The next Friday night, we went to a light meal and a movie. I brought her home instead of dropping her off at her mom’s house. She had been looking for an apartment but kept telling me she liked houses better, she just couldn’t afford one right now.
“What are we doing here?”
I answered her truthfully.
“I’m not sure. Good things, I hope.”
Then I leaned over and kissed her, hard. We didn’t get out of the car for thirty minutes. If my neighbors had looked across the street and into my garage they would have been treated to Jen sliding out of the car, wearing a black skirt and nothing else. If they would have had their windows open they would have heard her telling me to forget the damn clothes and unlock the door. If they had looked closely they would have seen me struggling to get my pants off, and lose my balance as I fell out of the car.
Maybe they would have heard her scream as I yanked her skirt off, showing off her bare bottom, the panties discovered later hanging off my rear view mirror.
I had her on the couch, with my tongue in her slit before she knew what was going on. She liked the smooth look, and she apologized the next day for being so rough, if she had known we were going to be intimate she would have shaved that day. It was a bit rough on my cheeks, but at the time I wanted her so bad I’d have stuck my tongue through barbed wire to get to that little honeypot. I worked her over with fingers and tongue until she had two orgasms, the first screaming, the second whimpering.
I finally let her pull me up. She jammed her lips on to mine for a few seconds, reaching down to grab the titanium bar my dick had turned into, guiding it into her.
“Don’t be gentle!” she hissed, “We’ll make love later. Right now I need you to fuck the shit out of me!”
I slammed into her so hard her stubble felt like little needles on my skin. I knocked her off the couch and she ended up on top of me, pounding up and down as hard as she could. I grabbed a nipple and twisted, and she came on the spot. We rolled over again and ended up with her torso supported by the couch while I thrust into her from behind.
I’d like to say it went on for hours, but it was only ten minutes at the most. I collapsed on top her as she had her last orgasm. I had come so hard it felt like the first two inches of my dick had blown off. We lay there gasping for a few minutes before I pulled her up and dragged her to the bedroom.
We snuggled under the sheets vowing to do great things to each other, but ended up dozing off. She woke me two hours later, stroking my hard dick until she deemed me ready, then lay back and pulled me to her.
“Gentle this time. Love me.”
So I did. For the first twenty minutes, until lust took over and we were at it again, and we actually made the bed move with our efforts.
We lay entwined while our breathing returned to normal, dozing off again.
I woke the next morning, alone. She came in with a cup of coffee, wearing one of my shirts.
“Get up, sleepyhead! I made coffee. I’m going to shower now, then we’ll talk.”
She tossed off the shirt, and I got to take a good look at her. I could see bruises on her hips and thighs, and a dark bite on her left breast.
I stumbled to the kitchen, smiling.
She came in a few minutes later, in my old robe, with a towel over her head. She was moving slowly.
“Are you all right?”
She smiled.
“I always thought it was so much bullshit when my girlfriends said they had fucked until they walked funny. Now I know the truth. And don’t you dare apologize for it. That was the best night I’ve ever had, period.”
“I feel the same way. And truth be told, I’m a little sore myself. And it was the best time I’ve ever had, sexually speaking.”
She actually blushed with pleasure.
“Thank you. Let’s see if we can top that, but not right now. I need nourishment, what’s for breakfast?”
We had a companionable breakfast that we fixed together. I went outside and gathered our discarded clothes, while Jen stood in the door and giggled. She took my car, went home and got more clothes. We went to a movie, then lay around, not doing much.
After a little fooling around on the couch, we made a collective decision that we weren’t really that sore. No pain, no gain, it gets better with practice, etc.
She surprised me by giving me a really, really nice blow job early in the afternoon. I don’t know what they taught women on the west coast, but it made me want to send a thank you note. She came up, wiping her mouth.
“There, I meant to do that last night but got swept away. Now you’ll last longer tonight.”