What Do You Want To Do To Me 2

(For whatever it's worth, this is a true story. Possibly everyone says that? I don't know, I'm new here. But this story is a genuine, treasured memory of mine. My wife has given me permission to share this snippet of our history together, and it feels like it's the right time. I hope you enjoy!)

Some background: My wife and I started dating toward the end of high school. We'd both turned 18 by then, but neither of us had much "experience" at that point. The most I'd done was kissed a couple of girls before.

For her part, I was technically her first "serious" boyfriend. That's not because she had any lack of admirers! She had the whole sweet girl-next-door aura. She was the type of girl who'd wear frilly white blouses and fuzzy sweaters, and she'd always be clipping cute flowers and stuff into her hair. She didn't try to be "sexy" per se, but as you probably know, that "good girl" type is kryptonite to a certain kind of teenage boy. I know for a fact that I wasn't the only guy who drooled and daydreamed over her.

Still, she hadn't dated much. I imagine that's because she was so cute and sweet and pretty that she felt... unattainable? Or like it was somehow wrong to lust after her? (Not that that stopped me, lol.) She just didn't seem like she was available for sex or romance. A lot of people thought she came from a super religious family, though I don't know how that rumor started. She just gave off that vibe, which tended to hide the fact that she was actually a typical hormone-ridden teenager.

Anyway, my point is that she was fucking beautiful, and somehow I got lucky, and she decided she liked me too. The story of how we started dating is too long and far too embarrassing to share here, but trust me when I say she was, and still is, out of my league. (Seriously, way out of my league. I once introduced her to a new co-worker of mine, and afterwards he looked at me and said "you must be really funny or something." Thanks.)

One day, a couple months into our relationship, we were hanging out in the basement at my house. This wasn't an especially sexy location, since my parents were usually there too. But the presence of my parents wasn't quite as awful as it sounds, since they were pretty chill and since they absolutely adored her (good grades, polite, nice family, etc). They were constantly inviting her to join us for family movie nights and stuff.

We were all downstairs, getting ready for movie night, settling into the giant couch in front of the TV, when my mom got a phone call from a neighbor. (I never found out what it was about, but I will forever be grateful to whoever made that call.) She spoke briefly to my dad, and they told us that they'd have to leave for an hour or so. Would we mind waiting for them before starting the movie? Sure, sure, no problem...

And so my girlfriend and I suddenly found ourselves alone, together, on a nice big couch, with total privacy, for the first time.

At this point in our relationship, we had made out a few times, but that was it. We were self-conscious and inexperienced, and we were deliberately trying to "take things slow", and we were both silently terrified of fucking things up. I have the impression that most 18-year-olds in our situation would have gotten down to business right away, so to speak. But that just wasn't us.

Instead, we cuddled. She curled up with me, and we kissed for a while, and then we just started chatting about nothing. (Years later, reminiscing about this moment, my wife and I would joke that we wish we could go back in time and tell our younger selves "oh my god, just fuck already", but alas, it was not to be.)

We ended up spooning, with her nestled into me as I held her tenderly, cherishing her warmth, and awkwardly (but successfully!) trying to angle my body so that she wouldn't feel my boner pressing against her. It was wonderful. We talked, and I would rest my nose against the back of her neck. I remember that she smelled wonderful, and sometimes she would shiver when I breathed out.

I was happy, and I told her so. I told her how lucky I felt, and how utterly devastatingly beautiful she was, and how much I loved her. (Despite "taking things slow", we were very free with the L-word.) Every time I said it, she'd make this cute little humming sound and wiggle in my arms.

That was more than enough to start driving me crazy. Eventually I said something like, "God, I just want to..." And I trailed off into silence before saying anything I might regret.

"You just want to... what?", she asked.

I tried to brush it off. "I shouldn't..."

"C'mon, tell me! What were you gonna say?" Her tone was teasing, but she was insistent.

Again, you need to understand, I was very new to this. We had never, never talked dirty before, and I was afraid of scaring her away.

But I was also young and very, very horny.

"I was gonna...", I began. "I was gonna tell you everything I want to do to you."

Instantly, I regretted phrasing it like that. As tame as it sounds to me now, back then I was

sure

I had gone too far. I felt her freeze up in my arms. I scrambled to think of what to say to fix it, but she replied before my brain started working again.

"You can say it", she said. I remember that her voice was a little unsteady. "What... What do you want to do to me?"

(I'm

pretty

sure I'm remembering most of this conversation correctly, but I'm absolutely 100% certain about that particular line, because it remains one of the sexiest things I've ever heard in my life. Something about the way she said it. Maybe you had to be there, but trust me, those words, "what do you want to do to me", have been looping in my head ever since.)

My mind blanked out for a moment. And then, without thinking, I started talking. I could tell she was excited. Still, I was nervous.

"Listen... I'll tell you what I was going to say. But before I do, remember that I'm just... I'm just telling you what I feel, okay? I don't have any expectations. I don't want you to feel any pressure, okay?"

She murmured agreement.

I took a deep breath, and I began to tell her what I'd been thinking. "I want... I want to touch your breasts..."

(Let me take a moment here to note that I am

cringing

as I write this, but those words are, in fact, what I led with. And yes, even in the moment, it sounded awkward. In my defense, my wife tells me now that she doesn't remember it sounding so bad. Anyway, moving on.)

I spoke slowly and quietly. "I want to feel your whole body pressed against mine. I want to touch every part of you. I want to feel your breath on my skin. I want to kiss you long and deep... I want to love you..."

At this point I trailed off and gave her a wide kiss on her neck. I was lying down holding her from behind, and without seeing her face I couldn't really gauge her reaction. I was still worried that I was saying too much too quickly. But as I kissed her in that moment, I heard her moan for the first time.

I kissed her again and she started squirming, pressing into me. At this point she must have felt how hard I was, but she didn't move away. This was when I finally started feeling a little more confident, a little more inspired. I could suddenly think of plenty more things I wanted to do to her. So, I decided to keep talking.

"I want to peel off your clothes and hold you naked. I want to kiss you all up and down your body. I want to squeeze you tight against me. I want to run my tongue in circles around your nipples..."

At this, she gave another tiny moan/squeak and started moving again, pressing her butt into me. We'd never been like this before, and she was making it crystal clear that she was very, very into it. It felt vaguely unreal, like I was drunk or dreaming. But I wasn't about to stop, not when I was getting so much encouragement. I felt bold now. I slid one hand up to cup her breast over her shirt and squeezed as I kept talking.

"I want to make you wet. I want to slide your panties off, and lay you down, and slide my tongue along your clit. I want to lick you and kiss you and make you explode... I want to make you come."

Part of me couldn't believe that I had just said those words. She abruptly held her breath and curled away from me. For a second I thought I had gone too far, but she spun around so that she was facing me, and she twisted closer to get on top of me. Apparently, she liked what I'd been saying. She kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, now breathing fast, more assertive than I'd ever seen her before. I kissed back.

She suddenly pulled away and sat up again, and all at once she pulled her shirt and her bra over her head, tossing them aside. It was the first time I'd seen her topless. I remember that I was dumbstruck (I can't imagine how stupid my face must have looked in that moment), and I remember noticing that her nipples were hard, but she didn't give me much time to admire her.

Right away she pulled my shirt up to my neck and laid back down on top of me, pressing her bare chest against mine and kissing me hard. Her skin felt so warm, and so smooth, and so soft. I was instantly lost in that feeling, that long kiss. I ran my hands up and down her back as we made out, and she got more and more worked-up, kissing me even more intensely. After a couple of minutes, she broke off, still breathing hard, and whispered something to herself (I think it was a curse, but I didn't catch it clearly). She hugged me and rested her cheek against mine, slowly catching her breath.

I was pretty breathless, too. But I was also discovering that I really, really enjoyed turning her on. I turned my head so that my mouth was pressed right up against her ear, and I whispered, "I want to feel my tongue inside you. I want to lay you down and feel your naked body under mine. I want to look into your eyes as I slide myself inside you. I want to make love to you..."

(Yes, even in the heat of the moment, I still couldn't bring myself to say "cock" or "pussy" or "fuck" yet. I was new to this! I swear, my dirty talk has improved a lot since then! Whatever. She understood me well enough.)

As I spoke, she dug her fingers into my back and began to kiss my neck. It was my turn to gasp. (We're both really sensitive there, and she used a lot of tongue. She calls it my weak spot.) I kept talking, but I became less coherent and less inhibited as she kissed me. "I want to feel you lying naked on top of me. I want you to ride me. I want to feel you come on me. I want to lay you down and fuck you. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you. Oh my god, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to come inside you. I want to come inside you so fucking hard. I want to fill you up..."

At this point I realized that I was *actually* going too far, saying too much. We'd only barely talked about sex before this point. I didn't have a condom, and I knew she wasn't on birth control yet, so sex was genuinely out of the question. If I didn't want her to feel any pressure, I shouldn't have gone there.

But she was making that moaning sound again, and she was still kissing my neck, so I couldn't just stop talking. I wasn't thinking very clearly, but I kept rambling, trying to steer back into slightly safer territory. "I want to lick your clit. I want to make you come. I want to feel your mouth around me... I want you to suck me... I want..."

She gradually stopped kissing me as I rambled, and I trailed off. She moved away, sitting up next to me. I sat up too, and for a moment we just stared at each other and breathed.

This was the first time I got to take a really good look at her. She sat there across from me, naked from the waist up.

To me, in that moment, she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

I'm sharing this memory because I want other people to know what it

felt

like. So, with that in mind, I'm not going to tell you any real details about her. If you want the most accurate idea of what it felt like, just imagine the cutest, most gorgeous woman you've ever seen, topless, flushed, and smiling at you.

I couldn't process so much beauty at once: the curve of her hips, her smooth belly, her bare shoulders, that soft skin, those perfect breasts... I was drinking it all in, and it broke my brain. Intellectually, I know that she wasn't actually a flawless goddess. But that's hindsight. At the time, I was absolutely floored. I felt paralyzed, spellbound by the sight of her.

She looked back at me with a strange expression on her face, another detail I'll never forget. I'd describe it as an even mixture of excited, flustered, nervous, and mischievous. Her mouth was open in a slight smile, and her eyes were a little wide and intense. I had never seen that look before, and I had absolutely no clue what she she might be thinking.

We stared at each other like that for a long, long moment.

And then, still wearing that expression, she reached down and started to pull off my pants.

My brain was still completely stalled out, and I felt like I could barely move, let alone think. My pants wouldn't come off at first since my belt was still on, and she started to fumble with it. I reached down and undid the buckle, and when she looked back up at me, I saw that her expression had turned into an excited grin.

She grabbed the waistband with both hands, and I shuffled up and backwards to help her. She pulled my pants and my underwear down to my knees, and she stared for a second. She reached for my cock and wrapped her hand around it. I exhaled sharply at the touch, and she looked back up at me, grinning even wider. She laughed once, silently, in disbelief that we was actually doing this. Or maybe she was just enjoying the effect she was having on me.

Then she looked down again, stroked lightly up and down with her fingers, and then leaned in to take my cock into her mouth.

The moment that her lips first made contact was... I don't know how to describe it. It was

impossible

. To start with, I was so, so ridiculously turned-on. And then she gave the sweetest kiss to the most sensitive part of my body. It felt fucking incredible. And then her kiss opened up, and it somehow got even better.

This is another point that I remember especially vividly. I was so focused, it felt like I

was

my cock, like that was my entire existence. The first impression was warmth. Her mouth felt hot around me. And then it felt wet, and then soft. Then smooth and slick. And then all of these sensations merged into one as her mouth glided back.

She moved so slowly at first. I craned my neck to look at her, and I watched as she moved back down, and I felt that rush of warmth and sensation all over again. I remember she adjusted her tongue slightly as she lifted her head, and it was like I could feel it all over my body.

I let out a groan, then stifled it. She let go and looked up at me, a little more nervously, and spoke quietly. "Does it feel okay?" I laughed out loud at that; I couldn't help it. I told her that yes, it felt good. Really good. And as I said it, I swear to god, she blushed. My heart just about melted. And then, smiling sheepishly, she leaned back down and started sucking me again.

She was so gentle. Every touch was so soft. (Later, she told me that she was scared of hurting me, scared that her teeth would scrape me or something. But if she was a little timid and inexperienced, well... that was a perfect balance for my horniness and sensitivity. A stiff breeze could've made me come that night.)

I felt every part of it. I felt her lips, her tongue, her mouth sliding gently up and down. It felt so good, it was overwhelming. I remember feeling like my muscles had lost all their strength. I gave up trying to look at her and let my head loll back onto the pillow. I closed my eyes and let my mind dissolve in that feeling.

Words really can't express how incredible it felt. She kept sucking me steadily, up and down, over and over. I remember thinking it felt so warm, so wet, so perfect. This beautiful girl, sliding her mouth over me as I started tk twitch and squirm and throb under her. It felt so good, impossibly good. Pure bliss. And it just kept going on and on and on...

I don't know how long I lasted. It wasn't actually very long, I think. I felt the orgasm coming from far away, and I knew it would be intense. It was like a tidal wave approaching. I didn't know if she was planning to pull away or swallow or what, but I figured I should warn her, and thankfully my mind was functioning well enough to speak up. "I'm getting really close... I'm gonna come..."

Of course, saying it out loud made the wave start approaching a lot faster. She made another happy moaning sound and slowed down even more. One last time, she slid her mouth over me, slower, more firmly, and just barely deeper than she'd done before. I felt her tongue gliding along the base of my cock, and that sensation tipped me over the edge. I felt the wave start to hit me. "I'm coming," I whispered.

She didn't pull away.

Dear reader, I write this in plain simple honesty: it was the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life. My whole body curled up when the first pulse hit me. It felt enormous, like it was gushing out of me, draining me dry. It pumped and pumped and pumped, and I was dimly aware that her mouth was still moving around me, triggering aftershocks of pleasure. The waves kept coming and coming, and I swear my arms and legs started shaking. I kept pulsing for what felt like an impossibly long time, and every time she made the slightest movement it made me shoot even more into her mouth. It went on and on and on and on...

...Until it finally, finally stopped, and I fell back onto the couch like a ragdoll, completely spent, my skin buzzing. I think I must have hyperventilated, because I remember my fingertips were numb and my vision was fuzzy for a few seconds after. At some point she must have let go and pulled back, but I was too shattered to notice.

Eventually I came back to my senses. When I sat up, I found the girl looking at me, still topless, still utterly gorgeous, and her face plastered with the most smug expression I've ever witnessed.

I sincerely wish that I could continue this story. I wish that I could say that I returned the favor right away, or that I flipped her over and made her scream with pleasure. But the truth is that we both got really stupid and giggly for a minute, and then we both got nervous that my parents might come home. She put her top back on, and I pawed at her for a while, babbling about how great she was. Eventually my parents came back, and movie night went on like usual, except that my girlfriend and I kept stealing glances at each other and smiling like idiots.

Eventually I did get a chance to return the favor (for a while I had fun telling her "I owe you one" and watching her get flustered), and eventually we lost our virginities to each other, which was everything we hoped it would be. That story isn't quite as neat to tell as this one, but please let me know if you liked this and maybe I can share that memory too. Thanks for reading!