Jade Unicorn Ch. 01

What better place to start than with our main character, Jade, losing her virginity to Elroy, a (slightly) older student with much greater experience? Each of these chapters are stand alone, written purely as stroke stories. Should they give you as much enjoyment as they gave me writing them, please leave me a comment and rate them accordingly. - ek

"Shhh…shhh…" I gently pressed my hands against the top of her thighs.

She looked past them, her teeth tugging at her lower lip.

"Lift up for me a little so I can get these down."

Her eyes darted to my face, a mixture of need and shyness.

"It's okay…right? You want me to. You want to."

She closed her eyes, lifting herself up to let me peel her underwear slowly down, revealing the top of her pubic triangle.

I paused, watching her face. She opened her eyes, confused that I had stopped.

I smiled gently before continuing to reveal the strands of dark hair that barely covered her skin.

Slowly, ever so slowly I pulled them down, past the flare of her hips, the waistband dragging across her mound, the hair thickening but never dense enough to fully obscure her skin.

"Oh god," she whispered.

I nodded, and paused again, the underwear a thin line just across the juncture of her lips. "I can smell how turned on you are."

She closed her eyes and turned away, a blush blossoming on her cheeks.

"No…shhh…" I gently touched her chin to turn her back. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. Your arousal is a complement. You deserve to be aroused. Watch me. I'm watching you."

She shifted her arms, her shoulders, adjusting her head on the pillow, getting more comfortable so she could see me, her teeth still worrying her bottom lip.

I slipped my fingers between the fabric and her outer thighs, her skin, that wonderfully caramel colored skin, warm and soft, continuing to strip her, sliding the material across her legs, her knees and down to her toes, leaving it dangling off one foot.

She had pressed her legs together, at first to help, but then because that's what she had been taught. Good girls don't open their legs. But she wasn't being good right now.

I returned my hands to the tops of her thighs, my palms lightly pressing out, until she relaxed and let me spread her legs. Her lips were full, darker than her mound, revealing a thin line of moisture glistening in the dim light.

"I've never done this…" she whispered, looking at me studying her.

I looked up from her sex and raised an eyebrow. "Done…what, exactly?" So many ways I could have gone: been fucked by a near stranger you've only met a few days ago? Been stripped in your own bedroom by a boyfriend? Had a man study your dripping cunt? But I behaved myself, counting five heartbeats.

She raised her arms and waved them at her waist. "This," she said, a catch in her voice.

"I assume you're a virgin," I asked, perhaps more clinically than I intended. I watched her face nod slightly as I gently pushed against the inside of her knees, bringing her feet onto the covers, spreading her vulva wide open. She couldn't hide now. She was bare; exposed, maybe more than she'd been with her doctors. I reached for her wrist and had her hold the back of her thigh, repeating the invitation with her other hand. She spread herself open, waiting, watching as I studied her.

"Do you want me to remove your top?" I had intentionally left it on, knowing she'd feel more exposed half-covered. Now, asking gave her a sense of control, but in asking, she had to consider her answer, and no matter what she chose, she had to contend with the degree, and quality, of her exposure.

Her vulva crinkled a little, the line of moisture thickening before flattening back against her inner labia.

"No…? Yes…?" She pulled her legs closer to her ribs, as if to hug herself, realizing she was only opening wider for me.

I laughed, not unkindly I hoped, questioning her with my eyes.

"Yes. Please."

"You're so polite," I complemented her, reaching for the top button of her shirt. "Let me tell you what you look like. You've never seen yourself like this have you?"

She licked her lips and shook her head, glancing between my face and down to between her legs.

I undid the next button. "Your clit is pushing against its hood. It's a lightish pink at the top, and a deeper tone near its base." I stopped with her shirt and turned my attention to her other button. She gasped when I pulled her hood aside to get a better look. "Yes, it's definitely darker at the bottom. Your outer lips are quite swollen, also deep red, but reversed: they are dark at their edges and brighter where they join your skin at their base."

She gasped again, her pelvis rotating slightly as I gently squeezed her right outer labia, and let it go, two or three times. It was warm, and slightly rough to my touch. I really wanted to take it between my teeth and gently bite it, but I held off. I squeezed the other one and watched her pull up again in response.

"Your inner labia are much darker, but thinner and crinkly, and the entrance to your vagina is bright pink, almost white, with quite a bit of liquid oozing out. Here, I'll show you."

I reached for my phone.

"Oh, god, no, please, you're not…" she moaned as she watched me bring up the camera, but she didn't let go.

"Here," I turned the screen to her. "You're absolutely beautiful down there. This is what arousal looks like…and smells like," I dipped my head closer and inhaled deeply.

She exhaled heavily, her eyes studying herself.

I set down the phone and returned to undressing her.

"In a moment, you'll be completely naked, and I'll begin to play with you. If we're lucky, you'll have an orgasm, and then you'll be nice and return the favor. Will this be the first time you've had someone else get you off?"

She watched my hands as they peeled her shirt away from her belly and ribs, exposing her bra. She nodded again, and again started chewing on her lower lip. "I mean," she croaked. She cleared her throat. "I mean I don't know if I've ever gotten off, with anyone…or alone," she finished in a whisper.

"But you've had boyfriends, right?" I smiled seeing the bra had a front clasp. Why? Did she always go out dressed like this, are they just more convenient, or did she do it specially for tonight? I undid her bra and pulled the cups away from her breasts, letting them spill out.

"Yeah," she said inhaling at the air hitting her nipples, her eyes looking to see any judgement.

"Your breasts are beautiful, Jade, like the rest of you. And? Did you give them head or just hand jobs?" I pressed my hands lightly against her nipples, rubbing her breasts, feeling her areolas crinkle.

"I've only given a BJ once, and I'm not sure I did a good job." She jerked a little when I played with her nipples.

"Does that feel good when I do that?"

She nodded and closed her eyes.

"And how about this?" I slid my finger across her clit and into her.

"OH! Fuck! Oh god, yes!"

*-*-*-*

I noticed her almost the first time I got into the cafeteria line. She was moving fast, doing all the things to keep a busy lunch rush on track, but I couldn't get a good sense of her until the next time, when she was working the line. Then she was standing still, and I knew immediately I needed to get to know her.

It wasn't hard; when I asked if she wanted to grab a coffee, she barely hesitated, her eyes widening slightly, her gaze traveling down and up.

And the second "date," for a beer, when she admitted she wasn't in a "serious" relationship, until a dinner date, still informal, when I probed a little further, and she loosened up over a bottle of wine.

"Would you like to continue this at your place or mine?" I paid the check, watching the gears turn. It would be safer at my place, I could hear her thinking, but where are my roommates tonight? And, how far will we go?

She stared at me and said, "mine, but don't judge me."

*-*-*-*

And now, stripped bare, holding herself open to me, revealing her inexperience, her need, her vulnerability; she wanted it so badly and she had struggled to come to terms with it. At least that's what I'd learned as we talked on the way over to her studio apartment (okay, no roommates). Not that she'd come right out and said it, at first; she talked around the subject: her siblings, her parents, the town she'd lived her entire life in before coming to university. Sheltered, but not repressed. Inexperienced, but not ignorant.

But then she talked about her studies, how she was in her last semester of a five-year run, and she had decided to learn more about "generational differences in sexuality." She being one generation, and others, like me I guess, a different generation. But I wasn't all that much older than her, so that was funny to me. It was a diary study, she called it, with her "1st person perspective providing a critical lens."

Definitely smart. A double-major in Art History and Social Anthropology or something or other, pursuing a Masters or two Masters. Whatever. It sounded like a lot. The cafeteria job part of a work-study…so, paying her way. Folks were supportive but she would be the first to graduate with a degree. Or two. Or three. I couldn't quite figure it out. How can someone be so smart, and so inexperienced? I had to keep reminding myself she was a newbie, and that meant 'hills and valleys' as my ex used to say. Super smart in some ways, super-naïve in others.

"Would you be more comfortable letting your feet down?" My middle finger was buried deep into her, rubbing against the underside of her clit. Her eyes were closed, her arms wrapped around the back of her knees, her channel grabbing me, the quiet squelching in competition with her mewling.

Her eyes snapped open as my thumb lightly stroked the ridges around her anus.

"No…ugnnh…oh fuck.. oh fuck…I mean…yesss."

She let go of her legs, her feet dropping off the end the bed, trapping my finger against her vaginal wall. She moaned, spreading her legs as wide as she could, her pelvis pushing against me.

I could see she was struggling with her hands. She had them against her mound, and then her stomach, and then her sides.

"Here," I suggested, "put them under your cheeks. You'll be more comfortable that way." Comfortable. By giving me more control; by relinquishing more choice. By allowing me to bring you to a climax.

She'd opened up over that bottle of wine, dropping hints as we'd chatted: her relationships had been unsatisfying, the boys she'd been with were just that—boys. And she felt a clock ticking; she had no intention of getting married, but she felt 'a primal urge to experience raw sex.' Hmmm. And to document it. I was skeptical; it sounded like she'd avoided all the opportunities of college, realizing before it was almost too late that she hadn't gotten laid enough. But if she had chosen me to catch her up, I'd do my best!

"I'm going to kiss you," I telegraphed, "and then we're going to bring you to a royal climax." I stared into her eyes until our lips met, her eyes closing as I pressed against her, my tongue pushing into hers, my fingertip pushing against her.

She moaned into me, pressing her breasts against my sweater. I kept her there, lingering in the kiss, my finger exploring the spot that gave her the most sensation. When I found it, I held firm, applying more pressure, feeling her pelvis pushing against me, small noises coming from her throat.

I pulled from the kiss, keeping her pithed on my fingertip, staring at her face until she opened her eyes, questioning me through a growing fog, out of focus, but begging for more.

"No, no, no, ohhh, fuck, fuck fuck, Oh!"

I slid my finger out, slowly, ever so slowly, feeling her vagina gripping me, her thighs trying to stop me. I slipped it back in, my thumb playing with her hair. She moaned and pushed against me. Out again, her eyes pleading with me. And then in, more squelching sounds. And again. And again.

"Oh please, no no no, please keep doing that, no no no!"

"Shhh…shh…it's okay…here, take my finger."

I brought it to her lips, shiny and wet. She shook her head, her face screwing up, her eyes crossing.

"You've never tasted yourself?"

She shook her head again.

"You don't want to try?" I rested the tip against her lips and felt her relax for a heartbeat, all the sign I needed. Sliding it between them, I coated her lips until she opened her mouth and let me wipe her tongue, rolling one side and then the other. She couldn't stop herself from sucking on it, looking at me, wondering how she could be doing it, even as her arousal, and her need to gain experience, pushed her to suck harder.

"And now my turn."

I kept her sucking on my finger as I dipped between her legs. She moaned when I planted light kisses against one inner thigh, across her mound, and down the other, avoiding her clit and her inner vulva.

"Has anyone gone down on you before?"

She shook her head, dragging my finger with her movements.

"Mmm," I mumbled appreciatively, "their loss for sure. You look, and smell, good enough to eat."

She arched her back as my tongue licked from the back of her slit up to her clit, stopping shy of it, and then down again. Back and forth, lapping her juices, her mouth expressing her need by sucking harder on my finger with every cycle.

Taking first one labia between my teeth and then the other, I gently pulled, stretching her open, then letting go.

She opened her mouth involuntarily, letting go of my finger when I enveloped her labia with my lips, sucking gently and probing her entrance with my tongue.

"Hnnh, goddd, hnnhh, no, oohhh, ffcckk hnhh," she'd become incomprehensible, responding to my different explorations with short puffs of breath and little yelps. It was my typical approach: explore and experiment to see what made my partner tick. Something worked and she stiffened.

"Oh my fucking godddd!" She pushed against me and held there grinding as I repeated the motion over and over. "Fuck! FUCK! Yes yesyesyesyes hnhnhn gghgn fccck!"

Her words deteriorated into babbling, her hands slid out from under her to push against the back of my head, pinning me against her opening.

I stopped, relaxing away, her hands struggling to make me start again. I pulled back and kissed her thighs again, bringing my hands down to press against her legs, spreading her further.

I looked at her face as I slowly slipped first one, and then a second finger into her vagina; she was slack-jawed, her eyes staring back through me, a hundred feet behind my head.

And I moved my mouth back down, sucking her lips back in, my fingers finding that same spot that same response. She stiffened and held my head again, but now my fingers moved against that spot, slowly and with more pressure than my tongue could do.

"OH GOD!!! What's happening to me??!!!"

I kept it up, feeling her juices slide through my fingers, her vagina crimping, her back tensing, and she let out a long keening moan, her hands falling from my head.

"You're cumming, Jade. That's what's happening."

But I knew she wasn't done. I gave her a few heartbeats to dwell in the endorphins flooding her brain, the glow moving through her, and then lowered my lips to her clit, hot, erect and sensitive.

"OHFUCK!!! Nonononoohhohhohhgoodddd ohgodohgodnono stop oh fuck godstopnonononyes Yes YES!!! FUCK YESSSSS!!!!

Everything happened all at once: she stiffened even tauter, her buttocks almost lifting from the bed, her fingers clawed into my hair, and she let down a flood of juices. I kept lightly suctioning her stiff nubbin, my tongue barely grazing its tip, and she exploded, her thighs clamping around my head, her abs cramping, her vagina clamping my fingers until she pushed my head away.

"Holyfuckandallthatissacred!" She nearly shouted, her body a loose rag, her breath ragged exhales, as if she'd been running, unintelligible sounds forced in hoarse whispers.

Grinning, I sat back on the floor and stared between her legs, her pussy a hot mess: drooling and red, her lips splayed open, her clit, shrunken now, a tiny bump beneath its sheath. I watched her breathing, the tops of her nipples rising and falling behind her matted black pubic hair.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she groaned to the ceiling. "Is that what everyone is talking about?"

I waited, watching her vagina drool, her skin returning to its caramel brown, her breathing shifted to a light snore. I stood up and slipped my clothes off, my cock thick at half mast, and then I quietly curled onto the bed, lying half on her, my fingers playing with her nipples, rousing her from her stupor. I rubbed my thigh against her cleft, wet and juicy.

"Good?" I brought my mouth to hers, not giving her the option, smearing her lips with her cum, my tongue diving in between them. I pulled out and stared at her. "Do me a favor, yeah?"

She raised her eyebrows.

"Clean my mouth with yours, like you are a kitten washing me."

She hesitated, but only for an eye blink, reaching her hands to bring my face closer, laving my chin, and lips, and cheeks, sucking my nose into her mouth. She wrapped one leg around my waist, her wetness painting my thigh.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I've never had a guy do that…" she giggled. "I've never done anything like that."

I nodded, rubbing her body, letting fingernails dance against her breasts, her belly and across her mound.

"Raw sex…at your cervix…anytime." I smiled.

*-*-*-*

The first thing that I noticed about her was her eyes—they were intelligent and good humored. The second thing I noticed was her skin—a golden brown I'd never seen before, smooth and…lustrous. I knew I needed to kiss it and stroke it.

And only then did I notice her face and figure. I almost didn't care what she looked like (but she was cute), or her figure (well proportioned, with nice breasts and a tight behind). Pixie, popped up—her hair, dark brown, cut to frame her face.

"When was the last time someone told you you were cute?"

I knew she was ready, without my flirting. It wasn't just the wine; she'd been sending me signals since our second date, and her revelation a moment ago—her need for first hand experience. I was just starting a little foreplay.

She giggled, embarrassed. "Stop it."

"That's not an answer. When?"

She lowered her head and looked at me through her eyebrows. "About a year ago…" she practically whispered it.

"Well, either you're not interested, or you're dating the wrong guys, cuz you are more than cute. You're flaming hot."

Her face reddened and she waved me away, her eyes squinting her skepticism.

*-*-*-*

"Thank you," I reciprocated. "I mean it when I said 'anytime.' I would eat you anytime." I continued to play with her skin, feeling its silkiness. "And now it's your turn."

She watched as I rolled off the bed and stood up, her eyes staring at my cock, not quite at full mast, before glancing at my face. "What do you want me…do you want to f…I'm not sure I'm ready…?"

I laughed again, my hands inviting her to sit up. "Not tonight, Jade, no." I brought her cheek against the top of my thigh, her eyes level with my growing erection. "You can use your hands. And if you want to try, your mouth." I stroked her cheek, my fingers playing with her ear and hair. "Later, or whenever you're ready, when you want this cock between your legs, we'll make that happen."

She reached her hand up to grab my shaft, slowly stroking it, watching as it thickened and grew. I let her play, seeing her study me.

"You've never really done this, have you..?"

She licked her lips, flicking her eyes up and then back, shaking her head. "No…not really. I mean, I've seen…" she made a motion with her head, her hand never leaving my shaft, "but it was mostly in the dark…stupid high school stuff…" She licked her lips again and turned her head to look up at me. "What I've read…in school…and a little porn," she barely whispered. "Is this all right?" Am I…does it feel good?" She wanted to take it all in, to feel every moment, record it, absorb it, intellectually, but the sheer sensuality was overwhelming her. As it should. There's a time for study, and a time to dive in.

I adjusted her grip, helping her feel the sweet spot between too tight and not tight enough.

"Oh my god. That's perfect, Jade. Just like that…now move from the top down to the base. Yes. Yes! Fuck. Just like that. And now…Use your other hand to play with my balls; gently though!"

She looked up at me, seeing the pleasure she was giving, before looking back, her left hand gingerly cupping my sac, letting my nuts move against her palm.

"You know, when I cum, it's going to make a mess, right?" She nodded, watching my cock thicken, her thumb tracing the veins up and down. "When I cum, I want you to point it all over your breasts and stomach. Okay?"

She nodded, uncertain. "Why?" She wasn't pushing back, just curious, "Is that a thing people do? I…didn't know that was something …" she paused again, her hand slowly stroking me, her other gently moving my balls. "Or are you marking me? Like making me your territory?"

Smart. I could feel my attraction growing, and my sperm gathering. "Hah!" I ran my hands on her cheeks. "There is no one 'thing' Jade. And let's just pretend it's because I want to mark you. How does that make you feel?"

She licked her lips and shivered a little but kept her rhythm.

"Like a…I don't know…but it feels…so wrong…I …want you to do it. To mark me."

It didn't take much longer. I let her know I was close, and she turned me to spray my crème all over her. She laughed as it hit her, hot and slimy, watching it dribble down her body.

She wiped the final drops from my hole, rubbing them between her fingers.

"Do you want to taste it? Now is your chance." I watched as she considered it, staring at my shrinking member, another drop forming at its eye.

She leaned down and delicately swept her tongue across my glans. I jerked involuntarily.

She made a face, moving her tongue, concentrating on the flavor. "Oh! I'm sorry! Did that hurt?"

I smiled, stroking her cheek, assuring her it was natural, just as her clit was overly sensitive after she came. "What did you think? Didn't you taste it before when you gave your boyfriend a blow job?"

She looked away momentarily. "He wasn't my boyfriend…it was…complicated, and no, I didn't. I didn't want to. At all."

Hmm. A story for another night. "And now?"

"It wasn't awful. But so slimy…like me, I suppose."

"I just need to ask you, Jade, and of course you can refuse, but it would please me very much if you didn't wash that off. Would you be willing to wear me until it rubs off naturally?"

She looked down at the mess on her breasts, the globs that were stuck there, the semen that had already liquified and started to run into her matted hair leading to her sex.

"Okayyyy," she looked back at me, her expression unreadable. "Is that to remind me I'm yours, to let other men know I'm taken?"

I laughed again. "Is that what you want? To be marked by my sperm? To ward off the boy's sniffing you?"

She giggled, watching the thinning streams in her pubic hair. "That sounds so awful! But I…it feels so nasty…is it why though?"

I shook my head. "Because I want you to have something of mine to remember, to give you something more of me than a memory of the pleasure you experienced." I paused. "Yes?"

She nodded, turning back to study the curds of cum stuck to her body. "Do you…will you stay the night?"

*-*-*-*

I hadn't been with a first-timer for a few years. Not by choice or preference; simply by happenstance and lack of opportunity. I enjoyed having sex with women, and as long as the chemistry was there, no matter their experience, I was happy.

In this case, I found myself taking classes at the university—a change in circumstances, a need to improve my skills in a new career—so it was bound to happen.

But there is a risk with a newbie: an attachment, a mistaking of lust for love, a risk of misunderstanding, disappointment, and harm. I had plenty of friends who swore off virgins or anyone younger than thirty (although age wasn't a guarantee or even a good predictor). Only Harold Hill's Marian for them.

But I had been down this path before and in those first few moments, when I first saw Jade behind the counter, I calculated the odds, did the math, and despite the risks, chose her.

I was going to bed her. Multiple times if I could manage it, and if the reality of her matched my expectations, for as long as I could make it last.

But I wasn't going to hurt her.

*-*-*-*

I ran my hand down her hair, her cheek, her chin, pressing her face against my thigh. "I can stay a little while, but not overnight. I have an early class tomorrow." I tilted her head up so I could look her in the eye. "And I'm not sure it would be a good idea…"

She looked disappointed.

"…even if I could afford to stay up all night, I'm pretty sure I couldn't keep my hands (and mouth) to myself, or my cock."

She looked at it, drooping next to her, pulsing slightly. "But I think I…I would…" she looked back at my face, trying to see if I was fucking with her. "I really, really liked that. I want to do that again."

"Me too! I want you to relish what we just did. Let's take it slowly…immerse ourselves in it, linger with it."

She hesitated. "When?" Her hand ran down my thigh and up again, cupping my sac again, her palm warm and dry. She leaned in and licked the drop that was oozing from my hole, gently, squeezing my shaft to tease out another drop. "Salty," she mused, "and…yeasty?" She studied my penis with her fingers and eyes. "Does this feel good?"

I nodded, stroking her hair. "How about this weekend? Would that work for you?" I offered to help her stand, bringing her into a kiss, wrapping my arms around her in a deep embrace. She moaned into me, pressing her mound against my penis, her nipples hard against my chest. Smearing my cum on both of us.

"Thank you." I held her, staring into her eyes. "It was an amazing night for me."

She just shook her head, looking at our nakedness and giggled a little. "Me too. I…I never thought…thank you too, Elroy."

I collected my clothes, cleaned off the mess, and redressed, reminding her not to wash herself for at least a day, and that I'd see her at the cafeteria the next day.

She unlocked the door and kissed me again, running her hand down the front of my jeans before I slipped out. "Goodnight Jade. I had fun." I waved as I walked down the hall to the stairs. "I'll see you tomorrow."

*-*-*-*

I wasn't lying when I told her I had an early day. Running three businesses and trying to get my courses done gave me little time, but I knew Jade would need reassurance that I wasn't a one night stand.

Which I wasn't expecting to be. I was looking forward to fucking her every which way to Sunday; but I could sense she had a lot of work to do to meet me where I needed to be.

She saw me in line and blushed, her face rapidly shifting from relief, to excitement, to embarrassment and back. I sent her a smile. I was several people away and the line was moving slowly.

By the time I got to where she'd been she was gone. I didn't bother looking around; she was either doing her job or making an excuse to avoid me, or some completely other explanation for her disappearance. I grabbed my dishes and checked out, scanning for a table.

A few minutes after I sat down, she appeared next to me.

"Hello!" Excitement was back.

"Hey, Jade. Nice to see you so soon."

She looked around to see who was in earshot. "I haven't cleaned you off yet…it feels weird…and I smell a little…" She smiled crookedly, reaching down to wipe the table.

"Thank-you. That means a lot to me. Did you…erm…" I paused and looked around as she had, lowering my voice, "masturbate after I left, or this morning when you woke up."

She looked shocked, and embarrassed, and…something else…suspicious? wary? "Now, why would you ask me that? And why would I even tell you?!" It came out as a harsh whisper, but she was smiling slightly.

Flirting. "I'm asking because I'm curious to know if I'd left you satisfied for even a few hours, or if you are such a horny girl, two orgasms weren't enough until tomorrow..."

Her eyes grew wide, and she stopped wiping, looking around again, her face reddening.

"…and you would tell me to keep me hot and bothered, to remind me about how juicy you are, and how you imagined it was my finger, my tongue on your clit, sliding between your lips. That's why."

Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes crinkling from a smile, and she flicked the towel at me, before turning away.

"Nice to see you too, Jade. Looking forward to seeing a lot more of you tomorrow." That was loud enough for anyone nearby to overhear, but neither she nor I bothered to look to see who that might have been.

I texted her: Sheldon's, 6pm, tomorrow. My treat. Wear something you think is sexy.

*-*-*-*

I arrived a little early. I figured Jade was going to be a hot mess, and I wanted to be settled at the table when she arrived.

I saw her through the window as she approached the entrance: a simple black dress with some kind of necklace. And then she disappeared before she reappeared on her way to the table.

From where I was sitting, she looked sexy as hell: the dress accentuated her breasts and her ass; she looked at least five years older, and far more experienced than the naïve girl I'd had sex with a couple of nights before.

I stood when she arrived, embracing her, and pulling her into a kiss.

"You look fucking fantastic," I said after pulling away. "You certainly picked something sexy."

She blushed, taking her seat. "I wasn't sure what to wear; I've never been here before, but I looked it up and saw it was expensive…do I look okay, really?"

I nodded, raising my eyebrows, and then nodded to the room, so she could check it out for herself. It didn't matter. She wasn't experienced in any of this to feel confident about…well…almost anything, I figured.

I watched her carefully through the dinner: the way she navigated the menu (it wasn't that upscale a restaurant, she recognized most of the dishes, even if the ingredients weren't familiar), how she asked questions about a dish, her use of the correct fork, spoon and knife. That actually surprised me: she used the American Style switching the fork from left to right hands. I hadn't seen that since my grandmother. Or how she'd put her napkin in her lap almost as soon as we had been seated. How she never spoke with her mouth full. In fact, she was quiet for much of the meal.

I studied her as we ate, not so obtrusively that she felt under the microscope, watching the movement of her jaw, the cast of her eyes, how she dabbed her lips with her napkin. She was so young, so much younger than me, I began to wonder what I was doing with her, and just a tiny doubt about why she was sitting here with me.

Her face was almost square, rounded at the corners, her cheekbones adding dimension and depth. Her eyes drew me in: black, glinting, their darting movement a constant reminder of her intelligence. I avoided looking at them too long; she'd immediately stare back at me, and, at one point we held our gaze for so long I thought we'd never finish the meal.

Her nose was small, the upper slope coming to a tiny point in a smooth slightly curved line. Her eyebrows weren't pencil thin, filled out and dark brown to match her hair (above and below her waist).

"You've been quiet," I prompted, after the first course was taken away. "Everything okay?"

She smiled, taking a sip of wine, "It's a bit much," she waved her hand at the table, or the room, or maybe me, "not my typical Saturday night." She giggled a little and took another sip.

"Too much, as in moving too fast? Or…?"

She shifted slightly, but her posture remained steel rod straight. Was she so uncomfortable…was she uncomfortable at all, or is this how she eats?

"Um…maybe? I mean," she turned to look at me, apologetically, "Oh, shit! I'm sorry. I'm really excited to eat here... I've heard about it, but I couldn't afford this…ever!" She stopped for a heartbeat and looked even more sorry. "Damn, that came out all wrong. I'm not just here for the food…"

I laughed. "You are definitely not just here for the food, Jade." I said it with enough emphasis, and just a little spice to remind her what the evening held for the two of us.

She stared at me, her face blushing, turning back to the plate in front of her.

"You enjoyed yourself the other night, yes?"

She glanced over my shoulder, hesitating as the waiter brought our mains. "Yes," she finally responded, "it was…incredible…I've been thinking about it …I can't stop actually." Her eyes darting between my face and her hands, fidgeting with her fork. She quieted almost to a whisper, "you're…I mean…I'm not just…" Her face pled with me to answer whatever the question was. And then she closed her eyes and took a breath. "I suppose you could be feeling the same way…"

"I'm not sure what you're asking, Jade. I'm glad to hear you had a good time. I certainly did. But you're new to this, right? You mentioned boyfriends, but then you also said the one time you gave head was 'complicated.' Do you feel safe enough to say more about that? Is that part of what you're trying to ask?"

She fixated on her food, collecting her thoughts. "It was stupid…I was stupid. I'd gone out with some friends, not really a setup, and one of the boys took me back to his room afterwards. I thought I knew what I wanted, but it wasn't nice. Not at all." She looked back at me, her eyes wet. "Nothing like it was with you. That was…it was fucking amazing, and we didn't even fuck."

It took a lot of control to not choke on my wine. Her face had transformed, becoming transcendent, glowing, beautiful. I mentally undressed her, remembering her breasts, firm and full, the color of her skin, her nipples, darker rose with pink interiors.

I looked up to see her looking down at the top of her dress and then back to me. "What?" She asked, confused. "Is there something on my dress? Did I spill?" She was brushing across her nipples unselfconsciously, seriously concerned.

"No," I laughed. "I'm stripping you out of that lovely dress and remembering how delightful a body you have. How much I'm looking forward to seeing you naked again." Matter of factly, statement of what we would be doing. I turned to my food, ignoring the earlier question she hadn't been able to articulate. Frankly I wasn't sure what she was worried about. It could be any of, or all, of a dozen things.

She stopped eating, closing her eyes for a moment, taking a breath. "Please tell me you're not a perv. You aren't are you? Why are you with me? What are we doing? I'm struggling a little…that," she wriggled her fingers vaguely over her right shoulder, "was…I want to do that…to have you do that…more than that!…again, but…what about tomorrow, it…next week…?" She exhaled and waited for me. Her fork laid down on her plate. "We've barely just started, but I don't want it to end. I know there's so much more…"

I looked hurt and mock shocked. "A perv, Jade! What is that? Was I being a perv when I made you cum the other day? When I…"

"Shhh…!" She held her palms out and, the blood rushing to her face, her lips trying not to smile.

"…Wow, do you have any blood left in your body? You are so cute when you blush. But, hey, let's try and take it one day at a time, one moment at a time. You may not even like me after you get to know me, even if I'm magical in bed. I'm sure you can always find a guy who's a good lay. But maybe getting laid is enough for now, yeah? You're on the pill?"

She nodded, a little lost at my change in direction.

"And, I can tell you I'm clean, but we can take precautions if you'd prefer. My point being, we can keep this as light and fun as possible and do as much as we can to prevent a sudden long-term entanglement."

She sat up straighter, if that was possible. Her face…sharpened in…anger? I hoped it wasn't anger, because she had become even more beautiful in that moment, the rounded rectangle melted into a chisel point, her chin connecting her cheekbones. It would be awful if she became more beautiful when she was angry. I waited, continuing to eat.

"'Long term entanglement.' That's an interesting way of putting things, isn't it." She studied her plate before picking her fork back up and took a bite. "What's your story, Mr. Krishbley? You've stripped me naked, and I barely know anything about you. You're taking some technical classes because your business is failing. But where were you born, where did you grow up, how many siblings do you have? Do you have kids, a wife? Oh my god! You're not married, are you?!" She put her fork down and covered her mouth as if she'd burped, staring at me wide eyed.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Bozeman, Montana. I moved a lot, and I'm not sure I've grown up yet. 3: I'm second oldest; two sisters and the youngest is our brother. Nope, no kids. Had a 'wife,'" I emphasized it with scare quotes, "but that ended ages ago." I smiled at her the entire time. "It feels good to be completely honest and transparent, doesn't it?" I stared into her eyes, asking her to question me more…the subtext implying if she had been transparent with me. (I was pretty sure she had been, otherwise she was an amazing actress.)

"Me?" It was her turn to laugh. "Ask me anything, but I think you've seen just about all of me!" She looked around when she realized she may have said it a bit too loud.

I freshened her wine glass, but not by much. I enjoyed the idea of taking her virginity when she was loose, not unconscious.

"How wet are you right now?"

She sputtered and wide-eyed me again. "Really? That's…I," she giggled softly, "don't even know how to answer that."

"On a scale of 0-10, where 0 is bone dry, dry as the desert dry, and 10 is Niagara Falls wet, where you're leaving a growing stain on the chair."

She coughed a laugh, covering her mouth again, and looked between her legs before catching herself. "Oh my god! That's…so…nasty! I…wouldn't…" She looked at me, her eyes smiling. "I mean, is that even possible?"

I smiled back, my plate clean, my attention on her. "Are you asking if I can make that happen for you, or if it physically possible?"

She giggled again. "Fuckkk," she exhaled softly. "Both, I guess?" She whispered, looking between me and her plate.

"But you hadn't answered my question: 0-10?"

She just shook her head averting her eyes. "It was about normal, a two, but now I think it's a four." She laughed and buried her face in her napkin.

"Thank you for being honest and transparent. I like playing this game, do you?"

She nodded, her eyes losing a little focus, her attention going inwards, or to later in the night, or maybe feeling how wet she was. "Are you…getting hard?"

I nodded.

"How hard, on a scale of 0-10, where 0 is as limp as a wet rag, and 10 being a rod of steel."

I nodded and smiled, taking a sip of wine. "Hmmm, about a…well I was going to say three, but I think it's actually more like five. It's getting pretty thick, and a little tight, folded over the way it is in my underwear."

"Oh my god," she giggled. "You're serious about…this…" she waved her hands between us.

I cocked my head. "Let's keep it light and frothy, yeah? And totally honest and transparent. But, sure we can get into some serious play."

She scrunched her mouth and dabbed her lips with her napkin, looking at her empty plate.

"Dessert?"

She shook her head. "I'm…I don't want to eat any more…I'm too…"

"Nervous?"

"…wound up." She looked at me, uncertainly. "You really think my body is…good…?"

I signaled the waiter for a check. So young. I sighed, silently. This is what comes with the territory. She's fucking hot, so deal. "Hmmm. Jade. I'm still playing the game, okay? But let's just do a little logical deduction. Let's say I was lying about your incredibly, fuckable, sexy body. Let's say your body was the body of a seventy-five year old crone, but I was just lying to you. What purpose would that serve? Why would I tell you you were beautiful if you weren't?"

I said all that while the waiter laid down the check. She was blushing so much she hid behind her napkin. The waiter left. "You can't say shit like that front of people," she hissed.

"I suppose one reason is to get into your pants. But I've done that already, and we're going to do it again, so there's no profit in that approach. Or, let's explore the opposite possibility," I continued, letting her know I was ignoring her on purpose. "Let's say you were knock-down, drop dead gorgeous (which you are by the way), but I told you that your eyes were too close together, or your clit wasn't the right shape." She gasped again as the waiter returned. "Why would you want to be with a guy who treated you like that, who knocked you down so you'd be dependent on him?"

I invited her to stand, my arm hooked in hers, her breast warming my ribs through our clothes as we made our way to the door. She just shook her head, assuming the questions were rhetorical.

"Right?" I turned her, just before we left, and brought her into a deep kiss, my hand cupping her butt cheeks, pressing her for several seconds.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod," she fanned her face and exhaled, paralyzed, until I turned her out the door and led her to my car.

"Do you have underwear on?" I asked after she was buckled in.

"Wha…of course I have…why…shouldn't I have…?"

I laughed and patted her thigh, pulling up the hem until I could see the top of her stockings, her panties just peeking out. "Of course you should. Or not. Remember, I left it up to you to dress sexily. That dress is wonderful by the way, so, with or without underwear, you look very sexy."

She looked at my hand, and then to my crotch, and then up to my face. "You're. Wait. Are you saying another girl might have not worn underwear tonight? Really? People do that? Are you wearing underwear?"

"Yes. To all three. All the time…to all three, by the way." I kept my hand on her thigh, my fingers gently stroking that soft, silky skin above the hem of her nylons. "My place this time?"

She put her hand on mine and squeezed. "Okay. Yeah. Sure." She looked down between my legs, but it was too dark for her to see anything.

"Did I spill something? What are you looking at?"

She jerked and probably blushed.

"What? Is something wrong?" I worked my hand up her thigh till my pinky was against her underwear, the heat from her sex felt nice against my knuckle.

"I was just wondering how hard you are now. Is it still a five?"

"Probably closer to a six, actually." I pushed the side of my hand against the fabric, hoping to feel moisture.

"Ohhh, hmmmmm, that's so…that feels so nice."

She pushed back, rubbing herself against my hand, her thigh muscles pressing together.

"Could I ask you a favor and help get me rearranged so I'm more comfortable?"

"What? Oh shit! I'm so sorry. I should have thought about it." She reached over and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoning my jeans and worked the zipper down enough to make room for her hand. "Should I reach inside, or...?"

"Whatever you want, Jade. Do you want to feel my warm hot cock against your fingers, or do you want to frustrate me by moving it behind my underwear? It's a choice. There's no right way to go."

She shivered as my hand pulled her underwear aside, exposing her labia. I slid my index finger against her slit, coating it with juice. "That's what I wanted to do. Does it feel nice?"

She was worrying that bottom lip again: her "tell" she was getting wound up. Then her fingers slipped through my waistband, rubbing my pubes, before they bumped up against my shaft, doubled over. There was no way this was going to work, but I let her struggle for a few moments. It was frustrating, but kind of sweet.

"Try pulling my briefs down a little. Maybe that will help." I scrunched around a bit to give her room, even as I slipped my finger into her labia a little deeper.

"Ohhh. Fuck. Yeah. Hmmmmmmmnnn."

She had both of her hands working now, one pulling at my clothes, the other burrowing down my leg, her fingers and palm brushing along my member, until she grabbed my head and started to pull it up and to side.

Now it was my turn to moan. "Oh! Fuck! Shit…"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot how sensitive it is! Is it okay? Did I hurt you?" She was leaning over as best her seatbelt would let her, to look at my cock and make sure it was okay.

I laughed. "It's fine. I like it a little rough. No worries. That feels much better."

She had me out of my pants, hardening to an eight, her fingers gliding up and down the shaft, the best she could.

"You smell fantastic, Jade." Her arousal was filling the car.

"Ohh, that sounds so horrible, you can't be serious…you can smell me?" Only it didn't stop her from rubbing against me, making little sounds in her throat.

"Honesty and transparency, Jade. I like the way you smell, and I can't wait to get my mouth on you, my tongue deep inside you." Perhaps she'd get the point and consider going down on me, but I didn't expect it.

She didn't. She did keep stroking me, and she finagled her other hand under my sac to play with my balls. She really had no experience. That's what you get for the pleasure of being her first fuck, Elroy.

We were getting close to my house, which was probably for the best. I let her know, and pulled my hand away, making a show of licking her lubricants. My cock was sticking out at 45 degrees, my jeans at my thighs. She was pulling her underwear back into place as I pulled into the driveway, flicking open the garage door.

"Do you feel safe? Did you want to text someone and let them know you're okay?" I rearranged my cock and pulled up my clothes.

She looked at me wide-eyed, again. "Yes, to the first, and it never occurred to me for the second. Should I? Is that a thing?"

I laughed again, shutting off the car and opening my door. "There's no 'thing,' Jade." I chuckled. "Some women probably would do that since you've never introduced me to any of your friends and nobody's heard of me, right?" I helped her out of her side and shut her door.

As the garage door descended, I opened the door to the house. "The bathroom is through there if you need to use it, the dungeon is through that other door.

"Come through the kitchen to the living room."

"Dungeon?" She squeaked, looking to see if I was serious.

"Yeah. Such as it is. I'll give you a tour when you feel ready. Not tonight though. Tonight, we're going to fuck your brains out, over and over, if we can manage it, without any need for that."

I showed her the bathroom door, pointed to where I'd be and went to build a fire.

She walked in a few minutes later, staring at the art and the furniture and who knows what she was looking at. Her entire apartment could fit in any one room she'd just walked through.

"You good? You want a drink? Water? Wine? Something stronger?"

She sat on the edge of one of the couches, watching the kindling pop. "Water, I think. Dungeon? Really Elroy? Now I wonder if I should send someone a text."

I got up to get some water. "No, you should, Jade. You definitely should. I promise you you won't need to worry with me, ever, but that's not going to be the case with everyone. And, by the way, everyone will tell you that same thing: 'I promise you'll be safe with me,' but they'll tell you that so you don't text someone. Please text someone, now. I'll feel better and you can relax." I gave her my address so she could send it along and went for the drinks.

"You're a little strange, Elroy," she said as I handed her the water. "I mean, if you wanted to set my mind at ease, why would you say there's a dungeon in your house, like, the first thing?" She stared at me over the rim of her glass as she took a sip and slipped her shoes off.

"Honesty and transparency. When would be a better time? After we'd dated a bit? When I give you a tour of the house? When would we take that tour? Now? Naah. We both want to strip and fuck like bunnies, so, no. Not now. But maybe after you've been here a few more times (assuming you don't want to get a Lyft right now! Hah!). How would that go—oh, hey Jade, behind that door is a dungeon, with all sorts of nasty toys—that seems awkward…Or maybe never, but then I wouldn't be being honest with you, and that seems wrong."

She was laughing by the time I finished, sitting properly, her back against the cushions and soaking up the heat from the fire. "You're serious, though. You really have a sex dungeon? What does that even mean?"

So new. Doesn't she ever look at porn? "Not tonight, and yes, I'm being truthful. You can google it to your heart's content, but there's no two the same. Still, it'll be good for you to learn a little more using all the resources at your command. The Internet! Best place for porn, ever." I sat down next to her to pick up where we'd left off.

She tucked her legs under her and sipped her water, watching the fire. "I have looked at porn," she began quietly. "I wrote a paper on it last year: The Nature of Gender Differences in Adolescent Online Exploration." She giggled and set down her water on the end table, using a coaster, I noted.

"That sounds, erm, not very exciting." I reached my hand to her neck, pressing into the muscles firmly. She exhaled, letting her head loll against the cushion.

"It was only partially about teenagers' porn behavior. It was a little difficult getting participants…"

I laughed. "Really? I'm surprised…"

"…in high school, but incoming freshman were all too happy to engage in the research." She gave me a withering look. "But I didn't focus only on porn." She sighed. "Unsurprisingly, there was quite a bit of porn, but there was a lot of music, and video, and a bit of short-form reading. I learned a lot. My professor thought highly of it." She shrugged and let her head fall again, my massage triggering soft moans.

"And none of those horny teenagers showed you people having sex in their dungeons? That's curious." We sat for a few minutes enjoying the fire, my fingers working her neck and shoulders, encouraged by her small noises and appreciation.

"I'd like to see you nude, again, Jade. Do you want me to help, or would you prefer to strip off on your own?"

She shook her head slightly, her eyes staring at the ceiling. "That," she nodded at my forced choice question, "is so…hmmm, it," she sat up and looked at me, "'transparency and honesty,' right?"

I nodded.

"I am starting to get wet, just thinking about the question!" She ran her hands from her neck, across her breasts, down to her lap, curling her fingers around the hem of the dress and pulled it up across her thighs. She reached up a little and pulled one stocking down, and then the other, the sheer fabric pooling at her ankles. "I so want you to do to me what you did the other night."

She closed her eyes, reached her hands inside the dress and slipped her underwear down and off, hiding her sex the entire time. She smiled at me, tipping her head slightly, and handed them to me. "You want to smell me?"

I just watched, transfixed at her transformation, taking the slip of fabric from her, and crumpled it against my nose. I inhaled deeply, staring at her the entire time. She smelled heavenly, wild grass and the ocean.

She reached behind her neck and unclasped the necklace, placing it next to the water glass. She reached back again, undoing her bra (so that answered that question), slipping first one arm and then the other through the straps, pulling it out from under the neckline of the dress. "Do you want to smell that part of me too?" She handed me the bra and sat back. "There. Is that how I should have been at dinner? How hard does it make you to know I am covered by the flimsiest of fabric?"

I raised my eyebrows and grunted a laugh. "In reverse order: getting harder, and it's a choice." I smiled. I smelled her bra, soap and the slight musk of sweat. Delightful. I could see her nipples, stiff, tenting the material away from the swell of her breasts.

She turned to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. "Do you prefer that I'm naked while you're dressed?" She slipped a hand in and stroked my chest, her fingers brushing against my nipple.

"Actually, I do."

She froze and looked at my face. "Really? Why?" She didn't wait for my answer. "Wait. I know…or, I have a thought. You're…you like the power dynamic implied by my being stripped bare, while you remain dressed."

Impressive. I nodded. "Yes. That's it in one."

She removed her hand, trailing her nails across my chest and shook her head. She looked disappointed. "I wish…but isn't that…it's just so…really? I really wish that wasn't true."

She pulled back and stared at me. "I mean, it's just…isn't it just so stereotypical? It's just the absolute expression of the patriarchy…"

I did my best not to laugh. Patronizing her was a short putt from the patriarchy, and I didn't want either in the room. I shrugged. "Sure. Okay. But it moves me from a six to an eight."

She looked down to see my erection pushing against my zipper, her mouth a crooked smile. Her nipples weren't any softer. Her cheeks were reddened, and she radiated that beauty again. Fuck. It might just be anger…but maybe not.

I nodded to those gorgeous nipples. "Are you any less excited by being a stereotype? The focus of my male gaze?"

She shifted, crossing her legs, her mouth squirming, her hands resting on her knees. Looking at the top of her dress, shaking her head.

"You see? I told you you might not like me once you got to know me." I smiled and turned towards her, my hands resting on her shoulders. "It's just a scene," I said softly. "We can do it differently, make different choices, go a different direction." I shrugged, staring at her, waiting. "Honesty and transparency."

She exhaled, uncrossing her legs, "I…hate that I want to do it that way…not…not the part about stripping for you. Not even the part about being naked while you're dressed. I want to be completely naked again; to have you spread me open and stare at me. To see the hunger on your face. I want that…!"

She crossed her legs again, and I could smell her. She was so turned on.

"But give me another reason. Tell me why I'm doing it that isn't buying into that hegemony." Her eyes were filling with tears.

"Oh," I said, "that's easy. I can think of three different reasons you'd be naked, and I'd be dressed, other than a male domination scene, and I'd be just as hard. I'm just getting impatient." I smiled. "I really can't wait to spread your bare sex wide open."

She raised an eyebrow, wiping the corners of her eyes.

"1. It's empowering for you. Knowing that just by being bare you arouse me.

"2. You love feeling the air on your skin and you don't care if I'm here or not. You'd do it anyway.

"3. You flip the dynamic on its head. Literally. You make me kneel and service you, my clothes are a form of bondage."

Her mouth dropped.

"And they're not mutually exclusive," I continued. "You can play power dynamics both ways, one minute to the next. And power dynamics aren't even associated with nudity or being clothed. We could both be naked and the patriarchy, or matriarchy, would still be here. Or, you can choose to be naked anytime, and not associate it with sex at all. It's just in our heads, Jade." I pointed to my head. "It's just sex…until it becomes something else."

She leaned forward, resting her head in her hands, thinking. "Fuckkkkk…."

"In case you're tracking, I'm back to a two." I smiled and stood up to fuck with the fire. When I turned around, she was standing, her arms at her side, waiting for me.

"You do it."

I shook my head slightly, not understanding.

"You strip me. Unpeel the dress from me. Strip me until I'm naked under your gaze."

It took everything I had to look her in the eye and nod. "Five," I said walking to her.

Her teeth picked her lips, and she 'hmphd' a little, staring at my zipper. "Are you all like that?"

I slipped the right spaghetti strap off her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her collarbone, planting soft kisses up her neck. "You mean boys getting hard just like that?"

She moaned a little 'yes', her hands closing into loose fists.

"Probably." I nibbled her earlobe, blowing softly, lightly dancing my tongue inside her channel.

I dropped the other strap, and brought my hands to her face, holding her while I planted kisses across her eyebrows, her forehead, her nose. She was begging me with her lips to kiss her, alternately licking them and pulling them under her teeth. I pulled away and stared into her eyes, watching her need, her curiosity, her naïveté flicker.

"Please," she whispered. "Please just do it already."

"There's no zipper is there?"

She shook her head.

"It won't go over your breasts, will it."

Another shake.

"Lift your hands above your head."

She raised them quickly.

I slowly pulled the dress from the top, raising it to her chin, the hem just grazing the tops of her thighs. "More?"

She stared at me and nodded.

I pulled it up until it covered her face, her pubic triangle fully exposed. I held it with one hand, reaching the other to her bare cheeks and rubbed her gently. "More?"

The fabric moved from her nodding.

I gathered it above her head, creating fabric cuffs for her arms, until the hem hung just below her breasts, her nipples tiny pyramids above it. I slipped my hand between her legs, pushing against her thigh. She spread her legs, her breath quickening. "More." I directed her. She squeaked a little and complied.

I pulled the dress above her breasts and brought her hands to the top of her head to hold it there, her face completely covered, the rest of her body on display.

"Oh fuckkk," she exhaled, her pelvis moving unconsciously. "This is so sick…"

I leaned down and licked her nipple, making her jump. I blew on it and she moaned. I dropped quietly to my knees and extended my tongue to just barely lick the moisture where it was gathering between her lips.

She jumped, screaming and laughing, nearly kicking me. Her hands had dropped to her breasts, bringing the dress with them, still covering her face.

"You're a sensitive, horny little..." I whispered in her ear, repeating the sequence: caressing her ears, gentle kisses along her eyebrows. She mewled, panting a little, her knees pressing together.

"I'm at eight," I said softly, pausing before unzipping my jeans. "You want to feel?"

The fabric moved up and down.

"Let's get you off your feet." I guided her back onto the couch, laying her down, one foot on the floor, the other resting on the back. Her lips were swollen, her inner labia unpeeling, revealing the lighter skin, glistening inside.

I shrugged out of my clothes, enjoying the warmth of the fire on my skin. "Where are you at?" I whispered in her ear, gently stroking one of her engorged nipples, so rigid it barely moved when I suckled it. "Eight? Nine?"

"Ohhhgddddd," her moan was muffled by the dress.

"And now?" I asked. "You are (mostly) undressed, and I am completely naked." I slid my finger between her labia, her legs jerked, her stomach cramping a little. She gasped. "Is this more or less dominating? A perpetuation of the patriarchy?"

I sucked on her nipple and slid my finger up to the second knuckle, enjoying her moans and struggle. Her hands were tangled in the fabric, her face still covered, her top leg had fallen off the back side of the couch, keeping her spread open. In and out, I slowly pistoned my finger, making as much noise as I could with her juices.

"You hear that?" The squelching grew louder. "That's you, just with my finger. You can't imagine how it will sound when I'm pumping my cock in you."

Her moans grew more insistent, urging me to not stop, her butt squeezing to raise her sex onto me, to push harder. "Yesyesyesyesohgogohgodohohohfuckkkk."

And then the liquid flowed out of her, her vagina grabbed my finger, and I gently touched her clit, and she exploded, crying out, pressing against me.

"I'm cummmmmmmming," she shouted. Her stomach tensed and she collapsed back, a liquid pool, flopped on the cushions. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou." The words flowing together with her breath.

I carefully disentangled her arms, removing the dress from her head and kissed her face, peppering her on her cheeks and chin, until I pressed against her lips, my tongue penetrating her mouth. She just accepted me, too languid to respond, her tongue barely reacting. And then, after a few heartbeats, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tight, pressing her lips in response.

"You're ready, I think," I said softly, moving on top of her. "We'll start in the classic missionary position." Her eyes opened; a little fear mixed in with her need. "You feel that?"

She nodded; eyes wide.

"That's what ten feels like." My erection, hot and firm was pressed against her thigh. "We're going to slide that into your hot cunt now."

She jerked at the word, moaning and nodding. "Yessss, please…please fuck me with that hard hot cock."

I didn't need a second request, gently rubbing my glans between her lips, her lubricants dripping out of her, and then a small push, no more than half an inch in.

"Your toys," I distracted her, "they're bigger than my finger, right?" She might have never had a cock in her, but she didn't have a hymen, I was pretty sure of that.

"Toys?" She inhaled sharply as I moved into her a little bit more. "I don't have any TOYS! OH! Oh fuck!"

I only pushed a little deeper, but her channel was tight, so deliciously tight. "You okay?" I smiled at her expression: wide eyed, her eyes darting across my face, her focus entirely on the two inches at her entrance. She closed her eyes and hugged me tighter, nodding and pushing her pelvis toward me.

"Yeah," she breathed out. "Fuck me, Elroy. Fuck me."

"Happy to oblige Jade." But I pushed in slowly, my thighs pressing against hers to keep me from plunging in. It wasn't the most comfortable position, and if it weren't for the upwelling of intense pleasure from my dick, I wouldn't have been able to keep it up. With each advance she'd groan, hugging me, kissing me, telling me she couldn't believe it could feel this good, until I was buried entirely in her.

I relaxed, letting her bear my entire weight, our heartbeats pulsing between the thick, viscous walls of her vagina, and my penis, hot, stiff and so ready to plough her. But I rested, letting her feel what getting fucked felt like.

"Don't move," she could barely speak. "This is unbelievable. Let me just, ohhhnooo, fuckkkk oh god."

I had moved, pulling out a little and pushing back in. I'm not that well-endowed. My girlfriends have commented on how nice a penis I have: well proportioned, thick, enough, long, enough. But I'm sure they are mostly commenting on my approach. It's not the meat but the motion as the old tune goes.

So, yeah, I moved. Paying close attention to her gasps, her hands and arms, and her body's response, I moved. Sometimes barely, sometimes a lot. Sometimes I pressed against her clit, sometimes I raised up to give it air.

She was incomprehensible, her words were unintelligible, but her body told me everything I needed to know. Eventually, she was slick enough, and loose enough for me to pull all the way out, and slowly plunge back in. Out. And in.

"That," I said, panting a bit, "is the sound of a well fucked cunt." The squelching and quaffing as I picked up speed was delightful.

I'm pretty sure she had cum at least twice, but maybe more, based on how hard her hands hit my back, or the way she stiffened and fell away, or maybe when she kept panting she was cumming, again and again. That might have been a clue.

I was on the edge. I could have kept going, but I didn't want her so sore after her first time that she'd be unable to take me again. "I'm going to ejaculate inside you, Jade. I'm going to pump some hot sperm deep into you. You ready for that?" My voice was strained.

She rubbed my back and tried to wrap her legs around my ass, but she was spent. "Yes, Elroy, please, please, please."

I tightened my butt cheeks and pressed myself hard against her pubic mound, pushing as deep into her as I could. The rush of semen flooded up my shaft, the muscles pumping it until I felt it rushing out my hole, coating her insides.

I doubt she could feel it, but she felt my cock swelling, and the pressure against her clit, and damn if she didn't cum again! The flood of liquid, her stiffening, her weak cries of anguish and pleasure.

I collapsed onto her, and we lay there for a minute, an hour, I don't know how long, we both could have gone unconscious for all I remember.

But eventually my cock, flaccid and wet, slipped out her, our skin, sweaty and flushed became more uncomfortable than pleasant, and I lifted off of her, disturbing her quiet snores.

"Oh, fuckkkkkmeeee," she exhaled. "Holy holy fuck, Elroy." She lifted up weakly to plant kisses on my face. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou…fuckfuckfuck.. that was…fucking…amazing."

She fell back, sprawled open, her arms and legs flopped, too weak to move. I delicately extracted myself and left her for a moment to grab some warm washcloths, and while I was at it, piss a little. I wasn't sure we were done for the night, and I didn't want any impediments from my bladder.

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"How do your labia feel?" I dabbed the washcloth against them to clean up the mess leaking from her.

"A little stingy, maybe? I thought it was going to hurt more." She was still lying down, still sprawled. "I guess I must have lost it somewhere along the way." She took the washcloth and wiped herself, inspecting it. "No blood. Is that normal?"

I shrugged. "I'm not an OB/GYN, but it's probable you didn't have much of a hymen left. I'm not an expert on deflowering maidens."

She laughed.

"But, you're not my first…and none of the others had much in common." I could tell she was interested in getting into it further—academically—but I preferred to go somewhere else in the moment. "Do you want to see what you look like after a good fucking?" I raised my phone, along with my eyebrows.

She just sighed. "I dunno. Is that a thing people do? Take pictures of their genitalia after having sex? I know I know," she waved her hands, "there is no such thing as a 'thing.' Do you want to take a picture of my thoroughly fucked vagina?"

I took the picture and showed her: cum dripping out, her labia dark and flushed, her pubic hair mushed and matted, her vagina a bit more open than the prior picture showed. Yes, I swapped them back and forth so she could see the before-and-after differences. Was any of that necessary? Of course not, but I wanted to continue to bond, to build intimacy, and to normalize our sexual relationship as quickly as possible. If this played out like I thought it would, I wouldn't be in the picture very much longer. And I could see just how important the academic side was to her.

It was pushing 11:00, not too late for me, but a good time to consider if she was going to sleep over.

"Would you like a nightcap, or some tea?"

I like this part, where we're both naked but not having sex, just hanging. It's how I spend most of my time at home, when I'm not on calls, or entertaining, but it is particularly nice to share the time with a beautiful, fresh young woman.

"Tea? That sounds nice actually. What kinds do you have?"

I invited her to scan my collection, never offering a wrap or a robe or a shirt. She hesitated at first, but quickly realized it was intentional on my part and didn't fight it. It must be a thing, I could hear her thinking.

"I'm afraid we made a mess of your couch." She looked at the stains, concerned, sitting in a chair opposite the scene of the action.

I laughed. "It's seen much worse. Don't worry. I'll clean it up eventually, but for now I'll enjoy the memories."

She sipped her tea and shook her head. "I had a really nice time." She stopped and reconsidered. "I mean, shit, that sounded stupid, like I'd just had a nice dinner or something." She made a face. "Which I did! Fuck! What does one say after having a mind-blowing fuck?"

"I usually just say thank you, and can we do it again sometime soon?"

She laughed and nodded. "Okay. That works. When?"

I pretended to look at my watch, and she laughed, but my penis had thickened a little, raising its head with an involuntary pulse.

"Don't tell me you're ready to do it again, now?" She did that thing with her hand, covering her mouth, but the sparkle in her eyes was different. Less embarrassed, more impish.

I shrugged; my penis shrugged with me. She giggled. "Now? Like right now?"

"Honesty and transparency. How do you feel about that?"

She stared at my cock, her tongue licking her lips. "I'm surprised…at my own feelings. I want to, if getting my mind blown like that again," she waved her fingers over her shoulder, "was possible. Is that possible? But I don't know if my body could take it right now." She set down her mug and spread her legs, bending over to open her lips and rub herself gently. "That's my honest and transparent assessment."

I laughed, thanking her for it. "How about this," I suggested. "You sleep over, and we'll reassess the situation later."