The Gardener’s Touch

Their first meeting was in her garden when he was seventeen. Christian was immediately infatuated with his neighbor Kate Weber from that moment on.

His friend had thrown a frisbee into her yard, even though Christian had told him the keep the tosses light. He didn’t even know that anyone was outside. The new neighbors had moved in several months prior, sometime in early May. All he knew was that it was a woman and her two sons. He hopped the fence and found the frisbee at the edge of a vegetable garden. When he picked it up, a woman popped up from behind the chicken wire and greenery. She had very light brown hair that was loosely pulled back and wore dirt-covered green overalls. That was his first sight of Kate. He gave her an awkward hello and explanation. She introduced herself with the friendliest of smiles.

Now, at twenty-one, the two of them were as close as neighbors could be. Her age doubled his, but their personalities were a match. They were both casual, introverted, and interested in literature. They would talk regularly about their latest novel, even staying in touch after Christian went off to college.

Of course, it was because he liked her. Even when union is extremely unlikely, men will do anything to be around their crushes. But she showed interest in him, if anything for his willingness to keep her company. He eventually learned that she had divorced her husband and moved next door to Christian to start over. Her boys, six and eight, spent time with both parents equally, so Kate and Christian were often alone in her house. He would often relieve himself to fantasies of their private interactions upon returning home.

While at school, he met his girlfriend, Emma. They began dating during his second year; to him it was just as much of a distraction from his neighborly infatuation as it was an attempt to find the right match. Yet Kate was never out of his mind for long.

“Have you ever visited a place so beautiful, you almost don’t want to go back?” she asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

Christian shook his head. He must have gotten lost in a train of thought. He and Kate were currently sitting at the table in her backyard, in the shade of the large umbrella. It was a hot July day, and they were each on their second glass of lemonade.

Lately, he had been drifting off like this. Contemplating his thoughts and friendship with his neighbor. He enjoyed writing as much as he did reading, and he was considering writing an erotic story inspired by this relationship. Thus, he found himself thinking about exposition.

“Have you ever visited somewhere so beautiful that you almost don’t want to see it again?” she repeated. Even in the shade she wore her sunglasses, as did he; she appeared to be staring right at him, but he couldn’t tell.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

She shifted in her chair- into a position one enters when beginning to talk about a subject with more attention. He admired her light blue summer dress, her slight cleavage peeking at its top. “I was reading my book and there was a description about the Spanish countryside. I’ve never been to Spain, but the imagery of what I read was so powerful… it was almost like I was actually immersed in the beauty for a moment. And then I started thinking, you know, have I ever been to a place that I could describe in the same way?” She sat back again. “I thought for a while, and then I remembered my trip to England during my summer abroad in college. My friends and I took a trip to the Lake District, a national park. We stayed until the evening, and we watched the sunset from on top of a hill, looking over a lake. As the sky turned orange, we turned to silence and appreciation. The sun had hit the mountain just right, and the silhouettes of the birds on the orange water filled me with peace and love for the world. I remember being so taken aback by the beauty that I was almost brought to tears. I was overwhelmed with happy emotions. And now that I think about it, I wonder if going back will just disappoint me, because I might not see a sight like that again. Or maybe I’d be looking too hard.”

Christian tilted his head as he tried to picture her description. He could see it: an orange lake, like an impressionist painting.

“That sounds very beautiful,” he commented. She nodded solemnly.

“I don’t think my recollection does it justice,” she said before taking another sip of her lemonade.

“What are you reading again?”

“For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemmingway.”

“Ah.”

“Have you read it?”

“Not yet.”

That was always the response they gave if they haven’t read something. Not yet implied that they might read it someday, leaving an optimistic possibility. As usual, Kate smiled at this response.

“You should. I won’t spoil it for you.”

By some strange coincidence, they both looked up at a cloud. Then they looked at each other and laughed. Her laugh always filled him with unparalleled joy, just as her voice soothed him beyond anything else.

“So,” she said, putting her glass down and clasping her hands, “when does Emma visit? Do I get to meet her?”

“In three weeks,” he answered. “And yeah, I guess.”

“You don’t seem very excited about it.”

“Well…” he thought for a moment but failed to come up with a satisfactory explanation. “She and I get along fine, but there’s something missing. I don’t know how to explain it, really.”

Kate raised an eyebrow. “I meant that you didn’t seem excited about her meeting me, and it was just a tease. But I’d like to hear more about this.”

Christian felt hot, having misinterpreted her comment. “Oh, I thought you meant- never mind, I don’t want to talk about it.”

She put her elbow on the table and chin in her hand, waiting.

“Okay, fine.” He exhaled. “We’ve been dating for about a year and a half now. My common sense says things are going well, because they are. I like her a lot. Actually, I love her. But my gut says to break up with her, because something isn’t right.”

“What’s not right?”

His eyes flickered toward her, then away again. If neither of them had sunglasses on, perhaps that would have provided a clue. “I wish I knew,” he muttered before taking a long swig of his drink. “I guess it’s like what you were just talking about, in a way. We had a few great times early on, but since then I’ve been a little disappointed. Unsatisfied. Like I’m looking for more, but not getting it.”

Somehow, Kate could bring the right words out of his mouth before he even thought them through.

“Have you talked to her about this?” she asked, chin still in hand. He shook his head. “That might be a good place to start.”

“I don’t know. I don’t see that going well.”

“Do the two of you argue often?”

“Not really, no. It wouldn’t go well because if the content, I think. No, I don’t think it would.”

The cloud that they had been watching blocked the sun, and Kate removed her sunglasses. She looked at him with her warm brown eyes. After a moment, he two took off his glasses and looked back at her. It was an intimate moment, he thought.

“Can I take a guess?” she asked softly.

“Sure.”

“Sounds to me like it’s a sex issue.”

He gave her a shocked look, and she returned it with a reserved grin. There was nothing he could do to deny it.

“Yeah,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about this, especially with Kate.

“Talk to me,” she said. “You know we can talk about anything.”

“Even about this?” he questioned, showing a little anxiety.

“If you’d like to. I know it can be a difficult topic. But adults talk about it all the time. You’d be surprised what a mature talk about sex can do for you.” When he didn’t answer, she added “I take it you’ve never talked about it before.”

“No.”

“Well, I’m here if you need me.” She put her sunglasses back on and drank the last of her lemonade. “I have to us the restroom,” she said, getting up and going inside. Meanwhile, Christian tried to process what had just happened, and as always, considered the fantasies that would follow.

When she returned, the sun was back and the yard as bright as ever. She was holding a colander. “Want to help me pick the tomatoes? I think they’re ready.”

He nodded and stood up to follow her. It was way hotter in the sun than in the shade, and he wished for a breeze. Or maybe he was just hot because he was embarrassed and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

They filled about half of the colander with baby tomatoes. Kate had a decent sized garden, and there were still many little orbs on the plants that were still green. She also had him pick a few cucumbers. When they were satisfied, they went inside to wash them.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she said to him at the kitchen sink, addressing his quietness.

“It’s more a sensitive topic than uncomfortable,” he replied. She nodded, blowing a strand of hair away from her face but failing to get it out of her way. His hands were clean at the moment, so he tucked it behind her ear for her. She thanked him.

“You’re really easy to talk to,” he continued. “Maybe… I don’t know.”

She said nothing while she washed the tomatoes, letting him decide.

“Emma… just doesn’t have the same sex drive as me.” He looked at her, expecting a response. She only looked at him with empathy. “It’s not only that we don’t do it frequently, but she’s also not into, uh, very many things.”

“Like what?”

“Jeez, Kate, I don’t know if- ”

“Christian, let’s be mature about this! You’ve cursed in front of me before, it’s not like I’m your mom. You can tell me things like that she doesn’t want to fuck. It’s fine.”

He took a moment to process her language before continuing. “Alright, ummm… we have sex like once a month, if even. But I could do it multiple times a week, maybe even every day. I feel like I’m always asking or trying to turn her on, but she just isn’t interested.”

“Have you two had a conversation about this?”

“Yeah, a couple times. It always ends with us both saying that everything’s okay, and that we’ll both try to do a little better for each other. But I don’t think anything changes.”

“Wait, I’m confused. What do you have to do for her?”

“I, uh, have to be patient I guess.”

Kate snorted. “I don’t suppose that’s easy for you.”

Privately, he tried to recount all the time he masturbated to the woman he was currently alone with, which was too many to contemplate. “No, it’s not,” he told her.

She shut the sink off and dried her hands before turning to face him. Her expression was knowing, and he didn’t need to say that he felt like he had to masturbate all the time to stay satisfied.

“Are there any other problems?” she asked.

He hesitated. He could get really deep and personal or leave it as it was. But the fact that he had opened his mouth gave her an answer: yes, there was.

“It’s really embarrassing,” he said, looking away.

“Honey, intimacy issues are only embarrassing because we think they’re unique to us. But in reality, many of the struggles people face are quite common! Take erectile dysfunction for example. You know that it effects up to one-third of men, depending on demographics?”

He shrugged, unsure if that was helpful. She approached him; they were inches apart, and he was only a couple of inches taller than her. Those brown eyes always got him talking.

“I have trouble, uh, orgasming,” he said. Her reaction was genuine, understanding, and comforting. As soon as he said it, he felt a little better. God, holding that in had been killing him. He went on.

“It’s just during sex. I don’t have a problem, um, by myself. I think it affects how much she wants to have sex with me, because she thinks it’s her fault. But I swear it’s not. I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Have you talked to a doctor?” she asked gently.

“No.” She nodded, signaling that he didn’t need to explain why.

“Do you want to sit? Maybe we can talk about it more?”

“I appreciate it, but I think I might just go.” He backed up a couple of inches and scratched his head. She never broke eye contact; her gaze was begging him to stay.

“Okay,” she said, contradicting her expression. “But come over for coffee tomorrow morning, okay?”

“Sure.”

He walked out the back and waved goodbye before hopping the fence. She watched him from her porch step. No one was home, so he tried to take a nap, kept awake by his thoughts. Above them all were fantasies of Kate.

***

The next morning, he was in her living room. She walked in and placed a mug of coffee for him on a coaster.

“It’s vanilla,” she said. He nodded and thanked her.

They made small talk for a while, but Christian had a feeling that the conversation was going to end up on sex once again. How could it not, after the way he left it the day before?

Today she wore a casual crimson shirt and jeans. It was cloudy and surprisingly cool, both inside and out, and she was prepared to stay warm. Her hair was down, flowing over her shoulders with a slight natural waviness. While they conversed, he stole many glances at her, his infatuation undeterred by his embarrassment.

“What do you say to that?” she asked him, snapping him out of a daydream.

He blinked. “Huh?”

“Wow,” she laughed, “I see you weren’t paying attention again.” She set her coffee down and faced him directly. “Are you busy thinking about what we talked about yesterday?”

“Well…”

“Christian.” The way she said his name gave him a fuzzy sensation. “What are you feeling?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Distracted.”

She grabbed his hands and held his fingers. Her thumbs were gently caressing his knuckles. It began to rain outside, and after a distant boom of thunder it picked up heavily.

“I’ve put a lot of thought into my problem over the past year,” he started. “It’s probably related to anxiety, among other things. I’ve gotten comfortable with Emma, but I was very nervous at first. She’s the only girl I’ve ever been with.”

Kate changed expression, as though she figured something out. He continued.

“Still, I feel like I’m too self-conscious about finishing, and once I get a little close, I start to think about it and the feeling disappears. It’s super frustrating! And I can tell that after we’ve been doing it for a while, she’s getting bored or tired out. So, we either stop when I sense she’s tapped out or when I’m sure I won’t finish.”

He couldn’t believe he was saying this to his biggest crush.

“So… you’ve never finished for her?” she asked quietly.

“Well, one time I… did it myself in front of her. But that took unnaturally long, and I don’t know if that made things any better.”

Kate bit her lip. Clearly, something was on her mind now. Christian’s mind was rushed with thoughts and fantasies that surely wouldn’t come true. However, while he looked at her beautiful face, especially those warm eyes, all he did was hope.

“Wow,” she said finally.

“See! I told you it’s a problem. I keep thinking that if we had sex more often, maybe it would help, like, condition me or something. Or maybe if I stopped watching porn…” he shook his head. “I don’t know. I think it’s a combination of all three.”

“All three what?”

“Anxiety, physical conditioning, and porn. I’m not addicted or anything, but I think it cemented my expectations of what sex should be like.”

She pouted sympathetically. All this time, she continued to hold his hands. “Can I tell you what I think?”

“Sure.”

“First, I don’t think this is unique to you. With today’s widespread access to the internet, I’m sure there are many other guys in your position.

“Second, I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong. Porn can be a good thing if used correctly, but it can be… inhibiting in other cases. But that’s another topic.

“If she’s the only girl you’ve ever been with, and you just met her in college, than I bet you had years of masturbation as the only source of relief. Am I right?”

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly.

“Well, you’re obviously conditioned to one feeling. Your hand, its grasp, its pressure… that’s what you’re used to. So maybe to help with that, you find other ways to relieve you.”

“Like how? Use my feet? I don’t like feet.”

They both chuckled at his joke. It was refreshing to let out some laughter.

“Not exactly. I mean, you can try your other hand. Or maybe a toy. Or… someone else.”

His heart skipped a beat. “You mean… Emma? I’m not sure that would work. It hasn’t so far.”

She looked to the side, briefly. “Just a thought,” she muttered. They sat in silence for a few seconds before she continued. “Anyway, as for the anxiety. It seems like you’re comfortable with her. Maybe you can practice relaxation techniques together. If thoughts are holding you back, something like meditation might help. Or positive encouragement from her. And from your mind.”

He considered this for a moment. “I guess I can try some of that,” he said, smiling weakly.

She let go of his hands to push her hair back and didn’t come back to hold him. Suddenly, there was a loud boom, and they both jumped, Kate with a small shriek. He put his hand on her knee, trying to comfort her as she did him. She looked down at his touch and visibly swallowed.

“Does it feel better, letting it out?” she asked. He nodded, unsure of what else to say. How do you move on from a conversation like that?

They made eye contact. Once again, like yesterday, he saw something in her expression. Something he hadn’t seen before.

“Maybe I should go,” he said. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“But it’s pouring and thundering!”

“It’s like a six-second dash.”

“But- ” she hesitated. “Maybe we can talk more… figure out a way to help you.”

Christian held his breath. There was no way this was going to turn out how he thought it would, he was sure of that. The first response he thought of, which he didn’t dare say aloud, was “Maybe you can help me?”

“I don’t know,” he said instead. “I think I’ll go think about it.” What the hell was he doing, turning her down like this?

“Please.”

The word came out of her like a dying wish. He felt hot, but something was holding him back. It didn’t feel right. He stood up.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said. He was both impressed and disappointed with how he was handling this. Her eyes sparkled from the onset of tears, though she kept them from streaming out.

“I’ll see you later,” he said as he walked toward the door. He opened it and found a monsoon blocking his path home, but he took it anyway. As he pushed his way through the falling water, nearly blinded and deafened by its force, he heard Kate faintly yell “Wait!” from behind him. It was the most desperate plea he had ever heard from her. He had no control over his body as he stopped momentarily and turned around.

When he was back inside, soaked to the core, standing in a small gap between her body and the open door, he said “I’m sorry.” They breathed tensely for a few seconds. “Now I’m all wet.”

“I don’t care,” she said, pulling him to her by the cheeks.

The moment their lips met, any sense of wrongness that he felt was washed away. This felt right. His heart beat louder than the rain. They were so close that he could feel everything about her. She was trembling slightly, out of the fear that he would leave her in this state. Her fingertips touched his earlobes and neck with the gentlest force, sending tingles all the way to his toes. Without thinking, his hands went to her waist; just the feel of her lower back in his grasp was intimate and exotic.

Their mouths were not quite frenzied, but not reserved. He wanted to dive his tongue into her mouth and explore her oral region but did not want to make the first move. Instead, their lips, greatly wettened by the rainwater, danced around each other passionately.

Her hands traveled slowly up his head, caressing his hair and temple. He suddenly longed to do the same, and he left one hand on her waist while the other arm shimmied between their bodies and found her face. He traced the outline of her jaw before running his fingers through her hair. She shuddered as he reached the end, and he did it again. He felt her smile before her tongue finally reached toward his.

It really struck him then: he was kissing Kate! His mind was going wild, yet he was completely grounded in the moment. Her body was against his, her hands were on him… it was unbelievable, to say the least.

On a random side thought he kicked the door shut. It was a lot quieter now, and he could hear her breathing on his face as their tongues flicked around one another. Then she drew back for a moment.

“Wow,” he breathed. She bit her lip nervously.

“I- ”

He cut her off by kissing her again, this time harder. She gladly accepted his lips. This time their hands found other areas; his hands surveyed her upper back while hers traced his waist. She sunk into him, letting any last tension free.

The tingling in his body had increased to the point that his hands and feet were feeling numb. Reluctantly, he pulled away.

“I have tingles all over,” he said. She bit her lip and pecked his neck. “I’m starting to feel a little numb.”

“Let’s sit down,” she suggested. They hurried over to the couch they were sitting on just a moment earlier. Christian felt like he was walking on clouds.

They sat next to each other, and as they started to kiss again, she draped her leg over his knee. Her hand also began to explore his chest and abdomen. Her proximity to his crotch made him acutely aware of his erection.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted. He felt lame saying it.

“So have I,” she said. He thought at first that she might just be saying that for his sake, but he saw no dishonesty in her eyes.

They continued to kiss, though by now his nerves were really taking over. Apparently, she could tell.

“Are you okay?” she asked with a warm smile.

“I guess a little anxious,” he said. He held up his hands and stared at them, flexing his fingers.

“Just sit back and relax. Let me take care of you.”

Her words sent a shiver through him. He put his arms down by his sides, though he wanted to keep touching her. Now he was at her mercy.

Relax, he told himself. Meanwhile, Kate moved down to kiss his neck. She nibbled at his earlobe and softly pressed her lips to his skin. Her hand snuck under his shirt and felt around his pecs. All of her touches were beacons of comfort in his jittery body.

“Oh…” he breathed as her lips reached his collarbone. He semiconsciously shifted his legs to try and make his erection more comfortable, but all it did was get her attention.

“Soon,” she whispered, coming back up to kiss his lips. Her confidence and control helped somewhat in calming his nerves, but his thoughts were still giving him the jitters.

Her lips returned to his; while they kissed, her hands lightly tugged his shirt up. He raised his arms, and she broke away only to lift his shirt off of him. Though she had seen him shirtless before (at the pool a few times), he felt exposed.

“It’s okay,” she said, stopping and smiling at him. She held his cheek in her hand and kissed him gently. He intentionally slowed his breathing, focusing on the warmth of her touch. The woman he met in the garden years ago was her for him now. The gardener’s touch brought him back to Earth.

This time he was the one to kiss her. Though still numb, he was beginning to feel again, and he stroked her hair slowly while dipping his tongue into her mouth. She cooed quietly, resting more of her weight on his thigh. His erection throbbed, ready to be touched.

It became clear to him that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. His confidence took a boost, and he reached between their bodies to touch her breasts. For a moment he felt slightly silly, holding them carefully like two water balloons, but her moans of approval helped him lose that thought. As he felt his way around her curves, he felt the shape of her bra through her thin shirt. God, he wanted to get under there.

She understood that it was her position to lead, and as if reading his thoughts, she backed away and crossed her arms. In one fluid motion her shirt was off; her skin was smooth and radiant, marked by less than a dozen freckles. She was lean like the average health-savvy mother, the history of pregnancy and young age apparent in her exquisite figure. Her bra was white, and in his observation, he saw a pair of matching underwear peeking out of her waistline.

“You like what you see?” she asked timidly.

He nodded. His hands felt much better now, and he cherished the feel of her body as he ran his palms around her surface. In a reversal of roles, he leaned forward and began to kiss her neck and collarbone. She tilted her head back, with closed eyes an open mouth.

Each moment of contact was heavenly. His lips traveled the distance from her ear to her shoulder, and he did his best to leave no skin unkissed. His hands returned to her breasts, politely staying outside of her bra but squeezing them tightly with desire.

While he fondled her, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The final barrier fell free, and he stopped kissing her to take in the visual of her bare chest. Not until now did he think he could be any more attracted to her. Though they weren’t pornstar tits, they were certainly perfect from his perspective: nicely round with a slight droop, and with enough area to allow him an enjoyable grasp. He raised his hands to cup them, bouncing them lightly.

“Your breasts are… perfect,” he complimented. She smiled and bit her lip.

“Quite the gentleman.” She let him look for another moment before placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him closer. “You don’t have to be. You can call them my tits.”

He smirked, but awe quickly took over his expression again as her tits were now only an inch from his face. Just as he opened his mouth she arched her back, pressing them into his lips. Like a hungry child presented with dessert, he kissed and licked and squeezed all around her orbs.

“Yes!” she cried. “Oh, Christian!”

Hearing his name in this context had quite the effect on him. Without alleviating any efforts on her chest, he managed to twist their bodies around so that they were laying on the couch. He knelt above her and drove all of his force into pleasing her. He took each nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the areola and nibling at the nub.

This was way better than he had imagined it would be! In his mind, her body was perfect, but to actually feel her, to touch her, to kiss her… it was something else entirely. And they hadn’t even gotten their pants off yet.

A hand touched his inner thigh, and he jumped at the unexpectedness. “May I?” she asked breathlessly.

“Mm hm.”

Her fingers traveled up to his crotch, where his penis awaited exposure. Through the fabric she felt him, cooing at his outline. She began to unbutton his khaki shorts while he returned to her mouth to kiss her there.

In spite of their frantic mingling, they somehow managed to get his pants past his knees. She stopped kissing him to look down as she grabbed him for the first time.

“Ooooh,” she moaned, closing her eyes after seeing his length. He took that as a compliment. Her fingers gently surrounded his shaft and held still, simply enjoying the feeling of holding him. Though he felt the same, it took an incredible amount of discipline not to buck his hips. That would come, he reminded himself.

“You have a beautiful cock,” she whispered, looking up at him. Those eyes did not lie. He chuckled and thanked her by kissing her neck again. Now she began to stroke him, slowly. It was teasingly slow, yet surprisingly intimate.

She stopped briefly to spit in her hand, coming back to him with lubrication. Now it was even more soothing; she used both hands to cover his entire shaft, giving him long and tender strokes.

“One second,” he said, sitting up. She stopped stroking but didn’t let go of him. He practically ripped his shoes and socks off, which took some effort due to their wetness, and then shimmied his pants off. Now he was naked for her, and she showed him appreciation by touching and kissing him everywhere without ever letting go of his iron rod. Her kisses found their way to his abs, but she sat back up before venturing further south.

“My turn,” she said, standing up. She swiftly removed her pants but left her underwear, leaving one last sexy barrier between their looming intercourse. He actually liked that they were still on; he stood up in front of her and leaned in for a kiss, cupping her ass with both hands. He gave them a squeeze and small slap, and she moaned in his mouth.

“Sit,” she instructed. He did so, his cock bouncing on his belly. She knelt in front of him and began to slowly pump his shaft again. Now that they both had a clearer view, he was incredibly turned on. But probably not enough to come, he thought privately.

Her strokes became quicker. Rather than simply pump him up and down, she varied her pace and technique. One moment she was pumping with both hands, another she was twisting him with one while caressing his base with the other. It was quite a display of expertise.

“Oh,” he moaned involuntarily when she squeezed his crown. She giggled. When he saw her pleading eyes, he took it as a desire to make him come.

“Don’t worry about finishing,” she said. “Let’s just have a good time.” Damn, it really was like she could read his thoughts. He figured must be making obvious expressions.

While beginning to give him some double-handed twists she inched closer and let a strand of drool drop onto his cock from above. She remained close, dipping her breasts near his cock so that his tip occasionally touched her nipples. He was stupefied.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” she asked innocently, then laughed when he raised an eyebrow. “I can’t pull that off, can I?”

He shook his head, but then said seriously “Yes, I do.”

Kate bit her lip, looking down at what was in her hands. Then, staring up at him, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out. His tip made contact with it, and she gently patted him on her tongue before planting a few kisses around the crown.

His hands had been inactive since sitting back down, and he decided he would put them to use. He reached forward with both to scoop her hair into a bundle, then collected it into a single grasp. While she kissed her way down his length, she grinned at him appreciatively.

Though her mouth had become the focus, both of her hands continued to caress him. At times they were gently rubbing the sides of his shaft, at others roaming around his waist or thighs. The sensations were incredible, and his cock throbbed in anticipation.

He wanted to say something, to compliment her. But he was in too much awe to say anything at all. Plus, with all of the involuntary movements and moans he was making, he thought it was obvious how she was making him feel. Her body language also indicated that she was enjoying this; at one point, she briefly cupped her own breast and pinched her nipple. Whether for show or for self-pleasure, it was certainly enjoyable to watch.

When her lips finally opened around his crown, he inhaled deeply. Their eye contact broke as she looked down at what was about to enter her mouth. His arm followed her motions as she gently sucked around the upper part of his penis, twirling her tongue around that which was taken inside. The warmth had him going crazy; now his jitters were less numbing and more bouncy, like the electrons of an atom.

She began to blow him with more regular motions. While her mouth pleasured the upper half of his length, her hand surrounded the lower half, giving him the feeling of being fully engulfed. Her free hand was back on her breast, lingering with obvious self-pleasure- something that Emma had never exhibited.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he said. So cliché, he thought for a fraction of a second. However, Kate’s expression was approving. She gave him a playful wink before running her mouth along the sides of his cock.

“And you’re so big!” she said. He wasn’t so sure, but he smiled and guided her head down so she would take him again.

Now she was intentional; her movements were slickened by her increasing saliva, and again she displayed expertise by varying her technique. His hips repeatedly flexed from the pleasure, unable to hold still. How this didn’t make him come, he had no fucking clue.

“Fuck my mouth,” she requested before holding her lips around his tip. With a wide smirk he began to thrust himself into her oral warmth, tightening his grip on her hair. Now she had both of her tits in her hands, rubbing them in circles and giving them a shine from excess saliva. She made slight gargle sounds upon each of his upward thrusts, and whether it was for show or unintentional he loved it either way.

About half of his cock made it into her mouth before reaching the back of her mouth. With a bit of a risk, he stopped his face fucking and pushed her head down. He tried to be careful, but she coughed when his cock attempted to enter her throat.

“Ooh!” she said, withdrawing and wiping her mouth on her arm. “You like to play dirty!” He let go of her hair and leaned forward to kiss her passionately. While doing so, she stroked his hard cock rapidly with both hands.

“Your mouth feels incredible,” he said, leaning back. She responded by taking him again, this time with greater vigor. His cock pulsed when he saw that she was reaching between her legs now, touching her own private region.

Christian knew that they could go on for a while, but she didn’t seem to want to stop blowing him, so he sat back and tried to relax like she had told him to. Her hair began to fall forward, so he grabbed it again and followed her rapid movements. Unlike Emma, Kate never let her teeth scrape against him. It was little things like that that added to the ultimate pleasure he was receiving.

For a few seconds, it seemed like he was going to do it. His pelvis tightened slightly, and his cock felt hot. But as soon as he was fully aware of it, the feeling went away. It was not unusual.

“Aghh…” he breathed. Kate slowed down, eventually lifting her head while gently stroking him. She licked her lips and stared warmly at him. “For a second, I felt like I was going to finish. But then it was gone.”

“You said that happens sometimes, right?”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll probably happen again. Just try to relax your mind and focus on the sensations you’re feeling.” She leaned toward him for a kiss on the lips. “But no pressure. I don’t care whether you come or not. Like I said, let’s just have a good time.”

Her genuine warmth gave him confidence. Maybe they could do it.

Kate stood up and spread her legs slightly. There was a small but clear wet spot on the front of her panties. “Mind helping me take these off?” she asked. He nodded and she turned around. With his thoughts now centered on the imminent reveal, he clasped the sides of her bottoms and slowly pulled them down. She bent over as he did so, giving her ass the shape of a fresh peach. Soon the crevasse appeared, and within it the pussy he so longed to see. As he tugged her underwear down, they stuck for a moment on her crotch before springing away. He finished pulling them down quickly, not taking his eyes off of her sex. She stepped out of her panties when they reached the floor, and in response her fleshy labia gave him a small dance.

He sniffed the synapse between them. Her smell was enlightening, much more so than the only other vagina he had ever been with in this proximity. Before he could move forward for a taste, she stood up ant turned around. Her patch of pubic hair seemed as though it hadn’t been trimmed in weeks.

“Sorry it’s a little messy,” she said. He looked down at his own untrimmed hair and back up at her with a smile.

“I think it’s hot.”

“Well, that’s- oh!”

He cut her off by kissing her belly, both leaning forward and pulling her closer by the butt. Her hair tickled his chin until he crept his way down to kiss it directly. Emma shaved, and this stark difference in hair quantity was a representation of their difference in maturity.

She exhaled with a shiver before hesitantly pushing him away. She laughed at his questioning look before plopping on the couch and spreading her legs. “Just getting more comfortable,” she explained.

With an excited smile he knelt on the couch and dipped his head between her sexy legs. He kissed her way up one thigh, then did the same on the other. Then he went back to kissing her pubic hair, and she shifted her hips around.

“You tease,” she remarked. With a smile he sunk lower, kissing above her clit. Then he slowly kissed his way down the sides of her labia, the corners of his lips making contact with her wet lips.

Her anticipation was evident in the moisture between her legs. He stuck his tongue out gave her a small lick near her opening, then another. Finally, after one long lick from bottom to top, he settled in. His lips quickly became coated in her fresh fluid.

“Yes!” she cried between increasing moans. She widened her legs and dug her fingers into his hair.

His tongue flicked around before penetrating her as far as he could. He added a finger; at first, he teased her opening, his fingertip cooperating with his tongue. Then he went further, becoming surrounded by her heat. She moaned approvingly; he caught her nodding subtly, her mouth gaping.

Another finger went in. The extra volume spread her apart with significantly more pleasure, as shown by her grinding hips and shorter moans. All he wanted to do was make her come. He thrusted his fingers in and out with increasing speed, creating a sloshing sound, while his tongue flicked across her surface.

“Suck my clit!” she begged. He waited a moment before doing so, prolonging her imminent orgasm. When he finally did, he encircled it with his tongue while sucking gently, feeling the shape of her hood.

Now she was squirming under him, and with his free hand he formed a hold around her waist to keep her as still as possible. Never had Emma squirmed this much, nor gotten to near to orgasm so quickly; he supposed that was the difference between a woman who actually enjoyed sex and one whom did not.

“I’m gonna come!” she moaned thrice, louder each time. Her stomach flexed slightly, and he sensed it was time for the final touch. He curled his fingers inside of her pussy and found the spongy realm of her g-spot. At the same time, he sucked her clit hard into his mouth.

Kate’s legs clamped around his head as she arched her back. All he did now was stand his ground, keeping his fingers still and holding his mouth down. Her orgasm came crashing down in large spasms, squeezing his ears shut and drowning out the sound of her loud moans. Then, as it began to subside, her legs fell apart and her body hit the couch with relaxed satisfaction. Every few seconds, a smaller aftershock caused her to twitch.

“Not too shabby,” she joked, leaning her head back and breathing heavily.

He shrugged. “I figured with my inability to come, I had to learn how to please a woman through other means.”

“Oh, Christian.” She moved onto her elbows and looked at him sincerely. “Your high endurance does NOT mean you can’t please another woman. If Emma can’t hold an interest in sex, then that’s her problem. Because, let me tell you, you have not disappointed so far.”

Her words gave him a much-needed amount of comfort. “Thanks,” he said, kneeling up. She pulled him back down into an embrace and he kissed her neck. Surprising him, she pushed his face into hers for a deep kiss on the lips.

“I wasn’t sure you’d like that,” he said. “My mouth covered in your juices.”

“Oh, I think it’s sexy!” she paused. “I take it Emma doesn’t like her own taste?”

“She doesn’t like lots of things,” he said. “I rarely get to eat her, and she doesn’t like fingers.”

“Well, you seem to have learned fine even without the practice.”

They sat up, kneeling in front of each other on the couch. She stared at his cock, which was mostly erect but looking neglected.

“Would you like to go to the bedroom?” she asked with a coy smile.

“Are you saying I get to share a bed with Kate Weber? Then hell yes!”

She laughed heartedly, her cheeks rosy and eyes twinkling. Then she nudged her head and turned around, indicating for him to follow. His eyes were glued to her ass as they walked, and once they reached the stairs, she gave her hips a natural sway for show. Through her lean legs he saw her flourishing labial petals. What was coming next… it would literally be a dream come true.

Her bedroom was the first room at the top of the stairs, and inside he felt a strange, erotic stillness. The king bed was freshly made, though he got the sense it hadn’t been shared in years.

“It’s my turn to admit something,” she said, turning around seriously. She approached him and tenderly placed her hands on his ribcage. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while. I masturbate, so don’t think I’m not ready for you.” She gave his cock a tap and smiled. “I guess I just wanted to say that this… this is really special for me.”

“It’s special for me too,” he said. “I’ve had a major crush on you since I first met you.”

“Oh, I know. Boys give off a lot more than they think they do.” She bit her lip. “But I’m glad we were friends. This was worth the wait.”

“So, you liked me too?”

“It grew over time. You planted a seed and it’s finally blossomed.”

He kissed her passionately, and their hands roamed each other’s bodies. “Not yet,” he whispered, pushing his cock into her belly. “But it’s about to.”

They shared sincere smiles and walked over to the bed. She told him to wait and skipped to the bathroom, returning quickly with a bottle of lube and a towelette. “This stuff is a gift from God,” she said.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? Because we learn a lot about safe sex in college- ”

“We’re safe,” she said firmly. “I still track my cycle and I’m very certain that neither of us have an STD, given that you’ve only been with a girl like Emma.”

He gave it a thought. “Okay,” he said excitedly. She placed the supplies on the nightstand and laid down with her head on the pillows. He knelt before her, his cock fully erect again. Suddenly, he was aware that his jitters had gone away. He had gotten comfortable with her; after the initial anxiety of their act, what they were doing felt right. It was almost as if they were meant to be together.

“You can wipe your hand on the towel,” she told him as he began to lube his cock. He did so, and then shifted forward. His crown hovered above her pussy, and the anticipation of being inside of her made it difficult for him to take his time. Yet he was intent on doing so; he may not have had a lot of physical experience, but he had watched and read enough content on the internet to know how to be intimate.

After a deep breath, he arched his pelvis downward and made contact with her labia. The head of his cock smoothly parted them aside, and they both watched breathlessly.

“Ohhhhh…” she moaned as he slowly slid into her. After the initial penetration, she welcomed him gracefully. The remaining wetness of their prior activities eased their intercourse. He didn’t stop until fully bottoming out, and after doing so he fell onto his elbows and dug his hands between her shoulders and the sheets. She inhaled slightly.

“Fuck me.”

As if every nerve in his body wasn’t begging him to do that already. He sighed into her neck as he pulled his hips back, then began to thrust. The world around them melted away as his stream of consciousness slipped into the lake of romance. Her fingers gripped his shoulders with need. Their speed wasn’t fast enough to force moans; his ear sensed that her mouth was open slightly and her eyes closed. He verified that this was true before kissing her softly on the lips. Her tongue pulled at his, begging for passion, and their kiss evolved.

“Oh, Kate…”

“Christian.”

Hearing his name like that gave him sensations unlike any other. He quickened his pace, and a few whimpers began to escape her. Their bodies were pressed together, her breasts cushioned between them like a pair of marshmallows.

“You feel incredible,” he complimented. She managed to sneak a smile between her scrunched expression, too lost in the pleasure to speak at the moment.

The flesh that surrounded his length was hot and smooth, perfectly pushing and pulling his skin. He pushed his arms further under her body so that one was tightly grasping her back while the other’s palm cradling her head. She opened her twinkling eyes, and they gazed at each other as he picked up his speed.

Her whimpers became moans, her voice sexy and filled with desire. The hand that held her head caressed her hair, twirling strands of it in his fingers. He leaned down to kiss her again, and her tongue wildly flicked around his. Her hands began to roam his back, occasionally digging fingernails into his skin upon his forward thrusts.

“Yes,” she whispered between moans. They placed their foreheads together, his eyes so close to hers it was almost impossible to really see them. “Fuck me harder!”

He shifted into a plank, allowing air to fill the gap between them. She moved her hands to his triceps and held them tenderly. Now that there was space to take advantage of, he glanced down at their intercourse and found pleasure in its visual details. His cock was slick with the combination of her juices and lube. Behind the meadow of her pubic hair, he could see her clitoral hood meeting his pelvis every second.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she said, squeezing his arms and flexing her stomach. He looked up at her tits, which bounced in beautiful circles.

She bit her lip and intentionally clamped her pussy around him. The increased tightness felt incredible; he felt his pelvis tighten for a few seconds, but the feeling went away.

“Oh,” he whimpered, then smiled at her. “That feels good.”

“Lift my legs,” she instructed. He grinned knowingly and sat up to do so. While still penetrating her, he knelt in front of her as he grabbed her legs and laid them in front of his body. Her heels rested on his shoulders, and as he began to thrust into her again, he ran his hands up her shins.

“Damn,” he muttered; she was even tighter now. She smirked at the effect she was having on him before tilting her head into the pillows.

Not only did it feel great, but it sounded great too; the wetness now caused a smacking sound each time their hips made contact. She raised her arms above her head and attempted to find a solid grasp among the pillows while she moaned pleasantly. Eventually, she settled on the sheets behind her head, gripping them like the shoulder seatbelt of a roller coaster.

“Oh god!” she cried, twisting her head to the side. He lowered his hold to her thighs and pounded her with all his might. Her moans increased greatly, and his balls felt like tighter. Once again, the feeling went away quickly.

He kept up this pace for nearly a minute, stopping only because he needed a break. While he was mentally used to longer sessions of sex, it wasn’t often that he did them, and his muscular endurance wasn’t as high.

Kate spread her legs and curled them around his ass. She pulled him in close with her feet and brought him down for a kiss.

“I felt like I was going to come a couple of times,” he said. “But it went away again.”

“Were you thinking about it?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Do your best to clear your mind. Like I said, no pressure.”

She patted his chest and he rose, his cock leaving her empty. With her guidance he laid down in her former position as she straddled him. She looked genuinely pleased to take over the work.

“Enjoy it.” She kissed him again and used one hand to align his cock between her legs. Without taking her mouth off of him she lowered her hips, his cock spreading her lips apart.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he grunted as she knelt up and slowly twerked her hips on him. Though slow and sensual, he was as hard as ever; his rod of iron penetrated her fully each time she lowered herself down.

Over time her movements became bounces. She rested her hands on his chest, putting her weight on her legs.

“I never thought I would actually ride you someday,” she admitted. “But I’ve always wanted to.”

“You like riding?”

“Oh, t’s my favorite!”

She picked up her speed, putting more weight in her hands. Her bounces came down on him with repeated slaps, and she moved too quickly for him to hold her ass. Instead, he held her tits, squeezing them lovingly and rubbing his thumb around her nipples.

“Oh!” she sighed as he gave one nipple a strong kiss. He did the same with the other before relaxing into the pillows.

With a coy smile she took his hands and pinned the above his head. She stopped her riding for a moment to form a squat, which took some effort to do without lifting herself off of him. Once she was squatted above him, she let go of his hands and held her knees for support as she continued to ride. Now her hips came down on him with a much greater force, and the sight was perhaps the hottest thing he had ever seen a woman do.

Her panting was heavy now, and beads of sweat were forming along her hairline. He too was feeling warmer, and he found moisture upon wiping his forehead.

She was unable to hold her squat for long before putting her knees back down. Christian was well aware that it was a tiring position. He made use of his hands again, slapping her ass playfully as she rode him at top speed.

“Oh, I love that!” she cried. He smacked her several times before his balls began to tighten. He groaned in pleasure and closed his eyes, trying to relax his thoughts and focus on the moment. Surprisingly, the feeling didn’t go away at first. However, the glimpse of hope pushed it away.

“I was close there,” he panted. She slowed to a near stop.

“How do you want me?”

“Turn around.”

She did as he asked, standing up and turning away. Before sitting back down, she gave her ass a smooth jiggle for him. Then she knelt down and reached between her legs, stroking his length as she aligned it with her pussy once more. She slid her calves underneath his legs, her body fitting between them nicely.

“You have an amazing ass,” he complimented.

“Such a smooth talker.” She looked over her shoulder and winked as she pushed her ass back and impaled herself on him.

It was another magnificent sight. Her peach swallowed his cock with apt speed, her upper body driving its force. She arched her back, beautifully showcasing her lean muscles and sexy shoulder blades. He put his arms behind his head and watched, doing his best to relax amid the exciting sensations and visuals.

She worked herself on him like it was her job. Each smack of her ass on his pelvis was supported by a subsequent moan. A few strands of her hair were matted to her back and cheeks.

Suddenly he felt fingernails tickle his balls. The surprise of it made him twitch, and he became tight yet again. He noticed that his approaches to climax were becoming more frequent and longer in duration. To his disappointment, it went away.

“I feel you tightening up,” she said with a coo. He nodded, but she wasn’t looking; her head was down and forward as she picked up her speed. She wanted him to come.

“It could be soon,” he said. He supposed they had been fucking for at least thirty minutes now; time flew by in these moments.

She continued to ride, and the non-orgasmic pleasure was as great as it could be. Tired of not touching her, he reached forward and gripped her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly and pulling her down. Her clit scraped against his balls, where her fingers still were, and at that moment she clamped down on him. Her body twitched through her own orgasm, involuntarily dancing around his deeply penetrated pole.

After riding it out, she fell forward, half of his cock still inside of her. “Wow, twice in one sitting! You’re quite the stud.”

“I try to please,” he said lamely.

“You do it very well.”

She rolled over and crawled up to kiss him. They shared a much longer and highly passionate kiss while she stroked him vigorously but soothingly.

“Where do you want me now?” she asked. He loved how she asked him, with her sparkling eyes and hanging breasts.

“Doggy.”

“Mmmm,” she cooed tastefully. They both sat up and she twisted onto her knees.

Christian eyed her hourglass of a body as he shimmied up to her. His cock was throbbing, and he desperately desired release. She stuck her ass toward him, pushing her labia against the underside of his shaft.

“Add some more lube,” she requested. He reached over to the nightstand for the bottle and towel and applied a small amount to himself.

Intent on reaching maximum pleasure, he grabbed her ass in one hand while using the other to hold his cock down. He pushed it inside, the slickness of the fresh lube making it easy in spite of the tightness of the position.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathed, wiping his forehead again. It was getting very hot now; they’d been at it for so long.

“Give me all you’ve got,” she begged. “I want it!”

He wasted no time setting the pace. With both of his hands on her waist he pounded her with as much speed and force as he could. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust.

“Oh God… OH GOD, YES!” she moaned loudly. She flicked her head back and he reached for her hair, twisting it around his wrist and giving it a firm tug. Her moans came at the peak of each penetration, the synchronicity of it adding to the lust of the moment.

After a few minutes, in spite of his physical fatigue, he began to feel tight again. He closed his eyes to try and relax, but then opened them again with the desire to keep looking at Kate’s incredible body. The tightness remained, and he focused on feeling her tight pussy and listening to her moans. The tightness didn’t go away.

He remained on the edge for a long time- so long that he wasn’t sure he could ever come. But he put more force into his thrusts and concentrated on the sensations, and he felt the tightness increasing.

“Agh… aghhhh…” he began to groan louder and louder as his orgasm approached. “Aghhhh…” He was almost there. “Aghhhhh…”

“Yes!” she cried, encouraging him. Then, as if sensing what he needed, she said “Give me that hot cum!”

That did it. The point of no return was achieved and passed, and his body felt like a super volcano.

“AGHHHHH!!!” he withdrew his cock at the last possible second and Kate flipped over, her eyes mad with lust. In perhaps the most powerful orgasm that has ever been reached in the history of humanity, Christian’s cock exploded above her body.

“Ohhhh!” she moaned as his semen began to splatter her. He reinforced his orgasm’s power by jacking himself off over her. Streak after streak of his cum struck her from her pelvis to her chin. At least seven or eight larger streaks painted her chest. She stuck her tongue out a little too late, but still giggled as less powerful ejaculate rained down on her.

When his senses began to return, he finally exhaled. He let go of his cock and placed his hands on his hips, surveying her body. There was a small amount of foggy fluid trapped within her pubic hair, above her pulsing pussy. Her stomach was striped with his cum, as were her tits, which rose and fell as she heavily breathed. On her chin were the furthest reaches of his load, shining under her beaming expression.

“Damn,” he breathed, collapsing backwards onto his calves.

“You did it!” she exclaimed, throwing her fists up in victory.

He laughed. It was a sincere and happy laugh. “It was all you, Kate. I didn’t even have to touch myself.”

He sat back up and studied her body again. She too looked down at herself and grinned. “That is A LOT of cum.”

“Oh yeah. Easily the biggest load I’ve ever made.”

She scooped the globs of semen that rested on her chin with her finger and dipped it in her mouth. “Salty,” she said.

“Sorry. I heard eating pineapples helps with that, but I don’t like pineapples.”

“Who said that I don’t like how it tastes now?” she said with a smirk. He chuckled and stroked her legs tenderly. She stretched them around, unintentionally showcasing how sexy she was; her hair was messy and partly matted to one cheek, and she closed her eyes and smiled with the cutest look of satisfaction.

“Do you want me to help you clean up?” he asked.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “I’m enjoying this.”

He massaged her legs for a few minutes. Eventually, as his hands started stroking her feet, he felt her hand touch his half-erect penis.

“Just checking to see if you wanted to go again,” she said.

“I mean…”

“I’m kidding. Sort of.” She lifted herself onto her elbows. “I have wipes in the bathroom, would you mind getting them for me? Second drawer on the right.”

He nodded and slipped past her off the foot of the bed. He returned a moment later with a pack of wipes.

“Thank you,” she said, reaching for them. He pulled them away.

“Allow me.”

She smiled and laid back down. Christian took out a few wipes and began to clean the surface of her body, making sure to grab as much of his cum as he could without making things messier.

“Don’t worry if you don’t get it all. I’ll hop in the shower soon.”

“Can I… can I join you for that?”

She smiled dreamily. “Of course.”

They remained silent while he finished wiping her down. When he finished, he took the wipes and trash to the bathroom and returned empty handed. Kate was sitting at the edge of the bed with her arms holding her up from behind, her breasts pushed outwards. He sat next to her and cupped one while leaning in for a kiss, which she gladly accepted.

“I’m sorry that took so long,” he said, somewhat dully.

“Hey.” She touched his cheek and made him look at her directly. “Don’t apologize for that, ever. That was one fantastic session of sex you just gave me. It’s okay that you took a little longer than average. Everyone’s body and mind are different.”

She kissed him deeply on the mouth, and he felt a considerable amount of comfort.

“For a while I thought that I might never be able to do it,” he admitted. He looked down and smiled, squeezing her breast affectionately.

“Well, you did,” she said proudly.

“What does this mean for us?” he said, changing the topic to one they knew had to be addressed. Kate bit her lip.

“I hope only good things,” she said after a thoughtful pause. He nodded in agreement. “I mean, you’re in a relationship with Emma. Do you love her?”

“I do. Outside of sex, she’s perfect.”

“And I’m happy for you. I don’t want to get in the way with that, but… I also don’t want this to be our only time.”

He smirked at her. “So, you want to be friends with benefits? I’ve heard that never works.”

She shrugged, but he knew her answer was yes. “Maybe it doesn’t work for people around the same age. But I’m twice your age. I have two children. You’re in college. You have Emma. I don’t think we can be together in that way.”

He nodded slowly. It made sense to him. “I always thought it would feel wrong to cheat, but everything feels right with you. This was really important for me.”

“I also feel a little bad, being the one to convince you to cheat. But I’ve wanted you for so long, and I just felt like you needed my help.”

“I guess I did need your help. And I wanted you too.”

He refrained from telling her that Emma was originally meant to be a distraction from his lust for her. It was true that he loved Emma, in the way that a person genuinely cares for the wellbeing of another. But when it came to lust, it was always meant for Kate. That was something he had always sort of known. And he was okay keeping that a secret.