Maybe Baby Lite

by ANDREA SMITH

  “Trey, can you please help me out of this dress?” I asked.

  He rose up off of the bed, taking my hand. “Come on,” he said, “let’s take this into the bathroom.”

  Oh my!

  The bathroom was huge, with a double shower. The hotel supplied “his” and “hers” terrycloth bathrobes. Trey started the water and I watched as he removed his clothes, hanging them on a hook to stay dry. He stood before me in his boxers. He turned to me and I presented my back to him so that he could unzip my dress. Once unzipped, he slid his hands inside and lowered my dress so that it slipped to the floor.

  I hadn’t worn a bra because the dress had one built in. I wore simply my silk thong, which seemed to surprise and delight Trey. He stood behind me, close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He cupped my breasts with his beautiful, long-fingered hands, and gently massaged them.

  Oh that felt good.

  He hooked his finger in the elastic band of my thong and pulled it down, exposing my butt to his gaze. I stepped out of it and turned to face him. His erection was full and strained against his boxer shorts. I boldly hooked my fingers on the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down over his erection past his thighs where they dropped to his feet. He stepped out of them.

  His huge erection shocked me, but I didn’t want to appear scared or reluctant because I knew that Trey was sensitive to my complicated sexual past. I was going to have him tonight and whatever monsters or memories still lurked in my subconscious would just have to sit back and watch.

  I stood on my toes and kissed Trey, moving my body against his. He took my hand and wordlessly led me to the shower. Trey lathered up one of the washcloths handing it to me. He wanted me to wash him. I ran the cloth over his muscular body, taking delight in rubbing his firm stomach, narrow hips, and tight buttocks. I gently washed his testicles, knowing that this was a very tender area on men. I took his erection in both hands, gently lathering it up with my hands, stroking it up and down until I heard Trey’s sharp intake of breath. I quickly looked up to make sure that I hadn’t hurt him, but I saw pure pleasure on his face.

  It was now his turn. He lathered up the other washcloth and started with my breasts. He soaped up each breast, and then moved the showerhead to rinse it, taking his mouth and licking my nipples. He moved the washcloth lower, careful not to pull on my bellybutton ring, which I think he was beginning to find sexy. He washed between my legs, letting his fingers massage the folds of my sex and touching my clitoris softly and sensually. He was making me feel amazing and no dark memories of my mom’s boyfriend haunted me. We rinsed the soap from each other with the hand-held showerheads. The bathroom was fairly steamed up by this time; so were we.

  Stepping out, we toweled each other off and put on our bathrobes, then moved to the bedroom. I scrambled onto the bed, pulling the covers back, shedding my robe and diving underneath the crisp sheets. Trey slipped in next to me and pulled me to him. We faced each other and Trey met my gaze.

  “Tylar,” he said, quietly but firmly, “I want to make love to you more than anything that I’ve ever wanted. You understand that, right?”

  I nodded, hoping I wasn’t about to get a lecture on safe sex. But what he said next was a surprise.

  “Before this goes any further, there are some things that you need to know. I’ve been reluctant to be sexual with you out of my concern for you. But you were wrong when you accused me of thinking that you were damaged goods; you're so mistaken about that. I don’t want to cause you any more pain, Tylar, physically or psychologically. I know you're a virgin, and if you want to stop, just say so, okay? All I want is to give you pleasure.”

  I nodded. I felt like I was getting a long-winded set of instructions before a mid-term. But, I knew that it was important to Trey that I understood him, and I respected that about him.

  He continued, “There has to be trust between us, so please tell me if anything we do brings up bad memories. Promise?”

  “I promise, Trey.”

  “Finally,” he said, “and this part's a deal breaker. Once we do this, you're mine, do you understand?”

  Actually, no, I did not understand. I looked at him incredulously.

  “What I mean is that I don’t want you to be with other guys. But I also can't make any permanent commitment to you, not right now.”

  This was really killing the mood, and I decided some clarification was in order.

  “Just to be clear,” I responded, conjuring my version of lawyer language, “may I summarize my understanding of what you just said in your last point?”

  He nodded, “You may...”

  “Okay, once we sleep together, you don’t want me being with other guys, right?”

  “That’s correct,” he answered.

  I continued, “And conversely, you aren’t going to be with other girls, right?”

  “Correct,” he answered.

  “And at this time, neither of us expects a mutual long-term commitment, is that also accurate to say?”

  “It is,” he responded.

  “I’m fine with that, with just one minor addition.”

  “And what would that be, Tylar?”

  “I want an out clause,” I stated firmly.

  He seemed a bit taken aback. “I’m not sure I follow you.”

  I think I was possibly blowing his mind with this one, but I felt it was a legitimate concern. “Trey, if you should meet someone you have the urge to be sexual with, I want you to immediately advise me that you're opting out of our arrangement. I'll show you the same courtesy, agreed?”

  I could tell he didn’t like my idea, but too bad. He'd already sucked the romance out of the moment; I might as well make sure my interest was protected too.

  “Fine,” he said a bit irritated.

  “Good.” I moved over to him, pressing my body to his.

  Hmm, his erection is definitely gone.

  He should’ve just gone with the flow and worked the details out later. I propped myself up on my elbow, resting my head on my hand. I felt the need to prove to Trey I wasn't some scared, fragile virgin. His little spiel just now, although meant to reassure me, had pissed me off. Trey had made it clear that I’m not the only damaged one. In time I'd figure out whom or what had left him so vulnerable. For now, I'd make good use of what I'd learned consciously or subconsciously from my whore of a mother.

  CHAPTER 23

  Trey lay reclined on his back, with his right arm crooked behind his head. He'd been quiet in the moments after we'd made our arrangement. He was a complicated man, I understood that, and I felt good about making clear what I wanted in the agreement.

  The lights in the room were dim and the soft classical music continued to play. I'd been lying on my stomach next to him and I slowly sat up, letting the covers slip off of me. I straddled him and smiled as his eyes admired my breasts. I leaned forward, placing both of my outstretched arms on either side of him. He stared at me with an expression that bordered lust and anger. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to spark his anger, but I took full credit for his lust.

  I lowered my face and kissed him, his eyelids, the tip of his gorgeous nose, and his chin. He put his free hand on the back of my head, pulling me to his lips. My breasts brushed against his chest, my nipples taut and erect. Our tongues met insistently, dancing and exploring each other with a feverish pitch. His erection sprang to life again, and it was impressive. With both of his hands now on my hips, he lifted me in a rocking motion that caused my sex to grind against his abdomen. I felt wet and tingly down there, as my hips started undulating on their own against his warm flesh.

  “Oh, God you're so sweet, Tylar,” he breathed between kisses. “You're my angel,” he whispered. He moved me up a bit higher, positioning me so that he had full access to my breasts with his mouth. His warm tongue traced around the nipple leisurely, gently teasing it while his eyes locked with mine. He then moved to the other, giving it the same attention with his lips and tongue. I caught my b
reath with the sensation.

  This beautiful man was making me feel pleasure I'd never thought possible. I moaned softly and he was pleased, continuing the same suckling on my other breast. His erection was rubbing against the outside of my sex, wanting to find a way in. I was so wet down there; I knew my body would respond to everything he did.

  He lifted me off of him and placed me on my back beside him. He rolled over and straddled me with his muscular thighs. He lifted my buttocks with his hands, pulling my hips up to his face. He kissed my stomach and hips, moving downward slowly, tracing the line from my bellybutton to my sex with his tongue. His fingers gently plied the folds of my sex, parting them slightly so that his tongue could trace each delicate fold as if it were a petal of an exotic flower.

  His hot tongue found my clitoris and ever so gently continued flicking it softly, rhythmically. He continued this in a fluid rhythm, while still fingering the outer folds of my pussy with a very gentle pressure, distributing it in different places as his tongue danced expertly around my clitoris.

  Something unfamiliar to me was building up in the core between my legs. It was numbing, then pleasurable, building up to an explosive need for release. I could hear my breathing getting faster and shallower, wetness was dripping from my sex, but Trey didn’t mind, he continued working it with his mouth and tongue as if he was sucking nectar from some magical flower.

  Trey could feel my body start to tremble with the desire for release, but I was afraid to because I wasn’t sure what would happen. Soft moans came from me, so primal and new to me.

  “That’s it, baby,” Trey said gently, “that’s how it’s supposed to feel, just let it go, Tylar, just come for me, okay?”

  He continued with his methodical and magical lovemaking with his mouth. Finally I could hold on no longer, I let myself come apart with pleasure. The final release shook my body until I thought I would shatter. I was moaning and crying with pleasure, my hands fisting in Trey’s thick hair. My hips were rotating in sync with his mouth and tongue.

  “You taste so good, Tylar,” he whispered, “that’s it, keep coming for me, you taste so good.” My body gave one final shudder and then it was if my legs had turned to jelly. Trey released me gently back to the bed, and then put his mouth on mine, letting me taste the salty sweetness of my sex. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tightly to me. He gazed at me, seeing my flushed face, my hair still damp. I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me.

  Sitting up, I playfully pushed him back onto the bed. I knelt beside him and held his long, thick cock, positioning it so that I could run my tongue down its full length. I cupped his balls gently and let my tongue circle the tip, then move down the shaft, swirling around the entire base. He had one arm crooked behind his head; the other held my hair aside so he could watch. I held his gaze and continued licking his shaft, and then sheathed my teeth as I took his length fully into my mouth, sucking it from tip to base. He grew even larger in my mouth.

  “Oh Tylar, that’s right, keep it up,” he moaned.

  I liked knowing that I was pleasing him. I continued my oral ministrations, changing rhythm and direction. I discovered that when I ran my tongue along the ridge near the head, Trey groaned with pleasure. I began gently kneading his balls with my fingers, and with my forefinger lightly tracing the seam from scrotum to rectum. I tried some gentle flicking of my tongue in that area, while working my hands gently at the base. He responded by gyrating his hips; I took him deeper in my mouth. Trey let out a primal groan. I'd store that for future reference. I let my breasts rub against his balls while I licked his shaft, and soon I felt him lift me up from him.

  “Tylar, you’re about ready to make me come and I need to be inside of you, okay?”

  I nodded. I was so ready for him. Trey leaned over and retrieved a foil condom packet from the bedside table.

  Hmmm, he came prepared.

  He opened it, removed the ring, and rolled the condom down the length of his shaft. I was a bit nervous about taking all of him inside me, but I was so hot for him.

  “Here baby, just lie back and let me know how I’m making you feel, okay?”

  I did as instructed and Trey told me to keep my legs bent at the knee. He positioned himself between my legs, and once again, put his mouth on my sex and let his tongue do its magic within my sex. The warm wetness came back and he continued to lick and tongue the area, he slipped a finger inside of me, and gently but methodically moved it in and out, then inserted a second finger. It felt good, and I wanted more. My hips rocked with the pleasure of his mouth and fingers.

  “That’s my angel,” he purred, “you're getting so nice and wet for me.” He added a third finger, a little tighter, but still as my lubrication increased with the pleasure, it seemed to relax and accept the additional stretch. He moved his head up to mine and kissed me as he rubbed his sheathed erection back and forth between my spread legs.

  Umm, this feels good. I want more.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips and he rose up, keeping his mouth connected to mine, removing his fingers and guided the head of his cock into me slightly. His hand stayed on it, circling the head around my clitoris. I was starting to sweat with desire. Finally he slid his erection in further, which was a bit less comfortable but he took his time, pulling out to stimulate my clitoris before sliding back into me. I moved my hands down to his buttocks, cupping his cheeks and pulling them in toward me.

  Trey went deeper and my hips and pelvis rotated to accept his length, tilting upward to meet his thrusts. My rotating hips and pelvis wanted all of him. My bare feet were now digging into his buttocks, signaling for him to bring it on home as I matched his thrusting movements.

  “You're so tight, Tylar. Are you okay baby?”

  “I’m fine, Trey, I want all of you,” I said.

  He obliged with one last thrust that sent a flash of white searing pain through me. I screamed out, immediately regretting it. I put one of my fists up to my mouth, biting it to distract me from the pain between my legs. I thought Trey would back out when I screamed, but he didn’t. It hurt like hell as he continued to thrust himself in and out of me several times. My thrusts weren’t matching his any longer; I just wanted to endure this. Tears streamed down my face. Trey seemed oblivious. He moaned in pleasure with each thrust.

  Gradually, the pain subsided, and I felt a feeling of fullness there; it wasn't at all unpleasant. I started moving against him again, and he was kissing my face, fisting my hair and moving gently in and out of me with no further constraints. I loved the feeling of having him inside of me and knowing that he was mine. I lightly scratched his back with my fingernails and kept my feet planted on his gyrating buttocks, my toe ring digging into his left cheek. He didn’t seem to mind. He raised himself up, moving his dick in and out slowly, again and again. He then lowered his weight back down onto me, and increased his rhythm significantly.

  “Tylar, I’m ready,” he said, “are you doing okay?”

  “I’m doing fine, Trey,” I said truthfully, the pain was gone.

  He pulled me to him as he moved in and out of me in deep, thrusting motions. I started to feel warmth down there spreading, my anticipation following it. Trey must have felt it too, because I could feel his intensity grow, building steeply until he met his release and emptied himself into me.

  We lay there panting, sweating, and sticky. He slowly pulled out of me after a couple of moments and I saw a look of pure terror on his face as he reached to remove the condom.

  “What?” I asked, scared. “Did it break?”

  “No, Tylar,” he said gently, “it’s covered in blood.” He held it up so I could catch a glimpse. I looked down between my legs and saw that my thighs were smeared with blood. I lifted my butt and the covers, and there was a large blood stain on the bottom sheet.

  “Oh God!” I said in alarm. “What if that seeped onto the mattress? The hotel is going to make me buy a new one.”

  “They won’t,” he laughed, p
ulling me over onto his lap. “And if they do, I'll buy it and take this one home.”

  I gaped at him. “Why would you take this mattress home?”

  “I don’t know, a memento, I suppose.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Let me guess. I’m the first virgin you’ve ever bagged?”

  He gave me a dirty look. “Could you please stop talking about yourself so crudely? I wasn’t referring to the mattress as a trophy,” he admonished. “To me, it represents a major step that you have chosen to take in your life, Tylar. And, well, I’m honored that you chose to take it with me,” he said in his soft, silky voice.

  I guessed that was about as romantic as it was going to get tonight with Trey. Somehow, I knew that in his mind he thought he'd just given me the ultimate compliment or endearment, but really? He was now looking at the palm of my right hand.

  “Your hand’s bleeding,” he said, confused, “what happened there?”

  “Oh,” I said, blushing, “that’s where I bit it, you know, during my ‘deflowering.’” I could be a cornball, too, I decided.

  “What!” he exclaimed. “Was there that much pain, Tylar? Why didn’t you say something?”

  “Gee, Trey, I don't know, maybe because I thought the scream said it all.”

  “Oh my God,” he said as gathered me up off the bed, carrying me into the bathroom. He set me down next to the tub and ran a warm bubble bath for me. He went to the bedroom and returned with a pair of clean panties and my nightgown. He put a clean towel next to the tub.

  “I’ll give you your privacy, Tylar,” he said gently, “you probably should soak for a while in the warm water.”

  I nodded. It amused me that he felt guilty about sex being painful for me the first time, even though he'd acted all technical and textbook about it at first. I relaxed for a long time in the soapy water and finally drained the tub when it had turned lukewarm. I toweled myself dry then brushed my teeth. I combed out my still-damp hair. I went out into the living area. Trey was in his boxers, sprawled across a chair, watching a sports channel. His hair definitely had that messy look and a stab of pride hit me knowing that I was the one responsible. He looked up as I walked in the room. Those gorgeous blue eyes perused me from top to bottom.