I was in his office, talking to him, wondering whether this was okay or not. Wondering what to do. One kiss later I was convinced that none of my previous thoughts mattered. In one kiss my thinking mind was shut off. Yeah, sure there was some doubt on the car ride to his apartment, but two feet inside the closing front door there stood a kiss willing to erase all nonsexual thoughts from my mind.
I took it.
He was a ferocious kisser. Before I could really get my bearings I was being pushed with both his body and his tongue against a wall. I hit it hard, but it didn’t matter. There was no noticeable pain. His hands were roving over my body, greedy for it, grabbing a handful before finding another one that must have seen better somehow. I didn’t have a chance to do anything to him but hold on. It didn’t take long for him to find my breasts, for him to reach down into my pants. I was soon rocking back and forth to the rhythms of his hand, rocking, rocking, rock rock back forth ba fo b f and …
He stopped. I looked at him. Orgasm thief. He looked at me. I couldn’t read his eyes. I had no idea what he wanted. I wanted to kiss him, to move down my mouth full to the brim, but his eyes stopped me from doing anything but looking at him. I wanted to look away and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to break that gaze and give him total power. I stared at him for a long time before I realized his face was slowly growing closer to mine. Mine stayed in the same place. He reached up with his hand and brushed some hair out of my face. I was beginning to forgive him for leaving me the way he just did. And he kissed me.
How he did it I’ll never know. He kissed me so gently I couldn’t believe he was the same man who’d just been pressing me against the wall. This kiss made me feel the way I originally thought kisses should make me feel. I hungered after it, wanting more, but he leaned back, and put his index finger to my lips.
The walk to his bedroom was a little awkward on my part. I wanted to talk to feel better but I didn’t think I should say anything. The apartment was completely quiet but for the sounds we made in the corridor. He told me to sit on the bed and I did as I was told. He left the room for a few minutes, coming back with an assortment of things in his hands. Just seeing them made me excited. After setting the glass of ice water, lubricant, paint, and condoms on the bedside table, he walked to the end of the bed where I was sitting. He stood directly in front of me, his penis at face level and obviously getting hard. Clothes flew after he pushed me down onto the bed. Soon I was full, full of his hardness, pounding away into me, the rhythm steadily growing faster, then slowing again before speeding up once more. The feeling of ice tracing water paths around my stiff nipples, or in his mouth sliding in and out as he licked my engorged clitoris. Up down left right the sign of the cross OH GOD!!! I come. Too early. I can’t help it. He doesn’t stop. It’s more than I can take. I scream and scream until I come again and again. I stop being able to move. I lay on his bed. Immobile.
What feels like a few minutes later (but couldn’t have been that long) he is lying next to me. I get up on my hands and knees and move down to his cock. Apparently he thought my paralysis was the end of the night but it takes more than that to fall a giant. I find his penis with my mouth, lick it, kiss it, look up at him as my tongue swirls around under his head. I note where my tongue ring is when his face gives me the telltale signs of his spots. Eventually his penis is enveloped by my mouth. I slowly move toward his body until he is completely inside me. I’m looking up at him when I begin to move my head in circles, ever so carefully, watching for my teeth and concentrating on his moans. My fingers play distractedly with his balls. When he gets near the end of the line, I slip the index finger of my other hand into his anus and move it around just enough for him to be yelling wholeheartedly as his cum spurted into my mouth. I winced a little at the taste and swallowed like a good little girl should. He was slipping off to sleep soon after he came, and I crawled up to join him, wondering whether he would look at me the same way in class after this.