I play the whole incident off as a one night stand with the sexiest, strangest woman I ever met. So I feel I do not have to confess. Shit, Kayla is partly to blame. A whole year and I can't get past first base. It's not like I haven't tried. I respect her decision to remain pure until marriage but come on. There are plenty of things you can do without the penetration.
Two nights after Halloween, I have dinner with Kayla and we end up back at her apartment watching a movie. When the make out session starts I get aggressive. I pin her beneath me on the couch. Grinding against her I slide a hand under her shirt to maul a breast. I'm biting her other one through the shirt and it takes a moment to register in my brain that she is telling me to stop.
"Connor!" She screams pushing me off.
"What?" I ask stupidly sitting back on the couch.
"What has got into you?" She accuses.
"I'm sorry babe." Looking away. "Damn it's been a year. I can respect your virginity but....." I trail off.
After a moment of thought she picks up where I left off. "I know you must be frustrated. You have been so patient and understanding." She seems unsure as she continues. "Let's go to my room and I'll make it up to you." I try to hide the hopeful look on my face as I follow her to the bedroom.
"Take off you pants." She orders, closing the door.
I can't get them off fast enough. She can't take her eyes off my erection as she orders me to get on the bed. I lay back and get comfortable. After a year of waiting I think I will explode from the anticipation.
Tentatively, eyes locked on my hard rod she climbs on the bed. I watch her small hands as she works some type of lube into them. I suck in my breath when she slowly reaches out to grip me. I close my eyes as she gets more into it, both hands working my length. Moaning my pleasure I slide a hand up to rub her back. She's no expert but I can tell this is not her first hand job. The way her fingers slip down to massage my balls, and her thumb pays attention to the head.
"Put your mouth on it." I insist. She shoots me a shocked look. "Come on babe." I groan.
I don't think she will but I'm caught up in the moment and it's worth a try. My hand moves up to rub her neck, gently urging her head down. She shakes my hand off, so I let it slide down her back. Astonished I watch as she leans forward and puts her lips around the tip of my cock.
"Oh yeah." It comes out as a slow moan.
I've been waiting for this for so long that the sensation of her sucking on the head of my cock pushes me to the limit. That is when it happens. One of the moments you can't control. It's like slow motion. When the first shot of cum hits her tongue, she pulls back in surprise and the next one splatters her face. I am unable to fully enjoy my orgasm as she jumps up screaming "Oh my god." She runs to the bathroom trying to wipe it out of her eyes. Sighing, I sink back onto the bed listening to her freak out. After a few minutes I get up and pull my pants back on.
"You okay?" I ask knocking on the bathroom door. After a moment it opens. She is drying her face with a towel.
"I knew I shouldn't have let you talk me into it." She accuses.
What! I talked her into it? Sure I made a suggestion but did not force her into anything. "Don't expect that to happen again anytime soon." She says meanly. "You should have told me you were going to cum."
"I didn't have time to. As soon as your mouth...." Trying to explain.
She cuts me off. "Don't say anymore. I don't want to talk about it. We can pretend this didn't happen and go back to the way things were before."
I stand there shocked for a moment before the anger hits me.
"You knew the outcome!" I nearly shout. "Go back? You want me to feel bad about getting off?" Shaking my head in disbelief. "You should be proud that you know how to make me lose control."
"Proud?" She looks at me in disgust. "Oh yeah I'm real proud that my boyfriend sprayed his load all over my face." Her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I stare at her in shock. Could she really be that disgusted by me? I have never had a woman freak out so bad over a little cum. I mean it washes off right?
"This is bullshit." I'm not in the wrong. Even if she is trying to make me feel that way. "Fuck this." I start to leave.
"Connor?" Her voice stops me by the door. "Can't we just go back to the way things were? No pressure?" I give her a stone cold look, grab my jacket and leave.
I am stewing in my thoughts the whole way home. A year. A fucking year I have put in with this.....girl. She is an innocent to get so upset over a shot in the face. Some women like it. If not, they at least know how to pretend. Do I not deserve that much after all this time. Dinners, parents, charity functions. I just keep getting angrier thinking of all the things I've done to please her. She can't even swallow a little cum.
Back at my apartment I grab a beer, roll a joint and plop down on the couch. I finish the beer in a few swallows and slowly work on the other. I turn on the stereo and try to relax. It doesn't even matter what cd is in there. It's Russ' band Pestilent Existence. Letting the music and weed blot out the events of the night. It really only makes me ponder them more. Is Kayla the one for me? That is when there is a knock on the door. My drugged mind takes a moment to register the intrusion. I figure it is Kayla coming to apologize. I don't even look out the peep hole before I open it. My jaw drops in shock to see the Vampire Vixen standing there.
"You going to invite me in?" She asks with a wide grin.
"Of coarse. Come on in." I step aside as she confidently steps in. "Can I offer you anything?"
"Nothing I won't take for myself." She answers as she scans my apartment.
Compared to the place she took me this is a dump. Your image of a twenty four year old man's apartment probably isn't far off. Russ and I are rarely home and our décor is lets say 'thrift store punk.' Mismatched furniture, posters for Russ's band decorate the walls. Art done by, who else but yours truly. Our entertainment system is the only thing state of the art. My whole place could fit into the living room of her apartment. I am slightly embarrassed by the dishes piled all over the bar dividing the living room and kitchen.
I realize I'm still holding the joint. I hold it out to her in offering. Pushing my hand away shaking her head no as she comes up against me. One hand around my waist the other around my head she pulls me down for a deep kiss. All my resistance shatters and I kiss her back eagerly. Arms enfolding her tightly. Her hands move down to push off my pants before I am shoved down on the couch. In the blink of an eye this beautiful woman is kneeling between my thighs.
