DREAM -
P.O.V. is from the shooter…
Man in a room with an assault rifle. There are five-ten movie star guys, 20-30 yrs old on the floor of the room. He starts by first shooting one of them in the leg. He spins and falls silently. The others each stand up and start to beg for their lives, though there is no sound except for a click whenever the trigger is pulled. The victims are each wearing dollar bills stuck to their bare shoulders and chests. The only other thing they have on are sheer briefs. You can see their cocks and balls through the material. They each get shot once in the shoulder or neck and grab it and fall. Then the next guy gets shot.
P.o.v. shifts to dreamer…
The Shooter is a long-haired young guy looks sort of like actor Lukas Haas. He walks out of the room and is walking through a restaurant. He carries the gun openly and says or nods “good night” to a few people and no one seems shocked by the gun he is carrying. Nice place. 1/3 of the tables are full of late-night diners finishing their meals. Dark wood paneled walls and red leather banquettes. Wait staff wears white aprons.
Once outside, he thinks that this is quite a rifle. His two female buddies do too. He aims at a tall tower, like a lighthouse but industrial, maybe a smokestack, probably 500 yds away. He shoots and the light in the top of it goes it. “Wow. Great shot,” someone says. He shoots at a bldg a few blocks away and part of the neon sign sparks. He turns and points the gun at a big glass window on the front of the restaurant he just came out of across the street. Someone inside falls to the ground…for a moment everyone thinks he’s been shot but he gets up laughing. They are all dancing inside the window. The shooter leans the gun in a corner against the front of a bar they are standing in front of.
p.o.v. changes…to me.
The shooter is now gone and I’m standing with the two women. A guy walks up that we know. Tall, blond bearded. His name id DJ. He’s with an even taller, slightly older, short-bearded guy carrying a huge black backpack. DJ says, “This is Tom Mitchell. He directed Blittz II”. We all recognize the name of a famous film or video game. They walk in the door. DJ sticks his head back out and announces, “I think he’s my soul mate…too bad I’m not gay.”
The woman to my immediate right is a Gwyneth Paltrow look alike. She has a short quiet, exotic –looking girl and her right arm. ‘Gwyn’ says to the a girl who walked up with DJ, “Where’s the money?” For some reason I know she’s speaking code. DJ’s girl walks up and moves her white woolen thumb to Gwyn’s eye, wiping a white cocaine-like substance just under her lower eyelid. The woman turns to me and pokes the same thumb into my nostrils, first right, then left. I lean to Gwyn and whisper. “Bet you she’ll kiss me in 30 seconds.” She laughs. I look at the woman who is a stunning brunette with freckles and emerald green eyes. I silently look intently into her eyes for an endless 15 seconds and then I say softly, “What makes you need to kiss me so badly?” She leans in and our mouth s meet, wet and open. I take her bottom lip between my teeth for a moment. I take her hand and we quickly walk down the block.
A block down on our left, there is a small store front with no sign. The tall, narrow window is lit from behind by harsh fluorescent light. We walk in the door. The room is maybe 5’ x 5’. There is an Asian woman at a counter. Walking past her we move through a dark door into a large back room. Maybe 15’x15’, lined all in large white tiles. There are two young Asian women talking at a sink/counter in front of a mirror.
I put a hand on my new friend’s shoulder and she sits on a bench. I take a step towards her and look down to see the distinct outline of my hard cock jutting straight out towards her. She pulls open my pants and engulfs my stiffness down her throat. Taking her left hand, I pull her index finger into my mouth, wetting it well.
“Do it,” is all I say and she takes her hand away and slowly slides her finger into my waiting ass. In three or four slow pumps down her throat, I am ready to explode. She pulls her nose back away from my crotch and lays my cock head on her tongue so I can watch my hot excitement fill her mouth. I feel her eyes on mine, anticipating.
When she has taken it all and cleaned me off. I pull her standing by her long, soft hair, kiss a few stray drops from her lips and reach down between her legs. Under her short skirt her thin lace panties are drenched and easily move aside as I slip two fingers into her. We stare into each others eyes as she begins to move against my hand in slow undulating motion. Her eyes glaze over and I feel her shift her body weight against me, her arms around my neck becoming heavy. As her breathing quickens, she tightens her grip around my fingers and I sense a long wave of release coursing slowly up her body, followed quickly by a succession of repeated involuntary spasms. She never closes her eyes though they get thinner and nearly shut a couple of times. When she is sated, we lean heavily against the wall.
The ambient light which had dimmed and seemed tinged in red from a small window above us, now took on a warm but brighter glow. I hear the Asian women giggling and whispering behind us. I slide down onto the bench, my date never takes her arms from around my neck, eyes now shut, breathing slowly as if she is practically sleeping. I cradle her in my arms.
One of the women walks towards us and with a steaming dark towel gently wipes our hands while the other does the same to my cock, still protruding from my fly. She gently tucks me back in and zips me up. They leave us alone in the room.
p.o.v. is now third person/camera man…
I walk out of the room, carrying the woman in my arms. The girl at the front counter scurries quickly to open the front door. We are again on the same dark street vague traces of purple dawn showing themselves from around the corners of buildings.
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Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
FIRST DATE FUCKS
Yeah, I've had a couple of first date fucks...not that I don't always HOPE for it...but since the first one I had way back in college was a nightmare, and I won't relive the details but let's just say it was ME who faked orgasm to get rid of her!!!
How many times in 15 minutes can you hear "Am I good? Am I good? Am I the best?" So I sort of purposefully steered clear of first date fucking for years until about a year and a half ago when on a first date things were just going swimmingly well. Actually, that's an appropriate choice of words as you will see.
We headed back to my place after a long dinner out and great flirty conversation. Needless to say, it turned into a 36 hour first date and other than the first 3 hours at dinner and about a 6-hour nap in the middle, we were naked and fucking and wildly insane the whole time.
She was my first squirter and I have never before desired a mask and a snorkle while having sex but it was wild. She claimed to have counted over 30 squirting orgasms and my drenched face, head and bed did not doubt her math skills. I was using the Taoist injaculation methods that I had practiced for about three years (see my blog INGASMS from 9/24/09) and came many times both many innies and a couple of outties as she liked to call them.
Pretty fucking intense, literally.
On our next date we fucked in the upper balcony of a 3/4 full concert hall right in our aisle seats and then she sucked my cock in the bathroom at the post-party. Needless to say, I will never forget this wild one.
My legs were actually shaking at the memory as I typed this. Unfortunately, part of her inhibitions and her fluid retention resulted from copious amounts of alcohol she ingested which made all other parts of having any kind of continuing relationship unfathomable. She's doing better now, I hear and happy in a new romance. I wonder if he's a Navy Seal?
How many times in 15 minutes can you hear "Am I good? Am I good? Am I the best?" So I sort of purposefully steered clear of first date fucking for years until about a year and a half ago when on a first date things were just going swimmingly well. Actually, that's an appropriate choice of words as you will see.
We headed back to my place after a long dinner out and great flirty conversation. Needless to say, it turned into a 36 hour first date and other than the first 3 hours at dinner and about a 6-hour nap in the middle, we were naked and fucking and wildly insane the whole time.
She was my first squirter and I have never before desired a mask and a snorkle while having sex but it was wild. She claimed to have counted over 30 squirting orgasms and my drenched face, head and bed did not doubt her math skills. I was using the Taoist injaculation methods that I had practiced for about three years (see my blog INGASMS from 9/24/09) and came many times both many innies and a couple of outties as she liked to call them.
Pretty fucking intense, literally.
On our next date we fucked in the upper balcony of a 3/4 full concert hall right in our aisle seats and then she sucked my cock in the bathroom at the post-party. Needless to say, I will never forget this wild one.
My legs were actually shaking at the memory as I typed this. Unfortunately, part of her inhibitions and her fluid retention resulted from copious amounts of alcohol she ingested which made all other parts of having any kind of continuing relationship unfathomable. She's doing better now, I hear and happy in a new romance. I wonder if he's a Navy Seal?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
ON THE PARTY BUS PT. I
I’m on the party bus, late night, hour-long ride home from the gig in Annapolis. I put my shirt as a pillow under Shelli’s head for she has fallen asleep in the seat behind me. She is one of the most stunningly beautiful women I have ever encountered. No, seriously. So hot that my friend Paolo recently confessed that he had even followed her around campus on a couple of occasions just to not have to stop looking at her.
Her blouse has fallen open a bit and I can see her entire left nipple in the streetlight that flickers in through the open bus window. Laying my head on the back of my seat, I just stare at her, dreaming of how little rest I'd get if I found myself in bed with her each night, watching her sleep. My hand drops to my lap and in the darkness as everyone is sleeping and passed out, I feel my cock stiffen in my pants and wish I had the balls to pull it out right there.
Suddenly someone slides into the seat next to me. It is another young beauty, the birthday girl Mia who we all sang to earlier in the evening. I'd been eyeing her dancing all night in her tight-fitting, very short batik dress. A sight to behold now plopped down next to me with her bottle of Jim Beam tightly in her grip. She pushes the bottle towards me and as I pull my hand up from my crotch, she glances down and notices the pre-existing condition in my pants. I take what she’s holding and she, in turn, reaches down and gets a firm hold on what was just in my hand. As she persistently rubs my heated lap she says, “Ah ha, so you knew I was coming.”
“Are you?” I say practically out of breath from the excitement.
“In a minute,” she replies with a grin and spreads her legs invitingly. Her blue mini-dress slides up the top of her legs and I transfer the bottle to my left hand before sliding my right up the inside of her soft inner thigh. When I reach her young, panty-less crotch, I feel her slick, shaved quim already wet and awaiting my fingertips' slow caresses.
I lean over and give her a lingering kiss and she makes a soft little moan as my middle finger slips slowly into her body. She fumbles a bit for my zipper and then delicately eases it down and pulls my engorged cock out into the humid night air. All of the windows on the bus are open and there are 2-3 drunken voices reveling near the back, everyone else silent, buzzed, exhausted.
She glances down at my throbbing rod filling her small, strong hand and immediately stands and throws a leg over mine and as her skirt pulls up on its own, she slides down and impales herself on my anxiousness.
Her athletic, 22-year old body--she’s a track star, the only woman on a men’s college team—takes control and I am pinned beneath her, her soaked flesh is as tight as can be around me and she leans over to whisper in my ear, “Fill me up, baby. I can feel your heat inside.” She moves slowly so as to not attract much attention, throws her arms on top of my shoulders and pulls my face into her cleavage. I lick between her pert, young breasts and suddenly I feel a hand slip down my chest, slide directly to my right nipple. It pinches and pulls slowly with increasing pressure until the glorious pain rocks my head. Noticing that Mia’s arms are still over my shoulders, I realize that the playful nipple torturer is Shelli, her arm over the back of my seat joining in on our little party from behind us. I feel her tongue briefly at my ear and she whispers, “Save some for me, boy.”
“Oooooooooooo,” Mia is now cooing above me, her hair hanging on either side of her face. I stare up at her in the flashing freeway light. She is so very young. Flawless skin and ruby lips slightly open and breathing heavily. She grips my cock with her taut cunt and I feel her milking me up and down with her muscles only. She moves only her hips so from anywhere else in the bus all seems still. Shelli leans in and starts to kiss Mia sweetly on the neck and cheek through her hair until Mia turns to her and meets her lips daringly. In a very short time, I feel her begin to spasm and the waves start rolling up from her, her thighs wrapping tighter around me. “Fuck…oh my god…” Shelli giggles at Mia's outburst, ‘Ssssh. Quiet, baby.’
I can smell Shelli’s sweet breath in close proximity to us, as she pulls my nipple, twisting hard and slowly as I begin to feel waves of my own. “Cum, cum, cum inside me, come with me, cu..oh god…oh..” Mia was practically incoherent, squeezing and shuddering all over my cock and as she pushes all the way down onto me, her clit hitting my pubic bone, I turn and look into Shelli’s stunningly gorgeous face as I start to cum…she is smiling so big, so happy, staring into my eyes and I shiver a huge load up into this young girl…Mia grasps hard around my neck and I feel her shoulders shaking and Shelli leans over and kisses me softly on the mouth and I feel her smiling as she kisses me…
“Lucky girl,” Shelli whispers. Mia puts her hands on my shoulders, pushing back away from me and I pull her soaked hair from her face. Tears are rolling down her cheeks and she rolls her eyes saying, “FUCK!” a bit too loudly and the three of us crack up.
We quickly look around and behind us it is pretty quiet. Cute couple Didi and Paul are now making out two seats ahead of us. The kid directly in front of us is snoring through it all and across the aisle from us is a wide-eyed, angelic hippie boy trying to avert his eyes, acting as if wasn’t just witnessing this steamy scene. Mia notices him, climbs off of me and into the seat next to him, plants a big, lingering kiss on his lips and then curls up and falls asleep in his arms. He is completely shocked, the look of a deer caught in the headlights on his face.
Shelli climbs around the seat and in next to me. She bends and takes my semi-hard cock to her lips, licking the remains of Mia and I off of me before rising up to kiss me deep and long. She tucks my hardening cock back into my pants and whispers, “No wonder your girlfriends adore you so much.” I chuckle and am at a loss for words, for she is truly one of the great beauties I have ever seen. “Promise me you won’t let it go too long without having some fun with me,” she says, her lips pressed to my ear. If we weren’t so close to the end of the trip, I’d stand her on the seat on her knees and eat her pussy and ass all the way home.
“You are at the top of my list, gorgeous,” I reply.
Looking me directly in the eye, she smiled slyly, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
Her blouse has fallen open a bit and I can see her entire left nipple in the streetlight that flickers in through the open bus window. Laying my head on the back of my seat, I just stare at her, dreaming of how little rest I'd get if I found myself in bed with her each night, watching her sleep. My hand drops to my lap and in the darkness as everyone is sleeping and passed out, I feel my cock stiffen in my pants and wish I had the balls to pull it out right there.
Suddenly someone slides into the seat next to me. It is another young beauty, the birthday girl Mia who we all sang to earlier in the evening. I'd been eyeing her dancing all night in her tight-fitting, very short batik dress. A sight to behold now plopped down next to me with her bottle of Jim Beam tightly in her grip. She pushes the bottle towards me and as I pull my hand up from my crotch, she glances down and notices the pre-existing condition in my pants. I take what she’s holding and she, in turn, reaches down and gets a firm hold on what was just in my hand. As she persistently rubs my heated lap she says, “Ah ha, so you knew I was coming.”
“Are you?” I say practically out of breath from the excitement.
“In a minute,” she replies with a grin and spreads her legs invitingly. Her blue mini-dress slides up the top of her legs and I transfer the bottle to my left hand before sliding my right up the inside of her soft inner thigh. When I reach her young, panty-less crotch, I feel her slick, shaved quim already wet and awaiting my fingertips' slow caresses.
I lean over and give her a lingering kiss and she makes a soft little moan as my middle finger slips slowly into her body. She fumbles a bit for my zipper and then delicately eases it down and pulls my engorged cock out into the humid night air. All of the windows on the bus are open and there are 2-3 drunken voices reveling near the back, everyone else silent, buzzed, exhausted.
She glances down at my throbbing rod filling her small, strong hand and immediately stands and throws a leg over mine and as her skirt pulls up on its own, she slides down and impales herself on my anxiousness.
Her athletic, 22-year old body--she’s a track star, the only woman on a men’s college team—takes control and I am pinned beneath her, her soaked flesh is as tight as can be around me and she leans over to whisper in my ear, “Fill me up, baby. I can feel your heat inside.” She moves slowly so as to not attract much attention, throws her arms on top of my shoulders and pulls my face into her cleavage. I lick between her pert, young breasts and suddenly I feel a hand slip down my chest, slide directly to my right nipple. It pinches and pulls slowly with increasing pressure until the glorious pain rocks my head. Noticing that Mia’s arms are still over my shoulders, I realize that the playful nipple torturer is Shelli, her arm over the back of my seat joining in on our little party from behind us. I feel her tongue briefly at my ear and she whispers, “Save some for me, boy.”
“Oooooooooooo,” Mia is now cooing above me, her hair hanging on either side of her face. I stare up at her in the flashing freeway light. She is so very young. Flawless skin and ruby lips slightly open and breathing heavily. She grips my cock with her taut cunt and I feel her milking me up and down with her muscles only. She moves only her hips so from anywhere else in the bus all seems still. Shelli leans in and starts to kiss Mia sweetly on the neck and cheek through her hair until Mia turns to her and meets her lips daringly. In a very short time, I feel her begin to spasm and the waves start rolling up from her, her thighs wrapping tighter around me. “Fuck…oh my god…” Shelli giggles at Mia's outburst, ‘Ssssh. Quiet, baby.’
I can smell Shelli’s sweet breath in close proximity to us, as she pulls my nipple, twisting hard and slowly as I begin to feel waves of my own. “Cum, cum, cum inside me, come with me, cu..oh god…oh..” Mia was practically incoherent, squeezing and shuddering all over my cock and as she pushes all the way down onto me, her clit hitting my pubic bone, I turn and look into Shelli’s stunningly gorgeous face as I start to cum…she is smiling so big, so happy, staring into my eyes and I shiver a huge load up into this young girl…Mia grasps hard around my neck and I feel her shoulders shaking and Shelli leans over and kisses me softly on the mouth and I feel her smiling as she kisses me…
“Lucky girl,” Shelli whispers. Mia puts her hands on my shoulders, pushing back away from me and I pull her soaked hair from her face. Tears are rolling down her cheeks and she rolls her eyes saying, “FUCK!” a bit too loudly and the three of us crack up.
We quickly look around and behind us it is pretty quiet. Cute couple Didi and Paul are now making out two seats ahead of us. The kid directly in front of us is snoring through it all and across the aisle from us is a wide-eyed, angelic hippie boy trying to avert his eyes, acting as if wasn’t just witnessing this steamy scene. Mia notices him, climbs off of me and into the seat next to him, plants a big, lingering kiss on his lips and then curls up and falls asleep in his arms. He is completely shocked, the look of a deer caught in the headlights on his face.
Shelli climbs around the seat and in next to me. She bends and takes my semi-hard cock to her lips, licking the remains of Mia and I off of me before rising up to kiss me deep and long. She tucks my hardening cock back into my pants and whispers, “No wonder your girlfriends adore you so much.” I chuckle and am at a loss for words, for she is truly one of the great beauties I have ever seen. “Promise me you won’t let it go too long without having some fun with me,” she says, her lips pressed to my ear. If we weren’t so close to the end of the trip, I’d stand her on the seat on her knees and eat her pussy and ass all the way home.
“You are at the top of my list, gorgeous,” I reply.
Looking me directly in the eye, she smiled slyly, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
Friday, May 30, 2008
MY FIRST TIME
During my first two semesters at college I kept seeing this beautiful young lady on campus; at the service counter in the Spartan bookstore and even at some concerts I went to. I was enthralled. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Her face occupied my dreams and fantasies for days to come. I was instantly hot over her the first time I saw her and I'd linger in that part of the store whenever I saw her there. She had long, full dark brown hair down to the top of her ass.
On June 20, 1976, my buddy and I went to see a concert in L.A. I spotted this beauty there walking down the aisle in front of us.
“Bink, see that girl with the long, brown hair? Do you know her?”
“Yeah,” he said. “She’s gorgeous. She works in the book store.”
The next day, I started working at the Creation Dock Seafood Exchange restaurant in the touristy part of town. While cleaning up on my first day (I was hired as groundskeeper/janitor/prep cook), this same radiant woman walked by me and said, “Hi.” Needless to say, I was astonished that she worked there, as fate would have it.
I watched her working at the waitress station, from my peephole in the kitchen. I lingered at my tasks a bit until I had a chance to catch her eye again and I took my shot. Getting ballsy with a beautiful woman for the first time in my life. “How’d you like that concert in L.A. last night?”
“How do you know I went?” she asked, blown away that I’d noticed her.
“I never forget a pretty face.” I was shocked as the words flowed gracefully, if horridly clichéd, from my lips. I found out her name was Jill and I helped her bus some tables when she was busy.
While I was on break, eating lunch in the empty bar, she came up and bought me a beer. When I told her how old I was, she was again, surprised. She thought I was her age (I was 19). She was a beautiful, experienced, seductive 23-year-old. Half-Thai, half-Irish, her family from Oregon.
The next day, she asked if I wanted to get a six-pack and hangout after work. Well, yeah but she'd have to buy because I was only 19. We sat in my car at the marina and got to know each other a bit. I was entranced.
We’d visit over lunch for about a week, getting to know each other pretty quickly. Then one day after work, she came over to my apartment and went swimming for a while. She threw her arms around me at one point and I sprouted a tremendous hard-on. She later told me that from that point on she decided to “scheme on” me. If I would’ve been more cognizant of that fact, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. I was really in awe and intimidated by the insanely beautiful girl.
One evening shortly thereafter, I was half-in-the-bag and playing guitar in my bedroom with my roomie and Jill showed up. She said that she had gotten into a fight with her boyfriend, Rex, who she lived with in the next beach town up the coast about three miles. She asked if she could stay with me. Of course, I was thrilled, she didn’t have to ask twice. She tossed a brown paper sack at me that held a fresh pair of panties and a toothbrush. Traveling light. I loved a girl with a plan but I wasn't quite ready for her directness. I was not used to this at all but I would sure try!
This first night she fell asleep (she was buzzed when she got there) and I slept totally naked with a woman for the first time in my life. Let me rephrase that: I spent the night in bed naked with a naked woman for the first time. I did not sleep. I laid wide awake, staring at her beautiful sleeping face, smelling her hair, looking at her miraculous dark brown nipples and marveled at her soft inner thighs wrapped over my legs. I will never forget those racing hours.
After that we started seeing each other after work everyday. It was a beautiful, sunny, blue day there outside my old Pinto where we'd sit outside in the liquor store parking lot watching the sailboats come into the harbor. By the time we had gone back for four more beers--each time the price changing, by the way, even the clerk was distracted by her smile-—she had told me her life story. She was having problems with Rex. She’d lived with him for over a year and they had been fighting for at least ten months. She was having thoughts of moving away from him. She asked if she could sleep with me when she was lonely and upset. Hell, yeah!
We got along grandly for a month or so, sneaking kisses in the bar or the kitchen at work, going farther in the walk-in fridge, almost making love. We'd swim and go to concerts. She finally moved away from Rex, to a place only two blocks away from me. He’d been treating her like shit, hitting her and she had had enough.
She was a tremendously sexual creature. She thrived on sex and all of its eccentricities. She liked to be extremely open in public. In other words, she would tease all day and make out all night. She used to enjoy being the initiator and the aggressor. Both of which, I was in dire need of and very acceptant of this new development in my life.
Jill would come over and jerk me off in the walk in closet while my friends were out in the front room. We’d roll around for hours, sucking face, rubbing all over each other. In our previous nights together, I’d gone down on her a couple of times and she'd always pull me up (I obviously had no idea what I was doing) but instead of telling me what she wanted, she'd pull me up to her mouth and say she wanted to lick her wetness off of my face. Her delicious pussy was the most incredibly gorgeous I have ever seen (and the first I had tasted). Her sparse black hair was as silky as anything I'd ever experienced. I was mesmerized.
She’d also gone down on me a couple of times before (did I mention the walk-in fridge at work?) but I was always SO nervous. So afraid, that I'd not know what to do that I had trouble staying erect when we'd get close to fucking. I thought that there was some secret that I didn’t know and was very afraid to be thought of as inexperienced (although I certainly was).
I was a nervous wreck. A virgin at 19. By this time, we had been around each other for a couple of months, fairly often, a couple of nights a week at least. But she had this louse of boyfriend and there was lots of confusion on both our parts. I just needed the big push to take the step. At times, we'd make the mistake of drinking way too much alcohol. I remember her saying, “Someday, we’re gonna have to not drink so much. Someday we’re gonna have to just fuck.” Gotcha. But, I was scared to death.
Finally, about the time school started back up in the fall, I got fed up with work and quit the restaurant. No more getting drunk with the boss after hours in the bar; no more free meals and no more Jill everyday. My college rock band was just forming and 4-5 nights a week we rehearsed inland about 20 miles away from the beach. With all the running around, we saw each other less and less.
In August, we attended a Crosby, Stills & Nash concert at the Arena. At one point, after she played with my cock, her hand in my pants up in our seats near the roof of the joint, she threw her arms around my neck and she asked me if I loved her. I didn’t know what to say. I'd never been asked this before. Of course, I thought I knew how I felt, but I was scared. She was still, sort of, with somebody else. I was still heartbroken from my first high school sweetheart. I was young and stupid, afraid of committing myself. I hedged a bit, dumb me.
She said, she found herself falling in love with me. I said that I really didn’t know, I was scared of being hurt again.
The music diffused the conversation and on the way home we were joking around and then I said something that set her off. It had started when she asked me what I was looking at as we drove home and a drunk girl with her tits hanging out walked out into the street and I had to slam on my brakes for her to stumble by.
“I had to stop for the road block,” I joked and she said, "So you wish I had bigger tits?" What? She had issues about her breast size and got pissed if I mentioned tits at all. She was picking a fight, I guess. She gave me the silent treatment all the way home.
She'd taken my comment personally and said she'd heard this shit all the time from Rex and that she was tired of feeling bad about herself. I think she was really pissed that I didn't answer her affirmatively earlier about being in love with her. I tried to explain that I wasn’t being malicious or even directing any tit comment at her, to no avail. She ran into my apartment and cranked the stereo up, started dancing and tuned me out for an hour.
A big wall went up and I got tired of trying to talk and being ignored so I got pissed and went into my room and moped. She eventually came in crying saying, “You don’t understand.”
Yes, I do. “No, you don’t.” and that pissed me off more. I went into the living room, running away from my anger. She followed me in, sat beside me. She finally wiped the tears from her eyes, the pain from her heart and she leaned to me and slid her hand over my crotch. Then she took my hand and lightly led me into the bedroom, an innocent, peaceful look on her face. We headed toward the first, and last, consummation of our love.
We had slept together, fooled around often but we had never yet made love. Though it was not due to the fact that we hadn’t had the opportunity or hadn’t tried.
Too many drinks and too many jokes. But that night, though I couldn't say it, we both discovered somehow that we loved one another and in hindsight it scared us both into defensive strategy.
She trying to justify her love for me with her dissolving relationship with this violent Rex guy. Me, trying to figure out if I was really in love since I was still pining for Joni and still blindly hopeful that Joni and I would work out somehow. Strange night…but then it happened.
Sliding down onto the bed, she enveloped me in her soft, warm legs. Undressing herself above me, her eyes never left mine. As she pulled her top up over her head, I saw her amazing child-like body. Her beautiful tiny breasts tipped by dark nipples, lengthening before my eyes as her long, thick dark brown hair brushed over them like clouds hiding a beautiful moon.
She told me to take off my shirt, as I did her eyes followed down my chest and she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down over my feet. She rubbed her dark, warm cunt over my stomach. Her pubic hair as soft, a rabbit pelt of black silk, thinly covering her wet pink sacred place. My belly soaked, rose and fell as she slid down on top of my engorged rod. Rolling together, I pressed my face up through her thick hair, trying to get eye to eye with her dark almondine crescents there in the cave of mane that fell on my shoulders and surrounded my head. Our lips met, her tongue darting into me in time with my cock between her legs. Our bodies melding into one.
She moaned like a wild cat, we rolled together onto the floor and I slipped underneath again for the pleasure of feeling her waist-length hair caress my shoulders and chest again, while she kissed my forehead and ears. The huge pillow on the floor was soft and spongy beneath us and as I rolled again, I felt her legs tighten and clinch behind my back. She was moving furiously, gasping for air and I thought she’d buck me off... On the edge, I moved faster, her fingers clawing at my ass. I collapsed in her arms and we lay satiated. In a little while she got up, stumbled to the bathroom in the hall and puked up the last three shots of cheap tequila and I half-hoped that wouldn’t be the normal reaction every time I made love in the future!
We woke sometime later, dawn was creeping through the plants in the windowsill. A big jet shook the glass pane as the first morning flight slipped out of town over our heads. I kissed her awake and as she moved against me, I slowly sunk my hips into her and we made slow, passionate morning love our lips never parting until we had both shivered the day awake.
I felt like a million pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders. She was my 1st real sex. Of course, even before that night I was lost and in love with her but still, held a fading torch for Joni back in my hometown.
After that, I never heard from her again. In a week or two, I heard Rex had convinced her to move back in with him. I couldn't call her house. My ex-boss wouldn't allow me in the restaurant since I'd quit on him. So when the fall semester started up I walked into the book store and asked for her. "She's not working this semester but I just saw her heading down the the beer garden."
I looked around but didn't see her so I sat at a table and began writing in my journal. A few minutes later, I heard her voice nearby.
"Pierce," she was sitting directly across the table from me. Looking radiant but sad. "I'm moving up to San Luis after this semester to live with my grandma for awhile. Rex is nuts and I couldn't stay in town with you. He'd find us and make our lives miserable. I'm so sorry."
I didn't know what to say. My mouth felt glued shut. There was a knot in my chest and I felt sick to my stomach. She stood up and kissed me on the lips, put her hand on my cheek and turned away. "Jill...thank you." She turned, smiling sadly and then I watched her walk away for what seemed like hours.
On June 20, 1976, my buddy and I went to see a concert in L.A. I spotted this beauty there walking down the aisle in front of us.
“Bink, see that girl with the long, brown hair? Do you know her?”
“Yeah,” he said. “She’s gorgeous. She works in the book store.”
The next day, I started working at the Creation Dock Seafood Exchange restaurant in the touristy part of town. While cleaning up on my first day (I was hired as groundskeeper/janitor/prep cook), this same radiant woman walked by me and said, “Hi.” Needless to say, I was astonished that she worked there, as fate would have it.
I watched her working at the waitress station, from my peephole in the kitchen. I lingered at my tasks a bit until I had a chance to catch her eye again and I took my shot. Getting ballsy with a beautiful woman for the first time in my life. “How’d you like that concert in L.A. last night?”
“How do you know I went?” she asked, blown away that I’d noticed her.
“I never forget a pretty face.” I was shocked as the words flowed gracefully, if horridly clichéd, from my lips. I found out her name was Jill and I helped her bus some tables when she was busy.
While I was on break, eating lunch in the empty bar, she came up and bought me a beer. When I told her how old I was, she was again, surprised. She thought I was her age (I was 19). She was a beautiful, experienced, seductive 23-year-old. Half-Thai, half-Irish, her family from Oregon.
The next day, she asked if I wanted to get a six-pack and hangout after work. Well, yeah but she'd have to buy because I was only 19. We sat in my car at the marina and got to know each other a bit. I was entranced.
We’d visit over lunch for about a week, getting to know each other pretty quickly. Then one day after work, she came over to my apartment and went swimming for a while. She threw her arms around me at one point and I sprouted a tremendous hard-on. She later told me that from that point on she decided to “scheme on” me. If I would’ve been more cognizant of that fact, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. I was really in awe and intimidated by the insanely beautiful girl.
One evening shortly thereafter, I was half-in-the-bag and playing guitar in my bedroom with my roomie and Jill showed up. She said that she had gotten into a fight with her boyfriend, Rex, who she lived with in the next beach town up the coast about three miles. She asked if she could stay with me. Of course, I was thrilled, she didn’t have to ask twice. She tossed a brown paper sack at me that held a fresh pair of panties and a toothbrush. Traveling light. I loved a girl with a plan but I wasn't quite ready for her directness. I was not used to this at all but I would sure try!
This first night she fell asleep (she was buzzed when she got there) and I slept totally naked with a woman for the first time in my life. Let me rephrase that: I spent the night in bed naked with a naked woman for the first time. I did not sleep. I laid wide awake, staring at her beautiful sleeping face, smelling her hair, looking at her miraculous dark brown nipples and marveled at her soft inner thighs wrapped over my legs. I will never forget those racing hours.
After that we started seeing each other after work everyday. It was a beautiful, sunny, blue day there outside my old Pinto where we'd sit outside in the liquor store parking lot watching the sailboats come into the harbor. By the time we had gone back for four more beers--each time the price changing, by the way, even the clerk was distracted by her smile-—she had told me her life story. She was having problems with Rex. She’d lived with him for over a year and they had been fighting for at least ten months. She was having thoughts of moving away from him. She asked if she could sleep with me when she was lonely and upset. Hell, yeah!
We got along grandly for a month or so, sneaking kisses in the bar or the kitchen at work, going farther in the walk-in fridge, almost making love. We'd swim and go to concerts. She finally moved away from Rex, to a place only two blocks away from me. He’d been treating her like shit, hitting her and she had had enough.
She was a tremendously sexual creature. She thrived on sex and all of its eccentricities. She liked to be extremely open in public. In other words, she would tease all day and make out all night. She used to enjoy being the initiator and the aggressor. Both of which, I was in dire need of and very acceptant of this new development in my life.
Jill would come over and jerk me off in the walk in closet while my friends were out in the front room. We’d roll around for hours, sucking face, rubbing all over each other. In our previous nights together, I’d gone down on her a couple of times and she'd always pull me up (I obviously had no idea what I was doing) but instead of telling me what she wanted, she'd pull me up to her mouth and say she wanted to lick her wetness off of my face. Her delicious pussy was the most incredibly gorgeous I have ever seen (and the first I had tasted). Her sparse black hair was as silky as anything I'd ever experienced. I was mesmerized.
She’d also gone down on me a couple of times before (did I mention the walk-in fridge at work?) but I was always SO nervous. So afraid, that I'd not know what to do that I had trouble staying erect when we'd get close to fucking. I thought that there was some secret that I didn’t know and was very afraid to be thought of as inexperienced (although I certainly was).
I was a nervous wreck. A virgin at 19. By this time, we had been around each other for a couple of months, fairly often, a couple of nights a week at least. But she had this louse of boyfriend and there was lots of confusion on both our parts. I just needed the big push to take the step. At times, we'd make the mistake of drinking way too much alcohol. I remember her saying, “Someday, we’re gonna have to not drink so much. Someday we’re gonna have to just fuck.” Gotcha. But, I was scared to death.
Finally, about the time school started back up in the fall, I got fed up with work and quit the restaurant. No more getting drunk with the boss after hours in the bar; no more free meals and no more Jill everyday. My college rock band was just forming and 4-5 nights a week we rehearsed inland about 20 miles away from the beach. With all the running around, we saw each other less and less.
In August, we attended a Crosby, Stills & Nash concert at the Arena. At one point, after she played with my cock, her hand in my pants up in our seats near the roof of the joint, she threw her arms around my neck and she asked me if I loved her. I didn’t know what to say. I'd never been asked this before. Of course, I thought I knew how I felt, but I was scared. She was still, sort of, with somebody else. I was still heartbroken from my first high school sweetheart. I was young and stupid, afraid of committing myself. I hedged a bit, dumb me.
She said, she found herself falling in love with me. I said that I really didn’t know, I was scared of being hurt again.
The music diffused the conversation and on the way home we were joking around and then I said something that set her off. It had started when she asked me what I was looking at as we drove home and a drunk girl with her tits hanging out walked out into the street and I had to slam on my brakes for her to stumble by.
“I had to stop for the road block,” I joked and she said, "So you wish I had bigger tits?" What? She had issues about her breast size and got pissed if I mentioned tits at all. She was picking a fight, I guess. She gave me the silent treatment all the way home.
She'd taken my comment personally and said she'd heard this shit all the time from Rex and that she was tired of feeling bad about herself. I think she was really pissed that I didn't answer her affirmatively earlier about being in love with her. I tried to explain that I wasn’t being malicious or even directing any tit comment at her, to no avail. She ran into my apartment and cranked the stereo up, started dancing and tuned me out for an hour.
A big wall went up and I got tired of trying to talk and being ignored so I got pissed and went into my room and moped. She eventually came in crying saying, “You don’t understand.”
Yes, I do. “No, you don’t.” and that pissed me off more. I went into the living room, running away from my anger. She followed me in, sat beside me. She finally wiped the tears from her eyes, the pain from her heart and she leaned to me and slid her hand over my crotch. Then she took my hand and lightly led me into the bedroom, an innocent, peaceful look on her face. We headed toward the first, and last, consummation of our love.
We had slept together, fooled around often but we had never yet made love. Though it was not due to the fact that we hadn’t had the opportunity or hadn’t tried.
Too many drinks and too many jokes. But that night, though I couldn't say it, we both discovered somehow that we loved one another and in hindsight it scared us both into defensive strategy.
She trying to justify her love for me with her dissolving relationship with this violent Rex guy. Me, trying to figure out if I was really in love since I was still pining for Joni and still blindly hopeful that Joni and I would work out somehow. Strange night…but then it happened.
Sliding down onto the bed, she enveloped me in her soft, warm legs. Undressing herself above me, her eyes never left mine. As she pulled her top up over her head, I saw her amazing child-like body. Her beautiful tiny breasts tipped by dark nipples, lengthening before my eyes as her long, thick dark brown hair brushed over them like clouds hiding a beautiful moon.
She told me to take off my shirt, as I did her eyes followed down my chest and she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down over my feet. She rubbed her dark, warm cunt over my stomach. Her pubic hair as soft, a rabbit pelt of black silk, thinly covering her wet pink sacred place. My belly soaked, rose and fell as she slid down on top of my engorged rod. Rolling together, I pressed my face up through her thick hair, trying to get eye to eye with her dark almondine crescents there in the cave of mane that fell on my shoulders and surrounded my head. Our lips met, her tongue darting into me in time with my cock between her legs. Our bodies melding into one.
She moaned like a wild cat, we rolled together onto the floor and I slipped underneath again for the pleasure of feeling her waist-length hair caress my shoulders and chest again, while she kissed my forehead and ears. The huge pillow on the floor was soft and spongy beneath us and as I rolled again, I felt her legs tighten and clinch behind my back. She was moving furiously, gasping for air and I thought she’d buck me off... On the edge, I moved faster, her fingers clawing at my ass. I collapsed in her arms and we lay satiated. In a little while she got up, stumbled to the bathroom in the hall and puked up the last three shots of cheap tequila and I half-hoped that wouldn’t be the normal reaction every time I made love in the future!
We woke sometime later, dawn was creeping through the plants in the windowsill. A big jet shook the glass pane as the first morning flight slipped out of town over our heads. I kissed her awake and as she moved against me, I slowly sunk my hips into her and we made slow, passionate morning love our lips never parting until we had both shivered the day awake.
I felt like a million pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders. She was my 1st real sex. Of course, even before that night I was lost and in love with her but still, held a fading torch for Joni back in my hometown.
After that, I never heard from her again. In a week or two, I heard Rex had convinced her to move back in with him. I couldn't call her house. My ex-boss wouldn't allow me in the restaurant since I'd quit on him. So when the fall semester started up I walked into the book store and asked for her. "She's not working this semester but I just saw her heading down the the beer garden."
I looked around but didn't see her so I sat at a table and began writing in my journal. A few minutes later, I heard her voice nearby.
"Pierce," she was sitting directly across the table from me. Looking radiant but sad. "I'm moving up to San Luis after this semester to live with my grandma for awhile. Rex is nuts and I couldn't stay in town with you. He'd find us and make our lives miserable. I'm so sorry."
I didn't know what to say. My mouth felt glued shut. There was a knot in my chest and I felt sick to my stomach. She stood up and kissed me on the lips, put her hand on my cheek and turned away. "Jill...thank you." She turned, smiling sadly and then I watched her walk away for what seemed like hours.
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