No Turning Back , a short story by Sisyphus. Date added: 2011-09-09. Times viewed: 7310.
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- Intro: A good girl from a small town is sexually repressed and escapes to lets loose in the big city. m/f This is a revision of an earlier story.
NO TURNING BACK
I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. That’s why I moved to Boston. I had to get away from my small red-neck hometown in Maine where everyone knew me as the good girl who always did what was expected. Now I was going to let loose, dress the way I fantasized and let the sex-starved woman I was hiding inside of me out. There was no turning back.
In school I hated my shyness and wished I had the courage to be like the girls who wore tight jeans or short skirts with tight t-shirts and had guys all over them. At lunch I heard their conversations of how they fucked so and so and liked giving blow jobs in the back seats of cars after school. I liked listening and could feel myself getting hot, but I just sat quietly wishing I had the nerve to dress differently, flirt and have a guy take me for a ride and fuck me--a word I couldn’t even say.
“Loosen up,” my friend, Sally would say. “Molly, you’ve got nice big boobs and a great body but you cover it up in those baggy sweat shirts and long stupid looking skirts. Loosen up or you’re going to be an old maid. You need a make over.”
I listened and nodded, knowing she was right but didn’t know what to do. Sally wore tank tops and tiny skirts or hip hugging tight jeans and I would look at her wishing I had the nerve to dress like she did or the other girls but knew if I did, everyone would look at me like I was crazy. The thought terrified me and I imagined them smirking or laughing, saying, “Hey, Molly! What’s with you trying to be sexy?”
The thought of the boys looking at me like they looked at the other girls frightened me, even though that’s what I really wanted. I wanted to be sexy and hot and to do what they all talked about at lunch. I felt trapped inside my shyness, the image I had created as the good girl who was perfect--the perfect student, perfect daughter who went to church and sang in the choir--miss prim and proper, that was me and there was no escape.
It was mom who made me dress like I did because she didn’t want the same thing to happen to me that happened to her--get knocked up. She got real religious and said to me, “Jesus made you to be a good girl. You’re our angel.” Dad just drank beer when he came home and rarely went to church with us. I don’t think I ever saw them hug.
After graduation, I worked at the Ace Hardware store in town. I could handle the transaction conversation, answer questions but even then I rarely looked at the person I was helping. Most of the customers were fishermen or carpenters and it was just ringing them up or putting things on their account, but a couple of them flirted with me saying things, like “come on smile, cutie,” or they would see my name tag on my shirt and say, “Hey Molly,wanna to go for a ride after work,” and I would feel my face get red, my throat choke and I’d look away. When they’d leave, I always wished I could have said, “Yeah, I’d like that.” But that was impossible.
College was out of the question and though I was at the top of my class and could have gotten a scholarship, no one in my family ever went to college. My mom never graduated high school because she had me and my dad was a fisherman with his own lobster boat.
None of the girls that I went to school with went to college either. They all got jobs at the fish packing co-op or cleaned houses for the summer people or waited tables, got married and had their babies. I saw them getting heavier. They looked old and tired even though they were all in their early twenties. I’d see them at Dottie’s Diner in town Saturday mornings or in the afternoon having coffee and gossiping. They had their babies either in carriages or on their laps. When I sat with them once in awhile all they did was complain about their stupid husbands and how they’re always broke and too tired to fuck. “Life sucks,” they’d say.
I always liked to read and got hooked on these romance novels with glossy covers showing men with bare chests kissing these long haired women with their tits hanging out. I’d read them at night and the hot sex scenes would get me so turned on I’d get wet and masturbate, imagining getting ravished by a man, visualizing all the positions I read about. I was obsessed with these books and was getting more and more frustrated by the emptiness of my life.
One day when I was over Sally’s house she told me about this internet site she found where she could chat with guys and have on-line sex. She told me about this guy she meets late at night when her husband is asleep and it’s like nothing she ever experienced. She said I should check it out. I had a computer that I got when I was in high school but only used it for school work and some shopping.
That night I went to the site and got a password and there I was seeing all these weird sexy names. I was nervous but I made up a name--Angel Slut, surprising myself that I had the nerve to call myself that. But that’s what I was. Like my mom said, I was an angel but I knew I didn’t want to be. I wanted to be a sexy slut like one of the wild characters in a book I read. My new name excited me. It took awhile to get used to the site but I would get a message from someone and at first it scared the hell out of me, but as I got used to it, I found I could say things I would never say in real life.
I remember the first time I chatted with a guy named Lusty Lover. We started writing and after he asked me to describe myself and he described himself, I told him I had long brown hair, blue eyes and a thin body which was true. When he asked about my tits, I blushed but wrote I have big tits--which is also true. But when he asked me what I was wearing I looked down at my loose fitting t-shirt and baggy sweats and I told him I was wearing a white satin thong and a tight tank top.
Then he’d say, “Nice and what are you looking for on this site?”
Suddenly, I took on this other voice and decided to tease him. “What do you think I’m looking for?”
“You want someone to get you hot and turn you on.”
“And you? What are you looking for?”
“Same thing you are--I want to find someone who likes rough fucking.”
“Is that what you like?” I wrote unable to believe what I was reading and writing.
“Yeah. Don’t you?”
“Maybe. It all depends.”
As I wrote this, I could feel myself getting wet and squirming on my chair.
“What does it depend on?’
“How horny I am.”
“Are you horny now?”
“You want a big hard cock filling your cunt, don’t you?”
“Yes!’ I wrote, stunned by what I read.
No one had ever talked to me like that. I pulled down my sweats and panties, lifting myself off the chair, sliding them over my ass, got them down, kicking them away. I spread my legs apart, laying back in the chair and cupped my pussy. God, I was hot.
Then he wrote, “My cock is so hard now. I want to fuck you.”
“You do, do you?” I typed then moved my hand back to my wet pussy rubbing myself harder.
“Yeah. You want this big hard cock fucking you don’t you?”
In my mind I visualized his big cock moving in and out of my pussy faster and faster, my legs wide apart. His words got me so hot I couldn’t stand it and I suddenly started moving my fingers in and out of my pussy.
“You want a good hard fuck, don’t you,” he wrote.
“Yeah! I want your cock. I want you to fuck me!” I wrote then quickly put my fingers back in my pussy, moving them in and out. I was so turned on. Writing “Fuck me” excited me and I wanted to shout the words out loud, my imagination seeing and feeling what was happening.
“Yeah! give me your fucking pussy, you slut!”
His dirty talking pushed me over the edge and I started typing in capital letters words I had never said before and felt I was shouting at him.
“TAKE ME! TAKE ME! GIVE ME YOUR BIG COCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” I wrote back, then quickly put two fingers in my pussy moving them in and out faster and harder getting closer and closer.
“I’M CUMMMMING I’M CUMMMING! FUCK ME!” he wrote back.
I stopped writing, leaning back in my chair and fucked myself faster and faster with two fingers , “OHHHHHHHHHHH YES YES! OH BABY FUCK ME!” I shouted out loud as I sat back in my chair with my legs spread apart, my fingers going in and out faster and harder then somehow stopped to type, “GIVE ME YOUR COCK YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”
“TAKE MY COCK! TAKE IT YOU FUCKING SLUT!!” came on the screen.
“OHHHH FUCK! I’M CUMMMING! I’M CUMMMING! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!” I wrote as fast as I could then fell back on the chair, my legs wide apart, my fingers going faster and harder, another finger rubbing my clit. Suddenly I lifted my ass off the chair, convulsing in a huge orgasm, OHHHHH MYGOD! OH FUCK!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, glad no one was home. I collapsed against the back of the chair, gasping for air, my head spinning then opened my eyes looking at the screen.
“Ohhhhh, baby that was so hot!’ I managed to write with trembling fingers, panting and shaking from my orgasm.
“Yes it was hot. You’re amazing.”
“Wow.” I wrote, still breathing heavily.
“Do you want to meet here again.”
“Sure,” I wrote.
“Come here tomorrow night at nine.’
“Okay. Nine tomorrow.”
And suddenly he was gone. I stared at the computer screen thrilled and confused at the same time. I loved screaming. I loved his dirty talk. I wanted more. It was the most exciting thing I had ever experienced but I knew it wasn’t real. I mean it was real and not real at the same time. After I shut down the computer, wiped my fingers with some tissues, pulled up my sweats, I looked at myself in the mirror at my loose fitting t-shirt and baggy sweats. It was then that I knew I had to get away from this town and find the freedom to shed the skin of miss prim and proper and let the sex-starved me out.
In bed that night I fantasized an apartment in Boston and dressing in sexy clothes, meeting guys in bars, cafes, or at work and having wild sex with no strings attached. I didn’t want to end up getting old and not experiencing what I read about in my romance novels. I wanted to fuck and feel in real life what I had felt on the internet. The thought made me horny and I imagined a guy taking me to his apartment, pressing me against the door, ripping my clothes off of me, throwing me down on his bed and fucking me. I got really turned on and finger fucked my self again, screaming fuck me at my imaginary lover, my whole body shaking as I exploded in a huge orgasm before falling asleep.
So here I am in Boston, a city about five hours from where I grew up--a stranger, alone, hoping I would have my fantasies come true. I had savings from my job and though I surprised everyone when I suddenly left town, I didn’t care. I found a small furnished studio apartment on Craig’s List, packed my bags, got Sally to drive me to the bus. She was the only one who knew my secret reason for leaving our town and promised not to tell anyone.
“Make sure you take your birth control pills and be careful who you let fuck you,” she said again as we stood by the bus. I didn’t say anything when she said that but nodded.
I thought about her words as I looked in the mirror, looking at myself in the new clothes I had just bought. Tonight would be my first adventure. Even though I was still a virgin, I wanted to be seductive and if I hooked up with a guy I would cross that bridge when I came to it. I was more than ready.
I had gone shopping that afternoon at Victoria’s Secret, a store I read about in a magazine. I wondered how I should dress. What would lure a man to make his move? I was excited and frightened at the same time. Would I chicken out? Would my shyness take over? Hopefully, what I wore would give me the courage to be Angel Slut like I was on the internet.
I had a credit card which until now I hardly used. I was in heaven and got a white silky thong and a matching push up bra, a tiny black mini-skirt that was really tight and came half way down my thighs. I had long legs that were well toned from my being on the soccer team in high school. I also bought a pair of stone washed hip hugger jeans that were a size smaller than I would normally wear and they really showed off my ass when I tried them on at the store. I bought three tight fitting tank tops and a silky white blouse that was cut to show off breasts when I wore the push up bra. I tried on a really slinky red dress that clung to my body and barely covered my tits but would buy that at another time. I spent two hundred and fifty dollars and even splurged on some perfume the girl at the counter said really worked on luring men. I saw a pair of knee high boots that I knew would look great but they would have to wait until I got a job. I did have a pair of high heels that I had to buy for a wedding last year and I knew they would go well with the tight black mini skirt.
Standing in front of the mirror, I decided to try on the jeans again to see how they looked with the black tank top. I squirmed into them and took a breath as I zipped and managed to get the button closed. I liked how they clung to my round ass and pressed into my pussy. They were skin tight and made me feel really sexy. I removed my bra before slipping the tank top over my head. It was tight but felt great on my tits. I could see my nipples and was surprised at how much cleavage showed. The tank top came down to just above my navel. I rubbed my tits through the soft material and felt my nipples getting hard as I moved my hands gently at first and then squeezed harder feeling myself getting aroused.
Just then a knock at the door startled me. I could not imagine who would be knocking. I glanced at myself in the mirror, glancing at my ass and my tits barely contained by the tank top as I turned to answer the door. I looked really hot.
When I opened the door I saw an older man, his dark long hair had flecks of grey. He had on a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his elbows. I noticed a tattoo of an anchor just under the rolled edge of his sleeve.
“Sorry to disturb you. I’m the maintenance man and came to fix the dripping spigot in the kitchen sink.”
“Oh yes the dripping faucet,” I said, looking at him, noticing his blue eyes and how his denim shirt was opened revealing a little of his hairy chest. “God, he looked sexy,” I thought.
I noticed him glance at my tits then quickly back at my eyes. “This shouldn’t take long,” he said as he walked past me, carrying a tool box and I noticed how snug his jeans were on his ass. I followed him to the small kitchen area. He put the tool box on the floor, turned on the faucet to let the water run and turned it off watching the water drip. “Probably just needs a washer,” he said, smiling at me.
Again I could feel his eyes looking up and down my body. Though I was feeling shy and awkward at first, I knew I looked good in the tight jeans and tank top and liked how he was looking at me, though it was just a glance. I never had a man look at me like that because I never looked sexy before but I was getting turned on--really turned on.
“By the way, my name’s Jesse,” he said as he kneeled down and opened his tool box.
“I’m Molly,” I answered.
“Nice meeting you, Molly,” he said, smiling at me then looked away and reached under the sink to turn the water off. “So what brings you to our fair city?” he asked, standing up and unscrewed the faucet handle, his back to me.
“I just wanted to try the big city after growing up in a small town in Maine,” I said. “It’s so boring there.”
“You’re looking for excitement, aren’t you?” he asked, turning to face me, smiling, our eyes meeting.
“Yes,” I answered, liking how he looked into my eyes.
“You shouldn’t have any trouble finding what you’re looking for,” he said, moving his eyes up and down my body, “a sexy looking girl, like you,” he added then turned back to removing the faucet handle.
I didn’t know how to respond to what he just said, but I liked it and could tell there was an attraction. I couldn’t believe I had just arrived in Boston, moved into this tiny apartment and here I was with this sexy older man flirting with me. I was getting aroused but didn’t know what to do about it. I only knew I was getting really turned on.
“So any ideas where I can find the kind of excitement I’m looking for?” I asked surprised to hear those words coming from my mouth. I had never spoken to a man like that but somehow feeling sexy in what I was wearing and liking how he looked at me gave me the courage to push the envelop, break out of my shell and be the new me.
“Depends on what kind of excitement you’re looking for,” he answered, turning from his work. He smiled, his blue eyes looking intensely into my eyes.
“You know what kind of excitement I’m looking for,” I said, looking into his eyes, smiling, flirting, but inside I was trembling, my mind spinning with surprise that I said that--the sexual tension rising.
“Yes, I know exactly what you’re looking for,” he said, nodding, smiling slyly.
Our eyes met, fixed on each other then he turned away and continued working. He didn’t say anything. I looked at his ass in his snug jeans as he leaned over the sink, replacing the washer. I was getting hornier by the minute. I couldn’t stand the silence and didn’t know where this was heading, but I knew where I wanted it to go. I watched him working, silently, wanting to say something that would peak his interest in me.
While working, he turned to look at me, smiled, our eyes meeting but still didn’t say a word. He then got down on one knee, reaching under the sink, turning on the water then stood up, tried the faucet handle and nodded, seeing it was no longer dripping. He still hadn’t said a word then turned to me, glancing up and down my body. His smiling eyes told me he liked what he saw.
He then bent down and put his screw driver and wrench back in his tool box. The silence was driving me insane.
He continued looking at me, a slight teasing smile on his lips. My wet pussy was aching. His silence, his smile, his eyes looking into mine was driving me wild. My nipples were hard, his deep blue eyes seducing me, taking me over the edge.
He stood up and leaned back against the sink, his eyes fixed on mine then moved to my crotch, the seam of my jeans pressing into my pussy. When he did that, I looked at his crotch, noticing a big bulge in his tight jeans. He saw me looking at his crotch, his smile filled with knowing.
I swallowed watching him slowly walk towards me, our eyes meeting. It was all I could do not to back up as he got closer. I felt my heart thumbing and wasn’t sure if I was breathing when suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my ass, pulling me against him, thrusting his hard cock hard against my pussy and started grinding, forcing me to grind back. I had never had anything like that happen to me and I just wanted him to take me.
“I’m going to give you what you’re looking for,” he said, looking into my eyes then smashed his lips against mine, kissing me hard, opening my mouth with his fierce tongue. We were kissing madly, our tongues swirling in each others open mouths. I was dizzy as we wrestled each others tongues, our mouths wide open, devouring each other. I had never kissed a man like that before and I was feeling things I had never felt and could not believe what was happening to me.
He then slammed me hard against the wall, gripping my ass, pulling me against him, grinding his cock harder into my pussy, nudging my legs wide apart then arching me so that my jean covered pussy was completely exposed to his hard grinding humping thrusts.
“You want a good hard fuck, don’t you?’ he said looking in my eyes as he continued humping me, fucking me through the crotch of my tight jeans. “That’s what you’re looking for,” he added, then quickly took my mouth with another fierce kiss.
“Yeah, I want you to fuck me!” I said, pulling my mouth from his, gasping for air. It felt great to say, “fuck me!” out loud and I said it again, looking into his eyes. “Yeah I want a good hard fuck!” I had never spoken to a man like that except on the internet.
He moved his hard cock up and down my pussy, grinding into me, my legs wide apart and I pushed myself as hard as I could, grinding back against the stiff pole in his jeans. He was driving me crazy. I grabbed his ass as he held mine and we were humping each other, madly fucking through our jeans.
Suddenly, he grabbed the straps of my tank top and roughly pulled it down, my tits spilling out then he palmed them roughly arousing me even more. He then sucked one of my nipples, taking it in his mouth, devouring it then biting it, while his other hand crushed my other tit, our humping each other getting harder and harder, almost violent.
Suddenly, falling to the kitchen floor, he rolled on his back pulling me on top, my legs straddling him, my pussy grinding against his hard cock while he sucked my nipple, making loud guttural sounds, almost swallowing my tit.
He lifted his ass off the floor, thrusting his cock against me, forcing me to come down hard causing sensations on my pussy I had never experienced. We were both out of our minds as we rocked hard against each other.
My jeans were so tight on my ass I thought they’d split as I rode him like he was a bucking bronco. The seam of my jeans pressed into my pussy, rubbing my clit. My tits hung out over my tank top, bouncing all over the place, my hair flailing. I could not believe this was happening to me on my first day in the city.
Suddenly, he flipped me on my back got up on his knees and started taking off my jeans, pulling at the waistband, fumbling with the button until I took over, lifting my ass, squirming out of them, watching him unzipping his jeans. He then grabbed the legs of my jeans, pulling them over my feet then flipped them over his shoulder. He pulled his jeans down just over his ass and I saw his hard big cock standing straight out over my dripping pussy. Suddenly I knew I had to tell him I was a virgin. I didn’t know how his cock would ever fit into my pussy and the fear of being hurt or scaring him away swept through me.
“I’m a virgin,” I said, looking up at him and at his cock.
“Thought so,” he said, smiling.
“Call it intuition. I had a feeling you’ve never been laid.”
“Yes. I know innocence when I see it.” He paused. “Don’t worry, Molly, it will hurt at first but you will be fine,” he said, looking down at me. His eyes suddenly looked tender and his smile looked kind. “And I had a vasectomy,” he added. “Just relax.”
He then lowered his head to my pussy, lifting my legs over his shoulders and started licking me, lightly at first then harder, moving his tongue up and down, licking and lapping my wet pussy, making soft guttural moans that got louder as his tongue went deeper and faster causing my head to thrash from side to side.
He then found my clit and his licking tongue caused me to jolt and shudder. I was on the verge of exploding. I couldn’t believe the sounds coming from my mouth as I shouted, “Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh yes, yes, oh my god that’s so good, ohhhhhhh! I can’t stand it.” Suddenly I was about to cum and shouted, “Eat me! Eat me! Ohhhhhh my god! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ohhhhhhhh!” and suddenly, I exploded in what felt like a bolt of electricity roaring from my pussy and through every inch of my trembling body.
Jesse was relentless as his mouth continued to ravish my pussy, fucking me with his tongue, darting it in and out, sending another huge orgasm through me.
He then got on his knees between my legs and moved the tip of his cock up and down my dripping pussy lips. He was being gentle but forceful at the same time as he moved forward, slowly pushing the head of his cock just inside, entering gently, opening my tight pussy, going a little deeper with each thrust. I could not believe how good it felt then suddenly he stopped, holding his cock just above my aching pussy then pushed his way deeper, thrusting his cock against the barrier of my hymen. He let his cock stay still a second, giving me time to get to use to the size of his cock then pushed a little harder trying to penetrate then quickly reared back and thrust harder causing me to scream with pain as he broke through my thin membrane.
“Oh my God! You’re so big! ” I screamed out in exquisite pain as his cock went deeper into my pussy, breaking through the thin skin.
“Oh Molly, you are so tight. It feels so good!”
“Ohhhhhhh my god, I like this. I like it. Do it! Keep going! Don’t stop! Ohhhhhhhhhh yes, it’s so good. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh please, please, please.” I had never experienced anything so intense, so thrilling. I was being fucked, no longer a virgin and was surprised how vocal I was, unable to contain myself.
He pulled out and suddenly thrust deep into me, opening me even more with his hard cock causing me to scream louder, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmygod! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!” It was painful at first but I loved it and wanted more.
He pulled out again and thrust his cock deep into me then started going faster and harder, pulling out and thrusting over and over again, faster and faster and suddenly he yelled, “I’m cummmmming ohhhhhhhh Molly Give me your pussy! Fuck me Fuck me! Fuck me!”
My pussy gripped his hard cock as he thrust deep and hard and I felt his hot cum pour into my pussy causing me to orgasm again, both of us screaming our heads off, filling the room with our loud voices as we both exploded in huge orgasms.
Jesse gave one final thrust and then collapsed on me. I could not budge but loved the weight of him on me, both of us gasping for air as we lay on the kitchen floor, completely spent. His cock was still in my pussy as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, loving the warmth and sensation on my pussy feeling so full, wanting to keep him in me. I wanted this to last forever.
After a few minutes he lifted his head from my shoulder and looked into my eyes. I could not believe how blue and warm they were. He just looked at me and then smiled.
“Are you okay? I was pretty rough on you for your first time.”
“Yes. I’m fine,’ I answered. “I loved it.”
“Listen, I live down stairs in the basement in a small apartment--that’s the gig I have here, fixing things in exchange for a place to stay.”
As he spoke, he swiveled his hips slightly causing his cock to move slowly in my pussy.
I was getting turned on again and closed my eyes at the tingles he was causing.
“Come down later and I’ll give you more of what you’re looking for,” he said, smiling.
“Oh, yeah,” I answered, playfully, challenging him with a teasing smile.
“Wear something sexy like you want to seduce me and you’ll have all that you can handle. I will drive you crazy,’ he added.
Swiveling his hips slowly, his cock in my pussy, his words tantalizing me, I wanted more and he knew it, but he slowly pulled out and got on his knees, looking down at me. He stood up, his cock hanging limply between his legs, fascinating me. I still felt the painful sensation of my cherry being taken and the intensity of my orgasm. I noticed a small trickle of blood on my thigh but felt happy.
He pulled on his jeans and kneeled down next to me on the floor, his twinkling blue eyes looking into mine. He leaned over and kissed me, lightly. “See you at seven,” he said, reaching for his tool box and then stood up. He smiled and then left, closing the door quietly, leaving me lying on the kitchen floor. I shook my head from side to side unable to believe what had happened. My first day away from home and suddenly I am on the kitchen floor being fucked, losing my virginity to a man I just met. I thought about Jesse and loved how rough he was with me and also how gentle. He was perfect. I could not believe my luck. The thought of going to his basement apartment wearing sexy clothes, being seductive got me wet again.
What was happening? Where was I heading?
My light brown hair came down below my shoulders. I put on a little make up, a touch of lip gloss and a little mascara to emphasize my green eyes. The tight black skirt came down mid thigh and clung to my ass. My new silky white thong barely covered my shaved pussy and felt great on my ass. I wore the white satiny blouse that was cut low and the push up bra that revealed my cleavage--glad I was blessed with big tits. I tied a small black scarf around my neck. The high heel shoes looked perfect with the skirt and a dash of the perfume added to the feeling that I looked and felt sexy.
Wondering if I was a little overdressed for a basement apartment, I walked down two flights of stairs, trying to be calm and there I was in front of his apartment. I knocked and waited and when he opened the door, he was wearing jeans and a white t shirt and was bare-footed. He had recently showered because his long grayish hair was still wet.
“I never wear shoes,” he said as he let me in. He smiled, his eyes moving up and down my body. “Nice,” is all he said, looking into my eyes.
“Thanks,” I responded as I walked in and glanced around the small room. Two walls were filled with books and several books lay open on the floor next to a dark green chair with a lamp next to it. A closed laptop sat on a small desk. A round oak table was near the kitchen and was set with two bowls and candles.
“I made us some soup–more of a Moroccan stew,” he said. “I hope you haven’t had dinner yet.”
"No,’ I said. “Just half a tuna sandwich after you left. I looked at the table. “‘Soup would be great. I never had anything Moroccan,” I added, surprised that he made dinner.
“And I have some bread in the oven. It’s almost done.”
“You bake bread,” I said, even more surprised.
“Yes I like to cook and I’ve been baking bread for years.”
“I have to admit, I was not expecting this when you left and told me you were going to give me what I was looking for.”
“I’m going to--maybe even more than you are looking for,” he said with a sly, playful look in his eyes as he walked towards the stove. He bent down and took out a round loaf of bread, tapped his thumb on the bottom to make sure it was done and put it on the counter.
“Smells good,” I said. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” I smiled. “I’m still reeling from this afternoon.”
“Me, too. I didn’t expect anything would happen when I went to fix your sink, but you looked so hot and so vulnerable at the same time, I knew I wanted you and I knew you wanted me.”
“That’s never happened to me before,” I said. “I mean, you were right, I came here to get away from my town where everybody saw me as a good girl. I’m so shy and wanted to break out of being what people expected. I want excitement. I want passion, but didn’t think it would happen so fast.”
"I know,” he said, nodding. “And it takes courage to leave the familiar for the unknown.”
“I know I am taking a chance. I don’t know anyone here and that’s what I wanted--to be a stranger and let the real Molly out,” I said, somehow feeling I could be open and honest with him.
“I can help you,” he said. “I think you’re really pretty and sexy but I also see the frightened little girl in you.”
“You do? What do you see?”
“I see innocence, shyness, goodness, pain--lots of pain, but I also see a passionate woman who has been hiding her sexuality, her need to be loved, her need to satisfy her lust.” He paused. “You are hungry to feel everything there is to feel. You are an angel filled with goodness and a passionate lustful woman who wants to fuck like a slut.” He paused, “but you’re not a slut.”
I was stunned how he described me. His use of the word slut stirred something deep in me and suddenly I felt a stirring between my legs. I remembered my on-line name Angel Slut.
"You’re amazing. You’re so right,” I said feeling he was seeing into my soul. I was getting turned on by how he spoke and looked at me.
Just then he came close, looking me in the eyes. He put his arms around, moving his hand up and down my back and then started rubbing and squeezing my ass. His touch was gentle and firm. I wrapped my arms around his back, moving my pussy against his bulging cock. It was as if he were reading my mind.
“You look so hot in that dress,” he said, looking into my eyes then lowered his head and kissed my tits as they rose out of my tight low cut blouse. His mouth kissed my tits while his hand gripped my ass pulling me against his hard cock.
“I want you to be my slut,” he said, looking into my eyes.
I was stunned by his words but somehow he knew I was a good girl who wanted to be bad. He knew I wanted raw animalistic sex and he was going to give me that.
“You want a man to fuck your brains out like we did this afternoon.”
I pushed my pussy harder against him, grinding into his cock. His hand gripped my ass tighter.
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
"Maybe,” I said, looking into his eyes, smiling.
“You want to let go and be wild and uninhibited, don’t you?”
The way he spoke to me was exciting yet I felt he was also being playful and I wanted to play his game.
“Yes, you know what I want and now I’m going to take it,” I said, surprised at my urge to be bold and aggressive.
Suddenly, I pushed him towards the dark green chair and forced him to sit down. I stood over him in my heels, looking down at him, my legs wide apart, my tight skirt high on my thighs, straining against my ass. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. What was coming over me, giving me the courage to take charge?
I kneeled down between his legs, looked into his eyes, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper and grabbed his hard cock--my eyes fixed on it then moved my mouth close, my tongue licking it. I had never done any thing like this before but followed my instincts, knowing what I wanted.
He leaned back in the chair, his legs spread apart. I gripped his hard cock in my hand, loving how warm and firm it felt standing straight up in front of me. I had never looked at a cock before, the mushroom head, the thick vein and now my mouth was salivating to devour it. I never wanted anything more then to take his cock in my mouth.
I moved my tongue up and down the underside of his pulsing cock, licking along the thick vein then licking the head like it was a big lolli-pop then licking the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue, teasing him, tasting him as he writhed on the chair, my eyes looking into his as I licked, loving my power over him, loving how he looked into my eyes.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, that feels so good,” he said, grabbing my hair as I took the head of his cock in my mouth, moving my wet lips over the rim, licking, swallowing and moaning as it filled my mouth.
I had never given a blow job but somehow his moaning made me hungrier for his cock and told me what to do. I gripped the base of his shaft with my hand and moved my wet mouth up and down his cock faster and faster, my hand squeezing, moving faster and faster, loving the sucking slurping sounds of my mouth as I swallowed his cock.
“Ohhhhh yes, that feels so good!’’ he said pulling my hair, lifting his ass off the chair, thrusting and fucking my mouth, encouraging me to suck harder and faster.
As I took his thrusting his cock, I put my hand under my tight skirt which was already up to my hips, grabbed my thong covered pussy and started playing with it, rubbing it hard then moved the thong aside and put two fingers in my pussy and started fucking myself as he fucked my mouth even harder.
“I’m going to cum,” he yelled and I could feel his body tense, his cock swelling inside my mouth which made my mouth go faster on his cock and my fingers go faster in my pussy.
I devoured his cock, bobbing harder and faster. Suddenly, I felt him on the verge of exploding, grabbing my head, thrusting faster and harder then yelled, “I’m cummmmmming fuck me! fuck me!” and exploded, his hot cum gushing into my mouth and dripping down my chin. Just as he exploded, my frantic fingers took me over the edge and a huge orgasm swept over me and I screamed out, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyes oh god oh my god!”
He looked down at me on the floor between his legs as I came all over my hands and his cum was on my mouth, my tongue moving over my lips, wanting to swallow every drop. I had never tasted cum before but loved the warm salty taste. Swallowing as much as I could, I loved the power I had to make him cum in my mouth.
He sat back in his chair, his legs spread, his limp, wet cock hanging over his open jeans. I was on my knees, my tight dress up over my hips, my wet thong exposed. We were both breathing heavily, looking at each other, trying to absorb what had just happened.
“You learn fast,” he said, smiling.
“Maybe I have a good teacher,” I said, smiling, looking into his eyes.
We sat quietly a moment then he reached forward, took my hands and pulled me to him. I laid my head on his lap and he ran his fingers gently through my hair. Neither of us spoke, but I loved his gentle, soothing touch, especially after the intensity we just experienced.
“How about some soup,” he asked after a few minutes of quiet.
“Good idea. Now that I had an appetizer,” I said, smiling up at him.
He chuckled and moved forward. I stood up and he wrapped his arms around me and I felt so good. I felt safe. I suddenly felt I could say and do anything I wanted.
He then went to the stove and said, “Bring me your bowl and we’ll have some dinner.”
He filled my bowl and his then sliced the bread and brought it to the table with a small plate of butter. He moved smoothly and looked comfortable. He sat down, his chair not far from mine. I was glad he hadn’t sat on the opposite side of the table.
“I think I am going to like being your maintenance man,” he said, smiling. I loved how he looked me directly in the eyes when he spoke.
“I bet you know how to fix lots of things,” I said, smirking.
“I do, so just call me anytime you’re in need--even if it’s the middle of the night and you need something taken care of. I’d be glad to be of service.”
“Sounds like you really love your work,” I said, taking a sip of the soup.
“Mmmmmm, this is delicious, Jesse. I took another sip. “Almost as good as the appetizer.”
“Thank you,” he said, nodding.
I could not believe I was having this playful conversation with a man I had just met. Somehow, my shyness vanished. Here I was in his apartment having dinner after giving him a blow job. “Is this me?” I asked myself. “Is this really happening?Where is this going?” My mind was spinning with disbelief.
“Hey, stop thinking,” he said.
I was stunned he said that as if he could read my mind.
“So who are you?’ I asked, “You seem to know everything about me but I don’t know anything about you except you like to fix things.”
He dipped a piece of bread in his soup, brought it slowly to his mouth, took a bite and looked at me with that wonderful smile on his lips.
“Well, believe it or not I will be sixty in April, but I feel like I’m in my thirties.”
“Sixty! No way. You don’t look or act like your sixty.”
“Thanks. I know it’s trite to say age is just a number but the fact is you’re old when you think you’re old. I don’t care how old I am or how old you are.”
“Me either,’ I nodded. “Anyway, I think I’m getting to like older men.”
“Good,” he said, pushing his empty bowl away. “Anyway, I used to be a teacher and got out of that after ten years of realizing how bad the schools were. I had ideas of how I wanted to teach but got in trouble too many times so I just walked out.”
“What did you teach?’
“English and history,’ he said. “Now I’m a writer--stories, poetry. I’m working on a novel, now.”
“Wow I love to read,” I said. "But you wouldn’t approve of what I like to read,’ I added.
“Hey Molly, I don’t judge. You don’t need to worry about my approval.”
“That’s good,” I said, liking his attitude. “I grew up around disapproval. My mom made me dress all prim and proper. My teachers, my church, my friends all expected me to be a certain way and I was trapped.”
“So here you are escaping your prison.”
“Right. I needed to get away so I wouldn’t smother to death. I wanted to feel alive and real. I read these romance stories filled with passion and sex and that’s what I want--that’s what I hoped I would find.”
“And here we are,” he said.
“Yes, I can’t believe I just arrived and here I am fucking the maintenance man on the kitchen floor on my first day.” I loved being able to talk to him like this. Just saying the word “fucking” out loud to a man was unbelievable. I could not believe this was actually happening--the real Molly was breaking out and the thought of all my sexual fantasies coming true swirled through my mind.
“You want a fuck buddy, don’t you?”
“Yes, a fuck buddy,” I repeated, chuckling. I had never heard that term before but it sounded exciting. “That’s what I want.”
“It’s honest. No games. No expectations. No pretending--just two people wanting to pleasure each other with no strings.”
“Sounds like we both want the same thing,” I said, suddenly getting turned on by his words and attitude.
“The trick is keeping it simple. Not letting it turn into anything more--that’s when it can get messy. But you never know what life has in store for you. Things just happen and you go along for the ride.”
I nodded and leaned back in my chair to relax. My skirt was high on my thighs. When I sat back, he turned his chair towards me, lifted his leg and with his bare foot moved my legs apart. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he suddenly pressed his foot against my pussy and started rubbing me. God that felt good. I opened my legs wider and closed my eyes as he played with me--his foot and my small satiny thong pressed against my wet pussy.
I opened my eyes and loved how he was watching me, knowing he was getting me hot. I wanted to get him hot too, so I did the same, I lifted one bare foot, moving it past his leg and pressed the arch of my foot against the bulge in his jeans. He closed his eyes and his head fell back as the sensation from my foot shot through him.
“Molly, you learn how to play fast,” he said moving his foot harder up and down my soaked thong and aching pussy.
“Ohhh, Jesse that feels so good.” I shifted forward grinding my pussy harder against his foot, wanting to fuck it. He was driving me crazy. I could not believe what a slut I was becoming. I was crazed and wanted his big cock ravishing me. I pushed my foot harder against his cock, grinding the arch into him with more intensity while shoving my pussy harder against his foot, my lust overpowering me with the need to explode causing me to shout, “I want your cock. I want it now! Fuck me!”
“No, not yet,” he said, smiling devilishly, pushing his heel against my pussy then suddenly pulling it away, leaving me stunned and desperate.
“Oh no! Don’t stop! Please! Don’t do this to me!”
Jessee looked at me, his foot barely an inch from my soaked pussy, my heart beating madly, my breathing heavy, my nipples hard. Suddenly, I pulled down my tight blouse and bra, my big tits spilling out, feeling completely uninhibited, I leaned back in the chair, grabbing my tits, rubbing them hard, pinching and twisting my nipples, squirming forward in my chair, my tight skirt high on my thighs, my legs wide apart, lifting my hips and thrusting my pussy towards his foot unable to reach it. It was so close. I could feel its heat and I wanted it more than anything, squirming and stretching towards it. I was desperate and all I wanted was to be fucked hard--nothing else mattered. He smiled looking into my hungry eyes as I strained to fuck his foot like it was his cock.
Suddenly, unable to stand it, I leaped up off the chair and straddled his legs, my tight skirt straining against my hips, and I came down hard against his bulging cock. I moved my aching pussy up and down the length of his cock, the barrier of my soaked thong and his jeans driving me even crazier. I was insane when he grabbed my ass pulling me harder against his stiff pole. I couldn’t stand it any longer and sat straight up and reached down between my legs to unbuttoned his jeans then unzipped them. His eyes were fixed on mine as I grabbed his hard cock and pulled it out, grasping it in my hand, feeling it throbbing as I held it straight up. With my feet on the floor, I lifted myself, moved my tiny thong aside and suddenly came down hard on his rock hard cock, the sensation of it impaling me filling me, overwhelming me. I gasped then screamed, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmygod you’re so big!”
“Ride me! Ride me! Come on Molly take my cock for a ride!” he screamed, his strong hands on my hips lifting me above his cock then pulling me down on him.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck!” I screamed, my hair flailing, my tits bouncing, just above his mouth. The power of my riding him pushed the chair back and just as it felt like it was going to tip over backwards, he pushed me off of him, stood up, grabbing my arm with one hand and quickly moved the dishes aside with his other hand then pushed me face down on the table, crushing my tits against the surface. He grabbed my hands and stretched my arms over my head. I gripped the edge of the table as he leaned over my back, his hands on my hips, spreading my legs apart before thrusting his cock into me fast and hard. I was on the verge of exploding in a huge orgasm, his hard cock thrusting faster and harder, opening me like I’ve never been before.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I screamed, loving those words coming out of my mouth as he rammed his cock into me like a hot piston driving a long hard rod into my cunt.
“Take my cock you slut! Take it! Take it! Take it! You little slut,” he yelled with each hard deep thrust. His words and his pounding cock made my pussy grip him even harder and suddenly I let go, my whole body convulsing sending shock waves throughout my body. “Ohhhhhhhhhgod! I’m cummmmming! Don’t stop! Just fuck me!” He kept thrusting harder and harder through my orgasm and just as I was about to climax again, I felt his body tense, his cock swelling in me and he screamed, “Ohhhhhhhh Molly! I’m cummmmmmmmmming!”
The sensation of his hot cum shooting into my exploding pussy caused me to scream with him, our loud voices filling the small apartment with our ecstatic yelling. He then collapsed on my back, his cock still in me as we both lay gasping for air on his table. I loved the weight of his warm body on me. I could not move.
He kissed my shoulder and my neck as he lay on me. I did not release his cock keeping it trapped deep in my pussy. His kisses were so soft and gentle. I could not believe this was me being kissed so tenderly with a cock in my pussy. I was dizzy with emotion and sensations I had never felt before.
Just then he lifted me off the table, took my hand and moved me to the small bed on the other side of the room. We lay down and he embraced me then pushed me gently on my side facing away from him so that we were spooning. He wrapped me in his arms and I hugged them as he held me. I felt so content. I closed my eyes and I think we both fell asleep.
When I woke up, I turned and saw Jesse was asleep, his arms gently resting on me. I lay there feeling his warm body, listening to his quiet breathing, so many thoughts and feelings spinning in my mind. I could not believe I had just arrived to start my new life and never expected I would meet a man like Jesse on my first day.
After a few minutes, I felt Jesse stirring. I turned my head towards him. He opened his eyes and looked up at me and smiled. He rubbed my thigh as we lay there quietly. He kissed my shoulder then the back of my head. I could feel his cock pressed against my round ass. We were both quiet, but his hand rubbing my thigh was soothing. Gently, he turned me on my back and leaned over me, smiling, looking into my eyes. Without speaking, he got between my legs, his cock pressed against my pussy. I looked up at him, our eyes locked on each other’s eyes.
“Want some dessert,” he said.
“Sure,” I smiled, looking into his eyes.
We kissed and fucked again, only this time he entered me slowly, his body seemed light and his slow thrusting felt so tender. He pulled out even slower creating such an excruciating tingling in my pussy, I could barely move under him. I just wanted to savor the intense sensation of his cock going slowly in and out of my pussy. He looked into my eyes as he moved then stopped, his cock deep in me felt so big and full. After lying like that for a minute or two, he began to move in a small, slow screwing motion. I moved with his motion, my pussy gripping his cock, the slow movement driving me insane with wanting more. I started moving faster, lifting my ass of the bed to get him deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. Just then he pulled out slowly leaving me breathless. He looked down at me, smiled and then suddenly he thrust his cock into me hard and deep.
“Ohhhhhhhh yes! I gasped at the power of his thrust. The slow pulling out of me then ramming his cock in me was intense. He then grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulder. I felt him move slightly forward, looking into my eyes then suddenly thrust deep and hard again and again, his cock rubbing my clit with each thrust, each time going faster, deeper, harder, our eyes locked on each others eyes, my orgasm building slowly with each hard thrust. I lifted my ass off the bed, urging him to really fuck me, shouting, “Harder! Harder!” getting him to drive me back to the bed with his pounding cock, both of us getting closer, his thrusts getting faster, harder, deeper then suddenly my trembling body convulsed, his body tensed and suddenly we both exploded in huge orgasms screaming at the top of our lungs, filling the small apartment with our ecstatic shouting, his cock gushing hot spurts of cum into my already overflowing pussy.
He collapsed on me and we were gasping and panting. I loved his weight on me, the aroma of our sex, the warm wetness of our bodies, our heavy breathing as I lay there holding him in my arms, looking up at the ceiling, unable to comprehend what was happening to me and had no idea where my life was going. I only knew there was no turning back.
I did not want to leave Jesse’s bed. I loved being held and the warmth of our bodies. I knew my life was now changed forever. This was my first day in Boston and I couldn’t believe I was in bed with a man I just met. I couldn’t believe we had fucked on the kitchen floor of my apartment. I couldn’t believe I actually had dinner with a man who seemed to see into my soul and knew me. Things like this happen in romance novels and in movies, but they don’t happen in real life and they definitely don’t happen to me. My mind was spinning trying to comprehend what was happening.
“Thinking again,” Jesse whispered, lifting his head from my shoulder and smiling into my eyes.
I nodded looking into his blue eyes, noticing how they twinkled and the lines next to his eyes as he smiled. I didn’t know what to say. I was still stunned by my being here and all that was happening.
“Be here,” he said, leaning on his elbow, propping his head on his hand, smiling down at me.
I nodded again, smiling back at him, trying to stop my mind.
“I don’t believe what is happening to me. I don’t believe all this is happening on my first day away from home.”
He nodded, listening but didn’t say anything. He just looked at me with his tender smile. I sighed, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I glanced over at the table, the soup bowls pushed to one side remembering how he fucked me there. My eyes moved around the small room at the books, the green chair, the small kitchen, the loaf of bread on the counter, half sliced. I looked back at Jesse, still looking down at me, smiling.
He lowered his face and kissed me lightly. I returned the kiss. We were still silent.
“Do you believe in destiny?” I asked, breaking the silence, remembering a few of the romance novels I read.
“I don’t know,” he responded. “All I know is that life is mysterious.” He paused.“I would like to believe in destiny and fate, but I also think everything is random, haphazard. Things just happen and there is no rational explanation.”
I listened as he spoke, enjoying his thinking but still bewildered by what was happening to me.
“We humans think we have to understand everything so we make up stories to explain what can’t be explained. Do you know what I mean?”
“I think so,” I responded, nodding.
“That’s why I said stop thinking. You’re trying to figure out what’s happening instead of being in the present and just enjoying.”
“You’re right” I nodded. “But it’s hard not to think and try to make sense of everything.”
“True, but when you realize that life just happens and you have little or no control, you just accept what comes your way and embrace it. That’s my philosophy.” He leaned down and kissed me again, lightly. “Whether our meeting like we did today was destiny or just luck, I don’t know. The only thing that matters is that it happened and here we are.” He kissed me again. “So let’s enjoy and go hour by hour and see what happens.”
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” I said, liking how his long grayish hair hung over one eye as he looked down at me.
“You never will, either,” he answered. “You will never meet anyone like me,” he said. ‘I know that sounds like I’m tooting my own horn--which I am, but you will see.”
“What will I see?” I asked.
“I am not going to tell you what you will see, but you will know what I mean in good time.”
I felt confused by his words but just listened, fascinated by the mystery he was creating.
Suddenly, he moved and sat on the side of the bed. He took my hand, looking back at me--my head on the soft pillows. I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to say as he looked into my eyes. He took a deep breath.
“Molly, I am almost thirty years older than you. You are young and I am happy that we have met but I don’t want to get in your way or complicate your life.”
“What are you saying?” I asked. “Is this a one-night stand?” I asked feeling anger rising.
“I hope not,” he said.
“What do you mean you don’t want to complicate my life or get in my way?”
“You’ve been in Boston for one day. You have to experience being free to explore what it’s like to be away from home and on your own. Meet other men--younger men closer to your age.”
“Are you brushing me aside?’ I asked, feeling my heart pounding.
"No,” he answered, taking my hand. “I’m not brushing you off. If anything I want to bring you closer by letting you go.”
“Letting me go?” I blurted out. “I don’t get it,” I said, stunned by his words.
“Life has more imagination than the mind,” he said, rubbing the back of my hand as he held it with his other hand.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” I asked, confused and still feeing I was being rejected.
“It means you have to live and see where life takes you,” he said, calmly. “Let the path unfold and take it one step at a time.”
“I’m doing that. I left my town where I was a prisoner and came to Boston and I met you on my first day. I still can’t believe it and now you are telling me you think I should meet other men. Why?”
He nodded, his blue eyes looking into mine, seeing how upset and confused I was.
“Why would you want me to meet other men unless you are not happy with me and this is your way of brushing me off, taking advantage of me and then saying you’re letting me go for my own good. It feels like you are pushing me away.”
“I understand you feel I am brushing you off, but I’m not,” he said. “I can see what a good hearted, wonderful person you are. I would be a fool to brush you off, but you need freedom. You have been in a prison all of your life. It’s time for you to feel free, meet other men, fuck them, go places, get a job, experience the world.” He paused.
Tears swelled up in my eyes, my throat ached as I tried not to cry. I heard his words but at that moment, he was all I wanted to experience. I was trembling and did not want to leave the bed and at the same time I wanted to run away. I was angry that he did not want to possess me, that he didn’t think enough of me to keep me, make him his, that he wanted me to be with other men. Why? Why was he doing this to me?
“Don’t be upset, Molly?” he said, looking into my eyes. “Believe me, this is for the best.”
Suddenly, I sat up then pushed myself out of bed, quickly found my skirt, my bra, my blouse. I held back my tears and then my words burst out before I could stop them, “I HATE YOU!”
I quickly got dressed, picked up my shoes and bolted for the door. I turned to him. “I HATE YOU!”
I ran down the hall and up the stairs to my apartment. I was sobbing. It was early in the morning and no one was up. I opened my door and slammed it shut, half hoping he would have followed me, try to stop me, but he didn’t. I wanted him to keep me. I was shaking and somehow wanted to make him want me. I would show him. I would hurt him like he was hurting me. I was determined.
Later, after taking a shower, I tried to sleep but couldn’t. All I could think of was Jesse and what a bastard he was for brushing me off after seducing me. I glanced at my digital clock and saw it was eight-thirty and decided to get dressed and go to the coffee shop up the street, get a paper and start job hunting. I needed a job and I wanted Jesse to know I didn’t need him. I would snub him, show him how much I hated him for hurting me. “I’ll show him,” I said as I got dressed in my tight jeans and tiny tank top. I combed and fluffed out my hair and liked how sexy I looked.
When I walked outside, Jesse was coming out of the alley carrying two trash cans to the curb. I saw his eyes looking up and down my body, obviously liking what he saw but he didn’t make a move to come towards me. I turned away, barely looking at him and walked in the opposite direction towards the coffee shop. I knew he was looking at me and I liked that. I wanted him to know what he was losing, but I was not going to give him an inch. I was determined not to let him hurt me again. I would make him want me and then not give in to him. No way would I let myself be vulnerable again. I wanted him to see me with other men, wondering if I was fucking them, making him jealous and know he lost me by brushing me off. How could he want me to fuck other men and not be his? I was furious and determined to hurt him.
I walked into a café up the street called, “The Coffee Club.” I looked around, noticing it was nicely furnished with small wooden tables, some of them round, some square with two chairs lined against the brick wall. There were couches and soft chairs with magazines. It was still early but the café was crowded with business men on cell phones, college students, women dressed in smart suits, others in skirts and blouses, many in jeans or slacks. Some people had computers and others listened to their I-pods. It was busy with the subdued buzz of conversations and the jazzy music playing in the background. Several men looked up as I walked by their tables towards the counter. Obviously my tight jeans and skimpy tank top were catching eyes and I liked that.
I went up to the counter and looked up at the big black board on the wall that listed all kinds of coffees--espresso, cappuccino, lattes and on and on--things I had heard of but never had. I didn’t know what to order when the dark haired girl behind the counter asked, “What can I get you?”
I looked up at the board then back at her, noticing the small gold stud in her nose and at least six tiny earrings in a row on her ear. She smiled at me while I thought.
"So many choices,” I said.
"Yeah, there are,” she answered, nodding.
“Just a regular coffee,” I said, still too upset with Jesse to think.
“To go or for here,” she asked, looking at me with a slight smile. I think she was looking me over which made me feel funny.
“For here,” I responded.
“Cool,” she answered. “A mug is a dollar-twenty five but you can have a refill for another quarter.”
“Just the mug,” I answered, looking around for an empty table.
When I turned, I saw a man looking at me and our eyes met. I quickly turned away but knew he was checking me out. He was probably my age and had short blond hair. I liked that he was looking at me but didn’t want to show any interest. I knew I had to walk past his table to get to the empty one I saw near the rear of the café.
While I waited for my coffee, I went over to the rack with newspapers and picked up the Globe and got back to the counter just as my coffee was coming.
“That’s two twenty-five with the paper,” she said.
I gave her a five dollar bill and when she handed me the change, she said, “Don’t look now, but that blond haired guy over there hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.”
“Oh,” I said, acting surprised.
“I know him,” she said. “Be careful. He’s trouble.”
“Thanks,” I said, picking up my mug of coffee and tucked the paper under my arm.
When I walked past his table, I resisted glancing at him but could feel his eyes on me.
“Hi,” he said, smiling at me.
“Hi,” I said, turning to him, nodding, smiling slightly and continued to my table, knowing his eyes were following me. I lay the newspaper flat on the table, glancing back at him then at the headline while I tore open a sugar packet, shaking the sugar into my mug.
After a few minutes, I looked up and saw the blond haired guy standing in front of my table. He smiled and without asking sat down opposite me.
“Hope I’m not disturbing you,” he said. “I’m Michael.”
“No,” I answered. “I’m just surprised,” I added, noticing his hazel eyes and how muscular he was in the black t-shirt he wore. He obviously worked out.
“And you are?” he asked, pausing.
"I’m Molly,” I said noticing how we was looking into my eyes.
“You’re new around here. I come here everyday and the same people come in--so you must be new.”
“I am. I just moved here yesterday,” I said, glancing at my newspaper. “Now I have to see about getting a job.”
“Good luck. It’s not such a hot job market these days,” he said. “I just got laid off two days ago.”
“Too bad--what were you doing?”
“Stock Market--worked for First National Trust, but they’re laying off people left and right. Twenty of us got the shaft this week so no more suit and ties for me.”
“You look so young to work in the stock market.”
"I’ve got a Masters in Finance from Harvard and I’m older than I look--just turned thirty.”
“Wow,” I nodded. “A Masters from Harvard and now you are out of work.”
“That’s right. How about you?”
“I just came here from a small town in Maine and have a small apartment just down the street.”
“Nice,” he said, smiling at me. "Interesting," he added. “Why did you move to Boston from Maine?” he asked, probing my eyes.
Suddenly, I saw my chance to make Jesse jealous and was thinking maybe I can get Michael to come to my apartment. I had never flirted before but the way he was looking at me, I thought it would be fun to tease him. I don’t know where I got the nerve but thought why not see what happens, so I put my plan into action. I took a deep breath.
“I moved to Boston because my town was so boring. No guys there that I’d be interested in. I wanted action and I know you know what I mean,” I said, leaning forward, surprised how brazen I was being.
“Yes, I know what you mean,” he said, nodding, smiling slightly, glancing at my tits barely contained by my tank top then looked into my eyes.
I picked up my coffee and took a sip, looking at him over the rim. My eyes looked into his and he looked into mine and suddenly the sexual tension between us was there. I was surprised how fast opportunities were coming to me and was determined to get him to my apartment and make sure that Jesse saw us. I wanted to hurt Jesse the way he hurt me. I would use Michael. I couldn’t believe how I was thinking but I knew what I wanted to do.
I glanced over at the girl behind the counter and remembered her telling me to be careful with Michael.
“Hey Michael, how come the girl at the counter said I should be careful around you?”
“Oh Jenny,” he said, glancing towards her then back at me. “We had a fling,” he said.
“A fling, huh. So should I be careful?” I asked and moved my leg under the table and touched his leg.
"Yes,” he said with a sly smile. “You should be careful.”
“Why?’ I asked, slipping my shoe off and boldly pressed my foot between his legs and against his cock like I did with Jesse. I could not believe I was doing this to a man I just met. I was becoming someone else, someone I didn’t recognize but it felt good. I wanted to be bad. I wanted him to think I was a slut. I wanted to lure him back to my apartment, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me. I just wanted to use Michael to get back at Jesse.
Michael moved forward, pushing his cock against my bare foot, grinding against it and his hardness was turning me on. I knew it was dangerous to take a man I just met back to my apartment, teasing him and then not letting him get me in bed. Even the danger was exciting me and I wondered if I was being crazy.
“You don’t waste time, do you?” he said
“Why waste time when we both know what we want?” I said, smiling and biting my lower lip, trying to sound confident and aggressive, but my heart was pounding. My foot on his cock was getting me wet. I was turned on but thought I’d be able to control things once we got back to the apartment.
"Let’s go back to my place,” I said, taking my foot away and leaning across the table, my tits practically spilling out of my tank top.
I finished my coffee, slipped on my shoe and stood up. He stood up and our eyes met. I could see the bulge in his jeans and smiled at him as I squeezed by him, grazing my ass against it. Fortunately we were at a table towards the back of the café and no one noticed what was going on. When he followed me, I knew his eyes were on my ass straining the tight jeans. I swayed my hips slightly just to add to the game I was playing.
Walking towards my apartment, I wondered where all this would lead. Would I be able to control the situation? Would Jesse see us?
I hooked my arm around Michael’s elbow as we walked, our hips touching. It was definitely hot. As we got closer to my apartment, I wondered if Jesse would see us, but I was also thinking about how to handle Michael and not let things get out of hand. My mind was swirling a mile a minute and at the same time, it felt good to feel Michael’s body next to mine. I had no idea where I was heading, but thought of Jesse’s words, “You need to fuck other men before you can give yourself to me. You will know what I mean.” At that moment I only knew how angry I was at him for brushing me off with those words. He was playing with my mind and I would teach him a lesson. How could he do this to me?
When we walked up the steps to the entrance of my apartment house, I looked down at the basement window which was just above the sidewalk. I knew that was Jesse’s apartment. I wondered where he was. When we entered the building and walked up the stairs to the second floor to my apartment, Michael was behind me and I knew he was looking at my ass.
“Like what you see,” I said, turning, looking into his eyes, teasing him.
“I do, very much,” he said, returning my look, a slight smile on his lips.
When we got to the top of the stairs, I saw Jesse on a ladder at the other end of the hall. He was changing a light bulb and he saw me. We were in front of my apartment and our eyes met. While I was unlocking my door, Michael pressed himself against my ass and started grinding into me. My eyes were still on Jesse’s eyes and then he smiled, nodding as if he didn’t care that I was with another man and looked away. His smile made me hate him even more. He didn’t care. It was then I knew I would let Michael fuck the hell out of me and shove that bastard Jesse out of my mind. I suddenly was hornier than ever.
When we were inside I slammed the door shut and grabbed Michael, wrapping my arms around him and pulled him into me. He pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. I got my hands on his ass, liking how tight his jeans felt and pulled him so that his hard cock was grinding into my already wet pussy. I was angry and I was going to take my anger out on Michael and fuck him like I was an insatiable demon.
My legs were spread wide apart, straining my tight jeans, my pussy open to him as we humped each other, both of us horny. He had no idea my rage was making me desperate to be fucked so that I could scream and let out my fury. He had no idea I was using his body and I didn’t care about anything except getting fucked and showing Jesse he was out of my life.
“Take me!” I yelled, pulling my mouth away from his. “Fuck me!”
“You’re a hot little bitch, aren’t you?” he said, his mouth an inch from mine.
“Yeah, and I want your cock. Don’t tease me. Just do it! Do it!”
He backed away from me and got down on his knees, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zipper and tried desperately to pull my tight jeans over my hips. I took over and squirmed out them, flipped off my shoes. He got the jeans over my feet leaving me with only my thin thong covering my shaved wet pussy. He then pressed his mouth against my wet thong and started licking me through it which only made me crazier. The barrier of that material pressing into my pussy by his invading tongue was excruciating. I was leaning against the door, my back arched, my legs spread apart, thrusting my pussy harder against his mouth. He was attacking my pussy with his fierce tongue. I pulled his hair forcing his mouth and tongue harder on my cunt and shouted, “Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!”
He grabbed my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks, pulling me harder against his tongue and suddenly ripped my thong off of me and started moving his tongue up and down my slit with such ferocious power, I thought I would explode any minute.
“Oh Fuck! I’m cummmming!” I shouted as his tongue licked my pussy, his nose pressed against my clit. I was writhing against the door, my orgasm rising through me like a freight train when he suddenly stopped just as I was about to cum all over his mouth.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop you bastard!” I yelled as he roughly turned me around, grabbing my arms then pulled me roughly across the room and slammed me against the wall, raising my arms above my head, stretching me and started pressing and grinding his hard cock against my ass. He still had his jeans on and quickly unzipped them, lowering them to his ankles.
"I got me a screamer,” he whispered in my ear. “Not a good idea to be next to the door,” he said, “Unless you want your neighbors to know what a slut you are.”
I immediately thought about Jesse hearing us as he worked down the hall but didn’t have time to think as Michael reached around and grabbed my tits with both hands, gripping them, his palms rubbing and squeezing my hard nipples causing my pussy to tingle with intense need. I wanted to cum bad then, as if he read my mind, one hand reached down and grasped my pussy mound, squeezing it hard, driving me insane with my need for more. I wanted his cock so bad and pushed my pussy harder against his hand.
He put his middle finger in my pussy and started fucking me with it, moving it in and out faster and faster. His hard cock pressed against my ass, his finger moving in me, my pussy gripping it, wanting to devour it. He entered a second finger and the tightness was overwhelming as I moved up and down on his finger, fucking them as they moved in and out with an intensity that brought me to the edge of exploding again. My body tensed as I moved faster and faster until he suddenly removed his fingers, leaving me on the desperate edge and quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out a package, ripped it open and slipped a condom on his cock. He was so fast.
I lowered my arms, bending over, pressing my hands against the wall as the head of his cock moved up and down my dripping pussy lips, driving me insane and I screamed, “Please, fuck me! I can’t stand it!”
“Okay, baby, take my cock” and suddenly he thrust into me hard, going deep into my aching pussy in one hard thrust causing me to gasp out loud, “Oh my god you’re so big!”
I pushed back against him wanting his cock to ravish me. I was out of my mind with need and so was he.
“Fuck me! I screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!”
His cock was like a piston ramming my dripping pussy. There was no pretense of caring. It was just hot animalistic fucking. He was leaning over me, riding me like I was a bitch in heat, his hard thrusts pushing me against the wall, grunting with each thrust. With my hands pressed against the wall, I pushed back as hard as I could, taking his hard thrusting cock deep. This was it. My body tensed, all sensation in my pussy started to roll through my body trembling, shuddering and suddenly I exploded like thunder in an intense overwhelming orgasm, my whole body shivering and shaking, my hair flailing as I screamed at the top of my lungs, not caring if anyone heard me, “Ohhhhhhhh Yes! I’m cummmmmming! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me. Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!
I then felt his cock swelling in me as he pounded my pussy and suddenly he yelled, “Fuck me you little slut! Take my cock! Take it!” he screamed with each hard thrust.
I could not believe how hard he was fucking me ‘Ohhhhhhfuck I’m cummmmmming! I’m cummmming,” he shouted. My pussy muscles gripped his cock as he exploded causing me to orgasm again and again as we both convulsed at the same time and then collapsed on the floor. He landed on my back and we were both gasping for air. He lay on me, his cock pressed against my ass as we lay on the hard floor unable to budge.
Suddenly, I wondered if people heard us. I wondered if Jesse heard our screaming as he worked at the end of the hall. We were both gasping and panting. While lying on the floor, unable to budge, I thought I heard footsteps outside my apartment as if some one was standing at the door and then I heard the footsteps walk away. I was sure it was Jesse and wondered what he was thinking. Was he jealous? Was I hurting him?
Just then Michael rolled off of me. He lay on his back, still breathing heavily. I was on my stomach still feeling the after shocks of our fucking. Without a word to me, he stood up, zipped his jeans and walked across the room. I turned and watched him, wondering what he was going to do. He looked at me on the floor.
“Thanks for the fuck,” he said, opening the door and left, slamming it shut.
I could not believe he left just like that. No touching me, no cuddling, no kiss, not even a goodbye. I lay naked on the floor stunned by what had just happened and suddenly felt used, even though I was the one who seduced him in the café and lured him to my apartment. Still, he didn’t have to be so cold. I wanted tenderness, something more than a cold thank you. I felt empty and angry--now angry at Michael and Jesse and wondered if all men were jerks who just used women.
I got up and gathered my jeans and ripped thong. My tank top was still on, my tits hanging out. I walked to the kitchen area to get a glass of water. I turned on the faucet, remembering Jesse fixing the leak. His face flashed into my mind. I remembered his kind smile and how he looked down on me when he took my virginity, how we fucked on the floor and how gentle he was in his apartment after he fucked me on his table asking if I was okay. I thought about his words, “You will know what I mean when you see it,” still uncertain what he meant and then thought about Michael and Jenny’s warning words, “Be careful. He’s trouble.”
I gulped down the water and stood by the sink, my mind spinning with confusion and anger.
Just then I heard a knock at my door. I quickly slid on my jeans as the knocking came again. “Who could that be?” I wondered as I took a breath and buttoned my jeans.
When I opened the door, it was Jesse.
“What do you want?’ I asked, looking into his eyes, surprised and still angry. I didn’t want to see him.
“Are you alright? I saw that guy slam your door and rush out of the building. I wondered if anything bad happened. Are you okay?”
I shook my head from side to side, not able to comprehend Jesse’s words, his being there--my anger still wracking me.
“I don’t know,” I answered. “I don’t know anything.”
Jesse nodded but didn’t say anything as he stood by the open door.
“Go away,” I said. “Go away! Will you please go away!”
“No, I won’t go away,” he said, looking into my eyes. “You’re upset. Something bad happened.”
I closed my eyes wanting to shut out the world. I shook my head again from side to side. Jesse then entered my apartment. He closed the door and took me into his arms, holding me close. I burst into tears and started crying as he held me and pulled me closer. His strong arms held me, rubbing my back, soothing me as I cried into his shoulder.
He didn’t say a word as he held me. I was sobbing, my body shaking. He moved one hand to the back of my head, stroking my hair. He was so gentle.
After a few moments, he took my hand and led me to my bed. He laid me down on my back and sat on the edge of the bed, next to me, holding my hand. “You are having quite an experience,” he said, softly.
"I guess so,” I managed to say, wiping tears from my eyes.
“You said that’s what you wanted,” he added.
“I know, but I didn’t expect so much would happen in two days.”
Jesse nodded and smiled, looking down at me as I lay on the bed. He leaned forward and kissed me lightly, holding my hand. “Remember, life has more imagination than the mind,” he said, his lips just above mine.
I nodded at his words, reminding me of what he said last night.
He then kissed me again, his soft lips lingering on my lips. I returned his kiss, loving his tenderness, suddenly forgetting what just happened as Jesse’s lips and stroking my hair relaxed me and I knew how special he was, knew what he meant I would know and felt my wanting him growing as his warm lips kissed me harder. His tongue opened my mouth, sending ripples through my body, our tongues swirling as our passion rose. Suddenly, he stopped kissing me, looking deeply into my eyes, smiling down at me then kissed me again, harder and I felt my whole body melt.
His hand pulled the thin straps of my tank top off of my shoulders and pulled it down over my tits. He started kissing and licking my nipples. His mouth was gentle at first but the intensity of his tongue licking me grew and my pussy ached with wanting him.
I wrapped my arms around him and placed one hand on the back of his head holding him against my tit as he sucked and licked me harder.
He then moved his hand down to the button of my jeans, and opened them,squeezing his hand inside, snaking down to my pussy, somehow managing to grasp my mound in the palm of his hand, the tightness of my jeans pressing him hard against my wet pussy. I was writhing at his touch, lifting my ass of the bed pushing myself against his hand.
“Oh that feels so good,” I gasped.
He rubbed back and forth as I pushed harder against his hand.
“Make love to me,” I pleaded.
He removed his hand. Got up on his knees between my legs and started to pull my jeans off. I lifted my ass and squirmed to help him. He then unbuttoned his jeans, and his hard cock sprung out. He stood up at the end of the bed and slipped out of them. I could not take my eyes off of his hard cock standing straight out. I put my feet on the bed, my knees bent, opening my legs wide for him, my arms reaching for him. I never wanted anything so much as to have him take me.
He got on the bed between my legs, his hand on his cock, moving the tip up and down my pussy, driving me insane.
“Don’t tease me,” I pleaded.
He moved the tip of his cock against my throbbing clit--our eyes locked on each other as he played with me, smiling sweetly as if he enjoyed giving me this pleasure.
I lifted my ass off the bed, arching my back, my pussy reaching for him when he suddenly thrust deep into me, pounding me back to the bed.
“Ohhhhhhh yes! yes!” I screamed as he pulled out and rammed his cock into me faster and harder.
Suddenly he stopped, his cock deep in me and just held me, not moving, looking into my eyes, smiling. I felt so completely full as my pussy gripped and embraced his cock.
I looked into his eyes, loving the power of him holding me still. He took my hands in his, holding them above my head, our fingers tightly entwined.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you when I said I wanted you to be free to experience life. I wasn’t brushing you off. I wanted you to be out there so you could grow as a person and then be with me because you knew there was no where else you would rather be.”
“I want you to possess me,” I said. “I want to be yours. I want to be your angel, your lover.”
He smiled, nodding. “Good. Let’s take one day at a time.”
I loved how his eyes looked deeply into mine as if he was seeing into the depths of my soul. After a moment, he swiveled his hips slowly, moving his cock in a slow screwing motion. Though the weight of his body was pinning me to the bed, I was able to move my hips with his, my pussy gripping his cock. We moved in a slow circular, swiveling motion, his cock rubbing against my g-spot, the head of his cock pressed against my cervix, the base of his cock and his pubic bone rubbing my clit as he gyrated in a slow steady motion. He then reached under me and grasped my ass and I did the same, squeezing his firm ass cheeks, my fingers digging into his skin. I looked up into eyes, my mouth wide open, the excruciating pleasure we were experiencing was overwhelming. It felt as if time had stopped as we moved as one, our hands holding each others ass, moving perfectly together, slowly, then a little faster, then, harder, faster and harder, swirling faster and harder as our need to explode grew until finally he pulled his cock out and suddenly thrust it deep and hard opening me with his driving cock. Holding my ass, he lifted me off the bed, arching my back then drove me back to the bed with harder and harder thrusts. All I wanted was to be fucked hard and deep, to be taken and devoured by this man’s passion. Suddenly, my whole body tensed, trembling then convulsing and exploding in a huge orgasm that completely overwhelmed my senses. My screaming inspired him to keep thrusting even harder and I was wracked with orgasm after orgasm. His screaming matched mine as a loud guttural Ahhhhhhhhhhh burst from his open mouth, each thrust shooting his hot cum deep into me then he stopped, writhing above me before collapsing heavily onto my limp, weak body, both of us panting and gasping desperately.
We lay there in the mid-morning light coming through the windows, not able to budge. The room seemed to glow when I opened my eyes and realized we had just crossed the thin line between loneliness and belonging, between lust and love. Neither of us spoke. There was no other sound but our breathing. He lay on me, my arms and legs wrapped around his body. My mind was spinning but I knew I wanted to make him happy. I had no idea where all of this would lead but for now, all I wanted was to be his lover and much more.
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