by CORY CYR
I saw sadness in her face and the light I’d put in her eyes the night before faded. She’d already developed some kind of emotional attachment. If I were smart—and I am brilliant—I'd walk away right now, but there was a part of me that was greedy. I wanted to see how far she was willing to take this without the promise or possibility of love. I thought she might be a little insatiable herself, and maybe she wanted to wade in the waters just a bit before she jumped in.
“I still want you to be part of my research and my book project, but I want to help you explore yourself so you’ll be open to all the things you've missed in the last eleven years. Nic, I'm not someone you get attached to. I'm not that man. I'm not a giver. Mostly, I take without any thought to my partner. It's just sex to me, but if you let me, I'll show you a world of pleasures you've never known.”
“I don't know if I can do what you're asking. Last night was bad enough. And what exactly are you suggesting? I'm confused because I don't understand why you want to be the one to show me these things. I thought for sure you planned to hand me off to another man. I know there are other things besides actual intercourse, but spell it out for me, Cass. You're good at being analytical, so break it down for me.”
“I changed my mind; I decided I wanted to be the one to teach you sexually. Now if you find that prospect unappealing, I have no issue finding you someone else. I thought perhaps you'd be more comfortable with me. I want to be completely candid with you, Nic. I don't do regular sex or what you term as vaginal sex, and I don't kiss, but what I do want to show you is oral, anal, light bondage, and maybe kink,” I said without blinking, watching as her face went from shock to understanding, then back to shock as her eyes rapidly flashed.
She scooted away from me and I heard her sigh, then clear her throat. “I'm finding it hard to think of what to say. I think you've rendered me tongue-tied.” I heard her clear her throat again. “Most of those things you just ticked off like a weekly to-do list, I've never done or even contemplated. Chris wasn't like that,” she whispered in a very quiet voice.
“We can do one or all of them, Nic. We take this as far as you feel comfortable.”
“Comfortable? Cass, none of things you mentioned I’m comfortable with. I don't like the way you drill sergeant orders. It feels cold and impersonal.”
“I thought it would make it easier if we approached any sexual act we shared as an in-depth, extremely detailed procedure.”
I watched her jaw drop as she began to shake her head and groan.
“You expect me to be receptive to sex when you make it sound so methodical. I may respond better to what you’re asking me to do if maybe you were enjoying it also instead of viewing me as an undertaking. I do like you, Cass—I won't deny it—and I think you may like me just a little, which is the best I can hope for considering you are hardwired to be an asshole.”
Well, hell, she’d just put me in my place. I’d never had a woman so profoundly, and I might add articulately, call me an asshole. I chuckled as I moved over to her and let my head fall into her lap. I looked up into her face and saw a slight hint of a smile. She was going to forgive me and I was going to let her.
“So how do we proceed, alphabetically?” she asked, smirking.
I laughed. “Little one, I don't think we want to begin with anal, not in your best interest. How about we start with oral? You may have spent the last eleven years honing your comedic skills, but babe, I have spent the last ten honing my oral skills, and trust me; what I can do with my tongue will astound you.”
16~Nicola
Hearing what he just promised sent me into a spiral of anticipation. I felt flushed and eager, two emotions I was unfamiliar with. I also felt wet. My panties actually felt hot and moist. I hadn't had this reaction since Chris. Oh God, what am I doing? I felt like I was being pulled in two directions: one, stay faithful to my only love, or two, experience things I hadn't even thought of in eleven years. Who was I kidding? The sex acts Cass just ticked off I'd never thought of in my entire life.
Cass had been honest. He confessed he found it unnecessary and irrelevant to bring love into the mix. I began to imagine how lonely it must be for him, never having felt love, compared to me, who had loved so hard only to lose it. I didn't know what I wanted. Well, that wasn't true. If I were being truthful, I wanted Cass to touch me. I wanted him to show me everything regardless of how cold and callous he might be.
A part of me wanted to touch him so badly I felt ashamed. This emotion of wanting someone else sexually seemed like a betrayal to Chris. Had my friends been right? Had they told the truth when they said Chris wouldn't want me to be alone? But would he want me with someone as emotionally desolate as Cass? Did I want to be crushed by his apathetic response to me? Was there any chance I could just be student and he the teacher without any emotional investment? The internal struggle gripping me now was in direct conflict with my lower half.
I felt an ache in my sex and heat spreading throughout my entire body. Regardless of the way he had suggested the list of sexual events, my body was in agreement. I was both frightened and enlightened by the thought of being on the receiving end of his skilled tongue. The thought made tingles go up and down my spine as my sex began to initiate the pulsating I’d felt the night before.
“Are you planning to do—you know—here, out in the open… before or after we eat?” I had no idea what I was saying until the words spilled from my mouth. Jesus, I was so dense.
Cass grinned as he chewed on a single blade of grass. For a moment, I was mesmerized by the way he could twirl it. "I know you mentioned I was too technical. I'm not sure where to go from here. I'm sure you know it as cunnilingus, oral sex, or what most men call going down on a woman. I’m positive you’ll be starved by the time I'm done with you. For me—well, I suppose we'll see after my box lunch."
I was positive my face was burning brightly. Did he just refer to me as a box lunch? Oh my God, how positively embarrassing. He so wanted me to smack him. Wait, maybe he likes that. Wasn't bondage and kink on the list? The list. I was so excited about oral I had forgotten about anal, bondage, and kink. I guess it was a good thing I’d decided against alphabetical, considering the one act I looked forward to the most would have been last.
“Okay, bad joke. Forgive me. Just attempting to lighten your mood.”
“Will you kiss me, Cass? Can we do that first?” I had missed kissing so much. I’d almost forgotten the feel of a man's lips pressed to mine. I also knew he didn't do kissing, but I thought I'd ask anyway.
“I don't think that's a good idea and, frankly, not necessary for this act.”
I had known he wouldn't. The act was too personal and laced with emotional innuendo.
I nodded, looking down at him. “Can you at least remove your shirt? I hate being the only one here getting undressed. At least give me that.”
“That I can do,” he said as he stood and whipped his tank top over his head. I felt my breath shudder as I came eye to eye with his chest. Jesus, have mercy. All I wanted right now was to trace my fingers across his chest and count every single abdomen indentation until my eyes fell to his tattoo.
My mouth began to water and I felt a surge of heat scorch my body. I unbuttoned my shorts, trying to evade his all-consuming eyes.
“Leave the panties on,” he said. I pushed off my shorts and lay back on the blanket in my shirt and pink lace panties. I placed my hands across the triangle of my underwear, wishing they weren’t as sheer.
Cass grasped both my hands in his one. “Don't. You don't have to hide from me. Your pussy is as beautiful as I thought it was. I can't wait to taste you.”
Fifty Shades of holy shit, what am I doing? Here I was lying with Cass on a blanket, when really I prepared to picnic—I hadn't expected this.
“Don't look so concerned. You're going to love this. I mean your husband and you did this, right?” I could hear in his voice that he really was attempting not to sound so insensitive, but his question still hurt my h
eart.
“Maybe a couple times. I really don't remember,” I replied, lying, trying not to look at him. I felt so out of my depth. Chris and I had oral sex a few times, but he knew it made me uncomfortable so he never pressured me to give or receive. Here I was, so much more mature in age than Cass, and evidently, I didn't know jack shit.
“I'll make sure you'll always remember today. You'll never have to think about it. My tongue is going to personally brand your pussy.”
“God, Cass, for someone who is such a brainiac, the stuff that comes out of your mouth, I swear.” I stared at him as he stuck out his long—okay, I was not prepared for the longest tongue I'd ever seen. Now my imagination was running rampant, having a party in my head. I’d never looked at his hands or his fingers or, for that fact, his feet. Suddenly, I was staring at his long, tapered fingers out of the corners of my eyes and then I dropped down to his feet, which were bare at the moment. I saw his mouth curve into a devious smile as he wiggled his toes.
“The answer is yes, it is, if you're wondering,” he said, boasting as he pierced me with those bedroom eyes.
How absolutely shameful. There was no way his penis could be that long. I only had Chris's to go by, and he’d seemed adequate for the job, but Cass had big feet, big hands, a long tongue, and a Grand Canyon-sized ego. There was no way in hell I would be having anal sex with that.
“Can you lie flat on the blanket, Nic? I'm going to fit myself between your legs.”
I lay back flat and watched as Cass gently pushed my legs apart to make room for himself. I could feel my limbs trembling and I became aware that he’d noticed it too. He caressed his hands up and down both legs, stopping just short of my core. His touch was feather light and sensual. I closed my eyes, attempting to stifle a sigh. I felt a surge of wetness collide with the seam of my panties, and I became self-conscious. My body went stiff and rigid as he continued palming my thighs.
“It's natural for another's touch to excite you. Don't be embarrassed because I’m arousing you. That's the point. Even in oral sex, you have to be wet to enjoy it. It's been a long time for you, Nic, and I don't want to hurt you. I want you to feel rapture. You'll tell me if I do something that makes you uncomfortable?”
I couldn't speak, so I nodded. If he had concerns about causing me discomfort, he must care about me a little.
“I can't wait. If you taste as good as you smell, it's going to be a sweet afternoon.”
17~Caspian
Seeing her spread out on the blanket was almost too much. When she discovered the length of my tongue and then proceeded to compare it with my hand and foot size, I almost laughed. Of course, it was true that everything on me was generously proportioned. Genetically speaking, I’d been blessed, as well as the many women I’d slept with. Just another reason I shouldn't fuck Nic. She was too fragile physically. I wasn’t sure any kind of preparation could make her ready for my kind of fucking.
Even now, I regretted bringing up the possibility of anal sex. I did it because I was hoping being inside her anally would satisfy my own personal need. Even though we hadn’t spoken about it, I knew she was an anal virgin. There was no way Chris and she had done that act. Theirs was definitely a vanilla marriage. I hadn't brought anything with me, tools of the trade; I hadn't thought it necessary on a trip that involved nothing but aged women and research… until Nic.
Acquiesce had a toy store with everything I would need. Somehow I would have to do my “shopping” without the spying eyes of Lorraina. I planned to pick up a few things: lube, restraints, condoms, maybe a few anal plugs, and possibly the violet wand, which was one of my favorites. Depending on how Nic responded to what I had planned, I would love to introduce her to electrical current stimulation.
I lightly stroked her thighs with the backs of my hands, inhaling her arousal. Her scent made my mouth water, and I couldn't wait to sample her. Her fragrance was a combination of floral body wash and desire. My cock strained against my shorts as I positioned myself to suckle her pussy through the delicate pink fabric of her panties. Tasting a woman took time as well as dedication; it was a meal that should be savored, not rushed.
Nic released a soft sigh as I blew through her panties. The triangle at the middle was so drenched, and wetness had leaked out to slick her inner thighs. I was drawn to that moisture, and my tongue darted out to lap it up. Her taste traveled from my mouth straight down to my cock, exploding my senses and sending shockwaves through my cells. I was right; she did taste sweet, like the richest cream ever made.
The sound deep in my throat permeated the quiet surrounding us as I continued to kiss and lick her inner things, occasionally blowing on her core. She squirmed and let out tiny mews and moans, and I wondered what she would do when I delved my tongue deep into her wet folds.
I struggled to find the right way to lie so I would be comfortable enough to get her off yet hold my own release at bay. It had never been an issue to keep myself in check. Maybe this was happening because I’d denied myself ejaculation for such a long period prior to last night.
I began to massage her mound through the material of her panties. She was bucking wildly, and I began to wonder how far I'd actually get before she had a release. I used my one hand to palm her as I continued to let my fingers drift languidly along her inner thighs.
“Cass, please.” Her voice sounded weak as she pleaded.
I spoke close to her wet slit, letting my voice vibrate off her. “I told you at some point you'd beg, but I never thought it would happen so soon. You're hardly even a challenge,” I teased.
“And you're a fuc—”
She never finished the sentence. I had just pulled her panties to one side and let my tongue explore her outer lips, nipping at them softly as I felt her body jackknife. I licked my way up and down her crease, then let my tongue explore the edges of both sides. Her taste was dizzying, and I found myself immediately addicted.
“We need to take these off, and I want to put a pillow under your head. I want to see you come, and I want you to watch me.” I pulled her panties down and struggled to get them past her ankles. If this were anyone else, I would have torn them off. I sat up and reached behind me, grabbing a pillow. As I leaned over her, my bare chest brushed against her body for a moment, and I had to close my eyes to keep from staring at her.
“I don't know if I want you to watch me,” she panted.
“I've already heard you come, remember. I want you to watch what I do. It will enhance your release.”
“I think I'm really close.” Her voice quivered and her body seemed to struggle to gain control.
I got right up to her face as I lifted her head to put the pillow behind her. “Baby, I haven't even begun to get you off. What I just did was the appetizer. I haven't even gotten to the main course yet. When I make you come, you'll sense it, feel it, know it.”
I heard a deep-throated pant as she relented.
With my tongue, I began to nip on her outer lips as well as the inner. I could feel Nic grappling to hold on, and then she found my hair and decided pulling it would ground her. I flicked my tongue from top to bottom and then from side to side. I made sure to stay on the outer edges, keeping my tongue as flat as possible. She needed to be soaked in her arousal before I penetrated her.
Her juices began to fill my mouth as I did short, light flicks with just the tip of my tongue. Her moans began to echo off the rocks around us. As I continued to lick, I used my fingers to separate her folds and centered on her clit. I moved my tongue in tight little circles. She began to grind into me, simulating fucking. I had to close my eyes to concentrate on what I was doing instead of what I wished I were doing.
How easy it would be to unbutton my shorts, let my cock spring free, flip her over, and sink myself within her. This internal struggle wasn’t only irritating, but also perplexing. I knew if I fucked her, our friendship and the research would end. It would always mean more to her than to me. I just wanted to fuck her, plain and simple. There was no re
ason or agenda—it was just a physical need—and every single fiber of my being was screaming, Do it!
She was wet enough now, and I pushed one long finger in slowly as I heard her moan. It slid in without much resistance and I curved the tip when it wouldn't go any farther. As I licked her, I tapped the nub of her clit. I momentarily stopped licking in order to blow along her folds. Her body began to twitch as I felt her pussy clamp down on my finger and tongue. I noticed as her thighs began to shake, causing me to thrust my tongue deeper. I began to do a fast circular motion with my finger. I had the feeling she could take two or maybe three fingers, but I hesitated, not wanting to cause her discomfort.
I peered up from my position to watch her. She had her eyes closed and one fist tightly clenched by her side. Her breathing had become quick and shallow. I watched as her brow furrowed and she began to move her head from side to side as she tugged on my hair rougher. Her eyes flew open and we stared at each other. She watched as I continued to lick and stroke her clit, and I watched her as the world she knew began to explode in a life-altering orgasm.
I pressed my face into her pussy, allowing her release to rush onto my skin. I wanted my tongue and finger to stay inside her forever. My thoughts were a major intrusion and disrupting my goal here. I had to get relief—I had to fuck. That was the only way I could cope with another few weeks of Nic.
18~Nicola
I wanted to lie on the blanket with my eyes closed and my arm resting across them forever. But I couldn't help but peek as Cass stood up. There was no denying that erection. Even with his shorts on, he was huge.
“I'm going to find a tree and relieve myself. Go ahead and get dressed. Then we can have some lunch.”
Jesus, nothing fazed him. The minute I couldn't see him, I quickly got up and opened the picnic basket. Between all the food and dishware were tons of napkins. I grabbed a few and proceeded to clean myself off the best I could. I could smell myself, and my panties were damp. This left me flustered. I was going to find it nerve-racking to try to engage in any kind of a conversation while having lunch.
