by Lucy Lixx
It goes nowhere though, and he makes adjustment after adjustment in his pants. The wine is dancing through his veins now, and he knows that he should just leave before he ends up doing something that he might not like himself for in the morning. He knows that he has a huge cock, and he knows that if he feeds it to Sophie without her being fully ready for it, he will feel bad. Jamal senses that she will let him take her, for his benefit more than hers, so he tries again to hide his erection so that he can leave.
“I think I should go…” he says at last, his dick at half-mast now.
Sophie really doesn’t want him to but she knows that it is the best thing.
She does think though that if he leaves now without having had an orgasm, that the chances of him coming back again will be zero to none. But even with all the wine in her she is not ready for him, not like that. So she smiles at him and comes up to him near the window.
“Will you come again?” she asks, as she runs a finger across his lips.
“Sure, yeah, if you want me too…” Jamal says, moving her hand off his mouth because he is getting hard again.
“I want you too…” she says, and watches him walk to the door. She walks him out of the apartment and down to the front door of the building. He wants to kiss her again, but then he remembers his cock. Kissing Sophie right now won’t be a good idea.
Jamal walks out of the building, his manhood throbbing now, and he makes his way down the road to the bus stop. He wonders if he will see her in the morning at their usual 4AM spot…
Chapter Three
Jamal gets home about an hour later and goes straight to his room. He shares a three bedroom apartment with two other guys, and even though they are there, he doesn’t greet them. Both his housemates are in their rooms too, expectedly, because it is quite late. He takes off his top after kicking off his sneakers and taking off his jeans. He jumps on his bed and pulls his boxers down passed his cock and reveals a semi-hard-on.
Thoughts fill his head of Sophie now, her firm thighs, her great ass. He wishes that he managed to get his hands on that ass but she was obviously not up to it. Jamal wonders why, but there is no time for him to think about this now, because he has his hand on his shaft, moving it up and down slowly, resurrecting his erection. Looking at his cock now, he almost smiles at himself. He knows that he is huge, and he just accepts that she must have got a little bit nervous.
He’ll get her next time!
He reaches for a tub of Vaseline on his side table, and opens it. After taking
out a huge amount, he starts to coat his cock with the lubricating cream. Jamal works the jelly up over his massive dome, and all the way down his shaft, all the way onto his massive orbs. He pulls on his nuts, rubbing more
of the jelly into his huge sack. He really has an impressive set of equipment, but he knows that this has been more than a little bit of a problem in the past.
It doesn’t help too that Jamal has a particular taste. He likes petit small women. He is the type of man with a real goliath complex, liking to tower over his women, and fill her so completely with himself that she really has to want to give herself to him. He likes the surrender of these tiny women, but they are really few and far between. So tonight was very frustrating for him. Jamal had thought that Sophie was attracted to him because of his size. Surely she must have known that his cock was huge, judging just from how tall he was.
Again he gets his mind off the details of her rejection of him, moving his fingers up and down his shaft now. He really needs to cum, and he is sure that it won’t be as satisfying as it would have been if he were inside her. But his hands are the nearest thing now, and the most reliable. He uses both hands on his shaft now, almost like he were milking a cow. Jamal pulls his fingers all the way up over his head, one and then the other.
Then he takes a hold of his cock with one hand, and with a firm grip, starts to move his hand all the way up and then all the way down his massive, curved tool. He turns his hand at an unnatural angle, just to fool himself into thinking that it was not his hand. Then he closes his eyes and starts to go at himself with real urgency. He moves his fingers rapidly over his head for a while and then returns to giving his whole shaft attention. He doesn’t seem to be getting any closer to cumming though.
Jamal uses his other hand to pull on his balls. He squeezes harder on his cock, and it starts to pulsate now. He wishes he was in the bathroom, because he knows that he is going to make quite a mess. He really has an excessive load, but it is too late for him to move. He is so close to cumming that there is not a chance in hell that he is going to move now. With his hand firmly on his cock and his fingers kneading his balls, he opens his eyes to see where exactly he is going to erupt, knowing that it is going to be a spectacular explosion from his hard, throbbing missile.
When he starts to spray his load it lands on his chest first, and then a little bit of it falls on the bed. Then it starts to spray out of his tip in a steady stream and some of it lands on his chin. Jamal moves his face out of the way, but it is too late. His hands don’t stop working on his tool though, because he needs to milk every last drop from his cock now, before he can relax.
After he has watched the last bit of semen trickle from his dome, he pulls on his cock a little more, and then relaxes onto his bed, and stays there motionless for a while. The remnants of his self-manipulation comes over him in waves, and he momentarily quivers with sensual spasms, now laying satisfied on the bed. One thing is certain, he really knows his way around himself, and he does a great job of releasing any pent-up sexual tension when he needs to. As he wipes his semen from himself, he gets up and goes to the kitchen. While he would have loved to quench his thirst with the sweet nectar he imagines would have dripped between Sophie’s thighs, he has to settle for a beer.
As he sips his beer his thoughts go to Sophie again. What was he thinking? She must be 20 years old, and she is a student at MIT. He is just the grounds maintenance man. But she seems to see passed that, and he likes that she does. Jamal really wants to see her naked, to be with her naked, and he starts to wonder how he can make this happen. Alcohol is obviously not enough for her to let herself go, and he wonders as he lights a blunt if she smokes weed.
Somehow he doesn’t think so…
Sophie too is frustrated in her apartment. She has opened a third bottle of wine, and as she drinks her second glass from the bottle she knows that she will not go for her early morning run. She is feeling a little embarrassed for making Jamal come all this way and not leaving with the happy ending he expected. She is really not even sure what she wanted, or what she wants. She is clear that she wants to see him naked, and to explore his body. But she has not really explored a man’s body before, and Jamal is every bit the epitome of biting off more than you can chew.
She takes the glass with her to the bathroom and runs a bath. She slips into the bath and lays back, putting her leg over the side of the tub and sipping from her glass. Sophie takes her finger and places it on her clit directly. She needs to attend to herself now, and even though she would really have liked it to be Jamal who was paying her this attention now, she knows that she was certainly not ready to go all the way with him.
Sophie has been with two guys before. She has been naked with one. Eddie, the guy she was naked with, got his pants off and kissed her, petting her lightly. Then she was suddenly uncomfortable and she just got up and put her clothes on, and left. She wasn’t scared of him as much as she was scared of herself. Eddie had a bit of a reputation and she just felt that her inexperience would show immediately. This is the same thing that stopped her from getting past second base with Jamal. He had 20 years’ experience on her, and she knew it.
There is no time for her to play with her clit, not with the way she is feeling now. She goes into herself immediately with her finger, and gets it so deep inside herself that she stops and has to put the glass down. It slips and the little bit of wine left in it flows onto the white ti
le, but the glass doesn’t break this time. She doesn’t have time to worry about this though, and she continues to press into herself, against the firmness of her clit, drawing more and more cream from deep inside herself. Sophie closes her eyes and imagines Jamal naked now, and even though she might have it wrong, she gets an image in her head and sticks to it.
She fingers herself hard with just a single finger, then coaxes up to two. Now, with just these two fingers, moving in and out of herself, she lets her mind think of Jamal, of his massive chocolate dome, realizing all the more that she really wanted him inside her. She tilts her hips now, going deeper into herself still, back and forth, rhythmically. Her head is filled now with images of the thickness that promised to filler her, to bring down her tight walls. As her body crashes like waves of orgasmic bliss, she pants softly, and then lets out a sensuous wail that she is sure can be heard down the hall. She doesn’t care.
After her incredible orgasm, Sophie lets herself just linger in the tub, and even though she doesn’t yet know what it is like to be brought to an orgasm by a man, her very active imagination creates the details, like paint on canvas. And while her fingers really do the trick for her for now, she knows that it is time for her to experience the real thing. She starts to make plans in her head for their next encounter.
Sophie already knows that he will have to come to her again next time. It's just more comfortable that way. She also thinks that it's best to tell him that she is a virgin. And if she had his number, then she would have texted him right now, to dropped this bombshell, and get it out of the way, so she could stop obsessing over what his reaction would be.
"Why don't I have his number?", she wonders?
Had she really meant for this experience to be just a once off? She isn’t sure, but as she gets out of the bath, she makes up her mind that she will definitely see him again, soon. She will not make it to her jog come 4AM, so in about two days she will drop this bit of information to Jamal and give him the whole day to think about it. And then, if he shows up that night, then he will know what he is dealing with, and he will be a little more prepared.
Exactly two days later Sophie is on the track again, just before 4. She looks around for Jamal, but she doesn’t see him. She stretches a little bit, and throws her eyes around the track again. Still there is no sign of Jamal. Sophie really starts to wonder if he is going to be a no show, and she really starts to feel a tug in her belly, letting her know that she will be very disappointed if she doesn’t see him. Suddenly, Jamal walks out of the maintenance building, armed with a broom, and she exhales hard, relieved.
“Good morning,” he says to her as she runs up to him.
“Morning,” Sophie says, not sure if she should apologize for the other night.
“I’m sorry for the other night… I was a little drunk…” he says first though, and she suddenly feels worse than she had that night.
“I’ve got to tell you something…” she starts, walking up next to him now and following him towards the center of the field. She isn’t sure what he is going to do there, since it is grassed and he is carrying a broom. She forgets about this now though, and tries to string together the sentence that could send Jamal running for the hills.
“What’s up?” he says, still not looking at her. He seems to deliberately be avoiding eye contact with her and she wonders why. Surely this isn’t where they are now? Surely they are not suddenly uncomfortable with each other?
“I’m a virgin,” she says, not knowing how else to say it. He looks at her now,
and it is as if a penny drops and everything suddenly makes sense. He smiles, a relieved smile, an I’m-so-glad-it-wasn’t-me-because-I-really-thought-it-was smile. He pulls her close to him and plants his lips on hers, kissing her long. And then he lets her go and looks at her closely.
“That’s a relief,” he says. She doesn’t quite understand what he means but has to let this go too because he is kissing her again.
“Will you come tonight?” she asks him when they are separated.
“Careful what you wish for…” he says, and then laughs at a joke that only he gets…
Chapter Four
Sophie realizes that she still doesn’t have Jamal’s number by seven o’clock that evening, and she also realizes that she didn’t say what time he should come around. She is ready for him to arrive, and she wants him to get here soon before she loses her nerve. But she knows that she won’t though. Tonight is the night that she will become a woman, and she will become a woman at the hands of Jamal.
Around 8:30, with Sophie having drank half a bottle of wine, there is a soft knock on the door. She knows that it is Jamal, and so she adjusts her short dress and goes to the door. Opening it, she sees Jonah standing outside his apartment again, looking knowingly at Jamal. He seems to know who he is now, and he just shakes his head. Sophie really doesn’t care, because as far as Jonah is concerned, Jamal is the one getting to enjoy what he will only ever hope to. Jonah really isn’t her type anyway.
“We didn’t say what time?” Sophie says as she lets him in to the apartment.
“No we didn’t,” he says, holding a brown paper bag. She wants to ask him what’s in the bag but doesn’t. Instead she pours him a glass of wine. Then she remembers that she had actually got beer that afternoon, purchased for her by the assistant at the liquor store because apparently he thought that this was his way of getting into her pants, and offers him a beer instead. Jamal gladly accepts it, apparently relieved that there is this familiar liquid now.
He puts the bag on the table, and looks at it. He seems to be as interested as she is in the contents of the bag, but still Sophie doesn’t ask him what is inside it. After drinking half of his beer, he pulls the brown bag to him, and then opens it. Sophie tries to sneak a peek inside it but it is not possible from the angle that she is sitting at. Then he pulls out a large tubular bottle from the bag, a red round bottle. Now she looks closely to see just what this is.
“It’s lubrication,” he says, and she is suddenly taken aback. She knows why she told him that she was a virgin this morning, but now that he has come armed with lubrication she feels like she perhaps made it too easy for him. Sophie knows that she didn’t though, and she really doesn’t even care if she has. She really wants him to take her, and now that he is aware of her status, she knows that he will handle with care.
“Okay,” she says, finishing the contents of her glass. And then she watches him finish his beer before handing him another one, taking the lubrication from him. She turns the bottle over in her hands, and when he finishes his beer he gets up, lifting her off the couch, and carries her to the bedroom. It really is now or never.
Jamal takes off his own clothes, watching as Sophie takes off her dress. In her panties and bra, she gets on the bed. He is standing there in his boxers, not sure if he should take them off. He decides to give it a minute, and gets on the bed next to her. He lies next to Sophie and runs his fingers up the full length of her body. She closes her eyes, and feels his fingers moving all over her now, and then she feels his hands on her bra. When he gets it off too quickly she is suddenly tense.
“Relax, I got you…” he says, and then starts to pull her panties down. Sophie knows that she has a great body, and so she lets him. She also shaved that morning too, so she is as smooth as a baby’s bum down there. She wanted nothing to get in the way of what she hopes will be easier than the thoughts that she is having. She is really driving herself crazy with thoughts of what it will feel like, and she just wishes that he will get on with it so that she knows.
Naked now, she looks at his shorts. He smiles, and doesn’t take them off, seeing her inquisitive eyes falling over his bulge. He will tease her with the anticipation. Jamal puts her down on her back, and then tells her to close her eyes. She does, and he traces small circles on her belly with his long, thick finger. Then he reaches her clit, and he taps on it lightly. Before long he is rubbing deep circles into her growin
g flower, and soon enough it fully blooms with coated nectar. He goes down on her with his mouth, wrapping her lips in his now, and then he finds the space between her sweet folds that is suddenly so inviting that he cannot hold himself back from sticking a single finger inside it.
He is patient though, going in very slowly, and filling her with his long, thick finger. He starts to move this finger around in circles, small circles at first and then slightly larger circles. Nothing is intrusive though, and he stops pushing his finger into her just as soon as it reaches the soft firm sheath that stands between her and womanhood. Sophie knows that he could go deeper. She wants him to go deeper. But she also feels a little bit uncomfortable as he nudges just a few millimeters into her now, so that she knows that this is the part inside her that needs to be broken down.
Then Jamal removes his finger, as slowly, as deliciously, and as soon as it is out of her she wants it back in. She opens her eyes, catching his eyes on her face, and then on her breasts. He goes down on her chest with his mouth and starts to suck slowly. He sucks so deliberately that she really starts to think that honey is coming out of her nipples. One thing is certain, Jamal is a very competent lover.