Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  What did it matter in the middle of nowhere anyways?

  I wouldn't be satisfied until I was with him. Body and soul.

  Jonathan entered the cabin, still shirtless, sweat on his brow and covering his chest. Years of back-breaking work had done his body good.

  “How was your shower?” he asked, wiping his brow with a towel.

  I was mesmerized by him. My eyes couldn't break contact with his six-pack. They didn't seem possible. When I realized he asked me a question, I finally looked into his eyes. “Sorry, what was that?”

  Jonathan caught me checking him out. His eyes were watching mine the entire time. But he played it off like it was nothing. “How was your shower?”

  I clapped my hands together. I didn't know what to do with them all the sudden. “It was fine. I ran out of hot water a little too fast.”

  “Got to get everything done quick.”

  Jonathan left me to go get changed. I collapsed onto the couch, my hand over my chest. My heart had never beat so quick before. I wanted to jump him and smother him with kisses.

  I went to my room to unpack the rest of my suitcase. Luckily I had brought enough cold-weather gear. I would need to bundle up tonight if I was going to make it through the night alive.

  Jonathan's door opened and he walked out only wearing a tiny white towel around his waist. He was about to go to the bathroom but there was no way my body was going to let him get away.

  I left the suitcase behind and blocked the bathroom door before Jonathan could get to it. “Can you help me in my room for a second?” I asked.

  Jonathan looked down at his towel and nodded. He joined me in my room. “What do you need?”

  I needed to think quick on my feet. “It gets very cold during the night. Are there any more blankets or something I could do to keep warm?”

  “I know why you brought me in here,” he said.

  “You do?” I wasn't even sure why I brought him in here.

  Jonathan let the towel drop to the floor. My jaw dropped.

  I never knew.

  He was so enormous. A cock so long and thick that it couldn't possibly fit anywhere.

  “I've seen you looking at me,” he said.

  I didn't know what to say. My entire body turned a shade of red.

  “I thought it was just a little crush that would pass once you went out to the real world. But now I can see that I was wrong.” Jonathan took a step towards me.

  I backed up and hit the closed door. I was so scared but excited at the same time. There was nowhere for me to run now.

  “I've loved you for so long, Andrea. I had to come out to the middle of nowhere to get away from these feelings. It was the only way I could make it work.”

  I stared into his eyes and knew it was true. It was all true.

  I couldn't resist any longer. I sprinted towards him and jumped into his arms. Our lips met and fireworks went off. Jonathan held me effortless as we spun around, our mouths moving against one another. It was a kiss for the ages.

  He gently let me down, his strong arms holding me tight. I could feel his erect cock pulse against me. My clothes were only getting in the way.

  Jonathan thought the same thing. His fingers pulled apart my puffy jacket. I tore it off while he worked at me jeans. I giggled as he fumbled with the zipper. I couldn't believe this was really happening.

  In seconds I was just as naked as Jonathan. He took a step back to admire my figure, his eyes glazing over my large breasts and wide hips. His member was still standing at attention.

  “Those are the curves I've always dreamed about,” he said in a deep voice, his index finger tracing his bottom lip.

  I was always self-conscious about the way I looked but Jonathan made it seem like I was some sort of goddess.

  He returned to me, his hands feeling up my heavy tits. He ran his tongue over my mounds and around my nipples. They became hard erasers in seconds. He nibbled on me, his teeth chomping down and making me cry out.

  Jonathan came back to my lips and kissed me passionately. His hands wandered around my back and found my ass. He brought me closer to him, his shaft pinned against me. Jonathan picked me up by my butt only like I weighed nothing.

  He set me down on the bed with my head on the pillow. “Do you still want to go through with this,” he asked.

  “Forget the gentleman routine, Jonathan. I'm not going to wait another minute. Get over here and fuck me.”

  Chapter Five

  Jonathan pushed my legs apart with his knees and hovered over me. My pussy was so dripping wet, the bed sheets were getting soaked.

  “I've been waiting for this moment for so long,” I said. There were almost tears in my eyes. This moment was finally happening.

  “Me too,” Jonathan said. He plunged into me, his gigantic cock, spreading me wide.

  I gasped as his member continued to go deeper and deeper to fill me up. Jonathan groaned as his hips finally hit mine and he was buried in me.

  “You're so fucking big,” I said.

  “And you're so fucking tight,” he replied, slamming into me, his cock reaching even further than before.

  Jonathan kissed me, his tongue slipped into my mouth and another wave of pleasure washed over me.

  Every sense was heightened. Every touch an orgasm. “I'm close, Jonathan.”

  Jonathan pumped into me, his big arms holding himself above me. “Come for me, Andrea.”

  Since my time in the shower, the keys were already in the ignition. All I needed was for the engine to turn over. Jonathan turned the key and I finally found my release, coming all around him.

  My fingernails dug into his back muscles, bringing blood. My every limb convulsed with ecstasy. The room spun and nothing felt real anymore.

  “I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock while you come.”

  Jonathan picked up speed now, his hips crashing against me with every thrust. The headboard on the bed smacked against the wall. My tits bounced back and forth and Jonathan suffocated himself in my dirty pillows.

  He moaned into my chest, calling my name as he came into me. His seed poured into my fertile pussy.

  Another orgasm hit me like a train, the pleasure roaring in my ears. My body writhed underneath Jonathan.

  Jonathan continued to thrust into me until his balls were bone dry. He wasn't going to be satisfied until every drop of his come was inside me.

  He pulled out and collapsed next to me. I put my hands over my chest to try and calm my galloping heart.

  Jonathan gathered me in his arms. “That was better than I ever could imagine.”

  My mind was a blank. I couldn't think about anything. The sex was so mind-blowing that I thought something was wrong with my brain. The cloudiness slowly began to give way.

  “I don't even know how to explain what happened,” I replied.

  “It was us bottling those emotions for too long. It's like a bottle of champagne when you shake it too much. We just uncorked it right now.”

  “You make it sound so sexual,” I said, my fingertip grazing his manly pecs.

  “I feel like uncorking you again,” he said, his fingers tickling my thighs.

  I squirmed like a snake in his grasp, laughing so hard I thought I was going to puke. I returned fire, trying to tickle Jonathan under his arms.

  But it was no use. He wasn't the least bit ticklish while every spot for me was ticklish.

  “I give up,” I said.

  “Tell me how much you want me and I'll stop,” he said. His fingers knew just where to tickle me for maximum effectiveness.

  I would do anything he asked to get him to stop. But getting me to say what he wanted wasn't very hard.

  “I want you so much I think I'm going to explode,” I screamed out.

  Jonathan slowly stopped and grinned. “I'm ready for you again.”

  I was barely able to catch my breath before he flipped me over on my stomach and put me on my hands and knees. I looked behind me to see Jonathan alread
y hard again.

  Who was this man?

  Jonathan brought my ass to his hips and entered me from behind. My pussy stretched and stretched to take in all his massiveness.

  We came together so many times that day that I barely could remember my own name. We never left the bed except for Jonathan to get us food.

  I didn't need to worry about entertainment for the rest of the summer.

  Jonathan and I used every free minute to fuck each other over and over again.

  Our love couldn't be matched by anyone.

  But when the summer was over, it meant that I had to go back to school. I wanted to stay with him but Jonathan convinced me that I had to finish college since I only had one year left. I could come back to him when I was all done.

  Tears were in my eyes as I drove away. It felt like I was never going to see him again.

  Chapter Six

  I didn't know if I could make it through college without Jonathan.

  I didn't know if I could make it while I was carrying his baby. I wanted to tell him so badly but I couldn't leave to tell him. I told him I was going to return after I graduated and that's just what I did.

  I drove out to his cabin on a summer night just like I did the year before. But this time there were so many things that had changed.

  Would Jonathan still love me?

  How would he react to the news?

  There were too many unknowns and the butterflies in my stomach were knocking around. Or was it the baby?

  I pulled up to the cabin and remembered the nervousness I felt last time. This time was a completely different type of nervousness.

  The lantern in the window was lit and I knew he was home. He wasn't expecting me this time so I knew he wouldn't come out to greet me. This was going to be a total surprise.

  I heaved myself out of the car and ascended the steps to his front door. I knocked and waited. And waited.

  I had to knock again and before I finished, the door swung open.

  There he was. Just a tiny bit older. His black beard the same size. He was everything I wanted.

  His eyes went wide. “Andrea...you're back. This is a surprise.”

  “I have another surprise for you.” I turned sideways and showed him my big belly.

  Jonathan began to cry. “You mean we're going to have a child?”

  I nodded with tears in my eyes. Jonathan pulled me into his arms and I let it all go. We both cried like babies for an hour, telling each other how much we loved and missed each other.

  We were going to be one big happy mountain family.

  The End

  Story Thirty Five

  Copyright 2018

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  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  Wilder has always been looking for the woman with the “perfect fit.”

  Laura has been naughty and has no idea what Wilder has waiting for her in his pants.

  Chapter One

  I thought I had everything figured out after college.

  I had a well-paying job at a magazine company, plenty of friends, and most importantly my own apartment.

  My life was headed in a direction that I always dreamed about. Not having to worry about money was the best thing in life.

  But of course, all good things come to an end.

  It was a rainy day when I got word from the higher-ups that they were laying off my entire department. After two years of being a loyal employee, it was all over.

  Just like that, I lost my job.

  At the time, I didn't think it was the end of the world. I had found the magazine job very quickly after graduating. I thought I could find a job in no time especially since I had more work experience than last time.

  I couldn't have been more wrong.

  Two months passed and I had blown through all my savings. There was no more money left and I couldn't pay for my apartment anymore.

  I had to do the one thing I dreaded most: moving back home.

  I never got along with my stepdad. We butted heads whenever we talked. Moving across the state and away from him was the best decision of my life. Now I would have to come home with my tail between my legs as a failure.

  I had to move back and leave all my friends behind.

  My perfect future was over and I had to start back at the beginning again.

  My stepdad understood everything. He didn't make fun of me or point out all the things I did wrong. He just accepted that I had to move back home until I found another job.

  I was thankful that I had something to fall back on. I couldn't imagine being homeless and living on the streets.

  Now that I lived under my stepdad’s roof, I needed to follow his rules. He always said that stupid saying, “It's my way or the highway.” It made me want to puke whenever he brought that up.

  When I moved back, I had to get rid of almost all my belongings. My queen-sized bed couldn't fit in my small room. My closet only held a fraction of my clothes. Since I was going on a lot of interviews, I needed to keep all my professional outfits.

  That didn't leave me with much in the way of casual clothing. I ended up wearing mostly nice clothes while I lounged around the house.

  My stepdad barged into my room without knocking. That was another one of his quirks. Privacy was a thing of the past.

  “Laura, I'm having some buddies over for football this afternoon. I would like you to stay in your room and keep it down. And if we need some snacks, go to the store for me.”

  My stepdad always treated me like I was in the way. And he also treated me like his servant. I did most of the cleaning and cooking. Also the laundry and grocery shopping.

  Getting a job was paramount but I knew that once I found one, I'd have to build up my savings again before I moved out.

  I was going to be here for awhile.

  “Sure, I can go to the grocery store for you. Do you want me to go right now and get stuff?”

  He shook his head. “I want to wait and see what everyone wants first.”

  “Okay, just let me know,” I replied.

  It was best to just do whatever I was told. My stepdad had threatened to kick me out in the past and I didn't want to risk it. Especially when it was just taking a trip to the store. It wouldn't be so bad because I could get some goodies for myself to eat too.

  I stayed in my room when I heard the doorbell ring and a bunch of voices. Sunday was football day and I knew never to bother anybody.