Only twenty minutes later he sets the table
without being asked and I’m making sure the rice is ready. It isn’t
plain white rice so it needs another few minutes. I pull out a
bottle of water and he’s happy to have the same. I look around and
normally I would be cleaning up my mess but he’s already done
it.
“Huh, not too bad in the kitchen.” I
compliment him, as I wash my hands.
“As a bachelor who had a broken microwave for
almost year, I’ve learned.”
“Why didn’t you just buy a new
microwave?”
“I don’t know, it seems easy but then you go
in and they’re all these different sizes and watts and turntable or
no turntable. I mentioned it to the apartment lady and she said no
problem that was maintenance since it was attached to the stove and
they came and fixed it.”
“Jack, you spend months sending me all that
stuff, weeks on mind blowing phone sex, you manage to track me down
and get my number and yet you go almost a year without a microwave.
That makes no sense to me.”
He’s only a few steps away and he covers the
distance easily. His hands go to my hips and he brings me into
contact with his hard cock. “It’s called priorities baby.”
I try not to but even with my pussy burning
for him, I laugh.
He looks miffed. “You don’t need a microwave
to make a sandwich. Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”
I check the rice and it’s done. I mix the
chicken, vegetables and rice and put it into presentable bowl and
take it into the dining room.
We eat and he compliments me and I thank him
for his help. We fall into companionable silence. We finish and I
take the remains in to put up for leftovers for lunch.
“Abby, I’m going to run out to my car real
quick. Be back in five.”
“Okay.” I remember now what he had said about
the toys and I’m excited and apprehensive about them. I’m putting
the dishes into the dishwasher and turning it on when he comes
back.
“Why didn’t you lock the door when I left?”
He’s intent as I walk toward him.
“You said five minutes. I wanted to use the
restroom before you came back. I didn’t want to lock you out.”
“Baby, will you please always lock your door
for me? Please?”
It’s the cop in him, I know it and he’s
intense but not demanding me or commanding, he’s asking. He’s
concerned, so I let it go and I nod.
“Thank you.” He pulls me to him and kisses me
on the forehead.
I want to melt into him but I pull back.
“I’ll be right back.”
He nods and I slip into my bedroom. I use the
restroom and I wipe first with regular toilet paper and then a
special women’s wipe. Then embarrassed I wet a wash cloth. I’m
worried about my body now, even though I like the taste of myself,
will he? Then I wonder if he will even touch me there? I want him
to, badly. I’m nervous now that time with him has finally come. A
few deep breaths and I force myself out of the room.
He’s waiting on the sofa, a bag in his hand.
It’s a plain black bag and he reaches out his hand to me. I take it
and he pulls me onto his lap and sits back. He settles the bag on
my lap.
I’m having a hard time focusing as my body is
humming with need at the feel of him all around me. I want so badly
for him to pull me tighter but he looks serious. Once he opens the
bag, I do my best to pay attention.
“Okay, there are two in here.” He reaches in
and pulls out a box with a very life like vibrator. “This one is
going to help loosen you up a bit and get used to something more
than the five or six inches of the rabbit one you have now.” He
opens the box and it slides out. “Feel it. It’s silicone, nice and
soft and the controls for it are down at the bottom. This is seven
and a half inches long and an inch and a half around. I want you to
start with this one. I want you to fuck yourself with it, moving it
in and out of you, not just letting it stay inside you, there is a
difference and it counts. I also bought some lube because these
things dry out pretty quickly, even if you are wet.” He gives it to
me and I run my hands over it. It’s soft and had plenty of give and
the size is long but not really scary.
“Jack, how big are you again?”
“Nine inches, and almost three inches around,
I promise you when the time comes, I’m not going to hurt you.
That’s why I bought these for you. This one is eight and a half
inches and it’s two inches around.”
“Wow.” I can’t help it, it’s long and thick
and it looks like it will take some getting used to. Unlike the
other one it has a handheld control, the base has a hanging scrotum
that I can’t help but study. A sliver of fear hits my stomach but
my pussy overrules and I’m wet at the thought of it inside me.
“This will come later and once you can take
this easily, that’s when once you ask for it we’ll start but I
absolutely refuse until I see you taking this one and it feels good
for you.”
I can’t help it, I smile teasingly. “You’re
really going to refuse me if I haven’t used this one first?”
He’s serious, no sign of a smile. “I mean it
Abby. You’re practically a virgin. A five inch vibrator at an inch
and a half is nothing compared to real sex. I’m also going to guess
you don’t use it all that often. You’ve told me that you touch
yourself, not that you’re using the vibrator. Tell me why you don’t
always use the vibrator.”
I can’t look up, I’m embarrassed. “Before it
was when I wanted to feel full but I didn’t always need it, I just
needed to come so I would just touch myself. When I started on the
site because of all the responses from men, then I thought I wanted
someone with me and then later that someone became you. So when I
read your stories at home, I used the vibrator and I wished it was
you.”
He cups my face in his hands and brings me to
him. Slowly, far too slowly our lips meet and I realize it will be
the first time he’s truly kissed me and I gasp in anticipation. His
lips are soft, he brushes gently, once, twice and then his tongue
slides over my lips and I let him in and it’s a kiss so sweet and
tender I fight back tears. His tongue explores me and then I want
more and he becomes seeking, demanding and I give him everything I
have. He pulls away and his thumb caresses my cheek.
“Jack, I want to touch you. Please.” My hand
slides down his shoulder into the patch of skin open at his throat.
I’m fumbling with the top button, I’m so excited by him all around
me, his smell, his heat.
“Abby, wait, I’m still worried about you. I’m
worried about the way you buried what happened to you and not
dealing with it. You and me, it will help you but I’m worried it
won’t be enough for you. I think you should see a therapist about
what happened.”
With a sigh I rest my head on his shoulder
and a part of me, the sane thinking part is glad for his words.
Another part of me is angry and wants to scream at him for making
me go back to that place again. “Okay, work pays for six sessions.
I’ll do the six sessions but that’s it. I promise, I already don’t
feel like a jumbled freaked out mess about it. That’s because of
you and us talking and you showing me there’s nothing to be afraid
of. That the one time doesn’t define me and what sex means. That’s
a hell of a lot more than I ever could get from a therapist. I know
that, I did try. Yes, it was only once but now after being with
you, I don’t want to get hung up on the past I want to enjoy just
you and what we do together.”
“Thank you, baby, I know it’s not going to be
easy. There’s a part of me that’s worried that if you don’t, once
we get there, it will bring up bad memories for you. The only thing
I want your mind on is me and your pleasure.”
“I understand that, I do. There have been
several times I was surprised it hasn’t come up. I’ll call on
Monday and make an appointment.”
“Good, now for the other thing we need to
talk about. For now we’re going to be careful but I need to know.
Do you want me to use condoms or do you want to use the pill? I’m
clean, I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical.”
“I’m already on birth control. I don’t have a
period except about once a year. I have really painful periods and
my doctor suggested it. I don’t want to use condoms, I want to feel
all of you inside me.”
Jack picks me up and walks me into my
bedroom. Tossing the bag at the foot of the bed he lays me gently
down on the bed. He begins to undress and fire flows over me. I
don’t hesitate to come up to my knees and pull my dress up and off.
I’m reaching for my panties but he stops me as he undoes his
jeans.
“No baby, I want to take the rest off. Lay
back for me.” He pushes down his jeans and he’s hard, oh my god.
His cock is up, almost touching his stomach and my pussy floods,
wanting him inside me. “Please baby, lay back and you’ll get your
turn.’’
Fighting my need, I lay back and watch as he
comes down over me, instinctively my legs open for him. His eyes
touch me every where, I slide my hands up his chest. Muscle and
sinew clench and ripple beneath my fingertips, his skin is like
silk, the hair oddly soft to me. I’m in awe at the power in his
body and yet how gentle and careful he has been with me.
A hand captures first one wrist and the other
in a firm hold and brings them up over my hand. “Jack!” I’m shaking
from the loss of him.
His mouth is on mine, hot, and ravaging. My
mouth can only cling to his, begging for more. He pulls away and we
are both fighting for breath. “My turn.” He whispers against my
mouth and a fingertip is there, feeling the flesh along the line of
where the cups of my bra contain me. His touch is so light, I don’t
know why it feels like it burns, he’s teasing and I make a promise
right then and there to never again wear a bra for him. At last, he
finds the clasp between my breasts and draws only one cup open. A
fingertip measures the areola around and around and with lovely
friction I become tighter for his mouth. I’m begging for him to
take me into his mouth but no, his finger tip twirls around the
tight aching bud again and again. He opens his mouth and his hot,
wet tongue repeats the actions of his fingertip. Velvet soft though
his tongue is, it causes the sweetest pain as it causes my nipples
to ache so badly I want to cry. At last he takes the tight bud into
his hot mouth and sucks deep. More, I want more. Please, I’m
begging him, mindless with need. His tongue twirls around the hard
aching tip as he sucks and I’m coming off the bed to press my
breast deeper into his mouth.
He sucks my other tight nipple through the
soft silk of the cup hiding it from him and it isn’t enough, not
nearly enough. Removing the silk cup he blows on my already tight
nipple and I can’t breathe as he tortures it exactly as he did the
other.
“I would look at pictures of your tits as I
jacked off, it got to just thinking about your tits and I was hard.
Then I would dream about your tits, dream about tasting you,
feeling them in my hands, in my mouth. I want to fuck your tits,
feel my cock between your soft skin and then I want to come on your
tits. I want to see me all over you. Pictures weren’t enough to
compare to the real thing. Will you let me, baby? Will you let me
fuck your tits?”
“Anything you want, Jack. I want your come on
me. I want to lick your come from my tits and taste you on my
body.” And I do, I want him all over my body.
“Soon baby, now I need to taste your pussy.
You’ve taunted me with pictures for months and I’ve smelled you wet
for me. That day in the parking lot, that taste of you wasn’t
nearly enough.” He lets my wrists go and kisses me lightly down to
my leaking pussy.
His mouth is so hot I can feel it through the
thong. He kisses my pussy through the wet triangle of silk. Very
slowly, he pulls the thong down my legs. His hands linger where he
touches until the thong is off entirely. The feel of his hands
caressing my inner thighs, urging me to open wider leave tingles in
their wake. Tongue flat against the seam of my pussy, he licks the
juices there. He licks and just that fast, new juice is there for
him. I whimper at the feel of him there, where I have dreamed about
him being for so long.
“You taste so good, like heaven. Sweet and
tangy I could eat you all day long.” Then his tongue becomes a
little point and edges me open until he’s just the slightest bit
inside me and he licks me from top to bottom. My hands are tangled
in his hair, urging him on. He chuckles and his fingers come up to
open me wider for him and I mewl my need for more. A growl comes
from his chest as he takes in my swollen, wet pussy leaking for
him. He’s no longer teasing, he’s hungry and his mouth is every
where, slipping into my tight channel sucking the lips of my pussy
into his mouth but he’s ignoring the one thing begging most for his
attention. My throbbing clit, pounding in time with my heartbeat.
There is no warning before his mouth finds my clit, my body only
knows that he has sucked it into his hot mouth and as he sucks his
tongue dances over it and my climax is so strong, so completely
overwhelming I scream my release.
Stars are still dancing from behind my closed
eyes as I come down. Jack’s arms are around me, my back is to him
and he’s stroking my stomach soothingly. My breath is almost back
to normal and I can then take in everything. The feel of his body,
strong and firm, muscles below the soft silk of his skin and his
hard cock is resting against my ass in the crevice that feels made
just for him. There is no thought, only need as I move my ass
experimentally, it jumps against me and I smile. Now it’s my turn.
I turn in his arms and push him until he’s laying on his back. I
lean down and kiss him lightly on the lips, “My turn.”
Nodding, he puts his hands behind his head.
“Your turn.”
“So, I’ve never done this before but I want
to. You’ll tell me what makes you feel good, not what you think I
want hear, okay?”