I met Michael after a rough relationship which had ended roughly in forced sex in which I lost my virginity.
I'll tell you a bit about myself first, I'm part Native American and part white with dark mahogany hair, I'm about 5'5", with 38D Breast, 32 Waist, and 40 hips. Though not big nor small I call it average in weight.
Michael isn't average in the least, he's 6'2" and Navtive american with black hair, dark chocolate eyes, and tanned skin. He was a sweet guy from the start and when things started heating up for us I was at first worried. We met through mutual friends during a party. I'm rarely a drinker and he's got his preferences about what he drinks and how much. So neither of us every really got smashing drunk.
It wasn't often that we ran into each other at first then I began working with him at a new job and from then we started to become friends. I had never told anyone about my prior boyfriend or his pushy ways but something about Michael just called out to me to tell him. He actually brought up the subject because he knew I was withdrawn and didn't date much. I finally told him about Brandon and he understood and stuck around which helped me because I felt like if anyone knew about what happened they would turn their backs.
Anyways, I met up with Michael several times after that for dinner or just to watch a movie or hang out. It was one of these nights when he finally showed me what true care and passion could be.
We were watching a movie in his bedroom which happened a lot when he leaned over and touched my cheek and whispered softly in my ear , “I want to help you, babe. (((He always called me Babe even when we were around others))) I can’t take it anymore seeing you so sad. Let me help you. Let me show you what real passion is about.”
He ran his thumb along my lip softly then reaching gently behind me he pulled me toward him and his lips descended. Slowly at first knowing that if he went too quickly things would turn against his purpose. Several moments of lightly kissing me was enough. He then prodded my lips with his tongue until I opened to him. He gently touched tongues with me and at first I tensed up but only once. I didn’t give in but I didn’t push him away either.
I cupped his cheek softly and returned his kiss. I knew he was right, I needed to do this to make the old memories go away. He pulled me closer and settled me in his lap against his chest. I clung to him and moaned as his hand rested on my side then he massaged my stomach at the base of my ribs for a moment (((I'm very sensitive there))). His hand moved slowly upwards and cupped my breast. He rubbed my nipple with his thumb making it harden and rise. I moaned again and couldn't help but move against his pelvis.
He groaned as my hip connected and slid along his penis. His hips thrust gently against my movement. I continued to kiss him but moved so I could stradle his legs. My skirt shimmied up my legs and he pushed it higher until he felt a soft wet heat against his thighs. (((I don't like wearing underware with my skirts)))
He had to touch me but went slowly sliding his hand down my torso to my thigh.