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Ellen By Dirty Dawg
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
"Ellen"
By Dirty Dawg
Standard Disclaimer : Younger man / older woman love
story, all characters of legal and appropriate age.
Only problem some of you might have is that the
'male lead' (haha) is kind of a geeky-whiner-girly-man.
But aside from that, it's a halfway decent story.
At least, I think so.
What happened between David and I...what is still
happening between us, didn't start at a single moment in
time. There were no locked gazes across a crowded room, the
instant spark of attraction that I thought I needed to feel
passion for a man. It was a slow, gradual process, a series
of circumstances and events that forced me to unlearn
everything I thought I knew about men, and to discover new
things about myself and my life almost every day. Even now,
three years later, not a day goes by that I don't learn
something new about David, something new about myself, and
something wonderful and interesting about our life together.
To truly tell this story as it should be told, I must start
at the beginning.
Up until the moment I met David, I thought that a
man was...well, "Manly." Strong. Silent. Brutish, sometimes.
Living his life between his legs. Concerned with only his
own pleasure. Basically a donut-eating, couch-pototato-
sitting, porno-video-watching ball of cholesterol and high
blood pressure waiting for that one special blood clot to
end his so-called life. That, of course, was the result of
being married to Ted, my husband of almost 15 years. Ted and
I had married young; too young, as it turned out. As all
people will, we changed over time, our priorities and
concerns diverging in the face of everyday life. Ted wanted
a wife that would stay at home and cook and make babies. I
wanted children...just not yet. I wanted to explore and
experience what life had to offer, to discover what was out
there for a woman like me: Intelligent, funny...good
looking.
Ok, I admit it. Compared against my peers, I come
out a little, hell a lot! above average in the looks
department. I have naturally blond hair that the stylist
hilights and frosts from time to time, beguiling green eyes,
those classic cheekbones that the writers are always talking
about, and a rather soft, full body that has bumps and
curves in all the right places.
Two years ago, if you'd asked me that question, I
would have said that I was 'ordinary,' or 'plain-looking',
or on my best days, 'not that bad looking.' That was because
of Ted, who took great pains to point out to me what a huge
favor he had done by marrying me. Seems that I just didn't
have that certain something, or so he said, that made men
want to be with me. I felt unnattractive and undesirable.
David changed all that.
What happened was that the recession hit, and I had
to get a job. I took stock of my education and experience
and realized that I probably would only be able to get a job
as a clerk or something like that. I took a job with a local
multimedia production company, working as a combination
receptionist/clerk/typist. David was a programmer assigned
to the television and movie unit, writing programs to do
sprite and raster animation. I didn't meet David until my
second week there, when he phased in during normal working
hours.
David, like most programmers, ran on a constantly
shifting cycle. He would work bizzare hours, somtimes days
at a stretch, then take a week off to let his body adjust.
He liked working nights, when it was quiet and desolate,
because he wouldn't be disturbed by phone calls and stupid
questions.
David HATES stupid questions.
I was wearing this little headset, taking calls,
when this tall, gangly man-boy walked into the office. At
first glance, he seemed very young, probably still a
teenager. His soft brown eyes were hidden behind rimless
glasses, and he smiled shyly at me until I got off the
phone.
"I'm David," he said. "I work in the TV unit. I just
wanted to introduce myself." He shook my hand, and I was
struck by how...gentle his touch was. Most men grab my hand
as if to crush it, or hold it like a complete pansy, as if
afraid I'm a porcelin doll that's going to break. David's
grip was firm but gentle. He turned and walked away, back
into his office, and I returned to my calls.
The funny thing was, I wasn't attracted to David at
that time. He wasn't my type. I like, much to my own dismay,
strong, in-control type men, men that know what they want,
and aren't afraid to go after it. David struck me as...well,
kind of a wimp. A nebbish. The typical computer nerd...
Except for his incredibly dark, soft brown eyes.
They seemed so dark they were almost black. It was hard to
tell where his pupil ended and his iris began. David and I
didn't have much contact for about three months. He would
smile at me as he came and left, and I would return the
smile. That was the complet extent of our relationhip.
Little did I know that David had fallen quietly,
desperately in love with me the first time he'd seen me, and
noting the wedding ring on my finger had chosen to nurse his
secret passions without informing me. He confided his
feelings to a co-worker, making him promise to keep the
secret. As I could have told David, the man broke his word,
told his secretary, thinking that it was 'cute' that the
'kid' had a crush on 'the old broad.' His secretary, being
of the blonde-bubble-headed variety, (I found her staring at
a bottle of OJ one morning, and then saw the label:
CONCENTRATE...if that gives you any idea...) told her
friends, and it was like that old Breck commercial: She told
two friends, and so on and so on.
One of the more vicious gossips, a woman who loved
telling people what other people were saying about them,
came up to me and informed me that the 'kid' had a crush on
me. That he thought he was in love. I thanked her for that
little bit of information, and went on with my life.
But the thought persisted. David...in love with me?
How could that be? He didn't even *know* me. How on Earth...
? A small thought started at the back of my brain, so small
it didn't even have a voice yet. My husband had made it
clear that he was going to have affairs whether I liked it
or not, and more than once I'd sensed another woman on him.
My husband had also made it clear that he didn't find me
attractive anymore. I couldn't remember the last time I'd
made love, and was frankly pretty hungry for the touch of
another human being. And David was in love with me.
The thought grew, slowly, over hours and days and
weeks. On the one side, the thought of a torrid, illicit
affair with a younger man was strangely exciting and
exhilerating. The thought of giving myself to this young
man, of letting him uncover and reveal the secrets of my
body and soul turned me on like nothing else had in a long,
long time. But, on the other hand, it would be wrong to
encourage David, to lead him on, to let him believe that
there could be a future for us, that I would divorce my
husband for him. After all, as much as I hated to admit it
to myself, I'd taken those vows seriously. To Death Us Do
Part.
But I couldn't shake the mental image of David's
soft, brown eyes taking in my naked body as I undressed for
him that first, special time. Watching his eyes widen, his
pupils dialating with passion as I revealed my creamy
breasts to him. Feeling my own nipples harden in arousal as
I saw him gaze at me and lick his lips in Pavlovian
anticipation...
Then the Gods handed me a present for which I will
always be grateful. Ted came home one night and announced
that he wanted a divorce, that he had met the woman of his
dreams. I discovered that the woman of his dreams was a 19-
year old areobics instructor with a body by Fisher and mind
by...if not Matell, then Ronco. She was the single dumbest
woman I have ever met in my life. If someone said, "Look at
the dead bird!" this bimbo would look up in the sky and say,
"Where?"
I gave Ted my blessings, my consent, and 1/3 of our
marital property. I got the house and the new car and
something I hadn't had in a very long time: Freedom. Freedom
to live my life the way I'd been aching to for so, so long.
First on that agenda, of course, was David.
I bided my time, waiting for one month to pass after
the divorce was final. Then I decided to make the first
move. Walking into David's office one afternoon, I spied him
working on the keyboard, jacked in and punching deck. He was
gone, far gone into the bits and bytes of the system. I had
to cough twice to get his attention.
"Oh," he said, smiling, "I'm sorry. I didn't know
you were there. What can I do for you, Ellen?"
"What are doing after work today?" I asked brightly.
"Uh...nothing. What's up?"
I took a deep breath. "Would you like to have a
drink down at O'Mally's?"
He thought for a moment. "Uh...sure. The gang
decided to go out, huh? Who else is going to be there?"
My weight slid onto one hip. "Just you and me,
David."
His expression was one of confusion, and then he
brightened. "Oh. I get it. Meeting someone, huh? You talked
to Sherry, right? Sure, no problem. If your date starts
giving you any trouble, just signal me, and I'll take it
from there."
Now I was confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Uh...Sherry had this blind date with some dude, and
wanted someone there in case things didn't go well. She
asked me to pretend that I was her brother, and if things
got strange, she would signal me, and I'd move in. I thought
that's what you..."
"No, David," I said, shaking my head. "You don't
understand. I'm asking you out. I want to go have a drink
with you. Just me and you, David. No brothers, no blind
dates...no one else but me and you."
There was a long, long pause, and then David said,
simply, "Oh."
"Is that a problem?" I was becoming rapidly annoyed.
"No. No problem. Not at all. It's just that...um...
why?"
"Why what?" I snapped.
"Why...me?"
That was it. His entire attitude was annoying and
confusing. "Oh, forget it!" I snapped. I turned and stalked
out of there, angry at myself for believing that a younger
man would want me, angry at him for not jumping at an
opportunity that had taken me weeks to work up the nerve to
offer him, angry at Ted for putting me in this pos-
"Ellen?"
I turned at the door. "What?"
He stood and walked over to where I was standing. He
looked so...lost, so unsure. The maternal instincts in me
gushed out, and I wanted to hold him.
"Please understand Ellen...no one has ever...asked
me out before. I don't know...what to do." He drew himself
up, some internal switch closing, some personal decision
made. "I'd very much enjoy having a drink with you, Ellen."
"Fine," I said slowly. "Meet me at O'Mally's at six-
thirty. And David?"
"Yes?"
"Please...don't mention this to anyone else. It's
not usually a good idea to date people you work with, and I
would hate for this to get around." He nodded thoughtfully
and went back to his desk. I returned to the front and
continued answering phones. The clock seemed to crawl
towards five, and every moment seemed like a thousand.
I had to use the restroom, and I passed by David's
office on the way. When David was at work, he was usually AT
WORK. Jacked in, punching deck, riding the electronic waves
as a byteSurfer. As I passed his office, I found him sitting
in front of the computer, his hands still, fingers on his
lips, staring at his screen...but not seeing it. His eyes
were far away, and I could see the...concern on his face.
And then the fear. And then his features went...slack, I
guess is the only word, and he shook his head and turned
away. When his face returned to my line of sight, I was
absolutely shocked to see the beginnings of tears at the
corner of his eyes. He dropped his face into one hand and
began massaging his temples. Suddenely aware that I could be
seen at any moment, I hurried to the bathroom, wondering
what I had just witnessed.
David met me at the bar right on time. I'd arrived a
few minutes before him and had obtained a booth. I was
nursing my first drink when David slid in across from me and
gave me what can only be described as an agonized smile.
"Thanks for coming," I said, not sure how to even
start this conversation. It had been almost two decades
since I'd had to date, and wasn't sure what the rules were.
I remembered reading something about the sexual revolution,
but apparantly, I'd been in the Indiana National Guard of
sexual battalions, and hadn't been called to serve. I'd had
basic training, a little advanced work, but no in-the-
trenches work for a long time.
David didn't answer, just nodding and signalling for
a waiter. He took David's drink order and vanished, leaving
the two of us alone, silent with our thoughts.
"So," I finally said. "How long have you been with
CyberDyne?"
"Since college," he said. "About five years." That
would put him at about 26, maybe 27. Thirteen years younger
than YOU, my brain quietly announced.
A slow song came on the jukebox, and I dragged a
faintly protesting David to the dance floor. Truth be told,
I wanted someone to touch me, to hold me, and this seemed a
nice, socially acceptable way to accomplish that.
David held me in his arms a littl stiffly at first,
and as the music took hold, I started to draw his body
against mine. He resisted, and when I finally managed to
press against him, it was like dancing with a board.
The song ended, and we wound up back at the table.
We finished our drinks, signalled for another round, and
waited. He couldn't even look at me. I wondered if the
company gossip had misinformed me; David was not acting like
a man secretly in love with me. Not at all.
Unless, my mind suddenely said, he's a man who is
secretly in love with you, who has never dated once in his
life. That would put his emotional/social development
somewhere around high school...which was exactly how David
was acting. Like this was a painful high school date.
It all clicked.
"Do you mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure," he said, immediately blushing.
"You...haven't dated much, have you?"
"Oh...once or twice. Not a lot."
"Is that why you were so stiff out there?"
His face turned away swiftly, and I thought I saw
something flash across his features. "Uh...no."
I took his hand in mine and gently stroked it. "Tell
me, David... something is bothering you. I can feel it."
"Uh..." He had trouble holding my gaze, but I
waited, patiently. "I'm not a great dancer...I...I don't
like getting too close to people."
"Why not?"
"Um...when I was in college, I got kind of drunk at
a party once. I asked this girl to dance, and she said that
she didn't want me touching her, that I grossed her out.
Then, about two months later, I was walking behind this
woman on the Quad. She slipped, and started to fall back. I
caught her, and she was fine until...she saw it was me. She.
..screamed at me not to touch her, that she would rather
have fallen down than have my hands on...than have me touch
her." He finished in a rush and looked away. Talking more to
the dance floor than to me, he said, "So...I've always kind
of thought that...people...women...didn't want me to touch
them, so I... don't. I try and keep as far away as possible
so I don't...offend. I don't want to...gross anyone out.
Don't want to repulse them."
I stared at him in amazement. This couldn't be true.
David was by no means drop-dead gorgeous, but he was also
not unattractive. He was just...shy, bookish. Perhaps a
little too smart for his own good. He probably knew things..
.did things...that other people didn't understand. He was...
different, that was all. Not bad, necessarily, just...
different.
"David," I finally whispered. "Let me make one thing
perfectly clear." He was still looking at the dance floor. I
grabbed his chin between my fingers and turned him to face
me. "Look at me. I...very much...want you to touch me. When
I dance with someone, I want to feel their body against
mine. I want...to feel your arms around me. Can we try
again?"
Nodding silently, as if afraid to speak, David
agreed. We moved to the dance floor, and this time, when I
drew him against me, he came. I felt the gentle pressure of
his chest against my breasts, the warm strength in his arms
as he drew me closer. We swayed gently to the music, finding
our personal rythm. My hand was flat against his chest, my
face right next to it. I closed my eyes, and the music
continued, filling the empty spaces between us, bringing us
closer and closer together.
When the song finally stopped, we pulled apart and
looked at each other. David was flushing, slightly
embarrased, and I knew why. I'd felt his erection pressing
against my belly as we'd danced, and I'd been secretly a
little excited myself that he felt that way about me. His
desire was obvious, but I still wasn't clear if it was for
me, Ellen, as a person, or for me, Ellen as a woman...a
woman who wanted him to touch her.
I decided that it didn't matter. Listening to my
husband tell me for so many years that I wasn't exciting and
attractive, having a man next to me, obviously attracted and
turned on, was a novel and exhilerating experience, one I
intended to draw out and savor as much as I could.
We returned to the table and had a few more drinks,
and then danced some more. As the night wore on, the dances
became slowly more sensual. It was dark outside, the sun
having set hours ago, and David and I were slowly swaying to
the music, our bodies pressed tightly against each other.
I lifted my head and David smiled down at me,
happiness written all over his features. Impulsively, I
leaned up and kissed him, a quick peck really, and then
returned my head to his chest. I felt his hands tighten
around my back, and I shivered in pleasure.
I asked David to take me home, and he agreed. The
computer business had been nice to David, as evidenced by
the brand-new Nissan PathFinder he was driving. We climbed
into his truck, and he drove me home. I'd already made up my
mind to make love to David, but wasn't sure how to make this
happen; after all, I was used to being seduced, not the
other way around.
Inviting David in for a quick drink, I was thrilled
when he only paused for a second before accepting. I took
him into the house and stowed him on the couch, ducking into
the bathroom to quickly check my hair and makeup. I tried to
remember if my bedroom was passable, and decided that if it
wasn't, the couch would do fine.
David was sitting exactly where I'd left him, in the
same precise position. He hadn't moved an inch. I made us
drinks and brought them over to him, sitting down next to
him, but not too close. We clinked glasses softly and sipped
once. Taking David's glass from his hand, I set it down on
the coffee table (screw the coasters! I thought) and turned
to face him.
The room was very, very quiet. The sound of the
crickets outside the window was the only break in the
silence. David's soft, brown eyes locked with mine, and I
moved my face a fraction of an inch towards his. He moved
too, a fraction closer. Slowly, with the inevability of the
sun rising, we approached each other. I could smell him, his
masculine scent, feel his hot breath on my face...and I
started getting seriously excited.
We kissed each other for the first time. His lips
were soft and warm. My head twisted for another angle,
kissing him again, just as softly. I could feel him leaning
towards me, into me, and I opened my mouth to moan with
arousal.
David pulled back as if he'd been shocked.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, worry all over his face.
I had to struggle not to laugh. I wasn't laughing at him...
but it was funny and touching in a...well, sad kind of way.
"You've never...necked?" I asked, and I saw the
shame and embarrasment flood across his face.
"No. There weren't any girls who...wanted......" And
at that moment, I flashed back to when I'd found David in
his office, near tears, rubbing his temples. I knew that he
had thought, then at least, that regardless of his feelings
for me, that I would never want him.
That no woman would ever want him. That he was
somehow...not enough. Not handsome enough. Not sexy enough.
Not successful enough. Whatever the woman of the moment was
looking for, he would just not...be enough.
I took his face in my hands and turned him back to
me, urgently, hungrily kissing his mouth, letting my tongue
play across his lips. "So," I said, pulling away, still
stroking his strong jaw with one finger, "you are...?"
"A virgin," he confirmed. "In every sense of the
word."
"You've never...anything?"
He giggled suddenely. "This," he said, taking a deep
breath, "is the furthest I've ever been with a girl. I mean.
..I've read, and I've seen movies and stuff like that...lots
of emprical data, but no real lab work." He smiled at his
own joke.
He lay back, resting his head on the back of the
couch. I lay against him, my head once again on his chest,
my hand rubbing his pecs through the blue oxford he wore.
Jesus! I thought. A completely unspoiled virgin.
Unsullied. Mine to do with as I please. To teach and
instruct on the ways of adult phyiscal love. This was going
to be *great*!
"David," I whispered. "I don't know quite how to say
this." I paused, and he waited for me to continue. "Those
women at college were... bitches. They shouldn't have said
what they said. I know this, because I very much want you to
touch me, David. Since Ted and I divorced, and long before
that, I've been very lonely. Unsure of myself, of my
attractiveness. As a woman."
David laughed, his chest undulating with his mirth.
"Don't worry about that, Ellen. You're gorgeous!" Just the
way he said it sent a flood of pleasure and pride through my
body.
"Thank you," I said sincerely, hugging his chest. "I
want to...be with you David. What do you think of that? You
and I...together...in bed?"
There was a very long pause. Finally he said,
"You'll have to show me. I'm...not sure what to do...
exactly. I mean, I'm familier with the theory and all that..
.it's just that you'll have to tell me when I'm doing
something wrong, or too fast or whatever." I smiled, not
only at his words, but becuase the anticipation of being
with me had started a rather interesting effect in his
pants, an effect that I was now witnessing.
Twisting in his arms, I reached out and caressed his
face. "I want you to understand that I don't do this with
just anyone. You will be the second man that I have ever
made love to." He blushed at the words 'make love,' and I
remember someone saying that a man who can still blush about
sex is the best lover, because he understands how special
and personal it still is.
David nodded and kissed me, softly. We pulled apart,
foreheads touching. "We don't have to do this tonight, I
know that. I want you to be comfor-"
"David," I said. "Shut up!" Standing, I held my hand
out, and he took it, standing to follow me into my bedroom.
I closed the door to the outside world and turned to face my
new lover. He was staring at me, this hilarious dreamy
expression on his face.
I stepped up next to him and slung my arms around
his neck. We kissed, his hands at the small of my back. I
opened my mouth and slowly let my tongue ease its way into
his mouth, finding his tongue and touching it, teasing it
with my own. I pulled my tongue back, and he follwed it with
his own, understanding what was happening. We did that for a
few minutes, letting the hunger and the passion grow and
feed upon itself. I reached behind me and took one of his
hands, placing it on my buttock. David's hand closed around
my cheek, and he gasped into my mouth, feeling my soft,
resliant flesh under his touch.
David's other hand dropped, of its own volition, to
my other cheek, and he drew me against him, pressing my body
to his, letting his chest flatten and press against my
breasts.
The kiss gained heat, and my hands came to his face,
holding his cheeks in my own palms, guiding him. His lips
worked hungrily against mine, and I felt and heard him moan
into my throat, once...twice. Reaching behind me again, I
grabbed one of David's hands and lifted it to my left
breast, placing his fingers around it. He felt and tested
the heft and weight of my tit, his fingers slowly tightening
his grip. His touch was so...hungry, I decided. Desperate
for human contact, for connection. I had no doubt that
tonight was going to be the most passionate and romantic
night of my life.
Stepping back, I smiled my secret little smile at
him and turned around. "Unzip me," I said, lifing my hair
away from my neck. David's fumbling fingers found the tab
and slid it down, the soft metallic 'snick' sound filling
the room. I was reminded of Christmas morning, of finding
brightly wrapped presents under a lighted tree, of the joy
of opening new boxes, finding new toys and playing with
them. David's warm, soft hands caressed my back, from my
neck to the top of my buttocks, where my panties started.
I felt his breath on my skin, and he kissed my
spine. I shivered and turned around again, losing myself in
another passionate kiss. David returned to the one-hand-on-
the-breast-and-one-hand-on-my-ass thing, and I knew that I
really had to tell him what to do, to show him how to make
love to me.
"Undress me," I said softly. "Make me naked for you.
Explore my body. Find its secrets!" David looked at me for a
second, his smile wide and boyish. His hands came up to my
neck and slid the dress off my shoulders. It fell to my
waist, and David saw my bra-covered breasts, my aroused,
itchy nipples pushing two hot points through the cups. Like
most men, David was fascinated by my breasts, and dropped
his head for a closer look.
He kissed one, his hot breath almost stinging me
through the silk of my bra. "Use your tongue," I said. "Lick
my nipple." He did as I told him and softly, gently licked
at me through my bra. My fingers were in his hair, pulling
his head to me as I arched my neck and shivered. His
patience and understanding were sooo arousing!
Moving to the other breast, David repeated his
actions from the first, blowing and kissing and then gently
licking my nipple. He backed away from me, grasping the
dress at the waist, and slowly slid it over my gently
flaring hips. It slid to the floor, and I stepped out of it,
clad in only a bra, panties, and heels. I reached down,
supporting myself on his shoulder, and undid the straps on
my heels and kicked them away.
I straightened up and basked in David's glow. His
eyes were wide with wonderment as he took in my scantily-
clad form. I could feel the arousal building in me; David
looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the
entire world. And at that moment, that's exactly what I felt
like. The definition of female perfection.
"Now you," I whispered. David was wearing a shirt,
tie and slacks. I stepped in close to him and worked the
knot on his tie, kissing his chin as I worked. The tie came
loose and I slid it out from under his color, loving the
slick, silky 'hsss' sound it made. I tossed the tie over my
shoulder and bent to his buttons, working them quickly. I
parted the shirt and gasped. David had a wonderful body! His
muscles were clearly defined, a light sprinkling of dark
brown hair, hair that matched the curly mop on his head,
covering his pecs and leading down to his navel.
I parted the shirt even more, sliding it off his
arms. I kissed his chest, right between his nipples, using
an opened-mouth kiss that let me taste his hot skin. He
smelled wonderful...manly. My hand came up and grasped his
breast the same way he had mine, and I thumbed his nipple.
He gasped.
I giggled. "Didn't know your own were as sensitive
as mine, didya?" He just moaned as I continued to work his
breast. My hands dropped to his belt as I continued to kiss
and lick his chest. The belt came open under my fingers, and
I slid it out from the loops, tossing it over my shoulder to
join David's tie in a crumpled heap in the corner. The snap
of his pants was next, and then my fingers worked his
zipper. It was...hard...going for a second as the zipper had
to climb this little...mountain. David's pants fell, and he
stepped out of them, having kicked off his shoes moments
ago.
David and I stood, kissing each other, he in socks
and boxers, I in bra and panties. We just stood and enjoyed
each other's bodies for a few moments, David's hairy chest,
scratching against my sensitive breasts and abdomen. He was
so warm against me that I never wanted this to stop.
Finally, I whispered, "Take off my bra..." David's
hands ascended to the back of my bra, and he fumbled with
the catch. I smiled into his chest and let him work; like
all young men encountering this problem, he would have to
learn how to do it. I turned, so he could see what he was
doing, and felt the sudden release of the elastic. David's
fingers crept up to my shoulders, sliding the straps down my
arms. I felt the bra fall away, my heavy, full breasts
settling against my chest.
David's eyes were as big as saucers. I tried not to
laugh, but couldn't help it. "You look like someone who just
found religion!" I teased.
"Well then," he said back, "let me kneel and
worship!" And his mouth closed around my naked breast for
the first time. The pleasure shot straight to my brain, and
to my crotch. I felt myself moistening even more, getting
ready for his penetration. That was going to be special,
wonderful.
But as I was going to teach David, getting there was
half the fun. Yes, he would discover that there were times
when hunger and passion overtook you, that there were times
when it was more fun and more desirable to just loose your
clothes as fast as you could and start humping like lust-
crazed weasals. But this first time, this most important
time, it was going to be slow and romantic and special.
David worked my breasts slowly, gently, lovingly. He
kissed and licked and sucked. "Bite my nipples gently,
David. Just use your teeth a little, honey." His sharp,
white teeth closed around one nipple, tugging at it, and I
gasped. It felt sooo good to have someone's hands on me
again, touching me, making me feel loved and wanted and
desired.
David buried his face between my breasts, his arms
around around my back. He sat down on my bed and drew me to
him, softly kissing and licking the sides of both breasts as
his hands found my buttocks again and grasped them through
my panties.
David's cock was poking at his boxers. I reached
down and found it, moving my hand around inside his shorts.
I brought it out into the air and slowly fisted it. David
shook and held me tighter.
"Don't....if you don't want me to..."
I stopped, instead kneeling before him. "David...
there's something you need to know. Certain women like to do
certain things more than other women. Part of the fun of
being with a new lover for the first time is disovering all
those things about each other. I like to...give head. Do you
know what that means?"
"Yes, Ellen," he laughed. "I know what that means."
"How do you feel about that?"
"Ellen, if you put my cock in your mouth, you're
going to get a huge surprise!"
"Goody!" I giggled, clapping my hands together.
David stood, reaching down and losing his socks, then
yanking his shorts down and kicking them away. His cock
bobbed in my face and I licked my lips, already anticipating
his hot meat in my mouth. The one good thing that Ted had
done (ok..one of the good thingS that he had done,) was turn
me onto cocksucking. Until he'd started to drift, I'd loved
taking Ted's cock into my mouth and licking and sucking for
hours.
Now...it was David's turn to enjoy the beneifts of
that labor. This first one was going to be fast, I knew, but
that would make it all the more interesting, and have the
added benefit of making other, more pleasurable actions last
longer.
David sat back on the bed and spread his hairy
thighs, his cock wiggling in anticipation. I moved slowly,
wanting it to last for him, wanting him to enjoy it as much
as I knew I was going to. From several inches away I began
to blow on his cock, the hot air from between my pursed lips
tickling his throbbing meat. David just grinned at me, and I
swear I could see his cock getting harder before my very
eyes.
"You know, " I whispered, moving my mouth ever
closer to his meat, "some people think that it's very sexy
to cum in a woman's mouth. Do you agree with that, David?"
He grunted and hunched his hips at me face, apparantly eager
to experience that little treat. Opening my mouth, I used my
pink, moist tongue to lightly lick his cockhead with a
circular swipe. Slurp! Moving my face in closer, I blew on
his balls and cock again, taking the chance and licking his
balls, too. Then I had a sudden inspiration. I would finish
him, quickly this first time, and then give him the blowjob
of his life to get him ready to fuck my leaking, needy
pussy.
"Hold on, lover," I growled, taking his cock with my
hand. Opening my mouth, I swallowed his cock with a single
lurch of my head, bathing the hot, hard meat with my tongue,
sucking with my cheeks and throat.
"Oh my God!" David cried, his legs and stomach
muscles contracting, making him do a sit-up with my mouth in
his crotch. "Ellen! My God!" His hands were in my hair. My
hand was around his scrotum, and I jiggled, once.
That was all it took. David grunted, screamed, and
then erupted, shooting what seriously felt like half a pint
of warm, creamy cum into my sucking mouth. I greedily sucked
and swallowed, not wanting a drop to escape. His load was
warm and creamy and delicious, and I wanted every goddamn
bit of it in my stomach.
As David slowlly ebbed in my mouth, I renewed my
attack, eager to keep him hard and throbbing. My slick,
moist mouth moved smoothly up and down David's cock,
lubricating it with my glistening saliva. My hands worked at
his balls, pulling and tugging at them. More than once I
popped David's cock out of my mouth and worked my way down,
sucking first one, then the other, warm, hairy testicle into
my mouth to lick and suck. As I licked and mouthed his
balls, I continually jacked David's cock, feeling my own
saliva oozing through my fingers. David's hands were by his
sides, and I took one of his hands in mine and put it on my
breast. Closing his fingers around my tit, David started
stroking and playing with my nipple as I sucked his dick.
David finally pulled me off his cock and into his
arms. We kissed, my cum-slick mouth meshing with his. I
found it highly erotic that David didn't try and wipe my
mouth or make me brush my teeth or something juvinile and
stupid like Ted had. David not only didn't mind the taste of
himself on my lips and in my mouth, but seemed eager to find
more of his own taste inside me.
Falling back against the bed, I pulled David on top
of me. We kissed and gently stroked for a long time, and I
could feel his hot hardness pressed against my belly between
us. He was drooling precum onto my stomach, and I wanted
very badly to feel him inside of me.
"Now you," David said, slowly moving his way down.
"But you'll have to tell me what to do!"
"I thought you watched movies!" I kidded. He nodded,
his face suddenely serious. "Tell you what," he said, "I'll
do what I think is right, and you just...correct me if I go
astray. How about that?"
Breathing heavily with arousal, I just nodded
silently. David spread my legs and took a long few seconds
just staring at my molten center. The hair was matted and
slick with my juices, and I suddenely worried that David was
one of those men that found the sight of a moist, open
vagina distasting. I needn't have worried. He was just
getting his bearings.
Leaning in, David kised my pubic mound, and then
burrowed lower. His nose tickling my clit a little, his
tounge reaching out and tasting me softly.
"Well...what do you think?"
"Jasmine," he whispered, trying another small,
tenative taste.
"Do you know where my clit is?" I asked. A second
later I felt his lips close around it, sending sparks of
pleasure up and down my spine.
"That it?" he teased.
"Smart ass," I said, hunching my hips into his face.
Slowly at first, and then faster as he gained confidence,
David began to eat my pussy. He wasn't the best slit-licker
in the business, but he showed promise, and more important
than that, he showed determination and enthusiasam. With
time, and patience, and lots of experience (which I knew I
was going to be more than happy to provide,) he would turn
out great.
He worked me slowly, and then steadily faster as I
coached him, wriggling his tongue inside me, teasing the
walls of my slit with his tongue, drinking more and more of
my juices with every second.
At my request, he inserted first one, and then
another finger inside me.
"You're so hot...and wet." He said, and then added,
"...and *tight*!" He looked down at his own cock, and I knew
what he was thinking, and tried hard to stifle the laugh.
"Are you sure...it's going to fit?" he asked, the expression
on his face priceless.
"Don't forget," I said, choking back my laughter, "a
baby comes out of there, too! If he can fit, I'm sure you
can to! Now...lick my clitty a little more...oh, yeah.
That's it. Now, David, darling...start with your...that's
right, use your fingers...ahh....now, take it all together
and just...." I dissolved into orgasm as David finished me
off that first time, his fingers and mouth and tongue
working in concert to send me to the heights of pleasure. My
thighs clamped around his face, and then fell apart,
spreading myself lewdly for him as I shamelessly ground my
overflowing slot into his face. David licked and sucked like
a trooper, making sure he got as much of me as was possible.
Finally, I shuddered and started sliding back down
into normal time and space. David was still kneeling between
my wantonly-spread thighs, licking at his lips, smiling at
me, those huge brown eyes locking with mine as I sat up on
my elbows.
"Ready for the main event, tiger?" I asked, waggling
my eyebrows at him. He just nodded shyly and got up between
my legs. I grabbed a couple of pillows and jammed them under
my ass, lifting my sex to give him a better angle.
"Slow and easy, pal. At first." David searched for
my hole with the head of his cock, and I put my hand down,
grasping him, guiding his throbbing length to the entrance
of my soul. He gasped as his cockhead rubbed against my
moist lips, and I set him in place. "Give me some," I
grunted, eager to feel him inside me.
David moved foward slightly, and the first inch
popped inside. His face screwed up in mask of intense
concentration, and then I felt another inch. And then
another. Slowly, agonizing us both, David filled me with his
cock. He was sweating and gasping, fighting not to cum as my
cunt collapsed around him, squeezing and milking him.
"This...is....incredible!" he gasped, supporting his
weight on his hands as he peered down to where our bodies
were joined.
"David," I said, "Please fuck me. Move inside me,
David. Give me your dick! Fuck me!" He withdrew and then
entered me again, a little faster this time. I grabbed his
ass with my hands, feeling his tight, hairy buns under my
fingers, and started pulling to me. David got the idea and
began speeding up, feeding me his cock in faster and faster
strokes. Within thirty seconds he was fucking like an old
pro, slamming his dick into me as I wailed and cried with
pleasure. His cock was so hot and so hard, and it thrilled
me to know that I was his first woman, his first lover...his
first fuck.
David collapsed on top of me, one mouth covering a
breast as his hips continued to pound me. He started a low
keening wail, and I knew he was close. Grabbing his head, I
lifted it off my breast and brought his mouth to mine. We
were locked in passionate, tongue-twisting kiss when he
shouted into my mouth and blew, the spunk eruprting from the
tip of his dick, splattering cum against the walls of my
twat. I felt every spurt hitting me, coating me, covering
the inside of my body with his precious pearly load. My legs
closed around his waist, drawing him deeper, wanting every
single drop of him inside me.
David still hunched against me, rubbing my clit with
his pubic hair. I groaned into his mouth this time, the
sensations finally overloading my already passion-addled
brain, and I came along with him, my pussy spasming around
his cock, milking him with my satiny walls.
Gasping, we parted, David still inside me but
shrinking. He kissed my face and my ears and my mouth and my
neck, still breathing heavily.
"Well?" I managed to ask. "What did you think?"
"I...love it!" he said. "I...want to do it again!"
David looked a question at me, and I just smiled and nodded.
"Just wait, David my love. Just wait until I teach you all
about love."
David and I dozed for a while, our bodies
comfortably intertwined. I had my head on his chest, and was
lazily running my fingers through his chest hair, idily
stroking his nipples. David was stroking the hair on my
head, and kissing the top of my head from time to time. We
slept until early the next morning, and woke just as the sun
was coming up. I disengaged myself from David, who was still
drifting in and out, and donned a robe, heading towards the
kitchen.
I was making coffee when David entered the kitchen,
wearing a pair of track shorts that Ted had left behind. His
hair was a mess, but his lazy smile was in place, as were
his glasses. He gave me a sleepy grin and kissed me softly
on the mouth.
"Good morning," he said softly. I smiled and kissed
him back. "Good morning."
We sat at the table and silently drank our coffee.
David's eyes were all over me, quietly undressing me with
his gaze. Flustered, I stood and walked to the sink, looking
through the window at the early morning sunshine. I sensed,
rather than felt, David behind me. His hands came down on my
shoulders, and I had to fight not to turn and rape the poor
boy right there. I needn't have worried, though, because
David had the same thing on his mind that I did on mine.
His mouth found my neck, and he kissed me gently
there. I purred and moved back against him, feeling his arms
encircle my waist. One of his warm hands insuated itself
inside my robe, and moved up to cup one heavy breast in his
fingers.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered in my ear. I
could feel myself moistening again, and wanted him
desperately. I decided to wait a little longer.
"David," I said turning in his arms, "I'm going to
go take a bath now." Seeing the crestfallen expression on
his face, I added, "Stick around. We've got the whole
weekend together...if you want to." He nodded like an eager
puppy, and I left him at the sink as I went to take my bath.
A long, hot bath always made me feel sexy, and having my
young lover in the house only added to that feeling. I ran
the water and added some bubblebath, and then shed my robe
and climbed in, letting the warm, soothing water envelope my
body in its slick embrace.
I was lying back, just enjoying the feel of the
bath, when David entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet.
He'd added a sweatshirt to his clothing, and was just
sitting and quietly watching me. The silence grew and
stretched.
"What?" I finally asked.
"Nothing," he said. "I just...like watching you.
Your body." I smiled at him, wondering if he knew what
effect his words were having. My ego had been bruised by the
divorce, and it was thrilling to know that David found me
attractive. I sat up in the tub, David's eyes zeroing in my
soapy, bouncing tits. I reached under the surface of the
water and found my washcloth. Handing it to David with a bar
of soap, I asked, "Wash me?"
Nodding eagerly, David got down on his knees beside
the tub. I turned sideways and presented him with my back.
"I've never done this before," he said.
"You've never taken a bath?" I asked.
Laughing, he responded, "No. Of course I have taken
a bath. I've just never *given* one, that's all."
"David, " I said patiently. "I'm not made of china.
Wash me like you'd wash yourself. Just...do it a little more
slowly, and pay attention to detail, that's all." David
didn't say anything, and then I felt the damp cloth against
my neck. He worked slowly, methodically, washing my
shoulders and upper back. Then my neck and throat, always
using lots of soap and water, moving slowly and sensously.
When he came to my breasts, I shivered as his touch. His
hands were gentle and soft and soothing. He covered each
breast with soapy water, bringing my nipples to hot, hard
points as he cleaned them.
Leaning back, I pressed my wet head against David's
crotch, and felt his erection pressing against the shorts. I
stood in the tub, taking David with me, and turned to face
him. His expression was priceless. I looked at my body, and
then at him, and had to smile.
The water was running off me in rivulated. My legs
and crotch were soapy with bubble bath, and my slick, soapy
tits looked very inviting indeed. I pulled David against me
by his shirt, using an open-mouthed kiss to convey my
excitement. Reaching out and grabbing the hem of his
sweatshirt, I lifted it up and off his body, tossing it into
the corner. David took his cue from me, hooking his thumbs
into his shorts and peeling them off his hips and down his
legs. He was erect, his hard cock bobbing with his motions.
Stepping into the tub with me, David resumed washing
me, concentrating on my legs. He worked his way up past my
knees, heading for my crotch. His head moved as if to kiss
me there, and I stopped him.
"No. Not yet. Just enjoy the tease, David. Enjoy the
anticipation. When we're done in here...we'll go back to
bed. I want you to explore my body. Get to know it. Every
inch of it." He just nodded, and returned to his washing.
Turning me around, David applied the washcloth to my
buttocks, getting them soapy and then clean, using handfulls
of water to wash the soap away. His hand, covered by the
washcloth, glided between the cheeks of my ass, and I
shivered at the intimate touch.
"Now you," I said, taking the washcloth from his
hands. I started as his ankles and worked slowly upwards,
letting David look at my body as I worked. My round, soft
breasts bounced and swayed as I worked, and I couldn't help
but rub my nipples against his hairy thighs. His cock was
throbbing hard now, leaking precum, and I used the washcloth
to clean his rod, stroking gently. His balls were next, and
I made sure they were squeaky clean before moving to his
chest. David's eyes were heavy and drooping with passion,
and he was breathing heavily.
"I'm not sure I can wait," he said.
"You're going to have to. We're almost done." We
finished up, and then stepped out of the tub. I grabbed a
towel and tossed it to him, grabbing one for myself and
heading back into my bedroom. David followed, wrapping the
towel around his waist.
He moved to intercept me, and I pushed him away.
"Sit on the bed and watch me," I said. He did as I
asked, the towel still around his waist, as I sat at my
vanity and dried my hair with the towel. I loved being naked
in front of him, loved the way David's eyes crawled all over
my body, taking in every detail.
"You are so gorgeous," he said in a strained voice,
and I turned to see that he had loosened the towel, and was
now slowly fisting his cock. I had always wanted to watch a
man masturbate, and now I had my chance. Ted would never do
it for me, telling me that jerking off was for fools that
couldn't get laid, and *he* could always get laid.
"Do it for me, David. Jerk yourself off. I want to
watch." He just grunted and sped his hand up, his mouth
open, tongue peeking out. His cock was leaking steadily now,
as he watched me watch him. I spread my legs and showed him
my pussy.
"Just think about what it'll be like when you are
inside me again, David. Think about how wonderful my pussy
felt." David grunted and sped up again, his hand almost
flying up and down his cock.
"I bet you jerked off a lot, didn't you David?" He
just grunted and nodded. I lifted one of my breasts in my
hand, teasing the nipple with my fingers. "Did you ever
think about me? Ever think about kissing me, about sucking
me, about making love to me when you did it?"
"Yeeeahh," David groaned, throwing his head back.
"Wasn't it better when it was real, David? Wasn't sticking
your virgin cock inside me better than imagining it?"
"Yes!" David screamed. "Oh Yes!"
"David!" I said. "Look at me!" I was frigging myself
gently, and I wanted him to see me do it. My hands were in
my twat, one finger in my hole, my thumb working my clit.
David's eyes zoomed in on my pussy.
"I didn't think women...did that!" he grunted,
standing to move closer to me.
"Oh, yes, David, we do. We think about sex just as
much as men do. Maybe even more. Do you know what I'm
thinking about right now?" He shook his head. "I'm thinking
about how wonderful your cock feels inside me!" That was all
it took. David grunted one final time and began spraying.
Even from six feet away, I could see his spray arcing from
his cockhead, falling in a pearly white shower to the
carpet. He convulsed, jerking his cock off, watching me
bring myself to climax with him.
David fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. I
joined him, lying on top of his hard body. His maleness felt
so good against my softness.
"Tell me something, David. Tell me something you've
always wanted to do. Something you've always dreamed about."
He looked at me and then kissed me softly. His smile was
wide and genuine.
"I want to make love to your breasts with my dick. I
want to titty-fuck you!" The words coming out of his mouth
seemed so odd, but with the new sexual freedom David was
discovering with my help, I knew that he was going to tell
me the most intimate details of his sexual fantasies. And I
wanted to help him act them all out.
Rolling onto my back, I grabbed my breasts. "These
tits?" I asked, thumbing the nipples. "You want to fuck
these titties? These here?"
"God, yes," David growled, rolling over on top of
me. He put his still hard cock between my tits, and I
pressed them together, trapping his cock in my satiny
valley.
He started slowly stroking, his hands on my
shoulders.
"Does it feel as good as you thought it would?" I
teased.
"God, yes! Better!" I turned my head and sucked his
thumb into my mouth, working it with my tongue. David gasped
and his hands replaced mine on my tits, pressing them even
tighter against his rod. This was a first for me, too. Ted
had never...fuck Ted. I wasn't going to compare David to Ted
anymore.
My hands were free now, and I placed them on David's
butt, feeling the tight muscles flex every time he slid his
cock between my breasts. At the top of the stroke, if I
leaned down I could just lick the head as it popped out from
between my tits.
"Oh God..." David said, thrusting harder, "This is
so great, Ellen. I love this...I love you!" That brought me
up a little short. In the heat of passion, I was sure that I
would feel the same way. But in the bright rational sunlight
of morning, I knew it was too soon to be talking about love.
David's pumping speeded up, and then he was cumming,
showering my neck and chin with his goo. He shot four good
streams, covering my skin with his creamy warmth. I took his
cock into my saliva-filled mouth, wetly gliding his cock in
and out of my face. I loved the taste of his meat in my
mouth, and hope that he would let me suck his cock often.
Just then I began to understand the level of power
and control I had over my young lover. David had learned a
lot since last night, but he was far from an accomplished
lover, and I was sure that his confidence level was still
lagging. I wasn't sure how to correct this, and I also
wasn't sure that I wanted to. His body felt so good, so..
right, against mine that I knew I wasn't ready to have him
go off and start chasing girls closer to his own age. I
wanted David for myself, and my selfish feelings brought a
blush of shame to my features. I popped David' cock out of
my mouth, and he laid against me, buring his face into my
neck.
David started kissing me, softly at first, and then
with growing hunger and passion. I was secretly thrilled
that he was still aroused and hungry, and languidly
stretched, letting him do what he wanted to me. I wanted to
see David discover my body and all the secrets and treasures
it held. David kissed my neck and throat, working closer to
my breasts. He licked all around my chest, between my tits,
then went to work on my tits, playing like a little boy with
a new toy. His fingers were eager and a little rough, and I
cautioned him to take it easy.
Chastised, David's hands became gentle again,
working my breasts softly. The fire in my loins was starting
again, and I sighed, letting the passion grow inside me.
David moved to my torso, lightly kissing and sucking my
skin, tickling me with his tongue. He was straddling one of
my legs, and I lifted it a little, feeling his amazingly-
still-hard cock throbbing against my skin.
"Give it to me, David. Give me your cock..." I
moaned, eager to feel him inside of me. David grabbed my
waist and turned me over onto my stomach, lifting me as he
did so. I ended up on my hands and knees, and smiled. Being
someone's first and only sexual partner did have its
advantages; I knew David had never done it this way, rear-
entry, and I wondered if this was another one of his
fantasies.
"C'mon, tiger, let me have it," I whined, wiggling
my ass at him. David just grunted again, settling between my
legs. His cock bounced off me a few times; he didn't know
yet how to get himself seated. I reached between my legs and
grabbed him, lining him up with my hole. David pushed,
groaning as each fraction of an inch sank into my wet
crevice. I groaned with him, moving back against him,
enveloping him with my satiny walls.
"Slowly, lover. Slowly at first. Let me get used to
you in there!" I said, starting to pump slowly with my hips.
David put his hands on my hips and let me set the pace,
eager just to feel me around him, sucking and milking at his
meat.
"Talk to me, David. Tell me what you're feeling!"
"This is...incredible!" he gasped. "I never thought
it would be like this. So many nights...spent wondering what
it would be like to..oh God!...be with a wo....oh God!....
with a woman. Ooof!" he said, burying the last inch of his
meat inside me. His hands clutched at my hips, and I found
it funny that each time I clasped my vaginal walls around
David's penetrating member, his hands tightened on my hips
in response. We set up a slow, passionate pace, David's
thighs bouncing into my ass on each stroke, his scrotum
slapping against my vagina. His hands found their way up to
my hanging, swaying breasts, and he covered them, gently
squeezing and stroking.
I was biting my bottom lip in pleasure, starting to
climb the mountain. David speeded his actions up, and I knew
that if we timed it right, we could come together.
"I need you to..." I moaned.
"What? What?" he gasped.
"Touch my clit. Help me cum with you!" One hand left
a breast and wondered down to my slot. He fumbled around for
a minute. I grabbed his wrist and directed him, and he found
it, stroking it in soft circles with the pad of one finger.
I clamped tight around him, and felt David bury himself
again.
"Oh...oh.." he moaned. His face was at my neck, his
mouth licking and sucking my skin. "Oh...oh....oh!" he said
again, trying to hold back. "Let...me...know...when..." he
moaned, trying his best.
"Almost...almost....now!" I screamed, and David
convulsed, rearing back and grabbing my hips, spraying my
insides with his sauce. I fell into a shattering orgasm, the
room going gray around me, as David fell on top of me,
crushing me against the bed. I groaned, all the breath out
of me, and tried to push him off. The waves of climax were
still spreading throughout my body, but I couldn't breath.
David was passed out on top of me. I turned my head to the
side and sucked in a pain-filled lungful of air. We were
going to have to work on that, I thought. Can't have the
poor boy killing me every time he does me like a dog! I
smiled at my own little joke and managed to get into a
barely comfortable position.
David and I slept, and sometime during the nap, I
felt his cock slide out of me to slap wetly against my
thigh.
* * * * * * * * *
David and I awoke around noon. He kissed me awake,
and I knew that he was raring to go again. I opened my
thighs, and he slid into me, both of us still lubricated
from our early morning bout. He stared deeply into my eyes
as we screwed.
"Tell me your fantasies," I whispered. "Tell me one
that you've always wanted to live out."
He stroked me once, twice. "Twist your hips at the
bottom of a stroke, David. Use your groin to stimulate my
clit." He nodded and did it the next time, and I gasped, my
legs closing around his lower back, hunching myself at him.
"Your fantasies," I reminded him.
"Later..." he gasped. "After...can't think now..." I
grinned and let myself go, eager to have another climax in
David's arms. I promised myself that I would fulfill one
fantasy of his today, and one tomorrow. No matter what it
was. No matter how depraved...well, I promised myself I'd
think about it, at least. If it wasn't too kinky, I'd let
him do it. Whatever it was.
David speeded up, and I decided that we were also
going to have to work on endurance. It was nice that he
could cum five and six times a day, but I liked longer,
deeper lovemaking. Not the rapid-fire sex that David was
capable of. But that was ok. I knew how to make it last.
This last time, for him, I'd let him bang away to his hearts
content.
Without having to be told this time, David's hand
found it's way to my crotch and began working my button. The
feelings were incredible as I looked up at him. His face had
the same look as when he was working on a complicate
program, and I had to stifle a laugh. I suppose that a
woman's sexuality was the most complicated program there
was, and it was never completely debugged!
We screwed on and on for about another ten minutes,
and then I came, and shortly after, David did also, giving
me another load of his delicious cream.
"Now then," I said, after he'd had a chance to catch
his breath. "First things first. You," I said, poking him in
the chest, "have to learn to last a little longer. We'll
work on that. I understand that this is all new and
wonderful for you, but I like it a little longer, kay?" He
nodded, pleased that he would be 'able to work on it' with
me.
"Second things second. Your fantasies, David. Tell
me about them. Don't hold back."
He looked seepish. "I really don't have anything out
of the ordinary. I mean nothing kinky or anything like that.
"
"When you fantasized about having a girlfriend or a
lover, what did you see yourself doing with them?" He was
silent this time, thinking.
"Well...promise not to laugh?" I swore that I
wouldn't. "Well," he started, "you may think this is a
little juvinile, but whenver I think about being with a
woman, it's usually romantic stuff. Having dinner, going to
a movie, walking down the beach, stuff like that. Part of
what makes the fantasy so good is that I know we're going to
make love that night; there's no question. No worrying about
wether or not I have to seduce her. That's my fantasy,
having a regular lover and doing romantic things with her."
"What's the most romantic thing you can think of?" I
asked. David looked deep into my eyes, and then smiled.
"Wait here," he said, and got out of bed. I snuggled under
the sheets, feeling the warm imprint of David's body on the
bed and shivered. I had no idea what he was going to do, but
I wanted him to do it, and do it with me.
Ten minutes later David came back, carrying a tray.
I saw what was on it, and smiled. A man denied sex this long
certainly had enough time to fantasize, and apparantly David
had put the time to good use. On the tray were: A bowl of
fresh strawberries (from my icebox,) a bowl of ice-cream, a
small bowl of chocolate sauce, and another bowl of honey.
"See," David said, putting it on the bed between us.
"I thought about this one day after I read about tactile
stimulation. I was working on what at the time was the
cutting edge of virtual reality. You know, computer-enhanced
reality?" I nodded, and he continued. "Tactile sensation was
important. The user had to feel more than think, and we were
studying the way people feel things. Hot and cold, smooth
and creamy. I came up with this. The chocolate is warm...I
heated it up in the microwave. The honey is room-
temperature, and the ice-cream is cold. Three different
sensations, three different tastes."
With that, David took a strawberry and dipped it in
the honey. He lifted it above my head and let the honey
drizzle off and onto my face before lowering the strawberry
to my mouth. I sucked it in and bit down on it, slicing half
of it off. David bent to my face and slowly, lovingly,
cleaned the honey off of my nose and cheek. We kissed,
gently, and he shared the honey with me as I sucked as his
tongue. His hand vanished off to the side, and then he was
back, this time with two strawberries. One had chocolate on
it, the other, ice-cream.
David moved down and used the tips of the
strawberries to circle my nipples. My right one got the ice-
cream, the left the chocolate. The dichotomy of sensation,
one nipple hot, the other cold, drove me insane with
pleasure, and I arched my back, driving my tits towards the
strawberries. David licked and sucked at my nipples,
cleaning the gooey substances from my body.
"Forget the strawberries," I said. "Just use the
gooey stuff. It feels so sexy on my body..."
"Why?" he asked. "I mean, I really want to know."
He'd dipped his finger in the chocolate and was tracing warm
brown lines on my shoulder and neck. As he bent down to lick
it up, I thought about it. "Because it just feels sexy. Warm
and wet and cold and moist...feels like cum, a little, and
like my own sauce. Feels...slightly nasty, David, and
sometimes the best sex feels that way...slightly naughty and
nasty. You know you shouldn't do certain things, that
society doesn't think it's right. But it feels good, and so
you want to....oh, right there!....do it. Just do it, as the
ad says!"
David took a small spoon full of honey and held it
over my face, slowly turning it over so that it drizzled
across the bridge of my nose and down each cheek. It felt
like someone was cumming on my face, and although Ted had
never done that...forget I mentioned that. No one had ever
done that to me before, cum on my face, and I wondered if
this was what it felt like.
David lowered his face to mine, and we kissed, our
gooey faces sticking together. Slowly, with the patience of
Job, he worked my face over, trying to get all the honey.
Our kisses were sticky and gooey and it was driving me
insane; all these sensations on my skin, hot and cold, and
David's warm, slightly rough tongue cleaning me up. I
wondered what other devlish fantasies he had in store for
me...ones that we could discover together.
After my face was reasonably clear, David reached
over and grabbed a warm washcloth he'd brought from the
kitchen, finishing the job of cleaning my face. I smiled at
his thoughtfullness, and watched in growing anticipation as
he grabbed the bowl of ice-cream, and the bowl of warm
chocolate sauce and scooted down my body.
My legs fell open of their own volition, and I bit
my bottom lip in anticipation. David used his fingers first,
lightly coating the inside of my thighs with the chocolate
sauce. The heat was warm and wonderful, adding to the heat I
already felt in that region. And then David thumbed a dallop
of ice-cream into my pussy, and I convulsed in pleasure. It
was so incredible, feeling that little ball of ice-cold
cream in my slot. David's mouth covered my hole and he
gently prodded the small ball of ice cream with his tongue,
and then he sucked it out again, pushing it in once more. He
repeated this, while a chocolate-covered finger worked over
my clit.
I started leaking heavily, and David kept adding
ice-cream to my hole until the entire area was a gooey mess.
I came three times under his tutelage, grinding my
chocolate-and-ice-cream-sloppy slot all over his face.
We ran to the shower to clean each other off, and
then back to the bed. It was my turn, and I wanted to make
David feel as special as he had made me. The chocolate was
my favorite, and I liberally covered his cock and balls with
it. It had cooled since we'd started, but that didn't
matter. David lay on his back with his legs spread as I
crouched between them, working my hot, slavering mouth up
and down the length of his chocolate log.
"Is this what you fantasized about?" I asked.
"Someone doing this to you?" He nodded. "How is it?"
"Better than I ever imagined, Ellen...oh my God...
don't stop!" I'd moved my mouth to his scrotum and was
cleaning the wrinkly sack of the chocolate, and I knew that
David was going to shoot. So I backed off, letting him cool
down.
"Tonight," I said, "We're going to go to dinner down
by the bay. I'll wear my prettiest dress, just for you,
David. We'll take a walk on the beach, then go have dinner.
And when we go to your place after dinner, we will make love
again. Nothing will stop me from doing that, David. Nothing.
We're going to live out that fantasy tonight, David. Just
you and me!"
David just grinned and gently guided my head back to
his cock. It tasted so wonderful that I decided not to push
the issue and to finish him off. David hunched several times
against my face and emptied himself inside me, coating my
mouth and throat with a beautiful mixture of chocolate and
cum.
* * * * * * * * *
We arrived at Finnegan's just after seven. I had on
a tight red dress that someone in my past had made me buy,
only to tell me that I looked heavy in it. David wasn't
looking at me like that, though, and he was equally handsome
in the sport jacket and slacks he wore.
The waiter seated us at the best table in the house,
and I knew that David had called ahead to reserve this just
for us. I felt a tug inside my heart, and warned myself not
to fall in love with this beautiful man-child.
Fairly a battalion of waiters fawned over us, and I
knew David had set this up too. We enjoyed a wonderful meal,
with sparkling conversation. David was well-read on a
variety of subjects, and he was so interesting to talk to. I
found myself getting drunk on the sound of his voice, and
decided to have a little fun with him.
Kicking off one heel, I ran my instep up and down
the back of David's calf. He was in the middle of some
discourse about the Middle East, and stammered in mid-
sentance as he felt my foot slowly ascend his leg. I rested
it in his crotch and began teasing him through his slacks.
His face got very, very red, and I giggled into my
wineglass.
"I never thought anyone could be so sexy..." he
whispered to me across the table.
"Sexy? Or sex-crazy?" I teased back. David reached
over and took my hand in his. "Sexy," he whispered.
"Unbelievably, asbolutely sexy. I never thought it would be
this...great."
I just smiled and continued to tease him. Dessert
came, and I took the opportunity to remove my leg and
replace my heel. David paid the bill with his credit card,
and we walked out of the resturant and down to the beach. I
took my heels off and we walked down the sand, hand in hand,
looking at the moon on the water and hearing the soft sound
of the waves lapping against the shore.
"Penny for your thoughts...?" I ventured. David had
been silent for the last ten minutes.
"I'm not sure you want to hear them," he said. "I'm
not sure that I want to say them." I let it drop, but it
only took two minutes. "I was wondering...when this is going
to end."
"Does it have to?" I asked, immediately regretting
it. I didn't want to be vulnerable again. As soon as I said
that, I knew I was opening a door that might be better left
closed.
"I don't know, Ellen. I know how I feel about you...
how I've felt about you for a long time. But, as much as
we've...been through, together, as much as we've...done,
together, I just don't get a sense that the feelings are
mutual. That's ok...I guess. I just wish..."
"What?"
"I just wish....." he sighed. "Let me tell you a
story. When I was in High School, I knew this girl named
Becky. Every guy has a Becky in his past, somewhere. That
first love. I loved her more than I ever had anybody else in
my life. She didn't even know I was alive, though, and it
hurt. I would have done anything for her, and she knew that,
and took advantage of it. I did her chemistry and phsysics
homework, usually when she was out on a date with another
guy. I didn't care...I figured that eventually she'd wise up
and realize that I was the only guy for her. That didn't
happen, and she's gone now...but I always wanted...I always
wished...that the person I loved would love me just as much.
That's what I was thinking, that I wished you loved me as
much as I love you."
I stopped and took David into my arms. Stepping
back, I took his face in my hands. "I can't say that I love
you, David. I have very strong feelings for you. Stronger
than I've ever had for any man, even my...even for Ted. But
I'm not Becky, and you're not the kid you were back then.
This is an adult relationship. I want to continue it, and
see where it leads. But I'm not making any promises, David.
Do you understand?" He nodded, a little sadly I thought, and
then kissed me. We turned and made our way back up the
beach, towards David's truck and his apartment.
"If you could change one thing about me, what would
it be?" he suddenely asked. I was taken a little aback, but
decided to answer him anyway.
"Your confidence and aggressiveness. I'd give you
more of both." He smiled at me and kissed me softly.
"You're doing wonders for my confidence," he
laughed.
***
For the next four days, David and I saw little of
each other. A new project had started at work, demanding all
of David's attention. And to be honest, I was glad that we
were apart. The new freedom I'd found after Ted left was not
something I wanted to loose right away. David was very
special to me, and in a small secret place inside my heart,
I was beginning to admit that I might be falling in love
with him. I wasn't, however, ready to admit that to David or
anyone else.
But after four days, my pussy was starting to itch
again. David turned me on like no other man had, with his
innocence and hunger and desire for my body. He never seemed
to get enough of me, always wanting more of me. It was
Thursday, and I was thinking about the upcoming weekend. If
David didn't plan to work, I wanted to spend it with him,
rolling around in one of our beds, making love until we
couldn't see straight.
After five on Thursday, I went back to his office to
see if he was busy for the weekend. He was jacked in and
punching deck, lost in that faraway land of pulsing and
blinking electrons. His computer was situated on a desk that
sat at a right angle to his real desk, and when I entered
his office, his back was to me, his face and attentions
towards the computer. For some reason, I locked his office
door.
Walking up behind him, I slid my hands down his
chest and hugged him. "Hi," I whispered.
"Um..hi," he said, leaning foward to rap out another
six or seven lines of programming code. I looked at the
screen and shook my head. It looked like the most
complicated thing in the world to me, and couldn't
understand how anybody comprehended that stuff. David did,
so I guess it didn't matter if I didn't.
I kissed the side of his face when he sat back,
slowly using my tongue to trace a path to his ear. "I was
wondering what your plans are for the weekend. Are you
busy?"
"Plans..." he said, trailing off, his attention
still on the computer. Well, this was a fine how-do-you-do.
Screw this! I thought. Suddenely the thought of seducing
David away from his computer had a great deal of appeal, and
I knew why I'd locked his office door. I was going to
surprise the hell out of the old boy. I unbuttoned the first
five buttons on my blouse, and then reached in and unhooked
my front-closing bra. My tits tumbled out, laying heavily
against my ribcage. Taking one of David's hands, I slid it
inside my blouse, against one of my breasts.
David's head came around, his eyes wide.
"Ellen? Are you insane? What if someone comes in?"
Pulling him to his feet, I started to undo his tie.
"What if someone does come in? That would be exciting,
wouldn't it? Then they'd all know, David. Everyone would
know that we're fucking. They would go crazy, seeing me
spread-eagled on your desk, your hard cock pumping in and
out of me. Take me, David. Take me here. Possess me. Make me
yours." And with that, I covered his mouth with mine and
started a kiss that lasted a full three minutes. When the
kiss was over, my blouse and bra were on the floor, and
David was shirtless. I sat on his desk and started tugging
the zipper on the leather miniskirt I was wearing. I'd
bought it two weeks ago, convincing myself that I still had
the legs and ass for it, and judging by the way David was
looking at it now, I hadn't been wrong.
"Leave it on!" he gasped hoarsely. "I love the way
it makes you look!" I just lifted it as best I could, and
let David see the filmy blue panties I was wearing. He sat
down in his desk chair and wheeled up to me, spreading my
hot thighs with his strong, warm hands. His breath tickled
the skin on the inside of my legs, and then his mouth was at
my hole, licking me through the crotch panel of my panties.
I was leaning back on my hands, watching his head as he
burrowed between my legs, loving the naughty feeling of
doing this right in the office. I half-hoped someone *would*
walk in and catch us.
David's hands worked the panties down my legs and
left them dangling around one ankle. He stood, shedding his
pants, but only to his knees. His hard, hot cock bobbed into
view, and I saw the hunger and desire for my body written
all over his face.
"Come here," he commanded, pulling me to him.
"Oh, yes, David darling!" I said. "Please do cum
inside me!" David reached down and found his cock, lining
himself up with my hole. He slid into me, my buttery warm
walls enveloping and caressing his meat. David started to
fuck me then; he wasn't making love, and we weren't having
sex. He was taking me, possessing me, invading my welcoming
space again and again as we rutted like animals on his desk.
I hoped that David understood that there was a time and a
place for uninhibited passion, and this, apparantly, was
both the time and the place for such activity.
I needn't have worried. David's breath was coming in
raspy gasps as his hands found my tits. He mauled them,
gently at first, and then with greater and stronger passion
as he got into this nasty scene. I'd never been one for
impulse screwing like this, but watching David pay more
attention to the computer than he did me had set me off. Now
David knew, or at least I hoped he did, that I was more fun
to play with than any damn computer.
Pulling out of me, David put me on my feet and
turned me around, bending me over the desk. His animalistic
hunger turned me on, and I reached back to lift my skirt
higher.
"Fuck me!" I hissed. "Make me yours! Fill me with
that hard cock!"
"Oh God!" David groaned. "I've never heard anyone
talk like that before......more, please!" His final words
were a whisper. "Tell me more!"
I did as bade. "Your hard cock is filling me up,
baby. I love the feel of your meat inside me. Fuck me,
David! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
His hands were on my breasts again, using them as
handles to pull me closer. We slamed against each other,
harder and harder, grunting and groaning with our passion. I
could feel the mixture of our juices streaming down my
thighs, dripping onto the desk and staining David's blotter.
At that moment, I didn't care. I had my man, and he had me,
and we had each other. His cock, my hole was all that
mattered in the world. The wonderful, blissful feeling of an
incredible orgasm was building inside me. David sensed this,
and reached one hand down in a now-familer motion and began
to work my clit.
My walls clamped down on his cock, and I shivered
through my first orgasm, biting my lip to keep from
screaming. David grunted and just fucked me harder. His
hands were magic, working my clit and making me insane with
passion and lust. I pushed him off me and turned around,
pushing him back into his chair. It had no arms, so I had
plenty of room to straddle him. Reaching down, I found his
cock and lined it up with my slot, lowering myself on him.
We set up a pounding beat, David's hands finding my
breasts as he buried his face between them, licking first
one, then the other nipple, gently biting and sucking. My
head was thrown back, my back arched, as I rode David
through another wonderful orgasm.
The feeling of my satiny chamber collapsing around
his dick did it for David, and he grunted and unloaded
inside me, giving me his precious cream. We wound down
together, my cheek against the top of his head, my arms
around his neck, cupping his face, as I felt him grow limp
inside me.
His cock slid out and slapped wetly against his
thigh, and I stood to gather myself.
"Whew!" David said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"What was that for?"
"Because...I wanted to. Sometimes I just want to get
fucked, David. It doesn't always have to be sweet and nice
and loving. Sometimes, I get in a nasty mood, and I just
want a cock inside me. Understand?"
"Yeah," he said. "But being your lover is sure an
educational experience! And I always *loved* school." His
grin was infectuous, and I leaned down to kiss him. His
hands found my breasts again, and I started to get hot.
"No, you don't," I said. "I've got to be going. I'll
see you later tonite, OK? Around nine?" He nodded. "I'll
come to your place," I added, "And we can have some more
fun." David nodded and smiled at me as I walked out of his
office. I went to the bathroom and had to return past his
office on my way out the front door. David was sitting in
his office chair, dressed now, but holding his fingers to
his nose and sniffing. I had to blush; he was sniffing my
own cream, and he had this dreamy expression on his face.
When I got to David's place later that night, I let
myself in. I could hear the sounds coming from his back
bedroom, and realized he was working out. He already had a
finely tuned body, but David was paying extra special
attention to it now that we were lovers; it flattered me in
a way, that he wanted to give me the best body possible.
I walked into the gym and found him on his back,
doing bench presses. He was wearing gym shorts and a
sweatshirt, a huge "V" of sweat on the chest. His handsome
face was red with effort as he tried to press his max weight
on this station. His arms were trembling, and for a moment I
just stood and watched, overcome with lust for my young
lover. My panties were immediately wet, and I decided to
take matters into my own hands.
I found the stool David used for his Military
presses, and lowered my jeans and panties. I was going to
jerk off watching him work out. My fingers danced their way
down to my slot, and I started frigging myself gently as I
imagined David licking my cunt. He was still concentrating
on the weight lifting, and didn't notice me there. That was
fine by me. By this time, he had managed to get the weights
to their full extension, and was slowly letting them back
down. I saw his biceps and pectorals flexing with the
effort, and I slid two fingers inside myself, gently working
my clit with my thumb. He was so sexy, all sweaty and red
from the effort. He had the same expression on his face as
when he was trying not to cum inside me, and I found it
darling.
David let the weight slam back down, and then he
gasped, sitting up on the bench. He gaped when he saw me,
and what I was doing, and I saw the instant bulge in his
pants. He stood and moved to come towards me, but I held up
a warning hand.
"Strip," I said. "Let me see your body." David just
smiled and crossed his arms, grabbing the hem of the
sweatshirt and lifting it over his head. I was treated to
the view of his rippling muscles, the sweat pouring down
from his chest to pool in his belly. His chest and stomach
hairs were matted with perspiration, and I wondered what he
smelled like. Manly and masculine, like a hard day's work.
His cock was tenting in his shorts, and he turned away from
me to take them off. I saw his tight, hairy buns, and
shivered in pleasure as my fingers worked harder against my
twat.
David flexed his cheeks for me and I giggled. David
turned and walked towards me, his cock bobbing. He stopped a
foot away and slowly fisted his cock as he watched me jerk
off. I'd had enough. I wanted his arms around me again. I
wanted him inside me again.
I held out my arms, and he looked shy.
"What?"
"I'm all sweaty. I should shower," he said, turning
to leave. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me, crushing
my soft, hot body against his sweaty one. "No way, pal. I
want you *now*!"
David just grinned wider at me, and we were at it
again. His mouth covered mine, and we shared a searing,
tongue-lashing kiss as his sweaty, muscular hands covered my
ass and pulled me twoards him. We fumbled with my clothing,
and then I was naked for him, and David's hands were
everywhere at once, grabbing and stroking and palming. His
fingers danced across my spine, and down to my ass again as
he cupped both cheeks in his hands.
"Ever do it standing up in the shower?" I asked. He
just shook his head, and swept my feet out from under me,
carrying me into his bathroom. He started the shower and we
let the water warm as we necked standing next to the stall.
Then we got in, and proceeded to clean each other
fully, using lots of soap. David's cock was in my hands as I
soaped him up, feeling his slippery meat between my fingers.
His hands were on my breasts, his mouth at my throat, as I
groaned in pleasure. David took me then, pressing me back
against the wall and inserting himself inside me, taking me
as th water poured down on us and sluiced off our bodies to
pool on the stall floor. His strokes were stronger, more
confident.
I remembered how I'd always wanted a manly-man, and
realized that I'd found one. David was soft and sweet and
gentle when he needed to be, and hard as nails when I wanted
him to be. He knew that I was hungry for him, that I ached
for him to take me. So he did, again and again in the
shower, pumping me full of his wonderful prick. My legs were
around his waist, and he supported me entirely, his arms
flat against the wall as I bounced on him, slamming my clit
down on his pubic bone with every stroke.
We climaxed quickly and hard, both of us gasping
under the hot spray. David and I exited the shower and went
to the bedroom, and then he did something that until then I
thought no man would ever do; he went down on me right after
having had come inside me. His mouth was hot and wet and
hungry, and he sucked all of his own jizz out of my juicing
hole. I was turned on beyond belief, happy that David could
try something like that and be confident that I wouldn't
mind. He was beginning to find my erotic center, the
absolute zenith of who I was in bed, and I loved him for it.
As he ate me, my legs over his shoulder, my sex turned up to
his face, I realized that I did love David, very much. I
wasn't ready to marry him, or move in with him, but I knew
at that moment that the relationship was going to last a
long, long time.
I dissolved into orgasm, covering David's face with
my cream. He licked and sucked and slurped, eager to get it
all. We shared a wet, sticky kiss afterwards, and fell
asleep in each other's arms. Sometime during the night we
seperated, and I felt David shift, and then search for me
with his arms. Even in his sleep, he wanted me next to him,
and as his arms found me, encircled me, and drew my body
against his, I drifted off back to sleep warm and content
with the knowledge that I'd found the man for me.
* * * * * * * * * *
David invited me to his cabin for the weekend. It
was up in the mountains, about a three hour drive from his
house. We left midday Friday, both of us having taken the
day off from work, and made the drive in record time. The
cabin was beautiful, and tastefully and comfortably
appointed. It was a one bedroom, and I looked at the huge,
antique wooden bed and wondered how much time we were going
to spend elsewhere. The cabin had a private dock, and a
small powerboat bobbed in the water. The more I learned
about David, the more I realized that the women in his peer
group were giving a hell of a lot up by not dating him.
David had confided to me a few days ago that he owned most
of the patents on the work he developed, and that the money
had been coming in fast and hard for about three years.
Rich, funny, intelligent, and sexy as all hell. What
wasn't a girl to like? David took me out on the boat that
first afternoon, and we sped around that lake like lunitics.
I was wearing a bathing suit I'd bought just for an occasion
like this, a small two-piece that flattered my breasts, hips
and legs. David loved it, and smiled at me when I started
lifting it and flashing my tits at him. He laughed when I
took the top off and threw it overboard, and then pointed. I
looked over his shoulder and saw a huge house on top of a
hill.
"The dude that lives there has a telescope, and some
kind of weird attachment that lets him videotape what he
sees. He's probably looking at you right now!"
I turned my butt to the camera and lowered my
bottom, flashing the dirty old man. Then I hit the throttle,
bringing the boat to a dead stop, and got down on the deck
on my back, pulling David on top of me. We kissed and groped
on the bottom of that boat, but David just couldn't find it
in himself to make love to me with an audience, either real
or imagined. He just wasn't...up...to the task. So I put my
bottoms back on, and David gave me his sweatshirt to wear.
We headed back to the dock and moored the boat.
David cooked dinner, a wonderful London Broil that
tasted delicious, espeically with the wonderful wine he'd
picked. After dinner, he built a fire in the huge fireplace,
and we sat on the floor, leaning against the couch,
intertwined as we watched the dancing flames.
"David," I said softly. "I think I'm falling in love
with you." His arms closed tighter around me, and he kissed
the side of my face. We started necking gently, and let an
hour go by as we softly and slowly explored each other's
mouths. I felt warm and content and loved.
The passion grew until we were naked in front of the
fire. We spent another hour exploring each other's bodies,
using lips and mouths and tongues. There was no rush, no
hurry. Work seemed a million miles away, and David paid
slow, loving attention to my body and my needs, as I did to
his.
We moved to the big bed, getting under the huge
comforter, and fell asleep in each other's arms. I was
beginning to love the feeling of David's arms around me, and
slept the sleep of the blessed.
* * * * * * * * *
When I woke the next morning, David was gone. I
threw on one of his flannel shirts; it came down past my
knees! Walking outside with a cup of coffee (I'd found a pot
on the stove,) I discovered David out back, chopping wood.
His muscular chest gleamed with sweat in the early morning
sun, and I offered him my cup at the same time I turned my
face up for an early morning kiss.
David batted the cup out of my hand and swept me
into his arms, taking my legs out from under me as he
carried me, squealing, into the bedroom. Tossing me down on
the bed, David shed his jeans, socks and boots, and climbed
betweens my thighs, burying his face between my legs.
"David," I whispered. "Turn around."
He lifted his head. "Huh?"
"Lie on top of me."
He looked at me like I was speaking Greek. "I want
to do what you're doing to me..." He looked confused. "I
want to sixty-nine, David." He grinned, and I knew that
grin. Another first.
He arranged himself as I instructed, and we went
back to work. Slowly, languidly, we brought each other to
orgasm. Falling apart, we snuggled under the comforter and
fell asleep for a much-needed early morning nap. When I
awoke for the second time that day, David was once again
gone. I found him outside (once again) watching the sun cast
golden rays across the water. I went out to be with him,
sliding my arm around his waist, my head against his chest.
"This is perfect," I whispered. "I wish we could
never leave."
"We don't have to," he said softly.
I lifted my face and looked at him. "Excuse me?"
"I don't have to go to the office, Ellen. I can work
here, and use a modem to send my work in. We can live up
here...together...if we decide to."
I didn't say anything, just put my head back on his
chest. The idea was both frightening and exciting at the
same time.
"We'd be snowed in in winter?"
"Yes."
"Supplies?"
"Huge storage shed out back, behind the wood pile."
"But...what would I do?"
"Whatever you wanted to do. You confessed that you
wanted to write a novel, but just could never find the time.
Well, Ellen, now you could. All winter, alone together...you
could have all the time in the world."
What David was offering me staggered me down to my
feet.
"Let me think about it," I said, squeezing him
tighter. But I already knew. The idea for a novel, hell,
several novels, had been stirring inside me for years. David
didn't need the money, and he was offering me... what? He
was offering to make me a part of his life for the winter.
If I was willing.
I was willing.
But God...why was I so scared?
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