by D. R. Rosier
She asked, “Are you coming in tonight?”
I replied teasingly, as I deliberately mistook her meaning, “Multiple times, if I have my way.”
She smiled widely, and shook her head, “You seem sure of yourself.”
I nodded, “I am. I’m spending the night too. Unless you kick me out of course.”
She asked, “You are?”
I smirked teasingly, “I’d miss Angel’s breakfast otherwise.”
She gasped, and she squeezed my hand hard in mock rebuke.
“I know this has been kind of fast, if you want a night alone, I’d understand.”
Her face froze, then she said, “I didn’t say that.”
“So, you want me to stay the night?”
She replied, “If you want to. Any time, any night, always. This conversation went wrong somewhere, I was just trying to tease you.”
Oh, that kind of made sense.
“I want to. I don’t want to be anywhere else, Amber.”
She smiled, and changed the subject, “Good, because insane or not, neither do I.”
We shared a comfortable silence for the rest of the drive, as we played with and caressed each other’s hands. I cared for her far more than seemed reasonable, and that scared the hell out of me. It was far too early for any serious commitments, or even words of love, but here we were the both of us worried the other wouldn’t want to spend the night.
It might’ve been too early to tell her how strongly I felt, but once the car was in the garage I pulled her into a soft, lingering, and passionate kiss. She saw right through me, so I had no doubt she would see the truth of it in the way I kissed her, the soft way I caressed her, and sense the deep feelings I put into that soft but impossibly impassioned kiss.
Her response was just as passionate, as her hand caressed my chest, her lips melted against mine, and a sweet sigh of pleasured surrender left her lips as she melted against me.
I teleported us straight to the bed, since our bodies were in the sitting position, and she shrieked and then giggled as I kissed her neck and laid her back as I moved to hover above her. I kissed down her neck gently, slowly, as I undid her skirt.
I stood up and looked deeply into her eyes, as I slid that skirt down her body. I got quite a surprise, when instead of panties I saw her satiny folds already slick with excitement, and they glistened alluringly in the low light of the room. My sexy as hell lover hadn’t had panties on all night.
I pulled her up slightly by the hand, to strip her shirt up and off, then lowered her back down while simultaneously kissing her passionately. The sweet sounds from her lips, and the way her body arched and trembled with wanton need at my every touch, was a wild thing in my mind.
I unclasped her bra, and she eagerly helped me shed it.
I stood up again to shuck my own clothes, while she slowly and sensually moved her body back, crawling on her elbows and shimmying her body. As her head lowered to the pillow, she slowly opened her lithe legs wide in a split in lewd invitation and gave me the sexiest come fuck me look I’ve ever seen. Her full lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were alight with lustful need and an adoration I’d never seen before as she reached up and tweaked her own nipple.
“You are so beautiful.”
I crawled back into the bed naked, my cock already rock hard.
She sighed softly as I leaned down and kissed her ankle. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so sweet, and completely mine. I was in no rush, as I slowly traced her legs with soft teasing kisses and light strokes of my fingertips as I made my way up her body. Her scent of arousal made my cock twitch powerfully, and I paused briefly for a teasing taste simply because I couldn’t help myself.
“That feels so good, but get up here and fuck me. Please. I need you, Bob,” she said in her sweet dulcet tones that were heavily tinged with sultry desire.
I ignored her and continued my slow and adoringly worshipful exploration of her body, as I kissed a trail up her body. I didn’t spend long at her breasts either, but long enough that she was truly worked up and needing my cock by the time I kissed my way to her lips.
Her eyes widened slightly, as I looked deeply into hers from just inches away as I slowly but firmly filled her channel with my long and thick cock one inch at a time. The pleasure of being inside of my Amber felt more intense every time. Her warmth was so snug around me, her liquid anticipation eased the way with delicious hot friction, and the devoted surrender and sweet adoration in her eyes was even more mind-blowing than the needy lust.
“So good.”
She sighed in pleasure as she wrapped her long-toned legs around me, to grind up into me as I fully buried myself inside her heaven.
“It’s all for you, and where my fat cock belongs.”
I smiled at that, but it hardly impacted the emotional intensity we shared in that moment of joining.
“Your fat cock?”
She squeezed around me tightly as she let out a breathy gasp, “Yes, mine, and it belongs in your pussy. I feel so complete, when you’re in me, taking me, claiming me, and using me even as you give me pleasure.”
I said softly, “I am yours, and you’re mine.”
Her eyes widened and softened at my words, hiding the words I really wanted to say, then she let out a sexy little gasp of pleasure as she ground up against me.
I took that to mean her body was ready for me, and I pulled out almost painfully slow, the little sparks of pleasure as I slid out of her snug channel were mind-blowingly intense. Then I pushed back in just as slowly, at the same time I kissed her and gently teased my tongue into her mouth.
She trembled and squeezed around me hard, the whimper of pleasure made me twitch hard in her body. She was extremely close if she was doing that, which meant she’d been wet for me again for most of the night.
Her soft and warm hands felt like heaven on my body, as she caressed my neck, chest, and sides, and her body moved in rhythm to my slow and sensual assault on her body as I moved in and out of her slowly. It was intense, on the edge of wild, but I was truly making love to her for the first time that night, and the intense look in her eyes told me she knew that.
The adoring devotion and sweet carnal joy in her gaze told me she loved me too, as our bodies moved slowly as one.
It didn’t take all that long, before her whole body shook with emotion, and she tightened around me as her body freed it all. She cried out my name in passionate release, as her tight dancer’s body convulsed and milked around my hard length. Her breasts heaved and shook, as she arched her back and let out a series of sharp gasps of my name and her legs tightened around my waist almost painfully.
Damn, she was so beautiful in the throes of blissful orgasm, and we shared that intensity through our shared gaze, but I powered through it with my slow and long strokes in and out of her body.
I made love to her for a long time, and lost count of the amount of times she’d reached ecstasy under me. Each one a little more intense than the last, until I just couldn’t hold it anymore and released inside of her. My own love, my own devotion for this incredible woman beneath me, clear in my eyes as I shared my ecstasy with her.
She went over for me one more time, triggered by my own orgasm, as my cock surged, expanded, and filled her with my seed. I don’t know why me filling her with my seed got her off most of the time, but that fact definitely triggered something deep within me.
As we came down, I noticed both our bodies were absolutely covered in sweat, her eyes were glassy with pleasure, and her body trembled and twitched in aftershocks as I slowly pulled out, laid beside her, and pulled her tightly against me.
Neither of us had said it, perhaps both of us were foolishly afraid it would chase the other way, it was too soon. But I knew it as surely as she did, we were both in love. It was more than lust, or simple chemistry, or the deep and trusting friendship we’d established the last two years. It was… terrifying, but also felt so damned good as she snuggled into me and let out a contente
d sigh.
I lazily stroked her back with my fingertips, and I teased her gloriously long wavy dark brown hair.
Her fingertips weren’t idle either, as she traced the muscles in my chest and stomach seemingly absently.
Neither of us spoke, there was really no point. Neither one of us was ready to say it out loud, and anything less than that would be absolutely trite and pale next to the intensity of what we’d just shared.
She finally spoke, “It was seven years ago when I quickened, I was seventeen and a senior in high school. I was an average student, mostly B grades, though an A or a C reared its head at times. I was popular, on the cheerleading team, and I had a lot of friends. I was also a science geek, but you’d have never known it looking at me. I almost always got an A in science, and I was in the AP classes, because I put in the work.
“In short, I was totally clueless. I already told you my friends, the ones I thought were really good friends, weren’t. I also had this body, the boys in school really liked my tight and supple dancer’s body, except for my big tits which they liked even more. I had a lot of their attention, though I wasn’t a slut at all, I thought they liked me for me.
“Turns out though, they’d just all wanted bragging rights at popping my cherry. They never saw me, they just saw a hot cheerleader who was a ditz but for some reason hadn’t spread her legs yet. They saw me as a contest prize, and all those attentions and compliments I’d foolishly eaten up and believed were merely their weapons in hopes of getting my defenses down.”
She paused for a moment, and I continued to caress her back lazily. I wasn’t going to pressure her to tell this story, god knows I hated sharing mine. In fact, I’d never shared mine outside of my sisters.
She sighed, “They were just boys of course, filled with too much testosterone. This isn’t going where it might seem. I went to a pool part at my friend’s house, Kristin. Someone managed to get their hands on some alcohol. My boyfriend at the time, of a whole week, got a little handsy after perhaps drinking a bit too much.
“Let’s just say words were exchanged, when I firmly told him no. He made me feel like cheap trash, like a cock tease, and he told me exactly how all my so called friends saw me. A ditzy frigid bitch. So, I left the party with tears in my eyes and started to walk home in nothing but a red bikini, short jean shorts, and flip flops.
“That part of the story is only important because of my state of mind. I felt stupid and clueless about how much I’d missed, how skewed my perceptual reality really was, and that I thought those men liked me for me, for my company and who I was. Apparently, they’d all just been trying to get inside me. It’s why I was so disturbed at first at how fast we’d jumped into bed, until you explained it from a different point of view.
“Back to the point. I was feeling stupid, and I wished I was smarter. I loved science, but realistically I had to work really hard for simple high school classes, and Bio and Physics 101 AP courses. I was also seventeen, so I was blaming myself for all of it. I wasn’t smart enough, I wasn’t wise enough, and I couldn’t recognize all that truth even if it was right in my face. In hindsight, his harsh and angry words had rung true, even if his reason for saying them was messed up.”
She paused, and sighed softly, “I love how that feels, never stop.”
“Yes, maam.”
She grinned up at me and then shook her head, “When I was walking home I attracted the wrong kind of attention. I was feeling sorry for myself, angry at all my so-called friends, and completely self-absorbed as I wished I wasn’t such a dumb ass. I didn’t even notice the gang bangers until they closed around me right outside an alley, and one of them grabbed me and picked me up.”
She shook her head, “I was a cheerleader, and in very good shape. I fought hard, knowing if they got me in that alley my first time with a man would be gang rape. Even I wasn’t that naïve not to know what was coming. Of course, the crude words they said was also a big clue. I kicked the guy ahead of us hard with both feet, and he went flying forward while the guy trying to get me to stop struggling went flying backwards. He landed on his ass and I landed on him, rolled off and ran blindly in fear and panic to get away. Right into the street like a dumb ass.
“The next thing I heard was the screech of tires, and then I was flying through the air. It was almost like time slowed down, it was surreal, then I slammed down into the street, and my head hit the asphalt hard enough to crack my skull. I was dying, and I knew it, and I was terrified. I’d already been angry at my stupidity and blindness, and I’d both failed to notice a gang stalking me and I ran into the street after that.
“Needless to say, that’s when I quickened, and my life changed forever. I became as smart and as observant as I’d wished I’d been before that. A lot smarter. My parents were shocked at the change in me, and of course everything changed at school. It wasn’t until my second semester of college until I bent enough to date a man again. That’s when my sexual awakening happened, a month later. I also found out I was bi in college, when a woman asked me out and I was surprised to discover the concept was attractive. I’d never really thought about it before then.”
I was actually a little relieved by her story. A lot of super stories were much worse. On the other hand, I didn’t discount or lessen the affect it had on her in her mind. Her whole world was thrown on its ear, that kind of thing was hard. Worse tragedies didn’t lessen the impact of a lesser one.
I did wonder why she’d added those last two statements though, until after a long pause she continued talking.
“But it wasn’t until I met you that I truly felt safe, truly felt seen, and could let myself go. Could just be myself all the time, and I could freely surrender my body and desires to you. You make me feel so vulnerable, but also impossible strong and safe. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you, Bob.”
I squeezed her tightly for a moment as I kissed her head, “You’re amazing, Amber. All of you. I’m sorry you had to go through that, but it also made you the strong and lovely woman you are today. I’ve never met anyone like you either, haven’t felt so deeply or so fast. I’ve also never told anyone what happened to me since then, outside of the bare details.”
I held her for a bit longer, feeling the pressure to talk. She wasn’t pressuring me at all, I was. I feared if I didn’t tell her my story, then I’d never open up and I’d lose her over time. What had Michelle, and just about every other girlfriend in the last two years said? Emotionally unavailable, whatever the fuck that meant.
It didn’t mean wearing my heart on my sleeve, I’d never be that guy. Nor would I be sharing my feelings or crying on her shoulder, not until pigs flew to hell to go ice skiing anyway. But sharing my past and its impact on me wasn’t that, and it didn’t mean I wasn’t confident in me and her, it would in fact mean I was strong and confident. But it wasn’t easy, and I didn’t want to relive it. But just the thought of losing this woman in my arm’s tore my heart out, in a way that Michelle and others before her never had.
It was insane, but I was in love with Amber, and damnit, she was the one or I’d eat my boots.
“It was two years ago and a month for me. Twenty-three and just out of college. My parents were good people, I had first world problems growing up too. There were fights, and all that, but we were just the typical and normal family as far as level of disfunction.”
She giggled.
“A little more background, I told you already I was a sci-fi geek, loved reading those books. I was always fascinated with mental abilities and how they fit into science fiction. It was science fiction’s version of fantasy and magic, and of course it was a reality in our world with supers. One thing annoyed me though, I always wondered why they were so limited. Most of them had one form of telekinesis, or another, like pyrokinesis, aqua-kinesis, or tossing large things around, but very few of them could do more than one thing with it. To me it was all the same, manipulating matter means manipulating temperature, vibration, motion, all of
that. I suppose I owe my power to those thoughts, and to convincing my sub-conscious mind they’d allowed themselves to be limited by theirs.
“My twin sisters had just finished their second year at State, they’re both two years younger than I am. They’d already been dating their husbands, Ben and Mark, so the four of them had headed down to Cancun to blow off some steam after their finals. So when I got home it was just me and the parents. I graduated with a business degree and had plans to find a job and my own place, but first it was time to celebrate. I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time either, I’d just broken up with a girl named Jolene a month before that.
“So when my parents wanted to take the boat out on lake Michigan and have a little celebration, I figured why not. It’d be interesting to toss back a few with the old man, as a man, and they looked so proud. I figured I could catch up with old high school friends another time. It was also a warm day, unusually warm for May in Chicago. We stopped by the tackle shop and picked up some bait, a case of beer, and we had plenty of stuff for snacks in the car.”
I paused for a moment, then continued.
“We never made it to the lake. Well, not as planned we hadn’t. We were headed down Lakeshore Drive, less than an exit away from the Marina, when a super fight started to happen off to the side, above the lake. The drunk idiot that hit us must’ve decided that it was more important to watch the super fight than the road, because he veered over in a large Ford truck and hit the side of our rear wheel bumper.
“From what I found out later, the hero never even saw it, focused on the villain who’d taken off a second later and went in pursuit. The car spun and slid sideways, the car jerked and vibrated hard the whole way. It was the worst timing possible when the wheels finally did stick, and the car started to roll, right next to the guard rail. The car went over, bounced on the steep slope, and slammed into the rocks on the front left near to the relatively shallow water.
“My father died on impact, the steering wheel folded and smashed into his chest. My mother’s agonized screams from the seatbelt was what I remembered next. I of course, was in the back seat, and didn’t have a seat belt on. My neck snapped when I hit the front seat, bounced, then fell into the windshield. My whole body was on fire with pain, and I couldn’t move my head at all without excruciating agony blanking my thoughts.”