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This Crazy Little Thing Called SEX: part 4

Jennifer continues to explore the limits of her sexuality

4: Dominus Domina.

The half moon sat artfully in the night sky, casting its pale light into my room as I lay on my bed, staring up at the shadows it cast.

Both my hands were gently stroking either side of my sex as the events of the day fed my imagination and played out over and over in my head as I closed my eyes, breathing deeply of the sensations flowing through me. A stray finger rubbed my still deliciously sore pussy that I had flushed clean when I got home earlier, and my thoughts turned back to him.

After we left the motel, he drove me home and pulled up a few yards from my house.

We didn't talk much, both of us dealing with our emotions in our own way and still coming to terms with the beginnings of our relationship. I undid the seat belt and reached for the door. 

"Jen, I uh," he started to say but I quickly put a finger to his lips.

I squeezed his hand. "Shhh, I'm fine. That was wonderful. Everything was perfect. Go to work. I'll see you tomorrow."

He nodded as I got out, and I stood to watch as he drove away.

*

The sex had been wonderful. Not like I had imagined it to be at all. Each fuck had stripped away the foundations of who I considered myself to be. That I was, at heart, a passion flower of faith, love, and devotion to him. "The one" seemed an age ago. 

Was he the one?

I turned my head to stare at the half moon looking at me through my window. He was enough. Enough for me. I sighed and stretched lazily on the bed, enjoying the languid ache of every muscle as I remembered all the things we did in the motel.

But one thing flickered more brightly than all others. And it was that thing which called to my true nature.

*

Wednesday dawned with the sound of birdsong outside singing to me, and the sun rising brightly in an early morning haze.

It had just gone eight when I finally got out of bed and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I was wearing a white dressing gown as I flopped down into the chair and rested my head on folded arms.

Mom was quietly sitting on the other side of the table with a cup of coffee steaming in front of her.

"Mornin' sleepy head," she said, taking a sip.

My eyes were closed and I just smiled a "Hmmm." in response.

"I think we need to have a talk." She then put a small box on the table between us.

I slowly opened my eyes and froze. Uh oh.

*

My mom is nothing if not practical. She is the backbone of the family. A port for any ship in a storm. Calm in the face of adversity and so on. She was also insanely protective of me. As I had grown older, she had become much more aware of the attention I was beginning to attract wherever I went.

And now, all these years later, here we were. The big mom-daughter talk.

"Have you slept with him?" she asked, getting straight to the heart of the matter. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

Unable to look at her, I sat back, fiddling with the belt of my gown. I could hardly think straight as my heart rattled around inside of me. I bit my lip and nodded. "Yes," I whispered. I glanced up and saw her nod her head and slowly breathe out. "I'm, ah, uh sorry, mom."

She sat looking at me for what felt an age but then she surprised me as she put her cup of coffee down on the table.

She shook her head. "There is nothing to be sorry about, sweetie. You're eighteen. A grown woman. The decisions you make are your own now. You have to do what you feel is right for you. Your dad and I can only offer you the benefit of our experience, that's all." 

She picked up the box. "At least you're sensible enough to take precautions." 

I could feel tears welling up as I sat there trying to keep my emotions in check. "I know," I sniffed, "I wanted to say something but I..."

She reached across the table and laid a hand on my arm. "Listen, I'm not just your mother. I'm your best friend. We should be able to talk about anything, you and me. Anything. If you're unsure about something or have a problem come talk to me."

"I will," I took a deep breath, "I promise. But, uh, dad. What about dad?" Geez, Dad would ground me for a year and a day if he found out.

"Leave your dad to me. He doesn't need to know about this until he absolutely has to know. This is between you and me. Our secret. So don't worry." She frowned slightly. "He didn't pressure you did he?"

Surprised she could even think that, I shook my head firmly. "No, no. No. He would never do that. He's nice and kind. You'd like him a lot. I know I do," I blushed, thinking I'd said too much.

"Do you love him?"

"Um," I started to say, "I think I do."

"Does he love you?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"How do you know?"

"Because he wrote it down." Oh heck. That sounded so pathetically cheesy.

Mom nodded solemnly trying to hide a smile. "Okay, I guess that's something at least," she said, "Did you like it?"

I looked up in total surprise. What? What did she just say?

She took another sip of her coffee, staring at me over the rim of her cup. "I asked you if you had enjoyed it. I take it that was your first time?"

Was mom asking me about what we did? 

"Wuh, well, uh kind of. I guess. Yeah." Geez, what sort of answer was that?

"Good, that's good." she mused. Her eyes were sparkling in amusement watching me squirm on my chair. 

Her next question was a humdinger. "Where did you do it?"

I froze in my chair. 

Uh uh-oh! Alarm bells were going off in my head at that one. Do not tell her about that first time. Even mom would blow a fuse if she found out about that.

"Wuh... where?" I stumbled, "Uh, we uh, went to a motel. He booked a room for us."

Mom blinked in surprise. "A motel?!"

I felt like I was going to cry. "But it was clean and it had a shower, mom!"

Oh boy, mom was not happy at all. She put her cup down and gave me her best stern face. "A motel?" she said firmly, "What about his place?" she asked, "Couldn't you have done it there?"

I shook my head. "His mom works part time and he has two younger sisters. There's just no way we could have done it there," I looked around the kitchen, "As for doing it here," I let my voice fade away.

Mom ran her fingers through her curly brown shoulder length hair. "I guess I can see your problem. We'll have to think of something."

What? "Think of something?" I blurted out. Think about what? Where Rick and I were going to have sex?

Mom chewed on her lower lip. "Jennifer, I may be your mom but I'm the same as you. We're both adult women. I was your age once remember. I met your dad when I was just a little older than you are now, and I had all the same emotions that you're going through."

I just sat listening. Hearing my mother talk like this was a real eye opener.

Mom got up and went to the calendar which hung from a small hook screwed into the wall next to the freezer. "Okay, let me see. College Monday morning, Wednesday afternoon and Friday morning, right?" she asked as she ticked the relevant boxes with her pen, "He works shifts, right?"

I nodded. "Four days a week. Starts about five. Finishes at eleven. Tuesday to Saturday. He rotates his day off during the week. Usually a Thursday. It depends."

She tapped the pen against her lips. "So I need to disappear for a few hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Hmmmm, I can do that. Go visit your Gran. Meet up with some friends. How long do you need?"

I blinked at her. "For what?"

She sat back down and looked me straight in the eye. "To fuck, silly."

*

Have you ever had one of those days when you think you know the people around and close to you, but you really, really don't? This was one of those days.

I sat listening to my mother in a completely new light. I was no longer her little girl. I was all grown up. I was now an adult and she was treating me as such. The love was the same but now there was something more to it - a mutual respect.

These past twenty-four hours had just been insanely ridiculous on so many levels. Mom was right, though. Using cheap motels was way too risky and her solution was the best of both worlds.

I looked down at my bed and felt myself shiver all over. I would have to talk to him sometime this afternoon. During class or whatever. Geez, I wonder how he would feel doing it under my roof?

I stood getting ready for college. I had already noticed I was dressing these days to impress him. It was always so much fun to see his reactions to the way I looked and how it kind of knocked him sideways for a moment or two.

I think he had a thing for black. Black was his mojo. Old school stockings and suspenders to go and all that. Got to admit, I think I preferred to wear those type of things. Frills with bows and ties and ribbons and laces. My thoughts drifted to the image of my Great Grandmother and the way she was dressed in her pomp. Maybe I got my tastes in clothes from her too.

"Hurry up, Jen," shouted my mother from downstairs. "Or you'll be late!"

Grumbling, I slipped off my dressing gown to leave me skipping around in just a pair of lemon yellow panties as I pulled on a clean black chequered blouse and dark gray skirt. Stockings would be for another day, for the sun was high and the day warm. A couple of clips fixed my hair in place, bag was grabbed, phone slipped into my back pocket, and we were good to go. I was about to run down the stairs and out the door when I stopped suddenly and listened to my mom bustling about the kitchen.

"You can tell me anything. Anything," she had said.

Something came over me. Like a light being switched on in the dark. The motel room. That moment in the shower. I felt faint and I grabbed the rail to steady myself. I was shivering from head to toe as my mind twisted and wrapped itself around that moment.

I slowly walked down the stairs and stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Mom was polishing the bench, giving it a squirt or two of cleaner before wiping it down. After a second, she looked up to see me staring at her with a look best described as confused, emotional and perplexed.

She came over and placed both her hands on my shoulders. "Honey, are you alright?" she asked, worried, "Is anything wrong? Are you sick?"

The little voice in my head was whispering something to me. Still in the distance, but slowly coming closer. My mind was continuing to focus on that particular memory. What was it trying to tell me? I blinked, trying to make sense of it all. And then everything suddenly became clear and simple to me.

I gasped and looked up at her, "Mom, I think," my mouth fell open in surprise at my sudden revelation. "I think I want to be spanked by him."

I don't think even my mother expected that one.

*

Sally and Debbie were waiting for me at the college entrance and waved as I got off the bus. They had no idea the adventure I had yesterday and I smiled to myself, wondering how they would react if I told them.

"Hey, hey, hey!" said Debbie cheerfully, "Another day, another dollar!"

I gave them both a peck on the cheek. "Hey ho, how goes it?" I said.

Sally stood dramatically with both hands on her hips, "Ask not what Shakespeare can do for you, but what you can do for Shakespeare!" She then burst into a fit of the giggles and grabbed me by the arm, "Come on, once more unto the breach dear friends. Once more!"

Oh, good grief. It was going to be one of those days.

*

It is quite the experience to sit through class with your lover sat just over your right shoulder. My sixth sense was tingling and the hairs on the back of my neck bristled with electric anticipation as I felt his eyes on me. His eyes had been on me the moment I had walked into class and I loved it. I kept glancing up at him shyly to discover him gazing at me.

Inside my head, I could feel his hands on me. Touching me, moving over me, and caressing me as they had done before. That possessive sense of belonging to someone was the most erotically charged thing ever. I wanted so much to just go to him and sit by his side. To be beside to him, to hold hands and to talk about sweet nothings. Is this what love is all about?

Mid-afternoon break arrived and I turned to Sally. "I need to talk to him," I whispered in her ear.

She nodded and raised her eyebrows. "See you in thirty," she smiled.

I grabbed my bag, got to my feet, and moved out of the row to stand to wait for my lover as he gathered his things. He came down to stand in front of me with a lovely smile of familiarity on his face. We didn't speak, but I slipped his hand in mine and we made our way downstairs and out into the afternoon sunshine.

*

We sat together on the playing field at the rear of the college. The day was bright and sunny, with other groups of students doing the same, just sitting on the grass as a light breeze wafted in from the sea.

I felt dreamily content as I lifted my face to the sun, enjoying its warmth on my skin. Life was perfect as I closed my eyes, knowing he was there next to me.

"They're watching us," I smiled. "How does it feel?"
 
He ran his hand through his hair self-consciously. "I think they're wondering what the hell you're doing with someone like me," he laughed.

I opened my eyes to look at him. He just shrugged in that way of his and made a face at me as if it was no big deal. But I could sense it was something that bothered him a little. Why would someone who looked like me be doing with someone who looked like him? He wasn't the typical stereotype that they probably expected, like a Joe Sixpack, or the most popular guy in class.

Almost like he wasn't good enough to be with me.

I knelt up and brushed down my skirt and eased closer to him. Even after everything we had done together, he still found it difficult to look me straight in the eye. I leaned over to him and rested my chin on his shoulder as I noticed the odd deliberate glance come our way. I had never considered how something I had lived with all my life and taken for granted would affect someone else.

"Hey you, listen to me," I breathed to him, "You're where you are because that's where I want you to be. Not to brag or get stuck up about such things, but I know I could have my pick of anyone sitting around us right now. Anyone in this whole place come to think of it. But I'm not like that. I don't take advantage of the things I've been blessed with. I can't do anything about that." I wrapped my arm around him and hugged him to me.

He leaned his head against mine. "Thanks," he smiled. "I guess people will always talk about you no matter what because of the way you look. Even the teachers in the staff room were doing it."

I sat back on my haunches. "Really?"

He nodded, "I had some things to sort out with Miss Elsender in the staff room. There were three or four others there having a break when I knocked and walked in. I just caught the tail end of what they were discussing, but your name came up."

Now there was a thing. I looked across to the main building and noticed half a dozen or so boys sat side-by-side on a low wall playing with their mobiles. It was then I noticed some were sneakily holding them up and taking photos in our general direction.

I frowned at the attention. Even complete strangers walking into college were giving me the eye with, "Hey, look at you!" smiles. Oh, good grief.

I turned back to Rick, who was slipping on his coat to return to class. "Come here," I said to him softly.

He gave me a look. He knelt across until we were facing each other on the grass as he started to blush. I grabbed him by the lapels and reached for his open mouth with my own. Let them look. I kissed him for a long moment and when I let his lips go he looked pleasingly gobsmacked.

Now was as good a time as any to have that talk with him. About those things my mom suggested.

This was going to be one helluva conversation.

*

Tomorrow came. Mom left for the day. The doorbell rang.

He was sat on the end of my bed naked as I knelt at his back with my arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace. We steamed gently as the haze of our first post-fuck faded away. My breasts were pressed against him and I hummed happily to myself as I swayed from side to side, rubbing my well-sucked nipples against his warm skin.

"Who's that?" he asked.

I was kissing his shoulder. "Oh, that's just Buster," I said, teasing as I slipped my hands around him and ran them over his hairy chest. He was good enough to eat raw.

Rick stared at my teddy. "He's watching me."

I slipped my hands further down onto his thighs. "Hmmm, he does that. He's keeping an eye on you. Making sure you don't do anything bad to me."

"Considering what we've just done, he isn't doing a very good job," he laughed.

I propped my chin on his shoulder and looked at my toy bear that I'd had for more years than I could remember. "Actually, he is," I replied, "He doesn't think those things we did together are bad. There are some things we could do together that are much more naughty."

"And what things would those be?"

I could feel my heart beginning to turn over nicely. That special feeling was washing over me again like it had done in the motel. "Wouldn't you like to know," I whispered, as I hugged him tighter to me and nibbled his ear.

He didn't say anything and I felt myself burning brighter. I lifted my hair and draped it all over us as I kissed and licked the side of his face. Wow. I felt like I was going to burst and I was grinding and squirming my backside on the bed in a wanton dance. 

Then he said what was in my head.

"Have you been a bad girl, Jen?"

*

He was still sat on my bed. Only now I was standing naked in front of him with Buster in front of me as protection. I held him to my face and looked at my boyfriend through a pair of furry ears. I had suddenly got really shy and clammed up. Should I tell him about all the bad things I was thinking?

That would change everything if I did. Which was what I wanted to happen, after all.

He was staring at me and I think he understood that I was trying to change the nature of our relationship. That I wanted to admit something to him, but I was hesitating because I knew it would move our situation beyond what it currently was if I did.

"Is it about what happened in the motel?" he asked.

I stared at him nervously and nodded behind my teddy. "Uh huh."

"In the bathroom?" 

"Uh huh."

We looked at each for a long time. My mind and heart were racing as I waited for him to speak. He had to be the one to say it. That was the light that needed to be turned on. That would push me over the edge.

"Do you want me to spank you, Jen?"

Oh my, that was all I needed him to say. The magic words.

I was now complete.

*

He looked as nervous as me. God alone knows what must be going through his head as he gently pulled me to him so that I stood at his feet still clutching Buster Bear to my chest.

He was slowly running his fingers up the back of my thighs and down again. Oh, he needed to stop that. That was too much. I had to bite my lip to stop squeaking like a church mouse every time he reached my ass, where he lingered for a moment. My bottom quivered and twitched like a nervous jelly on a plate in anticipation of our next adventure. I was naked except for a pair of white knee-length socks, and I gently rocked back and forth in his grip.

He took his hands away and rested them behind him so he could lean back on the bed and look up at me with those blue-green eyes of his. I wondered what he was thinking now. Maybe he was considering how his girlfriend wasn't the princess he thought she was. Maybe he was thinking he'd hit the jackpot or won the lottery. That I was suddenly more sexually liberated than he had imagined. That his girl was into spanking and wanting to be spanked on her bare ass.

I suddenly felt I needed to say something to him.

"I want you to spank me because I need you to spank me," I said quietly. "It's important to me. I can't really explain why it means everything to me right now."

He took my right hand in his. "I would do anything for you, Jennifer Hanson. Anything," he promised. "Whatever you want me to do to you, I'll do it. I  promise."

I nodded and let him turn me to the side.

"Here, lie down over my hips and rest your arm's on the bed next to me." he said, taking my hand.

I slipped easily into position with my ass sat spread before him and I shivered in submissive delight as I felt him rest his right hand on both cheeks. I lay flat on the bed with my head resting on folded arms.

Oh, this felt completely right and natural. I knew I had a pretty spectacular backside, and it thrilled me to the core that he was going to deal with it in this way. I felt my breath quicken and my heart beginning to jump around with excitement. I guessed it would hurt. Pain was part of the thrill, right?

How hard would he spank me?

I turned my head to look at him. He was staring at my quivering ass and I saw him flexing his fingers. My belly did a flop and everything got suddenly more dramatic and intense. I needed him to spank me hard enough to reach that place I needed to be reached.

He played with my ass and grinned at me as he pushed, pulled and kneaded each cheek this way and that. He held me completely open to his gaze and my heart skipped a beat as he bent his head and blew softly over the tender flesh that was my anus. Our eyes met and a moment passed between us as I nodded silently. He let go of me and raised the palm of his right hand with my wide eyes following its upward arc.

"How many?" he asked.

I had no idea. As many as I could take? 

"Until I tell you to stop."

His hand fell and I gasped out loud even before the blow landed. "Ohhhh!" I yelped as the crack of hand against ass echoed around my bedroom.

Oh! Okay, now that, that, was fucking amazing as the sting flooded through my body! Holy shit. I clasped my hands together and gave my head a shake to release the tension. That was awesome. Oh, my God. I loved that! I felt my ass flatten and ripple back into shape with the most fantastic stinging sensation left behind.

"Alright?" he asked with his hand hovering menacingly over me.

"God yes!" I gasped. "Do that again!"

He did. And again. Then again more. And he continued on spanking me for a long time. Minutes ticked away as I groaned and yelped with each spank making me twist and turn in his grasp as I bounced on the bed.

I had begun to cry, and he stopped at the sight of my tears.

"No, no!" I pleaded, "Don't stop. I'll tell you when!"

And continue he did.

My backside felt on fire. But it wasn't a fire of pain. It was a sweet pain. The kind of pain that swept you along in its wake. My whole sex felt that fire and as for those orgasms. Wow. No words.

He smacked me hard. Proper spanks. Full across both red ass cheeks, making me cry out and as the pain rose and fell, it hit me.

The climax obliterated everything around me in a bright white light that had me gasping and groaning out loud as he tried to hold me in place.

He saw my reaction and stopped. He understood what was happening to me was much more than normal. Much more intense as I was consumed by the reaction to my spanking.

He quickly picked me up and laid me on the bed in front of him. He watched as I writhed and groaned as each muscle in and around my sex cried out in delight. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut and I had my arms up with both clenched fists pressed firmly against my breasts as I rolled around in a daze.

At its peak, I cried out louder and bent myself out of shape into a tight bow before, with a huge grunt, I collapsed into a gasping, deliriously happy heap.

Somewhere in the bright light of my climax, I felt him brushing my hair away from my face.

"Holy fuck!" I heard a voice say.

*

I stood in the shower with the water cascading over me as I waited for him to come back from the kitchen. 

I ached all over. Every move was sweet agony and my well-thrashed backside throbbed and tingled in the most amazing way possible.

So now I understood what my body was trying to say to me. I knew now who I truly was, and I sighed with an inner peace that I hadn't really felt before. I closed my eyes and lifted my flushed face to the waterfall as the shower door opened to reveal him standing there, staring at my nakedness.

"Hey you," he grinned as I looked into his eyes, "You okay?"

I nodded as he took my face in his hands and kissed me on my forehead.

"That was amazing!" he whispered.

Amazing didn't come close to describing what I experienced.

He was still naked and his cock hung low and at full stretch. My desire for it had never left me from the moment he had knocked on my door all those hours ago.

What time was it? I shook my head. It didn't matter. There was time enough for one more go. I leaned back against the back wall of the shower and held out my hand.

He stepped inside and closed the door on our own little cocoon. He then came to me with his thighs forcing mine apart as he lifted me off the floor with his hands so I could wrap my legs around his waist and draw him into me.

I grabbed his wet penis and guided it home as he slid up me in one smooth stroke. We fucked as lovers do under the waterfall, until time played its hand as we came together as one, and he fired his spunk deep inside me.

*

End of part 4.

More to come. Hope it's an entertaining - if long - read as it's fun to write a "sexual discovery" story. 

 

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