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Christy lay cradled in Will’s right arm, with her head on his shoulder. Both had almost recovered their breath, but were still breathing more rapidly than normal.
“Wow,” sighed Will.
She kissed his shoulder. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you!“ His voice carried the fervent honesty of his disagreement.
“Will?”
“Hmmm?”
“I don’t want you to think I always hop in bed with a guy I’ve only known for a short time.”
Since she had done that with him, it was pretty hard to look at it in any other way, but he tried.
“So why did you ... with me?”
“It’s complicated,” she said.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. Then, since that seemed awfully assertive, he added “Am I?”
“I hope not,” she said softly.
He felt the kind of relief you feel when you dove too deep in the pool and aren’t sure you’ll make it back to the surface, and then get that first lungful of fresh air when you do.
“Okay ... good.”
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
“Not when the person you’re looking at looks like me,” he said, honestly.
“There is much more to a person than just what they look like.”
“I know.”
“You taught me that,” she said.
“I did?”
“The first time I saw you at the school, I felt sorry for you. And then I heard you talking to Jake and you just sounded so normal. Both of you did. You were just two guys talking about something. If I wasn’t looking at you I couldn’t tell either of you was disabled. That’s what made me realize that you were just a normal guy, in a messed up body.”
“Most people don’t think that,” he said.
“That’s because they don’t take the time to get to know a person like you. You remember how you said the kids started talking to you?”
“Yeah.”
“Kids are generally good judges of character. After I left, I thought about that too. And I thought about how brave you are.”
“I’m not brave,” he snorted. “You should have seen me in physical therapy. I cried like a baby.”
“You did it,” she pointed out. “Even if you cried.”
“I guess so,” he said.
“And then you let me take you out. I knew you had to be terrified, but I was fascinated with you. I wanted to find out what was inside ... get past the body.”
“You’re the one who’s brave,” he said. “Most women would be scared to death to be around somebody like me.”
“I wasn’t brave at all,” she said. “I could leave any time. I could take you back home and never have to see you again.”
“I guess that’s true,” he said.
“Anyway, I expected you to be mad ... mad at the Army ... mad at the world ... even mad at me. But you weren’t. Fate handed you a horrible blow, but you tried to bounce back. You were thankful for the things you had instead of being mad about the things you’d lost. I like that.”
His hand stroked her naked shoulder and back.
“And then, you were willing to be vulnerable and let me take your picture. You showed me part of you that I know you don’t want to show anyone ... and let me photograph it. I knew then that you had a lot of very special qualities. And on top of that you were willing to try working in the darkroom, doing something completely new. I was just so impressed with you.”
“Wow,” he said again.
“It was then that I knew it would be possible for me to fall in love with you. I’m not saying I am in love with you ... not yet ... but I sure do like what I see.” She brought her hand up to her eyes and covered them. “I’m sorry. That was thoughtless.”
“I knew what you meant,” he said. “How could I possibly be upset with you after what you just said?”
“But I couldn’t let myself fall in love with you ... until I knew one more thing about you.”
“What?”
“I’m a woman. I didn’t want to fall in love with a man I couldn’t be a woman with.”
“That’s what this was all about?” he sounded incensed. “You just wanted to take me for a test drive?” He sighed, theatrically. “I feel so used!”
“I knew I was falling for you fast,” she said, completely unrepentant. “I had to know.”
“Did I pass?” he asked.
“Oh, you passed,” she sighed.
“Wow,” was his only response.
Bobby had wanted Erica to make the decisions and she had done so, for the most part. That the latest decision she had made was completely unexpected had to be dealt with.
Bobby knew that she had no idea what she was asking for. He was pretty sure this was still a very bad idea. She was in the throes of passion and probably wasn’t thinking straight. At the same time, he knew her well enough to know that if he rejected her now, she would hate him, even after she thought about it. She thought she wanted this. He knew he did too, but his satisfaction would have to be delayed. It was important that she didn’t regret this.
Passion is an interesting response to stimuli. It clouds the judgment. Even Bobby Dalton’s judgment.
He started by leaning down to do what he knew would give her an orgasm. He sucked in her right nipple.
Her hands came to his head and pushed.
“Nooooo, not that, Bobby! Fuck me!”
He bit the nipple, clamping down hard and moving his teeth from side to side. The response was as expected and, while she was on the upside of the orgasm, he moved his hips forward.
She was so short that he couldn’t keep her nipple in his mouth, though he held onto it as long as possible, knowing that she loved to have them pulled and stretched. He had to release it, lest he do real damage and, as it snapped from between his teeth, his pubic bone met hers with a thump.
She was tight. He expected that. Her pussy pulsed and rippled around his shaft. He expected that too. But she didn’t squeal, scream or in any way express that she was unhappy at being stretched for the first time. He did not expect that.
Erica would be unhappy in the future, but not for the reasons Bobby was afraid of. Her unhappiness would center on the fact that she would be unable to remember, in enough detail to satisfy her, what losing her virginity was like.
The orgasms Bobby gave her were so violent that she had unconsciously developed a mechanism to deal with them. It was while he was sucking her clit that she envisioned herself on a big wooden roller coaster that she had ridden one time, which had both scared her to death and excited her more than anything else she’d done to that point in her life. Bobby’s roller coaster went up much faster than a real one. And the swoop as it rocketed down lasted longer too. Then, as she leveled out, he started taking her up again.
When he sucked her nipple and pulled it with his teeth, she had already been close to the top. Seeing his penis poised there, where she suddenly desperately wanted it, had her right at the top of the arc of the tracks. Then he bit her nipple and she cried out - both because she was already on that long downward rush and because she was afraid she’d miss what she’d demanded he do.
But this coaster ride was different, because when she hit bottom, she splashed into a warm sea of mist that was somehow emanating from her groin. It had no color or odor, but it enveloped her and seemed to touch every bit of her all at once, both inside and out. The mist seemed to be shrinking, until it felt like his chest on her breasts and his breath on her neck, and something rubbing and moving inside her pussy. It all felt like his kisses, everywhere at once.
Her eyes opened and she lifted her head. Her breasts were in the way, crushed together by his chest on them. He seemed to understand what she wanted and his chest rose until her breasts parted. There, through the valley between the breasts she no longer hated, she watched as the thick column of his penis slid out of her body, and then went right back in. She felt the thump of his lower body in the bones of her pelvic girdle and he ground against her.
When he had sucked the place he was grinding against, the roller coaster shot up like a rocket taking off. But this ... this was a slow ride. She was going up. She knew that. But she had time to look around and enjoy being able to see things she couldn’t see from any place else.
She remembered the feel of that penis in her mouth and concentrated on feeling it with another part of her body. It was delicious. Nothing else on earth felt like that. When he moved it in her, she wanted to coo and wiggle, like she had when her mother had rubbed her sore shoulders one time. When he ground against her, the car she was riding in jerked forward. She could see the top. She was almost there.
“Oh yes,” she sighed, leaning forward in her mind. She reached for the safety bar that she knew she’d have to hold onto, or be thrown from the car.
And then she was there and the car started down. It gathered speed, still going down, and she could tell that it would go down for a long, long time. She dragged in breath and let it all out in a long primeval scream, as suddenly she was moving so fast that she couldn’t see anything anymore.
Bobby wasn’t at all sure things were going well. She had raised up to see the proof that he had done as she demanded and then lay back. She writhed silently, her eyes taking on a glassy look, but she made no noise ... no comment. He stroked her several times, and she lay limp. He tried grinding, and her lips stretched to show her teeth, but she made no noise to indicate whether she was feeling pain or pleasure.
She got more tense and her hands went to his shoulders and gripped with surprising strength as she leaned up off the pillow. His first clue that she was actually having an orgasm was when her pussy squeezed hard as he slid out. He had to push harder to force his way back in. Now she felt like a virgin!
Then she screamed and her head flopped back onto the pillow, while her legs slapped over his, pummeling the back of his thighs.
He sighed and grinned. This was more like it
He was close, but he didn’t want to finish. He wanted her to have at least one more orgasm. He remembered how he’d been able to pick Misty up and lean back, resting on his knees, while her weight drove her down on his prick. Erica was even smaller, so he did the same thing, pulling her loose body up until he was sitting on his calves and her big soft breasts were crushed to his chest.
She opened her eyes, surprised, and he kissed her.
After the disorientation of going from horizontal to vertical, Erica tried to cope with the fact that she was sitting up, almost as if she were in a soft warm chair, but her legs were straight out in front of her. She bent her knees and her heels hit the bottom of Bobby’s feet. She sighed as that let her full weight down on the thing that was filling her. His kiss was so soft and tender that she felt hot all over.
His hands went to her bottom and he pulled and lifted, just a little, making her move on his penis. That felt wonderful and she started moving her hips to do the same thing.
Sitting like this, with his manhood deep inside her, moving only a little, was a completely different kind of feeling for Erica. The tip of his penis seemed to hit something deep inside her, as if it was pushing a button. That button caused a heat that seemed to climb, just a degree or two at a time, each time it was pushed. Soon she felt like she had somehow swallowed a pot of oil that was getting hotter and hotter inside her, where that wonderful hard thing was prodding her. His kisses seemed to add heat that sank from her lips to the nipples that were pressed hard against his chest and then further downward, to make the heavy oil her womb seemed to be floating in hotter still.
Her vaginal muscles spasmed and it felt like bubbles were bathing the inside of her body. She realized that she was going to have another orgasm ... one that would not be at all like her last one. She could tell that already, though she had no idea what to expect.
Then it changed from a feeling of bubbling to a feeling that her womb was the oil, getting hotter and expanding. The level of the oil was already even with the rim of the pot that was her body. She pulled her lips from his and dragged in as much air as she could. His blue eyes were staring into hers. Her hips gave a convulsive jerk and the tip of his prick seemed to pry something apart inside her. It was through that breach, where the tip of his penis was, that the hot oil inside her began to seep out. It didn’t happen in a rush. It was more like the liquid heat that had filled her womb began to flow outward, like lava from a volcano.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she sighed. This was beautiful. Her former orgasms has been violent, almost scary, but this could last forever and she wouldn’t mind at all.
“You need to get your feet under you,” he said, panting.
“No,” she said. Her voice was hoarse, dry. She didn’t want to move. Her body was melting. She closed her eyes and thought of the Wicked Witch of the West, in her favorite movie, melting into a puddle. That was what was happening to her, except it was fantastic.
“I’m about to make a baby in you, Erica!” came his voice, urgent now. “Get your feet under you so you can stand up and pull off of me.”
Her mind imagined her body melting away to leave only a little baby behind. It was bizarre and her eyes popped open. She leaned to her left and dragged her right foot out and around, until she could lean the other way onto her right knee.
“Hurry!” he gasped.
As she pulled her left foot around and back, the way she leaned made the tip of his penis push into that inner split again and she realized she could keep this orgasm going if she just wiggled back and forth. She closed her eyes and rocked from side to side, from one knee to the other.
“Erica!”
She wished he’d stop talking. He was distracting her. She kissed him to shut him up and closed her eyes to go back to feeling the upwelling of her center.
His kiss was what distracted her next. His lips almost bruised hers as his head twisted this way and that. His arms were crushing her to him, pulling her against his chest. She felt his hands move up her back to her shoulders and he pulled hard. The tip of his penis pried at her insides again and she felt heat flow into her. Her own hot oil was there, still overflowing the crucible that was the center of all her attention, as this heat surged in to join with her liquid. In her mind’s eye it swirled and mixed, making an alloy of molten metals in her womb. She felt another rush of warmth and something broke into her conscious mind and screamed that the male was fertilizing her.
She was almost jerked from the lingering ecstasy of her orgasm and her eyes snapped open. She pushed at his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his skin, and broke the kiss to heave and pant. His eyes had gone dark again. She felt a shiver race through her body. He was the male ... the alpha male ... the supremely dominant male she had always feared. The penis inside her leapt and spurted again and again. Now her feet tried to come in to play. His hands on the backs of her shoulders held her firmly impaled on the spurting thing inside her. The tip, where all that heat spurted from, dug between those inner lips again and her womb sang.
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