Saturday night rolled around and I was getting fresh and clean for the night out. L invited me to to a going away party for a friend and I said yes, of course. I drove to L’s house and waited for her and her roommate to finish getting ready. Finally, we headed to her friend’s place, but not before stopping to pick up a case of Miller Lite from a nearby grocery store. We finally get to the party and the drinking, talking and good times commence. By evening’s end one of her friends and her roommate and I headed to a place called Tara Rising in Chicago. We played pool, listened to a live rock band and then the juke box for the rest of the night. I discovered that L was seriously into dance music so we did a little of that. I failed to mention that she looked smokin’, so much so that one of the guys came up to me when I was at the Jukebox and gave me some dap while at the same time telling me my lady looked fine. He incorrectly assumed that L was my girl, but I was cool. When I got back to L and company we laughed at the drunk guys hitting on the desperate women. One of the women had a full cast on her leg and we watched in amazement as one of the guys started massaging the grubby toes poking out of the dirtied end of the cast. It was gross and hilarious at the same time and so we laughed and drank some more. By night’s end it was early morning and we headed back to L’s place. I slept the entire ride.
When we got back to her place she invited me to stay the night. Since I had started my monthly, I knew not much would be happening in the way of intimacy so it was somewhat of a bitter sweet invitation. In fact, I was dead set on getting some sleep since I knew we both had a long day ahead. Well, she had to work and I had to relax and enjoy my Sunday before the new week began. We ended up laying in bed talking about family, relationships, love and how her parents met. It was sweet. I also learned that her mom was the romantic and her dad wasn’t. Oddly enough, I met her mom that night, indirectly. She had to stop by her parents place before heading to the party. So, we lay there discussing the fact that she herself isn’t very romantic, but I told her I had more than enough romantic bones in my body for the both of us. We laid there and after a while the temperature started to rise. No really, it was getting warm because we were fully clothed, so I removed my shirt, but I left on my beater.
I laid back down, but on my stomach this time. I felt her put her arm on my back and she started rubbing it a little. It felt good, but I wasn’t sure where to begin since it was a long time since I was intimate with a woman. I lamely asked for a kiss, a peck to be exact and she was all too willing. I couldn’t just stop with one so I proceeded to give her 3 or 4 small kisses. I laid back and then reached over and placed my fingers on the small of her back, where skin against skin made erotic contact. I rubbed her back, felt her warm flesh against my fingertips flare. I couldn’t tell if that was because of the heat we generated or the electricity her body created within me. She leaned forward a little and I knew she wanted another kiss, so I gave her one. I felt her tongue find mine and I responded in kind, for I wanted it too. I pulled her closer as we kissed and she worked her way on top of me. But only after I unsnapped her bra in about 1.5 seconds flat. She was slightly impressed. I still had that, at least. Now I wanted to taste her breasts, I wanted them in between my lips and so I took them and began to lick and suck both very gently. That’s what I did. And I alternated between kissing her lips and sucking her tongue as if they were my life’s sustenance. She felt as good as she tasted, but little did I know that I was in for another treat. I traced my mouth up and down her chest to her neck and I found her lips again and again. At some point my instinct kicked in and I held her. The embrace was intense, at least it was for me.
We were silent and I loved that the most. All action — and the sound of our lips meeting as if they were reacquainting lovers. I held her close and then guided her onto her back where I ended up on top and could feel her sex thrusting upward, into me, needing me. I responded, grinding my lower body into hers, slowly at first but passionately thereafter. She felt damn good. We were both topless by then and she began to play with me. No insecurity there for her mouth felt heavenly and she was gentle. That threw me off a bit, but I loved it. I wanted to taste her and taste her I did. She smelled sweet and good and I went slow because I wanted to indulge all night long. I thought I couldn’t be any more turned on until I felt her hand on mine and she guided it down to that secret, inviting place, which was wet like the rain and she wanted more of me to be inside of her. And so I did. While inside I continued having my treat and she tasted, mmm, like a feast. I stuffed myself and she came. I returned to my feast, much less vigorously and again, she came. By then, I was a beast and wanted more, but she couldn’t take any more of my loving. So when I came back up, leaving a trail of kisses along the way, she kissed me while kissing herself.
Later on she laid there in my arms and I dreamed of being inside of her again. She wanted to please me too, but I reminded her and the look of disappointment made me secretly smile. Later that morning, around 9, I left. It was early, but I didn’t want to get kicked out later on, you know how it is. You have to know when to leave. Plus, I didn’t want her thinking me clingy, which I am not, so I kissed the back of her neck and made sure to turn the lock before I left. I had a good time and I was sure to let her know. She said she felt the same, and that we’d see where all this goes.