“Oh, there is no wait for that. It’s effective immediately.”
Before he can respond, the waiter comes over and asks if we are ready to order. Even though I haven’t looked at the menu, I know what I want. I give the waiter my order before he turns his attention to Isaac. Isaac rattles off his order and then surprises me by saying, “And could you make both orders to go?”
The waiter ensures us that it is no problem to make our orders to go and as soon as the waiter leaves, Isaac’s attention turns back to me.
“So, once we get our food, we'll leave and go to your house; where I am going to have you for lunch and then we'll eat afterwards...how does that sound Baby Girl?” he says all of this as if he just told me it is going to rain later.
“Um, um, um....okay”, I barely stutter out. And just like that, my pussy is wet. Even my breathing is picking up. I start to shift in my seat some, getting very excited about our change in lunch plans.
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Isaac – some hours later
I am in Liv’s bed, flat on my back and she is limply laying on me. We are both gasping for air after a second round of explosive sex. I can still feel her pussy contracting around my softening cock. This is the first time in my life I have had sex without a condom and I am feeling quite euphoric. I also feel sticky as I can feel the result of our orgasms leaking out of Liv.
One thing for certain, sex without a condom is messy.
However, I can deal with the messiness because feeling the heat of Liv’s pussy wrapped around my cock is an intoxicating experience.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice sounding raspy to my own ears.
She just nods her head against my chest, a yawn leaving her mouth. I move her hair back so I can see her face. She looks up at me with sleepy eyes. I can see that the white of her right eye is still red. She gives me a tired smile. I raise my head a bit and kiss her forehead before I carefully move from under her.
I quickly clean up in the bathroom before bringing a hot washcloth to clean up Liv. She is no longer embarrassed when I do this now. As I finish, I can see that she is drifting off to sleep. I could definitely take a nap, but I need food – I’m starving. After I tuck her in, I pull a pair of basketball shorts that I keep in one of her dresser drawers, putting them on before heading to the kitchen.
Our food from lunch is in the refrigerator, but I am not in the mood for re-heated Mexican. I make two big turkey sandwiches. I look out the kitchen window while eating my first sandwich and I see Chewy in the backyard leaning against Liv’s workshop, soaking up the sun. Her workshop is a renovated potting shed where she does her jewelry designs and creates the jewelry for her Simply Simone line. I watch him for a few more seconds before going out the back door and stepping onto the deck.
I sit down on the deck stairs as I take a bite of my second sandwich. When Chewy sees me, he comes ambling my way. He plops down beside me on the stairs and I share my sandwich with him.
I still feel like I am coming down from a high. I close my eyes and groan softly remembering how good it felt to slide into Liv without a condom. I had been trying to think of a way to initiate the talk with her about her going on birth control, but I had no idea how to do it without sounding like a selfish asshole. I am thankful that she did it on her own.
When my second sandwich is gone, Chewy goes back in the house through his dog door and I follow him back into the house. Before heading back to bed to nap with Liv, I refresh his water and pour some food into his bowl.
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Olivia
I wake up abruptly, sitting up in bed and I frantically look around the darkening room. My heart is racing. It takes me a few seconds to realize that I am no longer dreaming and that I am at home in my bed and not falling off a cliff. I fall back on the bed about to snuggle with Isaac and frown when I realize he is not beside me. I look towards the closet and I see his shoes by the closet door.
He’s still here.
The bedside clock reads 7:03pm.
I have been asleep for a while.
I climb out of bed and I instantly feel the soreness between my thighs. I feel a slight stinging sensation in my right eye too. I am careful not to rub it and irritate it further. I take a quick shower, dress in a t-shirt, pajama shorts, grab the small bottle of eye drops from the bedside table and head off to find my boyfriend. I find him and Chewy in the den; Isaac is sprawled in my oversized gray chair watching TV, while Chewy is sprawled in his dog bed next to the chair – fast asleep and snoring lightly.
I walk over and climb into the chair with Isaac, lifting his arm, placing it around me before cuddling up close to him.
“Hey Sleepyhead,” he says and I feel a kiss on the top of my head.
I hum my greeting; utter contentment spreading through me as I rest my head against his chest. He smells like my body wash and his own natural scent. I love cuddling with Isaac.
He trails a big hand down my side, gripping my hip slightly, before coming back to rest around my waist.
“How’s your eye? Does it still sting?” he asks softly, using his hand to swipe my hair away from my face and tucking a few wayward braids behind my ear. His thumb trails lightly under my right eye. His brows furrow some – no doubt at the redness still present in the white part of my eye.
“A little – I brought the eye drops so you can put in a few drops for me.”
Isaac learned the hard way this afternoon that I have an issue with voluntarily putting stuff in my eyes. I move from my position, giving him the small bottle of eye drops and situate myself with my head in his lap.
“I’m really sorry,” he says softly.
“It’s not your fault Isaac. Weird things just happen sometimes.”
So what weird thing am I talking about?
While I was giving Isaac a blowjob this afternoon, I got cum in my eye. How does that happen? Easy, I don’t swallow (at least not yet), so I always finish him off with my hands, only this time, one wayward spurt got me in the eye. Of course, I immediately freaked out because it stung – a lot. This is when Isaac found out that I don’t like putting things in my eyes. If the flushing my eye out with water didn’t clue him in, him trying to put the eye drops in my eye did.
He found the eye drops in the first aid kit I keep in my bathroom cabinet. Every time he tried to put a few drops in my eye, my eye would close involuntarily. He was finally able to get in five drops by gently holding my eye open. Even when I tried to blink, he held my eye open.
I watch him unscrew the cap and place it on the table beside the chair.
“You ready?” he asks as he holds my eye open.
“Yeah.”
This time when he does it, I don’t flinch as much and he is able to put in the five drops rather quickly. I keep my head in his lap with my eyes closed, letting the eye drops do their thing. I can feel the residual stinging leaving. Isaac has his hand tangled in my hair, massaging my scalp and it’s making me sleepy again. A loud rumbling sound stills his hand. He chuckles from above me.
“You hungry Liv?” he asks with a chuckle.
I turn my face into his hard midsection, embarrassed. Even though I am more comfortable around Isaac, little stuff like my stomach growling like an angry bear still embarrasses me. I peek up at him shyly.
“Maybe.”
“Well, let’s get you fed then.” He then proceeds to tickle me until I almost pee on myself.
Later that night when we come together, it’s nothing like the afternoon – which was explosive – no, tonight when we come together, it is slow, sweet and almost reverent. The way he takes him time and worships my body makes me feel treasured…loved.
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Isaac – Late May
“Come on Liv – wake up. This was your idea,” I say kissing her neck as she tries to burrow deeper under the covers. I climb out of bed, deciding to let her sleep while I shower. I am up at 6:30am on a Saturday morning because I am trying to ea
rn brownie points with my girl. You see, Liv likes to go to garage sales every now and then. She likes to find items she can re-purpose for her Simply Simone jewelry line. I figure if I voluntarily tag along with her, she will not mind when I’m glued to the TV during the college football season.
After my shower, I walk back into her bedroom and she is in the same spot. I walk over to her dresser and pull a pair of boxer briefs from the top drawer. The top two drawers (and part of her closet) are now full of some of my things. I get dressed before going back to bed to wake my girlfriend. Liv is not a morning person – well more accurately, she doesn’t like to get up before 9am.
I sit on the edge of the bed and run my hand up and down her back.
“Come on Baby Girl, it time to get up.”
She groans into her pillow before she slowly starts to sit up. Once she is sitting up, she leans heavily on me and yawns loudly.
“I’m up,” she says sleepily. As she rises, she takes the sheet with her and starts to wrap it around her body, but I yank it from her so I can see her naked body. That seems to wake her up because she shrieks and runs to the bathroom. I chuckle as I head out of the bedroom intent on making a cup of coffee and feeding Chewy.
Once in the kitchen, I pop a k-cup into the Keurig that Liv uses for her hot chocolate, but she keeps a few k-cups of coffee for me. After drinking my coffee, I put out fresh water for Chewy and fill his food dish. I am surprised he is not next to me. The little dog is always underfoot; even more when his food dish is filled. I head back down the hall looking for him. He is not in his room – his dog bed is empty. I head towards Liv’s bedroom, passing her third bedroom along the way that is more or less a junk room that she is always talking about cleaning out. I briefly glance in looking for signs of Chewy and I do a double take, stopping in the doorway.
I frown a bit and then tilt my head to the side, as if that will make the scene I am witnessing easier to comprehend. I walk into the room, so I can get a better look into the closet. Chewy is lying down in the closet with what looks like a dildo – a purple dildo that he is gnawing on like a bone. And that is not even the crazy part – because he is lying in the mist of about ten dildos of various sizes and shapes. A couple bottles of lube and other sex toys are scattered about as well. I am almost sure I see nipple clamps under Chewy’s stretched out hind legs.
Is this the small sex toy collection that Liv shyly told me about?
I hear her shocked gasp as she enters the room behind me.
Fuck, fuck fuck…that is what is she muttering under her breath as she rushes toward Chewy and tries to pull the dildo from his mouth. He is faster than she is and zips between her legs, running out the room – with the dildo still in his mouth.
She straightens up, with her back to me.
“This is not what it looks like Isaac,” she says in an exasperated tone.
Really?
I wonder how she is going to explain her small sex toy collection as not being what it looks like. I meant what I told her a few weeks ago; I have no problem with her sex toy collection. I like that she is comfortable enough with her own sexuality and knows how to pleasure herself. However, I am curious with what she has to say.
She turns and looks at me, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“I’m throwing these out next week.”
“Wait, why? You don’t have to throw them out. I told you, they don’t bother me,” I say gesturing to the sex toys.
She looks up at me, with a look I can’t quite decipher.
She covers her face with her hands and just when I think she is so embarrassed that she’s crying, she blurts out.
“This is not my sex toy collection. My collection is much smaller and in my bedroom. My collection fits in a shoebox. These,” she gestures wildly behind her, “are the sex toys that I have tested out in the past three months – well most of them anyway. I have a side job as a sex toy tester and after testing out the toys, I write a review on a sex toy blog.” She peeks at me between her fingers.
Well Goddamn.
She looks freaked out, so I know I need to soothe her, let her know what I think about all this. I approach her slowly, removing her hands from her face.
“Do you want to know what I think?”
She nods her head slightly, those big brown eyes of hers looking at me warily.
“I think that has got to be one of the hottest fucking things you have told me. I mean, my girl gets paid to play with her sweet pussy and she writes about it. Will you let me see the reviews you have written?” I push her back against the wall and press my hips into her, so she can feel how turned on I am. “Will you let me watch?” I ask her softly; my voice sounding thick and guttural to my own ears.
“You want to read my reviews?” She runs her hands down my chest and rests them on my belt. “You want to…,” she blushes deeply, but keeps her eyes trained on me. “You want to watch me…masturbate?” Her voice trails off in a whisper as her hands proceed to unbuckle my belt, undo my jeans, dragging them and my boxers down until my cock pops free.
My little freak wants to play.
I let my forehead drop to hers, shuddering when her soft hands wrap around my cock. My hands drift down her sides and under the hem of her dress. I graze my fingers over the crotch of her panties and her pussy is already wet. I grip the side of her panties, fingering the flimsy string on her right hip before fisting the string and snapping it. I do the same with the other side. Both of us are breathing heavy as I bend slightly and pick her up, causing her to let go of my cock. I hook my arms under her knees, holding her open and against the wall.
I slam all the way in, not giving Liv time to adjust to the sudden intrusion. I know I’m probably being too rough, but I can’t help it. I bury my face in that space between her neck and shoulder as I drive into her wet heat over and over. Her soft moans let me know she is okay with my roughness.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” I whisper against her skin.
Her only reply is to moan and throw her head back, banging it against the wall as I drive into her forcefully. I don’t know how much longer I am going to be able to hold her up. I scan the room for a place to set her down; there is no bed, just boxes everywhere. I spy a desk in the corner of the room.
“Hold on,” I say, carefully walking us over to the desk a few feet away. My jeans and boxers are around my knees and I would hate to fall. I set her down on the desk, pulling my shaft from her wet heat. I quickly divest her of her dress, leaving her in only her bra. She slides to the edge of the desk and props her left foot on the desktop, opening herself up to me. I slide into her again.
“Goddamn your pussy feels good,” I blurt out, cupping my hand around the back of her neck, stilling her head so I can kiss her. As I kiss her soft lips, she starts to move her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust.
She starts chanting my name softly against my lips and it is then I know she is about to cum. A few seconds later, she is clamping down on my cock and I throw my head back at the sensation; my own release moments away. Seven strokes later, I release inside Liv as I hold her tight against me.
We never make it to any garage sales.
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Isaac – A week later
As the leather and metal restraint buckles around my right wrist, I am beginning to rethink letting my girl have her way with me. Liv received a new box of sex toys to test and this time there were a few in the box for couples. When she asked me if I would help her test some of the toys, my cock readily agreed before my brain could fully think it through.
When it comes to anything related to sex, I am learning that Liv is like a starving person at an all-you-can-eat-buffet; her appetite is large and she wants to try everything. Once she gets past her shyness, she isn’t afraid to try something new; hence our foray into ‘light bondage’. Although, when I agreed to this, I was under the assumption that I would be using the restraints on her.
I watch her as she buck
les the other restraint around my left wrist and then brings both my wrists together and hooks them on the metal prong she attached to my headboard. I try not to panic when she drops the latch over the metal prong – effectively shackling me to my bed. Her tits hover above me and I lift my head, latching on to one and suckling deep before she pulls back.
“Behave Isaac,” she admonishes.
So here I lay, naked and flat on my back in my own bedroom. My wrists are secured to my headboard and she is sitting back on her heels in nothing but a pair of Captain America boy short panties – the bullseye shield is right over where I want to be.
“Do you trust me?” She asks as she slowly crawls up my body before she settles on my lap, my hard cock trying to punch a hole through her panties. I can tell she is already wet by the dampness of her panties.
“Can you feel how much you excite me?” She asks as she slowly grinds her panty-covered pussy over my cock. I can feel her lips separate as she continues to grind.
“Fuck, Baby Girl,” I moan out loudly. “Don’t be a tease.”
She leans down and kisses the shit out of me – all wet and sloppy tongue action.
“You know I’m not tease. You know you can have me anytime you want.”
I buck my hips and yank my arms at the same time. I tilt my head back seeing that I am still shackled to the damn headboard. She stands up on the bed and carefully removes her panties. Her pussy is glistening with her wetness. When she settles back down on me, she starts to grind on me again.
I grit my teeth – hard – when she rises up and sinks down on my cock; her hot, wet heat instantly making me yank at my restraints like a mad man. I close my eyes tight - not able to watch her ride me because if I have to see her and feel her bouncing off my cock, I will cum too soon.
I tilt my head back again, trying to see if I can somehow unhook myself. It takes a few minutes but I am able to somehow ignore Liv going to town on my cock and I carefully move my bound wrists so I can flip the latch and unhook myself. I let her ride my cock a few moments longer, letting her think she is in control before I grab her hips and flip her until she is under me. I pin her arms to the bed as I slide into her and remind her who is really in control.
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