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Slowly but surely, I started sinking in to the kiss, started to enjoy his tongue probing deep in my mouth and fooling around with my own tongue.

One of his hands crept up to my neck and pulled me in even closer. I closed my eyes and let my hands find their way around his neck.

My tongue slowly ventured into his mouth and started to explore that sweet-sour taste. I wanted more.

Suddenly, his other hand started creeping up my leg and that snapped me back to reality in a jiffy. I quickly pushed myself off of him and sat back on my seat, my head leaning back on the headrest.

He looked at me, a slight confused look on his face then he smiled and leaned back on his seat.

I turned away from him and started the engine. The car roared to life and I grabbed the steering wheel, looking at my hands as I did so. It was then that I noticed my hands were shaking uncontrollably.

And that was not all. I didn’t want to look, certainly didn’t want to touch myself in front of him to confirm but I could feel my panties getting a little bit moist.

In plain and simple words, this was a disaster. 

After that astounding kiss, I was in no state to drive. I might as well have been handicapped myself.

And the worst thing was that Michael knew it.

I could feel him watching me from his seat, but I didn’t turn to look at him. Couldn’t. He reached over and turned the ignition off. Then he put a finger under my chin and turned my face toward him. I was now trembling like a leaf.

“Listen,” he said. “Why don’t we go inside and relax for a minute? Maybe get some brandy in you to calm your nerves down.”

I could feel my stomach do little flips inside me, my guts were wrenched up in tight knots and my heart felt as if it wanted to pump right out of my chest. I wanted to say, “Brandy won’t do me any good.”

Instead I nodded.

He smiled, “Come on. Follow me.”

Michael’s house was sparsely furnished. He had a giant, big screen TV hanging on one side of the wall, a small clear glass table in the middle of the room and a large, brown leather sectional sofa on the opposite end.

And that was it as far as the living room was concerned. All I could see of the kitchen was a large grey refrigerator sticking out.

He pointed to the sofa, nodded, “Make yourself comfortable,” he said and hobbled on to the kitchen.

I sat down on the sofa and looked around. Just out of view, on a hidden part of the wall, was a single abstract painting.

There were two, maybe three, sports magazines lying on the table and I reached for one. Mainly to keep myself occupied more than anything else.

I could hear glasses and bottles clinking in back of me, but other than that it was peacefully silent. Somebody could easily fall asleep here it was so calm and relaxed.

“So what happened to your leg?” I said.

“What?” Michael said loudly. “I didn’t hear you.”

I cleared my throat. “What happened to your leg?” I said louder. “Last time I saw you, you didn’t have the crutches.”

“Oh, got injured on the job,” he replied.

“What do you do?” I said as it suddenly dawned on me that I had no idea what he did for a living.

“Come get your drink,” he said. “Sorry, I can’t...”

“Oh sure,” I said as I flung the magazine to the side and stood up.

My legs felt a little bit stronger now.

My heart was returning to it’s normal rhythm.

I walked over to where he was standing by the kitchen counter. Next to him were two wine glasses with slightly brown drinks inside them.

Brandy, I assumed.

He picked up one of the wine glasses and handed it to me. Then he picked up the other one and held it out for a toast.

“To good times,” he said.

I nodded and we clinked glasses.

I sipped on the drink.

It was strong! Maybe that’s what I needed to help me cool down.

“So what do you do?” I said after lowering my glass down.

“I...,” he hopped over to where I was standing so that he was now inches away from me, “...am a fireman,” he finished in a low voice.

Fireman!

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Does that scare you?”

I shook my head, a little too fast.

The only thing that scared me at this point was my own reaction to everything he did to me.

For the first time in my life, I felt as if I had no control over myself. It was as if he could flip a switch on inside me and make me do his bidding, no matter what I had resolved to do━or not do━before meeting him. 

“No, it doesn’t,” I said and seeped on the strong drink again as his presence next to me made me start craving him, made me want to jump all over him.

“Good,” he said, “Because I’m gonna do something to you now and I want you to let yourself go,” he continued. “I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Instinctively, I knew what he was going to do. He was going to kiss me. I just knew it.

The dilemma for me now was two-fold: was I going to let him do it knowing the kind of effect his lips had on me? Or was I going to say fuck it and just enjoy it? And if I chose the latter what the hell was going to happen after that?   

Michael leaned in and kissed me. His lips softly brushing on mine, and making me tingle inside. That helped me with my decision.

Fuck it
, it was.

I set the glass down on the counter beside me and snaked my hands around his neck. This time I opened my lips wide and let his tongue freely roam inside my mouth.

The taste of brandy in his mouth only served to drive me more crazy as I sucked on his tongue.

For the first time since I’d met him, I let myself go and actually enjoyed this man’s embrace, his hands on my body and his tongue probing the inside of my lips.

Suddenly Michael pulled back and I could see the desire flaming in his eyes. His normally clear blue eyes now looked as as if they were about to turn red.

He dropped his crutches and held on to the kitchen counter then with his voice gruff, he tapped on the white marble top.

“Take off your jeans and sit that tight, little butt up here,” he commanded.

Tight little butt?
Did that mean that he liked it?

By this time, however, I was totally in. I was beyond the point of no return and there was no more holding out for me, no going back.

I wanted this man to kiss me and do what he wanted with me. I was his for the taking and I suddenly felt a strong desire to please him.

So I stripped my jeans off and clambered up onto the kitchen counter as Michael positioned himself between my legs. I still had my underwear on, however.

He leaned in and started kissing on my neck, his lips blazing trails of fire all over my body. My back arched and my nails slightly raked his back as I felt the passion and desire rising inside me.

I moaned and reached for his hair.

It was soft to the touch and felt good running between my fingers.

Oh, how I wanted to please this man!

The only problem with my desire to please Michael however, was that my sexual skills were at zero level. Apart from my forgettable experience with Jim, which I still didn’t know what had happened between us, I was totally clueless when it came to the S, E, X.

I mean I’d read a few sex magazines back in college but the stuff they were talking about was too crazy for me to even try, especially without a boyfriend. So I’d stopped reading those type of magazines.

Now here I was, wishing I knew what the heck I was doing as Michael slowly started undressing me. He raised my hands up and peeled off my turtleneck.

Despite the few sips of brandy already inside me, my heart was racing a mile a minute by this time.

The reigning thought now raging through me was: Was I going to be able to please him? Would I be capable of making him happy?

Michael now got down on his knees and pried my legs open even wider. Starting from my thighs, he tantalizingly traced his tongue upwards. I could feel what felt like small needle pricks all over my legs, a little wetness on my panties and shivers crisscrossing all over my body as his tongue worked it’s way up.

I closed my eyes and let the experience carry me to a place I’d never been before. A fantasy land like no other where it was only me and him, lying in an open field watching and counting the cloud formations. Making wishes on shooting stars.

Suddenly his tongue reached the edge of my clit and I tensed up. Nervousness now gripped me as I felt his fingers move my panties to the side, exposing my vagina to him. I gasped slightly as his tongue now pried my slit open and ventured inside me.

It was as if I had entered another world altogether. The sensations running through me were feelings I’d never experienced before and I grabbed onto the kitchen counter, afraid I’d fall right off!

He probed deeper inside me and without even thinking I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him even deeper into me.

I wanted to feel his tongue deep inside me.

I could hear somebody moaning and it wasn’t until a moment later that I realized the moans were actually coming from me!

Suddenly, Michael stopped eating me out and stood up, situated himself in front of me. He reached for his waist, undid his belt and dropped his pants.

Underneath, he had on white boxers and I could make out the faint outline of a huge penis.

He dropped his boxers to the floor and suddenly I was face to face with it.

His penis.

But wait a minute!

As I sat on that kitchen counter staring at his manhood, my nervousness now turned into real fear. While his penis was big, it was still limp and hanging loose.

There was no erection!

Oh, no! This was soooo not good.

What did his limp penis mean?

Did it mean that he wasn’t interested in me? Did he not find me attractive enough?

I felt crushed and the first thing I instinctively felt like doing was grabbing my clothes and running out of there.

But when I looked up at his face, he was wearing that sexy smile that normally got my knees buckling, my stomach fluttering.

Smiling?

How could he not know how I was feeling?

I wanted him to want me.

I wanted him to desire me.

And his big, half-limp penis told me he wasn’t.

My mind flooded with a million thoughts as I raced through scenarios of what I could do to make him more interested.

I remembered my girlfriends’ talking about how they always made their boyfriends and booty calls orgasm just by giving them blow jobs.

That was all fine and dandy. The only problem with that was that I’d never given anybody a blowjob before.

Do I just put him whole inside my mouth? Do I just lick the tip of his manhood? His testicles? I didn’t know.

While all those thoughts were running through my mind, I suddenly recalled an article I’d read in one of those sex magazines back in college, before I’d stopped reading them.

The article had mentioned something about getting on all fours and letting your partner lick your clit from behind.

Apparently that style of oral sex was not only supposed to make your partner more excited from the sight of your butt and vagina up in the air but it was also supposed to be more stimulating for the woman as well since his tongue could travel deeper.

Now I was even more confused.

Would the blowjob make him more erect or would me getting on all fours do it for him?

Michael leaned in closer and his manhood rubbed on the naked skin of my belly.

It felt warm and big and I had a sudden urge to feel him in my hands.

His hands enveloped my body and he leaned in for a kiss.

As I sunk deep in his soul searing kiss I knew I had to make a decision, and do it quick, before we both got lost in kissing each other’s lips off.

His lips sucked on mine and his tongue caressed my tongue, tempting me, teasing me.

With all the willpower I could muster, I broke off the kiss and pushed him away.

The look on his face was one of consternation mixed in with worry.

“You okay?” He said. “You want me to stop? Just say the word and I’ll stop.”

Stop? What, are you crazy? I’m already committed to this!
We're doing this!

I smiled and whispered, “I want to try something.”

A smile flashed on his face.

I turned around and got on all fours right there on top of that kitchen counter, my bare ass smack dab in his face.

I had made a decision and we were both going to enjoy each other.

I was also going to try my damndest and make sure that he liked what he got. I reached behind and underneath me, spread my vagina lips open.