Hopping off the couch first, I offered both hands and helped her to her feet. Then I silently guided her down the hall and into my bedroom. She didn't utter a single word of protest.

Gently helping her onto the bed, Lacy sat on the edge, watching me. For a minute, I stood in front of her, looking down at her teenage body. Not for the first time, I wondered at how I could possibly have gotten so lucky that she would be into a guy my age. With a shake of my head, I leaned down and whispered, "Can I take off your sweater?"

Grinning, she reached down and started lifting it up herself. I helped her and we soon had it off completely. Taking a step back, I almost stumbled in shock. Her naked chest was stunning. I stared at her breasts hungrily, seeing them naked for the first time. They were clearly engorged from her pregnancy and looked larger than their native size. I'm not even sure how I knew that. It was something about their shape. Where they met her chest, there was a subtle crease all the way around them, and they stretched out beyond that crease. They almost reminded me of balloons. And her nipples also looked slightly stretched. They were dark red and about an inch and a half wide, with pronounced little nubs in the center of each. Both of them were jutting out almost half an inch.

Lacy suddenly moved her hands to her chest and cupped each breast, lifting them up and letting them bounce. She was frowning at herself. "They feel so full," she muttered.

"They look beautiful," I offered.

She let them go and I watched as they bounced on their own as they settled once more. Then she smiled up at me, tilting her head a little to the side. For a second, I thought about kissing her again. But with those two beauties on display, there was something else I desired even more. And given how I had been able to give her an orgasm with my hands inside her shirt last time, I wondered what I could do with them fully exposed like this.

Sitting on the bed right next to her, I patted the mattress behind her. Lacy glanced over her shoulder and saw what I was gesturing for. She scooted back on the bed until she was all the way on it and then laid down. Crawling toward her, I laid on my side right next to her. She turned toward me, still smiling. Once more, I let my eyes wander for a few seconds, drinking in her naked flesh. Her belly was stretched tight and enormous. I noticed that her belly button was nearly flat, the skin from within having been mashed outward by the growing baby inside of her.

Lying on her side the way she was, both of her tits were hanging at an angle, toward the bed. Reaching my arm out, I gently placed my fingers on the swell of her left breast. She exhaled softly at my touch. Dragging my fingers slowly, I drew them in a circle all the way around her mound of flesh, watching her reaction as I did it. She shivered, letting out a whispered gasp.

Leaning my head forward while continuing to caress her boob, I opened my lips and gently took her nipple into my mouth. With a slight amount of suction, I pulled it deeper past my lips, careful not to brush her with my tongue just yet. She started breathing heavily and I felt her body shake. With the lightest of touches, I flicked the tip of my tongue across her nipple.

"Oooooohhhmmmmm!" Lacy moaned audibly into my bedroom.

That set me off. I sucked harder, clamping my lips down into her flesh. At the same time, I started flitting my tongue, swatting the tip of her nipple with it. Opening and closing my mouth, I suckled her teat, worrying at it as I pleasured her. Lacy's reaction was instantaneous. Her body started shivering, convulsing every few seconds. And she was moaning loudly. I kept at it, devouring her breast, attacking her nipple. I sucked harder still, pulling more of her soft flesh into my mouth. Her shaking grew stronger.

My tongue started lapping at her nipple, working at the tip, swirling around it, licking the surrounding skin and areola. All the while, I opened and closed my mouth, applying suction like I was milking her. Sliding a hand up over her side, I clung to her for leverage as I pushed my face harder against her bosom. I felt her breast squishing flat against her chest. My mouth was hungry for her. I felt like I was being sloppy, but I didn't care. Saliva was starting to dribble down my cheek. I kept at it, trying to give her as much pleasure as I could.

Lacy's body suddenly went completely rigid. I sucked in as much flesh as I could and held my lips where they were, clamped around her flesh. Then, only moving my tongue, I started flicking it rapidly across the tip of her nipple. Faster. Flick-flick-flick-flick-flick. Her hand clamped down on my arm and I felt her fingers digging into my muscle. My own hand clung to the supple skin of her back tightly while my tongue continued its onslaught.

"Huhh huhh huhhh huhh Huhhh HUhhh HUUH HUH UH HUH HUH HUH," her breathing was loud and labored, echoing throughout the room. Her body gave a lurch. Then another. Her fingers dug painfully into my bicep. The muscle attached to the base of my tongue was aching with strain, but I persevered, fluttering back and forth across the tip of her nipple several times a second.

Lacy let out a long, droning moan and her body shuddered violently in my arms as release hit her. I slowed my darting tongue and finally released my lips from her breast. The flesh rolled out of my mouth in a rush and then I pulled away from her, panting loudly. She continued to tremble and soft mewling moans spilled from her mouth. Lord have mercy! I had never known a girl to be able to have such an intense orgasm from nipple stimulation alone!

Catching my breath, I gently pried her fingers from around my arm and then pulled back. I wasn't done with her just yet. Gazing at the still shivering young girl lying in my bed, I felt a thrum of arousal roll through my own body at the sight. When I let go of her, she rolled onto her back, still breathing hard as she stared at the ceiling. Her mouth was open.

Staring at her naked chest, my eyes opened in shock when I saw her left tit. The nipple was jutting out a full inch, and it was bright red. And there, on the very tip of it, was a tiny bead of white liquid. Her areola looked swollen, too. Fortunately, her skin was only a little red outside of that. I was glad to see I hadn't left her bruised. I shivered with arousal.

Then I put my attention on what I had in mind next. Leaning over her still trembling body, I slipped my fingers inside the elastic waist of her sweatpants and started pulling them down. She lifted her butt instinctively, allowing me to easily slide them off her legs. I snagged her panties on the way, and once I made it past her feet, I let the two garments drop to the carpet.

Then I turned my attention back to the naked teen and my breath caught. Oh dear. Her vagina was staring at me and it was such a beautiful sight to behold, it made my heart stop beating for several seconds. I felt an overwhelming sense of euphoria as I gazed at her mound. It was complete and utter perfection. Her pale skin seemed to blend seamlessly with her vulva where it folded together, forming an elongated slit. I could barely see the pink flesh beneath, mostly hidden by the exquisite pair of lips. They were shiny, wet from her arousal. Above her vagina was a very neatly trimmed patch of dark brown pubic hair. It was short and tidy and capped her vagina perfectly.

My cock throbbed at the sight. I was gasping in air and it felt thick and heavy as it filled my lungs. It was a struggle to make myself move, but once I started, there was no stopping me. I dove between Lacy's legs, planting my mouth firmly against her snatch. The second my tongue slithered out, I tasted her and the world turned upside down inside me. The taste had a strong tang, with a subtle hint of honeyed sweetness. It was like a drug to me. I started lapping at her, digging my tongue between her lips to get more. Liquid flooded out of her. She was so incredibly wet, it was insane! Slurping my way toward her vaginal opening, I felt a deluge of juice coat my tongue. Opening and closing my mouth around it, I devoured her pussy.

I was so lost in what I was doing that it took a minute for me to realize that Lacy was moaning again. Louder than before. And her body was thrashing in my bed. I kept on, eating her out with a hunger I had never known. I poked and prodded her lips, her opening, her slit, everywhere. My tongue was a machine, curling and rolling, splaying out and lapping up and down, left and right. I worked my way up the center of her lips and they parted easily for me. When I reached the top of that canal of skin, I swatted at her clitoris.

"OOOOOHHHHMMMMMMMMM LOOOOOORRRRRDDDD!!" she cried out loudly, her accent strong even in her moaned words.

Focusing my attention there, I sucked and slurped her clit into my mouth, tickling it with my tongue, letting it go, sucking it back in, swatting at it. Over and over, I attacked it, but gently. It felt swollen and hot on my tongue. I suckled her vagina again, pulling clit and vulva into my mouth with the suction. Then I released my hold and slurped my way back down to her opening once more. Juice was flowing out of her like a faucet. I drank and her nectar went down my throat. Swallowing over and over again, I continued to slurp it up. Lord it was so divine!

When the liquid turned to a trickle, I licked my way back up her slit to her clitoris once more. Then I went to town on it, repeating all my earlier moves again. Swirling my tongue around it in circles, I felt her body start to shake. The longer I worked at her clit, the more violent her tremors became. She was still moaning, constantly. The sounds dripped into my brain, fueling my own arousal beyond a sane level. I felt hysterical. But I didn't care. I continued to devour the young girl's cunt.

Lacy shrieked at the top of her lungs as my tongue flitted rapidly across her clit. Then the body convulsions began again. Only they were ten times as strong as her last orgasm. I felt juice gushing from her as she came. I wanted to move down and drink it up, but I knew the pleasure was coming from my attack on her clitoris, so I kept my mouth locked around it. Still lapping, I felt her body flailing. She came so hard, her body literally jerked all over the place. I could hear her moaning between gasping breaths.

Finally, her body started to settle. I eased off my frenzied attack of her vagina, slowing my lapping tongue. Then I trailed it back down the slit between her lips and gently lapped at the liquid still pouring from her pussy. I drank and drank, swallowing as much as I could. It seemed to flow forever. She was whimpering above me, and her body shivered every few seconds from the aftermath of the pleasure I had caused inside of her.

Pulling my head out of her crotch, my cheeks felt cold as the air splashed against them. My face was drenched with juice. Weakly, I climbed my way up her body, nestling in beside her. Her eyes were glazed as she lay there. She didn't seem to be able to focus on anything at all. Her lips were parted and she was still breathing heavily. I placed a hand on her left breast and ran my thumb over her still-swollen nipple. It wasn't sticking up as much as it had been, but it wasn't flat either. Her body shuddered at my touch.

I watched her as her eyes started to close. And a few minutes later, she was sound asleep. I laid my own head down and then snaked an arm under her neck, pulling her against me. She felt so warm. Then I stayed awake, watching her sleep. She looked so utterly at peace. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Her naked body still beckoned to me, and my throbbing cock begged for release. But I wasn't about to take advantage of her like this. I ignored my own arousal and just let her sleep.

After an hour, I gently shook her awake. "Lacy Mae," I said her double name, feeling intimate. When she opened her eyes, a huge smile spread across her face. I kissed her tenderly, but briefly. Pulling away from those addicting lips, I smiled back.