Author’s Note: This is a true story. It happened on the night of August 30, 2003.
It wasn’t the most exciting weekend to start with. I was going to St. Mary-of-the-Woods College, an all-girl school, which meant that I never got to have any “fun” unless my boyfriend Brandon came down to visit me. Nothing really interesting had been going on, so Brandon had come to get me and take me back to his house for the weekend. At least, that was what was supposed to happen. We never actually left Terre Haute. No, it wasn’t because we had exquisite sex in my dorm, but rather because of a freak accident.
While driving through a busy intersection, a car blew a red light and nailed us in the side of Brandon’s black s-10. The force of the car caused our truck to completely spin around and skid sideways. I always used to think that traffic was supposed to stop while there was an accident. However, it didn’t seem like it as the next two semis flew past us at over 70 mph, missing us by mere centimeters. Neither Brandon nor I were hurt, and neither were the people in the other car. However, we now had no car and it would be out of police jurisdiction to take us back to St. Mary’s. We both (usually) lived 3 hours away from the campus, so going home was not an option. In fact, the only place we could go (that the police could take us) was a Days Inn down the street.
So they took us there. The police had to talk to the manager, since the motels in that area would only rent rooms to people 25 or older, and we were just lowly 18 year olds. Or so they thought.
As we walked into the room, we flicked on the lights. “Hey, look at that, there’s only one bed!” Brandon commented suggestively as I looked over at the king sized bed. The thing was, although we had technically been going out for awhile (as of the next day it would be three months), we had yet to actually have sex. We always ran out of time, were interrupted, or were just flat out tired. What we needed was a little time to explore each other’s souls. We needed time where we didn’t have to worry about time. The motel was where we found that time.
We had dropped our bags on the floor when we came in. After we had closed the door, Brandon came up to me and embraced me in a tight hug. The hug escalated quickly, moving to a soft kiss, and then getting more passionate. As we broke from our kiss, breathless, I reached for Brandon’s shirt, pulling it up and off. Once I had gotten his shirt off, he removed mine. By the time my shirt was gone, my hands were tugging at the buckle of his belt, trying to get it undone. I unbuttoned his button with ease and pulled down the fly. I reached for the waistband of his pants and pushed them down off of his hips. He similarly took off my clothes, pausing to undo the clasp on my bra until we both just stood in our underwear. Stepping out of that last item of clothing, we stood completely nude in front of each other. By that time, we had resumed our tonsil hockey.
It wasn’t long before we were sprawled out on the bed. My eyes followed his hand as it traveled down my body, softly caressing everything it touched. His hand reached my shaven pussy and lightly stroked my mound. He used one of his fingers to lightly stroke my clit, making small circles around it until I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He stopped teasing me and directly stroked my clit, sending waves of pleasure down my spine. He then buried two of his fingers deep in my pussy, pistoning them in and out as my juices dripped all over his hand.
My hands were not idle all the while. I had reached over and taken a hold of his manhood, stroking the length of it. He groaned as I fondled the head of his cock causing him to bury his fingers even deeper into my pussy. Not wanting to cum to soon, Brandon moved down my body, making me release his throbbing cock. Brandon paused at my breasts, glancing up at me before he actually did anything. Once he was sure he had my full attention (as if there was any way he hadn’t had it), he lowered his mouth to my right nipple, lightly licking it with his tongue. He then took it into his mouth, alternating between sucking it and flicking it with his warm tongue. All the while, Brandon kept eye contact with me. He had a devilish grin on his face, and the hunger in his eyes could have written volumes. He alternated between my two breasts, pausing only to give me an even more devilish grin than he had previously.
When he looked up at me, I had my eyes closed in pleasure and my breathing consisted mostly of shudders. I opened my eyes to look down at him, only to watch him move up and kiss me. The kiss was light and quick. Brandon lay down next to me on the bed and looked deep into my eyes.
