Life is so unfair. I know, that's what all younger people are moaning about. At least, my parents have told me that. And I've heard it from other people too. It's just part of growing up to see that you can't always have what you want. And no matter how good or kind or smart you are, bad things will happen to good people. Now I was seeing it right here beside me. I reached out and gently touched the man I wanted to be with. For a long time. Forever if I could. But it wasn't going to happen that way.
A sleeping pill didn't really give him any sleep during the night. Peter's mind and body were too hyped up. I was there with him and it was too much to sleep through. So he slumbered on and off all night, drifting into and out of sleep. I could always feel his body warm against my skin. I didn't sleep well either, but I was comfortable, and happy in the moment.
It had been over a year now. We met online. We became friends online. And we fell in love online. He would tell me often that he adored me. At first I thought he was playing a game. But not for long. With true friendship came complete trust. Well, pretty close to complete. I admit when he first broached the subject of actually meeting I was uneasy and reluctant.
Two things had occurred to me when he first broached the subject of meeting in person. He could turn out to be someone I would find repulsive in person. Or he might feel the same about me. One never knew. But it hadn't happened that way. Not at all. We seemed to be completely compatible now.
I slowly touched the short hair on his head and smelled his sweet breath. I wanted to kiss him softly but I was reluctant to disturb his sleep. I knew he could use the rest. I knew he needed all the strength he had to continue. At least for a while. A while was all he needed, for now.
Finally, with morning light creeping around the draperies, I could see his eyes wide open and his smile. He was awake and I was hungry for him.
"Morning sweets. I see now that something is ready to greet me."
"Sweets for the sweet. Yep, little one. I'm always happy to see you. Be gentle with me, Gwen." He grinned as I touched his stiffness. So good.
I didn't have to make him hard. I didn't think he could get any harder. I pressed my fingers into my moist lips and felt how ready I was for him. First I licked off the pre-cum that tasted so good, then, holding my hands on his chest I spread my legs over him, and he guided his pole into me. I groaned, slipping down onto my man's cock. I squeezed my pussy muscles, tightening and loosening, feeling his thickness as I slowly used my arms and legs to use him.
His hands were gripping my hips tightly, squeezing my flesh, as he thrust upward and grunted with passion. My pussy juices were flowing now. I could feel them. Feel them dripping out and covering his crotch as we fucked. Just fucked like animals now. I wanted to feel him cumming inside me. I wanted to be taken. Oh, god, I wanted his cock so much.
He howled. Thrust hard, then again. My pussy was sucking on his cock. I wanted more. But I always wanted more. He sometimes called me his little whore. I loved it. I loved him right now. And I loved his cock. This first real life fuck was making me cum too.
"Ah, damn, little flower. Oh, god. Baby, baby." He cream was filling me now, in bursts, and I howled with love and lust. Grinding down and taking all of him inside me. Wishing for more, always more.
As he slowed down and finally stopped humping I leaned over and began getting the kisses I had wanted earlier. I didn't want his prick to slip out of me yet. I wanted to feel it inside me. My hands were caressing his rough beard and my tongue was exploring his mouth. I could feel his fingers touching my pussy from behind, and ticking my little star. It made me giggle as I rose up and smiled at him.
"What are you thinking about, silly man?"
"We'll get to that later, cupcake." Then he laughed.
Slowly rolling off I felt his soft member slip out onto his belly. I laid beside him and tenderly touched him. Then, as we both touched each other, as if to make sure we were both really there, we talked. Quietly and openly. I knew he was going to leave soon. I knew it and mourned already. But I wanted him here with me. Right now.
"You need to take care of yourself. You'll have longer if you're a good boy. Am I nagging? I'm just worried."
"Not to worry. Only people that care will nag. I know my limits, short stuff. It'll be fine."
How did I know it would be fine. I didn't. I only knew what he told me, and now how I felt about him. All these months of faceless communication had led to this. I was in love with someone who might not even be here tomorrow. I trembled and held him tighter. I felt him sigh. Then he released himself and bounced out of bed.
"Okay. Get up honey bun. You and I are gonna have some fun today. Saturdays are for having a good time."
I giggled as I watched him walking into the bathroom. I climbed out of bed and rooted around in my overnight bag. I'd brought a change of clothes. Just a skirt and blouse along with some underwear. I heard the shower go on and giggled again. I left my clothes off and went in to join him. I was quiet as I drew back the opened the shower stall door. He had his eyes closed as he washed his hair.
"Hey! Little scamp." He was startled as I pulled his cock and balls down and said, "ding, ding." I giggled and he grabbed me. His lips were on mine, and I could sense how greedy his need was. His prick was hardening again as we stood beneath the cascading water. His arms had pulled me close and my legs spread wider to feel him poking my now tingling pussy.
"Umpf...honey...I don't think I can cum again for you so soon." He was looking into my eyes and I just grinned.
"Silly man. You don't have to cum, Peter." I giggled and blushed. I wondered if he could see that with the water running over us. "You know, if you can just keep it hard for me you can play with me some more. Please?"
I turned around and bent over, leaning against the other side of the shower stall. I heard him laughing as his cock head pressed into my pussy quickly and deeply. Then he withdrew it. He knew what I was doing. I was being bad. So my little pucker was invaded by his mushroom head. I was smiling, but then started moaning softly and grimacing as he gripped my hips. This was my first time. I was a virgin this way. I wanted him to take me.
He did. Slowly, but surely. He was gentle, but aggressive. I didn't mind. I wanted to feel him and know him in so many ways. It was good. Different, of course. I would never let anyone do it before, but I wanted this man to feel me in this way. In every way. I wanted to be fucked. He fed his hardness deep into me and I groaned as my hands trembled against the wall. His fist had grabbed my hair and he was starting to pump faster now.
I was crying with tears running down my wet face, but I loved it. And as he fucked me I was using a hand to caress and pinch my breasts, then tickling and slapping my clit. I wanted to cum quickly now. I was greedy for him. Fucking my virgin ass and calling my name. So fucking good. My legs quivered but I begged for more, and harder. Harder and rougher. Pounding my ass and shaking my whole body.
My ass was accepting him now. I was slapping my pussy and crying out. Begging for more cock as my legs were getting close to giving out. He was now holding my waist and fucking me with short, quick humps. I could hear him grunting. It sounded so nasty and dirty. I loved it. I was close. I was cumming for my lover. I screamed.
"Mine...my ass...my cunt...all mine. Oh fuck. Baby girl, so fucking good."
"Cumming...yes, yes, yes...cumming now. Fuck me!"
He was holding me up now like a rag doll. I couldn't hold myself anymore. I didn't feel him cum inside me, but he had made me happy. It was so fine. He was kissing the back of my neck. Then he turned me around and we sank down onto the shower floor with the water still flowing over us. I was trembling as he held me tightly.
We were laughing later when we got out of the shower. It was fun to dry each other off. Then I got dressed and so did he. We were on our way.
The morning was spent over on the coast. He knew I loved the beach, so we spent our time there enjoying the sun and foamy green waters. I was thinking that I wanted us to be together, like in all of those pictures you see. The ones of the lovers holding hands. Laughing and tickling and running along the shore. Picking up seashells and getting our pant legs wet when the tide turned and came rushing in. It was like that. He was happy. I could see that. Even if he was a little slow. Breathing heavy now and then. But he was happy.
We stopped and kissed often. He was taller and had to lean down to my face. I enjoyed looking up into his deep brown eyes. Sometimes I saw my own face mirrored there, and I was happy, too.
We had lunch in a seaside diner. Lots of fresh seafood. We were in such a good mood that it was contagious, I could see. Everyone around us was smiling as he tickled me and got me to giggle so he could give me a peck on my nose. We finished up with our lunch and headed back over the coastal range, across the Valley, and up into some rolling, live oak covered hills. He found a pull-off beside the road, and we got out to stroll over the golden fields.
My hand was sweaty and so was his. It felt right. Sweaty hands and sweaty bodies. I was a naughty girl. I knew that. I was a brat quite often. He had always loved that about me when we spent time online. I wondered what he would do if I was a real brat now. I was going to find out.
Letting go of his hand I reached down and pinched his butt beneath the sweat pants he was wearing.