AUTHOR'S NOTE: A special thanks to Colleen Thomas for advice and her never-ending friendship and to all my friends to give me special help and tips…I love you all!
The upturned face.
Closed eyes.
Parted, wet kissable lips.
I laugh to myself, of all people to want my son's girlfriend. Here I am close to 45 years old. I know I'm good-looking and in great shape, but still, holding her in my arms looking down into her face, I cannot believe that this is all mine for the taking. Her telling me just a second before that she has never done this before and how much she wants to before she leaves for college. How she's fantasized about me, about us.
Pressing her body up against mine, moving her hips against me. She looks up at me, closes her eyes and whispers that she wants a kiss. Swallowing deeply there's no way I could resist. She's gorgeous. A blonde, blue-eyed girl. Lean with incredible breasts. Breasts that are pressing against me, lips that were waiting . . . for me. I let her wait just one second more, yearning my kiss. Needing it. As I lower my head and claim those lips, a moan escapes her.
"Yes." I think to myself. "The sweet taste of youth." I haven't had an eighteen-year-old since college. I've forgotten what it's like. The taste, the smell, the freshness . . .
Our tongues hungrily play with each other before I pull away and lick her lips, savoring that taste inside. She opens her eyes and looks at me, while biting her lip. I can feel the excitement growing within me. I bend my head and begin to kiss her neck, lightly nipping it, teasing it with my tongue as I trail it along her collarbone and down to the opening of her blouse. I hear her moan as I reach her cleavage and am pleased to find that her breasts are quite bountiful. I reach under her blouse, stroking the sides of her body as I reach the swell of them. Cupping each in my hand, my thumb gently plays with her nipples, which harden at my touch.
I walk her slowly back toward the couch and she falls quite hard onto the cushions as the back of her legs hit the edge. Looking up at me, her eyes wide with surprise, she laughs then bites her lip as her shyness suddenly takes over. I smile, spreading her legs as I kneel between her thighs. My hands stroke her thighs and slide under her mini skirt. Moaning, she looks at me with half-closed eyes and arches her back.
"Take off your shirt." I command her with a low voice and watch as she removes her blouse, exposing those gorgeous tits. I lick my lips, knowing I want to dive in between them, kiss them and suck on those protruding nipples.
"Not yet . . . not yet" I tell myself.
I move in closer and take a nipple in my mouth. Sucking on it, I use my tongue to circle the hard nub as one hand massages the other tit, teasing the nipple with my thumb. I slide my other hand under her skirt and between her legs and explore that hot, wet patch. Hearing her moan, I ask her, "You like that?" as my thumb finds her slit, pushing through to massage her clit. Her response is another moan, followed by a whimper as I reach her hole and slip in two well-lubricated fingers. My mouth and body desperately want to take her quickly. I want to taste her pussy so very badly. I bring my body down, removing my fingers from that wet hot hole, smirking as I see her pout at my actions.
"Why the pout? Don't you want me to "kiss" you?" I whisper on the skin just below her belly button and smile as her body reacts; the muscles contracting, the slight move of her hips. I work my tongue to her hip bone, nibbling on the skin, sliding over her flat stomach, reaching the edge of her pubic hair, or at least what there was of it.
I bring my hands down around her hips and under her ass. I slid her closer to me, so close that her pussy opens up and I can smell that sweet, musty smell that only eighteen year olds have. I lick my lips and dive in, hungrily licking that pussy. I suck on her clit, tasting her. My tongue flattens against those lips and I lick her slowly from front to back, stopping to dip my tongue in her hole. Her hands reach down and entangle themselves in my hair, pushing me closer. I tease her clit again, using my fingers to fuck her. I can feel her pussy clamping down on my fingers as my tongue flicks at her faster.
Her moans get louder and her hips thrust faster and faster as I fuck her hard. Her pussy juice is dripping down my hand and I decide to try one more thing, before I make her cum. Still using my tongue to lick her clit, I take a wet finger and massage her asshole. Her ass clenches immediately and that hole puckers just bit as I massage it, relaxing her. As she slowly becomes more excited by the prospect of what was about to happen, I slip my finger into her ass.
Her moan is more of a low growl as she moves her ass back and forth in sync with my finger.
