This is my contribution to the “VALENTINE’S DAY STORY CONTEST 2017”
It was a pleasure writing this story — it developed while summoning the letters on my screen, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it too.
Comments are appreciated.
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No, I’m not waiting for my Valentine — I’m involved in the set-up for my friend; I’ve been assigned to lure him to this place, while his girlfriend will be brought here by her sister.
Yeah, I certainly hope it will be a nice surprise — it was her sister, Shawny, who organized the whole thing; I was quite surprised myself, actually.
No, I don’t think Greg, my friend, is suspecting anything. Actually, I haven’t heard him talking a lot about Kendra lately; to be honest, I’m a bit worried about it. But Shawny said they are still together, and kind of hoped this surprise could be a trigger to some new sparks.
I guess I know Greg since Kindergarten; real sports-man — that’s what got him where he is now, his winners mentality. For as long as I know, he’s been the captain in his football team…
Football as in soccer…
I know, but for me it is football…
Anyway… he’s always been the number one, and works hard to get there. It’s the same at school; it doesn’t come easy for him, but when he’s made his choice, he will succeed! For sure!! Actually, he’s had several offers to play as a professional, but preferred to put his study first. And still, he manages to keep up playing with the semi-professionals.
No, I’m not in his team — I guess that’s clear to see.
Well… maybe it’s like complementing each other; somehow we do share many things, like our sense of humor, music preference, we both like to be challenged…
Kendra? At a different continent, she would probably be leading the cheerleaders.
Mr. and Mrs. Perfect… right…
From what I know, she used to go to ballet and gymnastics until twelve, thirteen years old? Then, apparently, she was told her body shape wasn’t suitable to compete with the top, and she changed to street-dancing. Like Greg, she is very competitive. And now she is also in a band, singing and playing guitar — yeah, she looks pretty hot, but that’s not the only reason; she really knows how to play and sing! I can tell…
You think I don’t know about music? Well, guess again. True, I’m pretty nerdy; skipped two classes at primary school and another class at secondary school — languages, English and French, prevented me from skipping more classes. And my parents, of course; they worried about me being surrounded by students four to six years older than me; thought it would be a bad thing for my social development…
Anyway… because of the language and my parents, I had extra time, which I filled by learning to play music. Piano, clarinet and saxophone, a bit of guitar… I even played in Kendra’s band for a couple of months, when their keyboard-player got glandular fever. Actually, we played at some pretty big festivals at that time — pretty cool, yeah…
It wasn’t really my cup of tea, though. When their keyboard-player returned, I could have stayed, playing guitar and sax, but, as you already guessed, I’m not really cut out for that kind of work — too late, too noisy, too crowded… — so I quit. But it was fun for the time being!
Is that your girlfriend, by the way? No? I thought she was… oh, never mind…
I talk too much, don’t I? I always talk when I’m nervous — you don’t mind?
Of course I’m nervous — they are my best friends, so I really want things to work out well…
What I’m doing now? Oh, in life, you mean… Well, being nerdy, of course. I’m doing two majors — one in quantum physics and another in mathematical physics.
No, it’s not the same; it’s even given at different departments – one at the physics department, the other at mathematics. It takes a bit of improvising, but in general, the professors are supportive and so far, I managed.
Boring? No, not really! For an outsider, probably, but if you really get to the core of those equations and manage to grasp the concept, it is just as beautiful as any other type of art.
No, really — to me, numbers are similar to colors, taste and smell, sounds; combining them can really make me emotional. I’m serious — not like crying-in-the-classroom emotional, but… It’s also the other way around — sometimes I associate a nice piece of music with formulas and equations.
No, my pare… is that your… o, never mind….
No, my parents aren’t exceptionally rich; on the contrary… But I earn some extra money by developing websites and, lately, specialized software. I like it, and it gets well paid…
Not really — like Kendra uses to sing: “Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist. That don’t impress me much!!…” I’d better focus on music, if I want to score…
Where we’re going to? Beau Bistro!…
Well… initially, Shawny planned…
Oh, now you also want a description of Shawny? Sure. As I already told you, she’s Kendra’s younger sister, and… well… what can I say…?
Yeah, she is also good looking, but different — Kendra is sex-symbol looking good, whereas Shawny is more… natural? Beautiful, but just not that obvious… I like it more that way… I don’t know…
She just started biomedical science this year — beauty and brains, right! Kendra too, by the way… After her mother passed away from breast cancer, Shawny decided she wanted to be a cancer researcher. And she also sings and plays piano, but she’s more into classical and jazz…
Phew! I’ll never forget her version of ‘Fever’ on one of our school-parties…!!
Sometimes she would come with Kendra to the band repetitions, and during the breaks I would play some music with her — she is magic!!
But I was telling you that Sh…
No, I don’t mind talking about her; yeah, who knows, next year… but today is about Greg and Kendra. Anyway… Shawny originally planned to book a table at Lauroux, but I talked her into Beau Bistro.
No, I’ve never been to Lauroux, too expensive, but I’ve been told you’ll always get many courses, small portions, and lots of time in between — not really Greg’s idea of dining, I’m afraid. For him I’m not sure if it would lead to a romantic night…
Well, I’m not Greg, of course…
Anyway, to convince her, I invited Shawny to Beau Bistro last week …
No, I didn’t mind! To be honest, we also ‘checked’ the quality of the movie afterwards…
No, nothing else…! The movie was crap — by the way — so two days later we checked another one, which was better…
Yeah, there is also an overnight stay in a hotel in these plans — Chesnutt Barn — and in case you want to know: no, we didn’t test that one…
Which movie? Well first… I think that’s your girlfriend, right? Well, good luck, and enjoy your evening!
Thanks!! Wait!!! Your colla…
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Finally, Greg arrives — I almost feared he wouldn’t show up. Given the movie-program this evening, it was quite challenging to get him here without making him suspicious… It would be too obvious to invite him for some romantic chick flick, but going to Deadpool at half past seven doesn’t make too much sense either… I still don’t understand why it had to be this early… Fortunately, Greg wasn’t really suspicious, or he just didn’t want to ask…
While entering the bistro, I manage to discretely ask one of the waiters to delay our order until Kendra and Shawny have arrived — They have been informed on beforehand, but just to be sure… We do get our drinks, but it takes ages before someone comes to take our next order…
We talk about football, my ongoing fight with the music store about my malfunctioning saxophone, our worries about how politics of the world are going these days, until finally Kendra and Shawny show up. Greg can’t see them coming as his back is turned to the entrance, and he is sincerely shocked when Kendra covers his eyes. He doesn’t hesitate, though… “Kendra!!!”
They kiss — I’ve seen more passion before, but that might be due to the shock and surprise.
Shawny calls their attention and explains that she, we, have arranged a Valentine diner and some other surprises for them. She tells them to finish their diner before half past seven, and only then to open the envelope for their next directions. Tickets are inside; we already ordered and paid their diner, including several drinks, so they should be fine…
Yes! They are surprised!! Greg punches my shoulder till it hurts, telling me I’m a sneaky bastard, while Kendra showers Shawny with kisses. It takes quite some effort to brush off their ongoing pushing to know what it cost, but in the end I finally offer my place to Kendra, also get a kiss… we wish them a great evening, and leave…
Shawny offers me her arm, and we leave the restaurant… Then I realize that we — I mean, I — haven’t really thought of what’s next… Perhaps now would be a good opportunity to invite Shawny for dinner too — even though we aren’t together, it seems weird to go our own way now… Although, inviting someone for dinner at Valentines eve… suspicious, suspicious….
Apparently, Shawny doesn’t see it that way; when I ask her if she fancies having dinner with me, she gives me a mysterious smile, and leads me the way, without answering my question. When I ask again, she answers: “Just follow me…”
I’m shocked when I figure out where she is leading me — I try to change her mind — but she replies: “I still had the reservation, dad paid for it, so it would be a waste not to use it. Unless you don’t want to, of course…”
Of course I want to, but…
Now I realize how well she is dressed… I wonder if I’m properly dressed myself. Restaurant Lauroux…!! Holy Moly…!!
Apparently Shawny recognizes my doubt and assures me I don’t have to worry.
Oh my… talking about a different atmosphere… At the door, Shawny informs the man in suit that we have a reservation. Two people — one for Shawny and one for me — help us out of our coats. I really feel underdressed here…
We are guided to a table and without asking, the waiter opens the first bottle of wine… I get to taste it first — as if I know anything about wines — and on my approval, he fills our glasses.
We clink and take a sip. Then I look around. Oh my… I’m definitely underdressed… And by far, we are the youngest people in this restaurant…
Shawny looks right in place… no, no; I’m not saying she looks old! But at least her dress is appropriate…
“You could have told me…” I whisper, but she smiles back.
“That would have spoiled the surprise, wouldn’t it?! Don’t you like it?”
“I don’t know… I think I do, but… look at my clothes… I don’t think I belong here!”
“We are young — that’s a difference. For our age, we are appropriately dressed; don’t worry. They wouldn’t have let us in if they thought we weren’t; just try to enjoy, okay?”
We start with an appetizer — a large spoon with a champignon, filled with cheese and small slices of bacon on top. Delicious, but I can’t resist a smile, thinking of Greg taking it in one bite, and then looking for more… I hope he is enjoying his union soup too…
“You like it?”
“Hmmm! It’s delicious! I was just thinking of Greg, and how he would handle this…”
“I see. I think you were right — this may not be the right place for him, but I love it!”
“Me too! Thank you so much for taking me here!”
Apparently, their parents have taken Kendra and Shawny several times to this restaurant before. Shawny tells me how, in the beginning, it was a true ordeal, but it didn’t take long before they learned to appreciate the culinary art they were served…
Next, we get soup too. Just not a bowl, but a small glass, with a slice of fried fish on the side…
I can’t deny it is delicious, and perhaps because of the small portions, I’m really focusing on the taste — more than I’m used to. I wouldn’t consider myself a cuisine-intellectual — far from — and I wonder if my taste-sensations are similar to the more experienced guests, but I savor the various dishes. I think I’m showing it …
“First time?”
“Hm-hmm! But definitely not the last! It’s just fantastic! I never knew eating could be such a joy — I mean… of course I know nice food, but this is a whole different experience…!”
“I’m glad you like it!”
Soup is followed by a salad, then different types of fish, a few asparagus rolled in bacon, some very tenderly baked slices of meat with a little bit of mashed potato and a few beans, something with cheese, prawns, a slice of lamb filet, Crème Brule, and finally coffee and tea.
Meanwhile we talk. About Greg and Kendra, of course, but also about school and what’s next, music…
She laughs when I tell her, on her question if I like Gershwin, that ‘Rhapsody in Blue’ was the reason why I started playing clarinet. She gets shy when I confess what her ‘Fever’ performance had done to me…
After coffee, Shawny asks if I’m in for a drink somewhere else — how can I possibly refuse…! But once outside of the hotel, I notice Greg and Kendra waiting for us… I’m shocked! “You’re not going to the cinema? Why — you don’t like the movie? You could have chosen something else instead!”
“Nah — we thought it would be more fun to spend the night with our sister and best friend! Get in — I haven’t taken too much wine, so I will drive!”
Upset, I look at Shawny, who only raises her shoulders. It’s their night, after all, so let’s just join them…
Greg gets behind the steering wheel, Kendra next to him, so Shawny and I take place in the back. I have no clue where they’re driving us, until the car stops in front of the theatre…
“I’ll park the car — you two just go inside!”
I want to object — the theatre? No way we can get in there without reservation! But Shawny has already left the car, so I can only follow her…
Once inside, Shawny goes straight to the ticket desk and tells she has a reservation… I’m totally dumb-struck… When I look around and see the advertisement-boards, finally something starts to dawn on me… ‘Porky and Bess!!!’
“No way!” I stammer… “No way — you had this all organized?”
Shawny gives me a happy grin. “Do you mind?”
“NO… no, of course not… but… But Greg… and Kendra… and their surprise…??”
“The surprise was meant for you! It was all meant for you!!” Shawny radiates with delight! “Kendra and Greg have actually taken a break in their relationship, but didn’t mind getting involved; actually, it was more-or-less Greg’s idea…”
“But that means… that means that you…”
“Hmm?”
“You like me too, then?”
Now, Shawny starts to laugh… “Perhaps a little… Why else did you think that, all of a sudden, I started coming to the band repetitions with Kendra? I had never done that before — not really my kind of music… And yes, ‘Fever’ was truly and exclusively meant for you — I’m glad it delivered!!”
Wow! That was unexpected… “Can I…” Oh, my… I’m not just red — I must be glowing; emitting light…
“Just a small one then. Quickly! On the cheek! People might see us!”
When I try to decently peck on her cheek, she suddenly moves her face, and presses her lips on mines… I wasn’t prepared for that!! I move back, bump into an old man who fortunately can see the humor of it… Oh my!!!
I just can’t believe it!! Shawny!!!
Shawny and me!!!
Shawny laughs at me — I don’t care…
She takes my hand –which creates a current running from my fingers to my stomach — and she pulls me to the bar. “I guess you’d need a mineral water — right?”
“Yeah… yeah… I guess so… yeah…” Then my senses come back just a little… “And you? What would you like?”
“Me too, please!”
Oh, my!!
Shawny!!
She pulls me inside the hall…
“Wait!! Don’t we have to wait for Greg and Kendra?”
“Porky and Bess? I don’t think so — they have probably found a place more of their liking by now!”
We have the best seats!! It must have cost a fortune!!!
Oh my!!
I still can’t believe it. I’m sitting next to Shawny, watching ‘Porky and Bess’ on the best seats available! Next to Shawny!!
I can’t possibly contain myself — I have to see her, again and again. And Shawny just sits there, with a smug grin on her face, clearly amusing herself.
I carefully stretch out my hand, checking her reactions; what would happen if I’d take her hand? Her reactions are in my favor — she squeezes my hand, and her thumb starts stroking me…
I can barely keep my attention on the play! Every now and then, I have to check — it’s all real!! I am sitting, next to Shawny — hand in hand — watching ‘Porky and Bess’!!!
During the brake, we take another wine. For a moment, I excuse myself — I have to go to the bathroom. Instead of using the urinals, I sit down for a moment… Oh my, oh my. What a night!!
I quickly freshen up a bit; check myself in the mirror — it won’t get any better than this — and return to Shawny. Carefully, I peck on her cheek. She grins. “Happy?”
“Oh my… ‘Happy’ doesn’t even come close! I’m thrilled — I’m literally shaking on my legs! I am… Unbelievable!! I’d never expected you to… I must be dreaming, but don’t wake me up!”
I know I don’t make much sense — it isn’t my best performance ever, but what can I do!!?
We go back to our seats and wait for the play to resume. I notice Shawny slowly leaning my way, and realize what is expected… I kiss her; our lips softly caress each other, and I’m lost in time and space. Relativity — now we’re talking, Einstein!!!
Shawny awakes me with a soft push against my shoulder; “They’re starting again!”
I sigh…
When the play is over, we keep our seats a little longer. Most people already left — the actors have already returned to receive their applause — but we just bask in each other’s company. It just can’t get any better.
Eventually, long after all others have left, we also stand up, leave the hall, get our jackets, and step back into the cold…
…where Greg and Kendra are once more waiting for us…
Kendra takes Shawny aside, while Greg comes my way. “And, smart-ass? Figured it out yet?”
I shake my head. “I still can’t believe it! Did you know it — about Shawny, I mean?”
“It was pretty obvious, actually; but then I already knew the details, of course… But you’re having fun?”
“Oh yeah! It was great — I still can’t believe it; I mean… She did all of this for me??!”
“It’s a different world, bro! If you don’t come to them, they will come to you! You’re lucky — be nice to her!!”
Apparently, Shawny and Kendra are done talking, and come our way. Kendra wraps her arms around me, hugs me, and then whispers in my ear “You better be nice to my little sister!”
“I will, I will!! Thank you so much! I can’t believe you did this for me!”
“What are you doing with my man!” Shawny calls, playfully attempting to push Kendra away from me.
“You better show us he’s yours!” Greg dares her, and Kendra starts whooping.
Slowly, a little hesitantly, Shawny bends my way. In a reflex, I quickly glance at Greg, who gives a barely visible nod. Then I look in Shawny’s eyes, just before her lips find mines. At the background I hear cheering, but I’m too busy processing the taste of her tongue… I notice someone guiding my hands to her ass — most likely Greg — and I realize that’s probably where they belong… Like Shawny’s arms belong around my neck.
The lights and sounds of the street fade away in the touch, taste and smell of Shawny, until someone pushes us apart. “That’s enough for now! No need to overdo it! Let’s go!” With a pang of disappointment, I let her go, delaying the loss of touch for as long as possible. I hear Kendra grinning “You made your point! Let’s get moving now.” and finally our lips separate.
Numbly, I follow Greg and Kendra, my arm around Shawny’s waist, her head against my shoulder. We get back to the car and meekly slide in the back, where we start caressing and kissing each other. I notice Greg and Kendra making comments, which just don’t come through…
I barely register the car driving away, and then, all of a sudden, the door is pulled open. Reluctantly, I get out, help Shawny leaving the car, and we follow Greg and Kendra inside.
Focusing on Shawny, I don’t even try to figure out where we are — It’s large, that’s for sure — and then we are guided to a small table with comfortable sofas.
There is more wine, we clink, and there is some talking I don’t pay attention to. I guess they’re making fun of me, but who cares — I’m the one with Shawny; nothing else matters…
For a moment, Kendra pulls Shawny away from us — at a little distance, they start whispering, and I see Shawny nodding, looking shyly in our direction. Then, apparently, Kendra gives Greg a sign, who also gets up.
He pats me on the shoulder — “Take care!”
I also rise up; Kendra comes my way now. She hugs me again. “Be nice!” she whispers, and squeezes me a little harder. Bewildered, I look at them — they both hug Shawny and wave to me. Now what’s going on?!
I want to follow when Greg and Kendra walk away, but Shawny takes my arm and leads me back to the sofa. A little dizzy, probably a combination of the alcohol and all experiences of this evening, I sit down, and Shawny divides the last bit of wine over our glasses.
Shawny raises her glass; we clink again, and she says, with a conspiring look, “At last! Now it’s just you and me!!”
She gulps down her wine, and I follow her example. My head spins. I bend over to kiss her, but she fends me off with a smile. “Just a little patience!”
Shawny gets up. Me too — too fast. I realize I have to take it slow — the floor doesn’t feel that stable anymore, and the surroundings seem to pulse… I don’t mind Shawny wrapping her arm around my waist, and I do the same to her — some stability.
Shawny leads the way, and slowly it dawns to me that we are in a hotel…
Self-assured, she leads me though the hallways, an elevator, more halls, and finally opens one of the doors…
We enter a room — it seems quite spacious to me — Shawny tells me to take off my coat and leads me to the bed, where she pushes me down to sit on the edge.
She takes a few steps backwards, and starts clicking her fingers in a slow rhythm. Slowly, she sways her hips, sensually, and then starts singing; singing in her soft, low, and o so sexy, husky voice.
‘Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care But honey put your arms around me And I’ll get fever that`s so hard to bear — you’ll give me fever…’
I stretch out my arms, beg Shawny to come to me, but instead, she flicks her hair back, and continues singing with her magic voice.
She is standing there, in front of me. Enchanting me with her voice; her sultry movements. All I can do is look at her, while I follow the rhythm clicking with my finger, tapping with my foot.
After the third or fourth couplet, she reaches to her back, fumbles, and then slowly, seductively, her dress slides down; inch by inch…
She really takes it slow –another couplet, and her dress must have slit one or two inches down the top of her breasts. She turns around; turns her back to me, and keeps singing and swaying…
Another couplet follows, and I can see a fair amount of skin now — her back is half-way bare, and her hips move slowly, seductively…
Finally, the top of the dress has reached the small of her back, and, while holding on to the fabric, Shawny’s hands seductively caress her hips.
During the following couplet, the dress remains in place, but Shawny now slowly turns her head to the side; she is looking at me, ready to end this song…
‘What a lovely way to burn’
She goes down, slowly. Slowly through her knees…
‘What a lovely way to burn’
Deeper… and deeper… and all the way to the ground.
‘What a lovely way to burn!’
The song is finished, and after a short silence, I softly applause. “That was just beautiful!” I whisper, tears in my eyes, lump in my throat.
Slowly, graciously, Shawny gets up; her dress remains on the floor…
Her back is still turned to me; she wasn’t wearing a bra; her only clothes now are a string and her high-heeled shoes. Never ever have I experienced anything more arousing…
With some effort, I manage to get up from the bed, and walk to Shawny. Standing behind her, I put my hands on her hips. She bends her head to me, inviting me, and I softly kiss her lips.
She slowly turns, facing me, and presses her body against mine; her breast against my chest. She wraps one arm around my waist, the hand between my shoulder blades, while the other one goes around my neck, her hand in my hair. This way, she pulls me tight, softly rubbing her tongue over my teeth, then exploring my mouth. All I can do is press my hands on her burning skin, absorbing her heat, and relishing in her kiss…
I feel her warmth running through my hands, my arms, flowing into my chest. Her lips, her tongue, stroking, touching and taking, send pulses of joy, intense pleasure through my mind. There are no solid thoughts; just emotions and undefined feelings of love, happiness, pleasure and even lust.
But all too soon, Shawny releases me; softly pushes me away, and while we’re both gasping for air, she starts unbuttoning my shirt.
I look in her face; seductively, her lower lip is sucked in — she softly chews on it. When I look a bit lower, I see her beautiful breasts, her nipples inches away from my body. Firm breasts — full, beautiful, lush globes with sexy nipples pointing shamelessly in my direction. I want to touch them, feel them, but hesitate. Shawny notices, takes one of my hands, and presses it firmly against one of her mounds of soft flesh.
Involuntarily, I moan softly, making Shawny smile. “You like it?”
I nod, speechless. Words fail me…
Silently, Shawny continues unbuttoning my shirt and takes it off. The underlying t-shirt quickly follows, after which she takes an extra step back to watch.
Her eyes run over my chest — I hope she isn’t disappointed, I rarely work out. I rather study, either for university or music, but now I fear I might have made some wrong choices.
Shawny, however, isn’t complaining; suddenly she steps forward again, bends over and wraps her lips over my nipple. I suck in air, and groan when her tongue starts fiddling with my nipple. Pulsating clouds of butterflies, tickling with their wings, run through my veins, gathering in the center of my body, where they turn into a burning pit of magma. A last, wet stroke of her tongue, and then she moves to the other breast. This gets the same treatment, except that, at the end, she carefully pulls it with her teeth… My body stiffens even more, I flinch, and Shawny softly laughs. “Relax! I won’t hurt you!!”
Her hands go to the button of my trousers, and I try to kick out my shoes. I don’t care that I might damage them — that’s of no importance for now.
The trousers’ button seems an impenetrable barrier, but just when I’m about to do it myself, it comes loose. The zip is easy, and then, almost by itself, the trousers slide down my legs. Once around my ankles, I step out of them, and I’m left in my boxers and socks…
Slightly embarrassed, I notice the mast pulling up the fabric of my boxers — what would Shawny think of that? I must look like some horny teenager — not that I’m any different than that, but it doesn’t have to be that obvious…
Shawny, however, doesn’t take offence. Instead, she wraps her arms back around my body, and now I feel her nipples poke hot against my bare skin — I can hardly breath…
One hand presses on my butt, pulling me close, so my boner can’t possibly go unnoticed… However, if anything, it only seems to turn her on too — her lips are now truly assaulting my mouth, and both our breathings go ragged.
Slowly, she pushes me towards the bed. Somehow I do manage to get rid of my socks before I feel the bedside push against my lower legs, and when I carefully try to sit down on the mattress, Shawny just pushes me over and drops herself on top of me. One of her hands grabs my hair, the other softly caresses my cheek, while she keeps kissing me.
My hands run over her back, and, when I finally find the courage, they both move to her ass. Her string leaves almost everything uncovered, so my fingers can freely explore the firm, round buttocks.
First, the tips of my fingers tentatively stroke the skin, but then I get bolder and grab two handfuls of muscle. Shawny gasps; moves her hips to press those cheeks even firmer in my hands.
While we kiss, my body starts moving on its own accord, grinding my pelvis against Shawny’s; her body moves in accordance with mine, and we both moan impatiently. There is no doubt we feel the same.
I am longing to explore those breasts, but can’t touch them while Shawny is lying on top of me, firmly pressed against my chest. Hence, I attempt to roll over and get on top myself. Initially Shawny seems to resist me, but when I persist and use some more force, she rolls on her back, dragging me with her.
I push myself free from our tight embrace, leaving us both gasping for air. After a small pause, I direct her body to the center of the large bed, and straddle her at her waist. She looks at me, with a curiously longing expression; heated, begging for my touch. Her hands, on my upper arms, try to pull me down — to get my lips back on hers — but I resist.
Instead, I bring both hands below her beautiful breasts — extra seductive as they are heaving tantalizingly with her heavy breathing — and then push them up, rubbing the soft meat tenderly in my hands. Shawny arches her back — her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open — groans, and when the palms of my hands glide over her erect nipples, shivers run through my body, combining in my groin.
Unable to reach where and how I want next, I slide myself off Shawny’s body, bend over, and suck in her closest nipple. Shawny gasps and shivers. I let my tongue rub the hardened bud, causing a shudder to run through her body; a cute yelp escapes her mouth.
Encouraged, I move over to the other breast, and start circling the areola with my outstretched tongue, closing in on, and eventually flicking over the nipple. Shawny wiggles — apparently restrains herself not to use her arms which she keeps, rigidly bent, aside of her shoulders; tense muscles, her hands balled to fists, sometimes clenching in the air.
I stretch myself on the bed next to Shawny, one hand goes to the furthest breast, softly kneading it, stroking it’s nipple with my thumb. The other hand takes care of the other breast, thumb and index finger surrounding the areola around her nipple; I let my mouth, my lips and tongue, play with the hard bud. By themselves, my hips start grinding my groin in the mattress, sending pulses of pleasure through my body, while I try to continue pleasing Shawny. Apparently, I’m doing it right; her hands grab my head, firmly pushing my face in her breast, her fingers clutching my hair. As a reaction, my hand, groping her breast, also becomes rougher, while my mouth — teeth covered by my lips — bites into her nipple.
Suddenly Shawny roughly pushes me away. She rolls herself off the mattress and dives into a bag which apparently was brought in earlier this day. She brings out a box and, impatiently, tears off the carton lid. Then she tosses me a flat package. “Here — this one first!” She pants — her voice hoarse and impatient.
I pick up the package and tear it open. A condom presents itself and I take it out. From the corner of my eyes, I see Shawny arching her back and thrusting her hips in the air; her hands quickly slide down the fabric of her string. I also pull down my boxers, and for a moment I’m in doubt — which side of the condom should go on top — then I clumsily try to roll it down my rod. It won’t go down; Damn — still the wrong side!!…
I flip the condom, and with shaking hands, it now rolls down my shaft. This action alone already causes untenable waves of pleasure; I try to delay the inevitable — for a moment I pause — but already I am gone too far.
Impatiently, Shawny raises herself to see what I’m up to, while I, ashamed, I try to pull the rubber off again. “Do you have another one?”
“Why — did it tear?” She sounds frustrated. Not good…
“Uhmm… no — I just spilled it…”
“You mean — you’re that hot?” I’m probably wrong, but I seem to sense some pride, and perhaps even a tiny bit of admiration in her voice. I can only nod, embarrassed…
She doesn’t ask any further but moves to get a new condom, while I clean myself up using my boxers. Soiling my boxers is a problem I’ll have to deal with later on — for now, I need to go on.
Shawny tosses me a new package and, slightly calmer than before, I manage to put it on. Surprisingly, I’m still hard — the early shooting has hardly affected my arousal, and simply looking at Shawny’s delicious body causes that little extra. I do fear that the next round won’t be satisfying either; the quick release worries me — I can’t recall coming at such a minimum of stimulation, so what would happen when I’m really ‘doing it’…?
Shawny watched me putting the condom on, and now slips under the covers, lifting the corner on my side invitingly. I roll myself close to her, nervous, unsure about what to do next. It’s probably best to resume stroking and kissing, and perhaps I should even check out if she wants me to finger her.
Shawny, however, reclaims the lead, and slides one leg under me, and now I’m between her legs.
“Ready?” Even HER voice sounds a bit insecure…
I swallow. So this is it.
It’s not like I don’t know anything about it — I’ve seen it plenty of times on the Internet, and I’ve read thousands of stories, describing it to the smallest details. Now I just need to rub the tip of my cock between her lips to moisturize everything, spread the juices, and then I have to push it. I hope it won’t be too hard to find the right spot; probably, everything will sort itself out.
I hope she doesn’t think I’m too inexperienced — I’ve already blown it once, so I can’t afford another failure. I don’t think I would get a third chance…
I wonder whom else she has had sex with — who would have been the first? They always say you’ll never forget about the first time — would she think of him, right now?
Shawny gets impatient; wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me close. By itself, my cock finds the right spot, and I feel her body give way. At least I think this is the right spot…?
Shawny groans and stops me, her hands on my hips, her eyes closed. I don’t think it is a groan of pleasure…
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head and sighs, “No — just need a sec…”
She breaths deeply, and then, her slight pulling on my hips tells me to continue.
I try to push deeper; now I feel what they mean when they describe a tight pussy — it ain’t easy; it almost hurts me, and Shawny softly whines, but doesn’t stop me. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, and her breathing is short and ragged; apparently, I’m not that small… Slowly I get deeper; for me, it feels heavenly…
Halfway I stop and look at Shawny; her face is contorted; a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She opens her eyes to small slits and looks at me, and I bend over and kiss her lips softly. She moans while replying my kisses.
“I’m okay,” she whispers. “Just need some time to relax a bit…”
I slowly pull out, and then push again. Shawny gasps, then leaves out a long, soft moan, and her hands on my hips tell me not to stop before I’m buried a little deeper than before. The rubbing of her tight walls over my cock is mind-blowing. Shawny looks at me, and nods. ‘Again!’
I try to start moving in a slow, steady rhythm — slowly out, slowly in — and notice it gets a little easier. Perhaps Shawny starts getting wetter, maybe she relaxes a bit, but it seems less tight; it still feels magical, though, continuously sending waves of tiny bubbles, tingling through my body.
Was she first mainly controlling my body — pace and depth — now her hands let go of my hips, and start stroking my back and the sides of my chest. I’m leaning on my elbows, avoiding to put my weight on top of Shawny, but this prevents me from stroking her freely. My mouth, however, is free to go, and when the motions of my hips have found their rhythm, I start to focus on kissing.
I start by nibbling her smooth skin under her jaw, and Shawny turns her head to give me free access. I lick her throat, which makes her moan, and then move to her lips.
Once our lips connect, she sucks in my lower lip, and bites. Hard!
One of her hands move to my head, keeps me in place, while the other pushes on the small of my back, pressing me tightly against her. Her hips start meeting mines when I push, making me go deeper and deeper, and she speeds up our pace.
After a while, her hand slips off my back, and goes to her breasts, where her fingers start rubbing and mauling her flesh. I can’t see exactly what she’s doing, but her breathing and groaning assures me it definitely feels good to her.
It feels good for me too. After letting go my lip, our tongues found each other, stroking, rubbing and swirling around each other, and our lips squeeze and stroke. My cock no longer meets resistance when stroking in and out, and the constant rubbing brings me higher and higher; higher than ever before! Sometimes I feel like I should change positions, but why change what feels soo good!? Shawny doesn’t object; her body wiggles and bucks under me in pleasure, and I’m actually starting to worry about the volume of the moans and groans that she makes — I don’t want others to hear us…
I try to mute the sounds by covering her mouth with mine, but this only works partially. And to be honest, I don’t really care that much for now…
Both of her hands move to my back, at my shoulder blades, and I feel her fingers dig in the flesh, while her panting gets shorter and mingled with soft, long cries. Would this mean that…?
Her movements become rougher and wilder, as if she’s loosing herself. It only adds to my arousal; actually, I feel like I’m getting almost there again. Already!! Then Shawny lets out a long wail, in vain, I try to mute her. I feel her muscles contract around my cock, and there is no more holding back for me… With Shawny shaking and wheezing under me, I feel the jets of come spurting through my shaft, and I can hear myself groaning.
It is unreal!! I know coming feels good, but this is beyond heaven! The whole release of the built-up tension and arousal feels like an orchestra coming to the final chords; like the start of a long-distance run, when the athletes quickly try to get some free space, almost fighting for the best positions; bubbles spurting out of a bottle of shaken Champaign…
I pull out and roll on my side, one hand on Shawny’s belly, and check how she is doing. Her eyes are closed, and she seems to work on controlling her breath.
And I feel tired! After this crazy evening with all its surprises, all those wonderful things happening to me, now I feel drained. I know I’m not supposed to fall asleep now — I should cuddle, kiss and stroke — but if only I could close my eyes for just a minute…
My fingers move to Shawny’s hip, and I start softly rubbing it. She turns her head in my direction, and gives me a tired smile. I can barely make out her whisper “So this is it!”
I move closer, kiss those lips once more, softly, and then I whisper in return “It was fantastic — never knew it would feel this good!”
Shawny nods. Then she stretches, and lazily rolls away to the side of the bed. Slowly, she gets out, and moves over to the fridge. “Now it’s time for this!” she says, and triumphantly lifts a bottle in the air. Is it Champaign?
For a moment, I feel a wave of nausea coming up — please no more alcohol… But I manage to suppress it — indeed, it would probably be an appropriate time to toast, and how could I possibly resist Shawny! Like anything else today, it’s most likely a very good one too…!
I also roll to her side and get reminded of the condom, still around my now partly deflated cock. I pull it off and tie it close. I find the original package, and put the condom, on the package, on the side table.
Now, I also notice a familiar carryall bag.
“That’s mine?”
“Uh-huh,” Shawny nods.
“So my parents know about this?” I’m not sure if I like that idea — I’m even surprised they would agree… On the other hand — now there is no need to call them that I’m not coming home tonight, which is fortunate. I wouldn’t know how to explain about this…
“Dunno…. Greg took care of it.”
Now I’m less troubled using my already soiled boxers to clean up a bit; if anything, that bag should contain at least some clean underwear…
Meanwhile, Shawny has placed some Champaign flutes on the table, and offers me the bottle — it’s chilled!
Carefully, I remove the foil and the iron wire-cage around the cork; then I slowly and cautiously push and twist the cork, trying to avoid making a mess of this room. With a soft ‘plop’, the cork finally pops out, accompanied by some white fog pouring out of the neck.
“Yesss!” Shawny whispers excited, and I carefully pour the two glasses, avoiding the foam to run over the brim. I pass her one of the glasses, take the other myself, and we clink, looking deep in the eyes of the other.
We take a sip, and then I put the glass on the ground, to kiss Shawny once more. “Thank you so much — it is unbelievable what you’ve done for me!”
“Thank you too, for being kind and careful with me,” Shawny whispers in return. “I loved every second of it!” She also puts her glass aside, and pulls me back on the mattress, to kiss me deeply.
I’m lying on my back, Shawny bending over me, kissing my lips tenderly. I feel her breasts stroke my chest, and once again, tingles run through my body, reawaking my flaccid cock.
“Wait!” Shawny whispers, pressing my shoulders as if to emphasize her words, and then picks up her glass again. A large sip — a mouth-full of Champaign — and she turns back to me.
Her intentions are clear, and I await her. When she presses her lips back on mine, small streams of Champaign escape and run down my cheek, chin and neck, but I don’t care. I savor the taste of Champaign and Shawny, and her arousing tongue and lips. She brings me another mouthful, and then I whisper it’s my turn.
I make Shawny lie in the middle of the bed, and offer her the first mouthful of bubbles. Then, I don’t wait for her to swallow, I take a second large sip, but instead of offering it to Shawny, I carefully let small splashes run over her breasts and her belly, including filling her belly button. I tell her to lie still.
I swallow the remaining Champaign in my mouth, then I offer another sip to Shawny, after which I start lapping the Champaign off her breasts.
Shawny sighs and shudders — the Champaign in her navel runs away — and I feel her nipple hardening on my touch.
I sigh too — it is just amazing!
I thoroughly suck and lap her breasts, following the traces that ran to her neck and sides, and finally lick her belly clean. When every trace of the liquid is long gone, I look at Shawny. “More?”
Shawny nods, and I start again. First I give some Champaign to Shawny, then I divide it over her body, another sip for her, and cleaning up again. Shawny shivers, shudders under the touch of my tongue, sighs, and when I start lapping her belly, her fingers run through my hair.
“Again?”
Shawny moans approvingly.
This time, however, I want to try something different…
I give Shawny her sip, and by now, I’ve emptied both glasses. I refill one glass, and then can’t resist to quickly stoke her belly with the cold bottom of the bottle. Shawny whines softly.
I take my mouth-full of Champaign, but this time I move between her legs. I think Shawny is shocked — her head rises to see what I’m doing, but I don’t give her the time to stop me. I cover her pussy with my mouth, and slosh the liquid against her skin, rubbing it in with my tongue. Then I swallow, and start exploring the exciting area with my tongue and lips.
At the first touch of my tongue, Shawny’s knees come up, squeezing my head tight, effectively immobilizing me. I don’t mind — I don’t think I need that much space to do what I intend to do.
After swallowing the Champaign, I first let my tongue run over the outer skin, avoiding the soft and wrinkled pink tissue in the middle. Shawny’s body is rigid again, anticipating, and her breathing is deep and fast. Then I move to the center and part the soft tissue by sliding my tongue through. Shawny’s loud intake of air tells me all I need to know — this is it!
Now I start exploring this area — short licks, probing here and there, gauging her reactions. It doesn’t take much time to find the really sensitive areas — it seems like she prefers me to avoid them, maybe just for now — but I can also tell she likes me to penetrate her with my tongue. When I start rubbing my tongue inside her, her hands suddenly move to my head to push me deeper, and the taste of Champaign becomes quickly replaced by a salty, spicy taste; not unpleasant at all.
I keep licking and sucking, feeling Shawny’s body move and wiggle, and then her knees spread and her hands let go of my head.
“Please, come!” she whispers, with a hoarse, croaked voice, pointing to the box of condoms.
Reluctantly, I do as I’m said. Actually, I was hoping I could lick her to an orgasm — hoping to find out what that would be like, maybe I could even make her squirt — but I don’t object, and wrap a new rubber over my resurrected pole.
Shawny is already lying on her back again, but this time I want her to be on top, so I lie, on my side, down next to her, and start stroking her body.
Perhaps it’s due to my previous licking, but she doesn’t seem too eager for more delays, and soon tries to pull me back on top of her. Instead, I kiss her, wrap my arm around her waist, and quickly turn on my back, pulling, in that same motion, Shawny on top of me.
Shawny yelps in surprise, but doesn’t resist, and hastily slides herself over my cock.
This time there is no need to start slowly — Shawny is open and slick, and without any problems, I am buried to the hilt. Being on top of me, she is in control, so I have no fear of hurting her, and I let her determine the rhythm and force.
Once she established her rhythm, Shawny bends over to kiss me, but that’s not what I have in mind. I want to feel those beautiful breasts of her — touch them and explore them — and I use my hands to keep her upper body away from me. So instead, she now pulls her knees under her body and raises herself, so her pelvis can grind and rock, while giving me unobstructed access to her upper body.
First softly and carefully, I start stroking and touching her breasts, but I witnessed her own relentless assault on them at the peak of our previous love-making, so I don’t wait long before I start getting harsher. ‘Pinching and rolling’ I know; pinching and rolling the nipples between my fingers; that should do the trick. And pulling them! Indeed, it quickens and deepens Shawny’s breathing, but after a while she pushes my hands away — enough!
She bends over, stretches her legs, and lies on top of me. First, she tries to support her upper body on her arms, but I push them away — I want to feel her whole body on top of me — and then one arm goes around my neck while the other hand starts stroking my cheek and my hair.
My hands move over her back, rubbing and kneading, and then they grab her ass. I love stroking those firm globes, pushing them, squeezing them, forcing myself deeper inside her. After a while, while one hand keeps stroking and rubbing, the other hand starts exploring her butt-crack.
My middle finger runs all the way until touching my own shaft, and then I pull it back, until it rests on her ass-hole. For a moment, I leave it there, but all too soon, Shawny pushes it away. That’s clear… So instead, I resume stroking and rubbing the rest of her body.
It feels good — I can go on for hours like this, and I wouldn’t mind, but after a while, Shawny strongly clings on to my body, and then drops herself aside, clearly intended to force me back on top.
I bring myself back on top, and take over the motions, while Shawny’s hands move to my lower back and ass.
Initially, I take a slow and steady pace, but soon Shawny hisses “Harder!”
I comply — I put a little more force in my pushing, and I can feel my body colliding with hers.
Shawny’s hands move to my hips, they pull me, and again she groans “Harder! Please do it harder!”
I almost pull out completely, and then I ram myself back with more force than before; I see Shawny’s body shake from the impact; her breast shudder. Her eyes are closed tight shut, while a moan escapes her mouth. “Oooaaahhhh! Yeah, that’s it!! Please, more!! Keep going!! Faster!!”
Again, I almost pull myself out, and push back as hard as I can; the impact of our colliding bodies can clearly be heard. Shawny groans, “Faster, please!!!”
I try to comply — by now I know how far I can pull out, and I start a rhythm which I slowly increase, making Shawny’s body shudder and shake. “Is that what you want?” I look in her face; she opens her eyes, but doesn’t answer. Instead, a long howl leaves her mouth. So, on the next impact, I repeat, “Is this what you want; is this how you like it?!”
Now, Shawny reacts. “Yes, yes! This is it; I like it; I like it. Oww, yes; I like it!!!”
While my hips thrust, my breath starts following the rhythm, huffing with the blows of our bodies. I feel sweat dripping from my back.
Shawny’s hands let go of my hips, and rub her face and neck instead. Then they find her breasts again; mauling them. She lets out long moans, varying in strength and pitch with the shaking of her body; only interrupted by quick intakes of air. Her whole body wiggles and twists under me — not trying to evade my pounding, but aiming to strengthen it; to get the best of it.
I, however, won’t take much longer, and I let her know, groaning I’m getting close.
She encourages me, crying: “Bring it on — let it go! I’m ready for it!!” and on that cue, I stop holding back and once more I feel the pulses running through my shaft. I’m surprised there is that much left, so close after the previous times. I think Shawny hit another high with me, so I keep pushing it until Shawny also slows down.
I give a final kiss, roll off, quickly dispose of the condom and clean up a bit — it’s really watery now… While Shawny is in the bathroom, I search the carryall bag and find a toothbrush and paste, and when she is ready, I follow to brush my teeth, drink some water and pee.
I put the glasses and almost empty bottle out of the way, turn off the lights, and get back to bed. There, I curl up behind Shawny, snuggle, wrap one arm over her waist, my nose in her hair, and take a deep breath. I kiss her neck. Shawny yawns. “Night-night!”
“Sleep well, honey! I’ve had the best day of my life. Thank you so much!”
Soon, I hear her breathing steady — a soft snore — and I promise myself to thank her for everything she has done for me. Finally there is purpose in my life; I will thank her and worship her every day, forever…