Lauryn's Boyfriend
Lauryn was never comfortable when Sean was
around. In fact, the twenty year-old would have much preferred
to never see him at all, but he was part of the bigger circle of her
college friends, and there was no way around it. It just made every
gathering more
complicated.
Part of the problem lay with Lauryn
herself. She was a flirt. She meant nothing by it; it
was just the way she interacted with men. She was a very
good flirt, and knew that she had gotten a lot of
false hopes up, but she simply didn't know another way to be.
At five-four with a lean but curvy figure, the honey
blonde received plenty of attention. She just flirted her way through
that attention, keeping it light and fun.
Lauryn also had a boyfriend of three years, Barry. Barry was exquisitely handsome --
tall, dark, and very masculine. He was not particularly warm, but
Lauryn managed to love him, just the same. They were a cute
couple, and they had some good times together. He also
didn't seem to mind her innocent flirting, which made the relationship
a lot smoother than many of hers.
Sean also made himself unfomfortable to be
around. He was as much of a flirt as she was -- and as good of
flirt, as well. A little skinny, he had blonde hair and was
cute enough that he was worth looking at, but nothing like Barry. Even so, when he and Lauryn
had flirted on and off, it had always felt terrifying differently.
She could not put her finger on why, but it always made
her uncomfortable. Probably, it was because she always suspected that
he had a crush on her that went beyond a normal
appreciation of her as a cute girl.
He was the one man she no
longer flirted with. She couldn't. It didn't keep things light
and fun. It made things tense and weird, as if there
was a subtext she did not understand.
Subtext has a
way of becoming apparent -- and unavoidable.
It was close to midnight one late spring day, a big party at the house she and
some friends rented near the campus. Lauryn and a few girls
were talking around a coffee table in the expansive living room. There
were lots of others around, but that didn't seem to
matter. They talked openly and freely. Until Sean walked into the
room. Then Lauryn started to get uneasy.
"So,"
said one of the girls, a strawberry blonde named Kim,
who was feeling her cranberry and Grey Goose, "is it true
that Barry's cock is like this big."
She held her hands in an approximation. Lauryn glanced
at Sean, hoped he wasn't paying attention to their conversation, and
then adjusted Kim's hand positions. Further apart.
The girls laughed hysterically with envy.
Another of the girls, a brunette named Rachel, who may
or may not have lit up earlier in the evening, said,
"That must be the best sex ever."
"Like fucking a
bull god," Kim added with a giggle.
Lauryn checked Sean. He seemed to
be ignoring them. "It's okay," she answered.
"Just okay?" Rachel was surprised.
"It's good, I
mean," Lauryn tried to correct herself. "Really."
Kim cackled. "I think I would
ride that fucker until I couldn't walk!"
Lauryn forced a smile. Truth was, while
she loved Barry and had no intention of leaving him or even of complaining about him, they just weren't
that sparky. She had been enamored of the idea of Barry,
and he had turned out to be very kind, and had not
lost a single ounce of his hotness, but she just
wasn't infatuated with him. They had good times, but she wasn't
googoo over him, big cock or no.
"Are
you guys having problems?" Rachel asked seriously.
"No," Lauryn scoffed. "Not
even close!" She glanced at Sean. He was still ignoring them.
"It's just... I don't know, never mind."
"We mind!" Kim insisted. "Tell us!"
"It's just that being gorgeous doesn't mean Barry's not a
shitty boyfriend,"interjected the fourth girl finally interjected, an auburn-haired bombshell named
Betty. She was the only one in the room who objectively would
have been in Barry's class, but she had never liked
him, and he didn't trust girls that were hotter than him,
so it had never happened for them.
Lauryn winced on Barry's behalf,
but did not exactly object. "He's fine."
Betty
looked at her appraisingly. "I'll bet he just lays in bed
and makes you do all the work."
"No!"
Lauryn objected. He wasn't that bad. He was fine. She had
said that. He was fine. They were fine. Their sex was fine.
Fine! Frustrated, she stood up. She glanced at Sean. Thankfully
he seemed to have missed everything. "I'm done with this conversation,"
she declared. "I'm going for a swim."
With that, Lauryn went upstairs to
change. Before she pulled on her suit, she looked at herself
in the mirror. She was pretty happy with her body. She might have made
her breasts either bigger so they'd be really impressive, or smaller
so they'd be perkier. She probably would have liked fuller lips, and
she would have definitely preferred less elven ears. But, basically,
she thought she was a pretty enough girl. She had sweet
eyes, she thought, and a cute butt.
Sighing, she remembered
how she used to stand in front of this mirror
to masturbate. She used to imagine the hands that she was
watching move over her body were Barry's.
God, she had always wanted him. And when she got
him, she had been really into him. He was sweet enough,
and he never neglected or abused her. But he had never seemed
quite as excited to have landed her as she felt
to have landed him. And soon that had taken its toll
and her own excitement had gone down.
She ran her hands across her breasts and
tried to imagine that they were Barry's like she had done before,
but she just couldn't conjure the image up. He was a
nice guy and a devout boyfriend, but, as Lauryn's mother had
insisted for so many years, love was about loyalty and dedication, not
about romance and excitement. It was not unpleasant, just a
different sort of pleasant. Lauryn smiled -- weakly, but still smiled.
It was real love, not Hollywood love.
She pulled on a
two piece swimsuit with powder-blue and white horizontal stripes and then
glanced out the window. It was crowded.
She felt more like being alone
with her thoughts. She had become moody, as often happened when she
spent too much time thinking about Barry. She would crash
the neighbor's pool, which was behind a privacy fence. They were
gone for a week and wouldn't care.
She walked downstairs and got plenty of looks
as she did. She definitely had a body for a swimsuit. She appreciated the looks, but only after she'd
glanced around to make sure Sean was nowhere to be seen.
She would normally have walked slowly and flirted her way around the
room, but since she wanted to be alone, that didn't
make any sense. She slipped out as quietly as she could
and padded over to the neighbor's backyard.
The water was cool and calm and it felt refreshing
as she slipped into it. She swam lazily around a few
times before settling in to just float.
She was
drifting in her own private world, floating lazily on her back, arms
stretched out, legs slightly spread, when suddenly she heard a
voice say, "This is like every dream I have, except that
it's a pool instead of my bed."
Startled, Lauryn yelped, and
splashed into the water. Treading water and spluttering, she turned
until she saw Sean standing at the edge of the pool
wearing trunks. "What are you doing here?"
"You're lonely," he said, sitting on the edge of
the pool, and dipping his feet in.
She felt his eyes on her, and she became
acutely aware of one of the reasons she was uncomfortable with Sean. Men
always looked at cute girls. Perverted men always leered at them.
Lauryn was used to those kind of looks. But when Sean looked
at her, it was almost as if she could feel
his eyes physically caressing her face. She swam further away from
him before finally objecting, "I'm not lonely."
"You are," he insisted, but
his voice was gentle, not bullying. "I know your moods. I know
when you're happy with your friends, when you're excited to
see Barry, when you're uncomfortable with me around, and when you're
lonely after thinking too much about Barry."
Lauryn felt herself blush, but she did not
yet concede him anything. "How could you?"
"Because
I love you," he said very matter-of-factly.
"You what? Are you high?"
He ignored that suggestion. "Ever since poli sci class," he
explained. "You were the smartest person in the room, even smarter than
Dr. Kennedy, but you were way too nice a person
to upstage him or to gloat over the rest of us
students. Brilliant and sweet. I was hooked."
"I forgot you were in that class," Lauryn
said, fighting a sudden urge to look at him. She the the water
around her to distract herself with the play of the waves. She
heard him slip into the water, though, and couldn't help but look. He only took a few
strokes and then tread water, not really approaching her. And she
realized one of the other reasons she was uncomfortable with Sean. He
was no Barry, objectively, but he was still cute, and
there was something about his looks that was endearing and even
attractive. Lauryn paddled a little further away.
"I heard
you guys talking about Barry," Sean said.
Lauryn grimaced. She'd
been trying to be so careful. "Oh."
"They were all wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"He's not a bad guy," Sean told her, gently
moving himself closer to her through the water. It was very casual
and non-threatening. She did not back away. He went on,
"He's a nice guy. I know him a little. There's nothing
wrong with Barry and his monster cock."
At that Lauryn both burst out laughing and turned bright pink
with embarrassment. She plunged under the water to collect herself before re-emerging.
When she surfaced, hair slicked to her, water dripping from
her face and upper body, she saw that Sean was closer.
She didn't move. "Thanks," she said weakly.
"The problem
is that he doesn't love you enough."
"What do you mean?" Lauryn asked, not
sure she wanted to hear an answer.
Sean paused
for a moment and looked at her very carefully. She
could feel his eyes slowly moving over every inch of her.
She bit the inside of her cheek.
Finally, Sean said, "Are you
the most beautiful girl in the world?"
"No," Lauryn laughed, not sure why he would
ask that or what it had to do with what they'd been talking
about. Then she noticed his eyes. They were so deep and sincere
that it almost hurt her to look into them. His face
was full of something that was like desire, but unlike desire as
she normally experienced it. There was hunger, but there was
also concern. Fire flickered in his eyes, but there was almost
a hint of tears dampening their edges.
It was too much for Lauryn. She swam to
the edge of the pool and turned away. She could not look
at him any longer. She grabbed the edge. She wanted to
climb out and run away, but she didn't understand what it was
she would be fleeing, so she stayed. Silent and still.
She heard him swimming slowly closer to her. She tensed. She
wasn't sure it was anticipation or fear.
"That's the problem with Barry,"
Sean said, his voice rich with earnestness.
He was almost directly behind her. She
thought about diving. She thought about jumping. She
felt like she should escape somehow, but as frightened as she was,
she desperately wanted to stay, to hear more. This... this
whatever this was... this moment... It felt unlike anything she'd ever
felt before, and she wanted to keep feeling like this, but it
was so new she didn't know what to make of
it. All she knew is that she had never felt like
this when Barry was talking to her.
Sean continued, right behind her. "If he loved your
body as much as I do, he would know you were
the most beautiful girl in the world."
He slipped his arms
around her waist from behind. Lauryn began trembling. She didn't
know why. She certainly had no idea what to do about
it. But she was trembling deep inside.
Sean bent close to
her neck and said, "And if he loved your heart as much
as I do, he would not be able to sleep
at night unless he was sure you, too, knew you were
the most beautiful girl in the world."
She felt his lips against the back of her
neck, her shoulder blades, the side of her throat. She closed
her eyes and rolled her head back. His hands caressed her
stomach. He pulled her against him. The soft, sweet
touches of his lips became true kisses, as he tasted her flesh and adored her beauty. Lauryn breathed hard.
She knew she shouldn't let him do this, but she couldn't
bring herself to stop him. She knew she should feel ashamed, but
she felt nothing of the sort. She felt for this
instant in time, she was the most important woman in the
world, and that was an incredible feeling.
Sean kissed under her ear and ran his tongue
all around the delicate shape of her lobe. He kissed the base
of her throat, moaning low as he did. This sent shivers
through Lauryn's body and she pressed herself back against
him. His hands slid up her front to cup her breasts through
her swimsuit. As he massaged them lovingly, the fires of his
passion tampered instinctively by his gentle adoration of her,
Lauryn's mind flash back to when she masturbated in front of the
mirror. To the hands on her breasts. Her own
hands. Imagined to be Barry's. But Barry's real hands had always fallen
short. She lifted the cups of her swimsuit top, giving Sean
access to the bare flesh of her breasts. And he he touched
them, groping and caressing, squeezing their flesh and toying with
their nipples, she let out a satisfied groan. His hands were
better than the ones in the mirror.
Lauryn turned her head as far
back as she could, suddenly desperate to taste Sean's mouth. Their lips
met in an awkward, incomplete and oddly angled kiss, but
their lips and tongues didn't care. They fought for every bit
of soft, wet contact they could get.
She
could feel Sean getting hard against her backside, and, speaking from a
place of pure emotion deep inside her, a place she
didn't even recognize existed until after she'd spoken, Lauryn panted, "Make
me understand, Sean. Please, make me understand."
She hoped he understood what she meant.
It was crude and obscene. Nothing like she would ever have
imagined doing, but she was overwhelmed by his desire
and she wanted to let it wash over her completely. She
pulled herself partly up over the the edge of the pool. The
top half of her was mostly out of the water,
her exposed breasts hanging pornographically free. She arched her back, presenting
her lower half to him in water.
Sean did understand. He wriggled out of
his trunks, letting them float in the neighbor's pool.
He pulled her swimsuit bottom aside, clutched at her hips, and
pressed himself slowly into her, as if savoring every little bit of
her as he went. His hands on her hips were
firm as they held her in place so that he could
do her from behind in the water.
"Yes!" she
cried out as he stroked her. His cock was not as big
as Barry's. He was not as strong as Barry. But
there was something about this that already far surpassed even the
best sex she'd had with her boyfriend.
"Yes!" she cried out again as
his hard love explored her insides, every thrust seeming to find
a new spot, a new angle, a new place to touch her
and learn her. It wasn't great because it was kinky.
She wasn't a kinky girl. She wasn't even thinking really about
how naughty and dirty they were being.
"Yes!" she cried out a third time as his strokes got harder and faster. He always
seemed to be trying to go deeper. Even though she knew
it was his cock, she felt like it was all of him.
All of him, trying to crawl up inside her. Trying
to get to know the inside of the girl he said
was the most beautiful in the world.
Sean grunted, "I love you so much, Lauryn. I'm
sorry our first time is like this. It should have been
so much more beautiful. So much sweeter."
Lauryn gave out a sharp, pinched cry and felt
her inner walls spasm around Sean. It was a strangely intimate
orgasm, as if the spasms were her way of letting him feel the
beating of her heart. She gave out a startled sound, though,
when she felt him pull off the bottom of her swimsuit and
lift her by the hips up in the air. He then
lowered her down onto his face, eating her with an abandon she
had never known. It was messy and noisy, like a
child plunging into a desert face first. She could not imagine
Barry ever giving himself over so fully.
Her boyfriend was plenty
good with his mouth, but this was something else entirely. This
wasn't about technique or excellence. This was about his sheer delight in
her body, and the emotional feedback cycle created when he
fed off her pleasure, driving him to pleasure her more, and
giving her even higher senses of joy.
It
was not long before she reached another climax, this one
marked by a series of quicker, sharper explosions. She could feel
her fluids pouring out over his face.
As soon as she was able, Lauryn crawled off
and rolled to her back. She looked at him, his face red from
exertion, glistening with her juices, dripping with her love.
She tugged on his arms, pulling him out of the water. Laying flat on
her back, she took him in her mouth. It was not
her best blow job, but it was the most desperate she could
remember. Tongue and lips lashed wetly about his hot head
and shaft. She sucked hard and then slurped nosily. She even
whimpered a little as she did so.
She could feel him bulging as he got close,
and she pulled him out of her mouth. "Your face is so beautiful," she said breathlessly,
stroking him slowly but evenly. "Covered in me." She stroked a
little faster. "I want the same thing." She'd never even considered taking
a facial before, but she wanted to bathe in his
love as he had bathed in hers, and just a few
more strokes later she got her wish.
Eyes wide open and locked on his, mouth wide open with
tongue only partly out, she allowed her face to be lashed by
seven or eight hard shots. Then, as if that wasn't
enough, she rubbed his slick cock all over her face and
neck, wiping it clean on her skin.
"I love you so much, Lauryn," Sean gushed,
falling on top of her and kissing her mouth directly and fully for the first time. It was deep, probing
kiss. He had already shot his load. She had experienced several
orgasms. But there was a deeper hunger in them now than the
drive toward climax. They could taste their own juices on
the other's mouth, as their smeared faces melded into one, but
they were not discouraged in the least.
It was Sean
who finally broke the kiss, so they could catch their breath
and look into each other's eyes. "I'm so sorry," he apologized. "I
didn't mean for this to happen. I mean, I wanted
it. And I know I started it. But I didn't mean
to make you . . . "
Lauryn rolled them over, so that she was on
top, straddling his waist. She removed the top of her swimsuit and flung
it into the neighbor's yard. But the expression on her face
was serious, even a little angry. It was not in the least
seductive. "Don't you ever fucking apologize for this again," she
demanded. "This is the most beautiful moment of my life you
son of a bitch. Don't cheapen it."
Sean's answer was to pull her down into a kiss, that
continued for several minutes, during wich his heands cupped her
breasts. Just after giving her tongue a particularly noisely slurp, he
said, "I've loved you for three years."
"I don't understand how, but I think I'm falling
in love with you, Sean," Lauryn admitted.
"You fell in love with
me a a year and a half ago," Sean suggested,
rolling them so they were on their sides. His hand caressed
her legs, just occasionally brushing her vulva.
"Oh really?" Lauryn doubted with a laugh, using her own
hands to return his manhood to arousal.
"Really," Sean said,
allowing his fingers to linger longer on her. "The night you
were going to break up with Barry."
"My birthday," Lauryn remembered, her index finger
now probing directly at Sean's prostate while the palm of the
same hand rubbed warmly against his testicles.
Sean slipped a finger inside her
and moved it very gently about. "You were pissed off
because Barry made a big celebration, and you never celebrate your
birthday because your mom didn't survive childbirth."
Lauryn was now stroking him
outright, getting him near to erection again. This wasn't exactly a sexy
topic of conversation, but it felt very intimate, and somehow,
with Sean, talking this during sex not only seemed right, but
seemed very arousing. "That's right," she agreed.
"But then you found a wreath in your
room and some lilies, with a card that said, 'The party was
for those who love you and want to celebrate their
time with you. This is for you, to remember the wonderful
woman who gave you to us. Barry.'"
"It made me so happy I bawled for
an hour. So I didn't break up with him, but I
never understood why he was able to connect with me like that
in the card but never again after." And then Lauryn's
eyes went wide, as she understood. "Sean, that touched me so
much, why did you sign Barry's name?"
"You'd already
lost your mom. I didn't want your birthday to also be
the day you lost your dream boyfriend."
Lauryn threw her leg over Sean's
side and pulled his renewed erection into her. Wordlessly they made slow,
gentle love. The movements of their hips were measured and
easy. Their hands glided lightly over one another's bodies. Their eyes
never broke contact, their smiles never dimmed.
It was timeless love-making. There was no
hurry, no urgency, just an overwhelming enjoyment.
When finally their bodies began begging more, Lauryn took the lead.
"Get up on one knee," she said.
Sean did not quite understand, but he didn't
question her. He moved so that he was kneeling on his left
knee. Lauryn mirrored him, kneeling on her right knee, and
curling her left leg over his right knee. It was perhaps a
strange looking tangle, but it brought them incredibly close together, and pulled
him very deep inside her. Sean thrust his helps, flexing his
right leg under her and lifting his left knee just slightly from
the ground. Lauryn contracted her body into the thrusts, keeping
his penetration incredibly deep, and allowing every bounce to bring her
hard nipples into contact with his chest.
It was hard work, requiring both concentration and physical
effort, but it was both intensely intimate and physically exciting.
As the excitement built for both of them, the movement became
more erratic, but their eyes remained locked.
"Some day," Sean promised, "I'm going to stay inside
you and let ourselves truly become one."
Lauryn surprised herself by saying, "I love you so much, Sean, I
don't want you to pull out. I want all of
you inside me. I want you to fill me. I'll never
regret anything that happens because of this."
"God, I love you so much."
"Get up
on your feet," Lauryn begged, wrapping her arms around him as
tightly as she could. "But stay crouched."
Sean embraced her as tightly as she embraced
him and stood, immediately lowering himself into a crouch. She
spread her legs wide, straddling his legs. There was no way
they could maintain this position for long, but she didn't intend them too.
This was even more intimate, their contact deep and smooth. He
was driving almost his entire force along her g-spot and then deep
past her tightest walls. Their embrace remained close, her breasts
flattened against his chest. She sucked and bit at his shoulder
as he drove her higher and higher.
"Please, Sean," she pleaded. "I
want to feel you explode inside me."
Mere moments later, he did just
that, growling loud and ramming himself as deep as he could.
As soon as he had climaxed, he collapsed into a sitting position.
He reached up to her red, throbbing womanhood. Her own
lubricants and his semen dribbled down her legs. With thumb and
middle finger, he exposed her pulsing clitoris.
Grinning, he took it between his lips and
sucked as hard as he could, simultaneously pressing his tongue
against the tip. Lauryn literally hunched over as her sore, aching
thighs convulsed with an intense, deep orgasm.
The two fell into
an exhausted pile of satisfied flesh, and drifted to sleep,
limbs entangled and bodies marked and sore. They didn't wake until
sunrise. The start of a new day.
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"Lauryn's
Boyfriend"
A Romantic Erotica
by Alice Shayne
Copyright, 2010
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