by ANDREA SMITH
I climbed back into, moving close to him. My hand slid under the covers, capturing his erect manhood. My fingers sprang his penis free from his silk boxers. I loved the softness and warmth of the skin on his penis. It was perfect. I snuggled down under the covers, putting my lips on it, and sliding my tongue up and down the length. Trey stirred immediately, and I felt his hands fisting my hair.
“Aww baby,” he moaned, “I don’t want to hurt you again. It’s too soon. You need time to heal a bit.”
“I’m fine, Trey,” I assured him, continuing my oral assault on his penis.
I took the full length in my mouth while gently stroking his balls. His erection was huge. I could feel myself getting wet. Trey pulled me up from under the covers, laying me on my back. He pulled my panties down, covering my sex with his mouth. His tongue explored every fold, inside and out, twirling and licking with expert precision. He slipped a finger inside of me, continuing to slide his tongue inside and out. His thumb pressed firmly on the outside of my vagina, right above my pubic bone while his index finger gently pressed the same area from the inside.
A sensation started in that area, similar to what I had started to experience last night that had been cut short when Trey climaxed. It was a very pleasurable sensation.
It began with warmth that spread through the immediate area, then followed with a strong need for release.
I was tingling in all of my extremities.
“Trey, please?”
I wanted him inside of me to finish this with me.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said softly. “You can come this way, relax and enjoy this.”
He continued the in and out stroking, adding his middle finger to the mix, his tongue still working its magic, both inside and out. He was not focusing on my clitoris which was curious, but whatever he was doing to that spot inside of me was definitely making me hot and ready.
My hips started gyrating against his hand and mouth. Soft moans escaped from me. Trey used his finger to tap the spot inside of me, while his thumb delivered pressure taps to the outside. Oh my God, I felt like I was ready to explode.
“Did I find your sweet spot, baby?” he asked. “Yes, I think I did. Are you going to come for me? Come on, I want you to come for Trey,” he coaxed in his smooth, silky, sexy voice.
His tongue kept a steady momentum, and the tapping of his finger and thumb both inside and out of me pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body squeezing his fingers that were inside of me; his mouth then moved to my clitoris, flicking it gently, swirling around it in circular motion. My uterus was contracting; it felt like it had its own pulse as the throbbing pleasure washed over me.
Simultaneously, my clitoris was swollen responding to his tongue. My pleasure was building up to a crescendo that was totally new to me. I was moaning loudly; every nerve in my body was affected. Suddenly, I felt a release, and then another as I shuddered. I cried out again, I think I called Trey’s name. I was oblivious to everything but the pleasure that had enveloped every part of my body. Something liquid gushed from me. What was that? My mind raced to find an explanation for it.
Slowly, my senses returned to normal, my breathing slowed; the tingling of all my extremities slowly subsided.
I was left with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.
Trey raised himself up, kissing my face all over.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
I couldn’t speak at the moment, still mesmerized by the total pleasure he had brought to my body. I had totally abandoned myself to him with no reservations. There was the matter of what had happened at the end. I wasn’t sure if I had cause to be embarrassed about it or not.
“I’m soaked down there, Trey,” I said. “Did I bleed again or something?”
He chuckled, framing my face in his hands, kissing my nose.
“No silly, you didn’t bleed.”
Oh God, had I actually urinated on him? I had heard about ‘golden showers’ but I didn’t know that they could happen randomly with orgasm.
“Trey, I said, my eyes widening, “I am so sorry. I used the bathroom before I came back to bed this morning. Oh God, I am sorry!”
“Tylar,” he said his tone turning serious. “You didn’t pee or bleed on me; you had an orgasm, and apparently, you experienced female ejaculation as a result.”
He saw the confused expression on my face.
“It’s a good thing,” he explained. “Here, sit up, let me show you.”
I reluctantly sat up and Trey moved over a little bit. My crotch was soaking wet, and there was a wet spot on the sheets. It was colorless.
“Take your finger,” he instructed, “and rub it on that spot.”
I looked at him like he was crazy.
“Just do it, Tylar, trust me.”
I did as he instructed. The liquid was whitish clear on the dark blue sheets. I lifted my wet finger to my nose. It was odorless. Thank God, it wasn’t urine.
“See?” Trey asked, reading the relief on my face.
“I guess you’re right,” I admitted. “Will that happen all of the time?”
“I hope so,” Trey laughed.
I smiled at Trey, and then realized that he hadn’t been pleasured yet. I was about to fix that. I pushed him back down into the pillows. I lowered his boxers and pulled them off. I climbed up pushing his legs apart as I took my place between them.
“Take your top off,” he instructed.
“I want to see your breasts.”
I did as instructed, tossing it off to the side. He grabbed my breasts with his hands, massaging them as I bent over and started massaging his penis. I squatted down, taking his full erection into my mouth, and gliding my tongue along, swirling it as I sucked his full length. My hands played with it, moving up and down along the length, gently bringing my fingers up to the crown, where my tongue circled the ridge of nerves there.
Trey gasped, and his hips moved, thrusting forward as his penis moved in and out of my mouth. I sheathed my teeth, and continued my licking and sucking, running my fingertip gently along the seam between scrotum and anus.
“God,” he said, licking his lips with pleasure.
I moved my arms underneath his muscular thighs, raising them up. I continued going up and down on his erection, adjusting speed to mix things up a bit. My teeth gently nibbled around the ridge, my tongue following swirling around the head. I massaged his balls, feeling them tighten up knowing that he was getting close.
I continued my oral ministrations on him, moving up and down on his engorged penis. I could feel him tense up each time I went down to the root. He was getting so ready.
“Tylar, baby,” he said hoarsely, “I’m about ready, you need to stop and finish me with your hands.”
“Uh unh,” I replied, my mouth full of Trey.
I increased the rhythm of my going up and down on him, moaning with the pleasure I got in sucking him with my mouth.
His hands fisted in my hair, rocking back and forth into me; his breathing was coming fast and hard, his penis was now throbbing. He suddenly moaned and his movements stopped. In a few seconds, my mouth received his warm ejaculation in several squirts. I continued to swallow with each new squirt, until he was fully spent.
“Oh God,” he rasped, pulling me up to him, covering my mouth and face with kisses.
He held me tightly to him, rubbing my bare back, kissing my neck now and nuzzling it with his face. We were both sweaty and wet with our bodily fluids. We lay in each other’s arms for awhile getting our heart rates down to normal.
Trey finally rolled over and got up from the bed, heading toward the bathroom.
“Are you coming back?” I asked.
He turned to look at me in his magnificent nakedness, smiling.
“I just have to pee, Tylar. I’ll be back.”
Good I thought. I wasn’t done yet.
Ten minutes later we were once again locked in each other’s bodies, exploring secret places. Finally c
onvinced I was healed, Trey buried himself in me once again, and this time there was no pain, and plenty of wet, hot pleasure.
Trey and I had showered, ordered breakfast from room service and were dressing for the day. Well, at least I was. Trey was wearing his clothes from the night before, but he had phoned a cab to pick him up and take him back to his apartment. It was about ten thirty in the morning, and check-out at the hotel was not until noon. Trey promised that he would be back to pick me up at noon, and take me to the airport.
After he left, I phoned Gina’s room. I woke her up, I could tell.
“Gina, what are you doing?” I asked.
“What the fuck you think girlfriend? I’m sleeping here, next to my hubby. Why?”
“Gina,” I said excitedly. “Trey and I did it last night!”
“Did what? Are you freakin telling me that you two tied the knot? What?”
I heard Ian mumble something to her, and she hushed him up.
“No, we didn’t get married, we made love.” I replied matter-of-factly.
“I’m no longer a virgin!” I declared proudly.
“What the hell?”
I heard her tell Ian to shut up, and then she was back on the phone.
“I’ll be right down to your room. Ian is bitching at me to be quiet. Don’t move.”
Gina must have done a full sprint to my room. I had barely hung up the hotel phone when she was pounding on my door. I opened it and she was in her silk camisole with matching silk shorts.
“Ok,” she said, pulling me behind her to the sofa where she sat down, pulling me down next to her.
“I think there is some clarification in order here, Ty.”
“Okay,” I said. “What do you want clarified?”
“Are you shitting me?” she practically hollered. “You freaking drop two bombshells on me this morning and you don’t think I’m not a bit confused?”
“Number one – you just for the first time ever fucked Trey?” she asked. I nodded, adding,
“I prefer to view it as making love, though,”
“Whatever,” she waved me off. ‘Secondly, you are telling me that this is the first time you’ve made love, had sex, fucked whatever you choose to call it with anyone?”
“Yes, Gina. Please don’t make it sound crude, though.”
“Well I am pissed!” she declared.
I was confused. Why was she pissed?
“You never mentioned to me that you were still a freaking virgin.”
“Well, you never asked,” I responded.
“I should continue being pissed at you because friends are supposed to tell friends stuff, but what the hell, I’m dying to know. How was it?”
We both shrieked and laughed in unison.
“Oh my God,” I said, pulling my knees up and wrapping my arms around them.
“It was so intense, Gina. I never thought it would be like that. I mean I had several orgasms and I’m pretty sure I’ve had two of the four that I read about in Cosmo.”
“Really?” she asked, her eyes getting wide. “Tell me this girlfriend,” she lowered her voice as if there was someone else in the room. “How is he hung?”
“I don’t have a point of reference to go by, but I would say he’s huge.”
“Huge, huh? Well how would you know if it’s huge if he’s the first one, you know?”
“Well that’s it, I don’t know. It just seemed that way to me.”
“Okay,” she said, looking around the room.
She got up, went into the bathroom and returned with a can of my hair spray.
“Using this as a point of reference,” she said, handing me the can, “Show me how Trey’s pecker compares in length to this hair spray can.”
I thought for a moment, recalling how far my hand had glided from root to tip when I was massaging it. I closed my eyes, and encircled the can with my right hand, stopping at the spot where I estimated the end of his penis to be.
“Right to here,” I said, holding the can up to show her his length. Her eyes widened.
“Shut up!” she said, “You are lying girl!”
“Okay, okay,” she continued. “Let’s look at girth.”
At what? She turned the can on its side so that the circumference of the bottom was visible.
“Here,” she instructed, “I want you to take your thumb and your index finger and bring them as close to the tip of each one, forming a circle against the bottom of this
can to show me approximately how thick his pecker is.”
I did as instructed, showing here that it was way too thick for my thumb and index finger to touch.
“Oh my God,” she cried, “How in the hell are you walking today?”
We both dissolved into laughter.
“Seriously though,” Gina said. “I had no idea that you and Trey had never been sexual. You two have this freakin’ chemistry like I’ve never seen before. What the hell took you so long?”
“Trust me, I was ready,” I replied.
“I think Trey may have some baggage of his own. I’m not really sure what all that is about, but I plan to find out. Then of course, there’s my baggage; finding out all that stuff about my mom. Dreams I had that I was never sure as to whether they were real or fantasy about my past.”
“You never shared any of that with me, Tylar? Why?”
“Gina, trust doesn’t come easy to me. That’s probably because of my mom and growing up with her. Even now it’s hard for me to tell you that much. I don’t know. It’s like I was in denial for awhile, then clearly ashamed when I did start to come to terms with it. Trey knows these things about me, not because I shared with him, at least not at first, but he was around during a lot of my ‘revelations. Do you remember that note you picked up on the floor of my cottage?”
“Yeah,” she said, “The one that called you ‘Sissy?”
I nodded affirmatively.
“I never shared what that meant with you because again of my denial mechanisms…it’s called repressed memories. But I knew what it was.”
Gina was staring at me, waiting for more.
“Gina, my mom as it turns out was a prostitute. I simply thought she was a whore, which I guess is just as bad, perhaps worse, but the man who left that note was someone that had been associated with her in her past."
"He was a man that actually sexually molested during one of my mom’s ‘date’ nights. I was thirteen at the time. He only did it digitally, and orally,” I clarified, not wanting her to think the worst. "But the thing is I have no clue who or where he is and how he has managed to gain access to me. Trey and I went to Louisville to find some answers. We found some, but not everything.”
Gina’s eyes teared up as she leaned over and hugged me.
“Girlfriend, I am so sorry,” she cried. “And here I am, always being so fucking outspoken and judgmental where you are concerned. What a bitch you have for a friend,” she wailed.
“I wouldn’t have you any other way, Gina.” We continued hugging.
“So,” she said, wiping her eyes and sniffling a bit. “What’s on your agenda with Trey now that you’ve... uh.. broken the seal so to speak?”
“I don’t really know."
I didn’t want to get into the part where Trey and I had made the pre-coital pact. I knew that would send Gina into a tailspin. I needed her to be okay with Trey. It was important to me. So I gave her the most truthful answer that I could.
“He wants us to be exclusive,” I said.
“Well, I should fuckin’ hope so. You gave the man your cherry, Tylar. He must know how significant that is.”
“He does,” I defended Trey, “It’s just that you know I do actually work for the man so we aren’t going to make anything, you know public?”
“No worries,” Gina assured me.
“I won’t say a word to anyone, except Ian. We don’t have secrets from each other, but Ian wouldn’t say anything. Besides, it’s not like we live in Bristol, right?”
“Right,” I answered. “But like don’t say anything to your Aunt Becky, either?”
“I won’t, but you know she wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“I know that,” I replied. “I just feel funny about sleeping with my boss, you know, and having her maybe think less of me?”
“She would never think that. If I know my Aunt Becky, she probably thinks you’re too good for him!”
Gina and I chatted while I finished up my packing. I was wearing a really cute pair of capri pants with a cotton cami top that had a built in push up bra. I had blown dry my hair and was wearing it down. I put my toe ring back on that Gina had given me as one of my birthday gifts, and brown sandals. Everything was packed up and ready.
“Trey is taking me to the airport,” I told her. “I really want to thank you Gina for giving me the best damned birthday that I could have ever imagined.”
We hugged again.
“This ain’t good-bye girlfriend you know. I’ll be back in Bristol when the next bumper crop of fermented wine is in you know?"
"I hope so!”
I called down for a bellhop seeing that it was just a few minutes before noon. He was up to the room shortly with the luggage cart, lifting my suitcases on. Gina wanted to walk me down to the lobby. I discouraged her on account of short pajamas. Besides, I was afraid that I would cry.
“Call me this week,” she instructed.
“I will,” I promised. “Tell Ian I said bye, and thanks for everything!”
“I’ll do it,” she said, giving me one last hug as she disappeared down the hallway to their suite.
I had nothing to settle up with the desk except for the room service breakfast Trey and I had enjoyed this morning. I was getting in to my purse pulling my billfold out when Trey came up behind me, placing his hand on the small of my back.
“I’ve got this, angel,” he said, smiling down at me. He paid the bill and took my hand, leading me to the front entrance. The bellboy that had the cart with my luggage on it followed us out the front entrance of the hotel. Trey steered me over to the outer lane of the drive-up circle to the hotel. There was a brand new, cherry red Mercedes-Benz SLK 350 Roadster parked there.
What the hell? Did he buy yet another expensive car? Trey popped the trunk with his remote, the bellboy stowed my luggage inside. Trey handed him a tip, then walked me around to the passenger side, opening the door for me. I got in noticing the new car smell. Trey got in instructing me (as always) to fasten my seat belt as he fastened his.