by J. J. Murray
“I can fix that,” Lauren whispered. “You just stand there being sexy.”
Patrick watched as Lauren unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly, and pulled his pants to the floor.
She hung his pants on a hook and unbuttoned his shirt. “Feel free to narrate.”
“Narrate?” Patrick said.
“Tell me what is going on in this scene,” Lauren said.
“I’m standing here, nervously hoping I remember what to do,” Patrick said.
“You’ll remember,” Lauren said. “Keep narrating. Like a voice-over.”
Patrick smiled. “I can do that. As Lauren took off his clothes, Patrick began to get very nervous.”
Lauren smiled.
“And hard,” Patrick added.
Lauren laughed. “I can see that.”
“His penis was about to shred his underwear into a million pieces,” Patrick said.
Lauren drifted one hand to the front of his underwear. “You need bigger underwear.” She removed his shirt and threw it behind her. “Is that T-shirt important to you?”
“The T-shirt he wore wasn’t important,” Patrick said.
“Patrick was extremely grateful that Lauren had removed it.”
“You’re a good narrator,” Lauren said.
“He thanked her and wanted to rip her T-shirt off,” Patrick said.
Lauren raised her arms. “Rip away.” She closed her eyes.
Patrick began ripping her T-shirt in front until two delicious breasts spilled out, their nipples ripe and hard. He tore off the T-shirt and tossed what was left of it into the sink. “He wanted to rip off her panties, too.”
Lauren moaned.
That was the sexiest groan I have ever heard. He knelt in front of her and made a small tear in the fabric with his fingers. “He decided to use his teeth.”
“He had better,” Lauren whispered.
He bit down on the sheer fabric and pulled it to the side until it tore past smooth, brown, hairless skin to her clitoris, her panties dropping to the floor. He took off his underwear and stood, his penis erect against her stomach.
“Patrick was about to come already,” he whispered.
Lauren opened her eyes. “So am I.” She pushed his penis down, rubbing it rapidly against her clitoris. “Oh, man,” she panted. “Kiss me.”
While Lauren sucked on his tongue as she came, Patrick tried to hold back.
“Lauren, I—”
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I want you to come.”
Patrick could hold back no longer, ejaculating onto Lauren’s thighs, legs, and stomach as he tried to retrieve his tongue from Lauren’s mouth.
They looked wide-eyed at each other for several long moments as their spasms decreased.
“We have to take a quick shower,” Lauren said.
“Patrick agreed that it was a good idea to take a quick shower,” Patrick said.
“You can stop narrating now,” she said.
“Patrick didn’t want to stop narrating,” he said. “He felt he could say things as a narrator that he wouldn’t normally say.”
“Keep narrating, then,” Lauren said. “I want to hear what you wouldn’t normally say.”
Lauren turned a lever, and the shower came on. As she stepped in, Patrick cupped her booty and stepped in behind her, pressing his penis against her back. While she stood under the spray, he massaged her shoulders.
“He truly enjoyed the view of Lauren’s booty, so shapely and sexy,” he said, “but he realized they had no soap.”
Lauren turned to him, the water soaking her hair. “I don’t ever use the hotel soap. I brought some of my own. It’s in the smallest suitcase.”
“He didn’t want to leave her, especially since her hairless, um . . .”
“Come on, Narrator,” Lauren said.
“Her hairlessness excited him very much,” Patrick said.
“Go get us some soap,” Lauren said.
Patrick left the bathroom, found a container of Dove Go Fresh Body Wash, and returned to the tub. He turned off the water, and Lauren held her arms in front of her breasts.
“It’s cold, man,” she said.
“Patrick wanted to see Lauren’s nipples pop,” Patrick whispered. “He also wanted to soap her from head to toe.”
“Lauren agreed to be soaped,” Lauren whispered.
After putting far too much soap onto two washcloths, Patrick started at her neck and worked his way down, working the front with one hand and the back with another. He crouched and soaped her hips, thighs, booty, and legs until Lauren shivered.
“Patrick saw that Lauren was turning into an icicle, so he turned on the water.”
Lauren smiled. “I’m more of a Fudgsicle.”
Patrick turned on the shower. “Patrick liked to lick Fudgsicles, so he did.”
Lauren spread her legs slightly. “Lauren liked to be licked like a Fudgsicle.”
Patrick put the tip of his tongue on Lauren’s clitoris, which was already engorged. He licked her in slow, lazy circles.
“Lauren is about to come again,” she whispered. “Hold it right . . . oh, damn, geez!”
Patrick stood. “Patrick was wondering if Lauren cursed whenever she had an orgasm.”
She threw her arms around him and ground her hips into his. “It’s the only time I curse, and I only say ‘Damn.’ ”
“Patrick hoped to make Lauren curse often,” Patrick said.
Lauren nodded. “Would you like me to soap you now?”
“Patrick agreed that having Lauren Short soap him was about the best way a man could get clean,” he said. “Patrick was really dirty after riding over thirty hours on a bus.”
Lauren squirted gobs of soap onto one washcloth. “Then I will have to be thorough.”
Patrick watched as Lauren soaped his face, neck, and chest. “Patrick closed his eyes because it felt so good.”
Lauren scrubbed his back, his stomach, his arms, his shoulders, and his ass.
“Patrick’s penis became erect again,” Patrick whispered.
Lauren stroked his penis with the washcloth. “Lauren wondered how Patrick’s penis could get so large so quickly.”
Patrick opened his eyes and looked down. “Patrick knew that she was the reason.” That and twenty years of nonuse.
“Close your eyes,” Lauren said. “Tell me what I’m doing.”
In moments Patrick felt Lauren’s lips on him, felt her tongue running up and down the length of his shaft, felt her fingers massaging his balls.
“Ahem,” Lauren said. “Where’s the narration?”
“The narrator is trying not to come,” Patrick said.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” Lauren whispered. “I want to know.”
“Patrick felt her tongue sliding mercilessly around the tip of his penis while her soft fingers stroked him,” he whispered. “Now she’s trying to swallow his penis whole.”
Patrick tried to pull away, but Lauren held on, stroking and sucking until he finished. That was a first. Oh, that was unbelievable.
She stood up and nibbled on his nipples. “Keep narrating,” she whispered.
“Patrick was amazed that Lauren, um, swallowed,” he whispered.
“Did it feel good?” she asked.
Patrick opened his eyes and looked into hers. “Yes, but I was afraid I would hurt you.”
“You didn’t,” Lauren said. She moved him into the spray. “Was that a first for you?”
Patrick nodded. “Am I allowed to say that I liked it very much?”
Lauren laughed. “Yes.”
“I liked it very much,” Patrick said.
Lauren rested her head on his chest. “Are you nervous anymore?”
“No,” Patrick said. “I’m intimidated.”
Lauren turned off the water. “By me?”
Patrick nodded. “We haven’t even done it yet.”
“I know,” Lauren said. “But we’re about to, right?”
Patrick step
ped out of the tub, took her hand, and led her to the bed. He threw back the bedspread until it spilled onto the floor. He ripped off the sheet until it, too, ended up on the floor. He propped up the pillows against the headboard and pointed.
“Is this a silent movie?” Lauren asked as she slid onto the bed and rested her head on the pillows.
“I doubt it will be silent for long,” Patrick said. “I know I won’t be silent. Let me know when you’re ready.”
She grabbed his hand and forced it between her legs. “Feel me.”
She’s already wet. “You’re very wet.”
“And getting wetter,” she whispered. “I’m ready when you are.”
Patrick looked down at his penis. “I’m ready.”
“Don’t be afraid to let go,” Lauren said. “I won’t break.”
He parted her legs and raised them to his shoulders, kissing her calves and squeezing her feet. She reached down and guided him inside her, and while she squeezed her breasts and panted, Patrick began a slow grind.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Lauren said. “I want to know how it feels for you.”
“It feels . . . like silk,” Patrick said. “Wet silk. It’s like there’s a hand inside you pulling me deeper.”
She smiled. “I haven’t done Kegel exercises all these years for nothing. What else do you feel?”
“I feel your thighs against my hips,” Patrick whispered.
“You got a nice rhythm going, man,” Lauren whispered.
“I want you to come again,” Patrick said. “What can I do?”
Lauren’s left hand shot from her breast to her clitoris. “You just keep doing that, I’ll do this, and I’ll be coming in no time.”
“What are you feeling?” Patrick asked. He kissed the bottoms of her feet.
“I feel something huge pushing me through this bed,” Lauren said. “I feel your lips on my feet, and trust me, that is so erotic. I feel your hands on my legs, and my nipples are trying to touch the ceiling, and . . . oh, damn!”
As Lauren began bucking, she grabbed Patrick’s ass and pulled him completely into her. In moments, Patrick came so hard he banged the back of Lauren’s head into the headboard.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Patrick cried. He slid her back to him.
“It’s okay,” Lauren said. “I was seeing stars when I came, and now I’m really seeing stars. I think I see the entire universe. There’s the Milky Way, and, oh, is that a comet?”
“Are you okay?”
Lauren nodded. “Oh yes.” She wiped beads of sweat from her chest and his. “I have never felt better.”
45
That’s what I’m talking about! Lauren thought.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
That’s the way a man is supposed to make love to his woman. If he had put me through the wall, I wouldn’t have felt a thing! I would have smiled at our neighbors and shouted, “Patrick, don’t you dare stop!”
She watched as Patrick backed out of her. He comes, and he’s still hard for me. “You’re still hard.”
Patrick nodded. “I know.”
“Is that normal?”
“I don’t know,” Patrick said.
“You don’t know?”
Patrick shrugged. “You’re only my second lover, Lauren. This has never happened to me before.”
Only his second. Wow. “Well, I have an idea about what we can do with that thing,” Lauren said. “I have many, many years of pent-up sexual frustration.”
“Me, too.”
“If you don’t mind, Patrick, I’d like to go a little buck wild right now,” Lauren said. “I don’t want you to treat me like a fragile lady. I want you to . . .” She smiled. “I want you to give me all you’ve got.”
“Are you sure?”
From the size and girth of that thing, no. “I’m sure. And if we break anything, I’ll pay for it.” She swiveled off the bed and stood. “I want you in every way possible in every place possible in this hotel room.”
Patrick spun her around. “Please put your hands on the bed.”
Lauren nearly fell to the bed, bracing herself with her hands. “You don’t have to say please.”
“I am a gentleman,” Patrick said.
“I don’t want you to be a gentleman now,” Lauren said. She felt Patrick’s hands roughly widening her stance, and in a moment, he was deep inside her.
Lauren began to pant. “Hit it hard....”
After pounding into her on the bed, he turned her over and lifted her into the air. “This gentleman wants to see you hit the ceiling.” His feet left the floor as he jumped into her.
They then fell into a swivel chair, and while Lauren rode him and held on to a desk for dear life, the table lamp clattered to the floor.
He turned her around and slid off the chair, grinding her into the carpet in front of the bed.
“Harder!” she cried.
He stood her up and pinned her to the wall beside the bed, her elbows making the pictures and light fixtures dance.
I have never felt such reckless abandon! I am losing myself in him. I’m not sure where he begins or I end. We are one person, one flesh, one mass of sweat and skin and sighs. This is the way a man is supposed to satisfy a woman!
I am never letting this man go!
Ever!
I hope we don’t break this wall!
46
After they came together, Patrick carried her to the bed, nestled her head among the pillows, and picked up the sheet and bedspread, settling them over her. He slid in beside her and hugged her from behind.
“Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi.”
“Are you warm enough?” he asked.
“Yes,” Lauren said. “Are you?”
“I am now,” Patrick said. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, very,” Lauren said. “Wow. It’s still snowing.”
“Yeah.” Patrick sucked on an earlobe. “I like your ears.”
“They like you,” Lauren said. “You like my booty, too, don’t you?”
“Very much,” Patrick said. “I’m thinking about it right now. And wondering.”
Lauren turned to face him. “What are you wondering about?”
“Didn’t you say that you were shy about sex?” Patrick asked.
“I am,” Lauren said.
“After what just happened,” Patrick said, “that can’t be true.”
“Well, tonight I wasn’t shy,” Lauren said. “I don’t think I could ever be shy around you because you’re so open. I can say what I want to say to you. I can do what I want to do with you. You’ll tell me anything I want to know. When I asked you what you were feeling while you were inside me, you told me.”
“I am an open book,” Patrick said. “You can ask me anything.”
“Was that the best sex you ever had?” Lauren asked.
“Yes,” Patrick said.
“Do you want to have some more?” Lauren asked.
“Yes.”
Lauren sighed. “Don’t you ever get tired?”
“I have too much of you running through my veins to sleep now,” Patrick said.
“We could talk a little first,” Lauren said.
“We can do that,” Patrick said. “I may kiss you while we talk.”
“I may kiss you back,” Lauren said. “It’s so strange talking to you without typing.”
“I may type on your body,” Patrick said, kissing her neck.
Lauren smiled. “I have a whole bunch of exclamation marks on my body right now. You hit my booty hard.”
“I wasn’t moving, I swear,” Patrick said. “You were doing most of the work.”
“I was, wasn’t I?” Lauren said. “I can give as good as I take, huh?”
“Yes,” Patrick said. “Did you get enough?”
“Oh yes,” Lauren said.
“Are you content?” Patrick asked.
“With what just happened? Oh yes.”
“I meant, are you content with me?” Patrick whi
spered.
“Of course.” She buried her nose in his chest. “I’ve been worrying whether you’d be content with me.”
Patrick stared into her eyes. “I’m not content, Lauren. I’m amazed. I am astonished. All this is still a dream for me.”
Lauren pinched his arm. “It’s not a dream.”
“And that’s what still amazes me. You’re here. With me.”
“Get used to it,” Lauren said, kissing his chest.
“I don’t know if I want to get used to it,” Patrick said.
Lauren pushed him over and straddled him. “What?”
Patrick rubbed her back. “If you amaze me every time we’re together, I will never get tired of you.”
“You think you can get tired of me?” Lauren asked. “I wouldn’t let that happen.”
He stroked her hair. “I know you wouldn’t, and I know I will never get tired of looking into your eyes. Your eyes drew me to you from the second I saw Feel the Love. When I saw your eyes and the rest of you, I said to myself, ‘She’s perfect.’ ”
“I’m not, you know,” Lauren said.
“You’re perfect to me,” Patrick said. “I even thought about writing to you after I saw that movie, but I didn’t.”
“Why didn’t you?” Lauren asked.
“You were a star,” Patrick said. “Boys from the Gowanus Houses don’t write to stars. They only dream about them.” He pulled the bedspread over her back and pulled her close. “But now that the dream is real, I’m kind of sad.”
Lauren rested her head on his shoulder. “Why?”
“If this dream is real, what will my nightly dreams be like from now on?” Patrick asked. “What will I dream about when my dream is lying beside me?”
Lauren kissed his cheek. “You’re going to make me cry.”
“I never want to make you cry,” Patrick said. “And I’m surprised neither of us passed out. Do you want to get some room service now?”
“Not yet,” Lauren whispered. “I want you deep inside me again.”
“I like being deep inside you,” Patrick whispered.
“I’m glad you do,” Lauren said. A few tears fell. “Sorry, but I’m living a dream, too, Patrick.”
“I don’t believe that,” Patrick said.
“Really. I feel like a woman again. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to feel so alive.”
