When I finally come back to earth, I’m moaning against his palm as he slows his thrusting. His hand on my mouth, the other hand tracing lightly around my clit, and his cock tenderly moving in and out of me—the combination feels gentle and loving, yet still sexy and dirty all at once.
He uncovers my mouth and I suck in a breath of warm air.
“Oh my god,” I say.
Still inside me, but no longer moving, Ty begins kissing my neck again, and each kiss sends little shivers down my spine.
“Not a bad start,” he whispers.
“No, not at all,” I reply, then feel compelled to add, “What’s next?”
His mouth is right at my ear now, and I feel his warm breath on me.
“Now I’m going to take you to my bed and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
I melt back against him. “Please.”
Although I’ve just had a huge, intense orgasm, I realize as Ty’s cock slowly eases out of me that I’m already anticipating whatever sex we’re about to have.
***
Ty finally forces me to take a break at one in the morning. The timing is right, because we’ve tried damn near every position we can think of at this point, and most of them were pretty amazing. I know too many suggestions can make a girl seem like a Kama Sutra expert, which for the first time with someone might come off just a wee bit slutty. But when you find someone who is apparently a perfect match, sexually speaking, you want to try everything. I’ve already come three times, the last one when he went down on me and expertly coaxed an orgasm out of me that made me scream in ecstasy. Way too loudly, probably, but I couldn’t help myself. At least we were indoors this time.
He leads me to the kitchen and opens his refrigerator while I stare at his bare, muscular ass. We consider another beer, but I’ve had enough for one night. Hot chocolate would have been great, but Ty is out of cocoa. We settle on coffee, proceeding on the assumption that we’ll be up a few more hours anyway. I feel self-conscious, standing naked with him in his kitchen while the coffee brews. When I look at my body in the mirror, all I see are the flaws. On the other hand, Ty’s body is literally flawless.
“Do you have a robe I can wear? Or a shirt?” My clothes are still where we left them in the shed, as are his.
“Nah,” he smiles. “I wanna keep you naked.”
“Ty,” I protest, “come on.”
“I love looking at your body.”
It’s such a wonderful compliment. Why do I have trouble believing him?
“But the light is on in here. I don’t want you to see my problem areas.”
He laughs when I say it, and I punch him on the arm.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s funny because you don’t have any ‘problem areas.’” The way he says those last two words make me feel silly.
“Yes, I do. And this is the first time we’ve been together.”
“Okay, where are they?” He asks while taking a step back and looking me up and down. If I was self-conscious before, I’m twice as much now.
“Seriously? I’m not going to point them out to you.”
“Name one. Just one.”
I hesitate. Why do I feel so compelled to be honest with this man?
“My hips are too wide. And I don’t like my belly.”
“You have the hips of a woman, not a girl,” he says, staring right at them. “And only men look good with six-pack abs. Women are supposed to be smooth to the touch.”
“Yeah, we’ll I’m definitely smooth.” Now I’m determined to justify my self-criticism. “And my breasts. They’re way too big.”
As soon as I say it, I want to cross my arms over them because he’s looking them over, considering my statement.
“Actually, they’re perfect,” he counters. “And I say that as a big fan of breasts. Honestly, Jess, yours are the fucking gold standard of tits.”
It’s funny, and I’m sure I would love the compliment—if I didn’t think he was saying it just to be nice.
“I got so much shit in high school about them,” I say. Now I actually do cross my arms over them.
I’m about to go out to the shed and get my shirt when Ty says, “Here, I’ll prove it to you.”
Prove it to me? How?
He moves to the middle of the kitchen, facing me with his arms at his sides.
“Look at my body,” he says.
Gladly. I look him over with an embarrassed grin.
“Okay.”
“See my cock?”
I just saw it, but I look again. I love the way he hangs down so far. Ty is one of those rare guys who’s both a shower and a grower.
“I’ve committed it to memory.” I really do feel embarrassed, ogling his manhood like that. Embarrassed, but thrilled.
“Good. Now how many orgasms have I had tonight?” he asks.
“Two.”
“Would you say they were big ones?”
I don’t have to think much about this one. While I didn’t actually see the first one, I could feel it all over my back and my ass. I got to watch the second one, as he pulled out and deposited a big load on my belly this time.
“I’d say they were.”
“So, I’ve already had two big orgasms,” he sounds like he’s giving closing arguments to a jury. “Now watch.”
He steps towards me. I back up, but my butt hits his kitchen counter immediately. Ty stops about a foot away and takes my breasts in his hands. He plays with them, rubbing, squeezing, kneading the soft flesh. I can already feel my breathing getting heavier. His fingers and thumbs move to both nipples simultaneously and I suck in air involuntarily as he gently pinches them. He continues to massage my tits for about a minute, then takes two steps backwards.
“See?”
I look down and see that he’s half erect now. I smirk and look up to his eyes.
“Impressive,” I say.
“No, you don’t get it. You’re the one who’s impressive. Now you just stand there and watch.”
He looks down at my boobs, then sees that I’m looking at his face.
“Come on, Jess, watch my dick.”
I don’t think a man has ever said that to me before, but I love Ty’s alpha-male tone. I fix my gaze on his half-erection.
Ty just stands there, looking at my body from head to toe. He lingers for a long time on my pussy, my hips and belly, and especially my breasts. And all the while, his cock continues to grow harder, bit by bit. It doesn’t take long before he’s large and rigidly pointing upwards.
When I look up, he’s grinning.
“You can’t fool a penis,” he says. “You have an amazing body.”
I know I’m blushing, but goddamn, that little demonstration might just be the single best compliment any man has ever given me. I may not be convinced that my body is all that amazing, but I’m certain that Ty is turned on looking at it.
His coffee brewer beeps and he and his erection move towards it. I step in front of him, putting my hands on his chest.
“Not so fast,” I say. I wrap my finger around his hard-on, marveling at how firm it is again. It would be nice to have a man who can get it up three times every night. “I haven’t tasted you yet.”
“Not even in your mind?” he says with a sly smile.
“Just the entire drive here from Danny’s. But now I want to taste you for real.”
I slide down to my knees and, keeping one hand around the bottom of his shaft to hold him steady, I softly kiss the very tip of his cock. My lips soon give way to my tongue, licking him around the head. When he throbs for the first time, I part my lips and slowly take him inside my mouth.
I put a lot of effort into this blowjob, eager to prove myself indispensable in that regard, trying several things that I know myself to be pretty good at. He seems particularly excited when I grab his ass with both hands and lower my mouth all the way down his shaft, pulling him all the way into me. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take all of him and am prou
d of myself when I manage to pull it off.
The length of time it takes to bring Ty to orgasm orally is perfect. My knees are just beginning to get sore when he puts his hands in my hair and starts moaning louder. I double my effort, determined to make this moment memorable.
“I’m close,” he says breathlessly between moans. I feel myself rapidly growing wet.
“Mmm-hmm.” I ignore his warning, bringing my other hand up to fondle his balls.
The sound of his breathing begins to eclipse the sound of my slurping.
“I’m gonna come, Jess,” he says emphatically.
Realizing I’m not going to budge, he grips my head tightly and I feel him swell in my mouth. Then he erupts with surprising force, groaning loudly as he unloads. I don’t stop, and neither does he. By the time his cock stops throbbing, it’s all I can do to hold it all in. I give him another few seconds before I take my mouth off him, keeping my lips tight against him as I slide them off. Without looking up, I swallow, then immediately have to swallow a second time.
My breathing is ragged and Ty’s hands are gently caressing my head. Finally, I stand up, my legs shaky. Still holding his slick cock, I rub my thumb against the head as I gaze into his eyes. He looks stunned, and I’m guessing he didn’t think me capable of giving a blowjob like that one.
I give him a dirty smile and say, “Make that three big orgasms.”
We get our coffee and take it back to bed. This time, I don’t cover my body with the sheet. If it really makes him happy to look at me naked, I’ll gladly oblige. I don’t recall ever feeling so proud of my figure before.
“That was fucking amazing, Jess,” he says. “One of the two best blowjobs I’ve ever had.”
I look at him like he’s crazy, because he must be to make a remark like that.
“One of the two best?”
“Well the very first is always one of the best. A guy never forgets that first one.”
Okay, I can forgive him for that. It’s actually kind of cute.
“Tell me about your first one.”
He looks at me to see if I’m serious.
“It was in Wichita. Her name was Amanda and she was a junior in high school. I was just a freshman. There was a party at my friend’s house, and his parents were gone for the weekend. I barely knew Amanda, but she told me to follow her, then took me into the bathroom and locked the door. Next thing I know, she was undoing my pants.”
“Was it actually good? Or are you just sentimental about it?”
“It was good enough. I was still a virgin, so it was the first time I’d ever been inside of a girl in any way. Needless to say, I didn’t last very long. Afterward, she stood there while I cleaned up the mess I made on that floor.”
I laugh at the image. Ty smiles and says, “So that was my first time. What about the first blowjob you gave?”
I’m not going to go there. My first blowjob was confusing, and to this day I’m still not entirely sure I even wanted to do it. J.R., who was quite a bit older, kind of pushed my head down there, in an empty movie theater, no less. It’s surprising that I eventually learned to love the act.
So, no discussion of my first time giving head. Instead, I use this as a segue to a more important topic.
“Hold on a sec. Do guys also remember their first kiss?”
“I can’t speak for all guys, but I kind of remember mine. I was really young, though.”
“Tell me.” This should be good.
“I don’t remember much. I was in fourth or fifth grade, and I had a girlfriend for a couple of weeks. I say ‘girlfriend,’ but she was really just a girl I kind of liked. I was too young for going steady or anything like that.”
“Go on,” I say with a smile.
“Um, somehow we ended up in an old train boxcar that used to be over by the tracks on the east side of town, where the River Oaks development is now.”
“So this was in Linville?”
“Yes, a few months before my folks split up and I moved to Kansas. So this girl and I are in this old boxcar by ourselves, and all I remember is that we kissed. Lasted about two seconds, if I recall. She said it was her first time, too.”
“Was she cute?”
“I don’t really remember her that well. She had freckles. But I’m sure she was pretty, because why else would I have kissed her?”
“Good point,” I say. Okay, it’s time to do this. “Do you remember her name?”
“Nah, I forgot over the years. Deborah? Something like that.”
“Was it Jessica?”
“Holy shit, it was. Jessica… Henson! But…” His expression is priceless. “How did…?”
My smile is so big it hurts.
“My first kiss was also in an old boxcar. His name was Tyler.”
Ty’s mouth hangs open and his eyes threaten to come out of their sockets.
“You have got to be…” He looks at my face, my eyes, my nose, lips, hair, then shakes his head. “No way. It can’t be.”
All I can do is nod. A small tsunami of emotions comes over me and I feel myself tearing up.
His arms wrap around me and he gives me the most tender hug ever. We remain like that for a minute, neither of us saying a word. A tear slides down my cheek, stopping at the corner of my mouth.
Ty leans back and studies my face again.
“I can kind of see it,” he says. Then his brow furrows. “This isn’t some kind of prank, is it?”
I shake my head, dabbing at the tears. “I realized it when I saw your name on your credit card at Niku. I was afraid to say anything because I didn’t want it to be an issue.”
“Oh my god. You’re Jessica Hensen. The first girl I ever kissed.”
“I am.”
“But you were just a skinny little thing,” he says.
“We both were. You didn’t have a single muscle back then.”
“Wait a minute… you’re telling me that the smoking hot chick I fucked in my shed is someone I’ve known for years?”
I nod.
“And that skinny little Jessica grew up to have incredibly lovely tits and uses her mouth in ways that every man should be lucky enough to experience at least once in his life?”
Okay, that’s a tiny bit creepy, but I understand what he means.
“I’m glad you liked it, or them—the blowjob and the tits.”
“This is mind-boggling. I remember we broke up for some reason, and—”
“You dumped me for Romy Schiller, you butthead.”
Ty grins. “Oh, yeah. I barely remember that girl. She was cute, too. I never kissed her, though. Then I was gone, to Kansas.”
“And then you eventually found your way back to Linville. Now you’re a hero, rescuing kittens for a damsel in distress.”
Ty shakes his head. “I’m no hero, that’s for sure. I’ve done some stupid things in my past.”
“Like what?” I’m intrigued.
Now he’s the one who doesn’t seem to want to answer a question. “Nothing I haven’t already fixed. Paid my debt to society and all.”
It’s cryptic, but I don’t have much time to think about it, because Ty looks at me incredulously.
“So, you’re Jessica from the boxcar. Well, I’ll be damned. I’m glad we bumped into each other two decades later.”
He kisses me right between my breasts, then leaves a trail of kisses down to my pussy. Once he’s there, Ty spends a ridiculous amount of time pleasing me in every way imaginable before he finally brings me to another earth-shattering orgasm.
Chapter 12
Ty
Jess is sitting in the passenger seat of my truck, laughing as we back out of my driveway at ten in the morning. It’s rare that I let a woman stay overnight the first time we sleep together. In general, I don’t think it’s a good idea, but with Jess, it just felt right.
She’s laughing because she just suggested I take my cock out again while I drive.
“In fact,” she said while trying to keep a straight face,
“I think you should just leave it out all the time when we’re together.”
I looked at her like she was insane, and that’s when she burst out laughing.
“Hey, I’m glad you like it so much. But it’s staying in my pants for now.”
The funniest part of the morning was when we realized our clothes were still in the shed, and walked out there naked in broad daylight through the dew-covered grass to reclaim them. Everything was just as we’d left it, two Budweiser bottles and her T-shirt and bra on the work bench, and our shoes, my pants, and her skirt on the floor.
Ah, that skirt. We really should have put it in the wash last night, but I forgot all about that until I picked it up to hand it to her and saw how much I’d jizzed on it. I apologized profusely, but Jess took it inside and cleaned it up enough to wear home. The fact that she’ll only have to walk a short distance from my truck to her front door helps.
We arrive at her place and kiss in the truck.
Jess smiles. “Are you happy to be kissing me again, twenty-something years after the first time?”
“Very happy. And I’m even happier to have sampled some of the skills you picked up along the way.”
She blushes and play-hits me on the chest.
“You’ve learned a thing or two yourself,” she says. “We should get together again and try some more stuff.”
Sounds good to me. “That we should. I’ll bet we can get pretty creative, you and me.”
One more kiss, then we pry ourselves apart.
I’m starving, so I stop off at Frommer’s Diner on the way home for one of their huge breakfasts. As I drink coffee and wait for my food to arrive, I can’t stop thinking about Jessica in the boxcar, and Jess in my shed, my pool, my bed, and my kitchen. I don’t know what’s more incredible, that we found each other again after two decades, or that I never ran into her once in the five years that I’ve been living in Linville as an adult.
I eat my breakfast and vividly remember every sex act from last night and this morning. That blowjob in my kitchen was so absolutely amazing that I don’t know if I should be worried. There are only two things that make a woman great at sucking cock, and one of them is sucking an awful lot of cock. The other is that she really enjoys doing it. I’m comfortable that Jess falls in that latter category. She seemed to like everything about sex, which is perfect for me, because I’ve had to end relationships with women who just didn’t love it as much as I do.
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