by Frank Downey
"Yeah, Alexa, you do turn me on."
"Good." With that, she kissed him, long and deep. He responded to the kiss, and she broke it. Getting off of his lap and the couch, she walked over to the bed. He didn't follow. He sat on the couch, looking at her, obviously deep in thought.
"Warren," she said, "It's not disloyalty if she dumped you, you know."
"I know," Warren smiled at her. He got up and joined her on the bed. "You'll have to forgive me for being... I don't know..."
Alexa smiled back. "I do. It's OK." She reached up and kissed him, lightly at first, and then deeper and harder. He leaned back, and toppled over on the bed, her in his arms, not breaking the kiss.
"Aggressive, Alex?" Warren asked with a smile.
"I've been known to be," she said as she hovered over him. He reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse. "Oh, and I am aggressive?"
"Well..." He had her blouse completely unbuttoned, and she shrugged out of it. He reached towards her bra.
"Clasps on the front, Warren." He undid it, and gently touched her breasts with either hand.
"Oooooh, Warren," Alexa groaned, as he rubbed her breasts with his hands. She was sitting up, straddling his lap. "Oh, nice hands..."
"You haven't seen nuthin' yet."
"Oh, goody." He massaged her breasts, tweaking a nipple with a thumb every so often. Then he withdrew his hands and slipped them behind her back.
"Come here," he said, pulling her forward and down. She ended up sitting on his stomach, but leaning over. He took one of her breasts in his mouth.
"Oooooh..." she moaned, as he teased her nipples with his tongue. This went on for a bit, with her breathing getting more ragged.
"W... Warren... are you always... mmmmm... this much into foreplay?"
"Yes," he said, and then reattached to her breast.
"Wow." She enjoyed his attention, and then realized his hands were going for the snaps on her jeans. She lifted off of him long enough to slip her jeans and panties off. She sat back down, expecting him to continue on her breasts, but he had other ideas.
"Lift up," he said. She did, questioningly, and he scooted down, so that his mouth was underneath her pussy. He then pulled her back down on top of him.
"What? Warren? Oh!" she cried, as his tongue made contact with her pussy. "Oh my God!" He worked his tongue up and down her labia, and then worked in deeper, making contact with her opening.
"My GOD Warren!" He traced around her lips, and then made contact with her clit. "WOW!" was all she said, as he teased and poked her clit with his tongue. It didn't take long before she stiffened on top of him in her orgasm.
"Jesus Christ, Warren, if I had known you were that handy with your tongue, I would have jumped your bones after our date last week!"
"Enjoy yourself?"
"You betcha." She climbed off of him, and went to undo his jeans. He took his own shirt off, and helped her scoot his pants down. "Niiiice," she breathed, and then bent over and engulfed him in her mouth.
"Hmmmmm..." Warren said. "That's not a bad tongue you got, either." She slid up and down the length of his cock with her lips, and then engulfed him, deep-throating him. She started sliding up and down the length, taking him all the way deep with each stroke, and holding him there deep in her throat. As he started gasping, and she could tell he was close, on the next stroke, she got him deep in her throat-and started humming.
He yelped, and then said, "OH FUCK! CUMMMMINNNNGGG!" to give her a chance to disengage, but she didn't. He came prodigiously, as she swallowed every drop. After he was done, she cleaned him off, and then scooted herself up so that her face was near his. She waited for him to open his eyes. When he did, still panting, he saw her grinning at him.
"Holy Shit! Where did you learn that little trick?"
"Practice, practice, practice." She giggled. She looked down at his softening dick. "How are your recuperative powers?"
"Not bad, usually, although after that I'm not going to make any promises." She giggled at him. "They are, however, usually better if I find something to occupy myself."
"Like what?"
"Like this." He gently pushed her over, so she was lying flat, and reached his hand down between her legs. He ran his fingers up and down her lips for a bit. Satisfied she was wet enough, he gently slipped two fingers in. "OOOF!" she said, as he slowly slid his two fingers in and out. He repositioned himself a bit, so he could get his other hand down there. He used the other hand to tease around her clit, while the first hand steadily moved the two fingers in and out. She bucked toward him a bit, trying to get him to make contact with her clit, but he wanted to tease her a bit. Her face flushed, and her breasts heaved as her breathing increased. Then, he made direct contact with her clit, while the fingers in her curved upward and hit her g-spot.
"AAAHHHH!" she gasped, as her hips rose off the bed. He kept it up, massaging her clit, while the other hand alternated between long strokes deep into her and contact with her g-spot. "AAAHHH! AAAHH!! AAAHHHH!! AAAAHHH!!" Her hips were undulating wildly, making his job a bit more difficult, but he managed. It wasn't long before she went over the edge. "AAAAHHHHHCCCCCUUUUUMMMIIINGGG!"
He stopped his hand movements in her pussy as she came down from her orgasm. He looked at her, flushed and wheezing, until she opened her eyes, and smiled up at him. Then he started moving his fingers again. She groaned, as he leaned down and replaced the hand that was on her clit with his tongue.
"OH MY GOD WARREN! AAAHHH! AAAAHHH! AAAAHHH!!" she yelled, as she quickly built back up to another one, her pussy spasming on his fingers and grinding into his face. After she came down from this one, he withdrew, and climbed up to watch her face.
"Warren, you are unbelievable," she finally said. "My God. You know how to touch a girl, that's for sure."
"Glad you're enjoying yourself."
"Oh fuck, am I. How are those recuperative powers of yours?" In response, he leaned closer, so she could feel his rock-hard cock on her thigh. She just giggled. "Just fine, it seems. Warren, fuck me!"
"Gladly." He positioned himself, and easily slid into her. He started slow, alternating long and short strokes. She went nuts. "Oh, God, Warren, that's so good, so good, ooof! Ooof! Oooof!" He fucked her short and quick, then long and deep, trying to make sure he made contact with her clit on the long strokes. It wasn't long before she felt herself build up again. As she got close, she reached up and pulled his face down, enveloping her mouth with his. When she came, he felt it in her pussy wrapped around his cock, in her legs wrapped around his hips, and in her mouth, wrapped around his, as she moaned into it.
He wasn't done yet, not by a long shot, so he kept going. She broke the kiss, and whispered in his ear, "Warren, it has never been this good. Never, ever, ever. You are a stud."
Warren giggled. "I went to a prep school for high school, and, ever since that time with Jessie, her nickname for me has been Prep Stud."
"It fits," she giggled back. "Ooooooohhhh... Warren, Jesus Christ, I'm going to go again."
"Almost there myself, Alex," he said. She went first, which was all he needed.
He disengaged, and fell on the bed next to her. She cuddled into him.
"Warren," she said after she caught her breath. "I swear, what I am going to say to you is the absolute truth. I've been with upwards of twenty guys, some of which I thought were pretty damn good. But that is the best sex I have ever had, and it's not even close. You know how to treat a woman in bed. Wow. I'm still in the clouds."
"Thanks. You're pretty damn impressive yourself, especially that blowjob. But do you want to make my ego even more unmanageable than it already is?" They both laughed.
"Well, actually, I thought it might need a little boost, after... you know... but I was not lying for your sake. You're that good." She looked over to him, and realized she had said the wrong thing. "Oh, shit, Warren, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up."
"It's OK, I suppose it was in the back of my mind anyway. Now that it's over,
and my extreme horniness has been satiated, I'm thinking that it was a little quick, you know? But I'll get over it."
Alex sat up in the bed. "We can talk about this, you know. We're friends. Despite what just happened, we're still friends. I know you don't want anything romantic, and neither do I. So, if you need to talk... you still love her, don't you?"
"Always will," he said, matter of factly.
"What are you going to do?"
"Get over it. Eventually. I hope."
"Have you tried to talk to her?"
"For a week afterwards. I got tired of having phones hung up in my ear and doors slammed in my face."
"Well, maybe now that more time has passed, she'd be better able to realize what she did, and regret it."
"I can't think of that, Alex. I just can't. If I obsess about her, if I allow myself to think 'maybe, now, she might', well, I'll end up jumping out your window." Alexa lived on the fifteenth floor. "And I am not kidding. I need to get over her, and I need to get over her in a hurry. It hurts too much not to." He thought for a minute. "Alex, I just realized something, and I'm sorry. I used you today."
She smiled at him. "You think I hadn't figured that out? And you think I wasn't using you? Warren, if you make me cum like that, you can use me any time you want."
He laughed. "Well, OK, but I'm a little uncomfortable with it."
"I know. It's OK. We'll loosen you up eventually. Since we're not romantically involved, there's no need to be exclusive. I don't want to, and I don't want you to. And, after today, all I have to do is spread the word, and you'll be fending them off with a stick. We'll get you used to casual sex in a hurry."
He stared at her. "You're serious."
"Damn straight. I know you don't want romance right now, that you feel you're incapable of falling in love. Fine. Have fun. If a girl throws herself at you-like I just did, you know-enjoy yourself. Fuck your way through the University of Wisconsin. Go for it."
Warren couldn't help but crack up. "Alex, I'm a nerd. A geek. You like nerds, you told me so yourself, but other people..."
"Like I said, Warren, let me spread the word."
"Hmmmmm."
* * *
About a week later, on a Monday morning, Sophia was eating breakfast with Elise.
"SOPHIA!!!!"
"Elise?"
"You were out in space."
"Yeah, I suppose I was."
"And you're not eating."
"Not that hungry, I guess."
"You're losing weight, you know. I can see it in your face."
"A little, maybe. Not much of an appetite, I suppose. So, how was your weekend at home?"
"The usual. How was your weekend? Your date Saturday night?"
"OK. He was nice. I slept with him, you know."
"On the first date???"
"I was horny. He was nice. He was nice in bed, sweet, gentle. It was good." Sophia's voice was very soft, and very matter-of-fact.
"So, that's a good thing, right? You had sex, and enjoyed yourself?"
"I guess."
"You had sex with someone that wasn't violent."
"Yeah. That I did need, I'll admit. I needed to get that out of my system. But..."
Elise finished the unspoken thought. "But he's not Warren."
"No."
"You need to talk to him, you know."
"I can't. I just can't."
"You're making yourself miserable."
Sophia didn't say anything to that, just stared into space some more.
Chapter 57 - Happy?
It was a month after Warren's first encounter with Alexa, just before Halloween, and she had kept her word.
It had been a whirlwind. Four different girls, besides Alexa, and all had left raving. Warren had thought about that. He supposed he should be getting a big head by now. He wasn't. He was glad about that. He enjoyed it. He liked to see the lady he was in bed with satisfied. It wasn't any big gift, it wasn't any secret. It was just caring that his partner enjoyed herself. Apparently, from some of the stories that he was hearing, he was in the minority. But, it really was important to him. He knew why, too. Alexa had asked him that.
"Warren, you know I've told you that most guys don't put so much emphasis on a girl's pleasure. Why do you?"
"Different reasons. It's a combination. First, I'm that kind of guy, anyway, I suppose. Second, I had a good teacher." He smiled at that.
"Sophia?"
"Sophia. Third, when you spend the first three-plus years of your sexual life making love, exclusively with one brief exception, to someone you are totally in love with, it becomes important."
"You were so in love with her, her pleasure was important to you."
"Right. And, the fourth reason, is that I got lucky the first time."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Sophia had had five different partners, over two years, before me. And, on our first night together, I gave her her very first non-self-induced orgasm. In fact, I gave her her first three that night. And it was completely out of instinct, I had little idea what I was doing, I just guessed right. But the look on her face, after the first one? I will never forget that. It's stayed with me."
Alexa sat for a minute, looking at Warren. "I understand, now. I think it's a wonderful thing. She gave you a great gift, you know." She sighed. "But, whenever you talk about her, your eyes get grey. Did you know that?"
Warren laughed. "My eyes are hazel. They change color according to my mood."
"I figured that. My little sister has hazel eyes. They don't get grey much, though. Only when she's in a lot of pain." She took a deep breath. "Warren, I suppose I thought that, if I got you a lot of girls, you'd forget about Sophia. But that's not going to happen, is it?"
"No."
"I guess I was also hoping that one of them would sweep you off your feet."
"Sorry. Hey, if you didn't do it..." They both laughed. "But, you need to know this. It has made things better. I'm not over Sophia, no, but at least I'm not sitting in my room every night staring at the walls. I go out. I have fun. I go to bed and have fun. Alexa, it is fun, especially with you, and it's been a great help. Getting me over Sophia is out of the question. Keeping me from feeling sorry for myself has been accomplishment enough, believe me. Thank you."
"You're welcome, and I'm glad of that."
"I need to get to the rink."
"I'll come watch." She often did.
When they got to the rink, and Warren had changed into his practice clothes and skates, and was warming up on the ice, Alexa stood by the boards.
"Warren?"
"Hm?"
"Why do you still come and practice, twice a week, by yourself?"
"It's good exercise. The ice time is paid for."
"Would you ever skate with anyone else?"
"No."
"So, you're still hoping, aren't you?"
"I suppose. This is her ice time, too. I guess I always hope she'll show up. Meantime, it is good exercise. And I like to skate, as long as it's by myself. Too bad there's not a singles ice dance."
"What about regular singles skating?"
Warren laughed. "You obviously have never seen my feeble attempts at jumping!"
Alexa grinned at that. "How long has it been since you skated with Sophia?"
"A while. We did both times during orientation week, and during the first week of class. The next couple of weeks, we didn't, because I was so busy. Then she dumped me."
"You hardly saw her at all those first three weeks of class before she dumped you, right?"
"Right. I was rather unprepared for my workload. I thought I went to a tough high school. In fact, I did go to a tough high school. I think I overreached, though, when I planned my classes for this semester. And it hit me like a ton of bricks."
"And Sophia didn't handle it well."
"What do you think? She's not here, right?"
"Did you explain it to her?"
"I tried."
Alexa thoug
ht for a minute. She knew she was about to push the envelope, here, but she felt she needed to. "Warren, did you study a lot in high school?"
"Oh, yeah."
"How did Sophia handle it then?"
"A lot better. Of course, I studied at her house more than I studied anywhere else."
"Warren, why couldn't you do that here?"
"Huh?"
"Study together. It might have helped."
"Well, we both had roommates. She had her own room at home. Senior year, after her stepfather and stepsister moved in, she moved into the basement. We had all the privacy in the world. I practically moved in."
"You could have found a way around that. We're talking about studying, not sex. There are other places. Besides which, Tim is hardly ever in your room."
"True. I don't know, I guess. I just got overwhelmed with the workload, and didn't handle it well. I needed a while to ramp up my time management. It's better now."
"Warren," she took a deep breath. "I need to say this. Your breakup with Sophia was not all her fault."
"I suppose you're right. Although breaking up, after all the time we were together, was an extreme overreaction"
"Maybe so, but if you can take some responsibility, what that means is this--if you go to her, it wouldn't be the complete act of surrender you seem to think it is."
"Alexa, you're too fucking logical for my own good."
She laughed at that. Warren continued, "Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"You're my friend. I care about you. I want you to be happy. You're not going to be truly happy until you get back together with Sophia. And don't tell me 'it's over' or 'I have to forget her' because you haven't forgotten her, and it's not over, not in your mind, and the proof of that is you being here, on this ice."
"YOU TELL HIM!" came a bellow from behind him. He turned. It was his floormate, Papa Bear.
"Hi, Paul." Alexa greeted him.
"Hiya, beautiful. You too, Lobster-Breath."
