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Will keep you warm
Throughout the night
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Fire, fire burning bright
A ship in the night
Carrying cases of spice
Came into port
When fair winds blew
Filling its white sails
After a brief moment of terrifying silence, the distant voices and music of a television program could be heard from another room in the house. Heidi and Alan breathed heavy sighs in unison as the moment passed.
“What do we do about your mom?” Alan whispered, still half embracing her, half coping a feel. “Nothing,” she whispered back, “We’re both adults.” He snorted at her reply, “Oh yeah. Why are we whispering then?” Heidi giggled and offered back, “Maybe we should at least close the door?”
Heidi released her hold on his cock and wiggled out of Alan’s arm. Silently she brought the door to a mere crack, thinking that they’d still be able to hear a change in her mother’s status if they needed to break up the party. She returned to her place in front of him and began to lift his shirt over his head. Alan had been shirtless in front of her before in the heat of summer, but this time it was different. His body still called to her as it had then, but this time she could touch his skin, run her hands across his smooth muscles, tug gently at the chest hair.
Alan could do little but stand there and enjoy her touch, the touch he had longed to experience for so long. He was lost beneath her fingers, as if they were a portal to another world, a place he could only have dreamed of previously. After touching his skin for a few moments, Heidi decided she needed to feel it against her own. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, slid it off of her shoulders to reveal her large, breasts. Her large nipples were a soft pink, slightly hard in anticipation as her body admitted its draw to him.
Before she could shy away from Alan’s gaze, Heidi pressed her body into his. His skin felt hot next to hers and she rest her head on his chest, appreciating him for the man that he was. Alan wrapped his arms around her and caressed her back, letting her control the situation and how their time would be spent. For him, it was always up to her – anything she wanted, she could have.
“Can we get on the bed?” Heidi asked timidly as she looked up at him. “Of course!” Alan released her and followed her lead, climbing on the bed and laying their heads on the pillows facing each other. “Kiss me.” she pleaded as she closed her eyes. Alan placed his hands aside her face and kissed her gently on the lips. Heidi whimpered and trembled under his touch, Alan was slowly realizing that she was only always waiting for him to take what he wanted. She knew he wanted her and more than anything she just wanted him to act upon it.
Something clicked on in his brain as Alan now knew what she needed. He pressed his lips harder into Heidi’s, making her melt. One hand took a fist full of her hair causing her to open her mouth in a gasp, which he took as opportunity to seek out her tongue with his own. Alan’s mouth moved to her collar bone, where he kissed and gently nibbled.
He let loose her hair and instead grabbed a handful of her breast as he kissed away at her neck. Giving herself to his desires, Heidi rolled over on to her back, opening up his options. Alan took her other breast into his mouth, sucking and biting at her nipple. She squeaked from the pain, but gave no real indication that she wanted him to stop. Heidi instead stuck her own index finger between her lips and bit down on it to keep herself from making too much noise.
Like an animal, Alan attacked her womanly curves with his mouth. He sucked, licked and bit his way from her beasts to her neck then down to her hips. Once there, he slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties and began to remove them. He paused a moment as he questioned his actions. Only a short while ago they were friends, before this was over they would be lovers. Was she ready for that? Was he?
Alan didn’t want to stop though, and neither did Heidi as she lifted her hips off of the bed making the removal of her panties easier. As they slid away from their position they revealed her readiness. A string of Heidi’s wetness trailed from the crotch of her panties to her swollen, wet lips. “God, you’re soaked.” Alan said aloud before he could catch himself.
Heidi didn’t respond, she simply spread her legs and waited for him to continue. She had made her request that he take her, and she wasn’t going to do anything that would stop him from doing so. Alan slid her panties off both legs and tossed them onto the side of the bed near her hand. She balled them up in her hand as a sort of safety net. Heidi wasn’t a teenager and this wasn’t her first time, but with Alan it felt new and almost scary. She feared shattering the dream that she had held onto for so long.
His hands slowly slid up her legs, slowing at her thighs then stopping completely near her entrance. Alan traced the edge of her pussy with one finger then gently dipped it inside. Another finger followed it as they gathered wetness then teased her clit. This was not Alan’s first time either and his touch was magical. Certainly he wasn’t THAT skilled at masturbating a woman, but it definitely was helpful that it was Alan specifically that was touching her.
Heidi was approaching her climax quicker than she ever had before. In an attempt to smother her whimpers and soft moans, she stuck her panties into her mouth and clenched her teeth. Alan alternated his attention from her labia to her entrance with one hand as the other gently caressed her abdomen and breasts.
Heidi began to rummage through the headboard, panties still in her mouth as Alan focused on her. Finding what she was looking for, she threw a condom at him and spit out her panties. “Alan.” she breathed. “Hmm?” he was in a daze, lost in her body. “Alan, fuck me. Please.” She replaced his hand at her pussy with her own so he could prepare himself.
Alan removed his jeans and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. His hard cock was more than ready as the head glistened with precum. He stroked it a few times as he watched her dip her fingers inside herself and furiously rub at her own clit. Alan then climbed onto the bed and tore open the condom wrapper with is teeth as one hand maintained its rhythm on his cock. After rolling is down his shaft he positioned himself between her legs.
Alan let his cock bump into her busy hand, an indication to her that he was ready. Eyes shut, Heidi took hold of his cock and guided it into her wanting pussy. He pushed in as far as he could go making her catch her breath. Alan held onto her legs, pulling her into himself repeatedly. He slid his cock in and out with a wet sounding slap each time as their bodies met.
Heightening her own experience, Heidi squeezed her breasts, digging her nails into her flesh. Likewise, Alan dug into her thighs, pulling himself ever deeper into her. Their hushed groaning and panting of lovemaking wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the television, but they tried to keep it to a dull roar anyways as they both approached their climax.
Reaching the edge, Alan fell atop his friend and buried his face into the bed, letting out a deep groan. His cock swelled inside of her and spasmed as he ejaculated, calling her to join in. Heidi turned her head towards him burying her face into his neck, biting into his flesh as her whole body gave in. Her pussy clenched and released in long, slow pulses. Heidi smiled and moaned to herself as she became aware of the mess she had made on the bed, brought about by Alan’s hand and cock.
Alan slid his cock from her pussy and rolled off of Heidi to lay beside her. As the two friends lay there catching their breath, the timer on the oven buzzed away from the kitchen. She giggled and rolled to face him, propping herself up on one arm, “So,” she said, slapping him on the thigh, “Want to stay for dinner?”
Sweet skin you want to be within
And rough or gently pet
Sweet skin you want to be within
And work to being wet
Sweet skin you want to be within
But know you’ll never get
Like royalty I wait
Hungry and wanting
Needing to be served
Your wine to my lips
Nectar to my tongue
Until I’ve had my fill
Like a glacier in reverse
His hands run up her legs
Slowly making their way
Eons between tip and origin
Ridges of his fingerprints
Creating an uphill flow
Clinging to the edge
Her chair a mighty precipice
He’s melting her body
An unndeniable global warming
Then the cataclysmic splash
As she falls to the sea
It was early November, also known as the beginning of the rainy season in Oregon. As I arrived upon the scene I knew exactly what had happened. It was nearly dark – the worst time of day to be driving through the countryside. In the center of the lane was a matted lump of fur. A few hundred yards down the road was a car, hazard lights flashing – a red pulse in the fading light. She stood behind the car echoing the pouring rain with her tears. I slowed and pulled over in front of the car and reached for my umbrella.
It was a chilling forty-five degrees so I left the car running knowing I would need the warmth after things had been taken care of. She had noticed I had stopped and stood without moving, waiting me to make may way through the rain to her. “Are you hurt?” I asked. She just shook her head no. As I arrived at her side I asked “Need a hug?” without hesitation she flung her body into mine, regardless of being a complete stranger. She quickly melted into my warmth, the rain had soaked her to the core. She trembled with each sob and from the cold.
“You must be freezing” I stated, “why don’t you get back in your car and I will take care of things.” She nodded and made her way back to her car and climbed inside. I disappeared into the rain, a shadow moving about like the angel of death. After a few minutes I reappeared at her window. “I’m going to look at your car real quick and make sure nothing is damaged,” I said. ” thank you” she muttered through chattering teeth. I made my way back to my car, placed the umbrella on the floor of the back seat and retrieved a flash light. I examined the front of her car, looked underneath and then motioned her to pop the hood. After awhile I closed the hood and made my way back to her door.
“Not sure what happened but your lights are out. Want to try the high beams?” She flicked the switch but nothing happened. “it could be a fuse,” I shrugged “do you have any spairs?” She shook your head. “ya, me neither.” it was then that I noticed her frosty breath even though she was inside her car. “is the heat working?” I asked. Again she shook her head. “hmmm, guess there was more damage than there looks. Why don’t you come sit in my car while we call a service truck.” She rolled up the window and started to open the door. I stopped her and said “let me get my umbrella.” She argued that she was soaked already and that while the umbrella was nice it really didn’t do any good. ” ok, you’ve got a point,” I chuckled. We made our way to my car, I opened the door and helped her in.
Once I climbed in I introduced myself “I’m Jesse.” “Rose,” she stated then immediately followed by “oh my god it feels so good in here.” “I figured I would need the heat after giving you a hand, didn’t know I’d be sharing it.” I said smiling and gave her a wink. “Thank you. And thank you for the hug, I needed that.” she said. “oh my pleasure, I’ve been there before so I know how you feel.” “what was it?” “just a coyote” I said, “I don’t think he suffered though. I moved him to the ditch. Sorry that happened to you, damn things just dart out into the road without warning.” “I didn’t even see him.” “ya, they are a little too stealthy for their own good.” as we spoke I noticed she was still shivering regardless of the cranked-up heat. “do you have a change of clothes in your car?” I asked. “no, it was just a short day trip to my girlfriends surprise birthday party” she said, “I didn’t think I would need anything.” “you’ll never get warm in those,” I said, “I have some clean sweats I keep in the car just in case – ‘always be prepared!’ – they might be a little long on you but they are dry.” “no thank you” she politely declined. “you sure?” “well…” she trailed off with hesitation. “they’re in the back there. Do you need anything out of your car?” “maybe my purse?” she asked. “sure thing,” I said, ” I will take my time so you can change.”
I grabbed the umbrella and ventured back out into the rain. She took off all her clothes and pulled on the sweat pants then tried to zip up the sweater. Made to fit a lean man like myself, the zipper wouldn’t go past her large breasts, it just squeezed them together and stopped, only covering half of them. After I had given her what I expected was enough time I climbed back in to the car. My eyes immediately went to the gaping sweater. I quickly moved my eyes but found them looking at your discarded lingerie laid across the dash – a matching set of lace and satin in a deep blue. Again I tried to find somewhere else to look. “sorry,” she said, “I didn’t even ask. I just thought they would dry faster that way.” “oh” I said, “no, that’s a good idea, I just wasn’t expecting that. I’m sorry.” “don’t be, you’ve been very kind.” I just shrugged. “oh!” I said, returning from dreamland, “we should call a service truck. Do you have a triple-a card or anything? Anyone you can call?” “my dad.” she replied. “oh cool.”
She pulled her phone out of her purse and dialed. I tried to busy myself with my own phone and attempted to not listen to the conversation. “ok, thanks, bye.” she hung up. “going to be awhile, huh?” “ya. You don’t have to wait.” “I do if I want my clothes back,” I teased. She smiled, on the edge of a light laugh. “I’m only kidding, you can keep them, but I’m not going to leave you in the cold, the dark and the rain.” “thank you.” she said. “where do you live? Maybe I could give you a ride home?” “Milwaukie, but you don’t have to do that” “oh I don’t mind, I live in that area too, so it really isn’t a big deal. It would be my pleasure.” “well if it’s your pleasure then I shouldn’t be the one to stop you!” “damn right you shouldn’t!” we both laughed. “Let’s get going then. You should call your dad and let him know you have a ride.” “good idea” she agreed.
We drove back to town chatting idly but both too nervous to say much. There was an spark of attraction in the air that was tangible. I did my best to keep my eyes on the road and off her lingerie on the dash. I made sure that I didn’t turn to talk to her as I knew I couldn’t look at her without my eyes wandering to her breasts. “I hope you don’t mind my cleavage” she giggled. It was if she had read my mind. “I didn’t want to break the zipper on your sweater. I guess it doesn’t cover me very well.” “No, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind.” I said, trying my best to mask the smile spreading across my face.
When we had gotten closer to town she said “I guess these are probably dry” as she collected her bra and panties. “I hope so. Besides I’m pretty sure it would be obvious that I had a bra on my dash if anyone were to look in as we drove past. Don’t want anyone to think I’m a perv.” We laughed “you mean you’re not?” she teased. I faked a hurt look. “Of course not! I’m a gentleman.” “You are.” she said as she placed a hand on my leg. I just smiled and looked at her for what felt like forever. I snapped out of it and returned my eyes to the road. “I should probably put my bra back on in case my mom is home when we get there. Don’t want her jumping to conclusions.” “what kind of conclusions might she jump to?” “you think me wearing a pair of men’s sweats with my tits hanging out is normal?” “hey, I don’t know what you normally do!” “oh thanks a lot!”
Even though we had just met, it felt like we had been friends forever. “There’s a view point in a couple miles,” I said “we can pull over there so you can put your bra back on.” “I can just do it here,” she replied. I swallowed hard. “You don’t want the privacy?” “You’ve seen most of them already,” she argued “besides I wouldn’t mind giving you a peek, you did help me out after all. It’s the least I could do.” “I’d hate to ask what the most you could do would be.” I teased. “oh, really?” she asked “you think you deserve more?” “no, no. Of course not, I don’t need anything…”
I wast cutoff mid sentence as she unzipped the sweater and peeled it off. “well, it’s your choice.” she said. An eternity passed as she slowly put her bra back on. Even though my eyes strained to remain on the road I could feel every curve of her supple breasts. Their contours burning like the radiant heat of a camp fire. She pulled the sweater back on and zipped it back up, again it failed to move past her breasts that were now accentuated by the blue lacy bra that pushed them even further together making them appear larger than ever.
I shifted in my seat. “sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” she faked an apology. “no, I’m fine.” I said. “I can see that your not.” she said. I could feel her gaze set between my legs, my anxiety was clear as my pants strained against the bulge. It was then that she noticed that I was soaked by rain from helping back at her car “oh my god you’re drenched! I am so sorry.” “it’s cool,” I said “I’m not cold by any means.” I said, implying that there was more than the heat from the car vents keeping my blood hot. “well I will pay you back when we get to my parents house.” “oh I can just change when I get home” “I didn’t mean I would dry your clothes.” “oh.”
I was racking my brain trying not to jump to conclusions, keeping my hopes at bay, think of anything but what she could possibly mean. “isn’t your mom home?” I asked. “I just remembered she said she would be at the office late. I’m on my own tonight…” she trailed off, waiting for me to take the opportunity. I was far too nervous to even reply. “what’s your address?” I changed the subject. She gave the address and noted landmarks nearby then asked “don’t you want to be repaid for your valiant efforts?” “no, I’m much to shy to ask for anything. Your company has been payment enough.” “no it hasnt,” she argued. “you deserve more, far more than me just showing you my tits. This is my place here.”
We pulled in to the driveway. We got out and I walked her to the door. “I don’t want to impose or take advantage of you,” I said. “you’re not imposing,” she argued, “and maybe I want you to take advantage of me.” she winked. She opened the door, grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. “my bedroom is upstairs.” she said dragging me along. “want me to wait down here?” I asked. “you’re very sweet, but kind of dumb.” she teased. We stumbled up the stairs, her pulling, me struggling to keep up. Then we were in her room. She closed the door. I just stood there, afraid to move but desperately wanting to get the party started.
She unzipped her sweater, rather, MY sweater. My eyes fell to her breasts. “you didn’t get a very good look at the girls, did you?” she asked as she peeled off the sweater then undid her bra. I just shook my head as the piece fell to the floor. Her glorious, perfectly round and full breasts greeted me with rock hard nipples. “What do you think?” “um, very nice” i stammered. “I’d ask if you liked what you see but clearly you do.” the bulge in my pants had given me away again. She floated across the room and gently pushed me so that I was sitting on the bed. Her hand moved to my crotch and gently caressed the hidden treasure. “it seems as though it’s now you that needs some rescuing…” she said seductively. I was speechless as I melted under her hot touch.
She unbuttoned my pants as she firmly pressed her lips to mine, moaning gently as her heart finally found an outlet for its pent up electricity. I gasped as she unzipped my pants, my hard cock springing loose. “commando, huh?” she asked. Before I could reply our lips were again locked, tongues darting, teasing, caressing. Then she noticed my size. “oh my god your big” she exclaimed. Then immediately took my cock into her mouth. I groaned and exhaled deeply, falling backwards as waves of pleasure washed over me. I pulled her up to me, tasting my precum on her lips. I massaged her breasts as we kissed. The fingers of one hand tangled themselves in her hair as the other found the band of the borrowed sweat pants and slid them slowly down, exposing her round ass.
She stood up and took the pants off then helped to remove mine. I stood up and embraced her, our hot bodies becoming one heat. I turned her around all the while kissing, so that she was facing the bed. I bent her over its edge and exclaimed “your ass is amazing!” “mmm” was the only sound she made as I knelt to appreciate it. Kissing each cheek I ran my hands up and down her legs, each time getting closer and closer to her dripping wet pussy. Every time in got close she would gasp, expecting the touch that would send her on her way to nirvana. I spread her ass cheeks and found her pink, tight asshole with my tongue. “oh my god” made its way through her tight teeth. I pushed her on to the bed, rolled her over then climbed on top. My large, hard cock made a loud thump as it slapped against her stomach. Again we kissed, more passionately than before.
The lust could be felt in each short breath we took as we locked lips and tongues. Slowly I kissed my way to her breasts, caressed them with my tongue. Then slowly down, down to her burning groin, the heat of lust emanating from it. Lightly I kissed her inner thighs, then to either side of her pussy, then lightly on the lips. My hot breath on her pussy felt like the fires of hell, a hell of passion and forbidden sex. Lightly my tongue found her pussy, parting the lips, tracing them up to her clit. Her body shuddered as my tongue wrapped its self around her clit, coaxing it out of hiding.
She moaned and panted as I worked my magic. “please fuck me.” she pleaded. I stood up, lifted her legs and placed the tip of my cock against her clit. Then I moved it up and down wetting it with the juices and saliva that were dripping from it. Then, with great force, I plunged my cock deep inside her pussy. Its spasms echoed in her legs, arms and back. Her eyes fluttered with each thrust of my cock, sliding with ease but filling her completely.
Everything blurred like the photograph of a camera with a slow shutter speed, locking a single moment in eternity. Only when we simultaneously climaxed did we return to reality. Our bodies covered in sweat and smelling of sex. Breathing heavily we embraced and rested, spent from the session that lasted an hour but was over in the blink of an eye. We cleaned up, got dressed then grabbed a snack from the kitchen. We kissed at the door then said goodbye. As we parted we couldn’t wait for our next encounter, the evening replaying through our minds on an endless loop.
Being roommates with Jessica had already been interesting for sometime. We didn’t know each other before she moved in. I had a room to spare and plainly put in the want ad that I was a male but she didn’t seem to mind and I was always one to appreciate a woman’s company.
A month or so after she had moved in I inadvertently caught her removing her panties while she was doing laundry. She was at the laundry closet starting a load while I was down the hall in the kitchen working on a new recipe. I tend to wander while stirring or whisking bowls and as I stepped in to the hall I saw her hands disappear up her skirt, her hips made a little dance as her panties were eased over them. Then down they came, one leg stepped out then the other.
My stirring of the bowl became more deliberate, the spatula my pseudo cock. I snapped back to reality as a bulge grew in my pants due to my over active imagination. I quickly returned to the kitchen before my hard-on could be discovered.
When Jessica made her way back down the hall and past the kitchen I confessed to being a witness. “I saw that you know.” “Saw what?” she didn’t know I had seen. “You switching to commando.” “Oh!” she blushed. “Sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it doesn’t bother me.” A smile flashed across my lips, now projecting me more as a pervert than someone open-minded and easy going. “It does make me feel a bit better,” she smiled back – a smile that grew as she went out the door.
Three months into our cohabitation she caught me by surprise again. I had been at the bistro all morning preparing and returned home to unwind a bit before a busy afternoon and evening. Jessica was in the shower when I got there. I know you can hear the front door close while in the shower but maybe her head was under the water when I arrived. The water shut off and the sound of cabinets and drawers came through the door for a bit. I was at the table reading the newspaper when the door opened.
I glanced up to see her go from the bathroom to her room, completely naked. Her round ass bounced with each step. Time slowed and nearly came to a stop until her door closed. She flung it open a moment later as if she forgot something in the bathroom. She stood in the doorway still naked, her breasts bright pink from the hot shower, her muff neatly and freshly trimmed. She faked a gasp, covered nothing and slammed the door shut. I excused myself for the rest of the day, unsure of my ability to keep from being turned on by the memory of her unclothed body.
The following week she had a girlfriend over from out of town. Jessica had been bragging to her friend that I owned a bistro and so I agreed to make them a dinner that they wouldn’t soon forget. After dinner and too much wine, our talk turned to sex. Her married friend was telling a story about some “mind-bowing morning sex” she had with her husband. She gets up for work before him in the mornings but would often uncover the coveted “morning wood.” Before she left for work this particular morning, she climbed atop his raging hard-on and rode him for all she was worth then went to work pantiless, her pussy buzzing all day long.
Jessica wasn’t really buying the story. Apparently she didn’t spend a lot time in the morning with a man in her bed. “JD, do guys really have morning wood” she asked me. I blushed now that the both of them were focused on me and my dick indirectly. “Uh, ya I guess.” “Really? I just thought that was an urban legend or whatever.” “No, I think it has something to do with the state of sleep you’re in.” I explained “The body is relaxed and as a result you get a boner. Every guy has morning wood from time to time.”
“Even you J?” Her friend teased. “Yes, even me.” “Maybe we will sneak into your room to check it out while you’re sleeping,” Jessica teased. “Uh, I don’t think so. You’re my tenant.” Of course the thought of two women trying to sneak a peek was entertaining.
“You owe me for spying on me last week!” “What?! I didn’t do anything of the sort!” I was immediately defensive. Jessica’s friend looked to her for more explanation, eyebrows raised. “He watched me get out of the shower.” “Now wait a minute!” I tried to keep my head above water – I’ve learned that being out numbered by women can be very dangerous. “I was sitting at the table reading the paper and YOU went from the bathroom to your room naked!” “You’re supposed to avert your eyes J.” Her friend teased and gave me a wink.
“Ya, you saw mine, now show us yours!” Jessica demanded. “Fat chance!” I was far too embarrassed now to even give them a quick flash. “Well fine!” she pouted, “then you don’t get to watch us make out.” With that she grabbed her friend’s hand and they went to her bedroom and didn’t come out until breakfast.
Jessica was an avid reader of magazines like Cosmo that “spill” all the secrets of men and tell you how to “drive them wild in bed.” Mostly I see them as rehashes of things everyone already a knows. Everyone except Jessica it seems. A few days after her friend’s visit Jessica sat at the table pouring over some supposed secrets. “Hey J, it says here that men occasionally give names to their penises, is that true?” I raised an eyebrow “Ya, I guess but I think that is mostly just high school and college kids.” “What’s yours called?” I laughed as I knew that was the follow up. “I didn’t name mine.” “Really?” She apparently had some lingering interest in my manhood from the other night and was upset that I still wasn’t sharing. “Really. Sorry to disappoint, I just never saw the point of it.” “Whatever.”
Jessica continued to read and piped up again when she found another piece of bait. “Okay, here’s one. Says here that ALL men have measured their own penis. That includes you, J.” “Does it?” I wasn’t taking the bait easily. “Yes!” She was almost angry with me now, “Don’t tell me you haven’t measured it.” “Okay, I won’t,” I quipped. “So you have?” “Maybe,” I teased. “Don’t be a jerk, JD. Have you measured it or not?” “Fine. I have.”
“How big is it?” I had wondered if she would dare to ask but didn’t really think she would. “That’s pretty personal, don’t you think?” “Oh come, on J. We’ve been roomies for awhile now, you can tell me.” “What? How does being roomies for awhile make it okay to talk about the size of my dick?” I didn’t really care I just wasn’t following her logic. “Girls share dirty details all the time, even moments after meeting each other!” “Ya, I’m not a girl.” “You might as well be, J. Fuck.”
“What’s that mean? Don’t get upset, I was only playing.” I tried to calm her down a bit. “Well, it was just a question and you don’t have to tell me, but really… what’s the big deal?” she was winding down but still hadn’t given up. “No big deal, I guess. Maybe I just don’t want you to be disappointed.” She was surprised, “Is it that small?” “What? No! Of course not.” it wasn’t what I meant and now I’d have to save myself. “I meant disappointed about something you can’t have.” “Why can’t I?” She was dead serious.
“I, uh…I don’t know.” I was caught off guard with that one and now was trying to think of something witty but was hung up on the idea of being with her. “Because then I wouldn’t be able to be your landlord any more.” “Seriously J? You’re going to kick me out?” she was obviously hurt at the thought. “God no. Maybe I like my power.” She was really starting to get tired of the games. “Maybe I’m afraid that I might become pussy whipped.” “Just answer the question JD. How big is it?” I paused for a moment and wondered if I should really tell.
“What?” she seemed angry again instead of happy or excited, “You don’t have to lie. Why can’t you just fucking tell me?” With that she got up, grabbed her coat and headed for the door. “I’m serious!” I yelled as she slammed the door. I knew better than to go after her so I tidied up the place a bit before I headed out myself. I looked at the magazine that had set everything off and was surprised to learn that I was quite a bit bigger than most and that she must have assumed I was exaggerating.
It was late when I returned home. Jessica still hadn’t come back or at least it didn’t seems as such. I poured myself a night cap and plopped down in the arm chair hoping she’d return before I retired. I had been thinking about the discussion all evening and wanted to clear things up. I always feel guilty after a disagreement, regardless of how serious it is. I gave up after an hour and headed off to bed.
I was completely out of it and didn’t notice Jessica come in to my room in the wee hours of the morning. I even slept through her climbing on to my bed. It wasn’t until she peeled back the covers and upon the sight of my morning wood, exclaimed “Holy shit,” that I finally woke up.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Taking things into my own hands,” she replied and with both of her hands took hold of my cock. She wasn’t drunk but seemed to have had few so that she was obviously brave enough to push the limits. “Are you going to kick me out if I suck your dick, J?” With that she licked the tip then took as much as she could into her mouth. I had no response mainly due to the initial shock of a hot mouth.
I moaned. “What’s that J?” she said, coming up for air. “Of course I’m not going to kick you out. It really was just a misunder…” Jessica interrupted, “What if I fuck you, J? Are you going to kick me out then?” She stood up on the bed, reached beneath her skirt and slid down her panties, stepped out of them, then tossed them at my face. Their warmth and aroma were intoxicating. I brushed them aside to see her hike up her skirt as she straddled me. She lifted up my cock as she lowered herself, guiding me inside her wanting pussy.
She bit her lower lip and half moaned, half whimpered. “Oh god,” I breathed. Months of watching her and being teased by her were coming to fruition. Jessica leaned forward, place her hands on my chest giving herself the freedom to slowly slide up and down my shaft, familiarizing herself with its girth and depth. She made a little oomph noise each time she slid all the way down to the base.
She finally leaded back, fully sitting upon me, burying my dick deep inside her pussy. She removed her shirt, unfastened her bra and slowly slid if off, holding my gaze the whole time. “Squeeze my tits, J.” She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. I squeezed them gently. “Harder!” she demanded. I tightened my grip, digging my fingers into her supple flesh.
“I’m going to make you come now, J. If you’re going to kick me out, I’m going to make it worth it.” She started grinding herself against me in a circular motion. I started taking deeper, slower breaths, trying to hold out for as long as I could. Jessica took notice and accepted it as a challenge. “You better fucking come, J.” She changed her tactic and began to bounce vigorously up and down, her ass slapping against my upper thighs.
Soon she was screaming in ecstasy, throwing her head back. Seeing her give herself fully to her pleasure sent me over the edge. I released her breasts and grabbed her hips, pulling her into me, holding her in place, making us one. I exploded inside her and held my breath for what seemed like an eternity – one spent in complete bliss. We both were racked with spasms, her pussy squeezing my cock and it grew and relaxed over and over again inside her.
She collapsed beside me on the bed exhausted. “So? You going to kick me out?” she asked. I tried to catch my breath, “Yes.” “What?” she sat up and turned to look at me. “You need to move out of your room and in to mine. I don’t think I could let you go after that.” Jessica smiled and laid back down. Snuggling against me she drifted off to sleep. I laughed to myself when I realized that though I placed an ad looking for a roommate I had inadvertently found a lover.
I am an artist
My hands are my tool
And through them
Is explored and expressed
From a crude block of marble
A goddess is born
Lifeless lumps of clay
Are massaged with my fingers
Filled with secrets and dreams
Blank canvasses awaken
Bursting with vibrant color
My deft brush a transport
To worlds unknown
Begging to receive
Under my command
I am an artist