Pleasant Street Ch 01
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This girl made unpredictable an art form.
First Time
I met her because the car broke down…if the car had been running, I would not have needed to take the bus. It was the summer after my graduation from high school and I was doing the fast food job thing to pay for my beer, guitar strings and the constant repairs needed by my ’73 Datsun. Since my “band” actually spent more money then we made, the burger joint job was a necessity. Therefore I found myself on the bus to the mall, wearing brown polyester pants and a white t shirt, sweating and basically looking at my absolute most dweebish, which is quite an accomplishment when you are a 5’11” 160 pound glasses-wearing teenager with long stringy red hair. Because of this I had no illusions that she would sit next to me.
I noticed her as we pulled up to the stop of course. What guy my age would not notice her? She was right about my age and had the kind of body that eighteen year olds don’t not notice. Her hair was long and brown and framed a cute rounded face that had an almost elfin look to it. But even as I thought about how great she looked I was dismissing my chances. I was actually quite shy around girls and the only time I ever showed any confidence was with a six-string in my hands. My friends would tell me that so and so liked me or something to that effect but I almost never believed them. Sure I got some looks when we would play a party or something but I always thought it was just because of my playing. After all, the lead singer gets all the girls, right? So I put my head back down into my book of Jim Morrison poetry and forgot all about the looker that was stepping up towards the driver and paying her fare.
“Hi, can I sit here?” said the voice, as I looked back up with surprise.
“ Sure, “ I stammered, “ if you don’t mind the company.”
She smiled and slid down into the seat beside me, “ I really would rather sit back here than up front with the old ladies and besides I think I know you, “ she said. “ Aren’t you the lead guitar player for Assassination? I saw you guys at Trisha’s party out by Lake Jennings last week and I thought you were just great….”
I suddenly realized that this gorgeous brunette goddess was actually acting like she was nervous to be talking to me, rather than the other way around. “ Yeah, that’s me,” I said, feeling a little comfortable to be talking about a safe subject, “but I think that was more like two or three weeks ago wasn’t it?”
“ I thought it was you,” she said. Her smile got wider and showed a little hint of teeth. “ You’re really very good, you know. We all thought so.”
“Thanks, I admit to being pretty proud of my chops but I’m surprised I don’t remember seeing you, I mean, someone as prett…err, an attractive girl like you I mean.” Damn it! C’mon Lance, I think she might actually like you, just spit it out! “What I mean is…. I just think…I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I don’t talk well but you know what I mean, ya know?”
“ I think I catch your drift,” she said with a mischievous smile. “I’m not surprised you didn’t see me. I had just broke up with my boyfriend and I was feeling a little down so I kinda hung back a bit. Anyway, my name is Glena, with an “e” not an “i”, what’s yours?”
“ I’m Lance…”
For the next half hour I mostly managed to keep my foot out of my mouth and sound somewhat intelligent. We even exchanged phone numbers when I got off at the mall. I told her I would call her when I got off work. That was the longest 6-hour shift ever!
Eventually it did end and I snagged a ride home from Sandy, who teased me all the way about why I was all smiles. She even leaned over and kissed my cheek, winked and gave me a sly “Good luck” when she dropped me off. Was I really so transparent?
Dad wasn’t home, but that was not a real surprise. He’d had a tendency to stay at his favorite watering hole ‘til closing ever since Mom left. The good news on that was no problems making a phone call this late at night. I dialed while saying a silent prayer that she hadn’t been playing a trick and I was going to get some pizza place or something. The voice I was afraid of not hearing answered the phone. “ Hi, Glena with an e, “ I said, feeling much more confident with the phone as an insulator, “ it’s Lance.”
“ I know that silly,” she giggled, “I was waiting for you….”
One whole month! That was my thought as I pulled up in front of her house to pick up Glena. I’d been dating the girl of my dreams for a whole month! Not just dating, but going together even. It seemed like my whole life was perfect. Beautiful girlfriend, best friend at work who I could bounce ideas off of without seeming like a geek and even rehearsals had been smooth. Sean and Jimmy hadn’t fought about anything in weeks! I noticed her parent’s car was gone so I pulled into the driveway, turned off the engine and grabbed the flowers Sandy had made me buy.
“Believe me Lance,” Sandy had advised, “she’ll like it, even if she did tell you not to make a big deal out of tonight…”
“Hey baby, “ Glena said as she met me at the door, “looks like we have a change of plans…Sean’s mom and dad are making him baby-sit so Janet is gonna keep him company and we’re on our own. Oh, are those for me?” She took the flowers and planted a big kiss right on me. (Thanks, Sandy!) “ My mom and dad went out for dinner so we can do whatever we want.”
“ OK, so what were you thinking,” I asked. Glena took my hand and led me into the house.
“What about just ordering a pizza and snuggling up to watch a movie here, ” she suggested. “Unless you’re afraid of me…….” Here we go again! Glena’s number one game the last couple of weeks had been teasing me about my virginity. So maybe it was a little odd for a guy to be an eighteen-year-old virgin, but I had reasons! It wasn’t like I didn’t want to go there, it was just a matter of priorities and opportunity. But ever since she had figured it out, Glena made it seem like I was scared.
Awright, maybe I was a little shy about it, but I wasn’t scared! My last girlfriend and I had even gone down on each other, an admission that had raised an interesting expression to Glena’s face when I made it, along with that little half grin that had so intrigued me that day on the bus. Glena and I had done some pretty heavy making out and she knew I wanted to go further, but neither of us was overly fond of the back seat bit. Plus my Dad had uncharacteristically been staying home a lot.
Glena had been very open about the fact that she was not new at sex. While she wasn’t a tramp by any means she was also proud that she was not a “tease”. What she meant by that was she didn’t do or say anything she was not willing to follow through to its logical conclusion. We had actually got as far as taking each others tops off last week (God she had awesome tits!) and she had kissed her way slowly down my chest, gently laughing about my “little red curls”.
The lower she got the more the muscles in my legs tensed up until I was actually shaking a little bit. I leaned back on her bed and played with the white strap of her lacy bra, tracing her slight tan line with my finger nail and marveling at how smooth and soft her skin was and caressing the muscles in her back. Glena took Tae-Kwan-Do twice a week and it kept her in very good shape. Weird that if it ever came down to it my girlfriend could probably kick my ass!
All such thoughts were suddenly lost as she reached the edge of my 501’s. She looked up straight into my eyes, took the two sides in opposite hands and pop, pop, pop, pop! She giggled at me as she reached in and wrapped her hand around me through my boxers. My back arched just the slightest bit as she gently squeezed and whispered huskily, “Well at least I know you’ve been paying attention….” Paying attention? I could have pounded nails with it! She looked deep into my eyes, licked her lips and…we heard a car pull into the driveway!
“Holy shit!” she said as she sprang up and we rushed to get clothes back on, then hurried back to the front of the house and plopped down on the couch in front of the TV just as her father turned the knob and walked into the foyer.
We hadn’t really had a chance to be alone since then until just now, and even the memory was enough to give me a little rush of blood to a certain place, which she of course picked up on immediately.
“Pizza is optional, of course,” she whispered as she moved into my arms and put her head against my shoulder, “ as is the movie…” She nipped the side of my neck lightly with her teeth and I knew I was in for it if I came up with some feeble excuse this time. I put my arms around her waist and swung her into a kiss in my best Hollywood style, taking advantage of the height difference and trying to be more like Clark Gable than one of the Three Stooges.
“OK, but let’s be careful to listen for your parents. It’s 7:30 already and I don’t want to get caught.”
“Don’t worry baby, my mom thinks you’re the perfect gentleman remember? They may not trust me but they trust you…why don’t you get out of that stupid uniform and into the stuff you brought to go out in?”
This reminded me that I had come from work and was still dressed in hideous brown polyester and a hairnet (don’t laugh! I told you my hair was long.) “Yeah, it’s in the back seat. What time will you parent’s be home anyway?”
“Not until 10:30 or 11:00 at the earliest. It’s their anniversary too. So we have plenty of time.”
“Can I take a shower then?” I asked, “ I smell like grease and I feel slimy.” I shut the door and dropped my backpack with my jeans and stuff on the tile of the entryway.
“Sure, “ called Glena from the kitchen around the corner, “actually I’d prefer it. Use mom and dad’s room. And don’t worry. I won’t peek. Much.”
As I stood in the steam and wet of the shower I took deep breaths and tried to calm down. Time to admit it to myself. I’m scared. At least a little bit. But I’m also very excited: maybe too excited. Glancing down at myself I wonder if maybe I should do something to make sure things don’t end too quickly. No, I think she would be upset if she knew and I don’t know how she won’t figure it out. I get a hard-on just kissing her so I’m sure it will seem odd if I don’t respond the way I did last week. Besides, how stupid would it be to jack off in the shower when I’ve got a wet dream in the living room?
As I turn off the water and grab a towel, I realize that I’m disappointed she didn’t peek. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe she isn’t planning what I think and maybe I’m not as sexy to her as I think I am. Damn! I forgot a change of underwear. Well, I’d rather go commando than put back on these things I’ve been sweating over the grill in for the last few hours. I button my jeans and pull a black Henley over my head, wondering if she’ll care.
I walked down the hall and into the living room with the towel over my head, rubbing furiously. Problem with long hair is it takes forever to dry….”hey G, where ya at?” I call as I walk through the arch into living/dining/kitchen area.
“On the couch, lover,” she responds, “drop the towel and come here…”
The kitchen light is still on and it spills into the living room over the breakfast bar. It combines with the glow of the TV screen to create a soft warmth that is dim but not dark. Glena has her arm over the back of the couch and is turned to face me with the light reflecting from her hazel eyes. In this light her hair looks almost black and it frames her pretty face. It has the effect of making her lips look redder and fuller and for a second she looks like that girl Dave Stevens used for the girlfriend in that Rocketeer comic, Betty something, a pinup from the fifties.
She has on something purple and shiny, and as I walk towards her I realize she has no intention of us going out, not wearing that! She looks fantastic! The purple satin turns to lace across her chest and I realize there is no bra there, just Glena. The panties match, with high cut sides edged in that same lace.
As I walk around the couch I have no words except, “Wow!” I take her hands and hold her arms out and pull her up to my chest, where I am hyper aware of two hard points pressing through satin and black cotton to grind against me as I slide my arms around her waist. I kiss her with an urgency that I’ve never felt before, fiercely pulling her as though I could actually pull her inside me to make one person. I flick my tongue against her lips with a question and she answers by opening her mouth and we begin a little wrestling match, warm and wet, one which I finish by gliding the tip across her teeth before gasping for air. I dare to slide my hands down and cup her cheeks as I give one more hard squeeze. We collapse into the couch accompanied by a low moan of pleasure and I’m sure that the twin light sources in the room are dimmed by my smile.
As she leans into me and I give a playful hug I realize that the moan was too low. “Uh, Glena, what are we watching?”
“Shhh, just watch. I like it as a warm up….” On the TV screen a muscular man is leaning against a counter while a petite blond runs her tongue up one side of his cock and then down the other, then back up to make a little circle on the tip before plunging him deep into the back of her throat. His is the moan I heard, with the volume turned almost off so it didn’t register at first. “It’s my dads’. Watch how she does it. Everything she does I’m about to do to you….everything.” The little blond on the screen was moving quicker now, long smooth strokes. The guys’ hands were grabbing the edges of the counter so hard it looked like his fingers would gouge the tile. Suddenly I started to replace my fear with something else.
Glena’s hands were moving up under my shirt and rubbing my chest as she kissed my neck and ears. “ I almost came (smack) into the shower (smack) and stopped you from getting dressed, but I (a nibble at my earlobe) decided I would rather shock you (slurp) with this….lift your arms baby…(my shirt comes over my head)…and I think I rather like your reaction (giggle).” She started to kiss her way down like the other day.
On the TV the blond was making his long thick piece disappear completely into her mouth, with the tip of her nose coming to rest against his stomach at every down stroke. I laughed as Glena’s tongue flicked into my naval. “ Honey, if you do that, I won’t be able to hold back.”
She had reached the top of my jeans again, and she paused and looked up into my eyes, “Good,” she whispered, “ cause I want to know what it tastes like, and you shouldn’t be the only one that does something new tonight.” Pop, pop, pop, pop! “Why you son of a bitch, acting all surprised like you didn’t know what I was gonna do tonight….” She said this last with a hint of amusement, like she wasn’t angry at all but very pleased.
I could feel the warmth of her breath against my skin as she made a motion to let me know to lift my hips, and as she slid my pant legs over my bare feet and threw the jeans behind her she pressed her tongue hard and flat against the base of my cock and licked up to the tip like it was a Popsicle on an august afternoon. I swear to God I almost came right there! Like she knew it she rocked back and got down on her knees in front of the couch, kissing my legs and thighs without ever actually putting her mouth on my hardness that she was gently grasping at the base with three fingers.
“Turn off the TV,” I told her, “ I just want to watch you.” She smiled that little half smile at me, stood up, walked over and stopped the tape just as the guy hooked his arms under the blond and lifted her onto that counter. For just a second she was silhouetted against the white noise screen of the static and I shivered at how sexy she looked.
She turned back to me, crossed her arms at her waist and peeled the camisole top over her head while somehow managing to keep one arm across her breasts, blocking my view. She let out a soft laugh while she threw the top at my face, and when I brushed it aside I got my first unfettered view of her magnificent chest. The pink around he nipples was larger than I thought it would be, or maybe it just seemed so because the skin around it was so pale in this area that Apollo never touched. The tan lines on her back were muted because she would untie the strap while she lay on her belly, but these beauties had rarely seen the sun. Her teats looked hard as rocks and she gave a little shriek when I grabbed her and pulled them to my lips one at a time, flicking with my tongue and watching them quiver.
“ Later, “ she said, “or I’ll lose track of what I’m doing right now.” As she said it she dropped gently back to her knees and nudged my legs wider apart. “I’ve got something I really want to try.”
“Christ, Glena, you act like we’ve got forever. I don’t think I could stand it if we were interrupted now.”
“Oh, that,” she smirked, “Well, I did lie a little. Sean and Janet aren’t babysitting, and my parents are in Palm Springs for the weekend. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”
She ran her tongue down my stomach and then took me lightly in just the tips of her fingers and kissed me right on the tip of the head. Then she swirled her tongue down to the shaft in a circular motion until the head popped gently into her mouth, and she gave a sudden suck.
“Oh god, Glena, oh yeah,” I gasped. She gathered saliva into her mouth and went down the side with wet lips and the tip of her tongue tracing a triple path of wetness, continuing around my cock until it was thinly coated with her spit and on her next trip down she grasped me in her fist and slowly pumped while her tongue and lips dropped down to nuzzle my balls for a few seconds, just long enough to make me want it more.
Looking up at me with a gleam in her eyes, she ran her tongue slowly back up the under side to the tip, closed her eyes and plunged me into the back of her throat. I gasped as my hips rose involuntarily and I squeezed the couch cushions hard between my fingers so I wouldn’t grab the back of her head. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt, and I knew I was in trouble because I could tell by the firm circle of her lips that she had not even got halfway down.
Her head bobbed back up and I could feel the insides of her cheeks as she exhaled the breath that she had been holding. I could feel how her lips were hugging me and how she was using them to keep from scr****g me with her teeth. But most all I felt her incredible tongue flattened around the bottom of my shaft and tickling the ridge left by my circumcision. She brought herself back up until I almost was out of her mouth and then went back down, going a little further each time.
As I watched I felt both exhilarated and a little detached, like I could not believe that this was happening to me tonight. Each time her lips went lower I could feel more of the sides of her mouth and it got a little tighter towards the tip, and each time my hips raised slightly more and I squeezed harder. Then my legs starting tensing and I knew I was close.
“ Baby, I can’t hold back any longer, it’s gonna happen,” I said in an almost whisper, since I couldn’t catch enough breath to say it louder.”
“I want you to baby, I want to taste it, cum in my mouth, Please!” After she said it, she took me back in her mouth, but not so deep, with her lips just onto the shaft and the head resting against her tongue. Then she pumped the shaft with her hand quickly and I knew I was done.
My hands had to hold her as my back arched, so I grabbed at her shoulders, and held my scream of release back down in my throat for fear that the whole neighborhood would hear. My beautiful girlfriend just closed her eyes and milked me into her mouth, by far the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Finally my convulsions stopped, and she pulled me out of her mouth slowly and gently. Then to my surprise, she actually swished my cum around in her mouth like she was at a wine tasting, with a look of concentration on her face.
I watched in fascination and maybe a little bit of awe as her throat pulsed with the swallow and she stuck her tongue out at me. “ All gone,” she laughed. “Not as bad as Janet and Terri said, but it is kinda bitter and thick. Now let me get a drink and let’s recover before we go back to the bedroom. We’ve got all night and it’s my turn next….”
To be continued…
A Pleasant Surprise Ch. 02
Lance & Glena's first night continues with her turn.
First Time
"Coming Lance?" Glena was obviously very proud of what she had just done. You could see it in the jaunt of her hip as she swaggered back towards her bedroom. She glanced back over her bare left shoulder; half turned and extended her arm to give me the universal "come here" gesture of curling her index figure. "What's the matter? Are your knees still too weak to hold you upright? I didn't cut your hair young master Sampson, I just swallowed your seed."
"A thing I am well aware of right now, believe me," I replied. "As to the question of whether my legs still work, let's find out." I stood up and made my way around the couch as casually as I could. True, I was a little wobbly at first but I had no intention of letting her know it.
Glena leaned against the hallway wall and waited for me. Wearing nothing but purple lace-and-satin panties she seemed supremely confident in her desirability. She raised the glass of water in her right hand to her lips. In the dim light coming both from the kitchen and the light in her bedroom behind her I saw a drop of condensation drip from the bottom of the glass to alight on her left breast. It trickled down to rest against her hard nipple and paused to glisten an invitation to my tongue.
I stepped across the room and accepted, bending slightly to place my mouth over the tip of her generous melon and flicking my tongue back and forth over the hard nub.
"Ummm," she moaned, "that's a start... c'mon lover, let's get comfy." So saying, she put her hands over my ears and pulled me up off her breast. I leaned into her and kissed her hard on the lips. We played tongue-tag for a second before she squirted off to my left and backhanded my bare ass lightly with her left hand. "Naughty boy, save that energy. You're going to need it."
I had a wonderful moment of deja vu as my girlfriend sashayed down the hall and turned right into her bedroom. I knew that this sight had haunted my dreams over the past month; this time I was wide-awake!
I followed Glena into her bedroom and posed in the doorjamb with what I hoped was a more seductive than silly look on my face. "Excuse me there little missy but were y'all looking for some company?" I said this with as much macho cowboy as a naked, skinny and pale teenager could muster.
My dream was propped on her elbows in the center of her full size bed. A single pink shaded lamp on her nightstand lighted the room. Under it was the glass of water and a book called "The Claiming of sleeping Beauty" whose cover art somehow did not match up with the Disney-esque sound of the title. The angle created delicious little shadows under her full breasts and her right leg was slightly bent, hiding from me the area I really wanted to explore. Exploding forward, I jumped onto the bed. It caught her enough off guard that she gave a little laughing shriek and snatched her legs back and away from my reckless attempt at capture.
I skooched forward and kissed her right on the belly button, rimming it with my tongue and lifting up to look in her eyes with a smacking sound from the release of the slight suction I had used.
I kissed my way up towards her mouth, pausing between pecks to say, "You said it was your turn, and that's what I intend, my sweet." I stopped to take her right and then her left nipple into my warm mouth for a quick suckle. Moving to her slightly parted lips, I allowed my tongue to dart in and tease her as it played around her teeth and the velvet part of her that had forever changed my definition of pleasure.
I pressed against her intensely as she drove her tongue to push mine back and away. She slipped it into my mouth and I could sense her taking back the initiative I had stolen.
"Oh no," I said, "Your job is done. Time to collect your paycheck." I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently but firmly shoved her down against the white comforter. I grinned as I released her and trailed my hands lightly down her arms so that only my fingertips caressed down to her elbows and curved in to the middle of her palms.
Letting her left hand lay, I took her right and brought it to my face. I lightly kissed the very center of her palm and then started with her thumb and kissed each fingertip. When I reached her pinkie I slipped the entire finger into my mouth and ran my tongue in a counter-clockwise circle. I flicked lightly against the flap of skin between it and her ring finger.
I pursed my lips around her pinkie and pulled it out slowly while keeping a gentle suction. It made the slightest of popping noises when it came out and I felt Glena shiver slightly.
I moved over to the next finger and repeated my process. By the time I got over to her index finger she was rubbing her hand against my cheek and coaxing me to continue. After teasing her thumb I planted a sloppy kiss in the middle of her palm and started back up her arm.
Instead of a series of kisses this time I slowly ran just the tip of my tongue up the direct center of her wrist. I paused every few inches to rewet it and as I neared her underarm she began to squirm and giggle.
"Ticklish Glena?" I teased as I ran my fingernails across the area between her chest and neck on my way to the left arm. " I can stop if you want."
"Don't you dare," she commanded.
I kissed my way down to the left hand and repeated the game I had started on the right. This time Glena's right hand traced figure eights on my back and I could feel her start to tense up and release with the rhythm of her breathing. Since I knew what I was doing was not that intense, I figured she must have gotten just as turned on giving in the living room as I had been receiving.
Moving back to Glena's chest I looked down at the contrast created by her tan lines. The golden skin surrounded the white areas covered by her bikini top. Two pink nipples perched in the center; the color deepened toward the tips so that the teats themselves were almost red. At the moment both were hard as little rocks and swaying slightly with the motion of Glena's breathing.
I leaned over the left breast and exhaled warm air directly onto her nipple. Cupping her right tit in my hand, I gave a squeeze and was rewarded with a slight arch of her back. This brought the nipple up against my lips and I gave it a chaste little kiss. I flicked it once and then licked down the side and began a climbing corkscrew back up, leaving a slightly wet trail in my wake to cool in the evening breeze.
This time when I reached the top I sucked the whole crown as deep and hard into my mouth as I could. Glena's gasp told me that my efforts were being rewarded. I alternated between light lapping and firm suction for a few moments before letting loose with a "plop" sound and blowing hard across the peak.
My tongue dove down the mountainside into the valley of her breastbone and renewing the strategy of a circular climb. Glena's reaction was similar but now her hands ran through my hair and when I took her right nipple deep into my mouth her hands twisted and caught in my long red hair. In response I took the nipple between my teeth and gave the slightest of bites, more a nibble really. She liked that! There was a bit of pain in her exclamation but her hips thrust up off the bed and as they settled back she gave a long, low moan.
Glena's hands settled on my wiry shoulders and gave a slight downward push. I looked up to see her eyes filled with a longing that was new to me as she pursed her lips and her look became inquisitive. I raised one eyebrow and gave my best Mr. Spock imitation.
"Please?" Glena said to me in a bit of a puppy dog voice. "I want to feel that someplace else now."
I just smiled and kissed the valley between her breasts. Slowly, wanting to prolong her sweet agony, I worked my way across her hard stomach and below her waist. As I reached the edge of the purple silk panties the pace of her breathing increased. I slid my thumbs under the sides and she lifted up to allow me room to slide them off. I pulled the sides out and away from her body and slid them down her firm thighs, over her knees and turned slightly to watch them clear over her toes. Wanting to appear more confident than I really was, I dangled them from my right thumb as I looked directly into her eyes. With a wink I tossed them over my shoulder onto the floor.
Slowly I let my eyes drift down over her perfect tits and athletes abs to the promised land. In the soft pink light of her bed stand lamp I got the first glimpse of the area that would rule my every waking thought over the next few months. The brown hair was trimmed short and triangle shaped so that it would not stand out from under her bikini bottoms. From this angle I could catch just a glimpsed of wetness on the pink inner folds of her flower.
I wanted to dive right in, to taste that wetness and run my tongue through the hidden crevices and feel their softness. However, just as I started to do just that I began to think of how Glena had reacted so far. The baby step slowness of my methods so far had as much to do with my nerves and my wanting to memorize every advance as it had with anything. Yet every time I had taken things to a new level of forbidden fruit my girlfriend had responded with gasps and moans. I think I was beginning to understand why Glena had so enjoyed what she did to me in the living room. Now I was the one in control.
I took Glena's foot in my hands and lifted it to my lips. Moving left to right I planted a delicate kiss on each toe, slipping the littlest and last into my mouth for just a moment. A shiver ran up my girl's leg and quivered into my tongue. As though it were a cue I kissed my way down the top of her foot and circled her ankle with wetness. I shifted to kneel between her feet and licked my way to the inside of her thigh.
Just as I approached the spot where Glena's legs came together I pulled up off her skin and crossed over with a warm gentle exhalation to land wetly on the opposite thigh. Her muscles were beginning to tighten and release in her quads and calves with an almost syncopated rhythm. I lifted up her right leg while running just the very fingertips of my left hand down the length of her left. I let them flow off the end to meet my other hand and my lips at her right ankle.
I kissed my way up to Glena's toes. In a successful attempt at surprise, I gave her little toe a firm nip with my teeth this time.
"Ouch!" Glena exclaimed with a little too much giggle hiding in her voice. I could tell it had not been an entirely unwelcome bite. I filed the ideas that gave me away for later use. I started to make my way slowly back up her leg.
This time when I approached her warm pussy she moved her hands towards my head and I knew that I would not be allowed to bridge the gap again. I leaned face first into her thigh and began to nibble and lick the borders of her tan lines. As a guitarist I knew not to go for the high notes too soon. I still wanted to build the anticipation.
Glena began to move her hips to force me into contact and as her hands came to rest in my hair I knew that my strong-willed diva did not intend to wait much longer. I stuck out my tongue and made a long lick to the very edge of the pink inner part of her. Just "missing", I teased upward and around the edge of her slit and down the left side. The skin just next to her folds had been shaved bare and was very smooth. As I traced the outer limits of her sex I let my warm breath flow out my mouth and hoped she was feeling it.
Now that it was time to actually start licking Glena's pussy I somehow reverted straight back to clumsy amateur. I knew I had been doing well with my delaying tactics because Glena had reacted in ways that told me she was getting more excited. Now it was time to try and make her feel the way I had a few minutes before and all my psuedo-confidence vanished. What did I do first?
I guess that what Glena wanted did not include me hovering over her and breathing like someone had pushed the pause button because the fingers in my hair tightened and my face was suddenly filled with moist warmth as she raised her hips and pulled me down into her crotch. Since I did not know what else to do I just stuck my tongue out and started at the bottom and gave one long slow lick upwards to get my first feel and taste of Glena.
I was surprised at how wet and warm she was. As a matter of fact I would even say hot. The wetness of her did not have the strong taste that you would think based on the things other guys said in their jokes or talk about their girlfriends. It was thicker than water and had a subtle flavor that I could not place yet somehow seemed almost familiar. It just seemed right.
Encouraged, I let my tongue fall back down to the bottom of her pussy and began to explore it with my mouth. I ran my tongue all over the folds and crevices and then kissed Glena like I was making out with her pussy. My lips and face were covered with her juices and I decided I would try to lick her dry. The more I tried to do that the wetter she got. I took that for a sign that I was doing something right.
Glena's breathing was becoming more forced and faster. Her fingers were still in my hair but now were looser and idly playing as she concentrated on other things. At the end of each breath she gave a little shudder and her hips rose softly up off the bed. I glanced up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. She definitely looked like she was having fun.
I turned my attention back to what I was doing. This time after running my tongue upward on the outside of her folds I ran it downward on the inside edge and back up on the outer. Then I started at the bottom and flicked my tongue left and right while I moved my chin upwards. At the place where her folds came together at the top a little domed peak was now evident. I circled this with the tip of my tongue and knew that I had done something good from the gasp that I heard above me.
I sucked the whole little dome into my mouth and let my cheeks hollow out as I tried to take it as deep as I could. My probing tongue found a little button beneath the top of the dome and when I corkscrewed my tip around it Glena let out a long low moan. The hands on my head suddenly pulled down into her rising hips and for a moment I could not breathe as Glena ground her crotch into my face. Her thighs squeezed tight on the sides of my head and her body went rigid. I was reminded of what good shape she was in when her legs lifted me right up off the bed.
Knowing that I was doing something right I kept my focus on the area as Glena convulsed a couple more times and let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sigh. I kept at it until she squirmed a bit and said my name.
"Lance, not so hard," Glena breathed, "that almost hurts a little. Give a girl a chance to recover."
"Recover?" I asked, "Does that mean... "
"Oh yeah," Glena whispered, "That's exactly what it means. You are wonderful. We're not finished though. C'mon up here baby."
I wiped my cheeks on the triangle of her hair and slowly pulled myself up the bed and into her arms and a kiss so hard I felt it in my toes. As Glena's tongue snaked into my mouth I felt the head of my once again hard cock come to rest against the wetness between her thighs.
Glena wiggled her hips and the tip of my hard-on slipped gently between the lips of her pussy. It was so hot it felt as though I would be burned. It was so wet that I could feel myself slipping in easily. So soft and tight that even though it felt just as good or better than her mouth it was infinitely different.
Glena broke the kiss and moved her hands down my back to the cheeks of my ass. "C'mon Lance," she directed, "This is no time to be nervous. I want to feel you inside me. Now Lance. Right now."
Seeing the desire in Glena's eyes and hearing the hunger in her voice I forgot to be scared or worried. I propped myself up on my hands and slowly but firmly pushed my hips forward. In a moment I felt the whole of my cock surrounded by the firm grip of her pussy. It was almost surreal how good it felt; all my fears vanished.
Glena's nails dug into my ass as she released the breath I just realized she had been holding. I pulled slowly back and up and then eased my way back down as she directed me with little pressures from her fingers and wrists.
"Faster Baby," said Glena, "You're not gonna hurt me. It feels great. Back and then thrust with your hips... OH! Yes, just like that. Again... YES... hard, you can't hurt me... mmm."
I responded to Glena and let unasked questions fade into the background as I concentrated on just feeling. This was incredible! I wanted to move or kiss her or something but I found it was all I could do to keep moving as she directed, first fast and hard, then slowing and even pausing for a moment until we seemed to find a rhythm together. This at least I recognized. On some rare occasions I had found myself in a state where it was just my guitar and me and I knew what was right to do next and what note was needed to make the solo perfect. That was how I felt now; only instead of just me it was the two of us working together. My senses seemed to expand and I became aware of details in the tone of her skin, fascinated by the trail a single drop of sweat took from her forehead to the junction between jaw, neck and earlobe.
I lost track of time completely, only noting the nuances of body temperature and muscles. I felt more than heard as Glena's breathing became faster again and her hips thrust hard upward into mine. The tightness around me became like a vise as she convulsed in staccato and the pitch of her voice hit a new high just as her gasps and moans hit a crescendo. As her body relaxed beneath me I let myself increase my pace and the muscles of my calves began to bunch in anticipation.
"Oh yes!" screamed Glena, "Don't you dare hold back. I want you to. Come inside me Lance. I want to feel it."
Like I could have stopped it! My legs locked forward and my back arched as it felt as though every drop of liquid within me poured out in rhythmic pulses into Glena's pussy. For a moment you could have broken a board over my back, as I became stone still in every place but one.
Thirty glorious seconds later I did not even have the strength to keep myself up over my girl and simply collapsed into the pillow behind her right shoulder. After a few moments of panting I finally corralled my missing lungs and whispered into the ear of my lover.
"Glena," I said, "I love you. I think I'm about to die, so let me just say that I love you."
"Baby," replied my lover, "me too."
I rolled over onto my back. For a few minutes we just lay there in the semi darkness and let our thoughts catch up with our bodies.
"What do we do now?" I asked, "Much as the thought appeals to me, it is going to be a little while before I can do more then stumble around."
"Why don't we sit in the Jacuzzi and have a glass of wine," suggested the woman who had changed my life twice in one night, "Later, we'll see. We've got all weekend, and a video to finish watching."
First Time
I met her because the car broke down…if the car had been running, I would not have needed to take the bus. It was the summer after my graduation from high school and I was doing the fast food job thing to pay for my beer, guitar strings and the constant repairs needed by my ’73 Datsun. Since my “band” actually spent more money then we made, the burger joint job was a necessity. Therefore I found myself on the bus to the mall, wearing brown polyester pants and a white t shirt, sweating and basically looking at my absolute most dweebish, which is quite an accomplishment when you are a 5’11” 160 pound glasses-wearing teenager with long stringy red hair. Because of this I had no illusions that she would sit next to me.
I noticed her as we pulled up to the stop of course. What guy my age would not notice her? She was right about my age and had the kind of body that eighteen year olds don’t not notice. Her hair was long and brown and framed a cute rounded face that had an almost elfin look to it. But even as I thought about how great she looked I was dismissing my chances. I was actually quite shy around girls and the only time I ever showed any confidence was with a six-string in my hands. My friends would tell me that so and so liked me or something to that effect but I almost never believed them. Sure I got some looks when we would play a party or something but I always thought it was just because of my playing. After all, the lead singer gets all the girls, right? So I put my head back down into my book of Jim Morrison poetry and forgot all about the looker that was stepping up towards the driver and paying her fare.
“Hi, can I sit here?” said the voice, as I looked back up with surprise.
“ Sure, “ I stammered, “ if you don’t mind the company.”
She smiled and slid down into the seat beside me, “ I really would rather sit back here than up front with the old ladies and besides I think I know you, “ she said. “ Aren’t you the lead guitar player for Assassination? I saw you guys at Trisha’s party out by Lake Jennings last week and I thought you were just great….”
I suddenly realized that this gorgeous brunette goddess was actually acting like she was nervous to be talking to me, rather than the other way around. “ Yeah, that’s me,” I said, feeling a little comfortable to be talking about a safe subject, “but I think that was more like two or three weeks ago wasn’t it?”
“ I thought it was you,” she said. Her smile got wider and showed a little hint of teeth. “ You’re really very good, you know. We all thought so.”
“Thanks, I admit to being pretty proud of my chops but I’m surprised I don’t remember seeing you, I mean, someone as prett…err, an attractive girl like you I mean.” Damn it! C’mon Lance, I think she might actually like you, just spit it out! “What I mean is…. I just think…I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I don’t talk well but you know what I mean, ya know?”
“ I think I catch your drift,” she said with a mischievous smile. “I’m not surprised you didn’t see me. I had just broke up with my boyfriend and I was feeling a little down so I kinda hung back a bit. Anyway, my name is Glena, with an “e” not an “i”, what’s yours?”
“ I’m Lance…”
For the next half hour I mostly managed to keep my foot out of my mouth and sound somewhat intelligent. We even exchanged phone numbers when I got off at the mall. I told her I would call her when I got off work. That was the longest 6-hour shift ever!
Eventually it did end and I snagged a ride home from Sandy, who teased me all the way about why I was all smiles. She even leaned over and kissed my cheek, winked and gave me a sly “Good luck” when she dropped me off. Was I really so transparent?
Dad wasn’t home, but that was not a real surprise. He’d had a tendency to stay at his favorite watering hole ‘til closing ever since Mom left. The good news on that was no problems making a phone call this late at night. I dialed while saying a silent prayer that she hadn’t been playing a trick and I was going to get some pizza place or something. The voice I was afraid of not hearing answered the phone. “ Hi, Glena with an e, “ I said, feeling much more confident with the phone as an insulator, “ it’s Lance.”
“ I know that silly,” she giggled, “I was waiting for you….”
One whole month! That was my thought as I pulled up in front of her house to pick up Glena. I’d been dating the girl of my dreams for a whole month! Not just dating, but going together even. It seemed like my whole life was perfect. Beautiful girlfriend, best friend at work who I could bounce ideas off of without seeming like a geek and even rehearsals had been smooth. Sean and Jimmy hadn’t fought about anything in weeks! I noticed her parent’s car was gone so I pulled into the driveway, turned off the engine and grabbed the flowers Sandy had made me buy.
“Believe me Lance,” Sandy had advised, “she’ll like it, even if she did tell you not to make a big deal out of tonight…”
“Hey baby, “ Glena said as she met me at the door, “looks like we have a change of plans…Sean’s mom and dad are making him baby-sit so Janet is gonna keep him company and we’re on our own. Oh, are those for me?” She took the flowers and planted a big kiss right on me. (Thanks, Sandy!) “ My mom and dad went out for dinner so we can do whatever we want.”
“ OK, so what were you thinking,” I asked. Glena took my hand and led me into the house.
“What about just ordering a pizza and snuggling up to watch a movie here, ” she suggested. “Unless you’re afraid of me…….” Here we go again! Glena’s number one game the last couple of weeks had been teasing me about my virginity. So maybe it was a little odd for a guy to be an eighteen-year-old virgin, but I had reasons! It wasn’t like I didn’t want to go there, it was just a matter of priorities and opportunity. But ever since she had figured it out, Glena made it seem like I was scared.
Awright, maybe I was a little shy about it, but I wasn’t scared! My last girlfriend and I had even gone down on each other, an admission that had raised an interesting expression to Glena’s face when I made it, along with that little half grin that had so intrigued me that day on the bus. Glena and I had done some pretty heavy making out and she knew I wanted to go further, but neither of us was overly fond of the back seat bit. Plus my Dad had uncharacteristically been staying home a lot.
Glena had been very open about the fact that she was not new at sex. While she wasn’t a tramp by any means she was also proud that she was not a “tease”. What she meant by that was she didn’t do or say anything she was not willing to follow through to its logical conclusion. We had actually got as far as taking each others tops off last week (God she had awesome tits!) and she had kissed her way slowly down my chest, gently laughing about my “little red curls”.
The lower she got the more the muscles in my legs tensed up until I was actually shaking a little bit. I leaned back on her bed and played with the white strap of her lacy bra, tracing her slight tan line with my finger nail and marveling at how smooth and soft her skin was and caressing the muscles in her back. Glena took Tae-Kwan-Do twice a week and it kept her in very good shape. Weird that if it ever came down to it my girlfriend could probably kick my ass!
All such thoughts were suddenly lost as she reached the edge of my 501’s. She looked up straight into my eyes, took the two sides in opposite hands and pop, pop, pop, pop! She giggled at me as she reached in and wrapped her hand around me through my boxers. My back arched just the slightest bit as she gently squeezed and whispered huskily, “Well at least I know you’ve been paying attention….” Paying attention? I could have pounded nails with it! She looked deep into my eyes, licked her lips and…we heard a car pull into the driveway!
“Holy shit!” she said as she sprang up and we rushed to get clothes back on, then hurried back to the front of the house and plopped down on the couch in front of the TV just as her father turned the knob and walked into the foyer.
We hadn’t really had a chance to be alone since then until just now, and even the memory was enough to give me a little rush of blood to a certain place, which she of course picked up on immediately.
“Pizza is optional, of course,” she whispered as she moved into my arms and put her head against my shoulder, “ as is the movie…” She nipped the side of my neck lightly with her teeth and I knew I was in for it if I came up with some feeble excuse this time. I put my arms around her waist and swung her into a kiss in my best Hollywood style, taking advantage of the height difference and trying to be more like Clark Gable than one of the Three Stooges.
“OK, but let’s be careful to listen for your parents. It’s 7:30 already and I don’t want to get caught.”
“Don’t worry baby, my mom thinks you’re the perfect gentleman remember? They may not trust me but they trust you…why don’t you get out of that stupid uniform and into the stuff you brought to go out in?”
This reminded me that I had come from work and was still dressed in hideous brown polyester and a hairnet (don’t laugh! I told you my hair was long.) “Yeah, it’s in the back seat. What time will you parent’s be home anyway?”
“Not until 10:30 or 11:00 at the earliest. It’s their anniversary too. So we have plenty of time.”
“Can I take a shower then?” I asked, “ I smell like grease and I feel slimy.” I shut the door and dropped my backpack with my jeans and stuff on the tile of the entryway.
“Sure, “ called Glena from the kitchen around the corner, “actually I’d prefer it. Use mom and dad’s room. And don’t worry. I won’t peek. Much.”
As I stood in the steam and wet of the shower I took deep breaths and tried to calm down. Time to admit it to myself. I’m scared. At least a little bit. But I’m also very excited: maybe too excited. Glancing down at myself I wonder if maybe I should do something to make sure things don’t end too quickly. No, I think she would be upset if she knew and I don’t know how she won’t figure it out. I get a hard-on just kissing her so I’m sure it will seem odd if I don’t respond the way I did last week. Besides, how stupid would it be to jack off in the shower when I’ve got a wet dream in the living room?
As I turn off the water and grab a towel, I realize that I’m disappointed she didn’t peek. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe she isn’t planning what I think and maybe I’m not as sexy to her as I think I am. Damn! I forgot a change of underwear. Well, I’d rather go commando than put back on these things I’ve been sweating over the grill in for the last few hours. I button my jeans and pull a black Henley over my head, wondering if she’ll care.
I walked down the hall and into the living room with the towel over my head, rubbing furiously. Problem with long hair is it takes forever to dry….”hey G, where ya at?” I call as I walk through the arch into living/dining/kitchen area.
“On the couch, lover,” she responds, “drop the towel and come here…”
The kitchen light is still on and it spills into the living room over the breakfast bar. It combines with the glow of the TV screen to create a soft warmth that is dim but not dark. Glena has her arm over the back of the couch and is turned to face me with the light reflecting from her hazel eyes. In this light her hair looks almost black and it frames her pretty face. It has the effect of making her lips look redder and fuller and for a second she looks like that girl Dave Stevens used for the girlfriend in that Rocketeer comic, Betty something, a pinup from the fifties.
She has on something purple and shiny, and as I walk towards her I realize she has no intention of us going out, not wearing that! She looks fantastic! The purple satin turns to lace across her chest and I realize there is no bra there, just Glena. The panties match, with high cut sides edged in that same lace.
As I walk around the couch I have no words except, “Wow!” I take her hands and hold her arms out and pull her up to my chest, where I am hyper aware of two hard points pressing through satin and black cotton to grind against me as I slide my arms around her waist. I kiss her with an urgency that I’ve never felt before, fiercely pulling her as though I could actually pull her inside me to make one person. I flick my tongue against her lips with a question and she answers by opening her mouth and we begin a little wrestling match, warm and wet, one which I finish by gliding the tip across her teeth before gasping for air. I dare to slide my hands down and cup her cheeks as I give one more hard squeeze. We collapse into the couch accompanied by a low moan of pleasure and I’m sure that the twin light sources in the room are dimmed by my smile.
As she leans into me and I give a playful hug I realize that the moan was too low. “Uh, Glena, what are we watching?”
“Shhh, just watch. I like it as a warm up….” On the TV screen a muscular man is leaning against a counter while a petite blond runs her tongue up one side of his cock and then down the other, then back up to make a little circle on the tip before plunging him deep into the back of her throat. His is the moan I heard, with the volume turned almost off so it didn’t register at first. “It’s my dads’. Watch how she does it. Everything she does I’m about to do to you….everything.” The little blond on the screen was moving quicker now, long smooth strokes. The guys’ hands were grabbing the edges of the counter so hard it looked like his fingers would gouge the tile. Suddenly I started to replace my fear with something else.
Glena’s hands were moving up under my shirt and rubbing my chest as she kissed my neck and ears. “ I almost came (smack) into the shower (smack) and stopped you from getting dressed, but I (a nibble at my earlobe) decided I would rather shock you (slurp) with this….lift your arms baby…(my shirt comes over my head)…and I think I rather like your reaction (giggle).” She started to kiss her way down like the other day.
On the TV the blond was making his long thick piece disappear completely into her mouth, with the tip of her nose coming to rest against his stomach at every down stroke. I laughed as Glena’s tongue flicked into my naval. “ Honey, if you do that, I won’t be able to hold back.”
She had reached the top of my jeans again, and she paused and looked up into my eyes, “Good,” she whispered, “ cause I want to know what it tastes like, and you shouldn’t be the only one that does something new tonight.” Pop, pop, pop, pop! “Why you son of a bitch, acting all surprised like you didn’t know what I was gonna do tonight….” She said this last with a hint of amusement, like she wasn’t angry at all but very pleased.
I could feel the warmth of her breath against my skin as she made a motion to let me know to lift my hips, and as she slid my pant legs over my bare feet and threw the jeans behind her she pressed her tongue hard and flat against the base of my cock and licked up to the tip like it was a Popsicle on an august afternoon. I swear to God I almost came right there! Like she knew it she rocked back and got down on her knees in front of the couch, kissing my legs and thighs without ever actually putting her mouth on my hardness that she was gently grasping at the base with three fingers.
“Turn off the TV,” I told her, “ I just want to watch you.” She smiled that little half smile at me, stood up, walked over and stopped the tape just as the guy hooked his arms under the blond and lifted her onto that counter. For just a second she was silhouetted against the white noise screen of the static and I shivered at how sexy she looked.
She turned back to me, crossed her arms at her waist and peeled the camisole top over her head while somehow managing to keep one arm across her breasts, blocking my view. She let out a soft laugh while she threw the top at my face, and when I brushed it aside I got my first unfettered view of her magnificent chest. The pink around he nipples was larger than I thought it would be, or maybe it just seemed so because the skin around it was so pale in this area that Apollo never touched. The tan lines on her back were muted because she would untie the strap while she lay on her belly, but these beauties had rarely seen the sun. Her teats looked hard as rocks and she gave a little shriek when I grabbed her and pulled them to my lips one at a time, flicking with my tongue and watching them quiver.
“ Later, “ she said, “or I’ll lose track of what I’m doing right now.” As she said it she dropped gently back to her knees and nudged my legs wider apart. “I’ve got something I really want to try.”
“Christ, Glena, you act like we’ve got forever. I don’t think I could stand it if we were interrupted now.”
“Oh, that,” she smirked, “Well, I did lie a little. Sean and Janet aren’t babysitting, and my parents are in Palm Springs for the weekend. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”
She ran her tongue down my stomach and then took me lightly in just the tips of her fingers and kissed me right on the tip of the head. Then she swirled her tongue down to the shaft in a circular motion until the head popped gently into her mouth, and she gave a sudden suck.
“Oh god, Glena, oh yeah,” I gasped. She gathered saliva into her mouth and went down the side with wet lips and the tip of her tongue tracing a triple path of wetness, continuing around my cock until it was thinly coated with her spit and on her next trip down she grasped me in her fist and slowly pumped while her tongue and lips dropped down to nuzzle my balls for a few seconds, just long enough to make me want it more.
Looking up at me with a gleam in her eyes, she ran her tongue slowly back up the under side to the tip, closed her eyes and plunged me into the back of her throat. I gasped as my hips rose involuntarily and I squeezed the couch cushions hard between my fingers so I wouldn’t grab the back of her head. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt, and I knew I was in trouble because I could tell by the firm circle of her lips that she had not even got halfway down.
Her head bobbed back up and I could feel the insides of her cheeks as she exhaled the breath that she had been holding. I could feel how her lips were hugging me and how she was using them to keep from scr****g me with her teeth. But most all I felt her incredible tongue flattened around the bottom of my shaft and tickling the ridge left by my circumcision. She brought herself back up until I almost was out of her mouth and then went back down, going a little further each time.
As I watched I felt both exhilarated and a little detached, like I could not believe that this was happening to me tonight. Each time her lips went lower I could feel more of the sides of her mouth and it got a little tighter towards the tip, and each time my hips raised slightly more and I squeezed harder. Then my legs starting tensing and I knew I was close.
“ Baby, I can’t hold back any longer, it’s gonna happen,” I said in an almost whisper, since I couldn’t catch enough breath to say it louder.”
“I want you to baby, I want to taste it, cum in my mouth, Please!” After she said it, she took me back in her mouth, but not so deep, with her lips just onto the shaft and the head resting against her tongue. Then she pumped the shaft with her hand quickly and I knew I was done.
My hands had to hold her as my back arched, so I grabbed at her shoulders, and held my scream of release back down in my throat for fear that the whole neighborhood would hear. My beautiful girlfriend just closed her eyes and milked me into her mouth, by far the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Finally my convulsions stopped, and she pulled me out of her mouth slowly and gently. Then to my surprise, she actually swished my cum around in her mouth like she was at a wine tasting, with a look of concentration on her face.
I watched in fascination and maybe a little bit of awe as her throat pulsed with the swallow and she stuck her tongue out at me. “ All gone,” she laughed. “Not as bad as Janet and Terri said, but it is kinda bitter and thick. Now let me get a drink and let’s recover before we go back to the bedroom. We’ve got all night and it’s my turn next….”
To be continued…
A Pleasant Surprise Ch. 02
Lance & Glena's first night continues with her turn.
First Time
"Coming Lance?" Glena was obviously very proud of what she had just done. You could see it in the jaunt of her hip as she swaggered back towards her bedroom. She glanced back over her bare left shoulder; half turned and extended her arm to give me the universal "come here" gesture of curling her index figure. "What's the matter? Are your knees still too weak to hold you upright? I didn't cut your hair young master Sampson, I just swallowed your seed."
"A thing I am well aware of right now, believe me," I replied. "As to the question of whether my legs still work, let's find out." I stood up and made my way around the couch as casually as I could. True, I was a little wobbly at first but I had no intention of letting her know it.
Glena leaned against the hallway wall and waited for me. Wearing nothing but purple lace-and-satin panties she seemed supremely confident in her desirability. She raised the glass of water in her right hand to her lips. In the dim light coming both from the kitchen and the light in her bedroom behind her I saw a drop of condensation drip from the bottom of the glass to alight on her left breast. It trickled down to rest against her hard nipple and paused to glisten an invitation to my tongue.
I stepped across the room and accepted, bending slightly to place my mouth over the tip of her generous melon and flicking my tongue back and forth over the hard nub.
"Ummm," she moaned, "that's a start... c'mon lover, let's get comfy." So saying, she put her hands over my ears and pulled me up off her breast. I leaned into her and kissed her hard on the lips. We played tongue-tag for a second before she squirted off to my left and backhanded my bare ass lightly with her left hand. "Naughty boy, save that energy. You're going to need it."
I had a wonderful moment of deja vu as my girlfriend sashayed down the hall and turned right into her bedroom. I knew that this sight had haunted my dreams over the past month; this time I was wide-awake!
I followed Glena into her bedroom and posed in the doorjamb with what I hoped was a more seductive than silly look on my face. "Excuse me there little missy but were y'all looking for some company?" I said this with as much macho cowboy as a naked, skinny and pale teenager could muster.
My dream was propped on her elbows in the center of her full size bed. A single pink shaded lamp on her nightstand lighted the room. Under it was the glass of water and a book called "The Claiming of sleeping Beauty" whose cover art somehow did not match up with the Disney-esque sound of the title. The angle created delicious little shadows under her full breasts and her right leg was slightly bent, hiding from me the area I really wanted to explore. Exploding forward, I jumped onto the bed. It caught her enough off guard that she gave a little laughing shriek and snatched her legs back and away from my reckless attempt at capture.
I skooched forward and kissed her right on the belly button, rimming it with my tongue and lifting up to look in her eyes with a smacking sound from the release of the slight suction I had used.
I kissed my way up towards her mouth, pausing between pecks to say, "You said it was your turn, and that's what I intend, my sweet." I stopped to take her right and then her left nipple into my warm mouth for a quick suckle. Moving to her slightly parted lips, I allowed my tongue to dart in and tease her as it played around her teeth and the velvet part of her that had forever changed my definition of pleasure.
I pressed against her intensely as she drove her tongue to push mine back and away. She slipped it into my mouth and I could sense her taking back the initiative I had stolen.
"Oh no," I said, "Your job is done. Time to collect your paycheck." I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently but firmly shoved her down against the white comforter. I grinned as I released her and trailed my hands lightly down her arms so that only my fingertips caressed down to her elbows and curved in to the middle of her palms.
Letting her left hand lay, I took her right and brought it to my face. I lightly kissed the very center of her palm and then started with her thumb and kissed each fingertip. When I reached her pinkie I slipped the entire finger into my mouth and ran my tongue in a counter-clockwise circle. I flicked lightly against the flap of skin between it and her ring finger.
I pursed my lips around her pinkie and pulled it out slowly while keeping a gentle suction. It made the slightest of popping noises when it came out and I felt Glena shiver slightly.
I moved over to the next finger and repeated my process. By the time I got over to her index finger she was rubbing her hand against my cheek and coaxing me to continue. After teasing her thumb I planted a sloppy kiss in the middle of her palm and started back up her arm.
Instead of a series of kisses this time I slowly ran just the tip of my tongue up the direct center of her wrist. I paused every few inches to rewet it and as I neared her underarm she began to squirm and giggle.
"Ticklish Glena?" I teased as I ran my fingernails across the area between her chest and neck on my way to the left arm. " I can stop if you want."
"Don't you dare," she commanded.
I kissed my way down to the left hand and repeated the game I had started on the right. This time Glena's right hand traced figure eights on my back and I could feel her start to tense up and release with the rhythm of her breathing. Since I knew what I was doing was not that intense, I figured she must have gotten just as turned on giving in the living room as I had been receiving.
Moving back to Glena's chest I looked down at the contrast created by her tan lines. The golden skin surrounded the white areas covered by her bikini top. Two pink nipples perched in the center; the color deepened toward the tips so that the teats themselves were almost red. At the moment both were hard as little rocks and swaying slightly with the motion of Glena's breathing.
I leaned over the left breast and exhaled warm air directly onto her nipple. Cupping her right tit in my hand, I gave a squeeze and was rewarded with a slight arch of her back. This brought the nipple up against my lips and I gave it a chaste little kiss. I flicked it once and then licked down the side and began a climbing corkscrew back up, leaving a slightly wet trail in my wake to cool in the evening breeze.
This time when I reached the top I sucked the whole crown as deep and hard into my mouth as I could. Glena's gasp told me that my efforts were being rewarded. I alternated between light lapping and firm suction for a few moments before letting loose with a "plop" sound and blowing hard across the peak.
My tongue dove down the mountainside into the valley of her breastbone and renewing the strategy of a circular climb. Glena's reaction was similar but now her hands ran through my hair and when I took her right nipple deep into my mouth her hands twisted and caught in my long red hair. In response I took the nipple between my teeth and gave the slightest of bites, more a nibble really. She liked that! There was a bit of pain in her exclamation but her hips thrust up off the bed and as they settled back she gave a long, low moan.
Glena's hands settled on my wiry shoulders and gave a slight downward push. I looked up to see her eyes filled with a longing that was new to me as she pursed her lips and her look became inquisitive. I raised one eyebrow and gave my best Mr. Spock imitation.
"Please?" Glena said to me in a bit of a puppy dog voice. "I want to feel that someplace else now."
I just smiled and kissed the valley between her breasts. Slowly, wanting to prolong her sweet agony, I worked my way across her hard stomach and below her waist. As I reached the edge of the purple silk panties the pace of her breathing increased. I slid my thumbs under the sides and she lifted up to allow me room to slide them off. I pulled the sides out and away from her body and slid them down her firm thighs, over her knees and turned slightly to watch them clear over her toes. Wanting to appear more confident than I really was, I dangled them from my right thumb as I looked directly into her eyes. With a wink I tossed them over my shoulder onto the floor.
Slowly I let my eyes drift down over her perfect tits and athletes abs to the promised land. In the soft pink light of her bed stand lamp I got the first glimpse of the area that would rule my every waking thought over the next few months. The brown hair was trimmed short and triangle shaped so that it would not stand out from under her bikini bottoms. From this angle I could catch just a glimpsed of wetness on the pink inner folds of her flower.
I wanted to dive right in, to taste that wetness and run my tongue through the hidden crevices and feel their softness. However, just as I started to do just that I began to think of how Glena had reacted so far. The baby step slowness of my methods so far had as much to do with my nerves and my wanting to memorize every advance as it had with anything. Yet every time I had taken things to a new level of forbidden fruit my girlfriend had responded with gasps and moans. I think I was beginning to understand why Glena had so enjoyed what she did to me in the living room. Now I was the one in control.
I took Glena's foot in my hands and lifted it to my lips. Moving left to right I planted a delicate kiss on each toe, slipping the littlest and last into my mouth for just a moment. A shiver ran up my girl's leg and quivered into my tongue. As though it were a cue I kissed my way down the top of her foot and circled her ankle with wetness. I shifted to kneel between her feet and licked my way to the inside of her thigh.
Just as I approached the spot where Glena's legs came together I pulled up off her skin and crossed over with a warm gentle exhalation to land wetly on the opposite thigh. Her muscles were beginning to tighten and release in her quads and calves with an almost syncopated rhythm. I lifted up her right leg while running just the very fingertips of my left hand down the length of her left. I let them flow off the end to meet my other hand and my lips at her right ankle.
I kissed my way up to Glena's toes. In a successful attempt at surprise, I gave her little toe a firm nip with my teeth this time.
"Ouch!" Glena exclaimed with a little too much giggle hiding in her voice. I could tell it had not been an entirely unwelcome bite. I filed the ideas that gave me away for later use. I started to make my way slowly back up her leg.
This time when I approached her warm pussy she moved her hands towards my head and I knew that I would not be allowed to bridge the gap again. I leaned face first into her thigh and began to nibble and lick the borders of her tan lines. As a guitarist I knew not to go for the high notes too soon. I still wanted to build the anticipation.
Glena began to move her hips to force me into contact and as her hands came to rest in my hair I knew that my strong-willed diva did not intend to wait much longer. I stuck out my tongue and made a long lick to the very edge of the pink inner part of her. Just "missing", I teased upward and around the edge of her slit and down the left side. The skin just next to her folds had been shaved bare and was very smooth. As I traced the outer limits of her sex I let my warm breath flow out my mouth and hoped she was feeling it.
Now that it was time to actually start licking Glena's pussy I somehow reverted straight back to clumsy amateur. I knew I had been doing well with my delaying tactics because Glena had reacted in ways that told me she was getting more excited. Now it was time to try and make her feel the way I had a few minutes before and all my psuedo-confidence vanished. What did I do first?
I guess that what Glena wanted did not include me hovering over her and breathing like someone had pushed the pause button because the fingers in my hair tightened and my face was suddenly filled with moist warmth as she raised her hips and pulled me down into her crotch. Since I did not know what else to do I just stuck my tongue out and started at the bottom and gave one long slow lick upwards to get my first feel and taste of Glena.
I was surprised at how wet and warm she was. As a matter of fact I would even say hot. The wetness of her did not have the strong taste that you would think based on the things other guys said in their jokes or talk about their girlfriends. It was thicker than water and had a subtle flavor that I could not place yet somehow seemed almost familiar. It just seemed right.
Encouraged, I let my tongue fall back down to the bottom of her pussy and began to explore it with my mouth. I ran my tongue all over the folds and crevices and then kissed Glena like I was making out with her pussy. My lips and face were covered with her juices and I decided I would try to lick her dry. The more I tried to do that the wetter she got. I took that for a sign that I was doing something right.
Glena's breathing was becoming more forced and faster. Her fingers were still in my hair but now were looser and idly playing as she concentrated on other things. At the end of each breath she gave a little shudder and her hips rose softly up off the bed. I glanced up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. She definitely looked like she was having fun.
I turned my attention back to what I was doing. This time after running my tongue upward on the outside of her folds I ran it downward on the inside edge and back up on the outer. Then I started at the bottom and flicked my tongue left and right while I moved my chin upwards. At the place where her folds came together at the top a little domed peak was now evident. I circled this with the tip of my tongue and knew that I had done something good from the gasp that I heard above me.
I sucked the whole little dome into my mouth and let my cheeks hollow out as I tried to take it as deep as I could. My probing tongue found a little button beneath the top of the dome and when I corkscrewed my tip around it Glena let out a long low moan. The hands on my head suddenly pulled down into her rising hips and for a moment I could not breathe as Glena ground her crotch into my face. Her thighs squeezed tight on the sides of my head and her body went rigid. I was reminded of what good shape she was in when her legs lifted me right up off the bed.
Knowing that I was doing something right I kept my focus on the area as Glena convulsed a couple more times and let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sigh. I kept at it until she squirmed a bit and said my name.
"Lance, not so hard," Glena breathed, "that almost hurts a little. Give a girl a chance to recover."
"Recover?" I asked, "Does that mean... "
"Oh yeah," Glena whispered, "That's exactly what it means. You are wonderful. We're not finished though. C'mon up here baby."
I wiped my cheeks on the triangle of her hair and slowly pulled myself up the bed and into her arms and a kiss so hard I felt it in my toes. As Glena's tongue snaked into my mouth I felt the head of my once again hard cock come to rest against the wetness between her thighs.
Glena wiggled her hips and the tip of my hard-on slipped gently between the lips of her pussy. It was so hot it felt as though I would be burned. It was so wet that I could feel myself slipping in easily. So soft and tight that even though it felt just as good or better than her mouth it was infinitely different.
Glena broke the kiss and moved her hands down my back to the cheeks of my ass. "C'mon Lance," she directed, "This is no time to be nervous. I want to feel you inside me. Now Lance. Right now."
Seeing the desire in Glena's eyes and hearing the hunger in her voice I forgot to be scared or worried. I propped myself up on my hands and slowly but firmly pushed my hips forward. In a moment I felt the whole of my cock surrounded by the firm grip of her pussy. It was almost surreal how good it felt; all my fears vanished.
Glena's nails dug into my ass as she released the breath I just realized she had been holding. I pulled slowly back and up and then eased my way back down as she directed me with little pressures from her fingers and wrists.
"Faster Baby," said Glena, "You're not gonna hurt me. It feels great. Back and then thrust with your hips... OH! Yes, just like that. Again... YES... hard, you can't hurt me... mmm."
I responded to Glena and let unasked questions fade into the background as I concentrated on just feeling. This was incredible! I wanted to move or kiss her or something but I found it was all I could do to keep moving as she directed, first fast and hard, then slowing and even pausing for a moment until we seemed to find a rhythm together. This at least I recognized. On some rare occasions I had found myself in a state where it was just my guitar and me and I knew what was right to do next and what note was needed to make the solo perfect. That was how I felt now; only instead of just me it was the two of us working together. My senses seemed to expand and I became aware of details in the tone of her skin, fascinated by the trail a single drop of sweat took from her forehead to the junction between jaw, neck and earlobe.
I lost track of time completely, only noting the nuances of body temperature and muscles. I felt more than heard as Glena's breathing became faster again and her hips thrust hard upward into mine. The tightness around me became like a vise as she convulsed in staccato and the pitch of her voice hit a new high just as her gasps and moans hit a crescendo. As her body relaxed beneath me I let myself increase my pace and the muscles of my calves began to bunch in anticipation.
"Oh yes!" screamed Glena, "Don't you dare hold back. I want you to. Come inside me Lance. I want to feel it."
Like I could have stopped it! My legs locked forward and my back arched as it felt as though every drop of liquid within me poured out in rhythmic pulses into Glena's pussy. For a moment you could have broken a board over my back, as I became stone still in every place but one.
Thirty glorious seconds later I did not even have the strength to keep myself up over my girl and simply collapsed into the pillow behind her right shoulder. After a few moments of panting I finally corralled my missing lungs and whispered into the ear of my lover.
"Glena," I said, "I love you. I think I'm about to die, so let me just say that I love you."
"Baby," replied my lover, "me too."
I rolled over onto my back. For a few minutes we just lay there in the semi darkness and let our thoughts catch up with our bodies.
"What do we do now?" I asked, "Much as the thought appeals to me, it is going to be a little while before I can do more then stumble around."
"Why don't we sit in the Jacuzzi and have a glass of wine," suggested the woman who had changed my life twice in one night, "Later, we'll see. We've got all weekend, and a video to finish watching."
Louise
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