So I was due to get in 7:30 PM on Wednesday. I was nervous as all hell. K and I were texting back and forth all day. And I was getting kind of amped up. Made interesting by virtue of the fact I was at work. Thank goodness we wear aprons! I got off work and raced to SJC only to find out, after I've check in and passed through security, that my plane is running an hour late. All of Southwest was running late. I never did find out what was going on. I made it down to LAX about 8:30 or so. And almost to make up for it, my bag was just about first of the plane.
But there was no sign of K and J. I had let them know what was going on, of course. But now that I was there? Not a sausage. I couldn’t get hold of them. I had no idea where I was in relationship to the world. And all of my abandonment issues sprang up for one brief, horrifying moment. But I relaxed, sat down in baggage claim, put on a little music, and waited.
They showed up about 8.50. K was driving, they pulled up to the curb, she hopped out, opened the trunk and we did a strange little dance of what's an appropriate greeting. We hugged and she gave me a peck on the cheek. I put my luggage in and climbed in the back. And we drove off to Anaheim. We were going to stay at the HoJo across from the park. It took about half an hour and along the way we chatted. I was trying to feel J out, because we had never talked before. I mean, we exchanged tweets, we were on friendly terms. I liked him. But I didn't really know him.
They had already eaten, but we swung by a McDonalds to get me some food, and went to the hotel. They booked a suite. So as you entered the door, you were in the 'kids’ room'. There was a set of bunk beds, a couch and a couple of chairs. Off to the left when you entered, was the main bedroom, which had a king-sized bed. They both had bathrooms, which was kind of nice. So we sat in the suite and I ate my dinner and K and J shared a McFlurry that I bought for them. And we chatted and we were all getting along just fine. K climbed into the top bunk because she likes top bunks and was slightly sleepy. But J and I kept talking. And every now and again she would shift and we would both glance up at the bunk and quiet down for a moment. It was cute. And eventually he got up and said he was going to bed.
'I leave her to you,' he said.
She sort of woke up and said that she was going to spend the night in this room, but she was sleepy. She got ready for bed but said at some point she would come down to my bunk. So I slept in the bottom bunk and every time I heard a rattle I thought she was coming down. I slept very lightly, for obvious reasons. I gave up sleep around 4. I wasn't tired, I just couldn't sleep. So I just listened to some music on my iPod and played around on my phone. About 5 she kinda woke up.
'Are you up?' she asked.
'Yeah.'
'Oh.'
'Are you awake?'
'Dunno.'
'Should I, erm, come up?'
'Nooo,' she laughed. 'I'd be concerned for the bed with both of us up here. I'll be down in a moment.'
She came down and went to the bathroom and climbed into the bunk with me, still more or less asleep. She rested her head on the crook of my arm and we just sort of snuggled as I rubbed her side. We talked about their flight out and about the shopping they did the day before as they waited for me to get in. And we sort of talked about N and what she was like; because this was the first time they had met. But I didn't ask for details. She wanted to tell me and I said, 'I'm here with you. Can't I just enjoy you?'
I continued rubbing her side and her back and got down to the curve of her ass. And moved my hand back up, having enjoyed the brief feel. We kissed at some point. A quick, but firm kiss. There was more kissing, exploring each others mouths. A furtive tongue here or there. I bit her lip seductively, and was rewarded with a slight moan. We were still talking. About nothing in particular, but just enjoying the distraction. I mentioned the curve of her ass.
'How do you know about that?'
'Well I can see it. And I copped a brief feel. It was very nice.’
'Did you? I missed that.'
So I did it again, slowly, deliberately, feeling her press back against me.
I started kissing her neck.
'You're not going to give me a hickey are you?'
‘No, I'm not going to give you a hickey.'
'This isn't fucking high school.'
I bit her neck where it met her shoulder. 'Yeah, I know. I wasn't getting laid in high school.' We both laughed.
I ran my hands over the front of her shirt. And slowly started working my way up, peeling it back as I went. We had spoken the week prior and she said that during extra curricular sex, she rarely took off her shirt because she sometimes felt self conscious about her breasts when they are not in optimum position. She said, 'But if anyone could get me naked, it'd probably be you.' And I pulled up her shirt. She pulled it off her head and arms with a half smile.
I plunged myself between her breasts, caressing, licking, kissing, being as gentle as I could allow myself to be. I took a nipple into my mouth. She grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. I moved to the other and found it just as nice. I was content just to play there for awhile, and then I remembered that there was still a whole other half of a body to play with. I pulled up, and giving her another full kiss on the mouth, I headed south. I played with her toes.
'Wow. You're not ticklish.'
'Not at all.'
I tried this out, tickling her all over but got no response. I gave up after a warning. 'Sometimes J tries to tickle me and I just get annoyed and I hit him.'
She wasn't telling me to stop, but there were infinitely more interesting things I could be doing. So I kissed up to her legs until I got to the hem of her panties. They were simple cotton, with an explosion of polka dots over them. They weren't particularly sexy as such, but, my word, were they cute. I tapped my fingers over her crotch, over her panties.
And with a finger hooked on each side I pulled them down. I knew that she had shaved (she told me that J had done it a few days before), but I was taken aback by the little patch of hair left right above. It was almost touching her clit, it was so close. I stifled a giggle, knowing that it probably wouldn't go over very well, but I did comment on her soul patch.
'Yeah, yeah.'
I bent down, nibbling her thighs. It would be so easy to suck her...no. I had to wait.
I had to earn it. She had to earn it. I teased her a while longer. She was running her hands through her hair and over her chest. I gently opened her up with my fingers and went in for my first taste. The first taste of cunt I’d had in two years. The cunt I’d wanted for months. I lapped her clit, I plunged my tongue in her hole, I couldn’t get enough. I kneaded her clit between my fingers.
‘Not so hard!’
‘Mohrry,’ kinda hard to talk with your mouth full of cunt.
I reached up and placed her hands on my head. She pressed me in deeper. I love to be held in place. I love fingers running through my hair. I didn’t realize how much I missed being touched.
‘Maybe I will let you fuck me this morning,’ she said. At that point I didn’t care what happened to me. I just wanted to make her happy; I wanted to make her cum. I was content enough to keep eating her, but I wasn’t going to turn her down.
I went and got a condom. It was quickly determined that in the bed wasn’t going to work. At the very least I would hit my head. So she grabbed a couple of large throw pillows and lay on the floor. I fiddled about for a moment, but I just couldn’t find her opening.
‘Erm, this isn’t working.’
‘Well, you have a whole box of condoms. Take that one off and we’ll play around until-’
‘No, no. I’m not at a good angle. I can’t find you!’
‘Ohhh. Well you could take me from behind.’
‘That’d work.’
She repositioned herself on her hands and knees, still on the pillows. I rubbed my cock up and down up her slit and then pressed myself in. I never knew someone could be that wet and that tight at the same time. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. I am generally a pretty quiet lay. She, as I quickly learned, wasn’t. She kept up a steady stream of moans and grunts. I gradually gained speed, although continually slipping on the carpet.
‘Have you cum yet?’ she asked after about five minutes.
I paused mid-thrust. ‘No.’
‘Well, cum already!’
‘I, erm, okay.’
Slightly annoyed, but a little turned on, I started again. Okay. She wanted me to cum? I’ll cum. That’ll show her. I grabbed her hair and pulled it back as I slammed into her over and over. Before I knew it she announced. ‘I’m cumming! Awwww….’
That was all it took. A minute later I came myself. My thighs quivered and I rested my forehead on her back a moment. I didn’t want to pull out, but my body was rebelling. I got up, and walked wobbly to the bathroom to quickly clean myself up.
She was already back in the bottom bunk. I flopped down beside her. ‘This is better than I could have hoped for,’ I said, referring to the bed and my legs having a chance to rest.
She probably thought I was talking about her. I might as well have been.
We kissed and talked for another few minutes, letting our heart rates get back to normal. She told me that she almost found it insulting if men *didn’t* cum quickly. It meant she wasn’t doing something right. I thought that was kind of odd, but I could see the weird girly logic.
‘We should probably get dressed or J is going to come in here and demand his breakfast,’ she said.
And sure enough not thirty seconds later, he came in demanding his breakfast. No one even blinked. I was surprised at my nonchalance. He wandered out again. K kissed my forehead and got up. I sighed and did the same. This was our first time. But it wouldn’t be the last.
Originally posted 3/20/2010
