The Laws of Attraction

"Hey, Taylor--I mean Catwoman--you look great!"

Taylor looked up and gave a wry smile. "Thanks for the compliment on my outfit, Ryan, but the big-chested hotties are getting all the attention."

"I guess that leaves all the other hotties for me then," Ryan said.

Taylor snorted. "Right. So you think I'm a hottie?"

"Of course. I just said you look great. Catwoman never looked better."

Taylor blushed and looked down. Ryan could see she didn't know what to say.

"Hey, I was going to walk out back for a bit and get some air. Want to join me?"

Taylor's eyes snapped up. "I'd love to."

Ryan reached for her hand, and she responded, clasping his. He threaded her through the crowd and found the back door.

"Whew! I needed a break from the heat and noise," he said when they stepped out.

"Me too," Taylor said. "But I'm still surprised you're not salivating at all the cleavage on display back in there. Seems like every other guy is drawn in like moths to a flame."

Ryan laughed. "I'll admit I look. I mean, I'm a guy. But I kind of go for different things."

"Oh? And what are those?"

Ryan looked down. "Taylor, talking about stuff like that makes me a little shy. It's kind of intimate."

Taylor blushed again. "Ryan, I think you know I'm kind of shy myself. I know how it feels, and I won't abuse your trust. I've been a little down tonight, and it would help if I could hear from a guy who isn't salivating over chesty bimbos. Wait! I'm sorry. They're not bimbos. They're just having some racy fun on Halloween. I'd like to do the same, but I don't have the assets or the personality to just put it out there. So I'm a little frustrated."

"Would you like to take a walk? Your story loosened me up, and I'll talk. But I'll do better without a bunch of people around."

"Getting away from a party where I'm feeling sorry for myself? I'll take it."

They both laughed. Ryan held out his hand again.

"This walk is getting better all the time," Taylor said as she took it.

They found the gate on the side of the house and walked out to the street.

"Can I start with some questions?" Taylor asked.

"Sure. Might be easier to get going that way."

"So I was talking about abundant cleavage, and you said you go for different things. Say more."

"Taylor, I can't always say what attracts me, but I really like B-cups on a girl. I kind of go for a tight body look, and that breast size just really fits."

"OK, I can see that. Anything else to say?"

Ryan shivered. Taylor felt it.

"There is more. C'mon, Ryan, help a sister out here."

"Taylor, anything more gets pretty candid and sexual. Are you alright with that?"

She squeezed his hand. "Yes, Ryan. I want to know. And, even though I'm shy, I'll share some things with you later to even the score. So you're not alone."

"You asked for it," Ryan answered and laughed. "Where to start? Okay, I had a girlfriend that was a B-cup, and she said that smaller breasts are more sensitive because the same number of nerves have to squeeze into the smaller space. Whether or not that's true, she had super sensitive breasts, and I loved it."

"You loved it?"

"Yeah. I could work her into a lather easily. And when she was worked up, I could corrupt her all the better."

Taylor snorted. "I'll bet. Keep going."

"Women don't have obvious signals like a hard cock to show their arousal. You have to look a little deeper. But some women's breasts give hints. I like girls whose nipples give them away. I like having my attentions answered with rock-hard nipples and pebbled breasts."

"I hadn't thought about that. Men's cocks give you nonverbal feedback to everything you do. I can see why you'd like something similar."

"Exactly. Now, let's keep going. Even as a guy, I understand how well B-cups work with clothing. You can wear a regular bra, a bralette, a push-up, or you can go without. Each has its fashion uses. You can squeeze B-cups under a sports bra and do about anything. So I think B-cup chicks have a ton of flexibility."

"I'll grant you that."

"Now we get to another quirk of mine. I kind of like shy girls who aren't so shy once you get to know them. With B-cups, they can play that game to the fullest."

"I think I know what you mean, but say a little more so I'm sure."

"Okay, a B-cup girlfriend can play sexy games for her man. Like removing her bra during dinner out. From a distance, nothing's changed, but get close and everything changes."

"I figured you'd say something like that. So you like naughty girls?"

Ryan blushed enough to show under the street lights.

"I think I touched a nerve," Taylor said gently. "It's okay, Ryan, you can share."

"Taylor, first of all, I'm not making a list of things a woman has to check off. I've been attracted to A-cup, C-cup, and even a few bigger women. Same thing about the naughtiness scale. But if I'm wishing, I don't want her just naughty. I want her wicked."

Heat flushed through Taylor's body at that admission. She knew Ryan had to feel it through her palm. She took a second to compose herself.

"C-" Her voice cracked. "Can we talk more about that, Ryan?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes. Please."

"This gets pretty private and personal, Taylor. I don't want a reputation as some sort of weirdo."

"Ryan. You can trust me. And I'll share some things later. Please." She squeezed his hand.

"Taylor, my dream girl is polished on the outside, but a little shy. Get to know her, however, and she turns into a kinky slut. I want that because it matches who I am. There, I've said it."

Her eyes flashed. "You've just started, Ryan. Keep going."

"You're not going to let go of this, are you?"

"You're duty-bound to distract this frustrated girl from her self-pity. Let's hear all of it. What does 'kinky slut' mean? She likes to be whipped?"

Ryan laughed. "Maybe. It's not a specific thing. She just loves exploring and seeing what her body can do."

"So she likes to deep-throat, gag, and take facials like those girls were bragging about at the party?"

"That certainly gets the guys gathering around the flame, doesn't it?" They both laughed. But Taylor kept looking at him.

"No, it's not like that for me," Ryan continued. "I'd only like that stuff if the girl was getting off on it. She doesn't need to do that to prove her devotion or anything. And I've never understood pulling out and cumming in my hand. I'm pretty happy to cum wherever I'm at."

"And where is that?"

"Wherever she lets me."

Taylor snorted again. "I bet. But say more. What do you want if you could have anything?"

Ryan took the bait. "I'd want it all. Handjobs, blowjobs, titty-jobs, sixty-nine, penetrative sex in every possible position, and yes, I want her to love it in the ass."

"Love it, huh?"

"I'm not turned on if she's putting up with it. Especially if it's hurting her."

"What about the other direction? You're supposedly a kinky slut yourself, right?"

"Taylor, I'd give her everything she wanted. Long, lazy pussy-licking sessions. Fingers. Toys. Rimming either direction. Pegging. I haven't done it yet, but I know what ass-play feels like. Role play or restraints in either direction. Power play. I'd probably say yes if she wanted another man or woman in bed for a threesome. If she wanted to swing, I'd do it with her."

"Be still my beating heart." They both laughed. Then Taylor got serious again. "So you'd let her get as slutty as she wanted, huh?"

"That's part of why I dream of a kinky slut for a partner. I'd give her full reign to express herself."

"And no judgment? Really? You won't think less of her? That seems hard to believe."

"I know that trust takes time to build. So she would have to feel me out over time and learn to trust me. If I was sending some signal that I was judging, she could call me out on it. But I think she would come to understand in time."

"That's a fairly mature answer, Ryan. Okay, I'll let that stand for now. Let's get back to what she looks like. We've only talked about her chest."

"Hey, I've been sharing a lot here. Don't you get a turn?"

"Later, buddy. You're not nearly done distracting me. Spill. Give me the visual tour."

"You know this is harder. I'm attracted to a lot of things. Some girls just attract me. And others grow on me. I don't know how to describe it. They just feel right."

"I know what you're saying, but I'm not going to let you off the hook that easily. Let's start with me. Do I attract you, Ryan?"

"Yes."

Another hot wave passed through Taylor. She shivered. Ryan had to feel that.

"Why?" she asked.

"You're going to make me spell it out?"

"Ryan, you've been doing so well. What's a little more sharing? I really want to know."

Ryan gave her a long look. "Why am I sharing so much? I've never done this before with anyone, my guy friends or girlfriends."

"You'll just have to take a chance, Ryan. Are you scared to do your good deed for the day? Giving a friend a little validation?"

"Hell yeah, I'm scared. I'm giving you a lot of leverage over me."

Taylor laughed prettily. "And that's a problem--how?"

Ryan laughed at that, and he relaxed. "So shy little Taylor has broken through her reserve, and now she's the wildcat?"

"Something like that, Ryan. But I'm not getting distracted with your psychoanalysis. Let's hear it. Why am I a hottie?" She stopped and struck a pose.

"That's why. Look at you. You've been working down my defenses, and you strike a pose. You're a tight little thing. Nice sleek body. Nice tits. Fucking incredible ass. Intelligent, friendly, and expressive face. Hair looks just right. Aggressive when you want something. What's not to like?"

Taylor flushed in spite of herself.

"You really think that?"

"You drag all this out of me, and you think I'm kidding? Damn, Taylor, look in the mirror sometime. Tell me I'm wrong."

"Yeah, but the guys at the party had a different take on things."

"They're fucking idiots. Chasing after performance art."

"So I'm not performance art. What am I?"

"I don't know, Taylor! But I want to find out more. What hides beneath that shy, tight exterior?"

"There's only one way to find out."

"Hey Ryan! Taylor! What are you two doing out there in the dark? The party's in here, nitwits. Get in here!"

They both looked up to see a couple of their friends hanging out of the front door. In their walk, they had circled back to the party house. They changed direction and headed for the door to snickers and comments.

"If you want to bang each other, the backyard is the other way. Or sneak into a bedroom. You guys want to get arrested or something?"

"Or something," Ryan muttered as he pulled Taylor through the door.

They were back into the press of bodies and noise. Fortunately, only a couple of people had seen them outside. They tried to continue their discussion, but it was impossible to talk intimately with everyone else around. Taylor reached into Ryan's pocket and pulled out his phone. She held it expectantly, and he unlocked it. She entered some information, sent a text, and handed it back to him without a word. Then she disappeared. Ryan rejoined the party and chatted up a nearby group.

He saw Taylor across the room a couple of times. She met his eyes but made no other signs of recognition. A couple of his friends asked him about being outside with her, and he said that she wanted some advice, and they stepped out to discuss it.

"And you needed to hold her hand for that?" one asked.

"Yes," he answered in a way that ended that discussion.

After leaving the party, he looked at his phone. Taylor had texted him.

I owe you some personal details. And thanks for raising my spirits way beyond what I expected. May I cook you dinner Friday night? I may drag a few more confessions out of you, so be warned--Taylor

I'd love that, he replied.

Including the additional confessions???

I don't want to admit it, but yes

C U at 6. Can't wait

Ryan remembered Taylor sipping what looked like wine out of her cup, so he brought a bottle to the door. He also brought an informal bouquet of flowers.

"Wow! For me? You came prepared!" Taylor got a big smile. "They are beautiful and thoughtful. Please come in."

"Thanks for inviting me, Taylor."

"You haven't tried my cooking yet. Better reserve judgment."

Ryan laughed. "I'm sure it's better than what I'd be eating otherwise."

"And the company's better, too," she added.

"Of course." They both looked into each other's eyes and chuckled. Taylor gave him a quick tour, got the flowers arranged in a vase, and got glasses while he opened the wine.

"Would you like to help me finish the salad?" Taylor asked.

"Least I can do," Ryan replied. As he moved into the kitchen and danced around Taylor, he wondered if he was getting a subtle test. You find out a lot about someone when you cook together.

"You cook much?" she asked, eyeing him quickly chopping.

"Actually, quite a bit. My Mom got me started, but I kept going on my own. I like to eat well, and that costs a lot if you aren't cooking. And I like choosing what goes into my food. I tend to make big portions and freeze things for later. Stuff like stews or spaghetti sauce."

"So maybe my cooking won't be better than what you would have on your own."

"A hot girl cooks me dinner? That's always better."

"You and your 'hot girl' stuff," Taylor laughed. "I don't need a pick-me-up tonight."

"Who said anything about that?"

Taylor blushed. "I guess I should just thank you for the compliment, shouldn't I?"

Ryan looked her in the eye. "I know you're shy, Taylor, so it's okay to struggle with a compliment from a boy. But the compliment stands."

Taylor straightened her spine. "Thank you, Ryan," she said clearly.

"That's the spirit!"

Taylor tried to hide the smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

They kept up a lively conversation through dinner. When they had cleared the plates and cleaned up, Taylor led Ryan into her living room.

"Bring the rest of the wine. I have a gas fireplace that's fun to gather around."

They got two chairs pulled up. Taylor fussed with them until they were slightly facing each other. They each settled in and looked into the fire.

"I owe you some personal details after I dragged your story out of you the other night," Taylor began. "But it will take me a little bit to get in the right frame of mind."

"Take your time, Taylor. And you don't have to share anything you don't want to."

"Can I ask you something, Ryan?"

"Of course."

"Can I trust you with my personal confidences? It's more than not repeating them. It's not getting weirded out or anything."

"After you pulled my depraved story out of me, Taylor, I don't think you have anything to worry about. But I will grant you some leeway. Let's just agree that some of what you tell me is exaggerated. That way, I won't assume the worst on anything. And of course, I keep confidences."

"I like that idea. You make a girl feel comfortable, Ryan."

"Thank you, Taylor."

She snickered at him turning the tables. Then she looked down, gathering her thoughts. Her eyes snapped up, and she spoke clearly.

"After the party, I went home and masturbated like half the night. My poor clitty about fell off. Your words made me elated and horny beyond belief. I came hard, over and over, thinking about what you said. That's no exaggeration."

"Oh my God, Taylor, that is so fucking hot," Ryan stammered.

"I masturbate almost every day--sometimes several times. I think something is wrong with me."

"Taylor, t-the only thing wrong with you is not having a partner to share that with." Ryan's voice was strained.

"You think so?" she teased. He nodded.

"You may now appreciate my frustration at the party," she continued. "Here I am, this horny, twisted girl, and all the boys are chasing after the usual hotties who will probably string them along. But I'm too shy to attract the boys to a girl that would live out the slutty illusion the big-chested hotties are selling."

"I can see that. I go through something similar. I come factory-equipped to empathize with a girl's wants and needs, and I enjoy making them come true. But it's hard to get to that point when everyone is marketing themselves so hard."

"Exactly. So you can imagine my excitement to suss your story out of you. And you found me hot, or at least you gave a convincing impression."

"That was no impression."

"I'm starting to believe you. So now we come to the second big reveal." She took his hand.

"Ryan, I've been crushing on you for a while."

He blushed. "Wow. I didn't expect that. Umm, thanks. That feels really good." He stumbled through his answer.

She smiled. "It's fun to see you squirm. Anyway, you can picture what that night did to me. My crush told me that I was hot. Maybe I had a chance with him. And then he admits his kinky desires. Maybe he's as twisted as I am."

"You're making me feel what you felt that night, Taylor."

"Good! Now for the third reveal. When I masturbate all out, I use two dildos and a clit sucker. I'm going to let you figure out how that works."

"That's volcanic, Taylor. That image will stay in my mind for a long time. But that's a lot of moving parts, isn't it?"

"I'm a creative girl. I put a dumbbell between my legs so I can brace the lower dildo on that and grind into it. Then I have enough hands for everything else. In fact, I have a hands-free clit sucker/vibe combo that frees both hands to play with my tits. So I can fantasize that I'm getting wickedly fucked by a hot guy, or maybe two of them."

Ryan adjusted his erection. He didn't bother to hide it. Taylor watched with a little smile.

"So I've got a great setup for some amazing all-body orgasms. But, as much as I like it, it's not the real thing. I want a man fucking me every which way. I want romantic, I want to ride, and I also want to get fucked like a bitch. You following me?"

"In every way, Taylor."

"Now, the appetites you described sounded really good. I haven't tried all those things, but I like the open-minded and exploration parts. I want a man who listens to me, feels me out, and goes on these journeys together. I need to really trust a guy to let loose."

"That makes a lot of sense," Ryan responded.

"As I've mentioned, I'm kind of a shy slut. That means I love to share my slutty side, but only with people I've grown to know and trust. I keep a low profile with everyone else."

"I'm the same way, Taylor."

"That's why I'm sharing this with you, Ryan. Once I trust someone, I don't hold back, like you just found out. But that means that only my close friends really get to see me. So my ideal partner treats me like a lady to the world. Only alone or with my close friends does he take liberties with my body."

"Liberties, huh?"

"Yes, Ryan, liberties. I trust you're smart enough to figure those out?"

"I think I'm up to the task." They both laughed.

"So now, Ryan, after I've given you a peek under the hood, we come to some more questions."

Taylor looked into the fire, gathering her thoughts again. She reached some sort of resolution. Her eyes slid back to his.

"You have three choices ahead of you: Choice one, you complete your task of verbally cheering me up and go home proud that you succeeded. I'll carry a glow from this for a long time. Choice two, you fuck me tonight and make me your plaything. I'll respond positively and we can move on to friends with full benefits. I'll carry a continuous glow from that, believe me. Choice three, you decide you want a relationship. That carries more risk, but also more potential reward. You can think about it."

Ryan looked into her eyes. He took both her hands.

"Taylor, would you like to be my girlfriend? I think the potential reward is well worth it."

Her eyes lit up. "I'd love to, Ryan."

"I'd rather get this right than rush into everything. So, I'm willing to take our time on the physical side of things while we get to better know each other."

"Hmmm. Can I ask you some more personal questions, Ryan?"

"My girlfriend always gets that privilege."

"I like the sound of that. Have to suss out what other privileges I get, and maybe negotiate a few more. But back to the questions. I want to frame out the beginning of our relationship. And you have to be honest, Ryan. Don't edit it for me. We talked at the party about what you like on the physical side of things, as you put it. For your ideal partner, what do you want on the emotional side? What does she like to do, Ryan? What's she like as a person?"

"Wow. You always ask the hard questions. Just like with the physical side, it's hard to pin down. I can respond to a lot of things, and a good partner pulls me out of my comfort zone and shares new experiences and ideas. I would hope that she's interested in healthy living and enjoying the outdoors. I'd like her to have some cultural appreciation and share that with me. I'd like her to enjoy going to music shows and sharing her tastes. I'd like to dance with her and see her enjoy the beat. I'd like to meet her friends and get to know them. I'd like her to feel compassion for others and get involved with me in some way. So it's not so much the specifics as the love of everything life has to offer. If she has that, the specifics will work themselves out."

"Nice answer. Next question. How does your ideal girl relate to you?"

"Fun, sassy, and playful day to day. We live as equal partners. But there's a deeper love and trust beneath the surface. We share with each other. We aren't worried about being judged. We also maintain our friendships, and we give each other some space."

"Ummm-hmmm, I can relate to that. Final question. You're a man, and your ideal girl is a woman. What does that mean?"

"It means we embrace who we are without being constrained to outmoded conventions of what that means. I'm a man who wants to cherish, protect, and provide for his woman. She's a woman who wants to do the same things. I'm designed and fulfilled to take a leading role in the relationship, and I understand that women are designed the same way. So we operate with give and take. I think that's why ancient civilizations had both male and female deities. They recognized the scope for both men and women to lead and take action. I want to grow with a partner and fulfill that in my relationship."

Taylor sat rapt, taking this all in. Then she squeezed his hands.

"Your girlfriend is going to take a first step in that direction, here and now. Follow me into my bedroom, and I'm going to lead you on our first journey together. We will explore the emotional and the physical. I think you'll like what you find."

"Lead on, girlfriend."

"I trust you brought condoms?"

"A hot girl invites me over? I don't presume anything, but I can always hope."

"I have my own supply, but I'm happy to see my new boyfriend with some sense. We're going to get tested tomorrow, because I want nothing between me and my boyfriend. We'll make do tonight. Come on."

She got up and lifted him to join her. She looked into his eyes.

"I'm really happy you picked door number three," she said. She leaned in, and Ryan took her into his arms and touched his lips to hers. The kiss started chaste and then deepened with time. They could each feel the connection growing between them, and the kiss spiraled in that updraft. Ryan realized that his shy, new girlfriend kept a sensual temptress locked inside, and she learned that he could let his passion loose with the right environment.

Taylor used her hands to guide him around and backwards toward her bedroom. He smiled to feel her take charge. Nothing better than my girlfriend pushing me into her bed, he thought. Taylor picked up on that and smiled back into his lips. She was having fun taking the initiative.

"I liked your answers to my relationship questions," she said between kisses. "I can work with that. So let's not waste any more time before getting physical. Your girlfriend is a needy slut, Ryan. I hope you're ready for that."

"I couldn't be happier," he replied. "You're a dream come true."

"I've been dreaming of this for a long time, boyfriend," she said while she started unbuttoning his shirt. They had arrived next to her bed. Ryan saw it was turned down. Taylor noticed.

"I was kind of counting on door two or three," she said, looking into his eyes.

"Are you kidding? I always accept a hot girl's invitation," he said.

"May have to modify that a bit, now. I'd like a say in how you encourage and accept those kinds of invitations going forward."

Ryan shivered. She wasn't saying no. In fact, she was kind of saying yes. He looked into her smiling eyes. She knew everything going through his head.

"Yes, Ryan. Just like you, I like to make my partner happy. But we have plenty of time to explore that. Right now, you have more immediate concerns. Like how you're going to satisfy your nympho of a girlfriend."

"Let's get started wearing you down, baby."

"Ummmm," she replied, dropping his shirt, kissing him hard and grinding her hips into his. Her hands roamed.

"You have a nice chest, Ryan," she breathed. "I like caressing it."

"Thanks, Taylor. I can't wait to get to yours." She snickered, and they resumed their lip lock.

Taylor smoked in his hands. He let his hands wander along her back and butt, feeling the toned muscles underneath. He played with the hem of her shirt, and she took over and pulled it over her head.

"You like to tease, don't you?" she huffed, a little impatient.

"I'm taking my time unwrapping my present, girlfriend. It's worth it." Ryan pulled back a little and took in her breasts cradled in the sheer, lacy bra. "You are so beautiful."

"I guess you like what you see."

"I love what I see."

They resumed kissing. Ryan ran his hands along the fabric of her bra, feeling the firm mounds within. Taylor moaned at his touch.

"Want to see more?"

"You know it, Taylor."

She laughed and reached behind herself to unsnap the bra. Then she looked into his eyes while she pulled the garment away. Ryan looked back for a while before slowing, raking his gaze down. He gasped.

"Taylor. Oh my God. You take my breath away."

"I believe you, Ryan. I can see it in your eyes."

"You're just perfect. I didn't mention it before, but I love slightly upturned nipples. They just turn me on big time. We are going to have so much fun together, Taylor."

"I'm starting to appreciate that I got the B-cup version, Ryan."

"You should. I wouldn't change a thing."

"You can do more than look, boyfriend."

"A little impatient?"

"I've been wanting your hands on my tits for a long time, Ryan. I didn't think I'd get the chance."

Ryan reached out and gently cupped the underside of her breasts.

"You won't get my hands off of them now, Taylor."

"Promises, promises." They both laughed and closed in for another make-out session while Ryan explored around her firm breasts. He noted reactions while he tried various things, and he chuckled to find his new girlfriend pushing her tongue into his mouth--urging him on. He moved deliberately anyway. Part of the magic of partnered sex is not knowing exactly what will happen, and Taylor had spent many nights alone where she knew everything. Ryan wanted her to feel the difference.

Eventually, he moved to her nipples, and she heaved while he tried various strokes and swirls. He got a quick lay of the land, and he knew that future exploration would refine his knowledge. Her lips kissed with more need, and he decided to show mercy and move on. He dropped his hands to the waistband of her jeans.

"God, yes!" she moaned into his mouth. He smiled and unbuttoned her jeans, then kneeled to take her shoes off. Then he slowly worked the pants down while she squirmed her hips. He noticed the musk and the wet spot on her panties while he pulled her sandals off and worked the material over her feet. She used his shoulders for balance.

"I've made a mess of my panties," she apologized.

"I love it, but should we get them off to make you more comfortable?"

Taylor snorted. "Thanks for being so considerate."

Ryan laughed and tugged the material down. Her pouting pussy came into view, and he leaned in for a kiss. Taylor giggled.

"Every part of you is beautiful," he said while he worked her panties over her feet.

"You haven't seen everything, yet," she replied.

"I have faith." They both laughed.

Ryan stepped back up and embraced a naked Taylor, letting his hands roam over her ass. She enjoyed that for a bit, then she pulled back.

"I want to finish unwrapping my present," she told him. She reached to his belt buckle and deftly undid the clasp, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She brought her lips back to his and slowly worked the material over his hips. Then she kneeled down, got his shoes off, and pulled the pants over his feet. She looked up to his tented boxers.

"Shall we give him some room?" she asked, and giggled when Ryan nodded. She reached up and pulled the waistband out to let his cock spring free.

"Oh, my. I'm going to enjoy this!" she exclaimed, taking a good look at the goods. She got his boxers off and rose back up. They resumed kissing, with hands wandering around each other's naked back and butt.

Then, Ryan guided Taylor back to the bed and down. He followed her and kissed down her chest, stopping at her breasts to pleasure with his lips. When he felt her hips grinding into the air, he moved lower and eventually hovered over her junction. He started slowly, kissing her inner thighs while she squirmed, then he guided her legs outward. She moved them willingly, and her pussy flowered open before him. He breathed deeply of her heavy musk, then he kissed along her outer lips. He tuned into his new girlfriend, feeling out her reactions and passion level. When he judged the time right, he licked along her inner folds.

"Oh my God!" she heaved. He played with her inner lips until he could feel her heat radiating on his face. He moved up and traced along the hood of her clit, learning how she responded to stimulation. He moved his hands up and played with her nipples while he took her higher. Taylor floated on a sea of pleasure, thankful that her new boyfriend understood how to come at her clit indirectly.

"I'm ready, Ryan. You can go direct," she breathed. Ryan moved down and tongued right on her engorged clit. She moaned. When she started humping her hips into his face, he batted the pearl back and forth, trying various patterns and studying her reactions.

"I'm going to cum!" she gasped, and Ryan increased the pressure of his tongue. He also rolled her nipples in his fingers. Taylor dropped her hips down, and then exploded upwards into his face with a cry. Ryan stayed with her and matched her convulsions. On each upward thrust of her hips, he pressed into her clit with his tongue. With each relaxation, he released the pressure. Taylor shivered and thrashed through an extended orgasm, Ryan's tongue and fingers giving her exactly what she needed to keep it going. Finally, she collapsed back onto the bed and put her arm over her eyes. Ryan stayed where he was, moving back to her hood and gently soothing her clit while she came down. His hands gently roamed over her breasts.

"That was sooo good," she murmured. "Wow."

"I can keep going if you'd like," he said.

Taylor gave a shaky laugh. "Testing out your nympho girlfriend? I can't turn that offer down. You'll feel me start climbing again, then take it away."

"Would you like my fingers inside you this time?"

"Thanks for asking, and that would be lovely." Taylor settled back and let Ryan nuzzle her kitty until she felt the warmth start building. He felt it also, and he snaked a hand down between her legs. She experienced the exact right mood--comfortable that she was in good hands; eager to see where her new boyfriend took her; and affectionate to her crush.

Ryan picked up on those signals and slowly transitioned to pleasuring Taylor. He teased around her outer lips with his tongue, gently brushing her thighs with his fingers. He again tuned into Taylor and slowly moved his fingers to her pussy, exploring reactions. When she began humping into them, he found her opening and let her drive herself around his index finger. He felt her tight, liquid heat flow around him--the pulsing heart of her sexual core. He connected to Taylor in a new way and marveled at her erotic intensity. She fully immersed herself into her animal side, and his mind raced with the possibilities.

Taylor shifted gears and built up the tension. Ryan followed her climb. He gently probed along her upper walls, and she moaned in response. Point noted. Ryan mixed this stimulation with what his tongue was doing--bringing Taylor along with various combinations that never got predictable. Her heat blossomed to realize what he was doing. He cared enough to pay attention and immerse her in this sweet torture.

Ryan built her up and then dangled her on the edge. She shivered through waves of icy heat. Her body locked in tension. Ryan felt a particularly large wave build and went all out--lashing her exposed clit and giving her G-spot a come-hither motion. Taylor exploded, and Ryan again matched his stimulation to the rise and fall of her contractions. She softly wailed out her release, her chest so tight that she couldn't scream.

When she came down, Ryan lessened the pressure, but stayed where he was. He remembered her story of masturbating "half the night," and he decided to see how her body reacted and go with that. Taylor unconsciously humped into his tongue and hand, and he allowed her to stimulate herself. In her post-orgasmic haze, she didn't know what her body was doing.

Ryan carefully increased the pressure. Her body humped a little more. He smiled to himself. His new girlfriend had a lot of sexual weaknesses that he could exploit. He couldn't wait.

"Ohhhh, fuck!" Taylor suddenly realized what was happening. Her wicked boyfriend was playing her body, and she had passed beyond stopping him.

This time, Ryan took her quickly to her peak. She built up in another wave of tension, locked up, and jammed her pussy into his face while she came again. Ryan kept his tongue pinned on her clit and let her body spasm about. She finally ceased squirming and fell back into the bed.

"No more, Ryan! Fuck!"

He chuckled his acknowledgment and gently slid his finger out. He relaxed his tongue and soothed her pussy while she passed an arm over her face.

"What are you trying to do to me?" she asked.

"Make you happy that you are my girlfriend," he answered from between her legs.

Taylor uncovered her eyes and looked down. "I tell you that I crush on you, and you want to convince me that it's a good idea? By making me cum over and over? Where have you been all my life?"

"Waiting to meet a horny, twisted girl like you. Isn't that how you put it?"

Taylor laughed. "You paid attention to that, huh? I guess you would. Come up here. I want to make out with my new boyfriend a bit and then get this relationship consummated."

Ryan moved up beside Taylor, and she kissed him deeply, tasting herself. It turned her on, and her kisses grew more passionate. Soon, she moved down and began kissing toward his cock.

"Let yourself go this first time," she instructed. "I want to ride you for a good, long, romantic while the second."

"Got it," came the amused reply.

She moved to his cock and took him inside. She paid attention to every reaction, and he relaxed back into a sea of pleasure. Nothing went on too long, but everything served to drive him onward. Her tongue found his frenulum, and he jerked in reaction.

"Hmmmm," came her laughing response. He knew that she was filing that away to torture him forever.

She built him up, then concentrated on that sensitive spot until the hot waves were traveling up and down his body. He seized up in some jerky, contorted position, and she pumped his cock with her hand to push him over the edge while her tongue kept up the torture.

He yelled out, and jets of cum shot up his cock and into her sucking mouth. She clamped her lips around him and took it all inside while he twitched beneath her. She used his playbook and varied the pressure on his frenulum to match his contractions and relaxations. It prolonged the pleasure, and his balls kept on pumping. Finally, he collapsed back into the bed.

"Oh my God, Taylor, that was amazing," he finally got out.

She hummed in acknowledgment but kept her warm mouth where it was, soothing his overheated cock while he recovered. She eventually slid her mouth from his cock, and he tugged her up beside him and kissed her deeply.

"I like that you kiss after something like that," she said.

"I just like kissing you, baby," he replied. "Especially after a rocking orgasm like that."

She laughed and they made out with tenderness and also playfulness. Taylor's hand snaked down and gently stroked his cock. He grew hard in her hand.

"Just how I like it. Always ready for action," she said. She reached over and found a condom, then got it out and rolled it down his cock. She swung a leg over him and slid her pussy lips over his erection, stimulating them both. Then she lined him up and slowly sunk down, impaling herself. They both groaned.

"I soooo need this," she breathed.

Ryan laughed. "Those are the best possible words to hear from your girlfriend."

"I'm glad you like them 'cause you'll be hearing them a lot. I don't play hard to get. You can have me anyway you want as long as you want it often enough. I'm not kidding, Ryan. I was crushing on you before I found out that you wanted someone like me. And we're going to make good partners out of bed, too. Just tell me if I'm moving too fast."

"Just keep sharing yourself, Taylor, and you can move as fast as you want."

A hot shiver went through Taylor.

"See what you do to me? We are so made for each other. Now get your hands on these tits you like so much and give your nympho girlfriend what she so desperately needs."

Ryan did just that, feeling her excited breasts and nipples respond to his caresses. Taylor leaned down for another make-out session, then moved her lips beside his ear.

"I'm so happy you found me at that party, Ryan. You responded when I was feeling down and respected me enough to answer my very personal questions. If you had pushed, you could have fucked me in the bushes that night. But you didn't. You wanted to get this relationship right. Baby, I melted down when you told me that tonight. We're going to have the best relationship ever. Fun and romantic on the outside, and the same on the inside. But also kinky and desperate, at least from your girlfriend."

"Me too, Taylor. I can't wait." His tone turned playful. "So get a hand between your legs and get yourself off, my kinky and desperate girlfriend."

Taylor laughed and wormed a hand between them. "You understand me, boyfriend."

She played with herself while they kissed, and he stimulated her breasts. She peaked up and went over the edge, gasping while she shuddered over him.

"Oh, that was so good," she said when she recovered. "Is this still working for you?"

"I'm loving life with my new girlfriend riding me."

"You're going to love it even more when I start milking you." Taylor began squeezing her Kegels on the upstrokes. Ryan groaned.

"This is what I mean, baby. I tell you that you can have me anyway you want, and you want me riding you, making love. You warm my heart. And when I tempt you to the dark side in the future, I'll remember this when you're dominating your kinky little sub. You want me for who I am, and that trust makes me want to share everything."

"I'm going to ask you, Taylor. Where have you been all of my life?"

"Perfecting myself to be your girlfriend."

Ryan laughed. "You succeeded."

Taylor smiled and kissed him again. She worked her body over this, bringing them both to the edge. Her milking pussy never stopped caressing his shaft. She got her fingers on her clit again, and they both exploded in a shattering climax. She collapsed over him, and they kissed through a lazy, contented afterglow.

"You're amazing, Taylor," he said when he recovered.

"We're amazing," she corrected. "You bring out the best in me."

"We're going to bring out the best in each other."

"Exactly, boyfriend. That's why you can have anything you want, because it will be what I want too."

"Taylor?"

"Yes, Ryan?"

"I was the lucky one at the party--finding you."

"Oh my God, Ryan. I was going to let you fall asleep tonight, but now I have to make love to you again after hearing something like that. I've got tingles all up and down my body."

Ryan's cock stiffened again. She could feel it.

"That's what it takes? A grateful, tingling girlfriend? Baby, we are going to have such good times together. You're going to have a grateful, tingling girlfriend when we open that box at the foot of the bed. All my naughty toys are in there. And when you respond like that, I'm going to be zinging on love and lust. Ryan. Anything. When there's love involved, anything."

"Back at you, baby."

Ryan and Taylor sealed their deal that night, and they explored every definition of the word "anything" in their long life together. They fondly remembered the beginning of their relationship, where each took a chance and confessed to the other.

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