S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  After spending almost a month with them, I was becoming much more comfortable. After he slid the plate of toast across the bar, I picked up a piece, lifted it to my mouth and hesitated.

  “I have a question,” I said as I bit into the piece of toast.

  He finished chewing his toast, took a sip of coffee, and responded. “Okay?”

  I considered my question, and decided rather than sugar coat it or beat around the bush, I’d just simply ask it outright, and save any confusion.

  “How come neither of you guys has tried to fuck me?” I asked.

  Cade coughed and spit coffee on the countertop

  “Oh shit, sorry,” he said as he turned around and got a towel.

  As he wiped up the mess, he continued. “Wow, kind of caught me off guard. Uhhm, really? You’re asking me this question?”

  I pressed my hands into the warm coffee cup and nodded my head. “I’m not really shy, and I’ve been wondering, so I just thought I’d ask. It seems weird, I mean neither of you have said or tried anything. You know, if you’re worried about it, I went to the free clinic and got checked. And I haven’t had sex since, I’m clean.”

  “Oh, wow. Okay. Well, let me see. I’d say, in summary, and I can’t speak for Ethan, but guys do talk sometimes…”

  He lifted his coffee cup and took a long, slow sip. As he lowered his cup to the bar, he grinned and started where he left off. “I would have to say we haven’t made any advancement toward you out of sheer respect.”

  As he spoke, I studied the ceiling over him. The painted ceiling was concrete, but had a wood pattern imbedded into it, which Cade explained to be the grain of the wood that was used to form up the concrete over a hundred years ago when the building was originally built. As I studied the wood grain pattern in the concrete I thought about his response.

  “Respect?” I asked as I shifted my eyes to meet his. “What do you mean exactly?”

  “Well, you didn’t come to us looking for a boyfriend, or come here giving promise of sex. In a more accurate sense, we came to you, offering shelter and protection from that,” he said as he tilted his head toward the windows.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “All of the bad shit that lurks outside. I’ve talked to Ethan about it. You’re as good of a girl as I’ve ever met, and I can’t imagine if anything ever happened to you. It sickened me to think of you sleeping outside when you were staying on that awful bench out on the sidewalk. I’ll be honest though, I haven’t told you this, but when he called me the first day and asked if he could bring you here - on the first day to get you out of the weather?”

  I wanted to hear more. I eagerly nodded my head.

  He lifted his cup of coffee and took a sip. As he lowered the cup, he continued. “I didn’t want you here. I told him no.”

  “Really?” I asked, shocked that he felt that way.

  He leaned into the bar, spread his elbows wide, and rested his chin in his hands, “Yes, really. And when you showed up, I still didn’t want you here. Not in my house. No I sure didn’t. But when we sat down to eat, something was different. Not because you had cleaned up, or because I realized you were cute. I think it was because you were real, and you were completely helpless. You just didn’t know it. You may be street-wise in many respects, but big picture? You’re a woman who’s as naïve as the teenager who ran away from home as a little girl.”

  I immediately took exception to his observation. As I thought about what he had said, I began to realize he just might be right. As much as I’d like to think I was some street-wise homeless girl, I had very little experience being or acting as a responsible adult. For someone to take advantage of me would require nothing more than them offering me a piece of proverbial candy. As Cade’s words began to sink in, I became grateful he and Ethan wanted to protect me from what lurked outside. As my emotions began to once again get the best of me, I pushed myself from the bar, walked around the counter, and into the kitchen where Cade was standing.

  Leaning over the counter and resting on his elbows, Cade clutched his cup of coffee. As I approached, he turned his head my direction and grinned.

  “I want a hug,” I said as I held my arms outstretched.

  “Give me a minute,” he said.

  “Huh?” I said. “I want a hug.”

  He raised his hand and extended his index finger. “Give me a minute.”

  I leaned toward him and pulled against his shoulder, attempting to turn him around.

  “I want a hug,” I said as I stomped my foot on the floor.

  As he turned to face me, the problem was apparent. Cade had a massive hard-on. His cock was sticking straight out, pressing his cotton pajamas toward the sky.

  “You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?’ he said.

  I stared down at his crotch, and after a short pause, slowly shifted my eyes upward, taking time to admire him entirely.

  “Is that your way of telling me you like me?” I asked playfully as I tilted my head toward the tent he was pitching.

  “No,” he responded. “This is.”

  He slowly raised his hands to my face, pressed his palms against my cheeks, and guided my mouth to meet his. I was in no way ready for Cade to react in the manner he had. Even more so, I was not nor could I have ever been prepared to be kissed.

  Not like this…

  The kiss that followed wasn’t like anything I had ever experienced. I had almost no experience kissing, and as we kissed I realized it really didn’t matter. Cade was in charge of this kiss, and he obviously had all of the experience he needed to make me feel as if I had been thrust into the heavens above. Although I couldn’t count the amount of people who had fucked me, and had sucked no less than a mile of dicks, I didn’t really ever kiss anyone. Now, standing in the kitchen kissing Cade, I had no intent of ever allowing this to end.

  Ever.

  I’d always admitted I had problems with sex, and was somewhat of a self-diagnosed sex addict. Now, I could easily admit I had problems with kissing, or at least with kissing Cade. The way his kiss made me feel was so much better than anything I could remember feeling in the past, sex included. Although it was drastically different than sex, it was better, or at least during the time he was kissing me I felt like it was better. As our mouths parted, I opened my eyes and gazed into his.

  Green, just like Ethan’s.

  “Your eyes drive me crazy,” he whispered.

  “Kissing you drives me crazy,” I said. “Let’s do it again.”

  As his lips pressed against mine, my entire body began to feel almost weightless. After a short time, I began to tingle all over. It seemed his hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I knew I found Cade attractive, and had daydreamed about him no less than I had done so about Ethan, but feeling the way I felt was something totally new to me. Confused, elated, apprehensive, and just a little bit scared, I kept my eyes closed, enjoyed the moment, and waited for my body to explode.

  Oh dear God, don’t squeeze my tits. No don’t…

  He continued to kiss me, pressing me against the edge of the counter. His hands fumbled their way into my bra and began squeezing my boobs. His hands felt different. Soft. Careful. Caring. They were not the hands of an overly aggressive teen, nor the hands of the old men on the east side, eager to squeeze the tits of a woman thirty years younger than their overweight wives, they were the hands of a man who wished to protect me and respect me.

  Squeeze ‘em Cade. Fuck yes. Squeeze my tits and keep kissing me.

  His mouth moved from my lips and began kissing along my jawline. Eventually, he found his way to my neck. As he lightly nibbled my neck and shoulder, kissing the sensitive spot he created each time he did, my knees began to feel like rubber. With my bra now unclasped, and both of his hands on my boobs, my nipples felt like rocks. Each brush of his palm against my nipple sent a small jolt of electricity through my body.

  In the amount of time most men would have finished fucking me and asked
me to leave, Cade had only kissed me and fondled my breasts. Now, at 22 years old, I realized what foreplay was. As much as I enjoyed it, I felt if he didn’t fuck me soon, I would burst into a million little pieces. His mouth kissed up my neck until I could feel his breath against my ear. As I bent my knees, hoping for some relief, his hands released my boobs and slid along my cheeks, clearing my hair from my face. His warm breath against my ear almost caused me to collapse.

  “You’re beautiful, Rain,” he whispered. “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

  I inhaled a shallow breath. The faint scent of toast and butter lingered in the room.

  “I want you to suck my titties,” I said.

  Where the fuck did that come from?

  Without speaking, he lifted my shirt over my head, removed my dangling bra, and tossed them aside on the counter. Now standing shirtless wearing nothing more than Ethan’s oversized sweats, I watched as his mouth found my right breast and began to lick and suck my nipple. Watching him do it was more exciting than the act itself. Seeing my nipple disappear into his mouth and feeling him suck the tip of my boob past his wet lips quickly proved to be far more than I was prepared for. As his body pressed tight against mine, his rigid cock against my waist was a reminder of the fact he had needs I was far from meeting.

  As I watched him continue to suck my tits and nibble my nipples, I inhaled a breath, held it for as long as I could, and spoke as I exhaled. “I want to suck your cock.”

  His lips parted from my breast. After flicking his tongue against my swollen nipple, he gazed upward and into my eyes.

  “I don’t want you to think you have to…”

  “I want your cock in my mouth,” I said. “I can’t take this anymore.”

  He turned and leaned away from me, pulling my body with him as he did. I didn’t need any more of an invitation. As I lowered myself to my knees, I reached for the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them past his still stiff dick. As the material of his PJ’s cleared the tip of his cock, it sprung upward. Absolutely straight and smooth in appearance, it was a picture perfect example of what a dick should look like. Not massive, but by no means small, I knew making him enjoy what I intended to do should be no problem.

  I grasped his cock in my right hand and worked my face between his thighs. As I began to suck his balls, he started to moan. Softly, I sucked and slurped his balls until his moaning became a deep rumble. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft until my lips were resting against the tip. I opened my eyes and gazed upward. His head was tilted back, and his eyes appeared to be closed.

  “Watch,” I said.

  He lifted his head and gazed down and into my eyes. As I slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, he again began to groan. This time, the sound seemed to come from his inner being. After six or eight strokes of my excited and very wet mouth, I forced the tip into my throat, taking his entire cock in my mouth. As I held it in my throat, I looked up into his eyes. His wide eyes and gaping mouth provided all of the reassurance I needed.

  “Oh God that feels…”

  I slid his cock from my throat and gasped for air. I wiped the saliva from my mouth and began jacking it in my wet hand. As I did, he once again leaned back and began to moan.

  “Watch, please,” I begged.

  He glanced downward. “I can’t, I swear, it’s too much.”

  He likes it.

  I opened my mouth and slowly slid my lips along the shaft a few times, watching him as I did. After a few strokes, I forced his cock in and out of my throat until I felt it convulse. After I pulled my mouth free and gasped for air, I eagerly began again.

  After a few strokes, I cupped his balls in my hand and began to caress them lightly.

  His moans became louder and his breath choppy. His hand pressed against my forehead. I pushed against it, trying to force his cock to remain my mouth.

  “I’m going…”

  He pulled himself from my mouth, groaned loudly, and immediately came all over my tits. As much as I wanted him to cum in my mouth, seeing him cum all over my tits was a huge turn-on. While I watched cum spew from his cock and onto my chest, I felt as if I had done something special for him.

  “Oh my fucking God,” he groaned as he leaned back against the counter.

  As I stood, rubbing the massive amount of cum against my nipples, he glanced at his watch and immediately straightened his posture.

  “Ethan’s going to be home pretty quick. We should probably get cleaned up,” he said.

  “And stop doing that, you’re driving me crazy,” he said.

  “What? This?” I asked as I pressed my palms into my tits and pulled them away, stringing his cum between my boobs and my hands.

  “Yes,” he said as he pulled off his pajamas.

  “You want to shower together?” he asked.

  “I’d love to,” I responded.

  As we walked toward the bathroom, I began to feel guilty. My offer to Ethan to shower together hadn’t produced much, and yet I continued to want more from him. I had never showered with a man, but wanted to. The books I read had scenes where people showered together, and it seemed intimate and sexy. Until now, I had wanted to experience that intimacy with Ethan.

  I pulled my sweats off and glanced over at Cade. He seemed different. His messy hair was no longer cute, it was adorable. His body didn’t seem so thin; it appeared toned and physically fit. With his shirt off, his abdominal muscles were now prominent. His arms were long and lean, but full of muscle. What Cade and I shared in the kitchen was nothing short of magical, and beyond my expectations or any sexual experiences I ever had.

  As I watched him step into the shower, he turned to me and smiled.

  “Get in here, Rain,” he said as he pulled the shower curtain back. “I want to get wet and squeeze you in my arms.”

  “Will you kiss me again?”

  He nodded his head and motioned into the shower.

  The thought of him kissing me again made me tingle.

  And I began to wonder if what I was feeling was possibly the onset of love.

  ETHAN

  Having the house to ourselves, the unavailability of Rain’s favorite smoothie, and what I would describe as a bleak beginning to our first date made me feel I needed to make a bold statement about my feelings for Rain. Additionally, I felt expressing my feelings physically would far exceed my ability to convey the way I felt through communication. With Cade away from the house at the bar until much later in the night, I felt I knew where this night was going to end up; but I wanted to talk first. There was one thing I knew I needed to discuss before this relationship took another step in the direction it was surely headed.

  “I need to tell you something,” I said.

  “Now?” she breathed.

  I nodded my head and sat up.

  “Uhhm, okay,” she said as she wiped our kiss from her lips with the back of her hand.

  “I’m uhhm. I…when I was a kid, I had an accident on a mini bike. I came down really hard on the backbone of the frame, and it was…well, it was right where it counts. I ended up off the bike and on a rock at some point, and fucked up my spine. They never really decided which one did it, the spine injury, or the other, but…I uhm.” I hesitated, somewhat embarrassed to continue. “I can’t have kids.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said as she reached over and touched her hand against my knee.

  Sorry you started this relationship, or sorry it happened?

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Well, I’m sorry it happened. And I guess I’m sorry you’ll never be able to enjoy fatherhood,” she said.

  “Thanks. So, where’s this leave us?” I asked.

  She wrinkled her nose slightly as her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

  I shifted my weight on the bed nervously, and turned toward her. “Are you okay with it?”

  “Ethan I love you. I don’t expect you to be in love with me in the way I am with you. I don’t kno
w, I’m sure it develops differently with different people, but I love you. I know I do. And if you can’t have kids, it may sound stupid, but I love that too. It’s part of you. I accept it, and I’ll always accept it,” she responded as her hand rubbed along my inner thigh.

  “You sure?” I asked, somewhat relieved she had responded in the manner she did.

  She nodded her head and leaned toward me, tilting her head upward as she did.

  “Kiss me,” she said.

  Although I had been upfront and truthful with my former wife, I had never really been truthful with myself after she left me. When she and I initially discussed my injury, the relationship commitment on her part came after a month-long period of time in which she contemplated her decision. In retrospect, her need for a future was summed up in nothing other than my inability to provide her with a family, but I had told myself it was a financial future she desired. Looking back now, she had probably never been honest with herself. Her desire to have children as a part of our relationship was apparent in her decision to leave me.

  Rain’s immediate acceptance of me and my shortcoming was comforting, and left me without wonder of her intentions. I leaned into her and kissed her. The kiss quickly developed into a full-fledged make out session on the bed. As we continued to kiss, the kissing became more passionate, and eventually hands began to search for more.

  As her hand slid up and down my inner thigh, mine worked their way under her shirt and found her breasts. After a few failed attempts on my part, she reached back and unclasped her bra. As I lifted her tee shirt over her head, she began to unbuckle my belt. After a few more minutes of kissing and groping, we laid side-by-side on the bed, naked. I rolled over onto my back and gazed down the length of my body, admiring her skin against mine.