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It Was Her Lesson, But I Learned

It was in my sister's kitchen, aside our nephew’s first birthday gifts, in front of the orchids her brother bought the prior week, that I first felt her electricity.

She's my sister's sister-in-law. I have a close family so for me it felt like crossing a line. But, it is a line that I would cross dozen times again. It's a line that I am still crossing to this day. We were both spending time at my sister’s house on reprieve from our complicated and stressful personal lives. Aida was 22 and struggling with post-college life. Her father was away in Jacksonville and she missed her brother and nephew so decided to spend time at the house. A way of leaning back in. I was 25 and had just ended a destructive two year relationship.

We had flirted at moments before, but I mostly ignored her. She was younger, less experienced and mentally a bunch of lessons behind. It felt wrong. It felt like a line.

Then I crossed that line.

Hyper-sexual was barely a way of describing us as individuals. Aida was lust. She personified it. Every curve on her body was soft and supple. But, she cut sharp. That energy is palpable. You can’t ignore it. Her sexuality threatened most, because it seemed too effortless, too innate. In a culture consumed with conforming she stood tall basking in her beauty; completely unafraid of it.

Even when she told me that she had 11 piercings. No change in tone, unafraid. Whispered like a secret she couldn't keep to herself any more. We were on our way downtown one night, devoted to escaping my sister’s place for an evening. On the metro headed downtown, "11," she said, "I have 11 piercings."

I asked her where. She raised her left ear, "Four." She turned her head left, "Three more here." She lifted her soft white tee shirt and dangled the jewelry on her belly button piercing, "Number eight." She paused, but didn't break her gaze.

I was so hard. Full, as if I had been edging for days. But, I hadn't. I just wanted to know. So I asked, "And the other three?"

She giggled. "Lock, I can't." After a few moments of unbroken eye contact she grabbed my right hand and rubbed it over her left areola leading me to her nipple, "Nine."

I opened my hand and grasped her full breast, leaned in and kissed her. She was lust. But, I was in love.

I took her to drinks at a tequila bar near my place. They have mezcal that will change your life. The kind of place you could explore through taste for hours. We ordered two drinks and sat. She told me how much regret she felt for no longer being in love with her ex. Her phone rang. She looked down at the caller ID and rolled her eyes. She lifted up her phone and showed me her ex calling. She sent him to voicemail. I got up an got us another round. I turned around to bring our drinks back to the table. But, she wasn't there. I looked left, then right to see that she was seated on the adjacent sofa. She smiled knowingly. The potential disappointment of her leaving was clearly palpable. She had me. I didn't care. I handed her a new drink and sat down to her right.

She adjusted her body to face me and leaned in and as she sipped her drink she said, "You make me nervous." She smiled.

I looked back and asked her why that was. I asked her if she thought I “had her number.”

She took my hand and placed it under her right nipple. I felt her wing shaped nipple piercing on her right breast. "Almost..." and as she giggled she said, "One more to go."

We eventually got back to my place. We agreed to sleep in the same bed for comfort. I gave her a tee-shirt from summer league a few years back. Something that was long so she felt comfortable. The shirt was sleeveless. I thought she would feel comfortable as long as she had bottoms and a bra underneath. She decided to wear neither.

We laid down together. It took us a minute to settle and be comfortable. We were balancing a palpable sexual tension with an unwillingness to officially cross a line because of the complications of our familial relationship. Eventually we got settled, we moved from our backs to our sides and I rested my arm over the front of her body and around her back. Some time passed. I’m unsure how much exactly. In-between consciousness and REM sleep we started grinding against one another. Her cheeks were naturally spread by the weight of my dick. But, she escalated beyond that and had slowly and deliberately spread the lips of her pussy wider. In and out of consciousness, for a moment I felt the weight of my package engulfed by the open, damp, warm lips of her pussy. She had me. And I slowly awoke.

I didn’t have a condom on, but I didn’t care. We started to attach. As I opened her wider I felt every pulse. She was different. She was more than just new. We shared an instant rhythm and not a beat moved out of place.

Her first climax happened before we changed positions. Her left breast in my left hand; my right hand grasping her throat; I remember watching the veins on the base of my dick throb moving the lips of her pussy fluttering out and then back with every contraction as she came. The inches that hadn’t yet entered her were now drenched in the cream of her pussy.

She looked back at me almost offended. But, beyond that stubborn gaze was a glare that I hadn’t seen before.

She moved to my crotch, but I stopped her. It was too swift. It felt like she was going there because she felt like she was supposed to. I only wanted her there if she felt like she had to. I didn’t want her to move there unless she felt an unquenched desire to taste herself on me. I lifted her chin and we made out. I got lost in the smell of her. My nose nuzzled in the back of her neck I felt a drip on my thigh. She moved down swiftly and deliberately with a thirst that left no doubt as to her motivation. She licked every drop of herself off of me. Before swallowing, she glazed back onto as much of me as she could fit in her throat.

She moved back against the bed post, dipped her hips and spread her legs open wide. I scooped her body and slowly entered her until she squeezed my hands to stop. I slowly thrusted in and out; subtly extending the depth until I felt my balls wet and dripping with the cream from her pussy. She was squirting, but it was more like lava than a streak of water. I escalated my strokes until I was fully inside of her. I lifted her body so her ass was resting on my pelvis and I thrusted slower until she became acquainted with the depth and then faster. She began to pant. I unloaded inside of her.

She said she had the best sex of her life that night. I didn't tell her that I fell in love that night.





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