Sinder 1: Experimentation

by Jane Devreaux

  I’m about to run away when the door opens on its own. There’s a stranger on the other side. She’s wearing a tank top and black leggings as if she was about to exercise. She’s slim and her long brown hair, that looks incredibly soft, surrounds her gorgeous figure. Her dark irises observe me amused and her full lips draw a strange smile. Her features are of astounding delicacy, almost childlike. Sandre has a sister?

  “Do you intend to come in some time?” She asks mockingly.

  The sound of her voice startles me. She’s not a stranger, she’s the rebel. I realize that up until now I only noticed her big killer’s eyes; without makeup she’s just not the same.

  That idiot could almost be beautiful!

  I’m still frozen on the same spot when she pushes me onto the stairs leading up and slams the door behind me. She’s taking me to her room? I suspect she wants to avoid having to introduce me to her parents but the house is unbelievably silent.

  She leads me to a small, surprisingly empty and white room; there’s nothing except a bed and a large mirror. This purified style, the same as on the ground floor, is not like her. There’s something really off about this house.

  “Is this your room?” I ask, still wondering what I’m doing here.

  “Posters aren’t my thing.” She simply comments.

  I observe her confused. Her, who’s not really her anymore without her smoky killer’s eyes and this room not reflecting any rebellion. I would like to know what the hell I’m doing here, but the many emotions showing on her face are unreadable.

  Are we going to work here? She doesn’t even have a desk. I lend an ear searching for some noise when she violently pushes me onto the bed. I collapse like an idiot, motionless. I’m sure I’m going to get it again and I’ll regret coming here, but I don’t say a word. This girl paralyzes me. She really has something that freaks me out. A wicked smile is lifting her cheekbones. She could almost be beautiful with this weird, kinky expression. Her hands slide down her leggings and slowly, the fabric falls down her thighs and silently crashes to the floor. She finishes removing it with her feet taking off her socks on the way too.

  “You’re crazy! What’s up with you?” I hear myself say, offended, while I can’t stop my eyes from running along her long thin legs and her small round ass.

  “You want me to stop?” She asks when her fingers have already revealed an ultra thin waist.

  I’m going to see her breasts! I can’t just tell her to stop now. I don’t believe this, is there a trap? Is she going to film it all? I look around the room. There’s nowhere to hide a camera. No, she has nothing to gain from this, in this kind of stories it’s always the girl who looks like a slut. But why would she do this for me? Maybe she too has hormone issues? No it can’t be!

  She’s unhooked her bra and her breasts are to die for. Amazing! Just the right size.

  “Can I touch?” I ask in spite of myself already approaching her.

  She smiles at me and suddenly I find her incredibly beautiful. I’m sure even Marcy isn’t this hot. Damn it, it’s my hormones talking again!

  Her breasts are soft and firm, just right. Her skin is of incomparable softness, so perfect, that I want to taste it. I bury my face in her neck and slide my lips down to her breasts. The feeling is exquisite and the pulsation in her chest motivates me to go on. She puts her hands under my sweatshirt and without thinking I take it off to make it easier for her. I’ve never been touched this way and I’d never have imagined it would have this effect on me. I already have a hard on. The touch of her naked skin against mine is to die for. It’s crazy!

  I suddenly realize we might not want the same thing, that I might be putting myself into a fucking mess. I pull away slowly. I don’t want to upset her. I’m not going to take a chance at messing up a totally unlikely physical relationship.

  “Maybe we should reach an agreement first?” I mumble, more than embarrassed.

  She lifts up her head to plunge her big dark eyes into mine. She’s so much less impressive without makeup and so much more beautiful.

  “You want rules?” She makes fun of me, sliding her finger behind the belt on my jeans. “Like what? Who brings the rubbers? You want to choose the position? You want to keep your socks on?... You want to make sure it’s only about sex, don’t you?”

  Here, she’s said it. In other circumstances, I would have found her exasperating, but here I have to admit that her honesty is appreciated.

  “That’s it!” I say, already regretting that I opened my mouth.

  Crap, she’s almost naked against me, I’ll soon be inside her and I take a chance at messing it up.

  What an idiot!

  “Do you really think I’m that stupid and could think there might be something else?”

  Now she has said this, it seems so logical. She’s probably not even interested in me. How could I be her type of guy? She only wants sex. It’s stupid, but a girl who only wants sex, it still seems weird. And like an echo to my thoughts she adds:

  “No feelings, no strings attached, only sex.”

  It sucks but I’m relieved. Josh, enjoy and stop cogitating.

  I plunge back to her neck, feast on her breasts. My hands wander down to the small of her back, to her hips and between her legs. I brush against her femininity through the lace of her panties.

  My God, I’m gonna do it!

  Her expert fingers outline the curves of my body, awakening all my senses. Holly cow, she knows her stuff! Her hands brush against my lower stomach and her warm breath caresses my agitated chest. As she skillfully unbuttons my jeans I wonder if Marcy would be this good at it.

  Marcy! Why am I thinking about her? What an idiot! And suddenly, as if it could change anything about my betrayal, I add:

  “No kissing on the lips.”

  Obviously, I really want to mess this up. She must think I’m the worst of virgins. Most guys would have already gotten to the serious stuff and I look doubtful like an idiot.

  I want her right now. I can’t take it anymore. Without waiting for her answer I grab her by the thighs and push her sex against mine. She wraps her legs around me and I know we want the same thing.

  Her heart is beating like crazy in her chest as I taste her breasts on the way to the bed.

  I gently put her down on the quilt. She’s not Sandre anymore, she’s not that bitter stuck up klutz anymore, she’s just a gorgeous girl giving me the most beautiful of presents. I’m consumed by desire and at this moment she could ask me for anything. I lie down on her letting my hands slide up her beautiful little ass. The warmth of her body, the touch of her skin are the most exquisite of all pleasures.

  9 — Sandre

  I can’t believe this.

  Josh is here, lying on top of my body. He’s naked and trembling with desire for me. I can’t help but smile like a little girl who has just been given a Ken doll.

  Fuck all those sluts from high school that would dream of being in my shoes. He might as well fuck them all after that, I’ll always be the first, the one he’ll never forget. I’m lying to myself when I think that’s why I’m doing this, but I’m not ready to admit I’m crazy about him. I’m not one of those klutzes falling for the handsome brainless athletes.

  But that asshole is so handsome!

  I enjoy his toned body brushing against me as if I was a small fragile thing. His lips taste every inch of my body, his gestures are shy and delicate, but I know he appreciates the moment. His chest moves up noisily and his eyes sparkle with desire. His fingers slide down my stomach barely touching my panties not daring to take them off. He’s taking his time to discover every inch of my skin, but I can feel that he’s ready for the next step. Our sexes touch through the thin fabrics of our underwear and I press myself against him unable to hold back a moan. I want to show him that I’m ready, that I have no doubts. I want him inside me as much as he does. The fear of the first time is nothing compared to the desire filling me up.

  The contact of our burning skins ma
kes my heart and body yearn for more. He growls in my ear and I understand that he can’t take it any longer. I slip my fingers between us to take his boxers off.

  He shudders and freezes as he pulls away from me. He looks terrified and really disappointed. I’m sure he’s thinking about Marcy. He’s going to do it, he’s going to leave me here like an idiot, with my pussy on fire. I hate her. Fuck I hate her! How did I end up in such a situation? Fuck, he wouldn’t be here if she was able to take care of her boyfriend!

  He’s going to leave, I can feel it, he’s going to leave!

  My heart stops beating when I imagine him ready to run away, mortified.

  “I don’t have a rubber.” He ends up saying in panic.

  I let out a sigh of relief and a stupid smile lights up my face. I dive my fingers under the bed and randomly take one of the many colored packs that I put into a cookie box. His turn to give me a kinky look and with an expert gesture, he takes off his boxers and presses his over excited body against me, pulling the quilt over us. He leans to my breasts and explores the sensitive tips with his slightly open mouth. His wet kisses consume me and I moan pressing my hand against the back of his neck.

  This feels so good!

  I start to wiggle like a poor tapped creature, without really knowing why I’m doing this. His fingers wander to my waist and slowly slide my panties down my hips. He comes back up and looks at me like a kid who really wants to play. His tool caresses my pussy while he playfully looks at me. This guy for sure knows what he’s doing.

  As he plays with my desire, he grabs the small colored pack that I’m still holding in my hand, tears it with his teeth and puts it on as if he did that frequently. That asshole too did practice!

  As his hands climb up to my lower stomach he pays a short visit to my pussy and I shiver from pleasure.

  “For the next step I’ll need some help.” He whispers to my ear.

  “OK, but don’t be harsh.” I threaten, challenging him with my dark irises.

  “I’m a gentle guy young lady.” He mocks me swaying his hips on my completely naked body.

  I shiver at his words; it’s as if he was offering me more than just sex.

  It’s silly but I thought I would be terrified, when I have never been this sure about something. I slide my hands down his chest and linger on his toned abs and the base of his sex, before guiding the beast to the entrance of Ali Baba’s cave. He growls and in one hip movement gently slides inside me. An electric wave runs through me. I couldn’t tell if it’s pleasant or painful, but I’m too excited to hang about over this. I feel him hesitate as a groan escapes his throat. I put my fingers on his firm buttocks to lead him slowly. I want him so much that my parts open up to him in a deliciously painful sensation.

  His eyes are deep in mine as if he wanted to read in me. He smiles at me as he starts a back and forth movement, making me shiver from pleasure. I follow him in his dance that quickly takes up speed. My whole body seems to appreciate this exquisite well being and our breathings speed up in unison. He moans and his warm breath caresses the base of my breasts. I feel his limbs tremble against mine and I understand that this idiot is ready for the grand finale.

  I abruptly stop and keep him motionless, pressing my hands against his fit hips. He freezes.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asks me suddenly worried.

  “It’s not a sprint but a marathon. I you leave me on the start line I promise I’ll get my revenge.” I threaten him.

  I’m really serious about this. He stares at me unable to hold back a laugh. And he’s making fun of me on top of it!

  “You’ll excuse me, but I’m new at this.” He says as he starts a slow and deep back and forth movement. “Better this way?” He adds with eyes full of malice.

  I simply nod and try to hold back a groan for an answer.

  Fuck, that’s so good!

  I guide his movements by pressing myself against him and our bodies start swaying rhythmically in harmony with each other. Our hearts beat in unison, our moans echo each other and I can feel my whole being go up in flames as he gently chews on my earlobe.

  “I thought we had to take it slow.” He whispers to me, suffocating. “At this pace I’ll not last long.” He adds still mocking me.

  His hips start to sway deeper and muscles I didn’t even know about start contracting at a frantic cadence as I abandon my body to an immense wave of pleasure. “Oh my God, what are you doing?” he says in a groan that surprises me.

  A shiver runs trough him and after freezing for a moment, he collapses onto me, short breathed, his heart beating against mine. I feel so good. I’ve never been this relaxed. My hands slowly climb up his back and his shoulder blades and I make the most of his immobility to explore his perfect body one last time.

  His cell phone starts to scream loudly, bringing us both too fast back to reality. He tears himself away from me to get the thing out of his jeans’ pocket and I can’t hold back a groan of disappointment.

  “Crap!” He whispers while answering.

  He sits on the edge of the bed, takes off the rubber and I hear him answer, as I contemplate his bare back. “Sorry mom, I forgot to tell you. I’m at Steve’s…yes I’ll have dinner here…Yes mom…see you later… Ok. Bye.”

  He throws the cell phone on his clothes, scattered across the floor and turns back to me with a big smile. “Thank you. It was…there are no words to describe it. Great, exceptional, awesome…” He says.

  “Are you leaving?” I cut him short, dreading his departure, even though I shouldn’t.

  I mean nothing to him. Why would he stay?

  “I thought maybe we could do this again first.” He says, a kinky expression lighting up his beautiful face.

  I can’t hide my joy. He liked it, no, better, he’s asking for more. I jump up and say:

  “In the shower, you up for it?”

  I turn the water on and he follows me under the steaming stream. My shower is huge, open to the rest of the bathroom. It’s not the best if you want to avoid splashing water all over, but at least it’s not cramped.

  I fill the palm of my hand with shower gel and start rubbing it over his already wet chest. He shivers, surprised, and gives me a salacious smile as he steals the bottle out of my hand. Gently, he spreads the cool and perfumed product over my breasts, goes down to my stomach as my fingers slide down his back and slowly arrive to his butt. Without any embarrassment, he ventures between my legs, staring at me with a kinky expression. I give him the same defying look and go after his tool, making the shower gel foam around his already erected penis. He growls and pushes me against the still cold tiles and lets his mouth travel down my neck. I press myself closer to him and push him against the opposite wall. I can feel his smile on my neck as he grabs my butt and lifts me up to him. I shiver as I feel him harden between my legs. It feels so good!

  With one hand he grabs a condom and I stare at it startled. Where was he hiding this one? I can’t hold back a laugh when I see the electric purple color of the thin plastic.

  “That color suits you very well.” I mock him as I watch him dress the beast.

  “Well, everything suits me.” He answers pulling me against his wet chest.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and he traps me between the wall and himself. I pant, my eyes half closed, savoring his intoxicating touch. I twist my fingers in his hair and get down to his neck while he feels my hips and ass. After enjoying it for a while, I slip a hand between us to guide him into me. He groans on my neck as he slowly penetrates me. I answer him with a moan and he carefully gets into motion, with deep and generous movements. His heart is racing against my breasts and he moves a little faster, encouraged by my pounding heart. He suddenly stops, his whole body tensed against mine, I think there’s a problem and give him a questioning look, but he just gives me a proud smile.

  “You see, I’ve learned my lesson.” He teases me, slowly lifting me up.

  “You are a fast learner.” I compliment him, pran
cing about for him to begin his dance again.

  His lips stretch with lust and his beautiful face dives onto my breasts while his hands gently caress the small of my back. I shiver as the exhilarating sensations fill my stomach. I feel the orgasm come as he suffocates from desire. Our bodies get carried away one more time in deep, languorous movements and he collapses against me. He’s so heavy that he’s all I feel, his shaky limbs, his irregularly convulsing lungs and his fast breathing, pleasantly cooling my cheek. I could stay like this for ever, even though the tiling is too hard and too cold to be comfortable.

  After a deliciously endless moment, he slowly pulls away and puts me back on the floor. He still has his silly expression yet he’s never looked as beautiful as in this moment, his wet hair is a mess and water is dripping down his neck.

  “How do you do that amazing thing at the end?” He asks raving. “It’s…Wow!”

  “It’s called an orgasm.” I answer, a bit mocking.

  “Well, I want more of it.” He says kissing me on the cheek.

  I can’t hold back a delighted smile as he rinses himself under the tepid stream of water.

  “I wish I could stay longer,” He tells me maliciously, grabbing a towel hanging on the rack, “but I’ve to go.”

  I do the same, observing him as if he was made of candy. This guy might not be mine, but I’ll always be his first and he’ll always be mine, and just for that I’ll never regret what just happened. I grab some panties and put on a clean white, way too big for me, shirt, while he gets dressed with such flexibility.

  “I’ll walk you to the door.” I tell him, getting in front of him on the stairs.

  “Tomorrow we’ll try to work on our presentation.” He says as he picks up his jacket and his bag.

  I observe him as he walks to the door and our eyes meet. He stops in his track and seem to be admiring me as if I could be his type.

  “You’re really hot.” He suddenly drops at me, leaning in and softly touching my lips with the tip of his own.