by Ian Dalton
She purred with delight and then shimmied her ass a little, begging him to get back to it.
"Should we try it?" he asked.
"Do whatever you want, but be gentle."
Climbing up, he placed his cock between her ass cheeks. She turned to him. "Wait, uh, I have some lube right there in the nightstand."
He slipped off of her and sat on the edge of the bed. After pulling out the tube of KY, he squeezed some onto his fingers, thoroughly lubed up his erection, and moved back into position. She spread her legs and lifted her ass off the bed. Staring down at her gorgeous parts with his heart pumping out of his chest, he placed his thick head at her tiny entrance and used his hand to guide it around.
"Oh..." she cried out as she pushed her hips out to him with her hole gently kissing his tip.
"You ready?"
"Uh-huh."
He held his cock firmly as he moved his hips slightly into her, a half-inch or so, back and forth. Her puckered pink asshole parted just slightly to allow him access.
"Oh, man," he moaned. Jillian’s mouth flew open in ecstasy. Caught up in the moment, he thrust into her a little more. Grimacing, she was torn between the intense pleasure and pain.
"Slowly," she moaned.
He moved forward carefully as a satisfied smile spilled across her face. "You stay still, I’ll..." Jillian said.
Removing his hand from his cock, he held his body up, hovering above her with his arms and legs flexed. His cock was at full size, completely excited. He swore that it had never been this big before.
She pushed her hips back slightly as his shaft slipped almost an inch into her tight hole. She gasped. He could feel he was about to cum, but he didn’t want to stop. He tried to focus his mind on something, anything else, but the sight of him sliding into her gorgeous ass was too much for him. After breathing out deeply, he let out a loud moan.
She held her breath and then pushed her ass out to him a little farther. His thick cock slipped fully into her ass. Screaming out in pain, she dropped her body to the bed pulling his erection free from her. Brian yelled out with his climax upon him, and his semen blasted all over her cheeks.
She lay on the bed, curling her lip as he fell beside her and leaned his chin on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Just too much, too fast."
"Sorry, I—"
"No, it was my fault. I need to take baby steps."
Staring at her, he fought to catch his breath. "You sure you’re okay?"
"Yeah, I’ll be fine."
"Did you, uh, enjoy it?"
She took a deep breath. "I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. It’s so intense."
Placing his hand on her back, he rubbed sensuously. She kissed him softly. "It didn’t hurt until it was all the way in."
"It was only the tip. There at the very end. I was, uh—"
Her eyes opened wide. "Really? It felt like it was... Wow."
He nodded slowly. "Maybe we shouldn’t do that again."
After closing her eyes, she opened them and gave him a sexy look. "No we’re definitely trying it again, but I’m getting a book, or something. We must be doing something wrong."
He grinned at her. "And you’re supposed to be the sex expert."
"Hey, those who can, do, and those who can’t, write about it… or something like that."
Laughing, he moved his lips to her shoulder and placed tiny kisses all over her back. He lifted up. "You’re amazing. I’d love to figure out how to do this with you. I was probably at the wrong angle or something and sorry I came so soon, but it was so freaking hot. Looking down at your gorgeous body with my... I was never so big and hard in my life."
"Maybe that was part of the problem."
"Maybe."
Turning onto her side, she gazed into his eyes. "I need to take a bath. You want to join me?"
After the bath, they spent the next two hours sleeping soundly together. When Jillian woke first, she left him there to rest while she rushed to her laptop and used this experience to expand Chapter Nineteen. Then they spent the rest of the day in bed, testing out the activities in Chapter Twenty. They didn’t hit a single tennis ball that weekend, but Brian did read the first draft of the unfinished novel. Jillian had written just up to the point where Brice left to return to college at the end of Spring Break.
Early on Sunday, Jillian walked Brian to his car. He wore the same outfit as when he arrived. They stood together by his open door, him not wanting to leave and her not wanting to let him go. He frowned. "I probably should have brought my books; then I could have stayed a little later... Some clothes would have been nice, too. A toothbrush, even... Anything, really."
She smiled. "I was thinking of coming to Atlanta the first week of April."
"I've got exams coming up, but I can drive down some weekend." He added slowly with his eyes bugged out, "It's. Only. Nine. Hours."
They shared a chuckle. Widening his eyes, he gave her a suggestive look. "Maybe when I come back, we can not play tennis again. This is so much more fun."
40
For the next two months, Jillian and Brian saw each other only four times. Twice he flew into Miami, and twice she made her way to Atlanta, where they spent the weekend at a hotel ordering room service, playing a little tennis, and spending a lot of time in bed. Falling for him, she thought a lot about what might happen after he graduated. She thought about how they should probably stop seeing each other soon, since with the age difference, the Rob issue, and the fact that Brian had a job a thousand miles away from her, they would be forced to end it, anyway, at some point. But the more time she spent with him, the harder it became to talk to him about it all. She decided she would see him once more after graduation, and that would be the end of their relationship.
Reflecting on her failed marriage to George, Jillian considered all the things she might have done differently. During one quiet evening, she called her ex-husband for the first time since the divorce was finalized. She told him that she didn’t hold him completely responsible for their breakup, admitting that part of it was her fault, saying that back then, she knew they were growing apart, and yet she did nothing to try to stop it. She told him she still thought he was an ass for cheating on her at the house, but she just wanted him to know that she shared some of the blame.
Two weeks before graduation, she had a surprise for Brian. She instructed him to go to the Atlanta airport on Friday morning and pick up a ticket for a flight. She would fly out from Miami and meet him at their destination airport. After informing him that he would return on a flight Sunday afternoon, she provided no other details.
Jillian’s plane landed in Phoenix an hour late, so Brian met her at the gate. She had arranged that a driver from a car service would be waiting to take them to Scottsdale in a black town car. As they approached the resort, Brian recognized it from an article he’d read on tennis resort vacations.
Staring out at the hotel, he beamed. "No way, we’re staying at the Phoenician?"
"I booked the Center Court Tennis Package."
"They have that Wimbledon Championship grass court. I read about it. I always wanted to play on grass."
The car dropped them off, and as they rushed to the front desk with their carry-on bags she said, "I could only get the court today at four. It was booked up the rest of the weekend."
Brian checked the time on his phone. "We’ve got ten minutes. If we change quickly, we can make it."
After checking in, they hurried to the room, arriving exactly at four. Once inside, they placed their bags on the bed, opened them, and began frantically pulling off clothing.
"I’m going to beat you on grass," he quipped as he pulled off his shirt. "I’ll be diving all over the court, and I won’t get a scratch. You won’t be able to pass me."
She scoffed. "You will be on the grass a lot. But you’ll be looking behind you at the ball."
She was down to just her panties, and he was in only boxer briefs when he made the critic
al mistake of looking at her. There she stood, tossing items from her suitcase, in search of her sports bra, with her gorgeous, uncovered breasts just steps away from him. Standing frozen, breathlessly watching her, he didn’t make any attempt to find his clothes. She located the bra. "Found it." As she prepared to put it on, she noticed him staring and not getting dressed. Glancing at Brian in his underwear, she was sidetracked a little herself. "What are you—"
Before she could get the question out, he rushed to her, wrapped his arms around her, and their mouths flew open wide as they kissed.
With her full breasts smashing into his chest, he slipped his hands down to her ass and pushed them into her panties. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach. Moving his mouth to her neck, he sucked gently on her skin. She exhaled and then tossed her head back as she brought her hands down to feel his bulge. She squeezed his hardness through his boxer briefs as he continued to nuzzle her neck while he wildly ran his hands all over her ass.
Once his lips found hers again, she sucked his tongue inside her mouth. He pushed her panties down and then pulled his head back from hers. "I missed you so much."
She narrowed her eyes, licked her lips, then reached into his shorts, and pulled out his growing erection. He gasped as her fingers wrapped around it and pulled upward. Slipping her hand into his boxers, she cupped his balls. She squeezed them as she stroked his cock firmly, then let go of him and ripped his shorts down to his knees. Stepping back, she quickly removed her panties as he pushed down his boxers.
They moved back together, their lips connecting again. He slid his hands to her breasts for a moment before slipping one of them lower, between her legs. Dipping a finger inside, he felt her wetness. Her mouth shot open wide, but she didn’t make a sound. She backed away from him far enough to push his cock down until it was pointed between her legs. Wrapping his hands back around her ass, he pulled her close as his manhood slid between her legs, the hard shaft parting her slick folds. She moaned out loud with her eyes slammed shut as he slid his hands below her ass to the backs of her legs. All at once, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her legs up around his waist, as he supported her thighs. The full girth of him parted her slick pussy as she pressed into his cock and trapped it against his abdomen.
She pushed off him slightly; his erection sprang back and followed her, resting just above her clit. Moving his hips back an inch, he looked into her eyes as he reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance. She could feel his heat pressing into her soaked pussy. She adjusted her angle as he fought to slip it inside of her. Pulling back another inch, he then bent his shaft up and found his way. As he filled her, she breathed out hard on his face. They opened their mouths and kissed again. Her tongue penetrated his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him more firmly, his cock embedded deeper inside her, satisfying her fully.
Holding onto her tightly, he bounced her up and down on his hardness. She pulled her mouth from his and leaned back, with just her hands wrapped around his neck. He gazed down at her amazing breasts and then looked lower. He could see his manhood as it slid all the way in and a few inches out of her beautiful pussy as they fucked.
Turning around, he moved to the bed. He bent over until her ass was firmly resting on the comforter. She spread her legs wide and placed her hands down flat on the bed. He bent over and supported his weight on the edge of the mattress as he pounded up and down, hard into her. Slamming her eyes shut, she placed her hands under her knees and held her legs apart farther, as he pumped into her harder, deeper, his girth stretching her completely.
"Fuck me!" she cried out.
With his hands on the mattress and up on his tiptoes, only his penis touched her now. Focusing her mind on the feeling in her pussy, she felt herself approaching a giant climax. She moaned loudly, her breathing becoming more and more labored. He pumped harder still; she pulled her legs back further, opening her pussy up to his cock. He pushed his hips to hers, driving himself deep inside her. One last stroke, and Jillian climaxed with a small but still wonderful orgasm. She screamed out as he went on, pumping faster and faster. Reaching around, she grasped his balls firmly and tugged. His mouth shot open as he thrust into her while straining every muscle in his legs as he neared the edge.
She squeezed his balls harder. Holding his breath, he drove into her with his last bit of energy. Then he came hard, yelling out with a guttural moan that brought a big smile to her face. She released her grip of his sensitive flesh as he slumped over her, spent and panting. She wrapped her arms around him as he continued to slowly pump deep inside of her until every last drop of semen spilled out. Pulling up, he looked down at her, speechless.
She smiled. "Wow, you really did miss me."
"You didn’t miss me?"
Answering him with her eyes, she held him tighter, and she began moving her hips with their connection still intact and still feeling his excitement. "You’re still hard."
"Uh, yeah."
She moved a little more, curling her lip. It felt freaking amazing. She wanted another orgasm, a big one. She whispered, "You’re really, really hard."
"I told you I missed you. Didn’t you already have an orgasm?" Brian asked as he slowly and sensually worked his cock inside of her.
"A little one," Jillian said with mock disappointment until he pressed his hips into her firmly and reached a spot deep inside, causing her to part her lips and let out a soft groan.
"We can do better than that." He grinned.
After wrapping her hands around him and pulling him closer, her eyes slammed shut.
Almost an hour later, Jillian rested blissfully with her head on Brian’s stomach, as she lay perpendicular to him, gazing up at his face. "That was amazing."
"I might have been able to make it to the court if you’d found your bra quicker. I saw your, uh, and I couldn’t—"
"I thought about wearing it on the plane."
Nodding in agreement, he smiled at her. "You know, it was pretty presumptuous of you to think you could just whisk me away to this fancy hotel and rush me right out to the court. I’m not your tennis whore, you know. I need to be wined and dined and... other things… first."
She bit her lip, fighting back a laugh. "Well, you got your other things."
"Yeah, but you didn’t plan it that way. Sometimes I think you take me for granted." He looked away from her, mock-standoffishly.
After pausing a moment, she started, "Maybe..." She covered her mouth to stop a laugh and cleared her throat to compose herself. "Maybe I’ll buy you something really nice later. Will that—"
"Like what?" He looked back at her, unconvinced.
Flipping over, she slid next to him with her head on his chest. "How about something new to wear on the court? A new pair of shorts, maybe?"
He gave her a pursed lip nod as if that wasn’t going to cut it. She kissed his chest and then looked at him. "We could have a light dinner first..." She kissed her way up to his neck. "Then maybe you could put on your new shorts, and we could go to one of the tennis courts." After kissing him on the lips, she finished with, "... not the grass court, but one of the others, and then we could just see what happens."
"Okay," he grumbled.
They both held serious faces for a moment, but then became all smiles. She grinned. "When did you come up with this bit?"
"In the lobby. I was going to use it on the court, but it worked here, too, with a new opening. It was killing me to wait... It was a play on the whole thing. You know, if I was the woman, and you were the man and—"
"No, I get it. Very clever." She shot him an arrogant look. "I think I played my part well."
"Oh, yeah, you were great. Do you think if people heard us, with our constant pseudo-sexual-slash-tennis banter, they would want to kill us?"
"Definitely. After five minutes, they would beat us to death with our own racquets," she replied with a casual nod.
"Personally, I love us," he said a little sarcastically.
/> "Oh, so do I. We are a lot of fun."
He looked at her with a grin. "So, can I get those shorts now?"
Rolling her eyes, she pushed away from him and slipped out of bed. He tilted his head, and with his gaze glued to her shapely naked ass, he watched her disappear into the bathroom.
Jillian called her editor, who somehow pulled the right string and was able to secure a special after-hours slot on the grass court for them the next day. The blissfully-happy couple had a great match that he, in fact, was able to win. They spent the rest of the time eating, drinking, playing tennis on the hard courts, and having amazing sex.
Jillian’s plane was scheduled to depart before Brian’s, so he waited with her at her gate. When her section was called to board, they shared a long goodbye kiss. Afterward, she pulled away, gazed into his eyes and smiled. "I have a big thing planned for you for after graduation. I can’t wait... I’ve been working on it for weeks."
Narrowing his eyes, he gave her an intrigued look. "Don’t ruin it... I can stay until June 6. I don’t have to report to the bank until Tuesday now."
Her smile faded a little when she was reminded they would see each other for only a week before he had to start work. Together they walked to the empty gate. After handing her ticket to the agent, she turned to him with her smile only a faint memory. "Goodbye."
He gave her a quick kiss and smiled. "Hey, when you finally finish the book, e-mail me the last chapters. I’m dying to find out how it ends."
Nodding slightly with her expression unreadable, she turned and then rushed away before he could see her tears. As she walked into the tunnel, she softly said, "Me, too."
Brian spent most of his flight smiling, remembering the weekend and thinking of her. Jillian was also thinking about him, but she was fighting to hold back her emotions. After wiping away her tears, she opened her laptop and typed the ending to their story. Upon returning to Miami, she submitted the draft of her completed novel to her editor.