by Claire Adams
“You are beautiful.”
I smiled, though all I could think about was what she looked like naked. I unclasped her bra, and I pushed her back until she leaned against the pillows that covered her bed. My mouth found her nipple and I sucked, nipped, and licked it. The sensation she was getting was making her panties wet. She moaned softly as I replaced my mouth with my fingers and pulled on her nipple, causing a slight pain. She liked it, and I could tell it made her horny. I continued playing with her nipples, causing her to moan as pleasure built up in her body. Her hand reached down and massaged the front of my pants. My hard cock was pushing against my pants. I smiled at her. “Do you want it? Do you want it in your mouth?”
She nodded, still speechless by the things that came out of my mouth. She undid my button and pulled the zipper down on my pants. She brought my pants down to my knees and slid my underwear down with them. My hard cock bounced before her now, freed from my underwear. I lay on the bed and she came above me, taking my cock into her mouth and sucking on it. I closed my eyes and she sucked hard while she massaged my balls. Her tongue began to swirl against my shaft, and then around my tip. I moaned with eagerness, and she sucked me even harder.
“Oh God, you're good at this.”
She took my cock deeper into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She moved up and down rhythmically on my cock, moving fluidly with me in her mouth.
She became more excited as she sucked, then she pulled my cock out of her mouth and I finished undressing myself. She followed suit and undid her jeans, slipping them off. She was only wearing a thong underneath, so it was easy to dispose of. I watched her undress, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her pussy.
“Mmm, you look good. Maybe good enough to eat.”
She was surprised by what I said, but she didn't hesitate, however, to lay back down on the bed and spread her legs. She had just gotten a Brazilian the other day so she was nice and fresh for me.
I bent forward and licked her pussy slowly, as if I were licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. It felt incredible as my tongue licked the sides of her opening, causing a tingle to run through her body. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it, causing her to moan loudly as her pussy dripped.
“Oh God ... oh God.”
I looked up and smiled. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Oh God, yes, it feels incredible.”
Her pussy was dripping, and I was licking it up, tasting every inch of her. I could feel her clenching up, and that meant the buildup was coming.
“Oh God, oh wow, I'm going to cum.”
I was sucking on her clit when I buried a finger inside her pussy and started pumping away. It was too much, too much all at once, and she cried out as she had an orgasm so delicious that she wanted even more.
“How was that?”
She just grinned with desire written all over her face.
“Now turn over.” She did so readily, not really understanding why.
“I want to bite your hot little ass.”
Confused she asked, “My what?”
“Your hot little ass. I'm going to bite you.”
She was rendered speechless, and she wasn't sure if she should object or not.
She was bent over in the doggy style position, with her ass in the air. I softly bit her cheeks and she groaned beneath me. She gasped at the sensation it brought, as she had never anticipated that it would feel that way.
And just when she thought it couldn't get any better, I buried a finger inside her pussy and finger-fucked her.
It was almost too much to bear; she couldn't get enough. She was moaning, wanting to beg for more, but feeling too shy. Her pussy was so wet she was driving me wild. I took my fingers out wet, with her juices all over them.
She closed her eyes, and my forcefulness turned her on so she would allow me to take what I wanted. I couldn't believe all that was happening. It was hard to believe I was in that situation, but I was loving every moment of it. She caused my body to throb immensely, until I wanted to be released from that feeling.
“Turn over, sweetheart.”
She did as she was told, her body weakened from pleasure. She was lying on her back, her legs spread before me.
“Touch yourself for me.”
Her eyes popped open. She shook her head. “I can't.”
“Yes, you can. I want to see you please yourself. It turns me on, and then I'm going to slide inside that wet pussy of yours, and fuck you really good.”
She looked nervous, but did exactly what I asked. She did what any sane woman would do, and she spread her legs, and slid her fingers through the wetness that was all over her pussy. She swirled it around before moving up to her clit, massaging it with her finger. She grinded into it, closing her eyes as she enjoyed her own touch. Her face was a bright crimson, but she didn't say a thing. In fact, when she opened her eyes, I was staring down at her, mesmerized by what she was doing. I looked at her with fire in my eyes, and the look on her face made me feel incredible. Like I was completely in control of her pleasure. She loved the feeling of controlling my lust, and she inserted two fingers inside her pussy and moaned as they went in deep. She finger-fucked herself in front of me, watching a slow smile form on my face.
“That is so hot.”
She moaned as she pleasured herself, taking her fingers out and swirling her juices around her clit. I was throbbing all over, and I desperately wanted to fuck at that point.
“Please?”
“Please what, darling? Do you want some help?”
“I want you.”
“Then you can have me.” I positioned myself in the missionary position and put her legs up onto my shoulders. I entered her slowly and she gasped with how deep I went.
“Oh yes, this is nice. God, your pussy feels so good.”
She leaned her head back, delirious with pleasure. I fit inside her perfectly and she got a wave of pleasure every time I moved inside her. I began pumping inside her a little faster, causing her to moan loudly. With the position we were using, I was in the perfect spot to hit her G-spot over and over again. Her body built up once again, and I knew that she was going to cum all over my cock.
“Cum for me, baby, I can see it on your face. Cum all over my cock.”
She exploded then, doing as I asked. She was spent, and yet I kept fucking her slowly. I pulled out and then rolled her over. She stuck her ass in the air, eager for more cock.
“You have such a nice ass; you should see this glorious view that I have.”
I slid inside her pussy, hard. She cried out as pleasure over took her body. Doggy style was meant for a little rougher action, and I was showing her just that. She moaned, enjoying every inch of my cock as I pounded her over and over again. I leaned down toward her, and bit her shoulder. She cried out, realizing that she had never experienced anything so sexy in her entire life. I pumped into her harder, waves of pleasure rolling off of her. Her moans were coming as an orgasm ripped through her. She was having multiple orgasms with me.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
I reached around and felt for her pussy. I rubbed against her moist clit, giving her some added pleasure while I moved my cock inside her.
Her whole body shuddered as she came. I continued pumping inside of her, breaking all reason inside her mind. She was glorious; all of it was so incredible. The best sex of my life was happening in the bed of Natalie's childhood home. As I felt her clench and build up for another orgasm, the shudders ripped through her body, causing her to scream out once again.
“I'm ready too. I'm going to fill you up with my cum.”
She moaned, loving how sexy I was with my dirty talk. I spilled inside of her and collapsed softly against her back. She could feel my breath on her back and I was just as spent as she was.
I rolled off of her and lay on the bed, feeling absolutely sated. She curled into me and I wrapped my arms around her. She felt amazing in my arms.
“So what
now, baby?”
“Now? Now we go down and spend the night playing board games with my parents.”
At that point, I would have done anything for Natalie, even play board games.
Chapter Nine
Natalie
I woke up feeling sore from the sex Jet and I had the night before. I liked the fact that things were getting a little kinkier between us. I wasn't going to go all 50 Shades or anything, but a little bit of spice never hurt anyone. I found Jet to easily be one of the sexiest men I had ever met. I think I would have allowed him to do just about anything to my body ... just about. I couldn't have been happier with our sex life, and I definitely had no complaints. I often wondered if there was anything he wanted that he never told me about. Although I pretty much allowed Jet free rein on my body, I found myself shy when it came to asking for specific things, or even to ask Jet if there were any fantasies he had that I could help to make come true. That's what a partnership was all about, wasn't it? Making sure you pleased each other in the best possible way. And I wanted to please Jet in any way I could. I felt it was my job as his girlfriend to do whatever I could to in order to make him happy. I also felt that he, too, should do the same for me. I loved him, after all. Yes, it was true, I had fallen madly and deeply in love with a boy who was probably all wrong for me, and yet I was completely okay with it.
I knew he wanted to make me happy, and I was sure he felt the same way about me as I did for him. Things had been going wonderfully between us, and the hiccups we had experienced before seemed to be gone now. I felt that there was nothing further to worry about.
I rolled over toward him in the bed, and kissed his shoulder. Her groaned and rolled over to face me. I kissed his sleepy lips and his eyes blinked open.
“Good morning, sleepyhead, we better get up and go. We have a long drive ahead of us.”
“Sounds good, baby. By the way, last night was incredible.”
“I think so, too, Jet, though I am a little sore.”
“A good sore, I hope.”
I smiled. “Yes it's a wonderful reminder of what happened last night.”
“Mmm, maybe we can try a little bit again on the way home. I promise I will be gentle.”
I giggled. “We'll see, now get up.”
We both got up out of bed and proceeded to get dressed and ready to go. We had packed our bags the night before, after we had finished playing games with my parents all night.
I finished brushing my hair and headed downstairs with Jet in tow. My mother was in the kitchen making breakfast. She knew we weren't planning on staying, so she had packed us up a breakfast basket of fruit and muffins for the road.
“Thanks, Mom, you didn't have to do that. We could have hit up a coffee shop on the way.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it was nothing. I also have a thermos full of coffee here for you.”
We hugged and said our goodbyes, and my parents welcomed Jet to come back anytime. He seemed genuine when he hugged each of them. We piled everything into the car and then settled in ourselves. We watched as my parents went back into the house, and I turned to Jet. “Hey, sweetheart, thank you so much for coming here with me.”
He smiled. “Anything for you, Natalie.”
I leaned over to him in the car and kissed him full on the mouth. When I pulled back I whispered, “I love you, Jet.”
At first, I wasn't sure if he had heard me, because there was a long pause after my declaration, and then he just kissed me back. I pulled back and leaned my head against the window, feeling confusion rush in. He seemed to be avoiding making eye contact with me, so I was quite certain he had heard me. So why didn't he say it back? Did he not think the moment was right, or did he not love me at all?
It was hard to believe that he wouldn't by now, but guys were different about these things, and maybe he just wasn't ready. I feared, however, that maybe he just didn't feel the same way about me, and that truly terrified me. What was even worse was that I worried that he wasn't even ready to hear I love you. What if he freaked or bolted because he wasn't in the same place as I was emotionally?
His lack of admission pretty much killed our whole trip home. Compared to the way we were when we travelled down, it was the complete opposite. We barely talked, we didn't laugh at all, and it got so awkward, in fact, that I finally just opened a book and read the entire thing on the ride home. At that point I knew for sure that he had heard what I said, because at no point during the trip did he ask me if anything was wrong. I asked him to forego the hotel this time around and just drive the full way home. It was very reminiscent of the drive home after Thanksgiving. It concerned me that we weren't able to communicate what was wrong. I was completely embarrassed by my admission, but I felt like I shouldn't be. I felt that it was the right time for me to have said I love you, and regardless of whether he felt the same way, he should have accepted my sentiment and not shut down for the entire trip home.
I had to fight off tears a few times on the trip, but when he finally pulled up in front of my apartment, I quickly kissed him on the cheek and exited the car. I grabbed my things from the trunk and ran into the building, without looking back even once.
Chapter Ten
Jet
Every year after the championship fights were over, the school hosted a parade for the community. It was a great way for the school to get out in the community and raise awareness for the MMA program, which was still fairly new in the area. The school had all the art students help with building and decorating floats, and when it was all said and done, everything looked pretty cool. All my teammates were there, getting ready to board floats and celebrate, and the mood in the air was very festive.
It was a cool winter day for the parade, but there was no snow on the ground that would affect the floats driving around. I was personally hoping that the parade didn't last very long, because I wasn't a fan of the cold, and the idea of being out in frigid temperatures didn't make me feel very happy.
I was the king of the show, of course, due to my win at the finals, so I sat in a special chair at the top of one of the floats as if I was homecoming queen. The whole thing seemed pretty absurd to me, but it was gonna be just the beginning of my fame. I had big plans for my future, and one day I wouldn't have to worry about being involved in community parades.
Natalie was also there, helping out due to her art class, and she wanted to be there to support me as well. Ever since she landed the I love you bomb on me, things had been a little tense between us. I felt terrible that whole ride home after Christmas, and I wished that I could turn back the clock and change that, because she must have felt terrible the whole ride home, and I did nothing about it. In fact, I probably hurt her a great deal, and did nothing about it. She had just caught me off guard, and hearing her say those words to me had not only stunned me, but scared me as well. This was all new to me, and I didn't want to rush into anything without being sure that I was doing the right thing, not only for myself, but her as well.
She didn't deserve the reaction she got from me, and I felt terrible about it. She had expected me to say the same thing back to her, and instead I had ignored her, and then proceeded to not talk to her for the next 10 hours. It was a stupid thing for me to have done, and I should be grateful she didn't dump me on the spot. She was still there, however, and I would have to make sure I didn't lose her over something so stupid.
“Okay, guys, let's get into positions, and get this parade on the go,” the dean announced, and Coach got us all settled into our positions on the floats.
The parade lasted about 45 minutes in total, and by the time it was done, my nose was red, and I was in desperate need of a hot chocolate. The school had thrown a small party after the parade, with plenty of hot chocolate.
Natalie found me talking to some teammates as we were warming ourselves with our hot drinks.
“Hey, Jet, how did the parade go? I saw you guys up there; it looked like fun.” She was acting perfectly normal and happy, but there was
something about her body language that told me she was keeping her distance from me, and that was the last thing I wanted. I said goodbye to my friends and pulled Natalie aside.
“Hey, can we talk?”
She suddenly looked embarrassed. “Of course. What's up?”
“Things have been a little weird between us since Christmas, Natalie, and I don't know what to do about it.”
“Yeah, I guess it has been weird.”
“So, let’s talk about it, figure things out. What are your thoughts? I need to know why you are acting this way.”
“You mean to tell me that you don't know?”
“No, I'm pretty sure I do know. But I would still like you to tell me.”
“Well, I guess I just don't know where I stand anymore in our relationship, so it makes me feel uncomfortable around you.”
“You're my girlfriend, that's where you stand. I know you wanted me to say I love you back, Natalie, but when I didn't, it wasn’t for the reason you thought it was.”
“It wasn't?”
“No, of course not, I'm crazy about you. You know that. This is just all new to me, Natalie, having a girlfriend, and I just need time, that's all. It doesn't mean that I don't care about you, or that I want to break up. It just means that I need to do things in my own time.”
“I can understand that. I'm sorry. We probably should have talked about it before.”
“Yeah, and again, that was probably my fault. I didn't handle any of it properly.” I laughed ruefully. “You just really caught me off guard, and I didn't really want to say anything that I wasn't ready to back up at that point. I hope that's okay.”