by K. Valentine
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 tile, 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 growing 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.
He knows just how to touch her, and she is soon comfortable enough to take two of his thick fingers inside her, without any added lubrication. She is just so wet, and apparently so willing, that Jamal goes into her with two fingers and smiles, stopping just before he reaches the barrier. Then he pushes a little further, goes a little deeper, and then moves his fingers in a pivoting motion, first to the left and then to the right. Sophie holds his hand, keeping it in place, not wanting him to be out of her just yet when this is what he is threatening to do.
“Nice,” he whispers, and he keeps fingering her a little more. She is not sure what her body should be doing now, but finds herself sensing the all too familiar tingle of pending orgasm. As her pleasure mounts, she is unable to hold back the tide. Her body shudders as she is wrought with ecstasy. She moans as waves of pleasure wash over her, drawing her hips deeper into the pulsation of his fingers. Watching her body writhe, Jamal can't help but sense how taught the skin of his extremely erect member now is. Unable to resist, his fingers slip just a little further into her , almost breaking through her walls. He doesn’t though, and as she comes down from what was really the most beautiful orgasm she has ever had, he slowly removes his fingers.
“Are you okay?” he asks her.
“Yes,” she whispers, turning her head to the side, looking away from him, feeling the intensity of his stare.
“You are very beautiful,” he whispers, bringing his mouth onto her again. Then he is kissing her neck again, and then her breasts. Sucking on her breasts, she is really breathless now. Sophie closes her eyes, and just enjoys the warmth of his mouth on her luscious peaks. Then he starts to nibble on her nipples, and she opens her eyes again, looking down at his mouth on her. She takes her hands to his head, and pushes him down on her gently.
When he rises up from her, suckling the sweet juices of her valley, his tongue savors the sweet cream that laces his full lips and he grabs the lubricant from the side of the bed, looking at her. “Do you trust me?” he asks her. She nods. “Then close your eyes,” he says. He opens the bottle and pours a little bit of the lube on his fingers. He rubs it against her slit, and then starts to move it inside her. His finger goes far up into her, lingers for a moment, and then is slowly removed. A little more lubricant on his fingers, he makes his way up inside her again, coating the inside of her pussy with as much lube as possible.
Sophie starts to lick her lips. Jamal licks his lips before going down and licking her lips. She smiles, opening her eyes. He looks at her, reprimanding, and she closes her eyes again. Then he slides two fingers into her, easily because of the lube and the natural wetness of her pussy, and he fingers her slowly. He fi
ngers her a little bit harder and then pulls his fingers from her. Jamal parts her legs a little more, and looks at her pussy, before looking at his fingers. They are thick and they are incredibly long. He is going to have to be careful.
Jamal brings his mouth on her, and then starts to get a finger inside her again. Then he adds a second finger, and it is a comfortable fit. He kisses her deeper on the mouth and starts to snake his tongue into her mouth now, starting to very slowly push a third finger into her. She starts to pant, and he sends his tongue deeper into her mouth. Sophie tries to move her pussy away from the fingers inside it now, just because she needs a minute, but Jamal knows that it is now or never.
He gets his three fingers into her and the squeeze is really tight now. He starts to move them in and out of her very slowly, and she doesn’t give at all. Her cunt just wraps itself so tightly around his fingers that he has to really concentrate now. He lifts his mouth off hers now and looks at her pussy. Jamal watches as his fingers get almost all the way inside her, stopping just short of the barrier, and then slowly removes his fingers from her, completely.