Tami got out of bed and started to get undressed. I followed suit. As soon as she was naked, she pulled my head down and kissed me. I got out a condom and put it on. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs as an invitation. We didn’t say anything. We no longer needed words. I started kissing her all over. She stopped me.
“David, I want you in me now.”
I smiled at her.
“Tami, for once, shut up. This is something I’m good at; let me make it special for you.”
She moaned deep in her throat as my hand slid slowly up the inside of her thigh in an electrifying caress that culminated with my long, lean fingers stroking her. I felt her sex part and she was wet and hot, waiting for me. She had craved me for the past week. I could tell my lips made her squirm. Tami was almost as responsive to my touches, licks, and sucks as my Princess. My touches set her on fire. I decided not to tease her and pushed her through her first orgasm. I could tell she was close, so I let my tongue caress her sex to help her through her first release.
I wasn’t counting on Tami being a screamer.
“David! What are you doing to me?”
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath. I let it out in one long, slow breath. I was sure Tami was in for a talking-to later since her mom couldn’t have missed hearing her moan, but now was about us saying goodbye.
Tami started to come back to me when I attacked her with everything I’d learned. My Princess had been a very good tutor. Tami soon had several small releases, and I could tell she was building to a big one. When she was just on the edge, I stopped.
"That’s it," I said in my best Barry White voice. "Show me how much you want me."
She was right on the edge. Tami was very athletic, so when she grabbed me by the ears and pulled me up to kiss her, I was in position to enter her as the tip found her slot. I wasn’t concerned about any problems with our first time. I was there when she fell on my bike and that issue went away. I also knew that she wasn’t the type to do slow and easy. I slid up and slowly entered her.
“Yes! We are really doing this,” Tami cried.
I looked at her as if she were possessed. I waited for her head to spin around and her to levitate off the bed. I started to move, which caused her to have an orgasm. I watched in amazement as she began to have more. She started to roll through another and another and another. I’d never seen someone have multiple orgasms so close together. The whole time her headboard slammed against the wall, and she wailed as if I were killing her. Crap, her mom had to hear that. If I hadn’t been so involved now, I would’ve died of embarrassment.
Tami grabbed my face and forced me to look her in the eyes. She had an expression on her face I’d never seen before: raw lust. I drowned in the pools of her brown eyes. I felt our connection deepen in ways I’d previously only hoped for; I was deeply, madly in love with Tami Glade, and she was in love with me. Her legs started to curl back until her knees almost touched her shoulders.
She got a fierce look on her face.
“Yes ... faster... Yes ... Yes ... harder ...” Tami chanted over and over again.
I couldn’t last much longer as I felt myself build to a tremendous release. My abdomen screamed as I followed her commands. Sweat dripped off my nose as my hips continued to swing. I had no idea that sex could be so physical. Suddenly Tami closed her eyes, her whole body went rigid, and her legs shot straight out. She then started to shake as I pumped a couple more times to bring myself over the edge. She made a strangled sound as we both shuddered in our sweet release. When we were done, we were both rag dolls as we collapsed into each other’s embrace.
“Jesus, that was intense. And you waited to do this until right before you leave,” I scolded her.
I had always known this would be magical. Tami and I had a connection that was going to make sex addictive. I rolled off her so I didn’t crush her. I grabbed my boxers and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and to grab a warm washcloth. Thankfully, Mrs. Glade had made herself scarce. I came back and gave Tami the washcloth.
She gave me a sheepish smile.
“You were right. You’re better at that than I am.”
“What? We need to mark our calendars. Did Tami Glade just admit that David Dawson was better at something than she was?”
She held up her hands in defeat.
“I’ll admit that you’re the master—for now.”
“I can’t wait until you’re better at this than I am. I think we’ll end up killing each other when that happens,” I said as I gave her a wink, and headed back to the bathroom.
I got in the shower and cleaned up. By the time I got back, Tami was in shorts and t-shirt. She and her mom were laughing. It was almost five, so I went downstairs and made tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, two of our favorites. I took everything upstairs.
“Then he tells me to shut up, he’s better at this than I am, and let him make it special for me. I’m glad I let him take charge,” Tami shared.
I gave up. I would never understand women. Both laughed, so I figured I would survive.
“Look, he made us dinner,” Tami said.
There were rules about grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. The soup must be served in a coffee mug and you dunked your sandwich. Once the grilled cheese sandwich was gone, you then drank the soup. No spoons needed. During dinner, they didn’t talk about what had just happened and I didn’t talk about my issues with Tracy. Tami knew I’d overheard their conversation and trusted me to take it from there. I also didn’t want to bring up someone else right after we just possibly had the best sex of my life.
After dinner, I took the cups downstairs to wash. I was cleaning up the kitchen when Mrs. Glade came up behind me and wrapped me in a bear hug, similar to what Tami did. I just stood there and let her bury her face into my back. I then felt her shaking and I knew she was crying. I twisted in her embrace, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her cheek.
“You know I love her. If she’d have me, I’d marry her tomorrow, but we both know that we need to grow up. Actually, I need to grow up. When that happens, we’ll be together for the rest of our lives. Mrs. Glade, I want you to know I think of you as my family. If there is ever anything you need, please let me know. Even if it’s just to talk about missing our girl.”
Tami had heard the whole thing and rushed in, and we sandwiched her mom in between us.
“I love you, Tami Glade.”
“I love you, David Dawson. Hurry up and grow up so I can marry you.”
“When you think I’m ready, you let me know and I’ll make it happen.”
“Okay, deal.”
Her mom looked at the clock. It was time for them to go. I hauled out the last bags and we had a long, tearful kiss. Tami got in the car and I watched as she disappeared down the street. It felt like a piece of my heart had left me, but I knew that at some point it would come back.
I GOT HOME TO FIND my mom and dad in my apartment, drinking a glass of wine. I smiled when I saw them. Only one thing would make them flee the house.
“Let me guess: Uncle Jim came early.”
My mom smirked.
“He got it in one. Greg’s already threatening to move in with you. We told him we have first dibs. Your dad plans to replace this couch with a futon or hide-a-bed.”
I decided to change the subject because I knew my mom was serious. If I weren’t careful, they would move in, so I told them about my weekend. I don’t think Mom and Dad realized I actually might be good at football. Neither of them was really into sports other than my dad watching it on TV. I would need to invite them to a game so they could see me play.
My phone rang, and it was Tami.
“Hey, Coward, call Tracy.”
“Okay.”
I hung up and dialed Tracy.
“Hey, Gorgeous. How was your weekend?”
She was not in the mood to chat.