My hands held the back of her head in place, her nose was pressed
against my stomach, my cock slid down her velvety throat and all I
could think of was how glad I was that I had jerked off earlier in the
day. She was so good at giving head that it was almost scary. I was
glad I took care of my own business earlier, fore if I had not, I would
have shot my thick load down to the caverns of her belly long ago,
ending what was turning out to be the greatest night of my life.
Her name is Marcy, she is a tall blonde with green eyes that would melt
ice if she stared at it. Her legs were never-ending. Her tits were
smallish for her frame, but who gives a crap. Marcy bobbed her head up
and down my cock with perfection. Her hands grasped my ass and mine her
hair which was long, soft and smelled sweet.
Marcy and I live in the same apartment complex near the university we
attend. I was fortunate enough to help Tammy, her fat ugly roommate,
lug a few boxes in from the rain the day they moved in. I was just
being a nice guy and it paid off. I met Marcy after my second trip up.
She caught my eye right away, simply put, she is a looker. We chatted
and it was apparent that we had a lot in common, especially a sarcastic
sense of humor. The three of us hung out often, but always the three of
us. For a long time I wanted to ask out Marcy but it seemed to me that
we were destined to be just friends. Truth be told, I liked Tammy too
and would not want to hurt her feelings. So, I was resolved to jerk off
and fantasize about Marcy, which I did often, including earlier that
day.
So, the question is how did we finally hook up? The question is a good
one but the story is even better. I overheard Marcy talking to some
friends about the upcoming Spring Break and how she was bummed that she
could not afford to go away and would be staying at home. Tammy was
headed for some tropical resort where she would party in search of a
guy drunk enough to sleep with her. Once I heard Marcy would be
staying, I knew I would be as well.
Spring Break could not come soon enough. I knew this would be my best
chance to develop something with Marcy. Once it did come, the town was
deserted. It seemed as if we were the only two people left behind. We
spent all of our time together. During the day, we would workout then
have lunch. In the evenings we would order in or dine out then head
back home and watch a movie. We stayed up late each night talking and
laughing. Once or twice, I crashed at her place, sleeping in Tammy's
room. Then things began to take a turn for the better.
That was Wednesday afternoon. I knew Wednesday night would be do or die
for me and Marcy! As soon as I got home, I called upstairs and woke
Marcy from her nap. I confirmed we were hanging out even though I knew
we were, there was nobody else around! When we hung up, I cleaned my
apartment and changed the sheets on the bed. I even made it, which I
never do. I jumped in the shower. Thoughts of Marcy immediately filled
my head making my cock hard without my even touching it. I closed my
eyes, and let the warm water soak my face. I had visions of Marcy naked
and my hand involuntarily found my cock and began stroking it slowly.
My visions had her approaching me naked, a few more strokes and that
was all she wrote. My hand was covered in the thick goo from within me.
I finished my shower and took a nap.
Around 7, I went upstairs and let myself in. Marcy was finishing up a
workout tape and looked hot in her tights and sports bra. I grabbed a
beer as she headed off to the shower. I noticed that she did not close
the door to the bathroom completely but did not give it too much
thought, after all it was her home. I clicked around the TV when she
came out from the bathroom. She was had a bath towel wrapped around her
body and another towel wrapped around her head covering her hair. "What
are you up for tonight" she asked. I told her that I was in the mood
for a steak and wanted to go to Doyle's. A small steakhouse in town
that was kind of romantic but not over the top. She agreed and when she
finished dressing we headed out.
We were seated at a corner table by the front window. The restaurant was
dimly lit and a small candle on the table provided most of the light.
There were not many people in the place and no one was seated close to
us. We had a lovely waitress who took our drink order right away. I
ordered a bottle of red wine, much to the surprise of Marcy. When the
waitress left she asked me about it because I rarely do the wine thing,
I am a Vodka or beer man. I told her I was in the mood to try something
new. We finished a glass or so when the waitress returned to take our
order. It was a nice long evening out.
We finished two bottles of wine and were doing damage to the third when
the serious flirting began. It started with Marcy asking me why I never
dated anyone seriously. She commented on how she noticed I never had
more than three dates with the same girl. I was stunned that she
noticed. I fumbled with my answer, not wanting to let on that she was
the real reason. Finally, I wised up and turned the tables on her.
"What about you?" I asked. "You have not had a serious boyfriend since
I met you". "Who needs a serious boyfriend when you have a vibrator,"
she said. We had a slight pregnant pause, then we both burst out
laughing at the same time. It was the funniest thing I can recall her
ever saying. It was also the most outrageous. She went on to complain
about the guys at our University. They were either to aggressive or
not aggressive enough. Marcy was no slut, but she had fun too. She told
me the guys she "fooled around with" were either selfish lovers, or too
quick to finish, she had a laundry list of complaints. "That's not true
of all men" I added. "Oh really?" was her reply.
We finished our meal and our wine. I paid the check even as Marcy
insisted that she pay half. "Not tonight," I said, "Tonight you are my
date."
Soon after that we were walking arm in arm to my car. I opened the door
for her and she turned to get in but stopped and kissed me on the
mouth. the kiss lasted longer than a peck but was not a make out
session either. I was speechless. "Thanks for a great spring break and
a great dinner." I think I said you're welcome but I can't be sure.
We drove home in silence. Each of us thinking about that kiss I am sure.
I know I was. I was not expecting it but it was nice. I parked, and arm
in arm again, we headed to the elevator. "Your place or mine?" Marcy
asked. "How about we continue the try something new theme and go to
mine?" She agreed and we did.
As soon as the door opened she noticed the change. She mocked me asking
if my mother was coming and stuff like that. She sat on the sofa as I
opened another bottle of wine. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" she
asked. I was about to say no, or something to that effect when Marcy
continued, "Cause that's not really necessary, you know." I sat besides
her and poured each of us a glass. I placed the bottle down and turned
to face my Marcy. Our eyes met and I was lost in her beauty. She
leaned in and kissed me again. We meshed well. There was no awkwardness
to our kisses. No banging noses or twisting heads till we found the
proper angle. Her mouth opened slightly and I let my tongue explore her
mouth. I ran it over hers and then to the roof of her mouth. I
playfully bit her lower lip and started making out with her again. My
head was spinning from the wine and the kiss. When we finally stopped
kissing I was not sure what to say. Marcy, being the amazing women she
is, must have sensed this and she was the first to speak. It was as if
she took the words right out of my mouth, and I felt my heart skip a
beat when she said "Do you have any idea how long I have dreamed about
kissing you?"
Marcy and I kissed for an eternity. This was exactly what I wanted,
what I dreamed of. But now the moment was here and I was suddenly
tentative. I wanted to do more, to go further, but I was afraid of,
well, I am not sure of what. I managed to move my hand to her breasts
and rubbed them some over her shirt. She did not stop me so I continued
to touch her. I knew it was time to do more. I began to unbutton her
shirt. Soon her sexy stomach was exposed as was her lacy bra. I moved
down to kiss her stomach. This was all too much. I was finally kissing
and holding the woman I have wanted for so long. I wanted this to be
special, romantic and loving. I wanted to make her feel special. I
remembered what she had said over dinner, how men were coming up short
in one way or another. I have never been a selfish lover, quite the
contrary. My goal has always been to pleasure her first and foremost. I
have found that pays off. After kissing Marcy's stomach and I needed to
feel her breasts in my mouth. I unfastened her bra and she eased out of
it. I immediately went to work on them. Licking her nipples and kissing
her breasts all over. She used her forearms to squeeze them together
and I ran my tongue over her cleavage. I loved how her nipples became
hard as I sucked on them, I also loved the feeling of her long nails
running thru my hair. We were laying side by side. Her hand finally
found my crotch and I knew tonight was the night. She rubbed my stiff
cock over my jeans, but I stopped her. I wanted to take care of her
first. This was the green light I was looking for.
I sat up and unfastened her jeans. She raised her hips and I slid off
her pants. She was wearing a sexy pair of panties that matcher her bra.
My cock was throbbing in my pants and my heart was pounding hard too. I
slid her panties off and gazed at her spectacular pussy. She was
groomed immaculately. A small strip of hair at the top leading towards
her lips, where the entire area was completely hairless. With my hands
on her ankles, I spread her legs as wide as I could.