It's All a Matter of Choice

by Liberty Allure

  Anita was so turned on by Emmet’s growing ardor, she could feel the crotch of her panties becoming wet as Emmet deepened the kiss, his hands sliding over the small of her back now, pressing her into him. He was fully erect and shuddering slightly against her as he possessed her mouth. Suddenly Emmet pulled away from her mouth, his brown eyes full of desire as he looked at her. A rush of heat washed over Anita at the look on his face.

  “Anita…” he said hoarsely, his slim body practically molded to hers. She could feel his cock throbbing against her through his pants. Emmet didn’t say anything else. He couldn’t. He just stared at Anita, holding her against him as if the world would stop spinning if he let her go.

  “Let’s go into my bedroom, Emmet,” Anita said softly, gently trying to free herself from his embrace. Emmet resisted, tightening his hold on her. He didn’t want to break contact…ever. He tried to kiss her again but Anita twisted her lips away.

  Emmet looked at her perplexed. He hadn’t even registered that she said she wanted to go into the bedroom. He was so aroused he was unable to process anything other than her body against his.

  “Emmet. You have to let me go. Otherwise we can’t go to my bedroom,” she said to him. “We can kiss more in there.”

  This time what she said registered.

  “Okay,” he responded, his voice raw. It was as if he couldn’t get any words out.

  Reluctantly, Emmet released her, his jaw as tight as his pants were. Anita took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. Emmet followed her as if he were under some kind of spell. The moment Anita stopped, he drew the brunette back into his arms and kissed her hungrily, one hand sliding through her hair and resting on the back of her head, the other pressing the small of her back.

  Emmet used his hold on her head to guide Anita’s head motion as he lapped in her mouth hungrily as if trying to swallow her down. Anita gasped against his lips, desire rolling over her body and settling at her core. Damn, Emmet might be a virgin but he was eliciting all the proper responses from Anita. She wanted him naked and in her bed. She pulled back from his kiss.

  “Emmet, let’s undress,” she said to him, her eyes hot.

  Emmet went stiff immediately. Anita looked at him worriedly.

  “Emmet. Emmet are you all right?” she asked him, stepping away from the stricken young man and waving her hand in front of his eyes as he stared at her blankly.

  Anita lowered her hand and bit her lip. What to do? She didn’t want to spend anymore time kissing him fully dressed. She was in full blown sex mode and impatient, though a part of her said to go slow with Emmet. Unfortunately, that volume of that small part of her was turned way down. Anita decided the best thing to do was hit Emmet all at once.

  Anita kicked off her bedroom slippers and pulled the hair tie off her ponytail, shaking her hair so it fell around her shoulders. Emmet stared at her wordlessly, his chest rising and falling. Anita caught the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. She had on a simple, white cotton bra underneath it. Emmet’s eyes went rather glassy as he drank in her full breasts. God, Anita was beautiful.

  Anita untied her sweats, pulled them down and stepped out of them, revealing her white panties and long shapely legs. Emmet’s mouth dropped slightly open as he took in her curves. He teetered forward a bit.

  “Emmet…stand over by the bed,” Anita directed him. Emmet walked over to the bed like a zombie, never taking his eyes off Anita. She sent him there in case he fainted. Hopefully he’d fall on the mattress rather than the floor if that happened.

  Anita reached around her back and unclasped her bra, sliding it slowly down her arms, her full, firm breasts and puckered brown nipples falling into full view. Emmet stared at them, his mouth falling all the way open now. Anita then pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, and straightened, her eyes resting on Emmet.

  Emmet stared at Anita, his brown eyes first focusing on her face, then moving down her body, over her breasts, flat belly and waist, then resting on the neatly trimmed patch of slightly curling brown hair for several moments as he swallowed reflexively, then quickly flicked back up to her face.

  “Anita, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re…you’re perfect,” he breathed, feeling as if he were in some kind of very erotic dream, “the most perfect…

  “I’m hardly perfect, Emmet. My ass is too big,” she said, turning around to show him.

  Emmet blinked as Anita displayed her soft round globes. They didn’t look too big to him. They looked like two plump little pillows.

  “And I’m about fifteen pounds overweight,” she added, turning back around.

  “No. No…there’s nothing wrong with any part of you, Anita. I mean it. You’re perfect. I’ve never seen anyone more perfect,” Emmet breathed, “I can’t believe…I can’t believe you’re willing to do this…willing to let me…let me…”

  “Fuck me, Emmet?” she said with a rather wicked smile.

  Emmet’s mouth worked silently for several moments. Fuck was such a dirty word…and hearing Anita say it made him throb…but still…it wasn’t that way. Emmet didn’t know how to express in words what he felt like doing to Anita…but it wasn’t dirty.

  “No. No Anita…I…want to do this…but it’s not that. That’s not what I want…I just want…to get closer to you,” he said, “As close as I can. You are the nicest girl I’ve ever met and I…I…”

  Emmet was getting flustered. Talking to a lovely, naked young woman wasn’t something he was used to doing.

  Anita walked up to him and pressed a finger against his lips.

  “Sssh, Emmet. You don’t have to tell me. You can show me,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck again, and kissing him.

  Emmet’s hands flexed at his side as Anita gently pushed her tongue into his mouth. Then she moved closer so her naked body pressed against his. Emmet still didn’t embrace her, though he returned her kiss hungrily. Anita ran her hands down his back. He was slim, but she could feel his musculature, and he let out a little noise as he felt her caress him.

  Anita stopped kissing him.

  “Touch me, Emmet,” she said in a low voice, “Don’t be scared. I won’t break, believe me.”

  Slowly, Emmet brought his hands to her back, lightly running his palms over it from the small of her back to her shoulders.

  “You’re so soft,” he breathed…”so unbelievably soft, Anita.”

  Emmet wanted to touch her all over, let his hands explore the beautiful landscape of her body and memorize it like a map. But his upbringing and respect for women was warring with what his body wanted to do to the one in his arms. So he kept caressing Anita’s back, stopping just above the swell of her ass, which was driving Anita crazy. Emmet needed to step up.

  “That’s it,” she said, pulling away from Emmet and putting her hands on her hips.

  Again, Emmet looked at her, confused.

  “No more kissing or touching me until you get naked,” Anita declared, walking over to the bed and getting in it. She sat up against the headboard and crossed her arms, frowning at Emmet, who stared at her a moment before looking down at his clothing.

  This was it. Now or never.

  Emmet slowly unbuckled his belt, then drew it out of the loops of his jeans, Anita’s brown eyes resting on him. He was so nervous that it made her hornier than ever and she shifted in the bed impatiently as he looked around for somewhere to place his belt.

  “Just drop it on the floor, Emmet. Drop everything on the floor,” Anita hissed, her desire for Emmet making her just a bit…well…bitchy.

  Emmet dropped the belt like she said, then lifted each foot, balancing easily and removed his sneakers and socks. Then he straightened, looking at Anita for reassurance.

  “You’re doing good Emmet,” she said, half wishing he would move faster, but enjoying his hesitation and slowness. It was a turn on knowing she would be the first woman to fuck him. And it was a little lik
e watching an amateur male striptease show.

  Emmet began unbuttoning his cotton shirt. He felt a little embarrassed. He didn’t have a perfect body like Anita did. He was too skinny really. He had muscles, lean ones…not the kind that bulged that women liked. And he didn’t have a tan either. He was pale because he never was out in the sun without a shirt. All his inadequacies came flooding into his mind as he slowly opened button after button. When his shirt and cuffs were all the way open, he looked up at Anita as he slid it off, to see her reaction.

  Anita was smiling and nodding encouragingly. She didn’t seem to mind he didn’t have a strong, tanned physique. He didn’t know she preferred slim, sinewy men. Besides, his muscles, especially his abdomen had good definition. He was skinny, but looked very strong and flexible to Anita.

  His shirt off, Emmet unsnapped his pants, very aware of the large outline of his cock. He knew he was very big. How would she like that? Would she complain? Would she make him stop because he inadvertently hurt her? He didn’t want to hurt her.

  Poor Emmet. He had no idea what to expect from this.

  He had no idea that Anita would like it just fine. She wasn’t a small woman and at least five foot nine, and liked sex a bit rough at times. Besides, Emmet was always so controlled and careful. She’d love to see him lose control…in a good way of course.

  As Emmet unzipped his zipper, he remembered the condom he had in his wallet. He reached into his back pocket and removed his wallet, opened it and pulled the square little package from the billfold part, looking a bit pained as Anita’s eyebrows rose.

  “Is…is that a condom, Emmet?” she asked him, surprised he had one.

  That meant Emmet had been thinking about fucking her. Anita smirked at the thought of it. He must have had a hard time buying it, if he bought it. Any health clinic would have given him a few for free…but most likely he didn’t know that.

  “Um…yes,” he replied, standing there awkwardly with the condom between his fingers.

  Anita smiled at Emmet and decided to give him a little hard time.

  “Oh, so you think I’ll give you an STD?” she asked him, making herself frown as he looked first surprised, then horrified.

  “No. No, I didn’t think that. I thought…I thought it would be smart to protect you…to keep you from getting pregnant,” he replied. God, he hoped she wasn’t mad at him. They were so close now. He didn’t think Anita had any diseases. He just wanted to do right by her. Protect her.

  Anita smiled at him and Emmet let out a little sigh of relief. She wasn’t mad.

  “Normally I do prefer to have protected sex, Emmet. But I know you don’t have any surprises. And I don’t have any STDs. I’m on Depo. It’s a shot I get every three months to protect myself. I won’t get pregnant if you don’t use a condom,” she said softly, “Besides Emmet…it’s going to be your first time. Don’t you want to feel me skin to skin?”

  Emmet swallowed and nodded.

  “Put it back in your wallet then. You won’t need it tonight,” she told him. Emmet did as she asked and returned his wallet to his back pocket. Now, he took a deep breath, pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them. His blue and green plaid boxers immediately drew up his thighs a couple of inches, the front of them tented immensely. Anita licked her lips.

  “Damn, Emmet. Let me see what you’re packing,” she breathed.

  Emmet hesitated. Shit. This was the key moment. Well, almost the key moment. A woman was going to see him naked for the first time.

  “I’m…I’m kind of big, Anita,” he said as he grasped the top of his boxers.

  “You think that’s a bad thing, Emmet?” she asked him, her eyes locked to his loins.

  Emmet shrugged.

  “I don’t know,” he replied honestly, “You might not like “big.”

  Anita fought back a laugh. There were a few women in the world that didn’t like “big,” but she wasn’t one of them.

  “Don’t worry about that, Emmet. I like you,” she said reassuringly, “So that includes all your body parts as well. Now, let’s see it.”

  Emmet swallowed, and with a supreme effort, drew down his boxers, stepped out of them and straightened, his eyes a bit worried as he looked at Anita to see her reaction.

  Anita’s eyes went wide.

  “Oh. My. God.” she said, moving to the edge of the bed.

  Emmet’s cock was thick, veiny, pale and had to be at least nine or ten inches long. The fluted pink head of it was a bit larger than the shaft and all in all, was quite…handsome. It looked very strong.

  ”It’s okay?” he asked her.

  Anita shook her head slowly. Emmet felt his heart plummet.

  “Trust me, Emmet…your cock is more than okay,” she said, rising from the bed and walking toward him, her eyes locked to his tool hungrily.

  Emmet’s heart began to pound again as Anita approached him, her hips swaying sexily. He felt a bit dizzy.

  God, was this really happening?

  Chapter 25 ~ Fellatio 101

  Anita walked up to Emmet, her hand automatically wrapping gently around the shaft of his cock. Emmet’s mouth dropped open at the contact and he jerked spasmodically, his cock sliding slightly through her curled fingers. Emmet couldn’t remember anyone ever touching his cock other than his mother when she bathed him when he was a little boy, and the reaction was nothing like this.

  “Ooh Emmet,” Anita said in a soft, throaty voice as she held his stiff organ, staring down at it, then looking up at him, her eyes so full of heat that she almost looked like a different woman.

  Emmet swallowed, glad he had “exercised” his tool for the past two weeks, otherwise he would have sprayed both Anita and her bedroom with come instantly. Her touch felt unbelievable. She began to caress his length, looking up at him.

  Emmet couldn’t help but let out a groan, his brown eyes going half-lidded. His hands were at his sides, flexing. Oh God, that felt so good.

  Anita licked her lips as Emmet began to helplessly move as she ran her hand up and down his shaft gently, not squeezing him, however…just moving her hand over his hardness. And wow, was his cock hard, hot and heavy. It felt like it weighed at least ten pounds as she hefted it slightly. Emmet let out another groan of pleasure. He sounded delicious. Anita hoped he would be a vocal lover.

  Emmet’s eyes were fully closed now, and he was thrusting gently in her soft hand, his lower lip slack and trembling as her palm moved from under his head to his balls and back again. He was sighing rhythmically, Anita’s eyes locked to his face. She was dripping wet and there was a definite ache between her thighs. Emmet was so…so fucking sexy. His sexiness was increased because this was his first time being with a woman, and that fact was working like an aphrodisiac on Anita.

  Anita’s face contorted slightly as Emmet’s head tilted back towards the ceiling and he arched his hips toward her, his hands still clenching at his sides.

  “Oh God, Anita,” he groaned.

  She looked back down at his beautiful cock, and pre-cum was leaking from the tip. Anita slid her hand back up his shaft and used her thumb to spread the liquid over the head, making Emmet buckle, his head snapping forward and his face twisting with shock and pleasure as he looked down and saw her very feminine hand moving over him, the head of his cock glistening as if she had spread oil over it. Then he looked at her. He was panting now.

  Anita looked up at him.

  “Kiss me, Emmet,” she said, opening her mouth.

  Emmet attacked it, still not touching her however. They stood close together, only their mouths and Anita’s sliding hand connecting, Emmet’s tongue possessive and demanding, his head moving back and forth, round and round as he claimed Anita’s mouth, his blood pounding in his ears as he felt himself losing the ability to think. He gasped when Anita moved from his mouth to his jaw line, then his throat, her soft lips, kissing and sucking on his skin. It felt wonderful, more than wonderful and he let out a whimper…he couldn’t even groan as she continued w
orking his cock, faster now, her mouth starting to move over his chest.

  “Yes, Anita…” he breathed, “Oh…”

  Encouraged by Emmet’s reaction, Anita began to bend her knees, kissing his chest and moving lower, one hand sliding over the small of his back and helping her keep her balance as she moved toward the prize.

  Emmet was about to get his first introduction to fellatio.

  When Emmet felt Anita sinking and her lips moving over his abdomen, he seemed to realize what was happening and stiffened, looking down at the top of Anita’s head. She looked up at him and Emmet swore he had never seen any woman sexier than Anita Bowen in his life. His cock throbbed in her hand, and he managed to speak.

  “Anita…what are you doing?” he asked in a voice even he didn’t recognize.

  “What do you think, Emmet?” she said, kissing him just above his pubic hair, and squeezing his cock with a bit of force so he groaned and jerked.

  Emmet closed his eyes for a moment, then looked back down at Anita as she knelt fully; easing down to her knees and facing his cock, holding it level with her hand. The tip of it was only an inch or two from her face. Oh damn…damn.

  “You don’t have to…” Emmet said weakly, aware he was pushing his hips forward slightly, his body out of his control. He wanted Anita to do it…but…but…

  “I want to,” she said softly, sliding her mouth over the head of his cock and sucking gently.

  Emmet’s hands flew to Anita’s head, clasping it as the sweetest, softest warmth he’d ever felt closed over his cock and tightened, pulling him in.

  “Shit!” he gasped.

  Emmet normally didn’t curse…but if any situation was curse-worthy, this was it. Anita pulled her hair to the side and tilted her head up so Emmet could see his cock between her lips. Again, his mouth dropped open. Anita was sucking his cock and it felt fantastic. Part of him protested. She shouldn’t be on her knees. His cock shouldn’t be in her mouth. But it seemed Emmet suffered from the same malady as Anita in that case. That small part of him that protested had very low volume.