by Amy Brent
“The one thing that I haven’t heard from you is the word no. Let’s not dwell on something that is in the near future. I’m sure that we can do other things besides going all the way. I know that I’ve been anxious to taste you.” I sputtered the wine that was in my mouth. I’d never heard him talk so blatant, but it was an easy way to supply me with the necessary encouragement to take this to the next level.
“I can’t promise you anything, but you are certainly on the right track.” I’d forgotten about my mother’s invitation coming back unanswered. She left me five years ago to fend for myself under the strict guidance of my stepfather Joseph. I was 18 at the time and seeing her walk out of my life without even a second glance was not something that a daughter should have to endure. I understood that she wasn’t in love with Joseph anymore and that the young buck across the street had turned out to be more than just a casual acquaintance.
“I mean every word that I’m saying to you, Stacey. We’ve been together for over two years and you have to admit that I’ve been very patient. I don’t know if it’s the dress or the restaurant or maybe it’s the liquor, but it’s causing me to feel this need for that release.” He was talking about his manhood. I’d seen him when he was aroused and all the blood that had accumulated down below was not hard to recognize with the naked eye.
“I know that you’re being sincere and maybe we can do something before the wedding. I’ve had a little bit too much to drink, but it still is not enough for me to cast aside my moral upbringing. I go to church every Sunday and they stress abstinence until marriage. It’s not what you want to hear, but I’m trying to be honest with you. I do think that I can give you something to at least whet your appetite for the main event.” I never saw anybody pay the check that quickly and then he dragged me caveman style out to the car.
We drove over to his old high school and he pulled me against my will until we were standing at the goal post. He circled me and then bit my neck causing my legs to shudder and shake under that kind of attention. I felt his hands linger along the straps of the black dress and then he was lifting it over my shoulders and letting it fall over my curves until it was landing at my feet. He expertly undid my bra and let it magically appear in his hands. I instinctively put my arms over my chest, but he peeled them aside to look at my huge assets. He touched me and my nipple became instantly erect and then he gave them a tongue lashing that had me practically ready to jump his bones.
I had blond hair down to my shoulders, and green eyes that seemed to see through any of those lies that other guys would say to me. John was different and I really couldn’t tell when he was putting on airs or giving me the god honest truth. “I think that I can give you some incentive.” He followed that up by getting on his knees, holding my hips and raising the skirt part of that dress every little inch until my panties soaking wet with my excitement was now right in front of his face.
He took a swipe with his tongue and I had to hold onto his shoulders with my nails digging into his flesh to prevent myself from falling to his eager hands. He peeled my panties to the side and I heard the wet fabric between his fingertips. He leaned forward and I heard him sniffing and then making this animal like sound like
he couldn’t control himself.
The only light was from the brief peek of moonlight coming through the clouds, but it was more enough for me to see what he was doing. He had somehow opened my legs and the high heels that I wearing was teetering on the edge.
I had to finally kick them free from my feet and I had no idea where they went in my overanxious state. I might not be like other girls, but John seemed to gravitate towards me, even though I didn’t project that kind of hard body. I prided myself on being different and standing at 5’5, 150 pounds left me with a lot coming and going. My breasts were all natural D cups and I had a feeling that was the main reason why John had shown me any sign that he was even interested.
“I don’t know if we should… Oh fuck…WOW… I didn’t know that it was gonna be better than my fucking fingers.” I’d never had a guy go down on me and John had touched me inappropriately a couple of times, but it was by my own request.
This was a whole lot different and was drawing out those moans of excitement that I couldn’t contain within myself. I was breathing heavy, chest rising and falling with each breath and my skin was now showing signs of a glistening perspiration.
He had my clit right where he wanted it and was now sucking it with the purpose of getting me off. I held on for as long as I could, but his insistence was intoxicating. I came with this splash of confidence and he never moved from his position like I was that finger licking good.
“I have no words. I have to do something for you. You’re going to have to be patient and this is the first time that I’ve ever done anything like this.” I was on my knees and I had his fly open with his cock touching my lips and then the sound of eight cylinders came roaring down onto the field. The headlights caught me with his cock in my hand with a string of his stuff now clinging to my lips.
“I won’t let you do this.” I shielded my eyes and I looked to see that Joseph my stepfather had decided to interfere where his nose didn’t belong. “Get in here, unless you want me to come out there and drag you to this truck. I told you that I didn’t trust him and until that ring is on your finger, none of what you’re thinking about doing is going to happen. Do you know what the minister would say if he saw you like this? He would never be able to look at you the same way again.” I saw the disappointment in John’s eyes and then suddenly he looked like he couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock jerked and I moved to the side before he could give me that first blast right between the eyes.
He stood there and gave into that sensation, while I gathered my clothes and grabbed the one shoe that I could find. I left him with his eyes closed and a permanent smile etched across his face. I didn’t do much more than kiss the tip, but it seemed to be enough to send him over the edge.
The wedding was scheduled for tomorrow and here I was looking at this letter that John had cowardly slipped underneath the door at the crack of dawn. “I can’t live with your stepfather’s constant interference in our lives. To be honest, I was only in this to see if I could sleep with you before the wedding. I’m leaving with an old girlfriend that knows how to please her man. This wedding was a sham from the moment that I gave you that ring. If you have any delusions of pawning it, then don’t bother. It’s not worth anything. You thought that it was a diamond but it only looked that way. I don’t really care if you find happiness and I’m just glad that I’m away from the ice princess.” He never signed it, but his words struck a chord that I wasn’t expecting.
I dropped the letter and I ran upstairs and slammed the door shut to feel this pit of isolation come over me. I couldn’t even imagine why anybody would want me and now that John had cast me aside, it was bringing back those doubts that I was even worth anything at all. I didn’t want to give him that kind of power, but it was difficult not to think that something was wrong with me.
“I know that you can hear me. I read the letter and it’s better that you find out before the wedding than after. He was never good for you. It’s not what you want to hear, but I think that a change of scenery is best for both of us. I’ve arranged for us to go to my friend’s condominium in Barbados. You won’t have to pack much. A little sun and surf won’t do you any harm. I’m not taking no for an answer. If you’re not down in that truck within the next 10 minutes with whatever you can carry then I’m going to kick this door down and don’t think that I won’t.” Joseph was the one person that would always tell me the truth and it didn’t hurt that seeing him coming out of the shower with a towel on had raised a few fantasies that I couldn’t seem to get away from.
Even when I was about to go down on John, I was thinking about Joseph. Even while he was eating me, I was imagining that it was Joseph supplying me with that necessary reprieve from daily life. I didn’t have anything to hold me here and th
e job waitressing was pretty much dead end. I was planning to go back to school and get my degree to become a teacher. I thought that I had a lot to give and my biological clock was ticking.
5 minutes later and I was wiping the tears and hoping that getting away from all of my worries would do me a world of good. John had done the impossible by opening me up to the possibilities of a truly physical relationship. I just had to find a way to convince Joseph that my honor was his for the taking. I was looking forward to shedding some layers and showing my curves. It might give him ideas and it’s not like I hadn’t noticed the way that he has been watching me lately.
He would disappear into the bathroom after seeing me sunbathing in the backyard. It did stroke my ego to know that his interest in me was more than just fatherly instinct. He had tattoos on his shoulders and one of a very intricate snake wrapped around his neck. I’d seen him coming out of the shower and that tattoo went well below where my eager eyes could see.
I didn’t want to make it look too easy for him, so I feigned a stubborn attitude with my arms crossed. I didn’t think that was going to last long.
“Stacey, I don’t want you to even give him a second thought and he’s not worth all the heartache that you are feeling right about now. This is where you finally close that chapter on your life and start another. You probably thought that he was the only man that would ever want you, but trust me there are guys that would knock down the door to be near you. You are sexy and you have more to offer than most would ever imagine. I’ve seen the way that you have blossomed into a young woman and I know that things are going to look up for you. Just keep your eyes open and you never know when opportunities will come around when you least expect from.” He was giving me his stepfather advice, but his cock was rising and becoming something of a focal point for my wide open eyes.
It probably didn’t do him any good that I was wearing this very short leather blue skirt and a white halter top that didn’t exactly contain my overabundance. I don’t even know why I had put these on. I was begging him for more than just a casual glance.
“You might be right and what I’ve been looking for might be right in front of me and I didn’t even know it. I don’t know how to say this, Joseph, but I think that I want you to be my first.” I had no idea how I came up with the right words to convey what I wanted to say. It seemed like my tongue was two sizes too big for my mouth and I was so dry that I could’ve probably drank a liter of water and still be parched.
There was this awkward silence inside the truck as his fingers gripped the steering wheel. I waited to see what his response was going to be and then I got the surprise of my life with his fingers touching my bare knee. It moved cautiously up underneath the hem of my skirt. His fingers came in contact with the wetness of my desire for him. This had to be some kind of wet dream that I was going to wake up from with my hand digging obscenely between the lips of my pussy.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like, but I never thought that this day would actually come. You deserve so much better than John. He was unworthy of your love and affection. I don’t think that you were truly in love with him and maybe you were just clinging to the only man that you thought could ever love you. If you’re serious, then I would be honored to give you your first lessons. I do have to warn you ahead of time that I can be a pretty strict taskmaster.” The idea that he would be firm and demanding had never occurred to me, but now it was sending a chill down my spine with more than anticipation.
I swallowed hard, realizing that I had put it out there and he had grabbed the ball and was now running for the touchdown. His fingers had touched me and that one moment of sheer bliss radiated through my features like I couldn’t get enough. He pulled them aside and unlike John, he was in no hurry to go any further than what he had already done.
I was one that grabbed his hand and pressed his fingers against the sodden opening. Waging war against my virginity had become my mission in life. I felt those two fingers begin to inch forward and slip within the tight confines of my velvety opening. I applied pressure to his hand and waited, until I could feel that restriction preventing him from going through to the other side. I used his hands, as he moved them to stimulate those nerve endings that made me tremble in his grasp.
I opened my eyes and I stared at him, as he brought me closer and closer to that moment. It was a slow building exercise that made it necessary for me to grab onto something while he was driving. I’d learned to drive stick when I was younger, but this was nothing like those sticks that I had taken control of. This was more than I bargained for and the shape and size really did cement the fact that he was blessed.
“Stacey, I want you to cum all over my fingers and then I want you to be a good girl and lick them clean. What are you waiting for? This is your first class lesson and I expect obedience at all times. If I don’t get it, then I might have to resort to more extreme measures to make my intentions clear.” I felt the endorphins of my sex drive becoming too much to handle. I took his fingers in, as far as they would go without breaking through that thin layer. He was the one that finally touched me with his thumb, circling my clit and using the wetness that was provided to draw in a complete circle one way and then back the other way.
“You want me to cum…so badly…and I don’t think that I’m in any shape to refuse…YOUUUUUUUUU.” I came and the feeling was sublime like my own personal fantasy coming to life right in front of my eyes. I ground against him, soaking his digits and then I pulled them into my mouth and gave them the kind of attention that I was going to give John’s cock.
“Oh yeah… that’s the way that I want you to do it. I want you to learn how to do it the right way. Gag on those two fingers. Believe me; you’re going to have to get accustomed to something a lot thicker and longer than what my two fingers are. This is only the first lesson and there are so many left that it’s hard to me to figure out where to begin.” I used my tongue to make sure that his digits were completely cleaned off. I lay back with a sort of contentment. He was asking me to do something that was considered unladylike. I felt this dirty and naughty feeling that took control of my actions.
“That was like I was coming and going at the same time. Are you sure that there’s not anything more that you want me to do? I feel that you deserve something for all of your hard work. It doesn’t seem fair that I would get all the pleasure and you were left with a perpetual case of blue balls.” He almost laughed and the snicker under his breath that ensued was a little disconcerting.
“I am a very patient man. I have no interest in ruining a good thing. Making you wait for it is better than jumping headlong and taking things too far too quickly. I know that you’re anxious and it’s that sense of wonder and excitement that I am counting on.” He had to go around and open the door for me at this private airfield. A Learjet was waiting for us with the prerequisite captain wearing his hat and sunglasses upon our arrival.
I got out and I felt a little lightheaded and Joseph was right there to hold me up. The bit of grey at his temples gave him that maturity and sense of experience that I was looking for in a lover. We boarded the plane and I wanted to join a certain club, but I was too drained from the day’s activities to do much of anything. I could barely keep my eyes open.
I felt his hand moving through my hair and the soft touch of his fingers along my cheek was most welcome. “We’re going to turn you into more than just a girl with attitude. We’re going to transform you into a woman and I’m going to be there every step of the way. I want to see you gradually become more than you could ever hope for. I want to draw you out of your shell and let you experience what your sexuality is supposed to be all about. You don’t have to hide from it and maybe, I was a little jealous to allow somebody else to maliciously take what is so precious.” His voice lulled me into a deep slumber and his words brought a sense of satisfaction to a young woman’s heart.
We walked off the plane to that feeling of humidity smacking us in the face. It
was a little jarring and took my breath away for a moment, but then I found myself acclimating to this new atmosphere with a sense of abandon. I’d changed in the bathroom for a more island look with a wraparound colorful skirt that was only being held together by one small pin at the side. The white bikini top did not exactly hide the peaks of my tits. The huge dollar sized nipples were poking through and I could see that the local guys had taken quite the interest.
“You’re certainly allowed to look, but you can’t touch without my permission. I do find a certain fascination with you showing some of your skills to those less fortunate. Some of these guys haven’t seen a white woman and it might be time for you to see what all the fuss is about a black man. Some of the rumors are true and aren’t exaggerated in the very least. It’s something that you should see for yourself and to judge for yourself.” I had no idea what he was planning, but the hushed tone of his conversation with a couple of those guys had me at a loss for words.
I was going to question him on what he had been talking to them about, but I didn’t really want to know. That sense of surprise and discovery was exactly what I was looking for. I was glad that I didn’t give in to those feelings with John. If I had, I probably wouldn’t be getting the chance to do this for the first time. We separated from those two guys that were giving me the once over and making me feel a little self conscious and sexually available at the same time.
“They’re going to meet us in a little while. In the meantime, I think that I should get a look at what has become something of an obsession for me.” Before I even had a chance to react, he was pulling the string at my neck and letting my breasts be shown in a different light. The driver couldn’t take his eyes off of me and for some reason that voyeuristic sleaze was giving me an electrical jolt between my legs. “You look so much better like that. I have to take a moment to let it all sink in. Don’t even try to cover up, unless you intend to be punished for your disobedience.” He slapped his hands together and the sound echoed like a gunshot going off. It made me jump practically out of my skin and the very idea that he would lay hands on me had gotten my blood pumping.