I looked into her eyes and saw only intrigue stare back at me. She was an open canvas, her body was something new to draw on, to create life’s experiences and propagate emotions never felt before.
“Come with me,” I said.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“On a journey, somewhere you want to go,” I smiled, as I watched her lips open slightly before she closed them.
I think she knew where she would end up and I certainly knew where I wanted her to end up.
I had said my piece and I stood to leave, thinking that I could do no more. As I turned my back on her, I heard a ruffle of clothing. She had smoothed her dress down and was treading in my footsteps, following the pied piper of Hamelin.
We didn’t go far, just out of the busy lounge where everyone was chatting and acting silly, balancing full but open coke cans on their noses to see who would last the longest before spilling any. We headed upstairs to my room. I gave a glance over my shoulder to ensure that no one was following us or had seen us leave.
We entered my bedroom and I let her walk past me. She wandered around in a small circle before perching her bottom on the table.
“Will this do?” she asked, leaning back with her hands on the edge of the desk.
I nodded and stared into her eyes. A kiss would have been the right thing to attempt but I didn’t kiss her. I looked into her eyes before looking down at her breasts. Her nipples were prominent and thrusting hard against the thin fabric of her dress. They were the first thing I noticed about her when she sat down on the sofa with her friends — that, and her slim waist. I noticed her eyes and smile too, which seemed to beam in my direction.
Melissa was new to the area, new to our school and had only been in six of my seven classes for the first term of a new year. I had noticed her from the beginning, but it wasn’t until she turned up at my seventeenth birthday party that I knew I wanted to get to know her better.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts; the way she swayed her shoulders from left to right made sure her nipples stayed erect. The sway of her breasts was mesmerising. She couldn’t have had a bra on but I reckoned I was going to find that out pretty soon.
I let my fingers touch her hands and slowly raised both of them, sliding them to her elbow. I looked into her eyes momentarily before dropping my gaze back to her full breasts.
I let my fingers graze the underneath of her swell; a glance at her eyes saw them looking down at my fingertips. The cotton fabric was so smooth and thin. There was hardly anything between my hand and her nipples; a fact that she was well aware of.
On the one hand, I couldn’t believe my luck, and on the other, I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. My hands cupped her breasts, rolling them together, softly pushing them upwards. Her dress rode up her body and it was then that I noticed that she hadn’t sat on it. My fingers made a beeline for one of her nipples. I touched it through the fabric, caressing it in small circles before holding it between my finger and thumb. It was hard and erect and I could see that the aureole around it was deep brown; its puckered surface reacting eagerly to my touch. I pulled on her nipple.
She looked down on it like it wasn’t attached to her. But she gasped at what I had done. I relaxed the pull and I could sense that the other one became just as aroused. With both hands I pulled on her nipples, extending them towards me.
She watched them extend, lifted her head and let out a loud moan through her open lips. I repeated my actions several times and each time her moans became louder. She didn’t tell me to do it but I pinched and twisted both of them at the same time, my fingers squeezing much harder and twisting them around.
She let out a loud gasp, looked me in the eye and smiled. I pulled and twisted them again. Another gasp followed.
I had been with one other girl before Melissa. Nipple play was not on her agenda as she told me that it hurt and was not pleasurable. We explored each other’s body but in a simple way. We didn’t have sex, just fumbled.
I was enjoying being dominant with her nipples, and I was glad that she let me touch them in this way. I had even taken my eyes off them and was now watching her face; her reaction to my actions was unbelievable. She gasped passionately, sucking in air as I pinched and twisted them and a letting out a stuttered release when I let them go.
I had become so involved with playing with her breasts that I hadn’t noticed that her dress had risen and had now formed a V-shape, held up by her hand that had found itself between her thighs. Her legs had opened slightly. I hadn’t seen or felt her move for her to accomplish that, but she must have.
As I played with her nipples, I realised that her fingers were playing with her sex. Her juicy sex.
I became aware of the aroma, her aroma. The smell of her sex suddenly filled the room and my nostrils.
One of my hands left her nipple and I pulled the dress up to her waist. Her finger was inside her mound; it was smooth and it glistened. She suddenly pulled her finger out, and before I knew it she had inserted it between my lips.
I sucked greedily on it. The smell was intoxicating and the taste was – indescribable.
As soon as she did that, my hands were around her bottom pulling her towards me. She fell backwards onto the table but managed to keep herself in an upright position. Her legs eagerly wrapped around me, pulling me against her. I could feel my rock-hard cock contact her slick and smooth sex, and I rubbed myself against her.
She panted and panted, moving her body in a rolling motion like a snake, but nothing was going to happen while I still had my trousers on. I looked into her eyes once more; her stare back towards me didn’t say no, but it didn’t say yes either.
I reasoned that her body was doing all the talking here, and I decided to step back far enough to unbuckle and drop my trousers and pants to the floor. They didn’t get that far. As soon as my cock sprung free, her hand had engulfed it and I suddenly found it nestling between the folds of her lips.
Her legs had once more wrapped around my body, and I looked down at my shaft waiting to impale her. She was still playing with it, wiggling it up and down over her wet slit and pulling on it, making it even harder and even more erect. I had never known it to be that stiff.
I pushed forwards and let it slide all the way inside her. Her body reacted by arching backwards and a loud moan escaped her lips. My fingers found her nipples once more and I squeezed hard, as I retracted my cock before pushing it in again.
Her eyes opened, and with every thrust, she moaned, letting out deep breaths as if my cock was forcing the air out of her lungs for her.
Her breath came faster and faster. I pulled on her nipples, squeezed them and fucked my cock into her while she panted and moaned. I pushed faster and faster and then she started to lift her bottom off the desk and thrust it towards me. Our bodies banged together, making loud slapping noises. Her hands eventually clasped together behind my neck, and she started to ride her orgasm.
That’s when we kissed. That’s when our mouths locked together. Our tongues swirled inside our mouths and we fought against each other’s breath as we brought ourselves to orgasm.
Melissa fucked me as hard as I fucked her. The passion between us was intense. We climbed a mountain where the only way down was to fall off the edge and collapse into each other.
I was pleased that Melissa crashed first. She pulled her mouth away from mine and pulled me in close. With her head on my shoulder and her mouth nestled in the nape of my neck, she screamed. I kept fucking her hard, but I wanted to look over my shoulder to see if anyone had heard us and was making their way into my bedroom.
In the instant of Melissa’s climax, I too fell over the cliff. Spunk shot from the end of my cock as I thrust it inside her. It never occurred to me to pull out; the whole episode had overtaken us and I came inside her without protection and without a thought. The moment took both of us off guard.
For a long time, we gasped and grunted in each other’s embrace, taking in huge lungfuls of air.
This was more than first base and I didn’t know what the protocol was for ejaculating in the woman I had just fucked. Melissa did, it seemed.
I was about to pull out of her pussy, when I realised that my cock was still hard. I reasoned that that shouldn’t happen; it should have gone soft. It always did when I masturbated, but this was a whole new ball game.
Melissa smiled at me. She pulled my bottom towards her thereby answering the burning question as to whether I should pull out.
“Shall we go again?” she asked, looking for the answer in my eyes.
I nodded, pulled my cock backwards and let it thrust back into her waiting pussy.
We started fucking again and this time we both looked into each other’s eyes as our intensity and lust developed.
I realised that what we were doing was far beyond what I wanted to happen, as I encouraged Melissa to follow me upstairs. I thought we may play around a little; I had hoped that I would cop a feel of her breasts, maybe her pussy, and I had hoped that she would feel my cock. After all, I hardly knew her at all.
In the beginning, I had told her that I was taking her on a journey somewhere she wanted to go. I couldn’t believe how confident I was. How sure of myself that she would follow. Perhaps I wasn’t in control after all.
I suddenly realised as I looked into her hungry wolf-like eyes that it was her that was taking me on a journey somewhere I desperately needed to go. And right now, I couldn’t get enough of her and didn’t care who might find us or where that journey would end, or even whether we would survive.
