Having watched the Dark Shadows revival series in the early 1990s, I remember the scene in one episode where the witch Angelique had placed a spell on Josette, who had been engaged to marry Barnabas but suddenly found herself so madly in love with his brother, Jeremiah, who was also under the same spell as Josette, that they consummated their desire for each other and eloped before anyone even knew what was happening. Because of the spell that had been placed on them, neither understood exactly what was happening to them, and yet they both used their free will to indulge in the illicit passions they found themselves engulfed in.
This was exactly how I felt, having just barely gotten through the front door of Tammy's house, when suddenly she threw herself at me and sent her tongue headlong into my mouth.
Something unseen and unheard seemed to take complete control of us as our bodies struggled to stay standing while we stumbled around the area near the door, feeling as though we were apparently trying to literally climb inside each other's bodies because the absolute physical closeness we shared just didn't seem to be close enough.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together as our mouths began filling with each other's saliva, and yet our spirits longed to be just as close together but were prevented from doing so by some rule or law. It sent us into a dizzying frenzy of kissing and embracing that might have lifted us up towards the ceiling had gravity not been the final word on the matter.
Our hands and fingers seemed to take on a life of their own as they ran up and down our backs and through our hair, regularly stopping to grip each other's scalp and rub the sides of each other's faces. My arms broke out in goose bumps, and chills raced down my spine each time I felt her digits move through my hair, causing the nerve endings on the top of my head to explode in ecstasy. So dominated by this energy had we become that the entire world around us just seemed to disappear, with the only reality left being she and I as we released the otherworldly emotions that had stretched our natural structures to the breaking point.
It seemed so crazy at the time. There I was, eighteen and less than a year from graduating high school, and I was making out with my beautiful and sexy teacher. I would never have guessed that morning that by the end of the day we would be kissing each other so frantically. And frantic is the only way I can describe it.
Perhaps it's the same with older men who are about to score for the first time with a woman they've desperately wanted to be with, but I tend to think that the emotions, the excitement, and the experience are so much more intense for a boy as young as I was, especially when the woman is older.
I can remember everything about that night, including the way she smelled. Her hair still smelled of whatever shampoo she had used on it that morning, and her skin and clothes must have been doused with perfume on our way to her house. Even the interior of her home smelled wonderful due to the many mist makers throughout that contained water mixed with liquid potpourri. The beautiful scents seemed to heighten my desire for her, and it was only when I began to feel the bulge in my pants really begin to hurt for lack of her touch that I started to include touching her breasts and behind as we kissed.
Tammy's failure to respond in a negative way as I touched her private areas excited me all the more. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was inside her, and by now my heart's ache for her was matched by my erection's desire for her.
Because she had on an attractive pink formal outfit that included a skirt that extended to just above her knees, I was able to reach my hands underneath and grab her ass firmly through her panties before letting go and returning them to her back and elsewhere and then moving them again to her backside. Because of the things I had read about a woman's sexuality on the Internet, I steered clear of touching her genitals for the time being.
As we continued to stumble about the room, we knocked over a small table that had a single candle sitting on it. Both the candle and the table's marble top were broke when they hit the ground, but when I stopped kissing her to see what damage we had done, I felt my face being turned back to her before our lips reconnected. She didn't care. The only thing she seemed concerned with was continuing what we were doing until she had satisfied the erotic tension inside her.
With this new seed firmly planted in my mind, I reached down and lifted her skirt up so that I could then insert my hands under her panties and grab hold of her bare behind. For a moment I felt faint as the awareness came that I was actually doing it. I was holding my teacher's backside as our tongues acted like they were playing a redesigned game of Uncle.
With more force than I was aware I had, I ripped the panties from her body and tossed them to the floor, with a single, muffled moan as her only response. Once this had been accomplished, I felt her fingers grabbing at my belt as though they were in a feeding frenzy. The thought that she might have some difficulty accomplishing what she was trying to do disappeared as my belt and then the button of my pants came undone so fast I hadn't even realized that it had happened.
As soon as my pants had fallen down around my ankles, they acted like tied shoestrings as I continued to move. In just seconds I fell forwards past Tammy and held out my hands in time to keep my face or head from hitting the floor. My reaction probably would have been either embarrassment or laughter, but Tammy gave me no time for either.
Suddenly she was down on the floor with me, her upper body laying on mine, our lips and tongues again finding each other. Her hand went into my boxers and fondled me as I held her tightly.
"Ever made love on a hardwood floor?" Tammy asked in what was her first deliberate cessation of the kissing she had started since we'd gotten there.
"No," I replied.
"Well you're going to."
With her panties gone and her vagina accessible because of her skirt, Tammy slid my boxers down and was just getting on top of me when I stopped her.
"Not yet," I said with a grin. "I'm sure you think that because you're older than me that you are going to just rock my world. But it's you whose world is going to be rocked tonight."
And with that, I laid her back gently on the floor and positioned my head between her legs. Her labia were large, and even before I had tasted of her I could smell her scent from several inches away. It was both delightful and different. This was to be the first time I had truly gone down on a woman.
The last time I had done that, with the second girl I had been sexually involved with, I hadn't had a clue as to what I was doing. I had to again turn to the Internet for information about this and that regarding a truly satisfying sexual experience, and armed with the knowledge I had, it remained for me only to exercise my ability to fool her into thinking I had done this many times before. As I had read, confidence is a man's best friend.
I took a few, brief moments to survey what laid before me in between Tammy's spread legs. The lower half of her body was extremely desirable to look at.
Her legs were ever so slightly plump, being neither super model thin nor those of a full-figured woman. Her skin was milky white, and her genitals were very cleanly shaven and sported not one hint of pubic hair. And then there was the scent.
The last time I had gone down on a woman, she had just exited the shower and had no detectable scent between her legs. Since Tammy had gone the entire day without a shower or bath, the scent was very obvious. And yet it was, as I said, very delightful to smell.
I had read on the Internet that the odor of a woman's vagina was just like the taste in that to truly enjoy it required the man doing the smelling and tasting to acquire an enjoyment of it, although some men might find the scent and taste desirable the first time they encountered them. Fortunately for both Tammy and I, Steven Hall was one of those men who found these two things very pleasant on the first go.
Going by what I had read, I moved to kiss and taste her legs, thighs, and the area just above her genitals. This was supposed to cause the woman to experience greater arousal when her vagina and clitoris were deliberately avoided, and I was interested in putting that information to the test.
