Susie put her arms around me as she kissed me, still moving slowly up and down, taking her time. It felt too good. How could she not feel something for me as she does this? To me, it was 'I never want to let you go' sex.
She stopped kissing me and started to move a little faster. Then she abruptly stopped, her eyes wide with fear.
"You're not wearing a condom!" she screamed.
"No, I guess I'm not." I had forgotten. Maybe if I had sex more often I would've remembered. I wanted to fuck her so much I forgot about the details. "Why didn't you say something?"
"I don't know. I guess I forgot. I never forget...." She seemed confused as her voice trailed off. She pulled herself off of me and reached into a drawer in her nightstand. She moved some things around and said "Here we go!" as she found a condom.
Susie tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth and gave me a big smile. She sucked on the top of condom and used her mouth to unroll it onto my penis. Nobody'd ever done that to me before.
After the condom was safely in place, she got back on top of me. She moaned as she took my cock inside of her. "I'm sorry it doesn't feel as good, sweetie." I felt her tighten her pussy again. I'd always heard women could control those muscles but I didn't believe it until she came along. "You never know.... maybe sometime we can do it without one. It was kinda hot to live on the edge."
Her body was heavier than the waif-like girls of my past. It felt so good riding my cock. Susie wasn't huge. But she was full-figured and sexy as hell. I wished I could freeze time and have her ride me for an infinite amount of time. It was all I could think about when we were in the coffee shop. The real thing was a million times better than I imagined. I loved the feel of her skin on my skin. Her round, slightly plump stomach against my hard stomach. Her creamy, ivory thighs on my dark, muscular thighs. Her large breasts rubbing up and down my chest as her body rose and fell.
My arms were around her, holding her close to me, guiding her up and down slowly. It felt like she wanted to speed up but I wanted to savor the event and enjoy it as long as possible.
"It feels like your dick is massaging my pussy," she whispered. Damn, she always knew the right words to say.
We went on like that for a long time, maybe a half hour. Maybe longer. It felt so good I wanted to cry. I wanted it to last as long as possible. But she started to move faster. And this time I didn't slow her down. The faster she moved, the faster I needed it.
My arms were around her, my hands on her ass. She squealed and grinned when I gave her a light smack.
I held her cheeks in my hands and moved my thighs up to meet hers, faster and harder. She bounced just like I’d fantasized. It was too good to watch for very long. Suddenly I required a more forceful motion than the slow, steady pussy massage I’d been giving her.
I stopped. "Turn around and get on your hands and knees." Without hesitation, she obeyed my command.
As soon as she was in position, I put my hands on her waist and rammed into her with all my strength. She screamed "Ty!" and arched her back as her pussy tightened around me. I lost all control when my groin hit her supple ass. I loved fucking that fleshy body of hers. I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time I’d have her in that position.
Her ass was toned with a little extra padding. It jiggled a little each time I hit it. I grabbed her hips and pounded her, hard. She sounded like she loved it as much as I did. She moaned or screamed each time I entered her. I smacked her round, gorgeous cheeks a few times, which made her add a "yeah" to her moans. Sometime when I'm not so eager to fuck her like an animal, I'll take her over my knee. I wondered if she’d be into that.
Like the night before, I was shocked at how long I lasted. She started to yell "Ty!" again. I knew it was only because she couldn't get out both syllables of my name. I was going at her so quickly she didn't have time.
I started to come. I screamed her name as I felt myself let go. When I looked down and saw her ass jiggling because of my force against her, I came again. She was so soft and easy to fuck.
I stopped and sat back behind her, dripping with sweat, trying to catch my breath. She quickly turned around and sat on her knees in front of me on the bed, smiling.
"You. Are. Fucking. Amazing. Tyler." She pronounced each word like it was a declaration to be etched in stone. She stared at me like she couldn't believe I was real.
"Thank you." I could barely get the words out. I felt like I'd just run a marathon.
She laughed, then caught herself. "I don't mean to laugh at your expense. You were working so hard." She looked at me with mock sympathy and slowly ran her hand through my hair.
I wanted to laugh but I was still catching my breath. I smiled and winked at her. I didn't mind the workout one bit.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." She kissed my cheek, then hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. My eyes stayed on her naked body. I was afraid I was already obsessed with it. It had become the ultimate symbol of sexual pleasure to me. She was the hottest thing in the world.
A few minutes passed and I was able to breathe normally again. I was confused about why it took me so long to recover, since I was in pretty good shape. Then I realized it was because I wasn't used to having a woman around who I could go at like a jackhammer. Damn, I hope I get to keep her around.
She came out of the bathroom with a towel and floated across the room to hand it to me.
"Just in case you need to dry off a little," she said. "Looks like you're doing better now."
"Yes." I took the towel and dried my forehead. "I gotta get in better shape, I think. Maybe you can help me with that?" I sounded lighthearted but I was dead serious.
"Mmm… that might be fun. Don't forget about Saturday.” She winked.
"Trust me, I won't forget." I quickly gave her a peck on the lips as I slid off the bed to go to the bathroom.
When I came back a few minutes later she was on her back under a sheet. Her pretty head lay on one of her fluffy pillows. I crawled into the bed beside her and put my head on the other pillow, laying on my right side to face her.
"You're addictive, you know that?" I asked.
She grinned and turned her body to face me. She bit her lower lip. Damn she's beautiful.
"Well, you're not exactly going to be easy to give up either, Tyler," she said. She sounded a little too breezy to me.
I couldn't tell if she was trying to be funny, or flirt, or if she was totally serious. I didn't know what to say, but what I did know was I didn't want her to give me up.
"Well.... if it's not easy then why would you want to give me up?" I asked, trying to mimic her carefree tone.
"Oh, sweet Tyler," she drawled, taking a deep breath. She looked like she was going to say something, then became completely silent and traced the muscles in my arms with her fingers, mesmerized.
I really needed help with her. I planned to call Joan as soon as possible.
I heard her stomach growl. A second later, mine growled.
"Sympathy pains," I told her. She giggled.
"You must be hungry. I'm sorry, I'm so rude. I didn't even think about it. Those taco's you ate earlier are probably long gone."
"I don't think I've seen you eat at all,” I said.
"Yeah, I guess I forgot. That happens. So, what do you want for dinner?" Her eyes perked up.
If I hadn't been so hungry I would've said "you". But my body needed food, especially after that workout. "What are my options?"
"Well, I could make something." She winced at the prospect. "I don't have anything good in the house that isn't frozen solid. Or we could get dressed and go somewhere."
"Go where?" I thought it might be nice to go someplace with her, kind of like a date. But I instinctively knew I shouldn't torture myself. Especially after her nonchalant comment about giving me up.
"I've been craving some pancakes from this diner across town for days. You know that truck stop by the outlet mall?" she asked.
"No, I'm pretty sure
I don't."
"Well, do you like diners? Greasy food? Truckers?"
"Absolutely, yes."
"Okay then!" She bounced out of the bed and bent over to pick her clothes up from the floor. It was a lot of fun to watch. "I'll drive. I think you'll like this place. I almost never see any other students there. I like hanging out with the town folk." She looked at her alarm clock. "No wonder we're hungry. It's already 7 o'clock."
"Damn, I fucked you that good for at least an hour and a half?" I asked, proudly. I got out of the bed and picked my clothes up off the floor.
"No, sweetheart, you wrecked my ass. I'm surprised I can walk." She flashed me a huge smile and blew me a kiss as she pulled her jeans up.
She made me melt inside, saying things like that. Shit, I'm perverted.
"You know, darlin', I can take it easy on you if you can't handle it." I laughed.
She walked over to me wearing only her jeans and a bra. "Not on your life." I had just pulled my boxer shorts back on. She put her arms around me and stood on her toes to kiss me. I reached down and gave her a big kiss, tempted to throw her down on the bed for another round. But my stomach growled angrily at me again, warning me to eat before I had another go at her.
Her phone rang in her pocket. I pulled away.
"Shit! Not now! I thought I turned this thing off. I know that ring. I'll be a couple minutes." She left the room. A moment later, I heard her walking downstairs.
Now's my chance to call Joan. I didn't have much time. I hoped she wasn’t the person who just called Susie.
I threw my clothes back on. I didn't know I could get dressed so fast. I found my phone in my pocket and looked at my missed calls for Joan’s number.
The phone rang three times. Don't go to voicemail, don't go to voicemail...
"Hello? Tyler?"
"Yes. She just left the room. I need your help." I tried to be as quiet as possible.
"Oh! Okay. What is it?" I was glad she sensed my urgency.
"I don't know what to do. I know I can't tell her I want a relationship just yet.”
"Yes."
"But what do I do? We were in bed just now and I told her she was addictive. She told me ‘it won't be easy to give you up either'. Is she already tired of me?"
"What was your response?"
"I asked her why she’d wanna give me up if it won’t be easy. She just said 'oh, sweet Tyler' and rubbed my arm.” I was shocked at how much of the conversation I remembered. And also mad at myself for acting like a woman again.
"Shit. I'm not sure what that means. It doesn't sound good." She paused. Hopelessness crept into my head. But then she continued. "This is the best I advice I can give you--don't come on too strong. Don't tell her you want to be her boyfriend. It will scare her off. But don't go along with the dumb shit she says. If she says something about giving you up or whatever, just play it off like you did before. You asked a question and she didn't know how to answer it. You didn't say 'don't give me up.' You said 'why would you want to give me up?’ which was brilliant.”
"You really think that’ll work?"
"It's worth a shot. Honestly, I can't tell you how to get her to be your girlfriend. I can only tell you where other guys have messed up before. She usually seems to like a guy until he tells her he wants a relationship. Don't act jealous. Don't ever ask her who she's talking to or what she's doing."
"She's on the phone downstairs with someone right now and I have no idea who it is. You're saying I shouldn’t ask her about it?"
"Exactly. You need to do to her what she's doing to you. She plays hard to get without realizing it. She's just doing it naturally. It makes guys chase her. She's a conquest. But she really is hard to get. She’s not playing."
I thought about it for a second. Is that why I like her so much? I'd heard about that before. Boy falls for girl because girl read a horrible book about rules....
"Do you think that's why I like her?" I asked. "Because she's hard to get?" I was asking myself the question more than I was asking Joan.
"Could be part of it, I don’t know. She acts cold and aloof, like she could go about her life without you and she wouldn't miss you. But it's not an act. She has some issues, our Susie. But I think you like her because she's super cool and you have amazing sex."
I laughed, loudly. I hoped Susie didn't hear me downstairs. "Yeah,” I said. "You're probably right. I knew I loved her before we even got started last night."
"Whoa! Love? Already?"
"I didn't mean to say that." I felt really stupid all of a sudden.
"I don't think you love her yet, Tyler. It's not possible. You only just met her. There's a lot more to her than the magic pussy."
I laughed again. Shit, she's gonna hear me.
"Yeah, she does have a magic pussy. But I felt something for her before that."
"Oh, Tyler...." Joan sounded exasperated to me. "Oh, sweet Tyler," she said, echoing Susie's words to me earlier.
"Shit... I know. I know. I get it. Look, Joan, I want her. Maybe it's not love, yet - I don't know. But whatever it is, I want her. It feels like I've been hit by a truck. This has never happened to me before. Never."
"Okay." She sighed. "Just do what I said. Don't ask her to be your girlfriend. Act like you're just along for the ride."
"All right." I heard her walking up the stairs. "Gotta go."
"Okay, bye!"
I wanted to talk more, but I was encouraged. And I had a plan of action, or rather, inaction. I just needed to act more like Susie.
Shit, I really did feel stupid. Was I overreacting about my feelings? Another guy caught in her trap, a trap she was only subconsciously aware of setting? Maybe I already saw her as a challenge. But how could that be? I only started hanging out with her the day before. She hadn’t had the chance to turn down a date from me, or act like she was busy when I called, or drop hints about having plans with other people--all the stuff girls normally do when they’re trying to play hard to get.
I won't analyze it right now. I'm just along for the ride.
She came back to the room, still wearing only a bra and jeans. I liked that she seemed so comfortable around me.
"That was Aunt Lydia." She took a deep breath. "She's been trying to get up with me for days. She wants to make sure I'm still alive and I haven't burnt the house down or something." She pulled her shirt over her head, then looked at herself in the mirror above her dresser.
"I need to find another shirt,” she said. “There's a weird stain on this one. I promise it'll only take a minute. My stomach is roaring at me."
She walked past me to the other side of the room and opened a door to the biggest walk-in closet I'd ever seen.
"Damn! You could live in here!" I followed her inside.
"Yeah, maybe." She quickly moved some of the hangers around, making angry noises at each article of clothing. "I need to go shopping. I hate everything in here."
I saw a pink V-neck sweater. It reminded me of what she was wearing when I met her the day before.
"What about this one?" I asked, holding the sleeve.
"Hmmm… haven't worn that since last winter." She walked over and took it off the hanger, examining it for a second. Then she pulled it over her head. "I hope it's not too tight."
"So what if it is?" I asked, admiring the way the material clung to her breasts. "You're gorgeous. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
"That's really sweet of you."
I couldn't tell what she meant about the sweater being too tight. Maybe she'd gained weight since the last time she wore it. I dared not ask. It didn't matter to me. I started to realize she wasn't really heavy. Yeah, she was a little fluffy compared to some of the other size zero college girls. But she seemed to have a lot of admirers, including myself.
Susie ran past me, out of the closet. "I have to look at this in the bathroom. Give me ten seconds!”
I caught a glimpse of a pair of pants on top of her hamper. I picked them up to see the tag, out of curios
ity. It said size 12. Not that it meant anything to me. I didn't know women's sizes. I just wanted to know more about her. Then I saw a bra and picked it up. It said 36-DDD. Yeah, I knew those were triple D's. I smiled proudly.
I let the clothes fall back to the hamper and walked quickly to the bedroom door just as Susie was coming out of the bathroom.
"Sorry to hold us up. First Lydia, then my sweater."
"It's good you have family looking out for you. Do you have anyone besides her?"
"Yeah." She motioned for me to come on. I turned out the light in the bedroom as we left the room to walk downstairs. "Lydia, Mark, and Eugene on my Mom's side. Lydia's my Mom's fraternal twin. On Dad's side there's Arthur and Bernadette. They all call to check up on me once in a while.”
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