Patrice cleared her throat to get my attention. With agonizing slowness, I lifted my gaze. I ran my eyes up her delicious body until my eyes met hers. I found her smiling.
"That's better. I was wondering if I would ever get to see your eyes again," Patrice told me.
I felt guilty for a moment. Then my feelings for her took over.
"I couldn't help myself," I told her honestly, feeling each word coming from my heart. "Seeing you, seeing your body exposed to me, knowing what you are giving to me, I can't do anything but stare at you."
"That's so sweet, Tim."
She reached for my cheeks with her hands and kissed me again. It was a kiss that was gentle yet firm. Born of delicate emotions yet bred with ardor. As Patrice kissed me, she ran one leg up mine. That feeling almost made me lose my balance. I did my best to hold on to her, one hand holding on to her slick and shapely bottom.
The splatter of the water made enough noise to cover the sounds we were making, in case someone should walk by the building. I knew that wouldn't be the case later in my bedroom.
We finally satisfied our immediate urges enough to move on to actually getting clean. We passed on washcloths, instead soaping up our hands and rubbing them all over each other. The smoothness of her breasts as I soaped them was heavenly. Her nipples were erect as they slid through my fingers and Patrice moaned as I pulled on them. She, meanwhile, was enjoying soaping up my chest.
I pulled Patrice to me roughly, her body melding to mine as her breath left her in a rush. She smiled up at me as I leaned in to kiss her. As we kissed, her slick hands ran over my butt. I realized she was pulling me harder to her so she could feel my erection trapped against her stomach.
When our lips parted, she smiled and said, "I feel something that still needs to be washed."
With a grin painting her face, Patrice descended to her knees in front of me. I shifted to block the spray from her face. She looked truly delighted as she took my fully hard cock in her hands. I was having a little trouble controlling my knees as she stroked me, appraising her prize.
She didn't look at me for a few minutes, instead closely studying my member. It was probably the first one she had ever seen. I enjoyed watching the fascination evident in her expression.
Wrapping one delicate hand around the shaft, she rubbed the tip between her thumb and forefinger. After a careful examination of my dick and my balls, she leaned a little more forward and, looking up to meet my eyes, she sucked the head of my dick into her mouth. I felt the end of her tongue delicately rubbing against my tip and I groaned out loud. She removed my dick from her mouth to speak, much to my disappointment.
"Abby said you'd like it when I did that," she said, an enormous grin spreading across her face.
"You two talked about this?" I asked, astonished.
"Uh-huh, but please don't tell Abby I told you that. She was embarrassed at first to even talk to me about it, but I kept asking her questions about what the first time would be like. She was like a big sister to me."
I shook my head in disbelief. I tried to imagine Patrice and Abby, late at night, having a discussion about fucking while the girls slept right outside their door.
My musing was dashed as Patrice returned for another taste, this time applying suction that buckled my knees. Seeing the reaction that had on me, she again stopped.
"Do you want to sit on the bench while I suck you?" she asked as sweetly as ever.
I couldn't believe this lovely creature was saying all this. I hadn't ever been with a girl who talked this much during sex. In a strange sort of way, it was nice. Really nice.
I nodded and reached down for her hand. Helping her stand, we moved over to one of the wooden benches. Patrice grabbed one of our towels and dropped it in front of me so she would have something soft to kneel on. I sat, she knelt, and she took me in her mouth once again as the two showerheads continued to run in front of us.
I had to grip the edge of the bench with both hands when she really started sucking. I remember thinking that Trip must be a lucky guy if Abby really taught Patrice all this. I knew I wouldn't last long.
Realizing what was about to happen, and that Patrice might not, I spoke up. It wasn't easy to concentrate on speaking as she sucked me like that, but I managed.
"Honey, you're about ... to make me cum. I'll ... I'll try to warn ... you before I ... shoot."
She removed me from her sweet mouth one last time, just long enough to say, "It's okay. I want you to cum in my mouth."
She immediately took me back into her mouth, her lips stretching into a very large O and her chin dimpling. As her words registered, as I realized what she intended to do, that did it. I had passed the point of no return. I briefly regretted that this magnificent blowjob wasn't going to last longer, but then I reached out to hold her cheeks in my hands—and spurted.
I came in her mouth as she looked lovingly into my eyes. Her expression was as if she was asking
Am I doing it right
? The pleasure I felt was beyond words. She was doing it right, alright. So right. Then her expression changed with the second spurt. She looked panicked. She suddenly pulled her wonderful warm mouth off my dick and I finished spurting on her cheek and her neck. The white ropes of my cum started to flow down her body as she coughed.
As my spurts died down, I saw that she was struggling to swallow what was in her mouth. The sound of the falling water slowly returned as I rejoined the real world. When I had no more cum to give her, she finally managed to swallow but with difficulty.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I thought I could swallow it all, but the taste..., the texture..."
"It's alright," I said. "It felt wonderful. You might come to like the taste, maybe not. It doesn't matter. I love that you tried to do that for me."
We sat there, naked, watching each other as the sound of water pouring out of the two showerheads filled the room. We were both grinning. I could see her tongue moving around in her mouth as if she was still tasting my cum, trying to enjoy it.
When I felt ready to stand, I got to my feet, announcing, "I'd like to do something for you, now."
Patrice's face lit up. Apparently, Abby had told her about that, too, and she was anxious. I pushed the pile of clothes to the other end of the bench and spread out a towel for her to lie on. Without waiting for instruction, Patrice took my place on the bench, moving her knees apart without modesty as she sat. I took her hand and turned her so she lay along the length of the bench with her feet on the floor at one end. The bench was narrow, but not so narrow that she might roll off.
I knelt on the concrete floor between her knees and adored the sight before me. I realized I was in a place that no one had ever been before. There might be many who came after me, but I was the first. Her first.
Patrice was holding her head up so she could watch what I was doing. I gave her a smile before lowering my face to her pussy. Her dark hair was only barely concealing her virgin slit.
I used the tips of my index fingers to peel open her lips and reveal the tender inner flesh. I smiled as I did so, enjoying touching her so intimately. Knowing she had no experience with this, I wasted no time exploring her with my fingers. I set out with my tongue to discover this new territory. First I touched the wet tip of my tongue to the tip of her clit. It was peeking out at me from under its hood, curious about the new stranger. When I made contact, Patrice made a sound. It was kind of like, "Ooh," but really drawn out. Not surprised, but rather very, very pleased. I explored the area about her clit, smelling and tasting the very essence of her womanhood.
At the limit of my vision, I noticed that Patrice was tensing and relaxing muscles all along her body. Her stomach, her sides, her arms, even her face—all were responding to my touch. I was so pleased with myself for being the very first person to show her that her body was capable of feeling such pleasure.
I moved lower, seeking out the source of her moisture. When I reached the passageway to her womb, I grinned. Her juices were flowing out, past where the towel ended and darkening the wood of the bench at the end of the seat. Her body wanted mine so badly. I could feel my own erection throbbing, reminding me of how badly my body wanted hers.
Turning my attention to the opening, I tenderly tasted the flow, enjoying her unique flavor. My tongue touched her hymen. I knew that her body would be changing irrevocably in only a few minutes. I, alone, would experience the feeling of tearing her open, getting her ready for all the penises that would come after. I felt a moment of guilt for that brief pain that I would cause her. Thinking then of the pleasure we would both feel after that moment, I overcame those pangs of guilt.
I touched her pussy with my tongue, licking and sucking. I used my lips to pull on her lips. Occasionally, I strayed up to give her clit a few licks before returning. Though my knees were starting to ache, I didn't want to move. I wanted to make her cum in my mouth first.
