by Jamie Knight
Ronda wriggled out of her panties in record time, and I pounced on her. I parted her thighs, pressing her back up against the window. She propped one foot up on the dash, leaving that succulent pussy exposed and waiting for me.
She smelled delicious and my mouth was already watering by the time I got in close enough to give her the first long, loving lick up the length of her sweet, delicate pussy lips. Her head fell back, exposing her throat as she let out a long, contented moan of pleasure. I wondered if anyone had ever even gone down on her before.
My tongue explored every inch of her sweet folds until I finally focused my attentions on her clit, working in tight circles around the little bundle of nerves. Ronda gasped and moaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
Her entire body was overtaken by intense trembling, and I could feel her tensing underneath me as her climax neared. “Sam,” she pleaded, “Don’t stop, I think I’m going to-“
Her words were choked off my a cry of pleasure and I felt the spurt of her juices across my tongue as she came. I licked her clean of every drop of delicious nectar before straightening and letting her catch her breath.
While she was recuperating, I rolled on a condom I’d pulled from my pocket, and when she’d recovered, I bent down and brushed my lips over hers again.
“Ready?” I asked.
She nodded quickly, still not quite back to the point where she was able to form full sentences. Taking her gently by the hips, I guided her over to my side so she was straddling me, her bare knees pressed into the seat on either side of me.
Positioning my cock so it was pressing up against her pussy, I eased her down onto it, feeling her tight little pussy stretch out in my wake. Taking her by the hips, I eased my way up further, tenderly kissing her on the neck.
There was one brief whimper, but beyond that, she seemed to be taking it like a champ, deep in pleasure. Keeping my hands on her hips, I started moving mine, slowly pumping inside her tender little pussy, still aware of her tightness and sensitivity, showing her just how good sex could feel.
She lay against me, both arms wrapped around my neck, making soft sounds into my shoulder as I drove into her. I pumped slowly at first, and then with increasing in speed as she got used to it, working up to a steady rhythm, making Ronda moan as I worked inside her.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered, “Don’t stop!”
I moved faster, gripping her hips tightly as I drove up into her again and again until I felt her walls constrict around me like a vise.
Her orgasm set something off in me, and I felt the pleasure rising up inside me again. I eased her off my cock and back onto the passenger seat. Ronda rallied in record time, sitting up and tugging the condom off my shaft.
She bent down and wrapped her lips around me, taking my cock almost all the way into her mouth and sucking hard until I unloaded. Once again, she swallowed it all down, smiling broadly as she did so.
“Again,” she said, between huffs, reaching for me.
“I need a minute,” I laughed, catching her hand and kissing her fingertips.
I agreed with her desire for more, but I needed at least a few minutes’ breather. Plus I didn’t really want to risk doing it in the parking lot again.
So we agreed that we would go back to her house for the second round, and with my head still spinning, I drove us to her place. Ronda giggled as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her through the front door, closing it with my foot.
“Bedroom?” I asked.
“Down the hall,” she said.
We kissed most of the way down the hall. I only looked up occasionally to make sure I wasn’t running into anything. The bedroom door was open, making it clear which one it was. Setting Ronda on the bed, I whipped off her dress in one, smooth motion, her panties and shoes still on the floor of my Jeep.
It was the first time I had seen her properly naked and in full light, so I took a moment to take it all in. She was even more gorgeous than I could ever imagine, which made it somewhat puzzling that she had been a virgin.
Shaking such thoughts from my mind, I approached the bed, slowly stripping off my suit as I went. Ronda leaned back on her elbows and parted her legs as I approached, giving me full access to anything I might take interest in.
I went straight for her tits, which I had wondered about but not seen before. Taking one in each hand, I carefully kneaded the taut flesh, kissing my way down from her neck. Her nipples were already hard when my lips reached them. I sucked softly, then harder, and then soft again, alternating from one nipple to the other and then back again, always careful to mind my teeth.
Working my way down her body and between her trembling thighs, I once again delved into her sweet little pussy, licking and kissing like my life depended on it. Her hips twitched and I could feel her fighting her body’s instinct to grind against me, seeking more friction.
I gripped her hips, holding her in place so she could just relax and enjoy the pleasure, and it didn’t take long before I was bringing her to another screaming orgasm.
When she’d had time to recover, I slipped out the fingers I had left in her to maintain contact, replacing them with the head of my cock. She tensed slightly at the sudden sensation but then relaxed, letting me ease in, getting more than half way before moving gently inside her.
When she got used to the feeling I started moving a bit faster until, again, I had built up a moderate, steady rhythm, pumping her tight little pussy until she nearly screamed with pleasure.
She was so worked up from the foreplay and from round one, she came for me again in record time. And I wasn’t far behind, carefully pulling out and getting my cock to her mouth seconds before unloading. After swallowing it all down, Ronda pulled me down onto the bed with her and we snuggled instil we fell asleep.
I woke to the smell of bacon wafting through the air. Pulling my boxers back on, I went to investigate. Sure enough, at the stove stood Ronda in a short little robe that just barely covered that delicious ass of hers. She was frying up a rasher of bacon, with a second pan full of sizzling eggs on the other front burner.
I came up behind her, gently wrapping my arms around her and kissing her on the cheek. It was a new feeling, to be sure. Not just that I wasn’t the one cooking breakfast, but the warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest area when I saw her. Which really only got more intense when I held her. It wasn’t really a thought I’d had before but it was feeling I could get used to.
This didn’t feel like my usual one-and-done, where I was perfectly content to see them go after our night of fun. I wanted to hold onto Ronda. I wanted to spend more time with her, and wake up with her like this again. And again…
We ate in companionable silence, neither of us seeming to want to ruin the perfect moment. When we finished, Ronda got up to do the dishes and I followed, her washing and me drying and placing them on the rack, and it feels comfortable. Domestic. She had just handed me the last fork when my phone started to buzz in my pocket.
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I had never gotten dressed so fast. Minding the speed limit so I wouldn’t get pulled over, I made my way home, only realizing later that Ronda had been lying about living close. Not that that was the first priority on my mind.
The call had been from a neighbor saying there was something going on at my house. My first thought had been burglars. Until I remembered the large breed puppy I had left alone to roam overnight.
When I opened the door, dread in my chest, Benny greeted me excitedly. I scratched his head as I looked around, knowing that even though he’d behaved badly, it really wasn’t his fault.
The damage was bad, but not what it could have been. The living room furniture was pretty much a write off. Several large chunks taken out of all of it. The rugs were also dug up, including an original Persian specimen I had spent a pretty penny on. The stereo remained untouched however, so to the collection of vinyls lined up on the shelves on the stand below it. Thank
goodness for small mercies.
“Not a good idea to leave a pup alone,” the neighbor said, coming in behind me uninvited.
“No shit, Sherlock,” I said, resisting the urge to punch him in his smug face.
Hearing the the menace in my voice the neighbor beat a hasty retreat before any violence would become necessary. He had been right of course, and I felt a stab of guilt for being a dick. It had been a mistake to leave Benny alone with the run of the house. A lesson I had heard the hard way, but at least it was one I wouldn’t have to worry about again after Monday, right?
Looking down at the pup, I realize that I’m actually going to miss him, even if he is a destructive little beast.
Chapter Seven
Ronda
Everyone around me noticed my even happier mood, starting with Sharon. I had gone over to her house for tea and biscuits like I did most afternoons. I had changed back into my normal clothes, the dress she had lent me neatly folded over my arm.
“Well, hello there,” Sharon said, Warren standing beside her.
“Hi,” I wondered what her tone was about.
The kettle was already boiling as we entered, Warren sniffing at me curiously. I didn’t think it was possible that he could have smelled Sam on me, but that sure seemed to be what was going on.
“Warren, down boy,” Sharon scolded.
Warren dropped his head, his ears going down flat and he slunk back to his bed dejectedly.
“Someone’s excited,” Sharon said, pouring out two spots.
“He usually is when I come around,” I said, sitting at the table.
“Oh, no, I meant ye, lass, he only reacts like that to pheromones.”
“Oh,” I said blushing.
“So, I take it your date went well last night?” Sharon asked, bringing the tea and a plate of biscuits to the table.
“You could say that.”
“So you shagged, then,” Sharon said, cutting to the quick.
“Sharon!” I protested, blushing bright.
“No need to be embarrassed, that was the plan right?” Sharon pressed.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“So, I take it he was good,” she said, taking a sip of her tea that was mostly milk.
“How did you - ”
“Your jovial smile,” Sharon said.
“Oh,” I said, not knowing I had done that.
“It was your first time, right?”
“W-what?! How did you know?”
“In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never heard you mention a boyfriend- or a girlfriend, for that matter. Nothing. It doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out that you’re at least celibate, if not a virgin.”
“Both, really.” I sighed, “Not so much intentionally. I just never seemed to get along with people.”
“You get along with me,” Sharon pointed out.
“I more meant people in general, as a concept.”
“And I’m the exception?” Sharon asked, not sure how to take that.
“One of them,” I said.
“Is Prince Charming another?”
“Yeah,” I said, my goofy grin returning in a way I could actually feel it, “I think so.”
“So ye’re planning to see him again?” Sharon asked, posing a question I hadn’t even considered up until that point.
“I sure hope so,” I admitted.
I actually got my wish a few minutes later when, unexpectedly, I got a call from Sam’s number. I was ashamed to admit it, but I had memorized it from the forms he’d filled out at my clinic. But in my defense, it was easy to remember. There were a lot of sevens.
“Hello,” I said, trying to sound way calmer than I felt.
“Hey Ronda, it’s Sam.”
“Oh, hey, Sam,” I said casually, trying to ignore the tightening feeling in my pussy as I recalled all the wonderful things he had done to me.
“I was wondering if you’re free tonight.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I have to work tomorrow,” I hedged, trying not to sound too eager.
“I’ll get you home in plenty of time,” he wheedled, “Promise.”
I forced myself to pause, as if I was mulling it over, before finally speaking. “Okay,” I agreed, every nerve in my body trembling at once.
Chapter Eight
Ronda
Two Weeks Later
“You look really nice,” Sam said, as I stepped out of my house with Warren on a leash beside me.
Truth was, I was a little breathless and trying to hide it. I had bolted across the street as soon as I had gotten ready, begging Sharon to loan me Warren again, and had barely gotten back with him in time. Sharon had gladly obliged, even if she was a bit surprised.
“Thanks,” I said.
The sexual tension between us wasn’t as overpowering as it had been. We still had chemistry to spare, but it wasn’t the same as before. He barely touched me except for holding my hand. I had wondered why at first.
I didn’t think he had lost interest in me, but was trying to figure out what else it could be. Then it hit me. We had slept together, and it had been amazing, but it had also technically been our second date. So now he was trying to get to know me on something other than a purely physical level. Somehow this made me even more excited. Not only did he make me feel amazing, but he wasn’t after only one thing. He actually cared about me.
I suddenly felt really bad about lying to him. Our relationship seemed to really be growing and I didn’t want it to be based on a lie, small as it may have been. I knew I would have to tell him the truth, but didn’t feel right telling him right then and there, not wanting to ruin things before they really had a chance to start.
We made our way to the dog park, walking Warren and Benny. We had been spending as much time as we could together since that first date, and had spent nearly every night together. Somehow he hadn’t asked where Warren was, but to be fair, my mind wasn’t exactly on dogs either when we were at my place…
But despite the heat between us, the cold, dread worm of the lie at the core of our relationship was gnawing at me more than ever. I needed to tell him, but as I turned face him, at the same time facing down my fears, I got a look at his eyes and my courage left me.
I couldn’t bear to disappoint him. “You ok, babe?” he asked, brows furrowing in concern.
I tried to shape my expression into something more casual, forcing my lips into a smile. “I’m good,” I assured him.
He bent down and kissed me, and I pressed my body against his. His hand slipped into the curve of my hip, one of his favorite spots to touch and kiss, and heat floods through me.
When he pulled back, I peered up at him through my lashes. “My place?” I whispered, voice trembling.
“Mine,” Sam answered, sending a thrill through me, “I set up a playroom for the dogs, so everything should be okay. I also don’t live too far from here,” Sam said.
I felt a sudden pang of guilt, reminded of another lie that I told to get with him at first. Pushing down the unwelcome felling, I focused on the good, taking his hand, and we walked to his car, loading the dogs into the back. I was surprised at how well they seemed to like each other. Benny could occasionally get a little nippy, but Warren tolerated his puppy misbehavior, and the two got along like peas in a pod.
Chapter Nine
Ronda
Sam parked out front, and the dogs nearly sprinted to get inside. The living room looked different that it had before, all the furniture replaced with new pieces. As well as the rug, which I had always thought was really pretty.
We set up the dogs in the play room. Each of them, worn out from the walk, trotted off to their respective corners; Benny into his kennel and Warren into the big bed Sam had put down for him full of his favorite treats. With them settled and content, we slipped out and closed the door behind them.
“Race you,” Sam murmured as the door clicked closed.
We both took off the stairs. Sam had the advantage of longer le
gs, but I got a head star., My feet were bare however, and part way up the stairs to the bedroom, I stumbled, putting me down on all fours.
Sam seized me around the waist before I hand a chance to get to my feet, and started to gently suck my toes, my laughter at the absurdity of the situation turning to soft moans of pleasure. He had taught me so much since popping my cherry. Levels and kinds of pleasure I had never even considered before. He then ran his tongue up the soles of both feet and then slowly up my legs, inching towards his final destination. I reached down and hiked up the hem of my dress to give him easier access.
Taking several moments to tenderly kiss and lick the back of my knees, something he knew drove me absolutely crazy, he continued up my inner thighs, blazing a trail with his heavenly tongue. Working his way up between my legs, he slipped two fingers under my panties, pulling them gently aside, giving him unfettered access to my sopping wet pussy.
Giving me a few teasing licks to tease and work me up, he buried his face between my thighs, giving my desperate little pussy long, hard licks that sent waves of pure heat running through my body. “Oh, fuck, Sam,” I whimpered, “Don’t stop!”
My fingers scrabbled helplessly on the floor as pleasure washed over me. He kept going at full tilt, never letting up until I was shuddering with a powerful orgasm.
Sam shifted on the stairs so he was above me, though not quite on top of me. He kissed the back of my neck and lovingly stroked my pussy as I recovered. No matter how many times he made me cum like this, I never quite got used to it and needed a bit of TLC after each.
Sliding two fingers in slowly to make sure I was ready for him again, Sam gently spread my legs a little more and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy. It was a bit of an odd angle so there was more pressure on my abdomen, making my pussy an even tighter fit for his humongous cock.
But I’m so wet from his teasing, he managed to slide in, slowly. Pausing again to let me gather myself, he started to move in me, sending shock waves of intense pleasure rippling through my entire body.
