As I pulled my car around, I was treated to a wonderful sight after a few minutes of waiting. Jen looked more stunning than I've ever seen her as she walked down the path to my car. She wore a flowing, white dress with thin straps across the shoulders and reached just past her knees. The dress was cut just enough to give the hint of cleavage without having it spill out for all to stare. Her shoes were matching flats, seeming to go with comfort over fashion. The only jewelry she wore was a locket necklace and a small bracelet on her wrist. In her hand, she held a small purse, only big enough to hold the essentials. She wore little makeup, but in my eyes, she didn't need any. What she did have only enhanced her beauty and perfected by the smile she made when she got into the car.
"Did I keep you waiting?" She asked while buckling her seat belt.
"Not at all," I replied. "You look stunning."
She blushed slightly. "Thanks. You look good yourself."
I smiled back and turned my focus to driving us to the theater. It was a quiet ride, both of us clearly too nervous to speak. I tried to drum up conversation to break the silence, but couldn't get my head to think straight. By the time we reached the parking lot, not a word was said and I was sure my anxiety showed. As I turned off the car, I heard a sigh and looked at Jen, who wore a tired smile.
"Ok," she said, shaking her head. "I'm going to nip this in the butt before it gets worse."
"What?" I asked, concerned.
She turned and looked at me. "I know we are both nervous. This is a big step for us and neither of us want to ruin it. But, this awkwardness is dumb. We're both great friends. We both know each other. I don't want tonight to be awkward, even if its new territory. So, how about we just have fun and not worry about it all? No matter what, we will still be friends."
I stared at her for a bit before I laughed with relief. It was exactly what I needed to hear to calm my nerves. "You got a deal."
"Good. Now, come on. We have a movie to see."
For the next few hours, the both of us enjoyed ourselves. We split the bill between us, me buying the tickets and her the food. Then, we sat in the theater, sharing popcorn and drinks while watching Stark and Captain America beat up aliens. We laughed, we gasped, and we relaxed without any of the awkwardness from before. We were both as comfortable as friends with the side of being on a date. When we finally walked out of the theater, we held hands as if it was the most natural thing to us. Instead of going back to the dorms, Jen asked for coffee and I was happy to oblige. I drove us to the local Starbucks where we spent the next hour talking. We talked about classes, home, and aspirations. We talked until our coffee was cold, forgotten between our hands. By the time the store closed, I could see the twinkle in her eye that surely matched mine. Our drive back was silent, but tension filled the air. The best kind.
I don't know what took us. Before the door fully closed, we were all over each other. Our hands roamed the other's body as we kissed deeply. I pinned her against the wall as I held her close, my fingers grasping her firm behind. Her hands snaked their way up the back of my shirt while we got lost in the kiss. Without breaking contact, we swung ourselves to the bed and laid flat on the clean covers. We made out for a while, our lips and tongues dancing constantly.
Then, without warning, she rolled me over and stood on her knees. Carefully, she lifted her dress up and above her head, revealing a matching pair of white underwear. The bra was mostly plain with some lace around the edges and straps while her panties matched with the same amount circling around her waist. As she cast her dress aside, I stopped her before she could reach behind and unhook her bra. Instead, I pulled her down and kissed her once more before I reached for the hooks myself. I watched as the bra slowly fell off her shoulders and revealed her bare chest in all its splendor. She smiled at my expression, knowing I loved the sight.
My hands found her butt once more as she leaned down to continue our kiss. As our tongues danced, I groped and grasped her tightly. I knew my hands were working their magic as I was rewarded with soft moans. She broke the kiss once more to remove my shirt, but I stopped her before she could resume. Without a word, I rolled us over, taking the top position again. She watched with passion and curiosity filled eyes as I slowly slid off her panties. Then, I moved closer with a smile, my arms keeping her locked in place.
With all the sex I've had recently, the one thing I hadn't done was eat a girl out. I was so focused on enjoying myself that I completely forgot. But, I wasn't going to with Jen. I was going to treat her right. My mouth slowly made its way to her pussy, my nose treated to a smell it never knew before. Along the way, I made sure to kiss her thighs in a teasing fashion. When my mouth finally reach it, my tongue reached out and licked it ever so slightly. She jumped slightly, but otherwise remained still. Each consecutive lick created its own jolt until she was whimpering for more. Before she could properly ask, I started to run my tongue up her pussy slowly. I was careful to use the right amount of pressure as my tongue sped up over time. I also made sure to graze her clit from time to time, each causing her to jerk against my arms. Soon, she was moaning loudly while her hands held my head tightly. When her body began to arch, I knew she was close so I doubled my efforts. I could feel her building with each lick I made, moments from her climax. Then, her body froze as the gates of pleasure opened. Her hands tightened on my head and she tried to muffle her screams as she came against my mouth. I felt her squirt on my lips slightly as my tongue continued to lick every drop. When she finally relaxed, I looked up to see her rag dolled on the bed, panting heavily. Slowly, I moved my way upward, kissing her in a line gently as I did until I reached her lips. Not sure if she wanted to taste her juices, though, I kissed her on her cheek lightly and waited for her to recover.
"That is some tongue you have there," she said through her ragged breaths.
"You are the first one to feel it, so I'm glad you enjoyed it," I replied.
She raised her head slightly and kissed my lips. "I certainly did. Now, let me feel that cock of yours."
I hovered over her as she slowly undid my belt and pants. Within seconds, her hand was inside and stroking me slowly. We both sat up and, with one swift motion, she pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees. With a slight adjustment, they were removed all together and I was left kneeling in front of her, her hand still on my member. She quickly moved forward until she was on her stomach with her face right up against it.
"Stay still and let me show you what I can do,"
Smiling, I leaned back on my palms and l enjoyed myself. Slowly, her hand moved up and down my ridged shaft. It would move from the tip to the base, caressing it slightly before changing directions. With her other hand, she massaged my balls lightly, sending shivers up my spine. Her hand stopped at the tip after a few passes and she focused on the underside with her thumb. She rubbed it slowly at the most sensitive spot until she coaxed our a few drops of precum. Her mouth inched closer as her tongue slowly licked up the droplets before she drew out some more. Each time she licked, I moaned while resisting the urge to move my hands. This process repeated a few times before she carefully took the tip between her lips. My moans grew louder as she lapped at the underside of my dick while her lips sucked on the tip. If I didn't have control over my body, I would have cum right there. I watched her eye me while her lips worked their magic, a clear lust in her eyes. Then, with a slight pop, she let go of my dick and raised herself to eye level, her hand still slowly rubbing me.
"I bet you're close," she said with a smile.
