by M. E. Nesser
I felt that rush toward orgasm coming strong, so I had to warn her, “Unless you want me to explode in your mouth, you may want to stop. I am seriously close to losing it.”
“Then lose it,” she prompted.
“Are you sure? Not all girls like having guys come in their mouths.”
“I’m not any girl. I’m your girl, and I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get to taste you,” she said. “Don’t hold back, Bryce. I want you. In my mouth. Now.”
That was all it took. She sucked harder, grabbed my balls, and I came in her mouth. It was incredible. As I squirted, she kept sucking and swallowing. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Katie responded like she really enjoyed it. I didn’t even notice right away that she was playing with herself as she sucked.
“Hey, Kitten, did you come with me just now?” I asked her.
“Of course I did. That was so freaking hot. I hope you let me do it again.”
“It would totally be my pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like that in my whole life,” I told her.
“That’s how I felt when you went down on me, Bryce. Maybe we should find a way to do it to each other at the same time. That would be the ultimate,” she offered.
“I think I may know a way,” I said.
37
I never knew what people meant when they laughed about the number sixty-nine, but now I did. It was so much fun. I loved sucking on his body while he did the same to me. He’d put his fingers inside me while I’d dig my fingernails in his ass. We both lost it so quickly the first time that I begged him to do it again. I couldn’t get enough. At the rate we were going, we were never actually going to go all the way. The other stuff was so much fun to do.
Even though we had a lot of fun making out, we spent a lot of time doing other stuff as well. I loved hanging with his friends and watching sports on television with them. Scott and Jimmy were my two favorite friends of his, and they always made sure I felt like part of the group. Bryce and I liked watching football on Sunday’s over at Scott’s house. He had a “man-cave” in his basement where they’d get together and watch the games. I was glad that they included me during their “male-bonding time.” It was getting close to the playoffs, so every game seemed to be the most important game of the season. One Sunday, Bryce and I went to a New England Patriots game with his dad and brother. That was really fun. My dad was a big New York Giants fan, so I did grow up watching football on Sunday’s. I had never been to a professional game before. It was fun going in person. I didn’t like how cold it was though. I guess that’s part of living on the East coast.
Christmas was right around the corner, and I was dreading it. Bryce had a squash tournament in New Hampshire, and my folks were taking me to St. Thomas for the holiday. That meant we were going to be apart for almost two weeks. During that time, we wouldn’t have any way to communicate with each other. It seemed like an eternity to us, but once the holiday was over, we’d have the entire spring semester and summer before college.
As soon as I got home from the Christmas Holiday, I called Bryce. He answered right away.
“Hey, B. Miss me?” I said to him in the sexiest voice I could muster.
“More than anything, Kitten. Can I come over?” he asked me.
“Of course. My mom had to go the office, and my dad’s visiting his mom at the nursing home and then going grocery shopping. I should be alone for several hours.”
“On my way,” he said quickly and hung up.
When I opened the door, Bryce was running from his car to the front steps. I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. I needed Bryce more now than ever. Bryce shut the door with his foot and carried me into my bedroom. I reached down and locked my door with my free hand and started to rip at his shirt. I needed to feel his skin against mine. I removed his shirt and lightly bit at his nipples. He always loved it when I did that, and I couldn’t get enough of how hard I could make them. The sounds that came out of his mouth were so primitive—it made my body ache for him.
He reached down and took my shirt off. As he rubbed my breasts through my bra, I knew I needed to feel our skin touch. I reached behind my back to unhook it, but he stopped me. “Please let me do that. I’ve been waiting for two weeks to take your bra off.”
So I let him take off my bra. The way he threw it across the room was so hot. As he kissed my face and my neck and my boobs, I reached down and started unbuckling his jeans. I couldn’t get his zipper down, so he let go of me with his left hand and helped me out. I reached my hand inside his boxers and started to rub him up and down. It was hard, and the more I touched it, the harder it got.
He kept one hand behind my head, and his other hand reached inside the front of my yoga pants. I could feel his fingers touch me so lovingly. He circled my clit and then separated my lips and stroked the inside of my slit. Slowly, he put one of his fingers inside of me. It made me gasp with pleasure. I squirmed under his touch; I wanted more than his fingers inside of me.
“Take them off,” I begged of him.
“Your pants or mine?” he asked.
“Both. I need you so badly,” I panted.
First, he helped me out of the rest of my clothes. Then he stepped back and took off the rest of his. I stood there in awe and just stared at his chiseled body. He was so fit and so sexy; the sight of him naked made me wet. The way he looked at me was so intense. His eyes kept roaming up and down my body, and neither of us could speak. As we stared at each other, I couldn’t help but notice his throbbing penis. I needed to touch it.
So I did.
38
I couldn’t wait to see Katie again. Our time apart was the longest two weeks of my life. I couldn’t believe it when she called to say that not only was she home, but that her folks were out. I couldn’t get to her house fast enough.
The passion between us was electrifying. If I could have eaten her entire body, I would have. Everything about her tasted amazing on her. I couldn’t believe how sexy she smelled. I could have exploded just by nuzzling her neck and smelling her delicious scent. She was soft and warm and sexy—and all mine.
I couldn’t believe it when she reached into my pants and grabbed me without any hesitation. She had gotten pretty bold, and it turned me on like crazy. It felt so amazing, especially after going two weeks without her. As she stroked me, I couldn’t help but get harder and harder. I was afraid I’d explode all over her hands, so I tried to distract myself by reaching into her pants and feeling her body. If anything, that made it worse. She was swollen and wet, and I knew she was pulsating as hard as I was.
When I stuck my fingers inside of her, I thought she was going to combust. But I wanted more. And then she asked me to take our clothes off.
“You sure about his?” I asked her.
“More sure than anything in my whole life,” she panted.
“Should we use a condom?” I asked between kisses.
“I don’t see why—we’re both virgins, and I’m on the pill. Honestly, I want to feel you, not some rubbery thing. I’ve waited months for this. Can we please stop talking? I want you inside of me. Now!”
So I continued kissing her and crawled on top of her body. I used my legs to separate hers and nestled between them. My body was rubbing against her lower stomach, and we were sucking face like we were in survival mode. And we were. I wasn’t exactly sure how this was going to work, but I couldn’t wait to find out.
She bent her knees and whispered, “Please, put it in.”
Now was the time. I lifted my hips, grabbed my penis, and aimed it toward her. I started out really slowly, because I didn’t want to hurt her. I had put several fingers inside of her when we fooled around to open her up, but I didn’t know if that was enough.
As I started to go deeper inside her, she let out a cry. “Does that hurt?” I asked.
“A little. Keep going. The pain will pass,” she reassured me.
“If it doesn’t feel good, tell me. I’ll stop
. I’d never want to hurt you,” I said to her.
“Stopping is the only thing that can hurt me right now. Please, put it in me. Deeper.”
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It hurt at first, but I craved that intimate connection with him, so I didn’t care. The feeling of his penis inside me made me feel things I’d never thought I’d feel. It felt like heaven. The sensations that passed through my entire body were almost too much to bear.
“Harder,” I begged him.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’m sure. I’m ready,” I told him.
He didn’t have much finesse, and it didn’t last very long. But that didn’t matter. It was still incredible. Bryce thrusted his body into me over and over again until we both screamed with the most intense orgasms of our lives.
When we finished, he collapsed on top of me. “You OK?” he asked me.
“Never better,” I told him.
That was the truth. I liked having sex with him. In fact, I wish he didn’t need time to recover, because I already wanted to do it again.
“Do you think you’ll need much time to recover?” I asked him shyly.
“Why’s that, Kitten? You want more?” he asked me.
“I do. I think I could do that all night long.” I admitted.
“We don’t have all night, but I’ll do my best to make you happy again.”
40
We were ready to have our third round of sex when Katie asked if we could change positions. I liked how bold she got when she got horny. It made things so much more fun.
“I’m game to try anything with you. What’d you have in mind?”
“Well, I wonder what it would feel like if I was on top of you.”
“I don’t know. I know I’m pretty heavy, so maybe it will feel different. I think we should try it out.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
She started kissing my neck and saying naughty things in my ears, and I realized that I didn’t need a long recovery time at all. She acted like she knew what she was doing, so I let her take control. It was a new sensation, and I couldn’t get enough. If Katie wanted her way with me, I would do anything to show her how happy it made me.
She had me on my back and was kissing me all over the place. She kept traveling up and down, and I was dizzy from all of the amazing sensations running through my body. All of this foreplay was totally killing me.
Then she did it. She climbed on top of me and slowly lowered her body onto me. It was the coolest feeling in the world. The deeper she sat on me, the crazier I felt. I wanted to grab her hips and slam her up and down, but I knew this was her chance to be in control, so I held back.
She started dancing up and down on me. She started out slowly at first, but as she got more riled up, she started moving faster and faster. It felt like she was milking my penis, and I couldn’t get enough. She was completely dominating me, and I loved every minute of it. I had to concentrate on making it last. I didn’t want to spoil it for her. Her boobs bounced as she moved up and down, and the sight of them made me feel intense stirrings all over my body. When she dropped her head back and moaned, I thought I was going to lose it.
“Katie, baby, I don’t think I ’m going to last much longer,” I told her between ragged breaths.
“That’s OK, baby. I’m almost there. Let me ride you. It’s the best ride of my life. God, it feels so good to be on top.”
That took us both over the edge. We both came violently and loudly. When the tingling sensations passed, Katie collapsed on my chest and started to giggle.
“That was fun,” she said.
“That was more than fun,” I replied.
“I can’t wait to do that again,” was the last thing she said before we both fell asleep.
About an hour later, I could feel Katie jump out of the bed and yell.
“Holy shit, B, my dad’s going to be home soon. We’ve got to get dressed. You’ve got to get out of here. Oh my God, we can’t let him find us in here,” she said frantically.
“Hey, at least he approves of me as your boyfriend,” I said hoping to calm her down.
“He won’t like you if he finds us in here!” she said.
“Believe me, I sure as hell don’t want him to find us locked in your bedroom either. That would totally change the way he feels about me. Go see if there’s any signs of him,” I suggested.
Katie ran out of the room and checked the house and the garage. She came back and told me the coast was clear. We scurried out of her room and into the kitchen. I knew it would be best if I just left.
“See you later, Katie,” I said to her as I kissed her one last time on the lips.
“Bye B. This afternoon was amazing!” she beamed.
“Yea, it was. I’ll call you later.”
“See ya.”
41
The spring semester was amazing. We both had rigorous academic schedules, but we made time for each other whenever we could. Sometimes we’d fool around in his car. If our parents were out, we’d meet at one of our houses. We’d find secluded spots all over the city to get together and do it. It was so exciting. We could never seem to get enough of each other’s bodies.
Just thinking about Bryce turned me on. I was always baffled as to why anybody would need lubricant: Bryce made me so wet, my juices would drip down my leg before he even entered me. Why would I ever want anybody else?
As the summer approached, we both focused on getting jobs so we could save some money for college. We had both been offered kickass scholarships. Sadly, they were at different schools, but we weren’t worried about it. At his point, our relationship was solid.
When summertime came, we were able to see each other almost every day. Bryce’s parent’s had a summer cottage they shared with his Uncle Chuck that they went to almost every weekend. Chuck was his dad’s oldest brother. His wife had died of cancer a few years ago, and he hated being at the cottage alone. Since Bryce’s dad was pretty handy, his brother said they didn’t have to contribute anything to the place financially as long as his dad helped him fix the place up. It needed a desperate paint job inside and out and the front porch stairs were falling down. Bryce would join his folks periodically at the cottage to help his uncle out. Chuck loved having the company. He had been married a long time, and he was having a tough time dealing with his wife’s death.
Bryce had a lifeguarding job on the weekends, so his parents understood why he had to stay at their house in Connecticut and not go to the cottage on the weekends. If he did decide to go to the cottage to help out, it would just be for an afternoon.
The arrangement couldn’t have been more perfect. Every weekend, I would either spend a Friday or Saturday night at Bryce’s house. My parents were trying to give me some leniency with regards to curfew and sleepovers, because they knew I was going to college. At this point, they knew Bryce and I were I love. They also knew we were sexually active. When my mother asked me about it, I couldn’t lie to her.
“Are you still taking your pill on a regular basis Katie?” she asked me one afternoon while we were prepping dinner.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because it won’t protect you against pregnancy if skip a day or don’t take it around the same time every day,” she explained.
“I know, mom. The doctor told me I needed to be very strict about taking it every day. I have been. You don’t have to worry. I don’t want a baby yet. It would screw everything up right now,” I told her.
And this is how I admitted to my mother that I was sleeping with Bryce. It wasn’t half as awkward as it could have been. It actually was a relief to tell her. She was very matter-of-fact about the situation, which I was very grateful for.
Bryce and I had the most incredible summer. We spent a lot of time with friends and an even greater amount of time alone. We would hang at my friend Todd’s place at the beach with my group of friends. We’d play volleyball with his friends or go to concerts with them. No matter what we did, we
always seemed to have a good time. When we were alone, neither of us could seem to get enough. We tried every sexual position possible. Bryce even bought a book that offered more ideas of positions we could try. And we did. I loved the reverse cowgirl. I loved playing with his balls while I sat on him and rode him. It made us both so horny. We were lucky we were alone in the house so no one could hear us scream. Screaming was a big part of it. There were so many feelings radiating through our bodies that we couldn’t help but scream. Sex was probably the most awesome thing in the entire world.
42
Summer was coming to an end, and both of us had started to prepare for college. We were buying stuff for our dorm rooms and finishing our summer assignments. I couldn’t believe that I had to say good-bye to Katie.
We were going to be far away from each other, and neither of us was allowed to have a car, so we knew we weren’t going to be able to see each other for a few months.
“I think we should see other people,” she blurted out one day.
“Why, are you tired of me?” I implored.
“No, silly, but we aren’t going to see each other until Thanksgiving. And maybe we should see what else is out there…”
“You want to sleep with other guys?” I asked her, dreading the answer.
“Not really, but I don’t want to go the next three months without having sex. Since we were both virgins when we hooked up, maybe we should find out what we’re missing. If we’re meant to be, we’ll end up together in the end. It makes sense, doesn’t it?”
“I guess so,” was all I could say. But I couldn’t believe it. The thought of Katie having sex with someone else made me angry. It made me crazy. I didn’t want to sleep with other girls. I only wanted to sleep with Katie. Why was she saying this? Wasn’t I enough for her? I felt like I was going to cry, but I put on a strong front so I didn’t look like a complete pussy.