by Matt Tims
She responded with a quick shake of her head.
“I’m not asking,” he said, his voice deep and demanding.
This was the guy she wanted. A man who respected her; but at the same time, took control of the situation. That finger represented an order, and it was time she started listening.
She slowly approached the bed, coming to a stop just inches in front of him. Her eyelashes rapidly fluttered, doing their best to appear as innocent as possible. She couldn’t get over how naughty she felt.
Suddenly, there was a strong hand on the exposed skin of her thigh. Kevin’s palm and fingers ran along her smooth skin, exploring previously off-limit areas of her body. But then something changed. His touch vanished as he hopped to his feet, now standing in front of her. Her eyes journeyed the half of foot skyward to his face to discover him staring down at her, and it didn’t take long for that gaze to turn into a smirk.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of the back of her silk nightgown. His strong arm pulled her past him, sending her flying over the edge of the bed. There was confidence, and then there was pushing your friend’s mom over the edge of her own mattress, and she couldn’t get enough of this aggressive side of him. Her feet were on the floor and her tummy pressed against the sheets of her bed; and if all that wasn’t good enough, a deep voice decided to speak up.
“Look at that fuckin’ ass.”
She decided to admit to a certain detail with the left side of her face resting against the soft bed sheets. “I’ve seen you checking me out over the years.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmm-hmm…” she playfully responded. “I like teasing you. I bend over in front of you for a reason. Because I’m a bad girl.”
His hand methodically grazed along her fit thighs. Her gown was raised over her butt, revealing a little pair of black lace panties which were doing their best to cover the world’s most treasured jewel, but their efforts were in vain. The bottom of those perky cheeks were fully exposed to his accepting young eyes, and he was soaking up every inch of their purity. This wasn’t anything like his view inside the laundry room yesterday. His fingers were only inches away from the rump which had been on his mind for eleven years. Physics didn’t even apply to what he was gazing at. Two perfectly molded cheeks were mere seconds away from feeling his touch.
His palm grasped the bottom of her left butt cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. Her skin melted in his fingers. Her backside was liquid and his hand a container. Every clutch of her ass caused her meat to take a new shape inside his grip. Her body was sculpted for his hold, and he could bend and shape her in any way he pleased.
“Oh!” Lisa called out.
The gentle worship of her tush had been replaced by a firm slap. His roughness was short-lived; however, because that dominant hand moved to her other cheek and began showering it with the attention it deserved. He was appreciating just how hard she worked to stay in shape. He was caressing and fondling her body. This hunk made her feel like a goddess, and she was eager to ride this high for as long as she could.
But as much as he loved her butt, there was another part of her that had been on his mind nonstop for over a decade as well. He pulled her gown up further until it moved past her shoulders. It was time to see all of this angel.
The surprise of no bra caused him to stop.
Her chest was buried in the mattress below, hiding his childhood fantasy from his eyes. He raised the rest of the nightie over her elegant dark hair and tossed the dress off to the side. He had her. He finally had his crush all to himself. A small pair of black lace panties were the only thing keeping this amazing woman from her most natural self.
His hands slid along her back to feel all of her strong muscles. She was a queen. She was the closest thing to perfection he’d encountered during his eighteen years of existence. Every inch of her skin was a gift that made his body feel electric. The little scar on her shoulder blade was a cherished painting in his eyes. He just wanted more of her.
“Stand up.”
That wasn’t what Lisa wanted to hear. As much as she loved being worshiped, another part of her desired to be ravished. No words being exchanged over the next five or so minutes would’ve been ideal. What she really craved was to have her panties yanked to the side, and for his thick meat to sink inside her. Raw, animalistic, aggressive sex with her face pressed into the mattress—now, that was control. That was a man acting like a man; but at the end of the day, he was the one calling the shots.
She reluctantly stood and turned to face him.
His heart pounded in his chest. How was every part of her better than the last? Two big, teardrop breasts were positioned over a perfectly flat tummy. Small areolas and little erect nipples only caused her chest to appear that much fuller. No part of his ex-girlfriend’s body possessed the perk or youthfulness of his friend’s thirty-eight-year-old mother. All he could do was run his hand through his hair as he looked on in amazement, speechless.
Her hands found her hips as she sported a pose for the flabbergasted teen. “So?”
“You’re perfect.”
“Well, thank you,” she smiled. “That’s very nice of you to say.”
“I’m not trying to be nice,” he admitted with his eyes refusing to leave the sight in front of him. “You’re just…perfect.”
Lisa was blushing.
“I want you up on the bed,” he instructed. “On your back.”
She flashed him a disappointed glance. This wasn’t even remotely playing out like she’d envisioned. “What’s wrong with me being bent over the side of it?”
“Come on, let’s go,” he ordered, pointing at the mattress. “Get up there.”
She rolled her eyes before following his instructions. She’d obviously jumped the gun with her assessment of Kevin. Apparently, there’s no such thing as a perfect guy.
Forty-Five Minutes Later.
Lisa was wrong. She was so, so, so wrong. There was such a thing as a perfect guy, and he’d just so happened to have his face buried between her legs for three quarters of an hour.
Kevin still couldn’t believe he’d been momentarily caught off-guard forty-five minutes ago. Ms. B followed his directions and lied flat on her back with her head resting in her pillows. He remembered reading somewhere on the internet that women don’t like when you get right to it—instead preferring a slow, sensual build up—so that’s exactly what he did. He showered her smooth legs with passionate kisses as his mouth worked down to her feet. Each and every one of her toes received the proper amount of individual attention inside his mouth before he gradually made his way back up toward those sexy black panties.
Her inner-thighs were next in line to be adored and worshipped before his tongue took over and slid along her fit stomach. The faint trail of saliva he left on her tummy resulted in a girlish giggle out of the underappreciated mom. That captivating titter only encouraged him to spend another few minutes worshiping her phenomenal midsection, but another part of her was waiting.
It wasn’t long before his lips gently clamped around the erect nipple on her left breast. Her whimpers grew in strength as his playful licking and fondling turned to strong sucking. Flashbacks of last night quickly entered his mind. If she loved having her lower lip bit, then maybe she would feel the same way about her breasts? A boy would ask, while a man would go for it and react accordingly.
His teeth softly locked around her hardened nipple and gave it a gentle bite. His clench turned to light nibbles as her gasps grew stronger and her hands gripped his hair. He was making this woman squirm! His mouth stayed locked on her left breast while his free hand fondled and squeezed her right one.
This kid was a natural. Her body was being poked by pins and needles as her sensitive breasts were being properly attended to, and she didn’t even have to say a word! He just knew what to do! Her moans were providing adequate feedback, but this was still a teaching lesson at the end of the day. Verbal communication was part of the deal.
“That feels so good, baby.”
Kevin froze. Baby? She called him baby? His lips wasted little time in picking back up where they’d left off before her pet name had caught his attention. He loved being called baby. That was a name reserved for someone you really care about, and she was showing him just how special he was to her. But as much as he loved her breasts (and boy, did he love ‘em), it’d been an awfully long time since his tongue praised her neck.
He slithered north and planted his lips on her neck, his stiff erection pressing against her bare thigh as the faint smell of vanilla permeated to the sensory cells inside his nose. Maybe it was just her regular odor? Why wouldn’t someone so perfect always smell this good? It made sense when he really thought about it. She was too amazing to be anything other than spectacular.
His mouth moved to her ear and gave her lobe a light nibble before speaking up. “I’ve wanted to do something for a long time.”
“Oh yeah?” she moaned, still riding high from the attention her body was receiving courtesy of his hands and mouth. “What’s that?”
“I want to taste you.”
Those five words sent a jolt through her. He wanted to taste her? As if having her body worshipped wasn’t enough, now they were really about to get intimate with each other. His warm breath faded from her ear; and suddenly, her panties were pulled down. Her lace underwear quickly found the floor before his mouth began working its way back up, kissing and licking every part of her skin in the process.
Of course she looked like this. Why wouldn’t she? She was completely clean-shaven without a hint of a hair to be seen. Small, trim, inviting pink vaginal lips were next in line to greet his eyes. Ten minutes of kissing, licking, and sucking all over her body had resulted in a glistening glow to her flawless vulva. She wasn’t just wet. She was wet from him!
His lips moved to her inner-thighs before he allowed his warm breath to graze over her pussy and still hidden clit. Every second of teasing caused her to squirm and wiggle on the bed. He didn’t need feedback to jot that mental note down. Girls like to be teased before you get down to business: make sure to never forget that.
He was in heaven from the moment his tongue first touched her labia. Rachel didn’t have a taste to her. There was a plain, nonexistent flavor to his ex-girlfriend. It was like licking his forearm when he went down on her. Not that he minded it, but what he was currently experiencing wasn’t anything like that. In fact, it was the complete opposite.
Ms. B tasted sweet.
His tongue was taken to a world of nectar and citrus. Was it her health nut lifestyle? Maybe all those fruits she was always eating were responsible for her incredible flavor? Whatever it was, he could make a habit of tasting her, but her sweetness wasn’t the most intoxicating part of her.
It was her moans.
He gently pulled back her clitoral hood to reveal that little button of nerve endings. His mouth explored all around her clit, fueled by her increasingly loud whimpers and cries. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to take this woman to the pinnacle of sexual bliss.
“Yessssssss… Just like that…” Lisa coached as his tongue finally swept across her aching clit for the first time.
Fifteen minutes of growing sexual lust and intense build up were finally coming to fruition. That taboo tongue caused her body to shiver and shake as his hand began to wander along her stomach. Teaching him how to take care of a woman wouldn’t be difficult. This kid had a gift.
But that was almost forty minutes and three orgasms ago. Kevin was what Lisa would label as a “fast learner.” Sure, from what she could tell he was naturally good in bed, but he picked up on every little detail and hint she threw out for him. A “that feels good” would result in him immediately adding whatever caused that pleasure into his repertoire. A loud moan kept his tongue exactly where it was. She even walked him through using his fingers, and it may as well have been second nature to him. This stud was going to make some cute coed a very happy girl in the future; but for the rest of her Saturday, Lisa was going to enjoy her boyfriend all to herself.
She grabbed two handfuls of his thick brown hair and roughly squeezed. That warm, tingling feeling shot through her feet again while his tongue rapidly lapped at her clit. But even stronger than those tingles was the sensation of his arms wrapped around her legs. He had her under his control. Kevin wasn’t acting like a tentative little boy. He was listening to her feedback and what she wanted; but at the same time, he was controlling the situation. It was the exact kind of man that she wanted him to be.
Her thighs were next to experience that overwhelming warmness as the heat quickly moved to the depths of her empty stomach. Abruptly, her chest caught fire. She was on the verge of screaming. This was even more powerful than her previous three explosions. Every thought in her brain promptly went blank as the flames reached her forehead. She was about to go off.
“Oh my God!!!”
She was cumming again! He’d dove headfirst into the situation with a “fake it till you make it” attitude. He’d given oral sex a few times, but he never really knew what he was doing. Rachel wasn’t one to provide much feedback. He knew that it was hard to go wrong with clitoral stimulation, but he really listened and read Ms. B’s body for how she reacted; and, hey, it sure as shit seemed to be working. The world’s most amazing woman was cumming in his mouth for the fourth time because he’d communicated with her.
He couldn’t care less that the hair on his head felt like it was being torn out of his scalp. She could pull as hard as she wanted. Her body raved and twisted in pleasure, and those previous moans had turned to screams. This was the pinnacle of power. To be able to make someone you care about feel this way was life-changing. Even being able to give back a fraction of everything she’d done for him over the years was compelling.
He pulled back after her screeching finally calmed. Her hair was messy, drool ran down her chin and neck, and her immaculate vagina possessed a shiny sparkle thanks to his mouth. Her fit body appeared even more tight and toned as a result of everything it’d been through. Ms. B wasn’t some mythical creature. She was a woman. She was a woman with needs, and he was lucky enough to be the guy taking care of them.
Lisa’s hectic panting eventually gave way to normal breathing. It took a few minutes, but she was feeling like herself again. “Amazing. Kevin that was amazing.”
“Anything in particular that felt good?”
“Everything,” she wasted no time in answering. “Everything felt amazing. Do exactly what you did on me to your next girlfriend, and she’ll do anything for you. Believe me.”
He was all smiles.
Her eyes left the ceiling and moved to the ecstatic teen who was now kneeling on the bed in front of her. “Is there anything else you want help with?”
He grinned.
“Anything at all,” she added.
“Go put some yoga pants on,” he said.
Flabbergasted would describe her reaction to that request. “What?”
“Go put some yoga pants on,” Kevin repeated. “Black ones.”
“You…you want me to get dressed?” she inquired.
He confidently nodded.
She hopped off the bed, fairly confused by what she’d just heard. The last thing she expected was to be told to get dressed. “Just yoga pants?”
He pondered her question for a moment before answering, “Black thong, black yoga pants, and that pink tank top you love to wear.”
She skipped over to her dresser to find the outfit he’d demanded. While this wasn’t the direction she saw the morning headed in, she was always ready to play dress-up. What girl wasn’t? She slipped into a clean thong before a fresh pair of black yoga pants followed. Her favorite pink spaghetti strap tank top put the finishing touches on her outfit.
“I think part of me just died.”
She curiously glanced over at the young man who was now standing just to the side of her bed. “Huh?”
“You we
re naked and then I had you get dressed,” he laughed. “Maybe I’m an idiot, but there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
Could she continue to bite her tongue? She’d somehow made it this long without saying something, but she couldn’t hold back any longer. “I can’t get over how ridiculous you look.”
He glanced down at his naked body to see his stiff erection standing at full attention. One thing looked a little out of place, however. He was so caught up in the moment, that he’d forgotten to take off his sneakers.
“No good?” he sarcastically asked.
“Naked with shoes on?” she snickered. “Yeah, no good…”
He smiled at his now fully dressed dream girl before waving for her to follow him.
She trailed behind him out the bedroom and down the stairs, observing him kicking his sneakers off at the front door before getting dressed in his basketball shorts and t-shirt. Were they going somewhere? They had to be, right? She was just naked in bed a few minutes ago, and now they were both dressed downstairs. This certainly wasn’t typical eighteen-year-old boy behavior.
“Oh, you’re hungry?” she questioned after following him into the kitchen. “Why didn’t you just say something? So, what sounds good, sweetheart?”
Kevin only smiled at her.
“What?” she curiously asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Do you have any fruit salad?”
“No, I haven’t gotten around to cutting up the stuff I bought yesterday,” she said. “Do you want some fruit salad?”
He nodded.
She hustled over to the kitchen counter and pulled out a cutting board. A long, sharp knife joined the marble surface where a watermelon, two pineapples, and a container of kiwi were waiting. She rolled the watermelon onto the board and sliced into it with her blade.
“So, that was fun,” he said.
She turned her head to see him sitting at his usual spot at the kitchen table. “Yeah, you could say that again. I wish guys my age gave oral like you. You’re unbelievable.”
His grin couldn’t be much bigger as his eyes did what they always had over the past eleven years of his life. What else was he supposed to do? It was the only thing that made sense to him.
