the classes we took together, before I never cared, now I looked at the clock as the teachers spoke and all I could think about was her skin.
I’d never touched silk but I was so sure it would feel the same. I traced my fingers up and down her arm as she stood half-naked in front of me.
Her body was perfect, not impure, wicked or any of the horrible things that her dad had said.
Beauty. That was all I thought about when I looked into her eyes. I unclasped her bra and her breasts bounced before my eyes. She had lost weight lately, I’d noticed it the other day, but when I’d asked her about it, she’d replied, ”That’s what love does to you. Makes you not want to eat. I just want to be filled up on love.”
No one had described me that way before. Normally, I was known as the football jock, the one that the girls wanted to be with so that they could get out of town. Michelle saw me differently; to her I was someone that made her feel alive.
I stroked her in a slow, rhythmic motion that made everything inside me turn to jelly. I felt nervous, not about her dad coming or even her mom, just worrying that the moment wouldn’t be everything that I wanted it to be and more.
As I went down on my knees and removed her panties, one of my fingers slipped into her wetness. She started to cry with pleasure.
“Do you like that?” I asked, knowing the answer to my question. Her body was reacting as if it was the first time that I had done it.
“Yes,” she quivered as she moved to the bed and sat with her legs wide open, wanting me to do more.
I loved eating her pussy; it gave me pleasure to hear her come at the tip of my tongue and I replaced my fingers with my tongue as she sat down. I gently pushed my face deeper inside of her.
I found her clit, something that I hadn’t known how to find until lately, and flicked my tongue on it. I knew that the sensation was driving her wild. She started to moan deeply as I greedily took her pussy by opening her legs wider, hearing the screams that were coming out of her mouth, and it sounded like music to my ears. Her legs were weak as she stopped moving them. She flopped backwards onto the bed and I knew that it was my turn, so I quickly took off my shirt and pants.
Nothing was going to take away this moment.
No one could steal that away from us.
I sat naked on her bed against the bed post. I took her light body and made her sit on me. I wanted to watch her as I came. I needed to hold her perky butt and make her form circles on my dick.
“Come here!” I commanded when she didn’t move, still trying to recover from the killer orgasm that I had just given her. I wanted her to feel it again. She delicately sat on top of me.
“Look at me.”
I was no longer that boy who had come into her room with his pants around his feet and who didn’t know what he was doing.
I was the man that she had wanted me to be the first time, not the awkward kid that didn’t know what to do.
I took control in the bedroom.
I wanted to make her weak, because she was mine. Her heart belonged to me and, as she sat down on me, I grabbed her ass and looked into her eyes. I wanted to see the expression on her face when she came. I needed to hear the whimpers that came from her mouth each and every time my dick filled her walls.
I was being greedy and selfish, but I didn’t care.
The bed thumped against the wall, and normally she would say that we needed to be quiet, that we were being too loud, but it was as if she was in a trance and I held out for as long as I could. Her breasts were bouncing on my chest and her nipples were so hard that all I wanted to do was taste them.
But watching her go up and down, steadily and controlled by my hands, the only thing that was missing was my sperm exploding inside of her. This would be the last time for a while and as she screamed one last time before my once erect dick became limp. I smiled as she kissed me and said, “I love you with all my