Lindsey's Special Night
Lindsey knew she should dress sexier for
their special night, but she didn't really have any sexy clothes,
nor the
money to buy them. At twenty, she'd
never really had a reason to dress that way until
now. She'd had a few boyfriends, but not that made her feel the way that Devin
did -- and she certainly never felt sexy in her own right. Devin
was changing
that.
Everything negative she said about herself,
Devin countered. She said she was short; he said she was
petite. She said she hair that couldn't make up its mind what
color it was; he said she had wheat blonde hair that shifted shades
in different light. She said she used a lot of eye-liner to
distract from her plain brown eyes; he said, she used just enough
eye liner to add
some edge and flash to her mocha
eyes. She said she worked out too much to still
have as full a butt and chest as she had; Devin said, "My god, you work
out so much you're in great shape but you still have an amazing
butt and
chest."
All of her self-consciousness was being
turned
into self-respect, and she loved Devin for
that. All of his physical compliments were matched by emotional
and intellectual ones. She wasn't shy, she was reserved. She wasn't a bookworm, she was intelligent.
She wasn't clinging to her childhood; she was in touch with the little
girl inside
her.
And for all that, Devin never pressured her
to have sex. She loved him for that, too. She was a
virgin, and while she had no moral commitment to staying that way,
she did have a personal commitment to being the one
to decide when she lost it, and
to whom she lost it. The easiest way to drive
Lindsey to a break-up was to pressure her into sex. Devin hadn't done that for the
year they'd been dating, and tonight he was going to reap the reward
for that
patience.
Originally, when she first decided she was
ready to make love to her boyfriend, Lindsey had conceived of a
long, romantic evening with a lot of sweet sentiment wrapped around
increasing sexual tension. The closer they had
gotten to the evening, the less idealistic she had become.
When she had called Devin at lunch, she had said, "Okay, I'm too nervous. Forget the
dinner and all that other stuff, when I come over, we're just going
to do
it."
She had felt bold, brash, and more than a
little silly, but Devin had not complained. It was true,
too. Her nerves were a wreck, and she didn't handle
nervous anticipation well. Her pulse raced all
day, and her breathing was rapid. Her stomach was so
knotted she couldn't eat, and couldn't drink anything but water. It was impossible for her to
focus on anything. She wanted this to happen, but she also needed it
to get
over.
Lindsey had a lot of built-up sex
drive. She had all the normal hormones and drives, more than
some of
her friends she thought, but she had
literally never gone farther than kissing and she didn't even
masturbate much. She had never masturbated to a point of orgasm. Her drive was super-charged at
this point and the thought of finally being so close to release was
more than
exciting.
Additionally, she was nervous. Devin
was much more experienced. He'd lost his virginity at fourteen
and had been with several girls. Lindsey knew some of them,
and in her
estimation they were all significantly hotter than
she was. She was sure her naked body would be
a disappointment to her boyfriend, and equally certain that her inexperience would make her a poor
lover. That fear made the prospect of the night as much terrifying as
it was
exciting.
When she drove over to Devin's house,
lacking sexy clothes, she was wearing tight jeans and a
cream-colored short-sleeved cotton top with a low V-neck. Her
panties and bra were simple a simple
matching set in pink cotton with subtle
lacy frills that were more just girlie than they were
alluring. She wore her long hair pulled half-back. It was his favorite style, so at least
she could do that for him even if she didn't have lingerie or
a scandalous
skirt.
The walk up his sidewalk was the longest
walk of her life. Half of her
wanted to run to the door. Half
of her wanted to run away. They balanced out into
a slow, careful walk. She was trembling enough that her legs felt unsteady. Her mouth was
dry. Her heart was pounding. She was about to have sex. With the
man she
loved.
She could
hardly believe
it.
Devin didn't make her knock. He'd
been watching for her apparently and opened
the door as soon as she was close. She looked
at the smile on his face and smiled back, even through her anxiety and excitement. On
the doorstep, Devin pulled her into an easy embrace and kissed her mouth
deeply but
softly.
Lindsey felt arousal
flame inside
her.
"I love you so much," she breathed
into his
mouth.
"I love you too," he managed to reply through an increasingly wet flurry of
tongues and lips. "Are you sure you're ready for this? I don't want
to pressure
you."
Lindsey clutched at his chest. "Oh my god, Devin, I
am so
ready."
She was, too. She was still scared of
what he would think of her, but she both wanted and needed this to
happen. Devin was taller than her. He was not bulked up
in any way, but he was cute and in good enough
shape. He had dark hair and pale
blue eyes. His skin and teeth were perfect. He had
a dimple on his left cheek. His hands were strong and clean. She had wanted him
badly for a long time. There was no way she was turning back
from this
moment.
Devin pulled his girlfriend into the
house and shut the door. He pressed her gently against
it, now kissing her more aggressively. His hands massaged her breasts through her clothes. Lindsey slid
her hands up under his shirt to feel the bare skin of his
abdomen and
chest.
"I've never wanted anybody
like I want you," Devin told her, untucking the hem of her top
from her
jeans.
"Don't be too disappointed," she whispered
her breath catching as she felt his hands on the cool, soft skin
of her
belly.
"In what?"
he asked, kissing her throat just under her chin and then kissing just
under her
ear.
Lindsey made a
gentle noise of arousal. Her body had
never felt like this before. It was already almost more
than she knew how to handle. "In me," he said. "I know you love me anyway,
but I know I'm not as hot as other girls. Just please don't
be too
disappointed."
Devin hoisted his girlfriend by the
hips, pressing her against the door with
all his strength. Her legs instinctively spread for him, then
wrapped loosely around his waist. He bent down to kiss her chest through her shirt. His
mouth was open and wet, the kisses obscene enough to soak the fabric
with his
saliva.
"Lindsey, love," he told he, "first of all,
I've never met a girl with as pretty a face or as gorgeous a body as
you." He groaned like an animal, rubbing his face all over her
chest. She felt her
nipples hardening in response to all this
attention, even through the barrier of clothing. "Second of all,"
Devin continued, "I want more of you than just your body. I want your heart, your
mind, your essence. I want to feel and share and bathe in everything
that you
are."
"Devin," she whimpered,
and then said nothing more. She was beyond words at that point. Her body was in
one pleasure zone, her heart was in another, and her mind was torn
between the
two.
Her boyfriend gently lowered her to her feet
and then took her to the bedroom. For several minutes, the
couple rolled around
on top of the covers, kissing and
groping with the intensity of long-built passion finally having a
release and finding that release inspiration for even greater passion. It was a spiral that captured
them in a mad tangle. Hands exploring bodies. Mouths tasting skin and flesh.
Bodies pressed
together.
Suddenly, both their shirts were off.
They kissed as
Devin unfastened Lindsey's bra. The moment her
breasts were freed, his mouth was all over them. Lindsey
had always assumed that girls let guys kiss their boobs just because the guys liked them.
She had never realized she would receive pleasure from having them kissed --
but she
did.
Devin's
mouth ravaged her chest. Lindsey lost track of how many
hickeys he covered her flesh with, but she treasured every one of them. Her nipples got
harder than she realized they could, and she felt something inside her grow
warm and
needful.
He unzipped her jeans and
began rubbing her through her pink panties.
She was already damp, and only grew more so. His
touch was firm and strong, but it did not hurt. It did not feel demanding or
violent. It simply felt like he knew what he wanted, and what he
wanted was
her.
So far he did not seem
even slightly
disappointed.
Lindsey groaned
and arched her back under him, reaching down to unzip his pants and
return the
favor.
She didn't get a chance
to rub at his boxers for long, though. Almost as
soon as she started to, Devin scooted down and removed her shoes and then her jeans.
The entire time, his eyes were locked on hers. There were silent flames
in their
gaze.
Once
she was down to socks and panties,
though, Lindsey suddenly felt very vulnerable and nervous again. She
knew he could see the shadow of her bush, the outline of her vulva, the wetness
of her arousal. She knew he could probably smell her arousal, too. She
felt terrifyingly
exposed.
That terror vanished quickly, though, as
Devin pulled her left sock off and began kissing
the top of her foot very gently.
He then swirled his tongue around and between her toes.
Then he did the same for the other foot. Then, he took her big toe in
his mouth, closed his wet lips around it and sucked ever-so gently, swishing
his tongue
about.
Lindsey groaned and arched
her back again. She cupped the tops of her own breasts and kneaded them. It was
not as good as his mouth, but it was surprisingly satisfying in this
stage of
arousal.
Devin did not linger for long on her
feet. Once her nervousness was clearly gone again, he
slid his mouth down the inside her
right leg, all the way up to her inner thigh.
He kissed her flesh there and then bit gently at it. Lindsey gasped as he then
rotated his head and placed his open mouth against the crotch of her
panties and
sucked.
There was no more groaning or back-arching.
This time she cried out and lunged for him. She had never imagined anything feeling like
that. The pleasure was so sharp and so intense, it almost hurt. She
pushed him
away.
Devin kissed the top of her thigh and rolled the top of her panties down a
couple inches, revealing the start of her bush. "It's okay," he assured her.
"Just relax,
love."
He
kissed the top of her other thigh and rolled the panties a little bit further down.
"It's okay," he said again. "I just want to see how beautiful you
are down
there."
Wordlessly, Lindsey lifted her backside from the bed and let him pull her
panties the rest of the way off. She bit her lip nervously, waiting
for his
response.
"So beautiful," he gushed, starting
between her
legs.
In a flash, his mouth was back at her
crotch, this time with no panties intervening. The pleasure
was even sharper, even more intense. The intimacy of feeling
her boyfriend's mouth
on her sex was something she had
not been prepared for. She knew people did this. She
had not expected to do it and had not anticipated what it would feel like to
look down and see the gorgeous man she loved tasting the most secret
part of
her.
His tongue worked her lips apart with firm
strokes. He hummed and breathed and cooed. He told her
how good she tasted. How wonderful she smelled. How
beautiful she was. He sucked and
licked and stabbed with his tongue. Lindsey
wanted to push him away, wanted to tell him she
couldn't handle this, but she was too lightheaded to do anything more than lay back and
squirm. Besides, she was almost as scared of him stopping as she was
of him
continuing.
The longer his
mouth remained active on her, the amore
aggressive he became and the more she was reduced to
simply thrashing, side to side, up and down, helpless in the clutches of a new pleasure
so warm and over-powering that she didn't know how to understand it, let
alone control
it.
Devin knew, though. He knew how to control
her pleasure, and he knew how to read her body's responses. He proved it when he
started her by suddenly pulling his mouth off her saying, "Get ready to
lose your
mind."
"I already have," she assured him, her voice
thin and
high-pitched.
"No," he said, almost
laughing. "You
haven't."
And
he was
right.
For in the next few moments, her whole world
changed forever. It would be difficult to
overstate just how different life for a
young woman can be after her first orgasm. The answer
to a great mystery is suddenly revealed, and her body and soul become acutely connected for
a moment, and if she were to treasure that moment, it could change
everything about
her.
Devin brought her to that point by slipping
her clitoris between tightly pursed lips and sucking repeatedly
while flicking it hard with the underside of his tongue. At
the same time, he slid two fingers inside her slit and moved each in
a different random pattern, rubbing every part of her throbbing
insides and working up a volume
of wetness that she didn't know she
was capable of producing. Soon, she was clawing at his
head and screaming. Simultaneously, she wriggled as if to escape the painful pleasure, and thrust herself
up against his face and his hand as if to never let that
sweet agony
end.
She had never understood why women would
curse or act surprised at the moment before climax, but she had
never understood what it felt
like. As Devin drove her ever closer,
Lindsey was overcome by something like vertigo. Her body was
flushed with warmth and her mind reeled as it felt as if she were being pushed,
ready to flip head over heels on her way down from the top
of a
building.
"Oh god oh god oh god," she squealed,
hating how scared she sounded. Embarrassed by how corny it sounded. But she
couldn’t help
it.
Devin sucked and lapped at her clit
as if it were his favorite candy. His two fingers
inside her formed a single blade with which he gently but firmly stabbed underneath her cervix.
Every thrust, every lick, every suck, pushed her closer and closer to tumbling,
head over
heels.
"Oh god oh god oh god," she whimpered.
Then, without warning, she flipped, and she cried out, "Noooooooo!"
as
everything inside her felt liked it turned
inside out and upside down. Her body charged and twitched.
She was so warm. Her thighs were soaked. She felt herself spasm within herself. As the
adrenaline subsided just a little, the no turned to a pleading yes, and
begging for
more.
Devin smiled and moved back up her
body. His hands replaced hers on her breasts. He was
hard inside his boxers and jeans, and he began to grind against her
naked wetness. He sucked gently on her lower lips. She
could taste herself on his mouth and it was shocking, but she wanted
him too bad to be turned off by it. As she ran her tongue over
his lips and worked more deeply into the
kiss she realized that the taste was
not the taste her own body but the taste of
the deeply personal pleasure her boyfriend had just given her, and suddenly it became arousing to
her. She drew his tongue into her mouth and relished all the flavor
of their
lust.
Lindsey could feel the head of Devin's cock now
rubbing against her, its erection finally forcing its way through his clothing. He slid his hand
under the small of her back. She nibbled on his upper lip. "Please,"
she begged.
"Please."
"How do you want it to
be?" he
asked.
"However
you want
it."
Devin rolled her onto her belly and kissed
her lumbar several times before kissing her butt cheeks.
"You're so beautiful," he told her. "I can't believe I'm lucky
enough to be the first person to see you like this."
He ran his tongue over her cheeks.
"I don't think I can even tell you how amazing
it makes me feel that a girl like you, who I love as much as I
love you, would be willing to give me even a fraction of what
you're giving
me."
"I love you, Devin," Lindsey managed
to whisper. "I couldn't hold back anything from you even if part of
me wanted
to."
Devin gave her one purple love mark on her
right cheek and then she could hear him wrestling his way
out of his jeans and boxers. As
soon as those were out of the way, his hands
were on her hips and he was pulling her up onto all fours. She strained to
look beneath herself, between her hanging breasts, to see his manhood working its
way into
position.
He pressed it in slowly but firmly.
Her hymen had been broken years ago during a gynecological exam, but
she
had never been stretched like this. His
manhood plowed forward through her moisture and heat, forcing its
way between her swollen walls. It was shocking to feel something filling her insides down there.
It was even more shocking to think that it was her boyfriend's body,
actually inside
her.
After he had settled in and let her muscles
recover, Devin began to slowly stroke, his hands on her hips
for stability and guidance. There was not
one simple feeling, but a complex experience of sensual and
sexual sensations that was kept dynamic and changing by the movement of his cock within her.
It felt like nothing she'd ever dreamed it might, and Lindsey's head jerked
back in
surprise.
She hadn't even noticed until that moment
that there was a mirror over the head of his bed. At first the
sight of them having sex bothered her. It was uncomfortable to
see her own nakedness. But then their eyes met in the
reflection, and Lindsey could see the passion and desire he had for
her. Her own vision transformed, and she began to see her own
body the way he did, and what she thought of as her shame became her
beauty. Her breasts swayed underneath her with every
stroke. The curve of her back
gave grace to her figure, and the
rise of her backside and arc of her hips were
extremely feminine. She looked at his straining abs, his tense arms, his clenched thighs. His strong,
straight lines were sexy on their own, but enhanced by their intersection with
her soft
curves.
As Lindsey watched their sex, strangely
entranced, Devin watched too, mostly looking at her face. His
body was taking
care of the rest of her. His
thrusts were precise and firm. She could feel herself being
pushed towards flipping again, and she could tell from his face and from the increasing force
of his hips as they rocked her body that he was heading in
that direction,
too.
"Hold on tight,"
Devin suddenly
said.
There was nothing for her to hold onto, but
Lindsey quickly understood that he just meant for her to keep as
steady as she could. He pressed himself as deeply into her as
he could and then slid his arms around her waist. With a
controlled strength she had not quite realized he possessed, Devin
that slowly eased himself onto his back, pulling her with
him so that without her knowing it
was going to happen, she was straddling him, feet planted
flat on the bed. He was still buried inside her. On arm still held her waist
for stability. The other dipped down to frig her clitoris as he bounced
violently under
her.
Lindsey did her best to bounce on top of
him, too. Her right hand pawed and clawed at her own breasts
as the double pleasure of
his hardon inside her and his hand
on her clitoris drove her mad with pleasure. The additional
attention to her breasts, even if from herself, was quite erotic and she couldn't help playing
with her hair with her free right hand. She smiled as she looked
in the
mirror.
Soon the smiling and the looking both took
more effort than she was capable of.
She was so close. The excitement and
fear were building again. One hand rubbed her face, trying
to stop from passing out. The other tugged hard on her nipples. Devin's finger pinched and
twisted her clit. His erection found new ways to open her up and
find deeper
places.
Lindsey's face screwed up tight and her body
shook as she launched into climax. Her spine felt like it was
being inverted and she could feel the adrenaline releasing in her
body in a
series of waves. She cried out helpless
as she collapsed onto her back against his chest, her
body trembling. Her eyes were open just enough to see his erection pop out of her
as she fell and to see it swell and burst, spurting white cum
into the
air.
She wasn't aware of much else until she
realized
that they were cuddling on the bed.
Their bodies were stained with sweat and sex. The quilt
beneath them was soaked and ruined. Their muscles ached. There was no shame, no disappointment. There
was only love and satisfaction. She smiled and rolled into him to kiss
his lips
softly.
Devin kissed just below her eye. "Was it worth
the long
wait?"
"Very much so,"
she assured him, beaming. "But I don't want to wait that long for
the next
time."
"It's a deal," Devin agreed with a
grin.
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"Lindsey's
Special
Night"
A Romantic Erotica
by Alice Shayne
Copyright, 2010
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