by Mia Carson
“Oh, shit, Levi! You’re going to make me come! You’re going to make me come!”
I flicked at her button with my tongue as her heels dug into my back, the stiffness in her body as she rose to her orgasm exciting me. I once read that when pleasing a woman with start out like a butterfly and finished like a bulldog eating oatmeal. I licked and sucked, twisting my face around, slurping and moaning as if I was chasing every drop of the finest ice cream.
Suddenly her heels dug in painfully hard as she slapped at the dash with her hand, her back arching as she pressed against the seat and dash, her body stiff with pleasure. I continued to lick and nibble as she battled through her pleasure, the faintest of quivers detectible in her legs before she relaxed with a sigh. I continued to kiss, but after a moment I realized she was spent. I slowly rose to my feet as I kissed up her body to take her lips.
I was dying to know but was afraid to ask. She kissed me leisurely, her arms going around my neck to hold me in the kiss, the feel of her naked body against mine for the first time, intoxicating.
“You’re sure you’ve never done that before?” she sighed. “That was un-fucking-believable!”
I couldn’t help but grin. “First time. It was good?”
She pushed me out of the truck so she could sit up, and smiled at me. “Better than good. And now it’s my turn,” she purred as she continued to push me backwards before she lowered herself to her knees in front of me.
I tried to pull her to her feet, afraid I would climax and not be able to make love to her, but she kept slapping my hands away.
“I want to do this,” she murmured as she kissed and licked my manhood.
She took me into her mouth, sliding about halfway down before stopping. She drew hard on me as she pulled back, causing me to hiss before she stopped at the head, battering the tip with her tongue. I held her head, applying the lightest of pressure, indicating my pleasure but not trying to force her to do more than she was willing. All too soon I felt my rapture bearing down on me.
“Ah… you’re going to make me come,” I growled as I thrust at her mouth, unable to still my hips.
She continued to work me over, her skills improving moment by moment. I fought against my climax, trying to restrain my orgasm using the techniques I’d read about, but the sensation of her mouth and tongue caressing my manhood, combined with the view in my mind’s eye, was overwhelming.
“I’m going to come,” I grunted, giving her warning so I wouldn’t come in her mouth if she didn’t want me too. She released me, smiling up at me in triumph as she gave my shaft several quick pumps with her hand. “Fuck!” I grunted as I came, spilling my seed onto the dust.
She pumped me, causing me to jerk and twist in orgasmic agony before she took me into her mouth again, sucking hard on the tip.
“Stop! Ella, Stop!” I begged, pushing her away before she ducked under my hands to take me into her mouth again.
I cried out, an inarticulate cry of pain and pleasure as she licked and sucked the head of my cock while pumping my shaft. I shoved her away again before I stumbled back, desperate to be free from the exquisite torture of her lips and tongue.
I shivered in aftershocks as she slowly stood. I pulled her to me, taking her lips in a long, erotic kiss as she continued to stroke my manhood to keep me hard. The warmth of her body, the feel of her flesh against mine, was beyond anything I had imagined. We clung to each other, our hands roaming, pulling and tugging as our tongues engaged in an erotic duel, the passion we’d just shared making our kiss heated. We’d played before, teasing each other until we became afraid we’d lose control before we’d stop. We weren’t stopping, and for the first time we could allow our passions free reign.
She took the small square from the dash of the truck, ripped it open with her teeth, and pulled the condom from inside. She tossed the empty package into the truck and rolled the condom over my still throbbing cock. She pulled me to her as she sat down on the seat.
“Take me,” she whispered.
I needed no more encouragement. I slid into her depths, the feel and warmth of her surrounding me better than in my most vivid fantasies. I wanted to plunge into her and take her with erotic ferocity, but I knew I had to be gentle. I started out slow, wanting to make love to her, not fuck her, but after only a moment she spurred me with her hips.
“Faster!” I thrust into her, kissing and nipping at the hard points of her breast with my lips. “Oh, God, you feel so good! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!”
Her words were twisting me up, and I began to pound into her hard and fast.
“I’m going to come! I’m going to come! I’m—” she chanted before she fell silent, rising up and pulling my lips to hers for a torrid kiss.
She released me with a soft cry, slapping at me and the truck as she fell back to the seat and thrashed her head. I redoubled my efforts, slamming into her as hard and fast as I could, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible.
“Fuck…I’m coming again!” she whispered, holding on to me tightly.
She clung to me, her body quivering in pleasure as I plunged into her with fast, hard thrusts of pleasure. It was fantasy made real, the excitement of having her for the first time, of fucking her to multiple orgasms, the feel of her under me, stripping away my control. I came again, but still I pounded into her, fighting my body for control, my skin tingling as if millions of tiny bolts of electricity danced across my skin.
“Fuck!” I cried, flinging my head back as I continued to pound into her, unable to endure, unwilling to stop.
Finally, I could take the sweet anguish no more. I drove deep into her and held myself there as I collapsed over her, my legs weak. I lay across her as we panted in passion spent.
It was over so fast I was afraid I hadn’t satisfied her, but she had excited me so much all my plans to please her for hours on end hadn’t survived my rush of desire.
“Did you come?” she asked.
I chuckled, shocked she hadn’t been able to tell. “God, yes.”
I felt so slick and was pretty sure I was softening, but I didn’t want to pull out. Not yet. I kissed her gently as I softly thrust into her, wanting to please her until the end. “Was it…?”
She smiled and touched my face. “It was perfect. Was—?”
“Better than perfect,” I interrupted before kissing her again. “I’ve been dreaming of this, and it was better than I had imagined.”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, me too,” she breathed before pulling me into a kiss.
We kissed for a long time, in no hurry to break the closeness we felt. I started to pull out. I was only semi-erect and couldn’t tell if the condom was coming with me. I carefully pulled out and felt with my fingers. The condom was still there, but I’d come buckets and it was trying to slide off, so I pushed back in deep and used my fingers to make sure it didn’t come off. The last thing we wanted was for her to get pregnant.
I couldn’t tell in the darkness, but I was pretty sure I got it out without incident. I wasn’t sure what to do with it, so I tossed it into the back of the truck to deal with later. We picked up our clothes, giving them hard pops to knock as much of the clinging dust from them as possible, before we dressed with much kissing and touching.
“Are you okay?” I asked, an unidentifiable uneasiness swirling inside of me.
She drew her finger softly over my lips. “Why wouldn’t I be? Are you?”
I tasted her lips. “I’m fine, but…we’ve taken a big step. I don’t want—”
“Levi,” she murmured, “I’ve been dreaming of this since I was sixteen or seventeen. I wanted to. It was only a matter of time before this happened, you know that. I decided I wanted this before you left. You’re not sorry, are you?”
“No! Of course not! I didn’t want you to think that you had to, that’s all.”
She smiled, but in the dimness of the moon it looked slightly sad. “If I thought that was all you wanted, I wouldn’t be here with you right now. I love you, Levi, a
nd—”
“I love you too,” I said, talking over her.
“—and I wanted this before you left.” She brushed my lips with her own. “Now, when you come to see me, there won’t be any question, any hesitation. I wanted you, and I’ll want you again and again.”
I didn’t know how to answer, so I hugged her. For the last two years, I’d been working hard not to be the horn-dog so many of our classmates were. She deserved better than that. But now that the ice was broken, I was looking forward to having her again and again, learning to please her as she pleased me. And I was going to last longer the next time if it killed me.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to stay here, with her in my arms, for the rest of the night, but I knew there would be questions if we didn’t get home soon. With a sigh and one last long, slow, kiss, I ushered her into my truck, the nagging background fear that she would find someone else silent for the first time in weeks.
Ella
The sky dark and heavy as nature gave life to our fields, the droplets of life giving moisture patting softly against the window of my room. The sky suited my mood perfectly. Levi had been gone for almost a week and I missed him desperately. I’d been tempted to open one of his letters but had resisted. It was going to get worse, much worse, once I was in Wichita Falls, and I was saving them for when I really needed them.
I was still dreaming of the night I’d lost my virginity to Levi. It had been magical, better than I’d dreamed it could be. I’d been apprehensive that our first time would be uncomfortable, but I was one of the lucky few and felt nothing but mind-twisting pleasure. I had been taking care of myself with my fingers for some time, to give me the strength to wait, which was probably why it hadn’t hurt, but all my playing in the deep of night hadn’t fully prepared me for the experience. The feel of him inside me had been exquisite, his manhood filling me to perfection. Girls talked, and all during my senior year and afterwards, I’d heard about how some guy had wound some girl’s clock. I had nothing to compare Levi too, but I’d be willing to put him up against any man, anywhere, for his ability to please a woman.
I’d held his penis in my hand before, but I hadn’t realized how well-endowed he was until he was inside me. We’d made love twice more before he left, and each time, he was better than the time before. Our first time, on the seat of his truck, had been wild, hard, and fast. Exactly what I’d wanted at the time, my need for him making me eager. The next time had been much slower and loving. His parents had traveled to Dallas to spend the day with Kamron, their youngest daughter, and we’d made good use of the time as we made slow, sensual, love in his bed.
The third time, only three days before he left for BMT, we’d returned to our spot at Stamford Lake with a blanket and made love among the cottonwoods by the water. That one had been the best of all, our passions fueled by his imminent departure as we softly cried our pleasure to the world and soaked the blanket with our sweat. We’d started experimenting with different positions and techniques. His stamina had improved immensely, and the results had been explosive. I’d also decided that condoms were a pain in the ass because they broke the mood when we had to stop and sheath his sword. As soon as I was out on my own, I was going on the pill. When he came to see me, he could enter me without pause or hesitation, and I’d be able feel him come inside me.
I’d ached for two days after the fucking he’d given me under the trees, but I couldn’t stop smiling. Now he was gone. I couldn’t even call him, not while he was in BMT. I’d watched him board the bus that carried him away, and I’d cried, shedding silent tears with Judy as the vehicle disappeared.
I’d cried a little each of the next three days. I was okay during the day, when I was busy and we rarely saw each other anyway, but in the evenings, when we’d normally be together, his absence weighed heavy. I was past the tears now, but the ache inside at his absence was as strong as ever.
After eight weeks of BMT, I could see him. He couldn’t come home, but I was driving to San Antonio with Will and Judy the weekend before I started school, and that was the only thing keeping the darkness at bay.
I was staring out my window as the rain pattered against the pane. Dad was busy in the shop maintaining some piece of equipment, and Mom had run into town to do some shopping. If Levi were home, he’d either be here with me or I’d be at his farm with him since the fields were too wet to work. The dreary weather was only serving to make my melancholy worse when my phone rang.
“Hey, Cat,” I said after seeing Catherine Meyer’s face pop up on my phone.
“Hey, Ella! You still moping around?”
“I’m not moping,” I protested.
Cat giggled. “Sure you’re not,” she said, drawing the first word out in a long drawl. “Listen, a bunch of us are going to meet at the Caswell barn this evening. Why don’t you come?”
The Caswell barn, or simply ‘the barn,’ was an old barn that had belonged to the Caswell family years ago, before the Calhouns bought their land. The barn was tucked into a grove of trees south of town, long abandoned and leaning to the right like a drunk as it fell into disrepair, but it served as a gathering place where kids for generations went to have a beer, get loud, make out, and shoot the shit. The rule was, ‘what happened at the barn, stayed at the barn,’ and so long as nobody got hurt, the cops left people alone there.
“I don’t know,” I said. The last thing I felt like doing was partying.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Are you going to spend the next four years sulking? Levi isn’t going to care if you go have a beer with friends. Do you think he’s not going to have a beer or three with his friends?”
“It’s not that.”
“What, then?”
“I don’t know. I’m just not in the mood.”
“And you say you’re not sulking? Come on, it’ll do you good. Get out and forget your troubles for a little while. In less than two months you’ll have your nose in a book for four years. This may be your last chance to get wild. You need to learn to live a little.”
Cat had a well-earned reputation as being a party girl. She was always up for a good time, no matter the occasion. If beer or boys were involved, she was in, and would put out for any guy willing to spend money on her.
“Maybe,” I allowed.
“It’s settled then. I’ll be by at eight to pick you up. You can ride with me so you can take me home after I get shit-faced. Deal?”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Okay, sure.”
“Great! Wear something sexy. I don’t want you cramping my style!” she teased and was gone before I could protest.
I gave my head a little shake. Cat was a mess, but maybe she was on to something. Maybe that was just what I needed, to be surrounded by friends. Levi and I had paid more than one visit to the Caswell barn. It was the place where, when we were sophomores in high school, he first kissed me to much whooping, hollering, and jeering by our friends. The rumors we were fucking were thick after that, but we didn’t care, and I think most people who really knew us knew they weren’t true.
Dress sexy, Cat said. I stood and walked to my closet to see what I had available. I selected a new shirt. It wasn’t the most revealing thing I owned, but it was the shirt I was wearing when Levi made me a woman, and there was nothing sexier than that. Besides, if Levi couldn’t go to the barn with me, I wanted to wear something to remind me of him. Just holding the shirt and thinking about the last time I wore it made me smile. Maybe I needed to wear this shirt more often if it was going to improve my mood this much.
-oOo-
The rain had stopped hours before. That was the nice thing about the barn. Even if it was raining, you could stand inside, and so long as you avoided the leaks in the roof, you could stay dry. Rascal Flatts was blasting from somebody’s truck, and I was feeling a little better about myself. The only thing that could make it better was if Levi and I were sharing a beer like normal.
“Better?” Cat asked as she walked up and handed me another bottle, the beer already opened for me.
I smiled. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks for inviting me.”
“Hey, we girls got to stick together and take care of each other, right?” I nodded.
“You ladies doing alright?” Steve Calhoun asked as he sauntered up.
Steve was the son of Raymond Calhoun, the owner of Calhoun Farms. He was the same age as me and had been the quarterback of the football team, class president, and was still an all-around jerk. His parents gave him everything he wanted, so he was spoiled and entitled. He drove a new truck his daddy bought for him and had plenty of money to spend. He might be good looking, and a lot of girls were drawn to him, but I never understood what they saw in him. What I saw was a loud-mouthed, petty blowhard who pouted and could be vindictive if he didn’t get his way.
During his senior year, he’d bragged how Texas A&M was recruiting him for a football scholarship, but here he was, still in Hamlinton, with no scholarship and no interest in doing anything except riding around in one of his daddy’s trucks trying to impress people.
During school, he’d made a couple of attempts to seduce me away from Levi, but I wouldn’t trade Levi and his beat-up old Chevy for Steve, his new truck, and his free spending ways, no matter how much Steve tried to convince me. I’d always suspected he’d been the one spreading rumors that I was putting out for Levi, but I didn’t care what he thought. He’d bagged Cat, though, while we were still in high school, but she’d confided in me later that he was lousy in the sack. Score another win for Levi.
I smiled at Steve. I didn’t care much for him, but I could be polite. “Fine. I haven’t seen you around in a while.”
“Yeah, been busy. I hear Levi joined the Army.”
“Air Force. Toughest of all the services to get into,” I corrected, not liking Steve’s slightly sneering attitude, like serving his country was beneath him.
He waved his hand dismissively. “Whatever. I’m surprised he ran off and left you. I thought you two were joined at the hip. I have to tell you, if I had you warming my bed, I’d never leave town.”
