by Moa Vaughn
"That's great. I wish Steve could take some time off once in a while too." I returned his smile, keeping my gaze on his eyes.
I watched as he took dominant strides to his room, perusing through each movement and imagining the strength of his muscles on top me. I knew then that I had to make my move... this could not have been a coincidence. He was never home this early. He definitely knew Lucy was not home and that we would have the house to ourselves. My little tease worked after all. I had just about three hours, so I decided to have another shower just to be as fresh as possible. Walk, run, jump and… I was under the shower. I let the water splash over every corner of my body as I tried to calm my nerves.
I dressed provocatively in a pink dress that barely reached my knee and applied light make up. I felt like a slut, but I had no hint of guilt in my heart... only uncertainty. I got bolder as I applied final touches to my look and left the room. His room was right in my sight now, yet I was nervous. I took two steps further, and then came to a skeptical halt. I hit my forefinger on the base of my chin, tapping it ever so slightly as I stared blankly at the door in front of me. It was now or never... I knocked.
I had my first glimpse of him as the door shifted open. He had a smile on his face, and his hair was quite damp... indicating he just had a shower. He had a white Polo shirt on and green shorts. He looked very young and handsome despite his age, and I just could not help but return his smile... albeit more provocatively. I knew he wanted me. I walked in and closed the door behind me.
"What are you doing?" he said, trying hard to be in control.
"I think you know," I said in a tiny little voice... looking deep into his eyes.
All he did was nod his head.
CHAPTER 8
I stared at him…with all the fire in my eyes; I was scared that I might burn him. But the fire in his eyes was just enough to match mine. I stretched and placed my lips on his. He received me with joy and took my mouth in his. His lips tasted like vanilla. I felt his tongue parting my lips in search of my tongue, and when they finally met, the energy was so intense.
His hand parted through my hair and drew me closer to him. I let my hands run wild, and they suddenly developed a mind of their own and went to the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing his fine flesh.
He broke the kiss softly to allow me take the shirt off his body. Oh my, he smelled so nice. How I have longed to be in this close proximity to the fabric of his skin. I ran my hands up and down his chest slowly, grazing him sensually. He heaved in anticipation of what I would do next... and it didn't take long for him to find out as I lowered my lips to his chest and allowed my tongue do its wonders.
He groaned in response to pleasure and put his hand on my back. Slowly and together, we got up and made our way to the neatly made bed. I pushed him on the bed, and he allowed me take charge. It did feel good being in charge of my boss for once.
I lowered my hands to take off his shorts, and he was left with just his top brand underwear, which clearly outlined the form of the source of my lust. Oh God, how long I have waited for this.
Just as I tried to get out of my daze, he swung me in one swift thrust, and my back landed on the bed while he was on top of me. I chuckled at such manly strength, but he shut me up with a kiss on my mouth as he took off my dress. I was not wearing anything underneath, and the insides of my body were very happy to see him. They pointed straight at his face patiently awaiting his nice soft and caring tongue to caress them and transfer the warmth of his mouth to their thick dark flesh.
And just like he could hear the words of my body, he lowered himself and took my womanly molds into his mouth. His hand found its way to the other and gently squeezed it… squeezing me. I moaned silently and put my hands through his hair.
He gazed up at me and smiled before taking his head back down; but this time he goes lower and lower, inching down to the peak of my excitement. I moaned even before he arrived at his destination from anticipation. From the smile on his face, I could tell that he liked what he saw. Vibes of shiver ran through my legs, and he gripped my flesh to hold me still as he demitted his head to my pleasure point.
My lips formed an O immediately he got there. His tongue threw me out of balance, and I threw my head back and lifted my lower body to meet his face. I wanted to drown him in my feminine flood. I wanted to wash his beautiful face with my nectar till it stayed on him like a perfume for everyone to know that he was mine.... oh... mine.
The once neatly made bed was now a shadow of itself as my hands dragged on the sheets. And just when I thought that it couldn't get any better, he did something that sent my head into the skies, and the flurry was so intense and profound that I almost shut down from the tumult.
And just then I moaned loudly and felt my woman juices begin to flow vehemently. I couldn't see his face because my eyes were closed. I blushed as I opened my eyes and saw the man responsible for all this staring right at me.
He let me recover before he kissed me once again. I could feel a little strength beginning to restore into my system. His hand went down to his underwear, and he slid it down.
He held my face in the palms of his hands and stared into my eyes. I felt a shudder run through me as his head descended. He looked at me in a way that made me feel special as our lips meshed and he kissed me deeply. I returned his kiss with mine and allowed him explore every inch of my mouth. I felt like he was a part of me now... and all that remained was for his manly personality to find a permanent residence in my moist neighborhood.
He pushed me back toward the bed, and I soon felt my back on the soft foam one more time. I was unaware of any other thing going on around me. All I could think about was the Adonis that was pleasuring me and delivering unfathomable joy to me.
He stared me straight in the eye, and I had an idea of what was coming next. I moaned immediately I was made aware.
"Relax," he said.
But how could I relax? I shuddered as I felt him move slowly into me. All I could do was to hold him as we stayed in that missionary position. He lowered himself to me and planted yet another kiss into my open lips, licking every flavor and sucking all the goodness that my mouth had to offer. I freed my legs and allowed them fly effortlessly in the air as my toes pointed to the ceiling as if they were saying "There! Up there! Take us beyond the stars!"
And he did take me farther than the stars with each rhythmic stroke, and we climaxed together.
Something inside me told me that it wouldn't be the last time. It would just be one of our little sleazy secrets.
Chapter 9
After such amazing experience with Morris, I decided to have a shower. I smiled as I walked, swinging my ass as I moved, although I felt quite slutty. And then I started to have second thoughts about this whole thing. Would the second thoughts hold me back from future experiences? The water was cold, really cold, but it was good enough to redeliver and reinvigorate me. I closed my eyes as it ran down my body, basking in the coolness of its feel. When I reopened my eyes, my chest jerked in shock. Morris stood by the door of the shower; completely naked, staring at me with lustful eyes.
I knew at once that there was no holding back when I looked down and saw the hardness of his perfectly shaped dick. It was so hard; it looked like it would burst if it did not go into a pussy soon. Damn…
He walked to me under the shower and started to kiss me immediately. We had both been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that we had both experienced it, we could not get enough of each other. Morris pushed me against the wall, driving me crazy until I had run out of breath. I pulled away, moaning loudly when he pressed his lips against my neck, sucking and licking at the spot until my toes curled. I was so wet already, and he hadn't even touched me in the places where I wanted him so badly to touch me.
My nipples were erect already, rubbing against his naked chest and I felt the friction hot and deep between my legs. Morris’ hands were running all over my body, touching my breasts and pinchin
g my nipples until they turned into hard buds. His erection pressed against my belly, making me realize that he had discarded his boxers before stepping into the shower with me.
He suddenly pulled away from me. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom again.”
I stared up at him, still dazed from what had just happened. It took a moment before his words sank into my head. “Sure,” I said nodding.
We jumped straight out of the shower room and headed to the bedroom. I lingered by the doorway, unsure whether I really wanted to do this with him again. My eyes drifted to the clock. My husband could get home anytime soon. I couldn’t take my eyes off Morris’ erection though. While I lingered by the door, I saw him turn around. A look I couldn’t read was on Morris’ face as he waited patiently for me to come. Silence hung between us, and then I realized that I was stalling.
I stood motionless until Morris took matters into his own hands. He walked over to me and lifted me into his arms without saying anything. I yelped, clutching his shoulders as he dumped me on the bed. I landed with a massive thump, giggling from the way it felt.
“Now you don’t have to hesitate about whether to jump into bed or not,” he said as he landed beside me.
“I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to do this again," I told him honestly.
He lowered himself on the bed and made to kiss me, but I avoided him. I saw confusion in his face.
He turned to look at me. “It’s okay. No pressure. Take your time.” He said. What the hell? I thought. My pussy was so wet; it would probably drown me in its fluids if I didn’t do this right now.
I giggled at that and moved to kiss him. His hands were quickly all over me again, exploring every part of my body. I quickly straddled him, pinning him to the bed with my force and planting kisses on his chest and nipples. He moaned, and just then he looked me in the eye and said: "do you want to see something cool?"
I gave a nod, and the room immediately turned dark. Just then I felt the bed begin to lift from the floor. It was flying, and we were in the air. I was fascinated, but he did not give me any chance to take it all in as he quickly brought his lips to mine once more. The strength of his manhood was obvious under me as it struggled to slide inside me. I kissed him with all the passion in my feminine lips, lost in a world of my own as I felt his hands work wonders on my breasts. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to my hard nipples, sucking them with the inspiration of a young child. My eyes were still closed, and when I opened them, we were no longer in his bedroom. We hovered above the building in the dark, and I looked down at the city. It looked so small. I knew however that it was just a simulation. None of this was real. We were still in the room. This was the simulation that Steve told me Morris and Lucy had put in their room when we talked on phone one time.
In my excitement, I yelped when he quickly threw me on the bed with one quick turn. He was now on top of me, and his hungry manhood sprang free. I looked at it… oh, the lovely veins that surrounded it. I looked to the side, afraid that I might fall, but he shushed me with the first thrust into me. Oh… I moaned in affirmation of pure bliss. My pussy took every inch of him.
He pulled back and pounded into me one more time. I chuckled at the excitement of it all, and he smiled at me as he made the third thrust. It was a bit painful, but the pain slowly subsided, and only sweetness remained. And then it became more rapid. I had my mouth open as moans effortlessly escape my lips. He sure knew what he was doing as he seemed to be hitting the right spot every single time. My eyes started to close as I felt that unique sensation begin to rise inside me. I was on the brink now… and then… oh. I convulsed carelessly like a spoilt brat. The look on his face told me that he had not even started with me yet. But just then we heard the sound of Steve's car entering the garage. I quickly got off Morris and picked whatever piece of clothing I had on the floor before running into my own room and jumping into the shower.
As the water sprinkled over my head, my mind drifted to my husband. I thought about how I had met him and how I had fallen in love with him on the first day. And that is exactly the reason why screwing another man made me feel quite guilty even if my actions might be considered justified, well, logically. I remember it like it was yesterday.
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I had never been afraid of plunging into the deep and letting myself get drowned by the ocean of uncertainty, albeit my shyness. Even when I was haunted by stories I had heard, I always choose to be the judge of my own decisions.
I looked out from the car. I wanted to be experienced from experience, not just stories of experiences from the experienced. I ran my life the way I wanted, and now, all the restrictions that held me back were about to be broken... Ah! College at last! I had thought.
The wonderful wind of excitement blew on my face through the window and sent chills down my system. It was an uncanny feeling I had as thoughts of this new life engulfed my mind and boggled my reasoning. The drive was smooth as the waters of the silent ocean at night, and I could not stop myself from imagining all the beautiful experience that I would have.
Who wouldn't be glad? Well, I certainly was not one of those who wouldn't be. I felt liberated in my soul… a defining spirit of strength... freedom; realization.
"Donna, we are almost there, sweetheart," Father said as we took the final turning that led to the big gates of college. And then all of a sudden, there it was... College!
I took a sideward glance and found Father alternating glances between the college gate and me. Maybe he was wondering if I would be able to cope. I was quite tiny and to make matters worse; I had chosen to study architecture. I saw many young adults, some with their parents, doing one thing or the other in the surroundings. The air smelled like strawberry and cheesecake. It was indeed pleasant, and I hoped that life afterward would be just as glorious. I needed a fresh start, and this was just the perfect opportunity for that; a chance to forget about the scary past and look toward a calmer future.
Father helped me move some of my things until he was not permitted to go in any further. I waved him goodbye. It was just me now. I was on my own... what I always wanted. But it felt different from what I expected it to feel like. I had thought that the feeling would be exhilarating and awesome --The feeling of liberation. But it was not as great because I immediately began to miss home. I would have to make new friends, start a new life, learn new things, think differently and smile to new people. Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad, I told myself… just maybe.
I looked at Father as he left, thankful that he had made out time to bring me to school on my first day. I had already done the necessary registrations, of course.
I slowly pushed the main door open and saw the wide hallway right in front of me. Its length seemed never to end. There were clusters of people in groups and some solitary, resting their backs on the walls. Some made phone calls; the others discussed and chatted between and among them. As I walked through the hallway, I was greeted by the stares and searching eyes of the world. Eyeball after eyeball perused through my being, assessing my features, dressing, facial makeup, and frame. I could feel my cheeks start to redden; maybe even matching the color of my lipstick. There was a stairway right in front of me. I followed it up and saw a chart that gave directions to the departments. I found mine quickly and immediately waltzed off, facing the ground. I felt as though if I looked up, the menacing eyes of the crowd would swallow me up.
My own shyness had me discombobulated. It was hard to fathom why the stares of people would make me go frizzy. I was a shy person, quite alright, but it had never felt this intense. I felt scattered in my head, unsure of how to move my legs or swing my arms correctly. Luckily, I had a small bag hanging from my shoulder, which supplemented my backpack. I just wanted to get to my department's hallway and find a locker for myself first. All I had to do was get the hell out of all these people glares. I hated being new.
Father always told me that freshman year was the hardest. The proof was right here. I had a lot of gettin
g used to; to do. Ah! Finally! The final corner to my department!
I speedily took a sharp turn into the corner, finally escaping the line of sight of everyone. Just as I took the second step, I bumped into someone, literally. Oh my God! His books and pen came crashing down on the floor.
Each item appeared to move in slow motion and my hands also. I knelt on the hard ground, trying to catch the pen before it bounced away, but I was too slow, and it did bounce away and was about to hit the ground again when I saw his hand. He caught the pen. Great! I looked up at his face, and he paid no mind to me as his hands went in a quest to go gather his books. I helped with one and gave it to him with so many apologetic words that I never imagined I knew.
"I'm so sorry! I never meant to bump into you like that. I just saw you there. I was walking too fast. You must be so mad at me right now. I am so sorry. Please forgive me." I managed to say all at once.
"No no... It's my fault really. I wasn't looking at where I was going. I should be the one apologizing." He said, finally looking up at me after assisting me with my bag. I had dropped it too.
Just as I caught sight of his face, I lost track of how many times I repeated the sorry word. It was as if my brain was trying to automatically reconfigure its vocabulary into a single word system. His face was very handsome… he had a square and symmetric face like mine… only that he was masculine. I had a blush on my cheeks obviously as I watched his magical lips move up and down while he talked in the softest and most gentle voice I had ever heard.
I was lust struck in an instant, and all I could do was smile and say sorry.
"You must be new here," he said, bringing me out from my stream of thoughts. He was already done with his apologies and had his books safely tucked between his arm and his body. Oh yes, his body! And oh, he had the brightest smile that glistened like snow in white Christmas.