Thou Shalt Not

by Jj Rossum

  Thankfully, I was taller and had spent years running for baseball training. I began to make ground on her.

  She glanced behind herself as she ran and let out another startled scream when she realized I was much closer than she expected me to be. She tried turning on the jets, but I was still gaining on her. I reached my arms out and grabbed hold of her shoulders.

  “Help,” she yelled to no one in particular.

  We were both breathing heavily, and when she turned around to face me I pushed her down onto the sand.

  I knelt down between her legs and put a hand on each one.

  “These things sure do move quickly.”

  “That’s not all they do.”

  She leaned up and grabbed the neck of my shirt, pulling me down toward her.

  I hadn’t kissed a girl on the beach like this since I was in high school. There was something sexy about it: lying in the sand, waves crashing at the shore, not a soul in sight.

  We rolled around in the sand for a while, kissing, touching, breathing heavily. A couple of people even walked by, but we took no notice.

  Finally, we stopped after I rolled her onto her back and sand fell off of my arms and onto her face.

  She playfully made spitting noises trying to get the sand out of her mouth, acting like she was drowning under a pile of it.

  I stood up, and then reached out my arm to help her up.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I said.

  We walked back hand in hand, without a word, and shook off most of the sand that covered our bodies before we got back into my car. But anyone who has ever visited a beach knows that no matter how hard you try to get rid of any and all sand from your person, you will somehow miss a significant amount. And it always ended up on the floor of your vehicle. This proved to be true once again.

  I began to drive back in the direction of both our houses.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  I wanted to take her to my house. I wanted her in my bed tonight. And tomorrow. And next week, next month. I wanted her.

  “Do you want me to take you home?”

  “No,” she said.

  She placed her left hand over my right one, which had been resting alone on the center console. Then, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest. It looked like she wanted to take a nap.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she said, eyes still closed. “Don’t drive me home tonight.”

  There may have been stop signs and red lights on the way back to my house, but I don’t remember ever seeing any of them. All I remember was the warmth of her hand against mine.

  I parked the car in the driveway, and when we got out, we both instinctively brushed any remaining sand off of our bodies. She walked around to the front of the car, and I took her hand and led her to the door.

  When we got inside, I walked her into my bedroom and closed the door. I’m not sure why I closed it—it wasn’t like we needed privacy. But I did anyway.

  She stood in front of me, looking up at my eyes. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. Her arms went around my waist and we stood there, holding each other.

  The clock on the dresser flashed from 11:10 to 11:11.

  “It’s 11:11,” I said into her ear. “Make a wish.”

  She looked toward the clock, and then back to me.

  “I did,” she said.

  “What was it?”

  “Please, like I’d tell you and risk it not coming true.”

  I lowered my hands and grabbed under her arms, lifting her up off the ground. Her long legs wrapped around my waist as our mouths opened. The moment our lips touched, it was as if I had been struck by lightning; the jolt of electricity was so potent. It was wet and frantic and sexy.

  Her arms were now around my neck and my hands were holding her around the waist, her body still straddling mine as we stood in the middle of my bedroom. Her lower half was slowly grinding into mine as we kissed. I was throbbing. She could feel it.

  She hopped down, and her hands immediately were at my belt. She had the belt off and my jeans at my feet in seconds. She grabbed me hard through my boxers.

  “Damn,” she said.

  I grabbed hold of her tank top and pulled it over her head, forcing her to at least briefly let go of my cock. She wore a white bra underneath.

  I bet myself that she was wearing matching panties.

  I kicked my jeans aside and grabbed the hem of her shorts. I kneeled to the floor and took her shorts with me, sliding them down her perfect legs.

  Matching panties.

  “God, I can’t wait to taste you,” I said.

  She moaned.

  I picked her up and carried her to the bed, lowering her down onto it. She tried to remain in an upright, seated position, but I kissed her and pushed back on her shoulders until she was lying down. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I hooked my fingers around the waist of her panties and pulled them off, making sure to run my fingertips all the way down the length of her legs. Goose bumps erupted across her skin. When her panties were off, I spread her legs, pulling her toward the edge of the bed, toward my mouth.

  I kissed her thighs, alternating legs as I slowly worked my way down. She squirmed ever so slightly as I got closer, teasing her, but wanting so badly to get there myself. Teasing shouldn’t work both ways.

  My mouth was almost there. I kissed the smooth flesh around her, tracing the outer edge with my lips. Her back arched, and she tried sliding her body over, forcing my mouth onto her. But I grabbed her legs and held them firmly, continuing to kiss around her. She moaned.

  “You’re a damn tease,” she sighed.

  “No, ma’am, I’m not,” I said between kisses.

  “I thought I told you...”

  I cut her off by sliding my tongue into her, slowly, and then licking all the way up. I circled her lips with my tongue once, from the top all the way around and back to the top again. Then my tongue was back into her, slowly licking up. Circle, lick. Circle, lick.

  I could have done this forever.

  “You taste good,” I said, after leaving my tongue inside her a little longer than before.

  I continued to lick her, taste her, enjoy her perfect wetness. She didn’t get quite as wet as Holly, but she tasted like candy and I was okay with that.

  I like making women moan. She was whimpering a little, but not nearly as loudly as I wanted her to be, so I added my index finger, slowly sliding it into her, and then back out, mimicking what I would be doing to her soon. My tongue and lips never stopped moving. I bent my finger at the knuckle and made a circular motion. I grinned when her legs tensed and she raised herself up on her tiptoes.

  I added another finger, my tongue now focused completely on her most sensitive part.

  “Fuck,” she said, lacing her fingers in my hair. “Ahhh…”

  Then: “I want you inside me.”

  I was already hard, ready to be inside her. But hearing her say that somehow made me even more aroused. I felt like a fucking porn star.

  I wanted her to finish.

  My fingers continued to penetrate her as I licked and flicked and sucked and twirled my tongue around her. I reached my fingers deep inside her, exploring. It didn’t take long for me to find her G spot. As soon as I did, her thighs clenched inward and my face was firmly stuck between them. I couldn’t imagine a better place to be stuck. She arched her body off the bed, but I never lost contact with either my fingers or my tongue. They followed her in whatever direction she went.

  Her breathing became quicker. Her thighs clenched. I didn’t stop.

  She let out a louder, long “Ahhhhhh” and her whole body convulsed on the bed.

  April lay still for a moment. I wanted to keep going, so I licked a few more times before I kissed around her, and back up to her thighs.

  “God in heaven,” she said.

  April sat up in bed, pulling my face up toward her. We kissed, hard. I was sure sh
e would be able to taste herself on my lips but it clearly didn’t bother her at all.

  “Stand up,” she said.

  I obeyed, and she dropped to her knees in front of me.

  She pulled my boxers down, and my dick bounced out, throbbing. Whenever my boxers were pulled down like that while I was erect, it always reminded me of a diving board after someone jumps off. It went down, shot straight up, and then settled back into its erect position.

  “Oh my god,” was all she said before taking me into her mouth.

  I decided very quickly that, yes, I was now indeed a fan of blowjobs.

  April went slowly, like she was savoring something delicious. Her eyes remained closed, not looking up at me, not looking around. Her sole focus was on what she was doing with her mouth. I wasn’t the type to ever finish from oral sex. I think it might have happened once, in high school. But if I hadn’t mentally gone to a non-sexual place, I would have finished within three minutes. When I tried to distract myself from finishing, I always imagined being a fan at an hours-long soccer match, the game stuck in a 0-0 tie. This might be exciting for some people, but soccer makes me want to stab my eyes out.

  Thankfully, I didn’t lose my erection during this mental torture. Her mouth was too good to lose it.

  I wanted to be inside her.

  “Get up,” I said.

  I don’t often make it a habit of pulling a woman up off the ground, especially when they have my dick in their mouth. Teeth scare me. But I reached under her arms and pulled her up to her feet. My hands made their way down her back and unclasped her bra. She lowered her arms and it fell to the floor between our feet.

  I once read a famous author describe a female character naked. She was tall, and the author had made a point to mention that tall women never had large breasts. Doorknobs, I think he called them. But he also praised them, saying more than a handful was always wasted anyway. Or, maybe it was more than a mouthful.

  I stepped back to take in her body. Her legs were long and toned, clearly an area she took pride in. Her stomach was flat, yet bore the signs of bearing two children. This made her even sexier to me. Her breasts weren’t large, but they weren’t doorknobs either. She would be more than a handful, even for my hands, which weren’t small.

  I took a breast in my hand, and kissed all around the flesh of it, avoiding the nipple. Men who rushed straight to the nipples didn’t understand a woman’s mood, or her body. Her skin was so soft, and she tasted a little like the beach to me. It was intoxicating.

  As I explored her breasts with my hands and mouth, her left hand stroked me, slowly, making sure that erection of mine wasn’t going anywhere. She had nothing to worry about.

  I could feel myself getting closer once again to finishing.

  God, what was this woman doing. If there was anything I was known for in the bedroom, it was my ability to have marathon sessions. Women never complained, but quickies were few and far between. Just having her hand on me made me shudder and need to control myself.

  After I had my fill of her breasts, I stood upright, her hand still stroking me.

  “Now.”

  I laid her back on the bed and knelt between her legs, which were spread open in front of me. I had never wanted a woman this badly in my life.

  I leaned forward, and slowly entered her. The first moment of sliding into a woman is the greatest single feeling a human being is capable of experiencing. It was warm, and it was wet, and it was welcoming. With April that was magnified. It felt like I was stepping into a hot shower after being freezing cold.

  I slid all the way in, listening to her breathing get heavier, then her moan loudly when I was fully inside.

  She looked up at me, her eyes wide.

  “Oh my god,” she said.

  I gradually picked up speed as I worked my way in and out of her. Very gradually. This wasn’t the time for wham bam, thank you, ma’am, although if I wasn’t careful and focused, this would be the shortest sexual encounter April had probably ever had. I was fighting myself to keep from finishing within the first few thrusts.

  She reached up and pulled me toward her, taking my lips full on with hers. It was a wet, passionate kiss. Not aggressive, but intense.

  I could feel her nipples brush up against my body as I lay over top of her.

  “You feel...”

  She cut me off.

  “So do you.”

  We were going faster now. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, enabling me to go even deeper.

  She grimaced.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, thinking I had hurt her.

  “No,” she said. “It hurts. But it’s good.”

  I continued, but slowed my pace ever so slightly. Then, I leaned back on my legs, pulling her up toward me without slipping out of her. I positioned her in my lap, and her legs wrapped around me once again, like the world’s sexiest hug. We were face to face.

  “I wanted to do this the first time I saw you,” I said. I have no idea why it came out, especially not then. But it did.

  “I know,” she said, smiling. Then she kissed me again as she rocked back and forth on top of me.

  She nestled her face into my neck, and we continued rocking.

  God, I could do this forever—be inside her, be one body.

  Maybe I should have said that to her. But, I didn’t.

  She broke the passionate silence, her voice slightly muffled as her face was still in my neck.

  “I knew you were trouble from day one.”

  Then she bit my neck and laughed.

  I pushed her back onto the bed.

  “Trouble, huh?”

  “Oh yeah,” she winked. “Please don’t punish me.”

  Then she picked up a pillow and whacked me across the side of the head. Her reflexes were lightning quick and I never saw it coming. I think my mouth even dropped open a little in shock.

  I grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her knees. I was inside her before she could say another word.

  “Fuck,” she yelled loudly as we did just that. The headboard was hitting the wall forcefully, each thrust harder than the one before it.

  As I watched myself go in and out of her, it dawned on me that this was the first time I had seen her ass.

  God, it was spectacular.

  I slapped it, out of instinct perhaps. I’m not really sure. I can’t say I had ever really done it before to anyone.

  “Again,” she said loudly.

  Well, fuck.

  I did it again.

  “Harder.”

  I obeyed.

  She moaned in ecstasy. I had heard of women who enjoyed being spanked. I guess it was mildly appropriate that a teacher would.

  I did it again.

  She spun her whole body around quickly, showing off those reflexes.

  She was on her hands and knees, staring at me. Then she took me into her mouth once more, this time tasting herself for sure.

  Her mouth was tightly sealed around the end of my dick. Her left hand took hold of the shaft and began stroking, very quickly. It was basically a handjob with warm suction on the end. This was a new experience for me. And it was amazing.

  I was getting very close to finishing. She smiled as she watched my facial reaction, going faster as she could tell it was coming quickly.

  Guys should never ask a girl if he can finish in her mouth as she is giving him head. You should have either discussed it before, or you should not so subtly let it be known that you are close to being done. A woman who knows what she is doing should be able to read you. But even if she can’t, a few seconds warning gives her time to do what she wants to do with it.

  When I told April I was getting close, she let go of my shaft and took me all the way into her mouth. No woman had ever taken all of me that way. I’m not sure many could. It was April’s very clear sign that she wanted me finishing in her mouth.

  And I did.

  She took me by the shaft again and slowly slid me out of her mouth. She
licked the rest off the tip, making sure she had gotten everything. My body was shaking.

  “God, April...”

  She smiled, and fell backwards onto the bed, stretching her arms and her legs out. She was stunning, face flushed, hair tangled, body glistening with sweat.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I said, not lying in the slightest.

  I laid down next to her, on her right side, and pulled her toward me. She rested her head on my chest.

  “I have never cheated on my husband before,” she said.

  I froze for a moment. This wasn’t what I was expecting her to say.

  “I never thought I would actually be able to bring myself to it,” she continued.

  What could I possibly say here? Well, I’m glad you finally decided to?

  “But, the day I met you, I knew there was something different about you. I don’t know how. But I did.”

  “What do you mean, different?” I said.

  “Guys are creeps, Luke. Most of them just want to get into a woman’s pants and we can tell right away. Most of the time, that is enough to keep us away from them. A few nights a year, it is actually appealing.”

  “Was this one of those nights?”

  She propped herself up on her right elbow and looked at me.

  “You aren’t paying attention,” she said, like I was being scolded. “Every woman wants to be wanted. But, I was never going to cheat on him just so I could have sex. If I was like that, I could have cheated on him dozens of time. But I didn’t.”

  “Then why me?”

  “The day I met you, I saw you check out my wedding ring. I saw something in your eyes.”

  “You noticed that?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did you see in my eyes?”

  “Respect.”

  “Respect?”

  “You saw that I was married. And you were respectful. But it didn’t change how you treated me, or interacted with me. It was like we had known each other for a long time, the way we bantered.”

  “Are men not respectful when they see your ring? When they know you’re married?”

  “Not usually. Some just don’t bother talking to you anymore. Like they just wanted an easy lay and when they find out there are complications to their plan, they move on. And others wind up seeing it as a challenge. As if they somehow need to prove they are more macho and alpha than the guy you’re with. But you...you saw that I was married and you treated me like we had been friends forever. You were welcoming, and helpful, and kind, and funny. And I told myself I wanted it to end up like this.”