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So how did we get started? I guess it was because after I moved down to the tri-state area, I was really lonely and we both needed someone to be affectionate with. My vivid imagination got the idea that she wanted more from me than just friendship from her letters that summer. Alicia is an intriguing mix of Asian and white. She is pretty, petite, slim, and quite exotic looking, and when combined with her Caribbean accent -- it's quite appealing if you're into that sort of thing (which obviously I am). I'm crazy in the sense I like anything different, although different does not necessarily mean good for me.
I also have a tendency to push the envelope. Often. And beyond reasonable limits. Throughout our friendship, Alicia and I have been quite honest with each other. We talked about a lot of things, but after a while, our conversation shifted to the subject of sex. We talked about that a lot. We usually talked about who we had sex with, and whether or not that was enjoyable. Besides oral sex with Dave, she only had one other partner, who claimed he was afraid of getting her pregnant and so insisted on having only anal sex with her - not k**ding (I never understood why because Alicia was a pretty smart cookie). When I asked her whether or not it hurt, she replied that it was usually okay, but one time she couldn’t sit down for a week. Through our phone conversations we became more intimate with each other’s personal life.
When I came up north in December, I asked her to pick me up at the bus station. We went to her uncle's place to drop off some gifts I had brought his k**s, then we went shopping. We weren’t very touchy with each other but she does recall that she got the idea I wanted her when I lifted her up so she wouldn’t step in a puddle on campus. I spent that whole day with Alicia, who had also invited me to a party later that evening as her 'date.' I later found out that this was a dinner party was to be hosted at someone's house. But instead of the fancy shindig I had expected, it was more of a college student party. I didn't expect much because she said there was a guy who she was interested in who might be there at the party.
We got dressed when we returned to her uncle’s place in Mississauga. Alicia had bought a black chong sam, a form-fitting black Chinese dress that showed off her body. We went up to her room, where she tried on a few other dresses in front of me and asked me what I thought. She looked great and I told her so. She finally tried on the chong sam, which made her look irresistible. After she put it on, I deliberately helped her smooth out the wrinkles of her dress.
"Are you wearing any underwear?" I asked jokingly as I felt her ass.
"Yes," she replied. She didn't move my hand away but also didn't really encourage it to remain there.
"Damn."
While we were looking at ourselves in the mirror, I gave her a hug, and she pushed back at me so we toppled onto the bed. I closed my eyes when she turned herself over to face me. I could feel her face close to mine, her breath stirring. My hands reached around her and held her close to me. My dick was throbbing.
Knock knock.
"Just a second!" she exclaimed, rolling off of me and onto the floor.
She straightened herself out and walked over to the door and opened it. It was her three-year old cousin. She held him up and gave him a hug. She was good that way - great with k**s, like the oldest sibling should be. I guess that's why I'm attracted to a girl if she's the oldest sibling in her family. There is usually strength there.
She put her young cousin down and got his older brother to look after him. Then she walked back into the room without closing the door.
"How does this look?" she asked, knowing how I felt.
"Gorgeous." I said, knowing she needed no reassurance.
We both sat down on the bed and I reached over and felt her ass through the dress. She got up, took my hand, and led me downstairs.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs, she looked down at her shoes. "Oh, do me up?" she asked, placing her right foot on my knee.
The chong sam slid up half her thigh, revealing the bare skin underneath.
I swallowed and did up the buckle for her shoe.
She set her right foot down and placed the left on my knee. I slid my fingers up to her calf then down to do the clasp. I looked up to see her mischevious smile. She liked being in control.
At the party, however, it was a different story. I was smitten by Amy, a beautiful, slim, Chinese girl I met and was having a great time talking to her. Halfway through our conversation, Alicia came up to me and told me she wanted to go home. I asked her to hold on.
It's amazing how competition drives women. Alicia never really showed any interest in me until I started talking to Amy, and Amy probably would never have started talking to me if I hadn't walked in with Alicia. Crazy,
But I felt bad for Alicia because she never got 'her man.' So we left and went to my sister's downtown apartment. We sat on the couch and watched television. Alicia lay her head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. I placed my hand on her thigh and began caressing her thigh through the slit of her dress. Sensing an invitation, my fingers crept up to her panty line.
A few hours later, she got up, turned to me, and said she had to make a phone call. After talking on the phone for a while, she said she had to leave and return to the party. I told her not to leave and asked her what she wanted to do. She said that she would rather stay here but it was her duty to return to the party. So I walked her to her car. Before she left, she reached up as if to kiss me, but then decided against it. My blue balls and I walked home in the cold together.
But she came back the next night, wearing an beige ribbed sweater and a pair of jeans. We were on the couch in the living room, watching an episode of the X-Files. The light was turned down and we were both snuggled under a blanket. Nonetheless, my sister's roommate came in and out of her room. Each and every time she did this, like guilty high school students caught in the act, we suddenly jerked up and rushed to opposite sides of the couch.
My hands slid up the sides of her sweater, lightly touching her abdomen. My fingers continued their upward journey to her bra, then felt her soft breasts and the hardening nipples between my fingers. Breathing a little harder, she turned around to me and placed her hands on mine, guiding them down into her pants. “Down,” she whispered. Alicia is probably the one and only girl I have ever gone out with who was absolutely clear with me what she wanted. My fingers took a while to find their way around her clothing to find her mound and I began rubbing her through the coarse hair. She breathed deeply and frantically unbuttoned her jeans so that I could reach further. "You have to reach underneath to undo the button," she said, when I struggled getting her sweater dress unbuttoned. Finally, I inserted a finger into her vagina then two as she bit her lip, muffling a cry. She reached underneath the blanket and felt my penis through my pants. Without hesitation, she reached into my jeans, stroked my penis, and undid the fly as she watched my member spring out.
Then the roommate came out.
We jumped to opposite sides of the couch but kept the blanket over us. Who were we fooling?
We decided to move to the bathroom. I didn't know whether or it was better or worse to keep the lights on. So we left them off, hoping none of the legal occupants of the apartment needed to use this particular bathroom. Alicia lay down on her back, and shuffled her jeans and panties past her legs. She brought up her knees to her stomach then spread her legs apart. I positioned myself on my knees and placed my face over her crotch, licking her wet mound. The air was filled with the sounds of pleasure and the smell of spoor. After climaxing she placed her hand over her mound and turned herself around. She had me take off my pants then positioned me over her, taking my penis into her mouth. I was frightened as hell, this being my sister's bathroom, but Alicia was delighting in the danger of getting caught. I halfheartedly came in her mouth which she delightfully gulped down.
We agreed to meet the next day. I couldn’t wait to see her and when she arrived at the apartment. We kissed then half-walked, half-dragged ourselves from the foyer to the living room and took off each other's clothes off. Naked from the waist up, Alicia then went into the kitchen, fetched a bowl and filled it with ice cubes. She brought it back to me. Without a word between us, I took one of the ice cubes, sucked on it until the edges were smooth, then slid it over Alicia's body. I followed the contours of her body, from her moist lips, and down the nape of her neck, watching the stone leave a wet, snaking trail over her. The ice cube went around the circumference of her right breast and stopped at the erect nipple. Drops fell off and patterned her breast in stripes of wetness. Drops of water and perspiration mixed together made their way into the crevice of her navel then spilled out to either side.
Alicia spread her legs, and a droplet circumvented the hairy mesh to join the emerging rivulets of moisture that seemed to pour from within. With the ice in my mouth, I traced lines of moisture from the tips of her toes, up the inside of her calves and thighs, around the pattern of hair, and then over her parting lips. I placed my lips on her vagina then used my tongue to push the ice cube into moist heat. She enveloped it before squeezing it back out. I continued the game, sliding the ice cube over her body before slipping it into her vagina with a finger or two.
When she really became excited, she told me to put on a condom.
That was when we realized we didn’t have any.
We tried to cajole the other into going across the street to buy a pack but she won out when she said, “I promise to be wet when you come back.” Less than a second later, I was at the elevator pushing the buttons furiously. Five minutes later, I came back with a box of condoms, a newspaper, and a bottle of water. Alicia was wearing my shirt and was naked from the waist down. She bent over with everything in full view and put a Sarah McLachlan CD in the stereo.
I let her put the condom on my penis and we began to have sex, first lying down in the missionary position, then with Alicia on all fours. Finally we moved into the other room and had sex on the leather chair. I sat on the chair as she lowered herself on my penis, reverse cowboy style. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” she asked. I was having too much of a good time to answer. She got off me then turned around. I stood up, grabbed her around the waist, and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me and slid down to impale herself on my cock. Holding onto her sides, I threw her in the air then pulled her back down, each time penetrating her. Her laboured breathing made me throw her higher and higher. When I got tired, I sat down backwards in a chair while still inside her. I reached down and sucked on her nipples. “Bite them,” she commanded. I obeyed but she kept insisted, “bite harder.” Ok... Her sexual frenzy began to peak as I thrusted faster and faster into her laboring cunt while biting hard on her nipples. The wet, sloppy sounds emanating from our loins only encouraged me to pump harder. “Ah, ah, ah... Shit! Shit! Shit!.. SHIIIIIT!” she grunted then let out a loud moan. Spent, she became quiet as she smiled with a sense of satisfaction and wiped the sweat from my brow. “You didn’t?” she asked. “No, I’m saving it,” I replied. We went again for round two.
Later that month, I came up again with my friend Martin, and although I felt guilty for ditching him, I figured he'd do the same if he were in my shoes. It's so dangerous when we justify our wrongful actions. But earlier that day Alicia had told me about when she went to the basement to do the laundry. She took off her underwear and just put on her sweatpants. She told me she was thinking about me and by the time she got down to the basement, she could feel droplets of wetness running down her inner thigh. Martin who? That night I waited for Alicia at the curb of the house. Around the bend, headlights swung around and found me. The passenger door opened and I stepped in. Once we were a safe distance away, I gave Alicia a hard kiss on the lips. Her hand found my thigh and began feeling the growing erection inside. While stopped at a light, my left hand crept into her khaki shorts and began fondling her. I was surprised at the fact she was wearing underwear - she would lose them anyway. While I was fondling her, the car swerved this way and that - I just hoped that we weren't seen by police - it would have involved a breathalyzer and a hefty explanation.
But we arrived back at her uncle's house without incident. The door to the office was open and her eldest cousin was on the computer, hooked up to the internet.
"We're going to be talking downstairs. Please don't disturb us. It's quite important," Alicia told him.
I don't think he ever took his eyes off the screen and only muttered a few words of acknowledgement.
In the basement, Alicia admitted that she was as anxious and apprehensive as I was when we were fucking at my sister's apartment. This time I was the one who was enjoying it. She had to suppress her screams as not to disturb the rest of the house's inhabitants. I swung her around and kissed her passionately. Our hands worked furiously at each other's clothes. Through her white blouse, I undid the clasp of her bra and removed it through her shirt. I could see a damp circle form on her khaki shorts below her crotch, where her juice had soiled through her panties. In a wet tearing sound, her panties came off. I placed them in my pants pocket. I fell to my knees to kiss her belly, all the time feeling the heat coming off her pussy. My fingers stroked through the black hair which I parted to expose the clitoris. I gave it a good, wet tongue lashing.
"I want you in me. Fuck me." she breathed.
I rose to a standing position then helped her down to a sitting position. Legs wide and back arched, she aimed her pussy at me. I positioned myself beneath her and placed my cock at her labia. Sensing my cock, she tried to push herself towards me to swallow it but my hands prevented her from taking in more than the head.
Alicia began whimpering and when she finally could not take it anymore, I thrusted my member into her, eliciting a small shriek from her, then a long exhale. I pulled out and my penis came out of her, covered in a thick white mucous. She bent down to look at it and licked it off. We had sex sitting down, standing up, doggy-style. When we were both finished, we got in the car, then changed our minds and had sex in the back seat of her car, the car jostling up and down to our rhythmic motions.
About three months later, it was finally time for her to come visit me in the tri-state area and it had been a while since I last saw her. I decided not to push it and ended up just taking her luggage from her when she arrived at the front door. We went upstairs and she wanted to shower. I thought about helping her but thought that would be too forward. So I turned the lights off and waited.
She emerged from the bathroom, hesitant in the darkness. I crept silently to her and placed my hands on her upper arms. I startled her but she welcomed my touch with a long breath. My hands felt the smooth, liquid feel of her silk house dress. I leaned closer to her and reached her front, sliding her robe over her shoulders. Alicia stepped out of it as it fell silently to the floor. She turned to face me. I examined her, the burgundy neglige appearing black to me in the darkened room, contrasting against her fair skin. It was seamless and only broke where the erect nipples pushed against the fabric. Alicia pushed her hands against my abdomen and undid the button of my shorts and fondled my erection. We stumbled to the bed, lips and hands working frantically. I lay on my back and let me straddle me. With one hand on my thigh and another at the base of my penis, she hovered over me, then sank down, taking up the length of my member. She exhaled deeply in pleasure - it had been at least three months since we had felt each other. She rocked slowly as I watched her eyes glistening in the darkness. She sped up her movements as she got more excited.
"Oh shit! Shit! Fuck, fuck , fuck," she moaned.
My hands grabbed her ass and I thrust and with all my might, propelling her off my dick, but having her land back on it.
"Ugh!" she grunted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…"
Gasping and grunting our way in the darkness, she finally came, explosively.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! FUCK me HAAARRRDDD!!!"
When she finally dismounted, tears streamed down her face. I wiped them away then hugged her tightly and held her.
"Thank you," she said.
We continued to have sex that night. I awoke from a brief nap to find her sitting at my desk in her house coat. She looked very intelligent in her glasses, like a seductive professor. I came up behind her and began giving her a massage. She got up and I sat down in her place. She turned around to face me, lifted up her neglige to expose her pussy, then straddled me on the chair. Lowering herself, she reached behind her head and grabbed a stool to support her back. She left quite a stain on that blue chair that I was never able to remove.
Later that night, while we were having sex reverse cowboy style, she turned around to me without opening her eyes and said, "Put it up my ass."
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up but I did what I was told. “Uh, uh, uh,” she groaned and mumbled. I was surprised at how much she got off on having me fuck her in the ass.
When we ran out of positions, we tried doing it in compromising positions. Outside on the balcony with the light shining on us for all those in the dark to see. I pushed the envelope and sometimes let it slip through my fingers. While having sex on the banister, I leaned her over the banister so that more than half of her body hung over it and into empty space. Her legs scissoring across my back was the only thing preventing her from falling over onto the concrete two floors down.
Her favourite position was on her back with her legs over her head. She felt that this was the deepest and most pleasurable penetration because it made contact with all the right spots possible. She also liked having sex standing up with her legs wrapped around me because I would throw her up and penetrate her as she came down. Alicia told me she loved coming down to my state to have sex because she felt she could do or say anything she wanted to when she was there. There were no neighbours she had to worry about (I had to worry about them instead) and she could scream and yell as much as she wanted. When we had sex all night, it meant all night. One time we tried to count her orgasms but lost track after thirty. No joke.
Alicia would often write me stories about how she wanted to lick me and fuck me, usually after teasing me to the point of madness. She also wrote about a co-worker of hers, when I asked her if she had ever thought about having sex with another woman. It was quite an interesting story, as Alicia described how she wanted especially to take her clothes off, turn her over, and lick her asshole.
While directing her on how to masturbate over the phone with her purple dildo (she had a black one too but I could never convince her to use both at the same time), I asked to move over to the desk and place a sheet of paper under her, so that the juices would flow down her thighs and wet the paper. I was hoping the scents would linger on the paper long enough for me to relish in her primal smells. This began to be a ongoing situation, and she would sneak off during work and masturbate with a piece of paper in the staff washroom. Afterwards, she would write, “I got off on this,” and send it to me. I still have the paper.
I also have a tendency to push the envelope. Often. And beyond reasonable limits. Throughout our friendship, Alicia and I have been quite honest with each other. We talked about a lot of things, but after a while, our conversation shifted to the subject of sex. We talked about that a lot. We usually talked about who we had sex with, and whether or not that was enjoyable. Besides oral sex with Dave, she only had one other partner, who claimed he was afraid of getting her pregnant and so insisted on having only anal sex with her - not k**ding (I never understood why because Alicia was a pretty smart cookie). When I asked her whether or not it hurt, she replied that it was usually okay, but one time she couldn’t sit down for a week. Through our phone conversations we became more intimate with each other’s personal life.
When I came up north in December, I asked her to pick me up at the bus station. We went to her uncle's place to drop off some gifts I had brought his k**s, then we went shopping. We weren’t very touchy with each other but she does recall that she got the idea I wanted her when I lifted her up so she wouldn’t step in a puddle on campus. I spent that whole day with Alicia, who had also invited me to a party later that evening as her 'date.' I later found out that this was a dinner party was to be hosted at someone's house. But instead of the fancy shindig I had expected, it was more of a college student party. I didn't expect much because she said there was a guy who she was interested in who might be there at the party.
We got dressed when we returned to her uncle’s place in Mississauga. Alicia had bought a black chong sam, a form-fitting black Chinese dress that showed off her body. We went up to her room, where she tried on a few other dresses in front of me and asked me what I thought. She looked great and I told her so. She finally tried on the chong sam, which made her look irresistible. After she put it on, I deliberately helped her smooth out the wrinkles of her dress.
"Are you wearing any underwear?" I asked jokingly as I felt her ass.
"Yes," she replied. She didn't move my hand away but also didn't really encourage it to remain there.
"Damn."
While we were looking at ourselves in the mirror, I gave her a hug, and she pushed back at me so we toppled onto the bed. I closed my eyes when she turned herself over to face me. I could feel her face close to mine, her breath stirring. My hands reached around her and held her close to me. My dick was throbbing.
Knock knock.
"Just a second!" she exclaimed, rolling off of me and onto the floor.
She straightened herself out and walked over to the door and opened it. It was her three-year old cousin. She held him up and gave him a hug. She was good that way - great with k**s, like the oldest sibling should be. I guess that's why I'm attracted to a girl if she's the oldest sibling in her family. There is usually strength there.
She put her young cousin down and got his older brother to look after him. Then she walked back into the room without closing the door.
"How does this look?" she asked, knowing how I felt.
"Gorgeous." I said, knowing she needed no reassurance.
We both sat down on the bed and I reached over and felt her ass through the dress. She got up, took my hand, and led me downstairs.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs, she looked down at her shoes. "Oh, do me up?" she asked, placing her right foot on my knee.
The chong sam slid up half her thigh, revealing the bare skin underneath.
I swallowed and did up the buckle for her shoe.
She set her right foot down and placed the left on my knee. I slid my fingers up to her calf then down to do the clasp. I looked up to see her mischevious smile. She liked being in control.
At the party, however, it was a different story. I was smitten by Amy, a beautiful, slim, Chinese girl I met and was having a great time talking to her. Halfway through our conversation, Alicia came up to me and told me she wanted to go home. I asked her to hold on.
It's amazing how competition drives women. Alicia never really showed any interest in me until I started talking to Amy, and Amy probably would never have started talking to me if I hadn't walked in with Alicia. Crazy,
But I felt bad for Alicia because she never got 'her man.' So we left and went to my sister's downtown apartment. We sat on the couch and watched television. Alicia lay her head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. I placed my hand on her thigh and began caressing her thigh through the slit of her dress. Sensing an invitation, my fingers crept up to her panty line.
A few hours later, she got up, turned to me, and said she had to make a phone call. After talking on the phone for a while, she said she had to leave and return to the party. I told her not to leave and asked her what she wanted to do. She said that she would rather stay here but it was her duty to return to the party. So I walked her to her car. Before she left, she reached up as if to kiss me, but then decided against it. My blue balls and I walked home in the cold together.
But she came back the next night, wearing an beige ribbed sweater and a pair of jeans. We were on the couch in the living room, watching an episode of the X-Files. The light was turned down and we were both snuggled under a blanket. Nonetheless, my sister's roommate came in and out of her room. Each and every time she did this, like guilty high school students caught in the act, we suddenly jerked up and rushed to opposite sides of the couch.
My hands slid up the sides of her sweater, lightly touching her abdomen. My fingers continued their upward journey to her bra, then felt her soft breasts and the hardening nipples between my fingers. Breathing a little harder, she turned around to me and placed her hands on mine, guiding them down into her pants. “Down,” she whispered. Alicia is probably the one and only girl I have ever gone out with who was absolutely clear with me what she wanted. My fingers took a while to find their way around her clothing to find her mound and I began rubbing her through the coarse hair. She breathed deeply and frantically unbuttoned her jeans so that I could reach further. "You have to reach underneath to undo the button," she said, when I struggled getting her sweater dress unbuttoned. Finally, I inserted a finger into her vagina then two as she bit her lip, muffling a cry. She reached underneath the blanket and felt my penis through my pants. Without hesitation, she reached into my jeans, stroked my penis, and undid the fly as she watched my member spring out.
Then the roommate came out.
We jumped to opposite sides of the couch but kept the blanket over us. Who were we fooling?
We decided to move to the bathroom. I didn't know whether or it was better or worse to keep the lights on. So we left them off, hoping none of the legal occupants of the apartment needed to use this particular bathroom. Alicia lay down on her back, and shuffled her jeans and panties past her legs. She brought up her knees to her stomach then spread her legs apart. I positioned myself on my knees and placed my face over her crotch, licking her wet mound. The air was filled with the sounds of pleasure and the smell of spoor. After climaxing she placed her hand over her mound and turned herself around. She had me take off my pants then positioned me over her, taking my penis into her mouth. I was frightened as hell, this being my sister's bathroom, but Alicia was delighting in the danger of getting caught. I halfheartedly came in her mouth which she delightfully gulped down.
We agreed to meet the next day. I couldn’t wait to see her and when she arrived at the apartment. We kissed then half-walked, half-dragged ourselves from the foyer to the living room and took off each other's clothes off. Naked from the waist up, Alicia then went into the kitchen, fetched a bowl and filled it with ice cubes. She brought it back to me. Without a word between us, I took one of the ice cubes, sucked on it until the edges were smooth, then slid it over Alicia's body. I followed the contours of her body, from her moist lips, and down the nape of her neck, watching the stone leave a wet, snaking trail over her. The ice cube went around the circumference of her right breast and stopped at the erect nipple. Drops fell off and patterned her breast in stripes of wetness. Drops of water and perspiration mixed together made their way into the crevice of her navel then spilled out to either side.
Alicia spread her legs, and a droplet circumvented the hairy mesh to join the emerging rivulets of moisture that seemed to pour from within. With the ice in my mouth, I traced lines of moisture from the tips of her toes, up the inside of her calves and thighs, around the pattern of hair, and then over her parting lips. I placed my lips on her vagina then used my tongue to push the ice cube into moist heat. She enveloped it before squeezing it back out. I continued the game, sliding the ice cube over her body before slipping it into her vagina with a finger or two.
When she really became excited, she told me to put on a condom.
That was when we realized we didn’t have any.
We tried to cajole the other into going across the street to buy a pack but she won out when she said, “I promise to be wet when you come back.” Less than a second later, I was at the elevator pushing the buttons furiously. Five minutes later, I came back with a box of condoms, a newspaper, and a bottle of water. Alicia was wearing my shirt and was naked from the waist down. She bent over with everything in full view and put a Sarah McLachlan CD in the stereo.
I let her put the condom on my penis and we began to have sex, first lying down in the missionary position, then with Alicia on all fours. Finally we moved into the other room and had sex on the leather chair. I sat on the chair as she lowered herself on my penis, reverse cowboy style. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” she asked. I was having too much of a good time to answer. She got off me then turned around. I stood up, grabbed her around the waist, and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me and slid down to impale herself on my cock. Holding onto her sides, I threw her in the air then pulled her back down, each time penetrating her. Her laboured breathing made me throw her higher and higher. When I got tired, I sat down backwards in a chair while still inside her. I reached down and sucked on her nipples. “Bite them,” she commanded. I obeyed but she kept insisted, “bite harder.” Ok... Her sexual frenzy began to peak as I thrusted faster and faster into her laboring cunt while biting hard on her nipples. The wet, sloppy sounds emanating from our loins only encouraged me to pump harder. “Ah, ah, ah... Shit! Shit! Shit!.. SHIIIIIT!” she grunted then let out a loud moan. Spent, she became quiet as she smiled with a sense of satisfaction and wiped the sweat from my brow. “You didn’t?” she asked. “No, I’m saving it,” I replied. We went again for round two.
Later that month, I came up again with my friend Martin, and although I felt guilty for ditching him, I figured he'd do the same if he were in my shoes. It's so dangerous when we justify our wrongful actions. But earlier that day Alicia had told me about when she went to the basement to do the laundry. She took off her underwear and just put on her sweatpants. She told me she was thinking about me and by the time she got down to the basement, she could feel droplets of wetness running down her inner thigh. Martin who? That night I waited for Alicia at the curb of the house. Around the bend, headlights swung around and found me. The passenger door opened and I stepped in. Once we were a safe distance away, I gave Alicia a hard kiss on the lips. Her hand found my thigh and began feeling the growing erection inside. While stopped at a light, my left hand crept into her khaki shorts and began fondling her. I was surprised at the fact she was wearing underwear - she would lose them anyway. While I was fondling her, the car swerved this way and that - I just hoped that we weren't seen by police - it would have involved a breathalyzer and a hefty explanation.
But we arrived back at her uncle's house without incident. The door to the office was open and her eldest cousin was on the computer, hooked up to the internet.
"We're going to be talking downstairs. Please don't disturb us. It's quite important," Alicia told him.
I don't think he ever took his eyes off the screen and only muttered a few words of acknowledgement.
In the basement, Alicia admitted that she was as anxious and apprehensive as I was when we were fucking at my sister's apartment. This time I was the one who was enjoying it. She had to suppress her screams as not to disturb the rest of the house's inhabitants. I swung her around and kissed her passionately. Our hands worked furiously at each other's clothes. Through her white blouse, I undid the clasp of her bra and removed it through her shirt. I could see a damp circle form on her khaki shorts below her crotch, where her juice had soiled through her panties. In a wet tearing sound, her panties came off. I placed them in my pants pocket. I fell to my knees to kiss her belly, all the time feeling the heat coming off her pussy. My fingers stroked through the black hair which I parted to expose the clitoris. I gave it a good, wet tongue lashing.
"I want you in me. Fuck me." she breathed.
I rose to a standing position then helped her down to a sitting position. Legs wide and back arched, she aimed her pussy at me. I positioned myself beneath her and placed my cock at her labia. Sensing my cock, she tried to push herself towards me to swallow it but my hands prevented her from taking in more than the head.
Alicia began whimpering and when she finally could not take it anymore, I thrusted my member into her, eliciting a small shriek from her, then a long exhale. I pulled out and my penis came out of her, covered in a thick white mucous. She bent down to look at it and licked it off. We had sex sitting down, standing up, doggy-style. When we were both finished, we got in the car, then changed our minds and had sex in the back seat of her car, the car jostling up and down to our rhythmic motions.
About three months later, it was finally time for her to come visit me in the tri-state area and it had been a while since I last saw her. I decided not to push it and ended up just taking her luggage from her when she arrived at the front door. We went upstairs and she wanted to shower. I thought about helping her but thought that would be too forward. So I turned the lights off and waited.
She emerged from the bathroom, hesitant in the darkness. I crept silently to her and placed my hands on her upper arms. I startled her but she welcomed my touch with a long breath. My hands felt the smooth, liquid feel of her silk house dress. I leaned closer to her and reached her front, sliding her robe over her shoulders. Alicia stepped out of it as it fell silently to the floor. She turned to face me. I examined her, the burgundy neglige appearing black to me in the darkened room, contrasting against her fair skin. It was seamless and only broke where the erect nipples pushed against the fabric. Alicia pushed her hands against my abdomen and undid the button of my shorts and fondled my erection. We stumbled to the bed, lips and hands working frantically. I lay on my back and let me straddle me. With one hand on my thigh and another at the base of my penis, she hovered over me, then sank down, taking up the length of my member. She exhaled deeply in pleasure - it had been at least three months since we had felt each other. She rocked slowly as I watched her eyes glistening in the darkness. She sped up her movements as she got more excited.
"Oh shit! Shit! Fuck, fuck , fuck," she moaned.
My hands grabbed her ass and I thrust and with all my might, propelling her off my dick, but having her land back on it.
"Ugh!" she grunted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…"
Gasping and grunting our way in the darkness, she finally came, explosively.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! FUCK me HAAARRRDDD!!!"
When she finally dismounted, tears streamed down her face. I wiped them away then hugged her tightly and held her.
"Thank you," she said.
We continued to have sex that night. I awoke from a brief nap to find her sitting at my desk in her house coat. She looked very intelligent in her glasses, like a seductive professor. I came up behind her and began giving her a massage. She got up and I sat down in her place. She turned around to face me, lifted up her neglige to expose her pussy, then straddled me on the chair. Lowering herself, she reached behind her head and grabbed a stool to support her back. She left quite a stain on that blue chair that I was never able to remove.
Later that night, while we were having sex reverse cowboy style, she turned around to me without opening her eyes and said, "Put it up my ass."
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up but I did what I was told. “Uh, uh, uh,” she groaned and mumbled. I was surprised at how much she got off on having me fuck her in the ass.
When we ran out of positions, we tried doing it in compromising positions. Outside on the balcony with the light shining on us for all those in the dark to see. I pushed the envelope and sometimes let it slip through my fingers. While having sex on the banister, I leaned her over the banister so that more than half of her body hung over it and into empty space. Her legs scissoring across my back was the only thing preventing her from falling over onto the concrete two floors down.
Her favourite position was on her back with her legs over her head. She felt that this was the deepest and most pleasurable penetration because it made contact with all the right spots possible. She also liked having sex standing up with her legs wrapped around me because I would throw her up and penetrate her as she came down. Alicia told me she loved coming down to my state to have sex because she felt she could do or say anything she wanted to when she was there. There were no neighbours she had to worry about (I had to worry about them instead) and she could scream and yell as much as she wanted. When we had sex all night, it meant all night. One time we tried to count her orgasms but lost track after thirty. No joke.
Alicia would often write me stories about how she wanted to lick me and fuck me, usually after teasing me to the point of madness. She also wrote about a co-worker of hers, when I asked her if she had ever thought about having sex with another woman. It was quite an interesting story, as Alicia described how she wanted especially to take her clothes off, turn her over, and lick her asshole.
While directing her on how to masturbate over the phone with her purple dildo (she had a black one too but I could never convince her to use both at the same time), I asked to move over to the desk and place a sheet of paper under her, so that the juices would flow down her thighs and wet the paper. I was hoping the scents would linger on the paper long enough for me to relish in her primal smells. This began to be a ongoing situation, and she would sneak off during work and masturbate with a piece of paper in the staff washroom. Afterwards, she would write, “I got off on this,” and send it to me. I still have the paper.
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