We continue to talk, while I debate with myself about whether I’m going to let Mike take me home. Suddenly, I notice Beverly has her hands full. The guy sitting with her is handsome enough, but he has roaming hands. “What’s wrong?” Mike asks when he sees me tune him out. He turns to look where I am looking.
“Beverly. That guy is being an asshole.”
We sit and watch for a moment. Then, Mike stands up and strides to the table. He leans in between Beverly and Mr. Hands. I can’t hear what Mike says, but Hands jumps to his feet like he wants to fight. Mike steps in close. He gets in his face, but doesn’t say a word. The guy isn’t completely stupid. He backs off and finally storms out of the bar.
Bev gives Mike a hug and I feel my stomach sink. Fuck. Just my luck. Mike sits down with Beverly and waves the waitresses over. They sit and talk a moment while I fume. I can’t say Beverly sniped him, but dammit, he was mine! When Bev’s drink arrives, Mike tosses a bill on the tray. They continue to talk, laughing and smiling. Then, Mike surprises me again. He rises and returns to our table. I don’t know if he is coming to brush me off or to rejoin me, so I wait to see what he has to say.
“Well…that was fun,” he says, as he slides into the booth again.
“Is she okay?” I ask coolly, unsure of my position.
“Yeah. I told her you sent me to rescue her and she owes you a drink the next time you two are together. She said okay.”
I smile, relax, and make my decision. I hope Mike asks to take me home.
CHAPTER THREE
Mike and I are standing in the parking lot by my car doing some light necking. We had hung around inside until Beverly latched onto someone she seemed to like. Mike had taken on an almost big brother-type roll. He glanced her way occasionally, as if keeping an eye on her. It bothered me at first that he was paying her so much attention. I was afraid he was having second thoughts about sitting with me, but then I realized that he only was watching her when some guy was hovering around. I couldn’t help but smile to myself at his almost unconscious actions.
“I need to go,” Mike says, as our lips part once more. He pulls a cell from his pocket.
“Who are you calling?” I ask, wishing he would hurry up and ask to take me home.
“A cab.”
“Oh, that’s right. Your car is probably still back at Bragg. I can take you back to the base,” I offer.
Mike looks at me. “Would you mind? I would appreciate it.”
I realize that Mike is in a bit of a bind, so I help him out. “Not at all. Unless there is somewhere else you would rather go.”
Mike smiles. “Well…”
“It will be okay,” I say softly, encouraging him to ask.
“I don’t have to report until oh-seven hundred in the morning.”
“And?” I ask.
“I would like to buy you breakfast in the morning, if that is okay.”
I smile. “I would love to have breakfast with you.”
We look into each other’s eyes for a moment before Mike steers me to the passenger side and opens my door. He helps me in and shuts the door behind me.
***
I open the door to my tiny two-room apartment. It’s a nice place and newly built. I am its first tenant. By the time I had settled our family’s debts, there wasn’t a great deal of money left from the life insurance. I am living frugally, trying to preserve what is left.
Mike looks around, as we step in and shut the door. “Nice place. Beats the barracks on base, I can tell you that.”
“Can I get you something?” I ask tossing my keys in the bowl that I keep in the center of my table just for that purpose.
“No, thanks. Two is my limit.”
It’s still fairly early, not even eleven; but, it’s been nearly three months since I have had a man. I’m feeling randy and ready to go. Maybe we can get in a double before I have to take Mike back to the base in the morning. This is always the awkward part when I’m not sure what to do next.
I needn’t have worried. Mike steps in close and takes me lightly into his arms. “Now, without so many eyes watching, I can kiss you properly,” he says, as he lowers his lips to mine.
The kiss takes my breath. It is gentle, slow, and erotic. Our tongues twist and turn in an embrace, causing me to feel flush as we part. Now that Mike has broken the ice, I know what to do. I slowly walk backwards. Holding his hand, I pull him to my bedroom. As we coast to a stop by my bed, I release Mike’s hand. I begin to unbutton my blouse before Mike takes my hands in his.
“No, let me,” he whispers, as he slowly turns me.
Standing behind me, Mike nuzzles my neck. At the same time, he slowly unbuttons my top. I’m only twenty-one years old. I haven’t had that many lovers…and this is the most erotic thing that anyone has done to me. All my past lovers have been as young as I am, as even Mike is; but, unlike the others, Mike takes his time. Before, my lovers and I were always in a rush to get to the main event; but, Mike is showing me the pleasure of slowing down.
I groan in desire. His big hands gently cup my breasts, as he caresses them along the bottoms. Even though my camisole, his touch is electrifying. I lean my head to the side and open my neck up to him. My left arm curls up and around his head to hold his lips to me.
“My God, I had no idea how truly beautiful you are,” Mike whispers into my neck. He slowly removes my camisole, while watching us in the dresser mirror.
I nearly shiver in anticipation and delight. His words ratchet up my desire even more. I pull my arm and hand from his neck. Then, I reach between us and take his hardness into my hand. He feels huge through his jeans. I squeeze gently, causing Mike to suck in a deep breath. I need to feel him against me, so I turn in his arms while taking a half step back.
I begin to unbutton his shirt; but, my hands are shaking so badly with excitement that I struggle to release the buttons. When I finally finish and slowly push the shirt over his shoulders, it drops to the floor and I almost gasp. Mike is an Adonis. His chest and arms are ripped and defined to perfection. He is not body builder huge, but there is no doubting the power he contains.
I’m inexperienced and I know it. I have only had three previous lovers. Without question, Mike is by far the most gorgeous man I have ever been with.
Beverly and I work together. I can’t wait to tell her on Monday what I have scored tonight. But, before that, I try to become Beverly. I try to remember all the things she has told me she does to drive men wild.
Mike seems like he is a skillful lover. I am looking forward to learning a great many things tonight. At the same time, I’m hoping that I can overcome my inexperience and please him. His shirt removed, I begin to kiss down his chest. Then, I start to slide my hand inside his pants.
“Not yet,” Mike says, holding my arm gently. He’s not allowing me to touch him. He pulls me to him and we kiss. I mean we really kiss. By the time our lips part once more, I am nearly dancing in anticipation.
Mike gently eases me to the bed. Then, he removes my boots, pants, and tiny panties. As I flip the linens back and settle in, I am so thankful that I decided to dress up tonight and wear something slightly sexy. It’s not something I always do.
Mike strips out of his shoes and pants. His manhood bounces temptingly close. I have never fellated a man, but I think I might try it tonight, if Mike is willing. Mike isn’t scary big, but I keep thinking about how he is bigger than anyone else I have ever had. As Mike settles on the bed beside me, I prepare to mount him. Suddenly, he stops me, once again. “Easy there, Tigress,” he says with a smile, as he pushes me back to the bed. “Are you in a hurry to get rid of me?”
“No,” I giggle. “Just in a hurry!”
Mike smiles. “Mmmm…just relax, okay? We have all night.”
I try to do as Mike says, but his very touch is like a battery. It charges me up and fills me until I am overflowing with desire and need. He snuggles in close behind me and tucks in tight in a spooning position. I can feel his hardness press
into my ass, as he gently teases my breasts. He slowly kisses my neck and shoulder, too. I can’t be still. I’m twisting and groaning, as he sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.
Just when I am about to scream in want and frustration, Mike begins to slowly slide down in the bed. He kisses my back as he moves. He moves from behind me and rolls me to my back, handling me like I weigh nothing at all. As he covers my body with his, I leap at his lips. I’m desperate for their touch. We kiss, as Mike slowly settles on me. Then, he breaks the kiss and returns to my neck. He kisses, licks, and nuzzles me there. Then, he works under my chin before slowly moving to my breasts. Regardless, his lips never fully leave my body.
I can’t stand it and I slither a hand between our bodies. I take his manhood and begin to slowly stroke him, just as his lips close around the nipple of my breast. I groan and shiver again, as more raw pleasure floods through me. Mike hasn’t even touched my most intimate place, yet; but, I can already feel an orgasm forming.
Mike gently tortures me with his lips and tongue. It causes me to hiss and moan, as I writhe under him. Never have I been as excited as I am now. Sex has been fun and I have enjoyed it, but for the first time I understand what Beverly has been going on about. I just needed the right man to show me how it should be done.
Mike leaves my breasts and begins to work his way down. He kisses through the valley of my breasts and slowly down my stomach. Much to my regret, as he moves lower, I have to release his manhood. As Mike moves ever lower, I begin to breathe harder in anticipation. I have had oral sex performed on me only once before and I didn’t much care for it. The boy was clumsy and inexperienced. I think of all my previous lovers as boys now, since Mike’s touch excites me beyond what I thought possible. As Mike weaves his magic over me, I am tingling in anticipation of the pleasures to come.
When Mike’s fingers and tongue begin to touch my most sensitive places, I simply can’t be still. My hips thrust of their own accord, as I jerk and spasm. Finally, Mike stops touching me. “I’m sorry!” I gasp, terrified that I have ruined the moment.
Mike moves, and then settles beside me. “Shhhhh…” he whispers, as he kisses me gently. “It’s okay. Let’s try this instead.” Mike rolls to his back and steers me over him. I think he wants me to take him in my mouth, but as I begin to turn he stops me. “No, this way,” he says gently, as he guides my knees over his shoulders. Now, I am crouching over his face on my knees.
Mike wraps his arms over my legs and draws me down tight. Only seconds after his tongue touches me, I am shivering through the most mind shattering orgasm of my life. I struggle to not wail. I hold my hands against the wall, while I battle through the crushing pleasure. I’ve had an orgasm before, even more than a couple of times. The others are like a candle to the sun compared to this one.
As the orgasm washes clear of me, I can feel myself relax. Mike releases me and allows me to fall to the bed. “Oh my God,” I gasp, as Mike moves to join me.
I see a small smile, as he settles on me once more. He gently kisses me, keeping the embers burning. We kiss, slowly. Our tongues lightly probe, as we suck softly on each other lips.
“Now, I know what Beverly means by the big bang,” I say between our kisses. Then, I begin to giggle before pulling Mike to me again. I feel giddy and alive. I simply must taste his lips again.
Mike smiles, as our lips part once more. “Ready to go again?”
“Yes, but first,” I say, as I turn in the bed and take to him into my mouth. It doesn’t take Mike long to figure out I haven’t the first clue what I’m doing; but, with his patient tutelage, I soon have him hissing in pleasure.
“Daisy, stop,” Mike says softly, as he carefully pushes the hair out of my face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, as I pull him from my mouth, still trying to learn.
“Nothing. But you’re going to make me come, if you keep it up. You’re, uh, a quick learner.”
I suddenly feel like the sexiest woman on the planet and I want more, so much more. Mike’s skills as a lover far surpass mine. I want him to teach me so I may please him as he has pleased me. I want him to show me all the ways a man may please a woman and a woman a man. I want to try new things and different positions. But mostly, I want him inside me.
I move so I am no longer draped over Mike. I offer myself to him, lying on my back and opening my arms and legs for him. I normally like to be on top. Tonight, to start, I want Mike to show me how a man makes love to a woman.
Mike moves to cover me with his body. Then, after a few misses, he finds my opening and slowly inserts himself. He fills me to perfection. I moan softly, as he slides through my wetness and the pleasures of man and woman pour through me. Having the edge of my need dulled earlier helps; but, the feel of our bodies moving together causes me to begin to tighten up. As Mike slowly and tenderly makes love to me, my body once again responds to his touch.
I try to hold out against my approaching orgasm. I want to peak with Mike, as he continues to move slowly and deliberately. He works to draw out our pleasure, but I can’t wait. I fall into another withering orgasm. This orgasm is even harder than my first one. As the pleasure pours through me, every nerve pulses with erotic energy. I begin to groan, while I push against the headboard with my hands. My back arches, as I try to drive Mike deeper into me still. I feel hot, like I have a fever, as my orgasm devastates me.
Mike begins to moan, deep and low in his chest, as my orgasm begins to release me. I haven’t the first idea of how to talk dirty. It’s something else for me to ask Beverly on Monday. I decide to keep it simple. “Come on, baby. Come on,” I coo in my best sex kitten voice, as I begin to thrust back, meeting Mike stroke for stroke.
I feel Mike shudder and groan. His once smooth, fluid thrusts become harder and faster, as he begins to settle on me more fully. I pull at him, tightening my grip. “That’s it. Harder,” I pant. I’m not going to come again, not this soon, but damn does this feel good. Mike shudders again, harder. Then, he stops his thrusting. Even as inexperienced as I am, I can recognize Mike is battling against his orgasm. I want him to come. My needs are already so well satisfied. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I beg.
Mike begins to thrust again, harder and faster than ever before. “I can’t,” he gasps. His voice is strained.
“Come on,” I purr. “I want you to come. Come on, baby. Come on…”
Mike begins to thrust harder. Then, with a gasp, he throws his head back, as he rises up on his hands. His face twists, as if in agony. Once again, he thrusts hard into me. It is the single most erotic thing I have ever experienced, watching Mike battle through his orgasm. His muscles flex, as he shudders and gasps. In the meantime, his release tries to tear him apart.
When Mike finally returns to himself, he looks into my eyes and smiles before lowering himself to me. Then, he takes my lips with his own. I hold him and stroke his back and head, as we bask in the glow of our passion. I want to cry and I don’t even know why. I have never felt as I feel now, so full of joy that I can’t contain it.
Mike begins to move. He tries to escape my embrace, but I hold to him. I’m unwilling to let him go. As he continues to try to free himself, I surrender my embrace. I don’t want him to think I am some clingy, insecure chick; but, I feel his loss almost immediately. As he flops to the bed with a great gasp of satisfaction, he pulls me to him and wraps me in his embrace. I go, thankful for the closeness. I had no idea that sex could be so powerful, so moving. I am unwilling to give up the closeness that I feel with Mike. I settle into his embrace. I’m warm and content in a way I can’t remember feeling in a very long time. While Mike draws lazy patterns on my back with his fingers, saying nothing, I slip easily into blissful slumber.
CHAPTER FOUR
I feel something touching my face, crawling on my lips. I brush at it with my hand, unwilling to give up the comfortable cloak of sleep. The annoying touch on my lips persists, dragging me up from sleep. As I struggle to wakefulness,
the annoying touch becomes something much more pleasant. The touch is Mike’s lips, as he softly kisses me.
“What time is it?” I ask with a groan and a stretch.
“Four-thirty.”
“Four-thirty?” I ask still trying to come awake. I’ve only been asleep for four hours and that’s just not enough. “Why so damn early?” I ask groggily.
“I have to report.”
“You said seven,” I mumble, as sleep drags on me again.
“Yes, but I promised you breakfast.”
“I know,” I say with a yawn and another stretch, “but how long does it take you to eat?”
“Depends on how long you can stand it,” Mike says, as he begins to tickle my nipple to erection.
Mike’s attentions are starting to bring me around and I snort out a laugh. “Mmmmm. I don’t know. Let’s find out.”
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