Brewing Love

It was supposed to be a quick fix, just hard fucking; his penis sure was rearing to go. I spread my legs open, heels pointing in the air - I wanted him to drive in hard and deep. He didn't disappoint. With unerring aim he penetrated me, stirring a ghost of an orgasm - I drew in a sharp breath and my eyes rolled back. When I recovered, I saw his face, an inch above mine, his eyes had lost the mad hunger for satiety. Instead there was something else... Something more.

He leaned into kiss me; his pubes caressed my clit while his penis throbbed deep inside me. The kiss burned me, making me even hotter. His rock hard chest crushed my tits, and his back curved to fit his midsection with my abdomen. The kiss was intoxicating like no other that it nearly managed to distract me from what I was after - a release.

I clawed his back to remind him of his duty but it did nothing to deter him. He brought his hands up and ran his fingers through my hair holding my head by my temples. He drew out my tongue and sucked on it; an echo of what my vagina was doing to his penis. He pulsed against my walls even as I tried to crush him, draw him in.

At long last he broke the kiss and withdrew so that he was just inside me. It was a slow and slick; his thick head bumped along all my ridges before resting at my entrance, stretching it a little wider than his shaft did. Finally, I thought, for some real fucking.

I was surprised when he sank into me with the same, slow tortuous motion. This time though his pubes brushed against my clit as he went in, setting ripples racing through my abdomen. I turned my head to my right, dazed from the heat and pleasure. He inhaled deep along the length of my neck, his hot breath washing over me before his mouth clamped down on my neck, sucking and licking the tender flesh there. His right hand let go of my hair and reached down in between us and made a small swipe where we were fused together and he pulled his fingers away. I watched the glistening fingers as he breathed in the tangy scent. he locked gaze with me and sucked the love potion soaked fingers. He moaned.

"What are you doing to me?"

That was my line, but I didn't begrudge him that. And then it began, the steady pumping of his penis into my sopping sex. I wrapped my legs around his back and held on hard as he worked at burying us both into the mattress.

The heat of friction was scorching, especially at my clit. I was nearly there but without any warning he rose up on his knees, lifting me along with him. I yelped.

"I won't let go," he said.

I wasn't going to let go either. Somehow he found enough room to pump into me in that position. His arms moved down to cup my bottom and he squeezed my cheeks in his hands. I clenched my PCs hard and returned the favour. He used the support beneath my bottom to bounce me a few times before he sank on to his heels.

He was breathing hard. I took over and went jack-hammer on him. I had to lean back to give me the right angle. It allowed him to take my nipple into his hot mouth. It sent me over and I clamped down on him, squeezing him, drenching him. My muscles convulsed from the assault of pleasure firing from the ends of my nerves. Within moments I was reduced to a slack, semi-conscious sack of flesh. I leaned back into the bed to rest my tired body and ride the dampening wave of orgasm.

He wasn't finished yet. He lowered himself on to me once again and started to pump - it was a sedate fuck. His penis moved in time with the weakening pulse of my climax, prolonging the bliss longer. His mouth found my neck and he licked the mild sweat that coated my skin. He licked all the way up to my earlobe which he nibbled. It tickled and I squirmed around a bit. Somehow that triggered his own climax. I felt him shoot hot sperm into the bulb of the condom, his penis pulsed with each spurt.

He continued his languid motions till he began to shrink at which point he promptly withdrew out of me to avoid spilling his sperm inside me. I felt his absence, it was a cold longing, every inch of my skin demanded the heat that we created together. I watched him dump the knotted condom into the bin. I didn't realise how lithe he was until then.

We just fucked once and it seemed like it had lasted forever. I turned to lie on my side when he joined me back in the bed again and spooned me. His freshly dried and shrivelled up penis rested just below my tail bone, and in between the cheeks of my bottom. His sweat slick chest plastered to by back. I wanted another go.

Maybe he read my thoughts for his penis started to harden and probe me. I smiled before I reached out to grab another condom from the bedside table. Maybe something more wasn't bad after all.

First Time

I wasn't gay and nor was she. If anything I blame that one perfect moment. I knew her, probably better than I knew myself. We were just standing together, enjoying the peace that had descended on our night street. It had been a while since we uttered any words. That glorious silence bears a little of the blame too. 

I think it was me who started things first: the way the street light bounced off her skin, bathing her in a soft glow; it was almost as if she was revealing her soul. It drew me towards her. I touched her hand, she stopped gazing at the starry sky to look into my eyes. I was fascinated by her skin, I couldn't tear my eyes away as I caressed her arm. It was silk. And the trail that my fingers left seemed to glow a light crimson. It was only so far I could resist the magnetism of her eyes. I met her gaze. A small part of me feared reprimand and rejection but the second I met her gaze I knew what was on her mind - It was me; it was the moment.

The thing that happened next, I wasn't sure about. I believe it was both of us simultaneously deciding to kiss the other, it made more sense. It also assuaged a little of the residual guilt that I harboured. It was as chaste as the first kiss I ever had. A soft brush of our lips and the hot mingle of our breaths. If ever there was something that felt right, then that was it; her lips on mine tasting of the strawberry that flavoured her red lipstick.

I should have stopped then, withdrawn from the moment and got my head on straight. Instead I took it further. Darting between my lips I let my tongue question her succulent lower lip. She answered. We let the tips of our tongues meet. I had to hold on to her shoulder for support as the electricity rocked through me. My half lidded eyes closed completely. I was lost.

With reckless abandon I intensified the kiss, plunging my tongue into her sweet mouth. The faint taste of butterscotch still lingered on her tongue. We were no longer standing apart but pressed together, her hand at my waist while mine circled around her neck.

I had no idea what was happening to me on the inside. No boy I had kissed ever felt this good. It was beyond good, it was perfect. As if this was meant to be. But it wasn't. The part of me that screamed to me to end this and pretend that it never happened, was listing reasons that were becoming all too hard to ignore.

I pushed away. We both stared at each other surprised, not at the kiss that we shared but at my will to pull away. The moment passed. The glaze that clouded my vision lifted. She was once again my best friend - someone with whom I enjoyed hanging out with, someone who annoyed me with her reckless driving, someone whom I envied her relationship with her mother, someone whom I admired for her courage, someone with whom I shared my most intimate secrets. This would be one more secret. 

She giggled suddenly, a second later I joined her. It all felt a little naughty now that the moment had passed. Almost like the first time we sneaked a picture of a nude guy posing on the beach with his surf board, into my room. We were still the same straight girls. This was just an accident. I had never even looked at another girl like that before.

We said good night to each other and retreated to our homes, her house was the one directly across the road to mine. I stood at my door and looked over at her house, the light from the hallway spill on to her threshold before it went dark again. I looked back at the spot and then at the lamp that witnessed our kiss. It seemed like a dream all of a sudden. But I knew it was real, my lips were still wet from where she french kissed me and if I took of my jacket and tops, I was sure I could see the red marks of her fingers on my hips.

I don't know if we would ever talk about what happened. All I know is that it just did. I'd carry that moment with me always.