And she wasn’t just talking about sex, I understood that-though that was part of it, of course.
Like I said, overwhelming.
And I was just as scared as she was. Now, I might’ve been in more touch with my fears in the past than she was, but that didn’t mean I was any better at getting past them, because I wasn’t. If she could, though, couldn’t I?
Hey, this was the girl of my dreams, remember? But, no, she wasn’t. What I had come to realize was that dreams weren’t reality, and the girl I had worshipped from afar wasn’t this naked girl sitting beside me on my bed. It was a lot more complicated than that. Dreams are easy, simple-reality is messy and complicated and scary and has consequences. When she came to me in my dreams, nobody was scared. Nobody was apprehensive. It was neat and clean. The reality wasn’t. This wasn’t a glyph or a portrait or a beautiful face across the room anymore, this was a real, live, complex human being.
But what I’d come to realize is that reality is infinitely better than dreams. Even with the fear, even with the messiness, even with the complications. I had waited four years for something that was never going to come true. However, what was going to come true promised to be something I’d never had the capacity to dream about. Reality is better, if you do it right.
Now I just had to do it right. That was the scary part. I should’ve asked Tina for advice, she knew what this was all about. Ah, well, I guess I just had to go with my instincts.
So, I started with a kiss. Seemed like a logical place to start, right? And she melted. She just melted. The next thing I knew, we were sprawled all over the bed, plastered to one another, still kissing, hands everywhere. She ran her hands up and down my chest, and then down to my dick. I was fondling a boob. And our tongues were dancing like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. We were sprawled all over the bed, touching and kissing, and then I got a crazy little impulse. I broke the kiss, and started kissing down her face, went up her neck, and nibbled on her earlobe.
She gasped. "Oh, sweetie, do that again," she squealed. So, I did. I nibbled on her earlobe for a good five minute as she started panting and gasping, and her nipple got rock-hard under my hand. "Oh, that makes me tingle all over," she said.
"Yeah, I can tell," I whispered with a laugh as I ran a thumb over her nipple.
She giggled back. "What made you think of this?" she asked as I continued on her earlobe.
"I have no idea," I admitted, and she giggled and sighed again. I kept up on her earlobe for a minute or so, and then started kissing down her neck, over her shoulders, until I got where I was going-her nipple, of course. Boy, if the earlobe made her tingle, this made her crackle. I brought my lips down to her nipple, and, I swear, she whinnied like a horse. She was writhing on the bed, strange little noises coming out of her mouth, when she finally said, "Honey…your hand…down there…please?" in a whimper. So, I slipped my hand down to her pussy. She was drenched. I did what I had done yesterday, ran my finger up and down, then slipped it inside. She bucked, and moaned, and then I came back out and went for her clit.
That’s all it took. She was pent up, no question about it. She went right over. I climbed up beside her and let her come down. She opened her eyes, smiled up and me, and then devoured my lips with hers. "Oh, what you do to me," she murmured in between kisses. Then she pulled away from the kiss, grinned up and me, and said "My turn!"
She had her hand on my dick, and started rubbing it while she kissed my chest. She even ran her lips across my nipple, which made me jump a little bit. And, to my utter shock, she kept going. She kissed down my stomach, even kissed my pubes-and the slipped her mouth around the head of my dick.
I was stunned. I looked down at her, a question on my face, and she just grinned and went at it. She didn’t take it all in, of course-Maggie had trouble with that and she was practically an expert-but Amanda got a good part of it in, sliding her mouth up and down it, while her hand worked on the rest of it. I felt myself building up very quickly-and I warned her. "Amanda, look out, it’s coming," I managed to gasp. She just grinned and kept going.
The first squirt landed right on the back of her throat. She pulled off, then, and the next squirt went for her tongue. Then she let the rest of it hammer at her boobs. I gasped, spent, and looked up at her-just in time to see her stick two fingers into the pool on her boobs, and put the fingers in her mouth and suck the cum off! The little minx! She grinned up at me and went, "Yummmmmm!"
"What got into you?" I asked.
"Madness. Insanity. Lust," she giggled. "Love." That one a little softer. "A crazy impulse." She looked down at my now limp dick. "But it seems he’s all worn out," she said a little disappointedly.
"Ah, that won’t last. He’ll recover," I assured her. "I just need a few minutes. Besides, that’ll give me time to pay you back."
"Pay me back?"
"Yup." I pushed her over on the bed, and crawled down so that my face was between her legs.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN AMANDAOh, what was he doing?
Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, oh my word…
I couldn’t believe myself. I couldn’t believe how quick I went under his hand. I couldn’t believe how turned on I got when he was nibbling my earlobe, for goodness sake. And I couldn’t believe I had actually given him a blowjob. And swallowed it! And liked it!
I asked myself, not for the first time this week, what was happening to me!
And then, he…he…he started…licking my pussy.
There. I said it. He was licking my pussy. And I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. If I thought fingers were nice-well, a tongue was a gazillion times better. And he did it just like he did with his fingers. Up and down inside my labia, and then he even stuck his tongue in my…my cunny. And then he went up to my clit. Over and over.
When I went, I just exploded. I know his parents heard my upstairs, I was that loud. It was the most intense thing I’ve ever had happen to me. I just came and came.
He crawled up next to me as I came down-and I just wrapped myself around him. I buried my face into his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. I could feel his dick up against my stomach, felt my boobs rubbing up against my chest. And, dammit, I started crying again!
He cuddled me and stroked my hair, just like yesterday in class. "Are you OK?" he asked.
"Never better," I managed to get out between sobs.
"You’re a crier," he commented.
"Yeah, and I never knew that. I never let myself go like this." I looked up at him. "And you’re so calm."
"No, I am not," he asserted. "I’m just not a crier. And it’s not a macho thing either-I’m not afraid to cry. I just don’t, generally. It comes out in other ways."
"What other ways?"
"Stop moving and you’ll figure it out." I did. I held myself very still, wrapped in his arms. Then I realized it. He was shivering.
"You’re shaking! Are you scared?"
"A little. I shake when I get overemotional, don’t ask me why. I’m feeling a lot of things right now. Fear is one of them, but only one."
"Why are you scared?"
"Lots of reasons. I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you."
"No, you won’t," I said-though I wasn’t sure about that, I was a virgin, and he was awfully big-but I knew he’d never hurt me intentionally. "It’ll be fine. I trust you."
And I did. I trusted him. I trusted him with my body, I trusted him with my soul. You could say that I don’t trust easily, but that’d be an understatement-I don’t trust at all. But I did trust him.