Grown Woman

by Jen Luerssen

  We sit on the couch for a while in comfortable silence just being with each other. Javi gets up and makes us some quesadillas out of leftovers and we eat and watch a movie. I want him so much it hurts, maybe more than my inflamed vajay right now. We make out for a while and I consider throwing caution to the wind but when he moves me so I’m laying on top of him I flinch at the burn I feel downstairs. Javi tries to be nice and not laugh at my self-imposed condition and I appreciate his restraint. For his efforts, I venture down his body and settle between his legs.

  I decide to tease him a little over his jeans and I get a positive reaction. I unbutton his pants and then kiss his boxer covered bulge. This also gets a good noise from him and a sexy ass hand threading into my hair. My view is stunning when I release him. Javi’s cock is a very good cock. It’s smooth, hard and definitely above average in size and girth. I’m not typically a size queen but it’s never a bad thing when it’s on the big side. Not only do I have this mouthwatering image but also his forearm as it flexes around my neck. I turn and give his arm a tiny nibble and he growls.

  Returning to my task, I grip the base of his cock and bring it to my mouth. He tastes like all man, no cool fucking breeze body wash here. I lick him from base to tip and then tease the tip by running my tongue under the ridge of his head. He lightly flexes his grip on my hair and I take his signal and go to town. I enjoy all forms of sex and BJs are no exception. My only issue is as I work on him, I find myself beyond aroused and I can’t ease my desire. I tentatively feel myself with my free hand and am still swollen and not in the good way.

  All of my attention shifts then to making this man come apart. I want to bring him as much pleasure as I can because I can. When he gets close, his grip tightens on my hair and I swallow him whole. I’m unbelievably turned on and still hate myself because I can’t do anything about it.

  I sit back on my heels and he sits up following me with his arm still tangled in my hair. He kisses me sweetly and passionately. “Christ, Diva, you are a goddess.” I whimper and squirm a little in discomfort. “Not doing well, are you?”

  “No, I’m suffering from lady blue balls.”

  “We can’t have that, can we?” he says and lifts me gently and stands me in front of him. He unties my robe and has my swollen, red and super angry lady vee in his face. He brushes an oh-so-light kiss on me and I whimper. “Poor Diva. That looks like it needs some air, come with me.”

  He leads me to my bedroom, takes off my robe and has me lay down on my back. “Stay put,” he says and leaves my room. I imagine that he’s currently making a beeline to the door and is hightailing it as far away as he can from my scary crotch.

  Instead, a few moments later, he returns with a spray bottle, a small personal sized fan, and a bowl of ice. This night just may be looking up. “This looks interesting,” I say.

  He chuckles, throws off his shirt, gah, and loses his jeans, then turns to me. “You look beautiful there in your bed. Can you hand me a pillow?”

  I shrug and chuck a pillow at him. Laughing he takes it and shoves it under my ass along with a towel. I stop laughing. “What is happening here, Javi?”

  “Well, I’m going to try to give you a touch-less orgasm. I’ve never tried it though so we will see what happens.” His eyebrows go up and he gives me a sly smile. “You game?”

  I nod and spread my legs for him. He flicks on the fan and holds it near my sore and aching vagina. Aching for him, for relief, anything. It feels nice and cooling but not orgasm inducing. He leans in and very lightly kisses the top of my clit and I shiver in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Jesus Joan Jett.”

  My eyes are closed when I feel the light spray of water to my irritated button. It feels nice but I’m not sure what he’s doing. Oh shit, he changed the spray from a mist to a more directed stream and hits me directly where I need it. I moan and close my eyes again. I hear the fan click into high speed and Javi holds it inches from me. The feeling is indescribable, he intersperses direct squirts of water to my clit with the wind of the fan and I quickly feel myself heading to orgasm town. Right when I feel I’m going to go off, Javi presses some ice to me and I burst into an orgasm so intense that I forget about my sensitive skin and clamp my legs together. There’s a slight burn but the pleasure is so extreme that it overshadows that.

  When I come back down to earth, he spreads my legs again and fills the cloth with ice and puts it on my poor vagina.

  “Wow,” I say once my breath slows. “Was that like a touch-less car wash?”

  “I don’t know, was it? Do you normally orgasm in the car wash?”

  “Hmm, no but that does sound interesting,” I say sleepily, the Benadryl and afterglow taking their effect.

  “Diva, everything you do is interesting.”

  In the Dark of the Night

  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and need to walk around, maybe read, play music or watch tv. My mom says I’ve always done this and it scared the crap out of them at first to hear me roam around, singing in the quiet of the night. Once I was old enough to not burn the house down, they slept through my nighttime wanderings. My dad says I’m part vampire and that’s why I thrive in the night. I’m petrified of blood though so I’d make a crappy vampire. The exceptions to these nights are when I’m stinking drunk or exhausted from something emotional or mental. I guess burning your sensitive lady parts with men’s shower gel doesn’t count.

  When I turn to sit at the edge of my bed, my phone reads 2:46 am. I get up and go the bathroom, thankful that my coochie is on the mend and there’s no burn or pain anymore. I flick the light on and inspect further, coming to the conclusion that Javi’s specialized vadge therapy has almost instantaneous results. I turn the light back off, wander into the kitchen, pour a drink of lemon water and take it to the window that overlooks a little of the city, but mostly the building a few houses down. It’s a rainy night and the wind is whipping it against the window pane.

  I lean my head on the cool glass and it comforts me. I’m aware of Javier the minute he enters the room. He slides in behind me, tugging me into him. We’ve created a close intimacy quickly and I think it’s because we are honest with each other and started as friends. His chest is bare and warm against my back. He’s still wearing his boxers but I can feel his erection poking my lower back. His one arm bands around my waist and his other grabs my water and puts it on the nearby side table. That hand comes back and cups a breast gently, his thumb grazing my nipple.

  My head tilts back and he kisses my California map, all the way down past the bridge, to the blackbirds on my clavicle. I try to turn but instead find myself pressed into the window. I feel Javier lose his boxers and so we are both bare and pressed together, his lips to my neck and my arms flat against the glass. I’m sure if someone could see us it would be pretty hot but the world is dark around us and no one is here but us. His hands are everywhere, my arms, sides, hips, ass, and back up again. He gives me a tiny bit of room so he can maneuver his hand to my front.

  “How are you feeling here?” Javi asks as he lightly moves his hand over my healed pussy. My answer is to push my ass into his erection.

  “Better when you touch me,” I pant out. “Don’t stop.”

  He doesn’t stop. He puts a little pressure on my clit with a finger and then moves so the heel of his hand replaces the finger. His fingers dips inside me, one then two, working me, playing me. I quickly feel like I’m going to come and I marvel at his ability to get me there so fast. I’m right there at the edge when I hear him growl a little in my ear, then his hand is gone. I hear the tear of a wrapper and he’s gone from my back. I turn to see him sitting on the arm of the couch, impressive erection in hand, with a condom on it. He gestures for me to come over and when I do he turns me back so I’m facing the window and opens his legs so I fit between. He returns his hand to my clit and then dips a finger inside me again.

  “You ready?” he whispers knowing that I am but checking anyway. I want to cry at the c
onsideration and tenderness.

  I nod and feel him adjust himself so he lines up with my entrance. He leaves it up to me to sink back onto him and I do, slowly, deliciously and pain-free. He stills me when he’s fully seated with his hand on my hips. I turn to look at him and smile. He returns my smile, kisses me full on the mouth then turns me with a hand to my back and starts to move me. I join in and start moving back and forth on his cock, hot and hard, everywhere. His hand, not on my back, eventually makes it way back to my clit. After about 30 seconds of his attentions there and his strokes inside me picking up the pace, I make some weird animal noise and pulse around him in ecstasy. He stands and bends me so I have to brace myself on the window with my hands and then proceeds to pound into me, one hand still working my clit. Then, I have an earth shattering, whole body shaking orgasm, not like any I’ve had before.

  He must have come too. I’m way too shattered to notice but he is still and making sexy man noises and kissing my neck. I stand up and he supports me by placing his arm between my breasts and cradling my neck gently. It’s a fuck hot move and with his forearms, it’s likely to send me to orgasm three. I feel him pull out and deal with the condom. Luckily for him there are tissue boxes everywhere. Paul and I like to have access to tissues if we need them for any orifice. I know, we are disgusting and I’m ruining this beautiful moment with talk of orifices.

  I’m dragged back to my bed where Javi tucks me into his shoulder, legs intertwined, arms around each other. He kisses my nose and I smile, feeling treasured. Sex with someone you love is always better than any other sex, and I do love him, not going to share that with him yet, but I do.

  “You are my favorite person,” he whispers.

  “Still?” I tease.

  He pulls me close so I can’t see his face. “Still, in motion, singing, eating, drinking, whatever state you are in, you are the only person I want to be around.”

  “That’s a really nice thing to say,” I pull my head back and kiss the side of his mouth. “I like when you’re in my state.”

  We kiss lazily for a bit, content and warm in his embrace. “Thank you for letting me visit,” he says and I melt into sleep.

  There are advantages to the eight-inch alarm clock. If it’s attached to someone like Javi, getting up is never difficult. Obviously, in the night, we separated because that’s what normal sleeping humans do but in that morning time, half conscious state, I’ve traveled back into his space. His arm drapes over my waist and his morning wood is knocking at my door.

  I turn to face him and then snuggle into his chest. His little pelt had grown on me and it’s soft and welcoming, like my own personal rug. “I like your sweater vest,” I tease and he grabs one of my ass cheeks, squeezing, then pulling me in so his dick is resting on my thigh.

  I kiss his chest and then find myself on my back, gorgeous, sleepy hunk of Colombian man pinning me to the bed. “You do?”

  I nod and tug lightly on his nipple. “So much.”

  He dips his head to kiss me and we get lost in one another again. I find the box of condoms he found in my bedside drawer last night, grab one, and put it on him with one hand. Then, I guide him inside me again. It’s slow, lazy, morning sex and it’s everything. He grinds his hips into mine and time is forgotten. I’m one with him, living in this moment, loving him.

  After a shower together, this time using my soap, for him too just in case it transfers and I’m not getting off his dick for a while. We slip into clothes and have a lazy morning. We drink coffee, flirt, have more toe-curling sex and then head out for the day. He missed a morning class but has another later so he takes me to school on the back of his motorcycle. Now that we’ve had sex and my vagina has hugged his body in more ways than one, I press myself as close to him as possible. It was an orgasmic ride, to say the least. Javier has turned me into this sex lamp. He can turn me on whenever he flicks my switch, or licks my switch. Or just looks at me, touches me or is in my vicinity.

  He parks the bike and I get off the back. “Did you just rub one off on my motorcycle?” he asks, devilish smile in full force.

  “Maybe.” I blush a little. “It’s a powerful force, you and this machine. Plus you’ve turned me into some sort of sex machine.”

  “Okay, James Brown, I’ll file that one away for later. Let’s get you to class.” He leans down and kisses me and click, the switch is thrown.

  Dark Corners

  I’m going to get us in trouble and I don’t give a Chuck Berry. We are in the science building, down a long hallway that has mostly offices. I’ve got Javi pinned against the deepest corner of the hallway. One day, I got lost and found all of these great, quiet places in the building. Until now I’ve only used them for personal space and studying. One look at Javi this morning in his relatively tight black jeans and gray Johnny Cash shirt and this spot popped in my mind.

  My hand is gripping him through his jeans and I’m swallowing his groans with my mouth. I can’t remember ever being this hot for someone.

  “I can’t remember ever being this hot for someone,” I admit, in between eating his face.

  “Same, I want you so badly I’m forgetting basic functions like dressing myself properly.”

  “What?” I ask but then soon get my answer when I put my hand down his pants to find him commando. “Oh, someone forgot their panties?” I tease.

  His hand immediately shoots under my skirt and he laughs, a sweet and sexy sound. “You too?”

  “They just get soaked through anyway when you’re around,” I say and he dips a finger into me to verify.

  He bites his lip then mine. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

  “Probably.”

  For once, Carol is on time and we are late. Javi and I didn’t get caught but it was close. He had my skirt hiked up and I had my hands on his bare ass. We were kissing and grinding, almost fucking when we heard a door being unlocked. Fortunately, the corner is pretty dark so when a professor stepped out of her office, she didn’t even see us. It was a sign though so we fixed our clothes and headed to class a few minutes late.

  “Nice of you to join us, Ms. Kiley,” Carol says, completely ignoring Javier in her reprimand.

  “Sorry, we got held up chatting with another teacher,” I say with a strong clear voice because I may be a tiny bit sorry but I’m no pushover either. I know that Carol is singling me out because of her own shit and I can’t really be mad at her, but I’m not going to let her walk all over me because she is miserable in her life.

  “Never mind, you’ve ruined my flow and we were having such a great discussion already.” Okay, I sit down knowing I’m just going to be her target. I’ll let her get it all out and then we can move on. Mike gives me an eye roll to say that it was nowhere near a great talk so far. He also looks at me and then Javier. We probably both look like we were just attacking one another. I almost don’t care, that’s how infatuated I am with him. Barely anyone else exists.

  We get through most of the lecture with the usual nutty Carol-ness and she lays off me a little. When she stops to give us a handout to work in partners, she stops behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder. “A word in the hallway, Ms. Kiley?”

  I feel Javier tap my foot with his and Mike drags his finger across his throat when she turns to walk away. I flip him the bird, stand up, adjust my skirt, and follow Carol out into the hall.

  The minute the door clicks, scary Carol comes out. “You’re never going to get anywhere in life if you aren’t respectful. You’re the worst student in my class and it’s a shame because I thought us women stuck together.” Obviously, her medication needs changing because I’m always respectful. I attend every GD class and I have gotten an A on every homework, quiz, and test we’ve taken.

  “Carol . . .”

  “Ms. Lee, please, you clearly need more formality,” says the woman in cords and clogs. “I see you looking down on me probably because I’m an older woman and can be intimidating.”

  I try again, “Ms. Lee
, if I gave you that impression, I apologize. I am very dedicated to this class and have an A average.”

  She holds a hand up. “How are you dedicated when you are late, don’t dress appropriately, and barely participate in class?”

  I’m at the end of my rope with this woman and pissed that she has any sway over my GPA. “There is no dress code, you told us not to ask questions and I was late one time,” I say calmly and clearly, refraining from bringing up her chronic lateness. I also refrain from the real anger I feel about the situation she has put me in.

  Leaning into me, I can smell the garlic on her breath. “Science is hard for women, wearing fancy clothes while practicing science lowers our credibility.”

  Internally, I debate whether this is the time to go on a rant about how women can dress however they want and to shame me is certainly not in line with the feminist sisterhood. It’s not. Carol, I’m sure, will laugh at any attempt I make to school her in woman-on-woman shaming. I mean, she didn’t hesitate to call me a hooker for wearing stilettos so there’s no reasoning with her.

  “I’d hate to have anything to do with lowering the credibility of women in the STEM field, Ms. Lee. I assure you it’s not my intention.” I try to be a tiny bit conciliatory but not sure I’m pulling it off.

  She nods, gives me another once over and goes back inside. I follow her and sit back in my seat, shrugging when both Javi and Mike gesture to Carol.

  The rest of the class is uneventful and I think the hallway visit with Carol distracted Mike enough that he probably forgot about Javi and my disheveled state when we came in. After class, we head to the coffee shop and order wine and beer instead of coffee.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever had a teacher that drove me to drink as much as Carol does,” Mike comments right before he takes a giant gulp of beer. “Please tell us, Lia, word for word, what she said to you.”

  I tell them in between big sips of my wine and they are sympathetic and willing to back me up if she messes with my grade too much. Luckily for us, everything is computerized and the record of my grades is locked in. I already took two screenshots on my laptop and my phone just in case.