by Hazel Parker
“No?”
“Are you sure?” I heard a kind smile spread through his voice. “I’m almost eighteen! You demanded. You assured us you were mature enough to handle anything and you seemed so frustrated that your mom and dad didn’t agree. I wanted to make up for that tonight. I wanted you to understand that I think of you as a fully mature woman, now.”
“Thanks, Uncle Clive,” I sniffed, finally turning over. I managed to sit up to face him. “I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise. It feels good to hear you say that.” He smiled at me. “But I wasn’t upset about the stories,” I told him. “I mean, I was, but not because they were adult or risqué.”
“Then what was it, dear?”
And so, I told him. I told him everything. I left out some of the grittier details, but I told him about my crush on Warren, that I’d never let any other boys get too close to me because they couldn’t measure up to the fantasies I had about him and that, from almost the first moment I saw him, here in Scotland, I’d been desperate to sleep with him, been trying to entice him, and had eventually managed to make him my first that very afternoon.
At some point, while I was talking, tears had begun to run down my face. Clive gave me his handkerchief and even listened patiently as I told him I felt like I was in love with Warren, and that it felt like we could have a relationship together. At least until I was reminded of his Casanova past and pictured my parents’ reaction, given the age difference and his status as such a close family friend.
“I’m sorry for laying all this on you, Clive,” I sniffed, “I’m just not sure how I got here and I don’t know what to do.”
“Hey, hey. It’s okay,” he whispered, putting his arm around me. “Tell you the truth? I’d always kinda hoped I’d be the uncle you could come to with boy trouble, as you had no cool, hip aunts. I was always a little disappointed that you never seemed to have any boy trouble.”
“Sorry,’ I shrugged, “no boys.”
He laughed aloud. “Well, if you want my advice?”
“Really do.”
“Let Warren’s past go,” advised Clive. “He’s trying desperately to. So, if you want to be with him, you’ll have to also. And let me tell you something: I know I give him a hard time, but the way he is now, the way he’s been for the last five years or so, he’s a new man. He gave up the bad boy, alpha dog thing a long time ago and been practically a monk since.”
“But what about Vanessa?” I said, before I’d even finished thinking.
“I can’t speak for that, all I can tell you is what I know.”
I nodded, thinking for a moment. “And what about my folks, my mom and your brother? What will they say?”
“Well,” he took a breath, “here’s the part you might not like.” I steeled myself. “Grow up, MJ. You’re twenty-two, you’ve matured and you can make your own choices and deal with the consequences. If you two want to try and make it work, it’s up to you to tell your mom and dad. They may not like it at first – or they may – but they know how different Warren’s been these past few years and I’m sure they’ll be supportive. You know as well as I do that they want you to be happy, above all else.”
I was getting a little tired of people giving me that ‘you’re grown up, make own your choices’ speech. First Vanessa, then Warren, now my Uncle Clive. However, it suddenly felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Hearing Clive say that was almost like getting my father’s blessing and, suddenly, the only thing I wanted to do was find Warren, apologize for being such a little girl about everything, and finish what he tried to start, in this very bedchamber.
The large freestanding tub was filled with bubbles and surrounded by candles, which cast a soft warm light around the slightly steamy room. Sat on the edge of the tub in only a towel, I idly dragged my fingers around in the hot water, a playful smile dancing over my lips. I need you, the text I’d sent to Warren said, before instructing him to meet me in the bathroom. I hoped he’d take it in the spirit I meant it. I hoped he knew I wanted him there so I could make things up to him.
There was a knock at the door and I knew it was him. My heart quickened in my chest as I bid him come in and, as he entered, his long, muscular body dressed in just his jeans created the perfect profile to reignite my desire as I stared at him.
“You called,” he said, his face blank.
I got up and slinked toward him. He held his ground, closing the bathroom door behind him, until I was close enough to press my towel covered breasts against his chest. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry for messing up dinner. I know I’ve made things a little icy between us. I was hoping this could warm us back up,”
I spotted him looking over my shoulder, his eyes focusing on the mirror behind me. “FYI, those towels don’t cover your butt.”
“I know,” I smiled back, letting the material drop to the floor. I felt a tingle of satisfaction as his eyes widened at the sight of my naked body, laid out before him once more.
He beckoned me back over to the tub, holding my hand steady as I climbed into the bath. I lay back, luxuriating in the perfectly warm temperature, feeling it defrost the ice that seemed to have formed between us as easily as it did the chill that had begun to settle in my bones. I extended a long and shapely leg out above the bubbles for Warren to take in his hand and he began slowly, sensually, gliding his fingers along my smooth skin.
“Really, though,” he said, “aside from the age gap – plus my being best friends with your uncle and so close with your family – I travel the world for fifty weeks of the year. It’s going to be tough to settle down.”
“I know,” I replied, the sensation of his fingertips stroking up the back of my leg was making it hard to think. “I don’t know what I want either. Except that I want your fingers to keep going the way they’re headed.”
Warren playfully pulled my leg to him, scooting my butt along the floor of the tub, forcing me to grab the old-style brass faucets to keep my face above the water, and exposing my soft, almost bare mound to him. He looked down at my pussy with the eyes of a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks, before delicately pressing his lips against me and sending a shudder of pleasure right through my body.
He kissed me softly, sending more exquisite tremors through every nerve, before gently opening my wet lips with his tongue, tasting my slick nectar again, and flicking lightly against my aching clit. A blissful moan fell from my mouth. Before that afternoon, I’d never been touched like that, touched there so delicately, and yet here he was again, sending subtle ripples of ecstasy cascading gently out to the furthest reaches of me. The guys my age had been all fingers while trying to stick it in me, but Warren knew what he was doing. He took his time and responded to my reactions, bringing me even more pleasure. My breathing became gasps again, my body tingling as I felt myself on the edge once more. His tongue and fingertips felt as though they were pouring molten honey right into my very core.
Though with half-closed eye, I spied at his cock. It was long and unbelievably hard again, and it knew I wanted him to pound me relentlessly as I came. I lazily pushed him off me with a foot and dragged my body out of the warm water.
“Are you okay?” he asked, a touch of concern in his voice.
“You’re driving me wild, baby,” I purred, quickly toweling myself off. “And I want you to fuck me again before I come.”
“Oh, my God! You’re sensational,” he muttered, as I took hold of his stiff cock and dragged him from the bathroom.
Chapter Ten
I felt sexy, beautiful, and so powerful, as I led him down the corridor. He might have been the master, the teacher, the more mature and experienced person, but he was mine to use for my own desires and I got to decide what, and how, he got his pleasure. The feeling was so intoxicating, the rush of lust was almost overpowering me as we finally reached his bedroom.
His room wasn’t dissimilar to mine. It was fitted with cherry wood instead of oak but, mainly, it was lined with hundreds of black and white photos,
all clearly taken by Warren, and all of nude, or nearly nude, women. However, there was nothing explicit or ugly about any of the pictures. It was more like a celebration of beauty. Sexual beauty, I realized, but by that point I was beginning to wonder if there was any other kind.
I guided him to the bed and pushed him down onto it. “Am I going to end up on these walls,” I raised an eyebrow as he scooted back and I crawled up on top of him.
“That was my plan, definitely,” he told me.
I allowed myself a smile of pride as I looked around at the desirable, distinguished company I’d be keeping. There were many I didn’t recognize, but also many I did. Suddenly, though, there was one I hadn’t counted on seeing. I spotted Vanessa among the faces, her fingers seductively touching her pouting lips, her hair gently mussed, her beautiful eyes questioning the camera, and her amazing breasts looking as unbelievable naked as they did covered. The reality of the situation quickly came to rest heavily on my heart.
“Among everything else, aren’t you worried that Vanessa might get jealous?” I asked, trying to sound a flippant as possible.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you guys did sleep together, didn’t you? And maybe still do, on occasion?”
“Really?” he grinned. “Because there’s a naked picture on my wall you think I’m fucking her?” I nodded. “Baby, as much as I may have wanted to a long time ago, both then and now you’d have a better chance at fucking Vanessa than I would?”
“What do you mean?” I felt a chill run down my spine. Did he know about that little tryst Vanessa and I enjoyed? It didn’t really count as fucking her, as far as I was concerned, but still… I thought it best to play dumb. I seriously doubted Vanessa would have said anything.
“Vanessa isn’t into guys,” he smiled. “It’s one of the reasons I hired her. I don’t need that sort of complication in my life. I need a good, competent assistant that I can count on”
“Oh, my God!” I felt an unexpected wave of relief wash over me. I really liked Vanessa and I love the carefree spirit she seemed to inhabit. The tension I’d been feeling about her and Warren’s relationship had been eating me up and bringing me down. I wrapped my hand around the base of his staff, squeezing until he gasped. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I have an idea,” he grinned.
Smiling back at him, I realized I was finally able to appreciate Warren’s amazing cock properly. I felt a twinge of need as I beheld it, standing proudly before me, arcing up from its nest of short, curly hairs magnificently, and twitching gently every time I touched it. I longed to know what it felt like in my mouth.
I’d never gone beyond nervously jerking off the one or two guys I fooled around with in college, no matter how much they’d begged for me to use my mouth. One occasion, though, I remembered that porno they’d shown me and remembered the look of lust and relish that skinny blonde girl had on her face as she really went to town on that big, hard dick. I’d fantasized about doing the same, once or twice, but I didn’t trust the guys my own age to be clean enough or to not come straight away, leaving me empty and unsatisfied. I had a hunch, though, that Warren would be able to control himself a little better.
A greedy look crossing my face, I slipped my mouth over the tip of him, thrilling as he throbbed against my tongue from just that touch. I dragged my lips up and down the length of him, feeling every ridge and vein as well as I could when he was inside me. Taking of as much of him in my mouth as I could, I felt myself squirming at the pleasure I got from Warren telling me how good I felt, how amazing my hot mouth was on his cock, how I made him want to shoot his load all over me. The feeling of power was amazing. I loved how I could make him gasp or cry out with just the slightest movement. How, if I desired, I could make him lose control and empty himself down my throat. If I desired.
“Baby, please,” he panted, “I’m gonna come. Let me fuck you!”
And he didn’t wait for an answer. He lifted me off him and turned me toward the foot of the bed. His hands on mine, he spread my arms so I gripped the bedposts to each side of me. I felt him come up behind me, his hands encircling my body and holding my back against his chest, and his long dick nudging against my ass cheeks, just as he’d done in the studio when I ground my butt against his cock until he came in his pants.
I wanted him. I wanted that hard, smooth, shaft inside me, deep as it could go, shooting its hot load right into the very depths of me. I knew, instinctively, that he’d reach deeper from this angle than any other. I felt the juice literally drip from my willing pussy as I waited for him. I leaned my head forward, raised my butt, and gave the subtlest, almost imperceptible wiggle to invite him in.
Warren needed no more encouragement. He lined up perfectly, the hot tip of his cock rubbing deliciously at my eager opening before, without warning, he drove himself hard inside me, right up to the hilt. A full-throated cry escaped my lips, somewhere between pleasure and pain.
My God that was hard! I screamed inside my head. It felt like he would split me in two! Please, please do it again. As if reading my mind, Warren slid out, until he was barely touching me, then urgently plunged back in again. I cried out once more, but this was definitely pleasure. He pulled out and thrust in a third time, pushing with all his might, as if trying to break right through me. I screamed in ecstasy. It felt like nothing had ever touched so deep inside me. I pushed back on him, edging him still further in. He dropped his arms to my waist, forcing me to stay impaled on him, and ground his hips against my butt cheeks, pushing hard as he could.
Kneeling there, my mouth open and panting, Warren fully embedded inside me, my throbbing sheath fully enclosing him. I had nothing to compare this feeling with. I simply couldn’t believe there was an experience like this on earth. I willed him on, hoping that it would never end.
“Oh, baby,” I found myself saying, “that feels so good. Fuck me now, fuck me harder!” I didn’t know how I found a voice to speak, but it did the trick. Warren began slowly but rhythmically pounding me hard, filling me with even more amazing sensations. His pace increased with the pitch of my moans. I drove myself back onto him, each of our thrusts sending a shock of pleasure closer and closer to my very center. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, he hammered at me. His hands groped my butt and breasts, and every time he forced his way inside, I got closer and closer to that sweet release. Deep inside me, I could feel him throbbing urgently too, his hard cock ready to dump its hot seed in my pussy once more.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Harder! Harder!” I screamed. I was ready. Ready to feel him burst inside me as those huge waves of pleasure came crashing through me again. I couldn’t hold on any longer. My hands felt the bedposts slip from their grasp as my vibrating body was hammered relentlessly. Crying out with every jolt of his great cock driving into me, I felt my face laying on the sheets. My body was suddenly prone with just my smooth ass in the air, as Warren fucked me. Every nerve and synapse in my body lit up like the Fourth of July. I felt the great build-up of heat in my sex spill over, erupting through me like an atom bomb. I screamed and thrashed, my body reduced to a sweating, writhing, orgasming mass with Warren’s still hard dick slamming in and out of it. Without words in my head I begged for him to come but, at the same time, silently implored him to never stop, to never end this, to keep fucking me until I died. “Don’t ever stop!” I panted desperately. “I love you fucking me! I love you, Warren!”
And, with that, he let out an animal roar himself, ramming his cock deep enough to drive me even further into rapture, before I felt him burst deep inside me. Pulse after pulse, volley after volley he seemed to be firing into me, like he just couldn’t stop pumping his life-giving seed into my pussy. After a moment about the length of an eon, his unstoppable barrage finally subsided, and we both fell breathlessly to the side, my ass still shoved into his crotch and his dick, ever-so-slowly shrinking from my dripping pussy.
The warmth of him against my skin, the feel of his strong body
so close to me, the slow pulses of ecstasy that so recently threatened to tear me apart gently ebbing away, I was in heaven. “Do we ever have to move again?” I purred at him. “Can’t we just stay here forever? Who would mind?”
“I think they would understand,” I heard him smile. “Anyway, we might have to.”
“Yeah? Cool.”
“I mean since you professed your love to me.”
I sat bolt upright. I shiver ran down my spine. My mind was a little foggy, but I did suddenly have a dim recollection of telling Warren I loved him. Oh, fuck! I wailed. I can’t believe I let that slip out. He’s going to run a mile, now. It’s such a ridiculous thing to say on the same day we first have sex. He must think I’m such a girl.
“I said that?” I giggled nervously. “I remember saying I loved you fucking me,” I reached back to fondle his sleeping cock, hoping to arouse him again and maybe ride him until he forgot my big mouth. At least until the next time I’m orgasming with him inside me, then I’ll probably say it again!
He gently moved my hand from fondling his balls. “Mary-Jane, baby,” he said softly, “it’s okay. You don’t need to feel embarrassed. It was wonderful to hear those words.” He reached over to my face and affectionately turned me to face him, before leaning in and kissing me so lovingly, so tenderly, so beautifully, I almost melted inside. I couldn’t help the soft moan I breathed into his mouth. Finally, our lips broke apart, just enough to allow the tiniest amount of air between us. “And it’s okay because I feel the same way. I’m in love with you, Mary-Jane Parker.”
My heart leaped to hear him say that. I felt tears come to my eyes. I wanted to laugh, to cry, to shout, to scream, to grab him, excite him and plunge him back inside me. I twisted around as much as I could and threw my arms around him, covering his face with kisses.
“Easy, baby, easy,” he chuckled, lifting me until I was sat in his lap, facing him, our naked bodies pressed together and our bare sexes just inches apart again. I fancied I could feel the heat from his cock as it began to return to life for me. “Believe me, I’m as happy as you are that we’re on the same page. But I’m still concerned about how your family is going to react to us having a relationship.
