"So," James says awkwardly as he taps his legs, "how do you want to do this?"
We sit side by side on his bed, not looking at each other. "I don't know, how do you usually start?"
"Uhh.. making out usually."
"I'm ok with that if you are," I tell him. "I want this to be as normal an experience as possible."
"Too late for that," he mumbles. But he turns to me, his blue eyes unsure as they meet mine, "but I will do my best to make this normal."
I give him a small smile, "thank you." He nods and leans in, stopping a few inches away and waits for me to come meet him. I close the distance and meet his lips briefly before pulling away. "See? That wasn't so bad," I joke.
He doesn't answer, but something replaces the unsure look in his eyes as he leans back towards me. He kisses me again but this time he leans into it, taking control. His lips move against mine, leading mine in a dance that he was obviously experienced in. He bites my bottom lip suddenly, making mine open in a slight gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like mint as his tongue battles mine, making me wonder what else he tastes like.
As we kiss, his hands slowly find their way to my hips, gripping me softly at first, but as our kissing gets more intense, so does the pressure of his hands until finally he pulls me swiftly onto his lap. We break apart slightly as we get situated to our new position. My arms go around his neck and his hands hold my hips firmly, keeping my legs on either side of him, making my nightgown bunch up and barely cover me.
His lips find mine again but this time as we kiss, he moves slightly under me and a hardness growing between his legs making me all too aware that all that separates us is the thin fabric of his boxers. He hasn't yet realized that he's the only one wearing underwear and the thought makes me giddy with anticipation.
So giddy in fact that I start to move with him, so slowly at first that he doesn't notice, or so I think. But after a few minutes he pulls back and takes a shuddering breath, "you sure you haven't done this before?"
I wasn't about to admit that I'd done some last minute research on the subject. Shaking my head I ask him, "am I doing it alright?"
"Alright? Fuck Ali," he practically moans my name and it sends a tingle directly between my legs. "I'm so hard it's taking everything I have to go slow."
Taking one of his hands from my hips, I feel a surge of bravery as I put it between my legs and watch his eyes go wide as he feels the wetness growing and my lack of underwear. "Then don't go slow," I whisper in his ear.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," he says huskily, slowly starting to slide his fingers between my slick folds.
"Fuck me James," I tell him, pressing into his hand. I never thought that I'd ever say those words, but in this moment, they are all that I want to say.
He needs no other prompting, sliding a finger into me and after a few experimental thrusts, adds another, making me moan softly. He thrusts slowly, his thumb hitting my clit with each one, his fingers grazing an extremely sensitive spot inside me. "So wet," he groans as he continues to stroke me.
My hips buck into his hand, wanting moreof him inside me. The sensation is a hundred times more intense than anything I've ever done to myself. I rock my hips, matching each of his thrusts. His other hand disappears from my hip for a second, reappearing on my lower back.
"Wait," he moans, pausing his motions. He removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock that he somehow freed from his boxers. It's hot and rock hard as he rubs it against my opening, making us both groan. I want it, more than I've ever wanted anything and I try to push myself down onto it but he stops me. "Slowly," he gasps. "Slowly the first time."
"I want it," I all but whine, not caring how needy I sound. All I can think about is James being inside me, hitting my sensitive spots over and over.
"Fuck, I do too."
He stops rubbing his cock against me and puts it at my opening, pushing it into me slightly and then slowly, so goddamn slowly, he lets me sink down onto it. He's amazingly girthy and I stretch pleasantly around him, moaning as he fills me. After what seems like an impossibly long time, he's finally all sheathed inside me and the feeling of him is slightly uncomfortable but nothing like the pain that everyone says comes with sex your first time.
He pulls back slightly to look at me, "are you ok?"
"More than ok," I tell him.
He takes a deep ragged breath, "ready?"
I nod quickly and he moves slightly, making his cock move inside me unexpectedly. I gasp at the feeling and he pauses, "I'm fine," I get out. "Don't stop."
He grips my hips, making me move with him. My arms tighten around his neck and I pull him close, his head resting on my chest as mine falls back. As we rock together, it feels like he's reaching every part of me, parts that I never knew existed. The longer that he's in me, the more that I want and I try to go faster, try to take him harder but his hands on my hips stop me.
I'm about to complain, but then suddenly he's flipping us so that I'm on my back. The movement makes him pull out slightly and when he gets me down, his cock slides back in, hitting my sensitive spot harder.
My groan doesn't stop him this time and he braces himself over me with one arm, his other going to my thigh and moving my leg to wrap around his waist. He wastes no time before he moves his hips, pulling out a few inches and pushing back in suddenly. He starts a steady rhythm pulling out more and more with each pass, and before long he's pushing his entire length into me over and over. With each thrust he hits my spot, making my breath come in quick gasps that turn to moans.
Pressure starts to build up in my stomach, growing more intense with each thrust. "Cum for me princess," James whispers in my ear. "I can feel you tightening around me," he says as he bites my earlobe.He thrusts hard, sending me over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm. As I ride my wave of ecstasy I feel him pull out and groan, a warmth spreading over my stomach that my foggy mind barely registers as him cum.
As I come down off my high, James rolls over to lay beside me, breathing heavily. We catch our breath for the next few minutes and finally I look over at him. His shirt is soaked with sweat and his cheeks are flushed, but he has a content smile as he watches me.
"That was.. wow," I tell him, still slightly breathless.
"Yeah," he says softly.
"Thank you for doing that," I say sincerely. "That was better than ice cream."
He laughs, "did you just compare sex to ice cream?"
I nod, "ice cream is hands down the best thing ever invented, but after that I may just have to move it to second place."
He's still laughing slightly as he rolls out of bed and goes to his bathroom. I hear the water run and he's back a moment later with a washcloth, sliding back into bed beside me and putting it between my legs. He holds it to my throbbing pussy, soothing an ache I hadn't realized was starting. "Mmm," I sigh, "that's nice."
"Yeah I learned a lot in college," he jokes, gently rubbing the warm cloth over me. "Sorry about your nightgown though, I didn't have any condoms and I figured you wouldn't want me to cum inside you."
"I hadn't even thought about that," I admit. "I guess I have something else to thank you for."
"I'll get some before the next time," he says, putting the cloth aside and pulling me into his arms.
As I snuggle into his chest I ask, "so there's going to be a next time?"
"As many as you want."
I wake up to strong arms around me, light snoring in my ear and a dull ache in my pussy. I'm pressed against James's chest and his hard morning wood is pressed into my stomach. The previous night comes flooding back to me and my pussy starts to throb in a different way. My hand finds its way to his cock and I rub it lightly over his boxers, wanting to thank him for last night. James snorts slightly but doesn't wake up and I slip my hand into the opening of his boxers, pulling his cock out through the hole. It springs free and I see it for the first time, wondering how it had fit inside me last night. My pussy throbs more at the sight of it and I want it inside me again, but this was for James, not me. Starting slowly, I circle his cock and stroke it, tracing his veins. It only takes a few passes before James groans, "Ali." Glancing up at him, I find his eyes closed and he's breathing quickly. "Harder, grip- harder." Tightening my grip, I stroke him again and he shudders in my
The front door opens and our parents call out a cheerful hello as they make their way into the living room where we are watching a movie. We had decided to sit on different couches, trying to fight the temptation between our legs. So far we'd made it twelve hours, but nine of those were spent sleeping and the rest were staying five feet apart at all times since we didn't know when the parents would be back. It still didn't stop James from jerking off while I watched, his eyes never leaving mine. I know it's silly to be jealous of a hand, but I wanted to be the one stroking him and making him feel good, but we both knew if I did, it wouldn't stop there. "How was your weekend?" Mary asks us. "Pretty good," James answers. "We did a lot of exercising." I cough slightly at his words as my dad asks, "putting that gym membership to use huh?" "Yup," I chime in. "Didn't go as hard as I wanted but I'll work up to it." The look on James's face was priceless as he retorts, "I'm pretty
Five days later and I'm crammed into the backseat of my dads truck, on James's lap. We had stopped at the store when we got close to the cabin and my dad, like always, had bought more than we needed. So here I was, stuck on James's lap in a dark truck as we bounced down a dirt road. Dad is driving and humming softly while Mary is fast asleep. James' lap isn't the best seat, but only because I can feel how hard he is and I can't do anything about it. Or could I? Moving slightly, I feel behind me for his zipper. He goes still under me as he realizes what I'm doing. James puts a hand on my hip but doesn't stop me as I manage to get his zipper open, his erection springing free. I glance at my dad and make sure he hasn't noticed, but his eyes are firmly on the road as he leans slightly towards the wheel. I can feel James lifting the back of my skirt up and covering his cock with it, rubbing it against my ass. He opens his legs slightly, making enough room under me so that he can sli
True to his word, James had made me unable to walk the next day. My dad seemed concerned when I told him I wasn't feeling good, and it was hard to keep a straight face with James grinning over his shoulder. After I assured him I was fine and just needed rest, he finally left, leaving James in my doorway. "This is your fault," I hissed at him. He leans against the doorway, "you said you could take it." "And I did." He smirks slightly, "yes you did princess." He looks over his shoulder briefly, "the parents are leaving for town soon, we could use the hot tub." "That would be great," I grin. "Nothing like warm water to soothe aching muscles." "A massage would help too," he says. "Is that an offer?" He swallows hard, "I'd love nothing more than to rub you down." The tent being pitched in his pants gave testimony to his words, "I can see that." His hand wanders to his zipper and slowly undoes it, letting his cock pop out. He grips it, stroking it as he stares into my eyes
The day before we were scheduled to leave the cabin, James took me to town. The past two weeks were a blur of family outings, with James and I fucking whenever and wherever we could. We even managed to fuck in the hot tub again when the parents were asleep. James drove us to a nice restaurant and even opened the door for me when we walked in. We had never been here before, he had purposefully driven us an hour away so that nobody would recognize us if we got too handsy. "How many tonight?" The hostess asks. "Two," James tells her. She leads us to a small table near the back, smiling at us when James pulls out the chair for me. She waits until we are seated before handing over a wine menu, "would you like recommendations or do you have a particular favorite?" James doesn't even look at the menu, "bottle of Malbec please." She takes the menu back and disappears. When she's gone I whisper, "are you crazy? Neither of us are old enough to order alcohol." James smiles at me cockily,
The rest of the summer passed quickly and as our time together grew shorter, we found more and more reasons to be together. We fucked as often as we didn't, sometimes just going on car rides to talk about what we wanted with our lives. The intimacy of our conversations made the sex that much better, especially after we discussed our fantasies and insecurities. The night before James was supposed to go back to college, I found myself in his room, straddling his lap just like the first time. But instead of making out or riding him, we were just staring at each other. I know it sounds creepy, but it really wasn't. I'd gotten so used to the closeness of him over the summer that the thought of not seeing him again for months made my soul ache. "I'll miss you," I whisper. His hands grip me harder as he nuzzles my neck, "I'll miss you more princess." I pull back and take his face in my hands, kissing him with everything I have. He returns it, his tongue slipping into my mouth and caressi
That first month of college I didn't do anything except go to class, meals and then back to the room. I wasn't trying to be a hermit; there was just so much going on with my classes that I didn't have any free time for anything extra. That didn't stop my roommate Brandy from asking every weekend if I wanted to go out with her and her friends. "It's been a month Al, you need to get out of this room," she tells me as she puts on a very short black dress with nothing under it. I'd learned very quickly that Brandy was confident with her body and wasn't shy in showing it off. "I have projects due," I remind her, gesturing to my open books. "And so do you, we have three of the same classes." She waves me off, "look girl, college is about the experiences not just classes. You don't want to look back in twenty years and regret not going out and living your life. Plus you might get laid and judging by some of the sounds you make in your sleep, you need it." My face goes red. I had had
True to her word Brandy doesn't ask me out again until Halloween. When I reminded her of our deal she argued that it doesn't really count as going out since it's a dorm party. So against my better judgement, come Halloween I'm in the common area dressed as, I'm actually not sure what. Something with ears on a headband and a tiny leotard that fit like a second skin. Brandy was in a matching one across the room, a boy on either side of her. About an hour into the party I'm ready to go back to the room, but as I start to leave, strong arms wrap around my waist and a voice in my ear growls, "miss me princess?" I'm so startled that all I can do is ask, "James?" He chuckles in my ear, "expecting someone else?" I relax into his chest, letting his smell envelope me, "I wasn't even expecting you, but I'm glad you're here." I pause a second before asking, "wait, how are you here?" "Your roommate stole my number and messaged me," he explains. "Said something about how you're becoming a her
The next day, dad and Mary come by the house. The boys immediately say something about power tools and building furniture before disappearing, leaving Mary and I in the kitchen. “So, what are we doing with the nursery?” Mary asks, sitting down her large bag and pulling out containers of leftover food. “Do you know what you’re having yet? Also, we should do a baby shower in a few weeks.” She glances up at me, “hungry? I can make you a plate.” I sigh, “honestly, just give me that bowl of coleslaw and a fork.” Mary laughs, “I was the same way with James. Couldn’t get enough of the stuff.” She pops the lid off the bowl and grabs a fork, sticking it in the bowl and sliding it over to me. “Nursery?” She asks again. “There’s a room next to ours that’s connected by a bathroom that we were thinking about using as the nursery,” I tell her as I take a large bite. “But I’m not sure if I want to do a theme or just paint it.” Mary nods, “we can make a trip to the baby store and look a
By the time we made it home and unloaded all our things, several hours had passed since the incident with Samantha. And even though nobody had called us and we hadn’t seen anyone else we knew, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone in town already knew about James and I. Rationally I knew that everyone would find out about us eventually. It wasn’t like James and I were keeping our relationship a secret anymore, but I did hope we would have more time before the entire town found out about us. And maybe I could have handled it better if I wasn’t pregnant, but I was, and somehow that made the thought of facing the town much harder. The ride from our home to our parents house is a silent few blocks as I stare out the window, my mind running wild with all the things that people are probably saying about us. James holds my hand the entire way, his thumb running over my knuckles soothingly and I’m so lost in my mind that I don’t notice we’ve arrived until James lets go of my hand.
The next morning James and I are at the mall as soon as they open. More specifically, at the home goods store that takes up two levels of the mall. Equipped with two different lists and carts, James is in charge of getting the large appliances and I’m off to find kitchen and bedroom essentials. Since it was so early in the morning, I wasn’t expecting anyone to recognize me. But as I was comparing bedsheets, a voice behind me asks, “Alison?” Turning, I force a smile, “Samantha.” Her eyes flick down to my stomach and back to my face, “look at you girlfriend! How long has it been?” “Since graduation,” I tell her while praying she’d go away. Samantha was the type of girl who’d be friendly to your face and then gossip about you behind your back. “I see that congratulations are in order,” she gushes. “I have to say, the girls and I were surprised when we heard that you dropped out of college to travel the world. Honestly, we didn’t think you’d ever leave this town. But, look at
Two weeks later James and I are sitting on the plush carpet of our new living room, sunlight streaming in through the large windows. The keys to the house sit between us as we both sit there, still in shock that we’d actually gotten the house below market value and so quickly. Finally, James just asks, “how?” Shaking my head I answer, “I have no idea.” And I truly didn’t. One second we were in Iceland and the next we were in the realtors office in our hometown being handed the keys to our own home. Everything in between was a blur, and normally I’d find that concerning, but right now I think I was still in shock. Shock that was quickly giving away to the reality of the situation. “Oh my god,” I groan as I turn to James. “We bought a house!” He gives me a puzzled look, “yeah. Isn’t that what you wanted?” “Yeah!” I exclaim. “But now we have to be adults and pay bills. We have to get the utilities turned on, but furniture, decorate, paint, put together a nursery, get a car,
The next morning we are once more in the doctors office. We’d been here so much over the last month that I could tell you how many ceiling tiles were in this room without looking. The answer is fifty-four. And since we’d been here so much, we knew all the nurses by name and they didn’t even bother to show us to our room. Yes, our room. We were always brought to the same exam room so it’s gotten to the point when they’d call our name, they’d just tell us to go to our room. So here we were, both sitting on the weird chair that was covered in white paper, waiting for Nurse Franklin. We’d opted to have her give us the results instead of the doctor since we’ve been seeing her more often than him. When she walks in the room, she takes one look at us and says, “I was going to start with the pleasantries but judging by the looks on your faces, we should just get to it.” “Yes please,” James says as he takes my hand. Nurse Franklin sits down and smiles, “I’m pleased to tell yo
“Babe, you’re missing it!” James teases excitedly as a woman on the tv screams. “It’s like the Aliens but it’s a baby!” Peaking through my fingers, I was just in time to see a bloody baby rip it’s way from its mother. How he had convinced me to watch the Species series I’d never know. I’d made it through the first one just fine, but the second was starting to get to me. “Why did you think this was a good movie for me to watch?” I ask as I try not to gag. Even though I know it’s fake blood, the sight of it still makes me nauseous. James glanced over at me and frowns slightly, “honestly I forgot that this one was mainly killer babies.” He grabs the remote and turns the movie off before kissing my head, “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you sick.” “I’m not sick,” I start to argue, but the churning in my stomach only got worse and in a flash I’m off the couch and running to the bathroom. I barely make it before I’m heaving my guts up. I don’t notice when James enters the b
“Carter?” The nurse calls out. “That’s us!” James answers as he jumps up from his seat and offers me a hand. I take it with a grin, “I can stand up by myself,” I tell him as he pulls me to my feet. “I’m just practicing,” he laughs as we follow the nurse. "I'm Nurse Franklin," she says kindly as she ushers us into the back. "You'll be in exam room one right here," she tells us as she opens a door. I walk into the room and sit nervously on the table, the paper crinkling under me. She shuts the door and turns to us, “so what brings you in today?" “We’re pregnant!” James tells her excitedly and proudly. “We?” I tease. “I didn’t know that you’d be shooting a baby out of your nether regions.” “I would,” he says quickly. He looks at Nurse Franklin, “I totally would.” She chuckles, “I take it you’re the father then.” James nods, “the one and only.” "Alright,” she says as she writes on her clipboard. “I do need to ask a few questions," she tells us. "Do you know ho
“We need to find a house,” James tells me as he rubs my stomach. We’ve been lounging on the bed for the past few hours, James laying between my legs, his head propped up by his arm. “And soon so we have time to set everything up for this little guy.” “We have time,” I remind him. “And who says it’s a boy? Maybe it’s a girl.”James looks up at me, “nah it’s a boy,” he tells me with full certainty. “But it could be a girl,” I argue slightly, suddenly worried that maybe James was going to be a ‘boys only’ type of dad. “You know I can’t control the gender, right?”He nods, “genetically speaking I’m the one that controls that. But,” he amends. “It could be a girl. I’d be happy with either.” “Would you?”“Of course,” he tells me with a smile. “I can’t wait for a little mini you running around. She’d have me wrapped around her finger so fast. I’d never be able to tell her no.” “Speaking from experience, that’s a good power to have over you,” I joke. “But you’re right, we do need to make
Six months later and I’m sitting on the floor in a hotel bathroom, a pregnancy test in my hand. “James!” I yell from the bathroom. “James!” His feet slap the floor as he runs towards me, the door opening quickly as he rushes in, “what’s wrong?” His voice gets a note of panic when he sees me sitting on the floor, “what happened?” I hold up the pregnancy test for him to see, “I’m pregnant.” He sits down next to me, “are you sure?” I nod, “yeah. It.. feels the same as last time.” He swallows loudly, “are we.. happy?” “Yeah,” I whisper. “Yeah we are.” And unlike last time, I was. Over the past six months we’d traveled the world for my job, visiting every place imaginable and I’d made more money selling my pictures then I’d ever thought possible, to the point where we’d never have to work again if we didn’t want to. I never thought that I’d be the breadwinner in this relationship but I was enjoying being a sugar mama. James and I still hadn’t found a house to call our o