I met Theo in a bar. He was one of the best friends of a good friend of mine, both of whom were studying engineering at the university. We were all the same age and in the middle of our respective degrees.
Theo had some features that made me like him. Things he was that, together, made me fall in love with him.
The one that struck me first about Theo was his easy smile. He smiled with his whole face, not just his mouth. In fact, he smiled with his whole body and he always smiled. And it was something real. It wasn't like he was trying to force it. It wasn't fake. There was a light there. I think I fall in love easily with smiling people.
The second feature that attracted me was his calmness. Theo was a quiet person and that's what I thought I needed.
As he later explained to me, part of that calmness was natural. He had always been like that. The other part was because he followed an Oriental belief. I don't remember if it was Buddhism. I don't think so. But to me it seemed like something more harmonious than the religions that I see the most. It was something that made him meditate and appreciate nature, instead of worrying about hell and sins with every breath.
Also, he was intelligent and we liked the same things. We spent hours talking about movies, show and music. It is hard to find someone who likes classic rock these days and Théo loved Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull, Yes, Deep Purple and Dream Theater as much as I did.
At that moment my life was very troubled, very fast-paced, because of the breakup with Ravi. A profusion of feelings took over me. Sometimes, out of nowhere, I felt like crying. Just cry.
But under that serene surface there was a volcano... And this would be the unexpected feature that would make me go crazy for him.
I did not hook up with Théo the first day I met him. It still took a few more dates for us to kiss.
It was in the bar where we always went that we kissed for the first time. I think that everyone there already knew it was going to happen, but we still waited until our friends left us alone to make the first move.
We stared at each other and he pulled me against his body, taking his mouth to mine.
I want to remind you that I had spent a long time with Ravi. He was my reference. Besides, Theo was calm and straightforward, not a guy you would think of as a sexual powerhouse or anything like that. So I want you to understand my surprise when along with that wet and burning kiss, I felt a hard bulge against my waist. What do you mean, we were just beginning to kiss and he was already like that? We had been chatting for seconds and now he had a hard-on? Or had he already become aroused just by talking to me? No, it is not possible. How come?
We spent the whole night kissing in the corners of the crowded bar. Even there he was trying to go further. As he kissed me, he reached down and slid his hand down my pants. I let him. We are both grown ups, no big deal. And it was delicious. But then he wanted to put his hand inside my pants. His fingers slid over my buttocks, then deeper into the middle of them. Then, wanting him to continue, but thinking that it was more appropriate to stop, I told him to calm down.
But I couldn't stop him from rubbing his hard cock against me. He was kissing me and pressing his member into me and I was going crazy.
That night, each of us went to their respective homes. I confess that I had wanted to invite him to my place, but out of prudence and puritanism, I didn't do it. To this day I regret this foolish puritanism.
I arrived home unable to hide my smile. I brushed my teeth and laid down on the bed. As I took off my pants I realized how soaked I was. What a lust! My heart was racing.
I laid on my back, spread my legs slightly and put my middle finger on my clit. I left it there, making almost imperceptible movements, remembering the night. I slept like this.
I met Theo two or three days later at a party at the university. I charmed him, but we only made out from the middle to the end of the party. I wasn't surprised, but I was happy when I again felt that hard cock pressed against my waist as his tongue sought mine. This time he already kissed my neck and my ear, softly, discreetly.
Even there in the middle of the party I moaned and gasped softly. I could feel my intimacy moistening. Once again he put his hand on my ass. I loved it... He pressed himself against me and I felt the hard volume on his waist. Before long he once again tried to put his hand inside my pants. I looked around. No one seemed to care about us. I pretended that I didn't feel it, and this time I let him.
He liked it and stroked my buttocks with a passion. His hand searched every inch of my ass. Then he stood a little to one side and, without taking his left hand out of my pants, put his right hand on my front. That was too much!
"No!", I moaned, taking his hand away.
He smiled naughtily and we kept kissing for a while longer, until we decided to go back to our friends.
At the end of the party, he said he would take me home. He parked next to the door of my building, just before sunrise, we kissed once more. It was only the second time I had been with him, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. As I kissed him, I moved my hand down to his pants and felt his hard cock. It was always a pleasure for me!
This time, I was the one who stuck my hand inside his pants. What a delight it was to feel that thick, hot cock in my hand. I squeezed and he groaned and his cock throbbed.
Finally, I asked:
"Do you want to get in?"
He barely answered and we got out of the car. We walked in silence, for I warned him that Leela was at home, sleeping.
Step by step we went up to my room. I closed the door carefully so as not to make any noise. As soon as I turned the key, he threw me onto the bed and we kissed ardently. My legs wrapped around him tightly and my hands gripped his ass.
Soon, he slipped his hand under my blouse and fondled my breasts. He kissed me, licked my neck, my ear, rubbed his cock against me, and touched my breasts. He was naughty. It was obvious.
He stood up, took off his clothes, and I could see a very hard cock, pointing up, red and with thick veins bulging out. My horniness exploded. He took off my clothes and I wanted to ride him, to make up for lost time, but he wouldn't let me. I didn't understand. For a moment, I was afraid of rejection again.
"What do you mean I can't ride?", I thought to myself.
"Calm down...", he said, opening my legs gently. "First I want to taste you..."
My fear of rejection vanished into thin air with those words. He not only desired me, but wanted me completely and calmly. He wanted every little bit of my body. I eased back satisfied.
With a naughty face, he grabbed my legs with his hands, preventing me from closing them, and started nibbling the inside of my thighs. I couldn't hold in my lust. I wanted that tongue in my pussy right now. I tried to force his head in, I tried to close my legs, but he wouldn't let me.
Theo took his time nibbling and licking the inside of my thighs until he reached my cave, which by then was so wet that it made a mark on the bed. Seeing how horny that man was sucking me was driving me crazy. When his tongue entered me, I moaned and rolled over, but he held me back. He wanted to be in control. He took his mouth off my pussy and commanded,
"Hold still... Don't move..."
And he went back to kissing and sucking me. Theo licked my clit like honey and I squirmed. At a certain point, orgasm became inevitable. I was rolling around wildly trying to force that tongue against my clit, trying to squeeze my pussy even more as if to say "suck me, put your tongue in me". I rubbed my sex against his face as if I wanted to make him smell and taste me. I wanted to scream, but I could not. I just whispered "don't stop, don't stop" as tremors ran through my body. I had goosebumps. A tear trickled from my eye. Until I couldn't take it anymore.
