More than two years before I'd met Natalia through a mutual friend, and after nearly six months of almost intolerable teasing I finally got her to go out with me. That wasn't easy to go through either; it was our fourth date before she even kissed me, and that was on the cheek.
More than a few times over the course of the courtship that I considered giving it up. Each time though, I'd see a picture of her, smell another woman wearing her perfume, or even worse, hear her voice and that amazing accent somehow. Then I'd be hooked again. Addicted to this 5'3 Russian brunette that lived on coffee and video games.
She came to America when she was a teenager, carried over by her father with the military, and saw more of the country before she was 18 than most natural citizens see in their entire lives. Luckily for me, she decided to stick around the southeast when her father moved again. Life with the military gave her a body just under 130 pounds, wrapped and muscled to the point of deliciousness. It also gave her a very open mind about the world, but a sheltered view when it came to relationships.
Being a virgin at twenty in America seems odd to some of us. Natalia being as big a tease as she was and a 1-900 actress as well as beautiful and a virgin at twenty certainly seemed odd to me. I dealt though, I figured maybe it was what I needed after the string of one night stands and relationships based on sex that plagued my past. Besides, the teasing was fun, and after a few months it started to get interesting.
A typical Friday night for us usually meant meeting when I got off work, grabbing a bite to eat somewhere, then going to her apartment and wasting a few hours playing games before she started work at midnight, and I was sent home to keep me from interfering. About five months into considering ourselves a couple, we were busy beating the crap out of each other on Mortal Combat one night, and in a desperate attempt to keep Scorpion from tearing Johnny Cage's head off again, Natalia reached over and laid her hand directly on my dick and squeezed.
It didn't help that she had already been flashing me periodically just to mess with me, and I was already hard and waiting. I groaned, "Nat... God..." and nearly dropped the controller as I turned to look down at her grinning face. She quickly released me and tapped a few buttons, and I looked up just in time to see Scorpion get his arms ripped off and then get savagely beat with the bloody ends of them. "That is so uncool." I accused, glaring at her.
She just grinned at me and said, "You know you love it," before leaning up and pecking me on the cheek. As she tried to settle back down into her seat, I got closer and planted my lips against hers. I heard her controller hit the floor, and mine soon followed as she returned the kiss and slid her tongue into my mouth. I moaned and pulled her small frame up from the seat next to me so that she was straddling my lap. Being just over a foot taller than Natalia, I still had to lean down to kiss her. Not that I minded doing so as it forced her to lean forward and press her small firm breasts into my chest.
She tangled a hand into my hair as I started to drive her tongue back into her mouth with my own, and pulled my head back to get her lips and teeth on the base of my neck. I groaned louder and slid my hands down her back, gripping her ass roughly though the cargo pants she was wearing. Natalia moaned into the mouthful of my flesh she was biting, and I took it as encouragement to lift the bottom of her black tank top up and ease my hands down under her waistband to the bare flesh of her backside.
I squeezed roughly and she pushed back against me, gasping for breath as she released my neck. I pulled against her handful of my hair and leaned down to kiss her again as she pushed back and forth against my hand on her tight little ass. When I went to pull off her top though, she stopped me, grinning and blushing and said, "I need to go clock in," and tried to climb off my lap.
I pulled her back against me and groaned as her crotch ground across my erection through our clothes. "Call in sick," I told her and went to return the treatment of my neck on hers. She threw her head back and moaned, letting me have my way for a few seconds. I think I even felt her start to rub back and forth against my cock, but she yanked my head away from her before I gave her too much of a hickey.
Natalia smiled at me and kissed me quickly. "Go home, Jeremy," she ordered, "and get some sleep." then she crawled off me, straightening her hair and clothes as she went. "I'll call you when I get off, okay?" she said over her shoulder as she poured herself a soup bowl full of coffee and I packed up my PS3.
I looked over at her a little confused. "At five in the morning?" she sipped her coffee and nodded. I shook my head and threw the case for my games over my shoulder. "Okay babe, I'll wake up," I told her and stood at the door waiting for her, "I promise I'll wake up for you." She grinned through the steam rising from her bowl of beverage and carefully made her why to me. I leaned down and kissed her one more time, sucking on her bottom lip as I pulled away, and opened the door to leave. "Good bye," I told her and followed quickly with "I love you," before she could shut the door behind me.
Natalia smiled at first, then frowned slightly and shut the door, saying, "Good night, Jeremy." I heard the deadbolt latch as I banged my forehead against the door frame just softly enough so that she wouldn't hear it. That was probably the tenth time I told her I loved her, only to get a strange mix of glee and depression for a response. I understand that she had strong feelings about sex, that was tolerable. Not knowing if she cared for me the same way I cared for her made me more insane than any urge in my pants. It would be another night for porn and my right hand. Looking back now I see that it was one of hundreds.
It got better though. Almost six months later, and many many reoccurrences of that night, instead of trying to crawl away from me, she whispered into my ear "I have tonight off." then traced her tongue around the edge of it, making me shudder and gasp. When I tried to remove her top again though, she did push away from me, bouncing away giggling at my shocked expression.
I smirked at her and said, "Nat, you can't play much harder to get." Then I bolted up from the couch and chased her halfway down the hall to her bedroom before catching her by the arm. I spun her around to me, lifting her up and pushing her against the wall as I connected her mouth to mine to taste her tongue again. Natalia moaned and wrapped her legs around me. I took the extra leverage as incentive and pulled her tank top down enough to give me access to her braless breasts. As I started to caress this new flesh and gently pinch her nipples, she started putting a lot more pressure around my waist with her legs. At first I thought she was trying to hold herself up, but a few seconds later I knew she was squeezing me to make me let her go.
Our kiss broke when I decided I couldn't breath. Natalia shoved me off her and into the wall behind me, making the room shake when we both hit the floor. We looked at each other and smiled, trying to catch our breath. This violence wasn't uncommon for either of us. I liked getting roughed up by her, and she loved to fight. The worst we ever gave one another was a few bruises and once I left with a black eye. The fights usually ended with one of us pinning the other down, and her teasing me until I warned her that I might cum in my pants. Honestly, I let her get me down most of the time just so she'd grind herself on my shaft until even she started to enjoy it.
That night was more of a chase though. Natalia sprang up and ducked into the guest room, and I was fast after her. I ran through the doorway and apparently lost her. Then she came from behind the door and knocked me over on the spare bed. She leapt on top of me and pinned my wrists down with her hands. "That was TOO easy," she smiled, panting, as she started rubbing her crotch on my jeans.
