by Ethan Egorov
I drive the few miles to the place I saw on Google maps. It’s a lakeside creek that looks secluded. There’s a gazebo type thing in the field by the stretch of water. It’s nice, if people are into nature.
“This is so beautiful. You searched this place too?” she giggles, walking out in front of me to explore.
I smile to myself, “Yes, this was all me.” I follow her to the gazebo that I already set up, before I went to get her.
“You did all this?” she looks around at the blankets set up on the floor, facing the quiet water and trees.
I step close to her, “You said you like being outdoors sometimes.” I answer. She said it in passing but still.
She smiles up at me, as if shocked that I was listening in the first place.
“Thank you.” She wraps her arms around my waist, pulling herself close to me. I smile and hold her close too.
“Anything for you, angel.” I lean in and hover my lips over hers, before her eyes flutter closed and she kisses me.
Her lips are always so soft, its effortless to kiss her because it just feels right. I deepen it immediately, my tongue swiping over her lips and swirling with hers when she lets me in. I spread my hands over her hips and squeeze her ass, she moans against my mouth and grips me tighter. Things move so fast, my head nearly spins, but I keep going.
She kisses me back hard, her fingers lacing up in my hair and holding me in close, I turn my head and lift her, moving us to the blanket. It’s so soft I barely feel the ground. She sheds my jacket and trails her hand down my arms and across my front. She toys at my buttons but doesn’t undo them. I keep kissing her until we need air, I smooth my lips over the blush by her ear before I pull back. Her smile is soft, her eyes boring into mine as I grin back.
“Spencer, I—” she breaks off, her chest heaving with her breath.
I lick my lips, “We don’t have to Jeannine.” I grin at her.
She shakes her head, “I want to.” She leans in and kisses me, I kiss her back as she wraps her legs around me too. I’m losing a lot of self-control the further this goes along, but I’ll take her word for it.
“I didn’t think I was a sex on the first date kind of girl.” She giggles against me.
“Technically it’s the second.”
12
Jeannine
I was surprised Spencer did all this for our date. I mean, I hoped it would live up to my expectations of a first date, in fact it surpassed them. He was as sweet as I thought he would be, if not more. It’s why I found it so much easier to fully give in to him. If it was any other guy, I wouldn’t be laying down outside under the sunset, ready to go all the way with him.
I giggle at thinking of it like that, but it really is what is happening. He looms over me, his warm scent and killer smile taking over, but I know that I am thinking clearly about how much I want this. I kiss him back, eagerly, hoping he doesn’t think differently of me. I know he thinks I am some innocent girl, heavily guarded, but I don’t want to be, at least not anymore. Not with him.
“How is the second date?” I ask him between kisses.
He feigns thinking, his brows shuffling. He licks his lips and grins at me.
“I only said second to make you feel better, but technically we can count our drive-in dinner.” He chuckles. I smile at him even trying to make me feel better at all.
“Whatever, I don’t care.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, sliding my tongue against his lips.
His body is pressed tightly to mine, and his lips are so warm it doesn’t make sense, soft too. Even as he kisses me harder. I get past my nerves and start undoing his shirt, sliding my fingers between each button as I go along. His chest is hard from muscle, warmth floods my fingers as I feel his heart beat over mine. I know it should feel weird, undressing him, but it doesn’t. Not even a little.
My heart beat turns erratic when his hands come up under my shirt and rub my bare skin. Even the parts of me that I don’t necessarily like, he doesn’t seem to care about. Between kisses, he lifts me up and takes my shirt off. The weather isn’t cold at all, but I shiver from the excitement. His eyes rove over my skin, the strapless bra I wore sits low on my chest, pushing up my breasts. He runs his fingertips over the curve, pressing against my skin, then he moves down to the buttons of my jeans, undoing them and sliding them off. My blue panties match my bra, and he gazes at me like it’s the first time he has seen me.
“What?” I ask nervously.
He shakes his head once, “Nothing. You’re just so gorgeous.” He smiles at me, and it’s so genuine I lose myself in it.
“Thanks,” I don’t really know what else to say but that seems good enough. He laughs at me and lays his body back over mine, kissing me again.
I take his shirt off, trailing my hands down the hard muscles of his arms, reveling in how good he feels. He is so undeniably sexy it doesn’t make sense that he would want me, but he does. Clearly, from the feeling of him pressed against my inner thigh. My heart patters again, flying up into my throat. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my jaw and against my ear. I try to undo his jeans but my fingers fumble so much it takes forever, I laugh to myself and he lifts off me to kick them off with his shoes. I run my bare feet over his calves as he continues to kiss my neck, finding this spot that makes me mewl. Right below my ear, his tongue suckles the skin and starts making a hickey I know will be there for days. His warm hands slide down my back, undoing my bra strap. My breath hitches but I force the discomfort away as soon as it starts to feel good. His chest against my bare breasts is warm and hard, my nipples rub against him and start to harden even more. He continues working at my neck, his other hand slides down my body and flitters across my panties and I start to really come alive down there.
“Spencer,” I gasp, turning to him.
“Hm?” he starts kissing down my neck, trailing over my breasts. When he closes his mouth around my nipple, flicking his tongue against me, I shiver with the new feeling. It’s not like touching myself at all, I feel new things as he continues and alternates between them both.
“That feels nice.” I giggle.
He chuckles once, continuing. He kisses down my naval too, and I focus on the blocks of wood on the ceiling instead of watching him… do that. My panties slip away, and he smooths his hands down my legs before coming back up. His hands close around my inner thigh and push them apart, his warm breath hits my swollen clit and I moan aloud.
“Look at me angel,” he murmurs against my inner thigh.
I take a deep breath, then look down to find his intense eyes looming at me. After a second, I just look in his eyes and all my self-consciousness goes away. I just look at him and know that it’s going to be okay. That it’s perfect. I smile, and he presses an open kiss to me, his tongue following after.
“Oh god,” I cry out, latching my fingers in his hair. That sensation is so new, so… different. His mouth on me like this. I have never done anything like this, with anyone, and I am glad that he is my first in that regard. The others just went straight to condoms and penetration—now he is offering me pleasure and focusing on only me.
“Spencer, don’t stop—oh my god.” I start to lose it, when his tongue flicks faster and he suckles my folds against his lips. He groans against me, the vibrations running through my body. I clutch his hair harder, my thighs trapping him in, and I know that I am so close I can taste it.
He doesn’t stop, not even a little. I start to feel my climax running up inside me, stretching all over my body, and pooling right at my center. I get so wet, I can’t believe it, but he drinks all of me up like he is the hungriest man on earth. Hungry for me.
“Holy hell Spencer, that was amazing.” I breathe heavily. His lips leave me, and travel back up my body, the wetness making me cold to the air. I’m completely naked, and he still has his boxers on, so I feel over exposed. I reach for them and watch as he kicks them off.
My eyes widen at his cock; it’s hard and huge…
the biggest I have ever seen, and hangs heavily between his legs, a groomed area of dark hair.
“My eyes are up here angel.” He chuckles, wiping around his mouth.
I grin at him and pull him close, kissing him. I can almost taste myself on him and it sends excitement down my spine, pooling at my center again. My pussy gets so wet, I feel it dripping.
He kisses me harder, his tongue swirling over mine. His hands slide down my body, and stop at my clit, rubbing against me. I moan against him, already on the edge again. He slides two fingers into me, curling upwards. I rake my nails down his back from the feeling, digging in when he adds another finger and stretches me wide.
“Spencer, please—I need you.” My desire starts to speak for me and I barely recognize myself, but I’m not really complaining.
“I’m getting you ready angel,” he murmurs against my lips, smiling.
I grin back, “That’s a bit arrogant isn’t it.” I giggle. He pumps me with his fingers again and my laughs die down to moans of want and need for him.
I mewl with disapproval when he leaves me entirely, starts digging in his jacket. He reappears with a gold wrapped condom and smirks at me. Kneeling between my legs, he rolls the condom on and I watch with rapt attention.
“You were prepared for this,” I comment.
He looks at me passively, his eyes more attuned to the rest of me. “I hoped for this.”
“Me too.” I giggle again, staring at him.
He leans back over me and cups my breasts with his hands, kneading the heavy flesh. I used to feel self-conscious about them being bigger than other girls’, but not now, the way he is touching me. His cock lays against my clit, rubbing between my folds. He groans, his eyelids fluttering closed as he continues. He opens them only to look at my breasts, as he rolls them together, suckling the flesh and leaving marks for sure.
“Can I say these are my favorite part of you? Absolute favorite.” He kisses me again, harder and with more passion than ever. It takes over me, so much I hardly notice when he starts to enter me. I feel it when he is fully inside me, he is bigger than he seems and it stings like it’s the first time at first.
“Yes, you can…” I moan when he is fully seethed inside of me.
He grips my hips harder as I wrap my legs around him, opening myself up to him. It feels better than I could have imagined, his body against mine is perfect, like it belongs there. I feel connected to him on a bigger level and I don’t know why, but I know that I don’t want to fight it. He pulls back to look at me, right in my eyes, and I beam at how happy I am in this moment. And then he starts to move.
Oh god, he moves and it feels amazing. He fills me up so completely, and it feels so undeniably good I disappear to a place that only has us. The warm air cocoons around us, the energy we exert sheening our bodies with sweat as we writhe together. I lift up my hips and meet him thrust for thrust, feeling his body closer to mine with every step. He holds me so close there is no space between us, and it does feel like more than sex with him.
“Fuck angel, you’re so tight. Feels so fucking good.” He kisses me, his tongue swirling around mine and I kiss him back hard.
I clench around him as I feel myself close. He moves one hand to hold my breast again, resting there as they bob with his thrusts. My body has a mind of its own, falling into another orgasm before I can even see it coming. He moves into me harder and faster, really starting to fuck me, and I feel myself close to another one. Somewhere in all that he still focuses on me somehow, circling my clit with his thumb to bring me to another one. This time we come together, and it’s the most delicious thing ever, us coming together.
He cinches his arms around me so tight I feel every tendon of his muscles clenching around me, and I feel his cock twitching as he comes, the heat of it through the condom as he buries himself inside me.
I kiss him again, this time it’s slow and soft pressed, just us feeling each other move. He slips out of me and I moan from the loss, my body starting to calm itself down. but felt so good, I don’t know how I could ever relive it except to do it over and over again, this man might have made me an addict for him.
“You okay?” he whispers, cupping my face with his other hand.
I touch my hand over his and nod, smiling up at him. His face is flushed, hair messier than before and lips colored—he looks absolutely edible. I nod at him, confirming silently.
“How many of those condoms did you bring?”
13
Spencer
I’m certain I’ve turned Jeannine into a sex addict but I don’t think I care. She felt so good, my brain is practically mush now. I haven’t been with anyone like this before, that it felt like more than sex. I’m falling for her already, and I don’t know what to think about it yet. Only that I don’t necessarily mind.
“I might have more than one.” I answer her, kissing her below her ear. “But I’m a man, I need time you know.” I chuckle.
She rolls out from under me, and we reposition so she is half laying on my chest. I move one of the spare blankets over us as she sighs.
“Yes I know, from movies and stuff.” She giggles.
I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo.
“From movies?” I chuckle.
“Yeah, from movies. That’s as far as my experience goes.”
“But I thought—” I tilt her head to look at me and she nods.
“My first time lasted less than a minute. I’m choosing not to count it sometimes.” She smiles sadly.
“That’s just disappointing.” I answer, but glad I made it last a hell of a lot longer than a minute. It’s a practiced skill.
“It was, but this was nice.”
“Just nice?” I tease her.
She lifts her chin on my chest, her other hand toying with my hair.
“That’s all I can come up with for now. My brain is fried.” She snuggles up against me, her breasts mashing to my chest, and I feel my body reacting to hers already again.
“I hate to ruin the moment,” I start after a while and she looks up at me with her big brown eyes, “But do you have a curfew or anything?” I ask her.
She giggles and gives me a funny look.
“I don’t really have a curfew. I don’t get into trouble so my dad doesn’t really worry about me that much, if I’m getting into trouble or not. But he might ask where I am, if it gets too late.” She explains.
“Hm. Okay.”
“Why? Is there another part to this date or something?” she asks.
I shake my head and laugh. “No, but you did ask about condoms.” I reach for my jacket and pull another one out, she sits up and gives me her look of desire. Her cheeks flush in that same way, she purses her lips as they part when she breathes deeper.
“I did.” She bites her lip and I guide her over me. she straddles my lap, the heat of her pussy above my budding cock.
I smile at her, kissing her again. She rubs against me and I get fully hard, I might be permanently hard around her from now on. I kiss her deeper, moving down to knead her breasts. I really fucking love them, so soft and round. Even in comparison to her fleshy ass, it takes the cake. I could suck on her rosy, pebbled nipples all day. But I only have most of tonight.
I roll the condom on my cock, grab myself at the base and rub myself over her pussy. She moans, as she starts to drip more. I use my other hand to dip my fingers inside her, stretching her for me. She is unbelievably tight. I felt like I was going to explode as soon as I was in her the first time.
“Spencer,” she moans, breaking the kiss.
I look at her as she rocks back onto her ass, my cock resting against her pussy. I grip her hips and guide them over me, able to tell she hasn’t done this before.
“Just relax, I got you.” I grin at her.
She nods once, looking down at where we meet. She sits onto my cock, slowly, each inch hits me further and I shudder at how good she feels. My fingers dig into her hips, as she fully
sits on me. I don’t even have to guide her anymore, she takes over. Her nails rake down my front, stopping at my abs as she holds her hands there, rocking her hips back and forth until she adjusts.
“Oh my god, that’s deep.” She bites her lip, rocking back again as she raises up a bit.
“Yeah,” I groan.
She breathes deeper, her breasts swaying as she moves. I watch her take over, like some sort of vixen using my body for her pleasure, and I don’t even mind it. I’m along for the ride as much as she is, and she really starts to ride my cock. I lose myself in her moans, at how loud she is. There is no one around for miles and I’m glad that we are alone. I raise my hips to meet her, our skin clapping together in the wide silence of the forest. It’s all so romantic I could scream, if it were anyone else I probably would but it’s not, it’s Jeannine, and she means so much to me I would do anything. And it’s not just the way her pussy is wrapped around my cock right now, it’s everything else.
“Fuck angel, I’m gonna come soon.” I warn her.
She moves faster anyway, I circle her clit with my thumb and she erupts in seconds. Now she’s just a bundle of orgasms, it seems, and I’m all here for it. She looks absolutely gorgeous when she comes. Her skin seems to glow and her body quivers around me. I hold her close to me and let myself go, coming even harder than before. My cock twitches inside her as I empty myself, groaning against her lips when she kisses me.
“Spencer, you’ve made me crazy.” She whispers against my ear, rolling off me.
I laugh and discard the condom, “I could say the same.”
I hold her close to me as we relax together, just enjoying the feel of each other. I don’t think I have ever just laid with another person like this and it feels good. We aren’t even talking. Just relishing the company of each other.