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Chad
The only sexually inexperienced girl I’d been with was my first girlfriend in high school. Her name was Tracy. We had been classmates since the seventh grade. She was on the dance team at our school and planned to dance in college as well. She was quite slender and very pretty. She was also very outgoing and active.
We dated for a few months our junior year before we decided to go, “all the way.” We spent countless hours making out and discovering each other’s bodies. I remembered that time with great fondness. We both figured out what it took to bring each other to orgasm. We enjoyed experimenting with different techniques and creative positions. I’d always feel thankful for that relationship. It was loving and fun. The only reason it ended was because her father was relocated the summer after our junior year. Having a long-distance relationship at seventeen years old didn’t make sense.
The following year I dated a girl named Jasmine for a couple of months. She had already slept with several guys before we’d met, so she had a lot more experience than I did. We had a good time at first. Then she became very possessive and jealous. I realized those qualities masked her very insecure personality. I had to break it off with her because she was starting to really annoy me. She made a huge scene when I told her I’d prefer to be friends. Rejection made her ugly. We never spoke again after that day. I always felt bad about how it ended.
My two relationships in college were pretty great. Neither of them was destined to go the whole mile, though. Sandy couldn’t wait to go to the Peace Corps. That was a two-year gig, and I knew I wouldn’t want to wait around for her to get back.
Belinda and I lasted quite a while as well. As we were nearing graduation and I got accepted into law school, she said she never wanted to leave California. That was the deal breaker. I was excited to live on the East Coast. Although I loved growing up in California, I wasn’t sure if I was going to go back there or not. I wanted to practice environmental law in a city where I could make a difference, and I had no idea where that would be.
And now I’d met Emily Jensen. Even though she was outwardly polite and conservative in dress and manner, she’d eagerly agreed to go paintballing with me the day after she broke up with her one and only long-term boyfriend. What was even more surprising was that she’d agreed to let me come over and have dinner with her the same day. I was excited at the prospect of having a girlfriend again. It had been over a year, and I missed having a woman in my life. Who knew? Maybe this particular woman could be the one.
Emily said she needed to go home after our last class and that she would take a cab to my apartment around six thirty. I was glad for the extra time, so I could clean up the apartment and pick up some food. I also made time to take a shower, since I didn’t know how far this date might progress.
I picked up the Chinese food on the way home and planned to reheat what I’d ordered on the stove. I didn’t like using microwaves. There was something about them that made me uncomfortable. I read an article once that said you should never stand close to a microwave when it was on because there were dangerous rays emitted in the air. Well, if that were the case, then why would I want to eat food that was cooked in one? I didn’t. I preferred the old-fashioned way of heating up and cooking food.
I also picked up a couple of bottles of wine. I’d noticed Emily had been drinking an Italian wine, so I stayed with that theme. I also picked up some more beer in case she preferred that with dinner.
My apartment wasn’t very big, but it was located in a new building and was very clean and modern looking. I didn’t need a lot of space, especially while I was in law school. I got back to my apartment around five, which gave me plenty of time to clean up, take a shower, and get the food on the stove. Around ten after six, I heard the buzzer for my unit go off. I went over to the intercom and said, “Hello?”
The response from the person at the other end was amusing. “I’m looking for a pleasant man from California who enjoys getting shot in the ass with bullets of paint.”
I loved the mood she was in. “A pleasant man? That kind of man sounds boring. I assure you there is no one here who fits that description.”
I could hear her laugh when I let go of the button. “Then how about that hot guy from California who really knows how to kiss?” she asked me.
“He is eagerly awaiting your arrival, ma’am, and will now buzz you in.” I buzzed her in and went to my front door to greet her.
As she walked toward me, I couldn’t help but smile at her. She looked young, carefree and…happy. I was glad to be a part of her more vibrant spirit.
“Miss Jensen, I presume?” As I said this, I grabbed Emily around the waist and lifted her up so her feet left the floor. She looked at me with obvious surprise. As soon as our eyes locked, I leaned my head toward her and gave her the most passionate kiss I could muster. She responded eagerly, with just as much passion and ardor. Our mouths melted as one. I sucked on her tongue; she responded in kind. We held onto each other’s heads securely while we explored each other’s mouth. When I reluctantly pulled away from her, she was smiling at me.
“That was quite a greeting, Mr. Baldwin.”
“I assumed you wanted to make sure I was the pleasant man you were looking for,” I told her.
“Hmm, well…I don’t think you are the man, sadly. But I think you’ll do,” she said as I put her back on her feet. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and walked past me and into my apartment. She set her bag on a chair, and I stepped behind her so I could help her remove her coat.
“My, aren’t we the gentleman?” she said as I took the coat from her and set it on top of her bag. She turned toward me and smiled. “Thanks for that greeting. No one has ever shown such enthusiasm when I’ve walked in a room before. Your flattery has not gone unnoticed and is sincerely appreciated.”
That was an interesting revelation I didn’t expect. I couldn’t imagine how dismal her relationship must have been. More than ever I was determined to rock her world.
“You deserve a greeting like that every time you walk into a room.” I gave her another quick kiss, put my hand at the small of her back, and led her toward the kitchen.
“Smells good in here,” she said. I motioned for her to sit at the table. The table was very small. There were only two chairs; that was all there was room for. I walked to the stove and stirred the two dinners I had warming up. I ordered Szechuan Scallops and Black Pepper Beef. I hoped she liked what I ordered.
“Hope you’re hungry. They give huge portions.” I scooped the two dinners into serving bowls. I already had the rice on the warmer. “Beer or wine?” I asked her.
“I’d prefer wine, if you don’t mind. I’ve never been much of a beer drinker.”
I had to laugh because I’d suspected she wasn’t a beer drinker, but I wasn’t sure. “I kind of thought you were a wine girl. I picked up two bottles of an Italian blend I hope you like.” I showed her the bottles, and she laughed.
“That’s from the same region the bottle we had last night was from. Someone paid attention to what we were drinking.”
“Guilty as charged. Now, let’s see how Mr. Chen did with making our dinner tonight.”
We sat at the table, eating Chinese slowly with chopsticks, drinking wine, and talking. There were so many things to talk about. We talked more in depth about our families and about our aspirations after law school. After an hour I got up to clean the kitchen. She stood up and began to help me.
We worked well together. Within a few minutes, the kitchen was cleaned up and it was time to study. We walked into the living room and sat next to each other on the couch.
“You want to talk, watch television, study…?” As I asked her this, I found myself putting my arm around her shoulder and playing with the hair at the base of her neck. “I know we agreed to read, but I’m not really in the mood for it. What about you?”
“How about some music and more of that?” she asked as she pointed to my hand. Her cheeks flushed a little as she asked me that question. I could tell being bold was not her style. I wanted her to feel comfortable enough with me to ask for whatever she wanted.
As my left hand played with her hair, I reached for the remote on the table in front of me. I hit the button that controlled the stereo. Miles Davis started playing in the background.
“I’m liking it. Didn’t see you as a jazz guy.” She seemed surprised by my music choice.
“I find it hard to concentrate when there’s a lot of singing. I can concentrate and relax better when I have just instrumental music in the background.”
My hand started massaging the base of her neck. It caused her to close her eyes and lean her head back into my hand. I was massaging the back of her head with even more gusto when I had an idea.
“Come here. Sit on my lap, facing me. I’ll be able to use both hands to rub your neck and shoulders. You feel pretty tense, and I know I can make you feel better.”
She reluctantly climbed on top of me. Her knees were bent under her and she rested her weight on the outsides of my thighs. She had yoga pants, a sports bra, and a zippered shirt on. I could feel the intimate part of her body lightly resting on my lap. This could definitely change the tune of the evening if she was feeling any of the things I was experiencing.
My body started to sing the moment our midsections made contact. As she nestled in, I reached up and started rubbing her shoulders. She closed her eyes again and sighed in contentment. As I massaged her neck, I could feel her body relax and settle more heavily on my lap. She looked so pretty and relaxed sitting on me. It was fun to watch the expression on her face. She embarrassed easily and I know she would be self-conscious if I was staring at her with her eyes open. Since I was so much taller than she was, our faces were aligned. I started to rub even harder, and I could feel her body relax even more. Her head started to droop forward.
“Rest your forehead against mine,” I instructed her. She gently bent her head closer to mine, until our heads rested against one another. I could feel her breath on me, and I was sure she could also feel mine. I let my hands wander down her back, and I continued to knead her tight muscles.
“That feels so good,” she said quietly.
I worked my hands down her back until they reached her hips. The more I massaged her hips and buttocks, the more her body responded to me. I could feel her breath becoming erratic and more forced. Her hips started to move slightly on their own. It felt wonderful being this close to her.
I repositioned my head so I could kiss her. We started out lightly, but it was obvious our bodies were craving more. I started to suck on her tongue with a renewed purpose and she was very receptive. I imagined sucking on other parts of her body, which made me that much harder. My body was throbbing at the prospect of having her naked, with her beautiful body just lying there waiting for me to ravish it.
I could feel myself pulling her hips closer to mine so the contact would be more intense. Her hips continued to slightly gyrate against my cock. She had to feel how hard I was. I could feel her hands getting tangled in my hair and pulling at it. We were both heating up, and I knew where this was going.
Abruptly she leaned away from me. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” she asked in a sexy and breathless voice.
“Why? Aren’t you comfortable in here?” I wondered.
She looked shy and embarrassed. “No, it’s not that. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this…um…good in my life. I just thought you’d rather be in a bed.”
I laughed at her kindly. Her inexperience was so adorable. “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to get back to where we were. I was feeling pretty good too, and I’d like to continue feeling that way.”
“OK, it’s just—”
I kissed her so she didn’t have to finish her sentence. I didn’t want her to ever feel embarrassed with me, and I knew she wasn’t ready to have intercourse yet. It didn’t take long for us to find our rhythm again. We sucked on each other’s mouths and used our hands to explores each other’s body. I could feel her subtly grind her hips against me. We were as close as humanly possible with our clothes on. Her body felt really good. My hands continued to roam up and down her body. I enjoyed learning what every part of her felt like. She was very responsive and I loved hearing the quiet moans of pleasure escaping from her mouth. The music was sexy, and so was this woman. I found my hands inside of the back of her yoga pants. I was rubbing her ass and helping it move in tune with the provocative piano music in the background.
“Chad, I um…I think I might—”
“Shhh, no talking. Just enjoy all of the amazing feelings in your body. Don’t be afraid. Don’t think. Just feel.”
Emily was having a hard time kissing me because she seemed to be consumed with the sensations radiating in her body. Making out with this woman was proving to be a lot more pleasurable than I could ever have imagined. I moved my mouth to her ear. I breathed heavily into it. I sucked on the outside and the inside of it, using my tongue to tease her senses. I moved to her neck and back to her ear again. I could hear Emily responding with moans and shallow panting. I had never been so determined to make a woman climax during a make out session as I was at this very moment.
Her voice interrupted me. “Chad, I think I’m going to—”
“That’s awesome, baby. Let go…” I instructed her as I increased my pressure on her neck, ear and mouth. I couldn’t decide what part of her I wanted to suck on so I kept moving from one place to the other.
“But I never—like this—before,” she said in an apologetic voice.
“Baby, it’s OK. Stop thinking. Just feel me. Can you feel how hard I am for you? Feel my body and listen to my voice. I want you to quell all of the tension you’re holding between your legs. Give it all to me. Let me know how good you feel. We feel. You make me feel like a horny teenager. This is only the beginning. I can’t wait to ravish every square inch of your body.”
It must have been the ravishing comment that sent her over the edge. Her shallow breathing turned into an uncontrollable pant. A variety of nonsensical words escaped from her lips and I felt myself getting lost with her. It was quite the memorable moment.