Anything for an A

"Do you mean it?" She asked. She was incredibly smart, bookish and shy. Not that she was unattractive, far from it, but whatever IT was, she didn't have it. She didn't glide or stride or strut into a room. She minced. Meekly. She lived in the corner, usually in her own little world of books and learning. Josh was likely the first person she had made eye contact with in the last two weeks.

Josh held her eyes and grinned. "Of course. It would be a pleasure. For both of us." He had been joking. At least about the sex. He had been hoping to get her to laugh a little and loosen up.

He was popular. The Actor, still a freshman and landing leading roles in the University's plays and musicals. The Singer, he did lead vocals for two college bands and found time to sing in the best choir on campus. He was a double major in theatre and music and a scholarship student to boot. He was failing history.

It wasn't that Josh couldn't do the work, it was a 100 level survey class, easy as pie. Of course he could do the work, but he hadn't. It was a classic case of overcommitment and now his only chance to save his scholarship was with an A on his term paper, a paper he didn't have time to write.

That's when he turned to the smartest girl he knew. He had sat at her table at lunch simply by asking, "Is this seat taken?" And flashing her an amazing smile. He tried to make small talk but she wasn't very forthcoming so Josh cut to the chase and explained the situation. He needed an A paper. Not some internet knock-off but a genuine, original A. It was the only way to keep his scholarship and he would do anything. He didn't have any money, but he promised to do any chore, her laundry for a week anything. When she didn't respond right away he had said, "Anything. You name it. Hell, I'd even be your sex slave for a weekend. I mean, I really need this A."

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OOC

The premise is fairly spelled out, one weekend as a sex slave for an A paper. Well, sex slave may be too strong a term. For the weekend the girl, your character, gets to explore her sexual fantasies, things she's dreamed of but never dared to try. Josh is indebted to her so anything she wants to do he is obligated to try. I see her as being very well read on erotica and sexual activities with little to no experience and an eagerness to explore in a safe, worry and judgement free, environment.

If you're interested PM me your first post and some of the things she wants to try.

I'm looking for a lengthy writer who is literate I post once a week or so, work permitting. I'm not into anal, scat, sexual violence or bdsm. Light bondage is fun. Oral is a must and cumplay is great.

Thanks for your intrest, I'm looking forward to hearing from you.

“Is this some kind of practical joke?” Nora held his gaze but still didn’t smile. “An improv exercise?” She glanced around the room looking for the group of guys who had to be waiting to have a good laugh at her expense.

He shook his head. “I really need the A.”

He needed the A. This was crazy. Part of her, the sane part, wanted to just get up and walk away. But the lonely, lustful part wouldn’t let her. This guy was attractive, confident, outgoing—the stuff her fantasies were made of—and he was offering to fulfill those very fantasies for a weekend.

She looked at his hands. They were big and strong with long fingers. What would they feel like on her skin, on her breasts, between her legs… She cleared her throat and shifted in her chair before focusing on his face again.

“Anything you want,” he said again. “Please.”

Anything she wanted… She wanted real, hot flesh and blood in bed with her. She wanted orgasms she didn’t have to give herself. She wanted to be licked all over. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a man touch her clit with his tongue. She wanted to explore a man’s body…

Her face was hot. She slid her hands in her lap to keep from fanning herself. She had to make up her mind. Oh, who was she kidding? She’d already made up her mind. She was crazy, and she’d probably regret this, but for once, she was going to throw caution to the wind and do something wild.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” She ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook and scribbled her address, email, and phone number on it. Her hand shook as she pushed it across the table to him. She couldn’t look at him and she had to get out of here before she came to her senses and changed her mind. “E-mail me the guidelines for the paper and be at my apartment Friday night at eight.”

She grabbed her bag and fled.

Josh blinked and Nora was gone, leaving hhim with nothing but a piece of paper. Had she really wanted him to come to her place and fuck her? Nah, she probably just wanted himm to install an AC unit or a dishwasher or something. She was just giving Josh a taste of his own medicine. Yeah, that had to be it. Still, if she wanted to play...

When Josh got back to his dorm he got out the scrap of paper Nora gave him and copied the info about the paper into an email for Nora. It was just a 12 pager, but Josh didn't have the time to do the research. At the end of the email Josh added this line:

Looking forward to fulfilling your fantasies Friday. Any special instructions for me? I want to see you in your sexiest outfit. -Josh

He fired off the email and had to book it to his first rehearsal of the night. First the band, then the play, then the other band and he still had homework to do tonight. Despite how busy he was that nigt he just couldn't get the image of Nora blushing out of his head.

She couldn't be serious could she?

Nora stared at her computer screen and tried to stave off the blind panic that threatened to consume her. What had she done? Special instructions? Oh, God… What had she done?

She sucked in a deep breath, told herself to calm down, and dealt with this uncomfortable situation the same way she dealt with most other uncomfortable situations. She buried herself in books and studying. In Josh’s history paper to be exact.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take her nearly long enough. She had twelve double spaced, precisely cited and footnoted pages finished and stapled by midnight Wednesday. So she was back to her uncomfortable situation. And back to staring at Josh’s e-mail on her computer. She hadn’t replied to his message. She knew she should, at least if she expected him to actually show. And she did want that, she thought.

He wanted to see her in her sexiest outfit. Her clothes weren’t sexy. She didn’t own a skirt shorter than two inches above her knees and all her tops were conservative and loose. But she did have sexy underwear.

She wandered into her bedroom and opened her dresser drawers. They were overflowing with lace, satin, and silk. She had every color from neutral black and white to flashy reds and purples to animal prints. She spent an insane amount of her tutoring money on orders to Victoria’s Secret. Semi-annual sale time was better than Christmas for her.

Every day, under her conservative pencil skirts and plain jane business-like blouses, she wore something that made her feel sexy—push up bras, thong panties, sometimes even a garter belt with silk thigh highs. She had sexy sleepwear too, although she actually preferred to sleep naked, her bare skin against the high thread count sheets her mother had given her for her birthday. She rummaged through a drawer until she found the perfect thing—a black nightie with a built in push up bra that wrapped her creamy curves in dark lace and gave her deep cleavage. The lace agitated her nipples just enough to keep them erect. Sheer, delicate black fabric made up the bodice and it draped her abdomen and belly, the hem falling just to the curve of her ass. She had a matching black lace bikini panty. She’d never worn this except to try it on in front of the mirror. She’d imagined wearing it for a lover, a boyfriend…

Josh wasn’t her lover or her boyfriend. She was bartering with him for sex… But whatever, she was going to wear it anyway. He’d probably be shocked. She doubted he knew anything about her except that she was the quiet, shy girl who got all A’s. That’s all anybody knew about her. Well, she’d show him he was wrong. She could be sexy, and she could be in control of this situation.

She went back the computer and wrote her reply: Plan to stay here all weekend. I’d tell you to pack a bag, but you won’t need clothes. You can see me in my sexiest outfit, but I want to see you naked. Be ready for anything and don’t be late. –Nora

She deleted and retyped it six times. Finally she sent it. Then the ‘oh, god, what have I done?’ cycle started again. She ignored it by getting out her advanced physics textbook and working ahead. She could probably get through the next four chapters and do a few extra experiments in the lab before eight o’clock on Friday.

"All weekend?" Josh stared at his computer screen. "If I had a weekend to flitter away I could have written the paper myself. I'll have to tell her that I can do a weekend after the quad is over, hell all of reading week, but for now Friday night is all I can spare but other then that I'm fucked."

It took a second but Josh chuckled. "Literally fucked. Heh, heh. I must be the only red-blooded American boy who can't make time for a weekend of lustful exuberance."

He read over Nora's reply. She wanted to see him naked and he was to be ready for anything. It was hard to imagine the mousy, painfully shy Nora even typing something like that, let alone her having a sexy outfit. What was it, a pants suit?

Josh chuckled to himself. "Heh, its always the quiet ones." He paused. There was alot of truth in that statement. He'd never been with a quiet woman. Part of the reason he was so dismissive of her promise was that wild women had said the same thing a time or two and it had ended up being alot less then promised. He had to wonder if Nora would live up to her claim.

Actually, no. He hadn't wondered if Nora would live up to her claim. His first reaction wasn't doubt, it had been to the absurdity of her request for the entire weekend. It wasn't until he tried to rectify the cacophony of the image of a mild child like Nora...

"No, cacophony is a musical term. I must mean dissonance. Cognitive dissonance or just dissonance?" Josh blinked. "And rectify? That's not the right word, it's, ah, it's... Resolve? No. Re-, re-, reconcile? Maybe. I don't know."

Josh shook his head. "The point, Dumbass, is you didn't doubt Nora. Maybe she really is some kind of wild, sex-crazed, nymphomaniac who wants to make you her new sex toy and wear your cock down to a nub from overuse." Josh snorted. "Not a pleasant image, but what a way to go. He, he, heh."

Josh took a moment to think about his response. Eventually he typed:

I have rehearsals all day Saturday and Sunday. But I'll be on your doorstep on Friday at eight wearing only an overcoat and shoes. If, and only if, you make Friday night worth it, then I'll cancel Saturday and devote it to you. If Saturday is worthwhile then we'll fuck like bunnies on Sunday too. Otherwise I'll just have to find alternate means of paying you back through the next two weeks of the quad, maybe I could finger you in the cafeteria or bang you up against the wall of the top floor of the 'Stack' in the library or just eat you out in my dorm room while my roommate is in class or something. If you've never had a squirting orgasm I'd be delighted to help you have one. Or whatever your fantasy is. At least until reading week when I'll have the time to play your body like a stradivarius to produce a symphony of orgasms. -Josh

Josh read it over and changed it twice. He shouldn't send it. He should go back and reword it. He was going way over the line with a girl like Nora. Some of the actresses he knew would let him get away with that, hell, they were dirtier then he was, but a girl like Nora would just freak.

Or cream.

"Fuck it." He hit send.

Nora avoided her e-mail all day Thursday while she buried herself in physics. Thoughts of the upcoming weekend with Josh kept interrupting, but she ignored them until she just couldn’t stand it anymore and had to find out if he’d written her back. She sat down in front of her computer around 10 pm with a bottled water and a granola bar and opened her e-mail.

When she read his reply, she spilled the water in her lap, dousing her shirt and pants, and dropped the granola bar on the floor. What the hell? Banging in the library? Squirting orgasms?

She stripped off her wet clothes and sat down again in just her underwear—a leopard print push up bra and matching bikini panties studded with tiny rhinestones around the waistband. She must have read his reply wrong.

But she hadn’t. She rubbed her hand against the bare skin of her belly. She felt…weird. Kind of insulted. Kind of mad. Kind of turned on. Her absolute favorite erotic story of all time involved a graduate student and a library worker. She had boxes of erotic novels under her bed, but she kept the book with that story in it tucked under her mattress for easy access. The guy took the girl upstairs, to a quiet, seldom used corner of the library, told her to brace herself against the bookshelves, pulled off her panties, pushed up her skirt and licked her between her legs until she came. Then he took of her shirt and bra, laid her out on one of the polished wooden study tables, stood at the end between her legs, and fucked her so hard her breasts bounced violently and she had to grip the edge of the table and hold on… Oh god, she loved that story. Just thinking about it made her wet and achy.

But… But… Squirting orgasms? She’d read about that, but she wasn’t sure it was even real. And what was this about not staying all weekend. Hadn’t he said he’d be her sex slave for a weekend. A weekend was a weekend—two days, forty-eight hours. That was the trade off for the paper. Twelve pages equaled forty-eight hours. That was four hours a page. And now he was saying he’d only stay if she made it worth his while?

Maybe he didn’t understand the meaning of slave. Or maybe he thought she was so pathetic that she’d just give him the paper for showing up. Or maybe he thought she was so pathetic that he couldn’t stand being around her for two whole days. That thought pissed her off.

“No weekend, no paper.” She pulled the paper up on her computer, printed off one extra copy, e-mailed it to her junk mail account and deleted the original document from her hard drive. Then she got up and locked the printed papers in the fire safe she kept in her bedroom closet. “Maybe you’ll get it, maybe you won’t. Maybe it depends on if you make Friday worth my while.”

She paused in front of the bedroom mirror and tried to see herself as Josh must see her, or as Josh would see her tomorrow night when she opened the door in her underwear. She was thin, fine boned, but not sickly skinny. Her breasts were nice. She liked her pale, creamy skin and her c-cups with their brownish pink nipples. She didn’t have much of an ass, but her legs were okay, slender and shapely. Her face was average she guessed. She didn’t wear much makeup, just some base to try and cover the freckles sprinkled on the bridge of her nose. Her hair was paper sack brown, but it was shiny and healthy and long. She always wore it pulled back and fastened with a barrette at the back of her neck. That wasn’t very sexy.

She didn’t know what Josh thought of her, and she sure didn’t know what he was thinking when he sent that e-mail. Was he trying to scare her? Trying to turn her on? He kind of had, but he’d freaked her out too. And maybe that was his point—let the nerdy, mousy girl know that she’d gotten in over her head with him and imply that she wasn’t worth his whole weekend. Wasn’t worth it…

Well, when he rang her doorbell he was going to be surprised. She’d at least look like she was worth it.

She went to her computer and googled for sexy hairstyles and make-up application techniques. She started making a shopping list. She got out of class at 2 pm tomorrow. That gave her six hours to get a mani-pedi with red nailpolish, visit the cosmetics counter at a department store to make some major purchases, and style her hair into a tumbled mass of sexy waves just like the girl staring back at her from the computer screen had. She’d buy a pair of black spiky heels to wear with her black nightie too, the kind that pinched the hell out of your toes but that made guys think dirty thoughts.

Her mother would faint if she knew Nora was about to buy non-conservative shoes. But then…her mother would keel over dead if she knew Nora was trading a history paper for sex, so she’d just keep her mother out of it.

This was about proving a point when she opened her door tomorrow. When Josh saw her, he’d damn well know she was worth it.

The guys in the band had understood when he told them he may have to miss rehearsal this weekend. They weren't ecstatic, but they had papers and work they needed to catch up on. It had been his director that read him the riot act. Josh tried to explain that if he didn't get the paper he'd lose his scholarship and he wouldn't be back next semester. The prick hadn't cared, he just yelled at Josh in front of the entire cast about responsibility and how everyone was depending on him. Josh tried to explain that if he got the paper early he might still make rehearsal, but the director already had a full head of steam and it just kept building, the director getting louder and louder. It was when the director had called him a "fucking irresponsible, fucking punk" that Josh snapped.

"Irresponsible? I've had my lines down since the first week of production. Fuck, I've had the entire play memorized and every song perfect! Irresponsible? I've been here everyday running lines, doing blocking, running improv sessions and warm-ups! Irresponsible? I am the fucking foundation of this play! I've given up sleep, parties and some hot-fucking-dates for this play, and now, when my grades I've been sacrificing are on the line you call be irresponsible. Well my scholarship, my degree is my future. This is just an extra-fucking-curricular. I guess the responsible thing to do is quit the play and write the fucking paper!"

Josh tossed his script at the director and stormed out in silence. Someone had blown-up and stormed out once a week since production started. It was Josh who would go out, calm them down and bring them back, Josh who had been the glue holding everything together.

Josh slammed the wing doors open and kept on walking. What the fuck? He'd sacrificed everything for this play, now he needed a weekend and they gave him a ration of shit. "What an asshole."

His phone rang. When he saw it was someone from the cast he almost chucked the thing. But he couldn't afford another cell. Instead he furiously depressed the power button until the thing shut off and shoved the phone back in his pocket. It wasn't very satisfying.

Eventually he found himself infront of Nora's apartment. He hadn't planned on coming here, but in his wanderings here he was. Josh glared at the door. It was all her fault. He'd made it perfectly clear he didn't have any time right now, that was the whole point of the deal, and she wanted him to give up a weekend? He hadn't even been serious about the sex. Hopeful, maybe, but serious? He'd just picked the right lunatic.

His feet started moving before he'd even thought about it and Josh was knocking on the door wondering what the hell he was going to say. He wasn't mad at Nora, not really, he was pissed at the director for being such a humongous prick. No, that's not really true. Ok, it was true, he was pissed at the director for being a humongous prick, but the fuel that was driving his fire was that he was really mad at himself for getting in this fix in the first place. Josh just didn't want to admit it.

When she opened the door Josh grinned at Nora. He didn't know what to say so he just opened his mouth and let his improvisation skills take over. It was just another game of stop and freeze.

"Hey, I found some time. I know I'm a day early but do you want a down payment?"

Nora pulled her white terry cloth robe tighter around her and shifted her bare feet. She’d been sitting at her computer, planning how she was going to transform herself into someone pretty and sexy before Josh knocked on her door tomorrow.

But he’d knocked on her door tonight. And she wasn’t pretty and sexy. She was in her enormous bath robe. She didn’t have on any makeup at all. Her hair was pulled back like always.

None of this was going the way she planned. She didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to do. Raw panic kept her frozen in place.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

She stepped back and let him in. Her hand trembled when she closed the door. She cleared her throat and said, “I didn’t… ummm… I wasn’t… ummm.” She couldn’t breathe. What did it feel like to hyperventilate? Probably kind of like this. Oh, god… “Just a minute. Just… give me a minute, okay?” She started backing down the hallway. “Just… stay right there.”

She darted into her bedroom, closed the door and flapped her hands in panic. She wasn’t a panicker. She liked order. She liked structure. She liked calm. She always had a plan. She had a plan for tomorrow. “Okay, calm down,” she whispered. “You can do this. Make a new plan. Make a good plan, because now he doesn’t just think you’re a nerd, he thinks you’re crazy too.”

Work fast. Sexy outfit. She shed the robe and put on the black nightie and matching panties. Sexy shoes. No. Everything she had would look ridiculous. Barefoot would have to do. Makeup. She put on a light dusting of powder, a little mascara, and some pale lip gloss. Hair. She unfastened her barrette and shook out her hair, trying to fluff it up with her hands and letting it tumble around her shoulders. She stood in front of the mirror. She still looked…like herself. She sighed.

“Act confident, act confident, act confident…” she softly chanted as she opened her bedroom door and peeked out to see if he was still waiting. He was right where she’d left him.

She stepped out and walked down the hall. Her legs felt like jelly, her heart was about to explode, and she was pretty sure her voice wobbled when she said, “I thought you were going to show up in nothing but a trench coat and shoes.”

Nora met him at the door wearing a robe. Josh wasn't sure what he'd expected, he was a day early. All he really wanted was to forget about life for awhile, and he was too young to drink, and couldn't afford it anyway. He relished the idea of getting into a fight and pounding away on some guy but in his heart he knew he'd feel just awful if he actually hurt someone. Nora represented sex. Meaningless, bought and paid for sex. She wasn't connected to the play or the band, she wasn't part of his life. Except for sex. If he could come here and just get lost in her arms maybe he'd be able to think straight later on.

She let him in and as Josh was fastening the door behind him he heard her start to stammer. What had happened to the sexually aggressive girl in the email? The emotionless girl who'd told him to be at her place, naked, Friday at eight?

“I didn’t… ummm… I wasn’t… ummm. Just a minute. Just… give me a minute, okay?”

Josh watched her backing down the hallway. “Just… stay right there.”

He let out a sigh as she closed the door. What was he even doing here? Nora was probaby all talk and her idea of wild sex would be having sex with the lights on. He was just pissed and needed to clear his head. She probably didn't even want him here. He should go. He'd just tell her when she came back out that he would go and apologize for intruding. She probably had a big test to study for or something.

Nora was building her future, not wasting it on the chance that maybe he'd make it as an actor or a singer some day. He could do all the wok she was doing. Josh had been his high school valedictorian, his entire senior year had been AP classes, except for drama and music. He could be a rocket scientist with a guaranteed job with Nasa or the Air Force or something making a decent salary. The average actor made less then the average McDonalds employee. When you factor in the multimillionaires in Hollywood, you began the see the grim future Josh was picking for himself. Was he stupid. Why would a smart girl like Nora even waste her time with a loser like him.

“I thought you were going to show up in nothing but a trench coat and shoes.”

Josh looked up. His jaw dropped and his eyebrows arched. She was breathtaking.

He recovered quickly by kicking off his shoes and stripping off his t-shirt. "That's tomorrow night." He undid his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, down his legs. When he stood erect his penis was pointing at her.

It was uncut, the foreskin covering the entire head of his half-hard cock. At full mast the foreskin would retract completely and his purple cockhead would stand tall like a proud warrior. Even semi-flacid it was above average size, and quite thick around, almost as thick as a Coke can.

"Tonight I need a good, long fuck," he said as he stepped out of his jeans and started toward her, "I need you Nora. Right now."

He closed the distance between them, grabbed her by the ribcage, one hand on either side, lifted and turned her, pinning her up against the wall with his body. His lips found hers like a heat-seaking missile finds a jet plane. He didn't ask her permission, he took her mouth, drinking in her deepest parts, his tongue infiltrating her mouth. His hands moved up, squeezing and kneeding her breasts through her teddy. His hands were large and firm, he ran his palms up over her nipples, slipping his hands back to grab the sides of her breasts as his thumbs played with her nipples. His right thigh pressed between her leg, spreading her open, catching her panties against it, pinning her to the wall. His thigh was a thick plane, rubbing against her open vulva, her thin panties the only thing keeping them from touching, pressing against her, then releasing and pressing against her, then releasing, over and over again. She could feel his firm leg against her semi-open lips and even if it was currently under its hood her clit would feel the motion rubbing up against it over and over.

It was a technique Josh had read about online, 'How to get a girl to cum with her clothes on.' It had worked in high school, thigh against the pussy and press. It may take ten minutes of making out, it may take an hour of serious making out, but she would eventually cum.

So far it had been right.

Josh wasn't thinking about that. He was focused on Nora's lips, her taste, the feel of her fantastic body pressed against her. For the moment his world started with her lips and ended with her thighs. Everything else disappeared. The play, the band, rehearsal, it was all gone.

He wanted her. He needed her. He was consumed by her as much as he was consuming her. Nora was all he knew or cared for, and she could feel his naked cock pressing against her belly, throbbing and growing. It was smushed between them, his heavy right testicle in her bellybutton, the left one pressing against her belly, the shaft running up her mid-section and his cockhead poking up against the bottom of her right breast.

“I thought you were going to show up in nothing but a trench coat and shoes.”

Josh stared at her with an expression of shock. His jaw actually dropped. But then he looked… appreciative? She didn’t say anything. It was taking everything she had just to stand there and not cover herself with her hands and run back to the bedroom. Forming words wasn’t an option.

His gaze, heavy-lidded now, moved over her, taking in her body. He seemed to like what he saw, and that surprised her, but it was a relief. A little of the tension gripping her body ebbed away and she let out a deep breath.

Then he started moving—stripping, actually. Now it was her turn to be shocked. This was so fast…

“That’s tomorrow night,” he said.

She didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. And it didn’t matter because now he was naked, completely naked… All skin and muscle… She couldn’t take her eyes off him. His pants were around his ankles and his penis thrust up into the air, pointing at her. It was big. So big. So thick.

Her stomach seized up and she bit her lip hard. This was bad. She’d made a huge mistake. In her e-mail to him she’d implied that she was experienced at this sort of thing.

She wasn’t.

She’d only had sex once. In high school. On prom night. With a guy she’d barely known. He hadn’t been nearly as big Josh. And it had hurt—bad. She’d had bruises on her thighs and butt and she’d been really sore for a while.

He hadn’t raped her. She’d let him kiss and touch her, and when he’d asked if he could ‘make love to her,’ she’d agreed because she hadn’t wanted to be the only virgin in her class anymore. But she hadn’t expected it to be so rough, and she’d just…endured it while he’d rammed in and out of her, until he finally collapsed on her and nearly crushed her with his weight. Then he’d said, “Damn, baby, that was so good.” She hadn’t known what was so good about it. And that guy’s penis had been small compared to the one in front of her now.

Josh’s cock wasn’t going to fit inside her.

She knew about sex. She liked to read about sex. She’d had orgasms that she’d given herself. It pretty much always hurt the first time—she knew that. She had a few dildos and vibrators that she’d ordered on the internet and kept well hidden lest her mother find them during one of her surprise visits. She could use those without pain—with a great deal of pleasure actually, but they weren’t as big as Josh either.

She knew a lot of women liked huge cocks, she’d read about how great it felt in her erotic novels, and she’d seen internet pictures of women in ecstasy when they were filled with very big penises…and other things, but she obviously wasn’t built like those women, somehow she must be different on the inside.

She felt dizzy. She was going to have to stop this. Visions of that horrible prom night were flooding her mind.

"Tonight I need a good, long fuck," Josh said as he stepped out of his jeans and started toward her, "I need you, Nora. Right now."

She had to tell him. She had to tell him to stop. But then he swept her up, spun her around so her back was to the wall, and pressed his mouth to hers. Her feet weren’t even touching the floor. She gripped his shoulders and held on, opened her mouth to tell him to slow down, but his tongue thrust inside.

The smell and taste of him flooded her. Spicy, the faintest hint of a sandalwood cologne…heady and sexy. She breathed in deep through her nose. His tongue was hot in her mouth but he tasted slightly minty, like he’d eaten a tic tack, and he was licking the inside of her mouth, rubbing against her tongue. Tentatively, she licked back.

He groaned into her mouth and a slow heat began to spread through her. She slid her tongue against his and they found a wet, sucking rhythm. Her fingers crept up the back of his neck and tangled in his hair, keeping him close. That last thing she wanted now was for him to stop.

His hands found her aching breasts and she moaned as he squeezed them. She felt a hot tug inside her, between her legs, every time he tweaked her nipples. She’d never had that sensation from touching her own breasts. It was new, and hot, and she was growing wetter by the second. She wanted more, she wanted out of this teddy so he could touch bare skin… That would feel so good.

Her fingernails dug into his scalp and shoulder when his thigh wedged between her legs. His leg rubbed her with a rhythm that matched his tongue’s invasion of her mouth. With every movement of his thigh more heat coiled up through her body from low in her belly. Colors were swirling behind her closed eyelids and her fingers moved frantically over his skin.

He was making her crazy, woozy with the need for release. She was so hot, burning up from the inside. With a great effort, she tore her mouth from his and buried her face against the side of his neck. She licked his skin, unable to resist a taste.

“Josh,” she breathed.

He didn’t acknowledge her. She wasn’t sure he could even hear her. His blood was probably roaring in his ears just as hers was. And god knew it was hard for her to do anything but give in to the hot waves rolling through her and grid down harder against his leg, but she had to say something.

His steel hard cock was smashed tight against her belly, even bigger than before. She could feel it grazing her breast. And even though this was probably going to ruin everything, she had to let him know that she wasn’t as proficient at this as she’d claimed. She needed to let him know that he wouldn’t fit before he tried to push inside her, before he hurt her.

“Josh, I need…”

“I know,” he said into her ear and pushed a little harder with his thigh.

“Ohhhh…” Sparks jolted through her. “Ohhh…ohhh…ohhh…” She was spinning out of control. “Promise me you won’t stop,” she gasped. “Promise me you won’t leave.”

“I’m not stopping, not going anywhere.” He sucked her earlobe and tugged on her nipples.

She clung to him, breathing hard, fighting to think. “I have to tell you something. I’ve only had sex one time—a couple years ago. And I want to do this with you, but I don’t think we can. You’re too big, Josh. It won’t fit.” The words spilled out in a rush.

He leaned back from her, and when he did, his thigh rubbed across her clit in a long, hard stroke. It caught her off guard and sent her spinning into orgasm. With a tiny scream, she collapsed against him, limp and trembling as the ripples of pleasure slowly subsided.

“I have to tell you something. I’ve only had sex one time—a couple years ago. And I want to do this with you, but I don’t think we can. You’re too big, Josh. It won’t fit.” The words spilled out in a rush.

Josh started leaning in for a kiss, slowed, stopped, pulled back and looked at Nora. His hands slowed slightly on her breasts, his hips still rocking, the feel of her skin and teddy against his hard cock driving him mad. Nora screamed and collapsed on him, her body shuddering involuntarily against him. Josh slowed to a stop, in a moment the only part of him still moving was his cock throbbing against Nora's breast as her trembling form came to a stop. Josh stood there, holding her upright until she recovered.

When Nora began to move Josh took her body by the shoulders and pressed her up against the wall. He held her against the wall for a moment. Josh shook his head and grinned.

"Stay."

He leaned in and kissed Nora on the collarbone. Then down, kissing a trail between her breasts, slowing to nuzzle that sesitive area with a series of kisses. He moved over and took one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling gently, letting her feel the length of his tongue lapping at her nipple.

"Gotta be fair." Josh moved over to her other nipple and did the same, suckling and lapping at it.

After a few minutes of ministrating to her nipples Josh moved down to her belly button, kissing it gently, nuzzling his nose against it. He looked up at Nora and grinned.

Josh knelt down in front of Nora. He leaned in to her crotch and held his face close, taking a moment to let her scent waft in.

"Mmmmm." Josh bent his head to the task at hand, put out his tongue as far down his chin as it would go and began to lap Nora's pussy through her panties. He put his hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs a bit, giving him better access. His tongue working over her holds, her wetness and his saliva keeping her panties clinging to her sex. Several long slow tongue strokes and Nora's clitoris was staring Josh in the face.

"There you are. We've been waiting for you," he whispered. Then he attacked. Josh'd lips encircled Nora's clit, sucking on her gently through her panties, letting the contrast of the fabric and the softness of his tongue work on Nora's most sensitive spot for a bit before he flicked his tongue over her. He flicked her a few times and then pressed down on her clit, applying constant pressure with his soft, wet, bumpy tongue.

Josh's hands let go of her thigh and moved to her sex. He pushed her panties to the side and spread her lips with his left forefinger and thumb. He was still gently suckling her clit as his right forefinger pressed into her innermost folds. Josh moved the first knuckle in and out of her gently, gauging her reaction.

In and out, in and out, lick, slurp, lick, slurp, over and over.

When he thought she was ready Josh pressed his finger deeper inside her, pressing it in gently but firmly until he had all three knuckles inside her. Josh pulled off Nora's clit and put his tongue back along the length of his chin. He leaned in and started lapping, letting her clitoris feel the length of his tongue. With each nod of his head she felt every inch of his soft, bumpy, wet surface encompasing and teasing her sensitive nub. As he did this he pulled the finger all the way out of her and pushed in his forefinger and his middle finger against her slit, moving it all inside of her quickly then pulling the fingers all the way out except their tips and then shoved them back in, starting to finger fuck her with a passion.

Soon she would be begging for his cock. If he couldn't get her ready enough, well, they'd have to find some lube. Vasoline, or KY or astroglide or something.

There was a glimmer in the back of his mind, a flash about Nora and her needs, but he let it flicker away as he drank in her scent and got lost in the moment. He needed to be lost in the moment, to be swept away from the rest of his life, he needed release.

And he was going to get it, one way or another.

“Stay.”

Nora leaned against the wall, trying to regain her senses. She’d just had an orgasm. With Josh. It was the first time that had happened with another person. And now he was moving down her body… His hands, his mouth, hot against her skin. Her knees still felt weak.

She shifted restlessly as he sucked her nipples. How many times had she fantasized about how this would feel? And reality was so much better…

Lower still. She watched him, watched his tongue tease her body. He was so intent, so focused—on her. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention, but she could get used to this. Then he looked up and met her gaze with a sexy, sultry look. He looked like he wanted to eat her up. And she wanted him to. He grinned at her and moved his face directly in front of her crotch.

Her breath caught. She knew what he was going to do, and desire throbbed deep and low in her core. She had to touch him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trailed over the strong muscles of his neck and shoulders. All while he teased her with his tongue.

She moaned and her hips moved of their own volition as his fingers slipped inside her, in and out. The panties were in the way. She wanted to feel more of him, all of him.

“I want them off.” She shoved the black fabric over her hips and he slid them down without missing a beat. One second the barrier of her panties was between her clit and his tongue. The next it was gone. And the intensity of the sensation skyrocketed. Hot and moist and slick but textured. He probed her clit, nudging it with the tip of his tongue. Then wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked.

She thrashed her head against the wall, whimpering every time his fingers thrust into her. It didn’t hurt. She didn’t know how many fingers he was using but she knew he was using more than one…filling her… It wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

Her body tingled, tiny shocks darting through her limbs from her center. From her clit. From Josh’s tongue and lips. Her knees were weak.

“Josh…Oh, God…” She pulled him closer, tugging on his hair and pressing his face against her. She held him there for a second, then felt herself begin to slide. “I can’t… I can’t stand up anymore.”

He had to stop licking her as she sank to the floor in front of him, but he didn’t stop fingering her. He nudged her shoulder and she sprawled on the floor, her legs spread for his hand. With a shift of his wrist, his thumb replaced his tongue on her clit and she was at his mercy again.

She pressed her palm to his cheek, ran her fingertip over his lower lip and chin, glistening and wet with her juices. He met her gaze and caught her finger with his teeth, sucking it inside his mouth and laving it with his tongue. All while his fingers moved inside her.

She was going to come again. She could feel it, the tension, the tingling, the almost-weightless, almost-like-falling sensation that curled through her.

“Kiss me,” she gasped.

He didn’t hesitate. Leaning down he took her lips with his. His wet face pressed to hers, smearing her juices on her skin. She could taste herself, mixed with the taste of Josh. The taste and the smell of him--of them--combined with his thumb moving in circles on her clit was too much. Her hips bucked and she locked her arms around his neck and sucked his tongue in her mouth as hot waves of sweet pleasure pounded through her.

Fingers and thumb moved at full speed through the orgasm until Nora released his neck from her deathgrip. His thumb came off the over sensitive bud immediately while the two fingers inside her slowed down until they were just wriggling around inside her.

Looking for her G-spot.

Josh broke the kiss and smiled at the girl under him. He needed a good fuck, his cock was killing him, but he forced that out of his mind for the moment. At some point he'd re-evaluated how Friday night would go down. She was almost literally putty in his hands right now, which meant she wouldn't be in charge this weekend, he would. Which was fine, but a little disappointing. After all, how exotic could her fantasies be if she's as new to this as she claimed?

"You're beautiful," he whispered as he bent his head to kiss her on the nose. It was true. Josh kissed her lips again, trying to figure out how he wanted to approach the subject of getting his cock in her pussy. Heh, maybe he shouldn't ask, maybe he should just mount up and ram it in. He moaned at the idea, his tongue entwined with hers, his fingers plumbing her depths, searching for her hidden treasure. No, that was a bad idea. He needed to warn her that it would hurt at first, but they'd go slow until she was ready. Damn it, he'd come over here for a good hard fucking and-

His fingers found her G-spot and Nora reacted. Josh broke the kiss and bent down to kiss her forehead.

"Did you like that?" Before she could answer he tapped her again. His thumb pressed down on her clit and started to grind on it in circles. His forefinger started to tap out the rythem to the song "Iron Man" on her G-spot, grinding up in circles on the long notes.

Dah, dah, daah. Dah, dah, da-daah. Dah, dah daaah, daah, daah.

"Someone's going to cum three times tonight, three times tonight, three times tonight," Josh said in a sing-song voice, choosing his deep baritone. At this range she would be able to feel the soundwaves of his voice. He repeated the rhyme as he shifted his position, still rubbing her G-spot and clitoris to a diferent tune, ending up so he was mouth level to a nipple. "And she's got great tits." He bent his head to the task and began to devour the nipple, licking it, then sucking it and gently raking his teeth across it. Josh looked up at Nora and caught her eye.

"Mmmmm, tasty."

"You're beautiful," he whispered as he bent his head to kiss her on the nose.

Something inside her melted. It was so simple, not an earth shattering compliment or anything. Most girls probably heard it all the time. But she didn’t. He’d been so sweet to her—he’d rocked her world, making her feel amazing things, making her come twice already. He knew she wasn’t experienced and he seemed okay with it. He was…amazing.

It was next to impossible, but she tried to think while his tongue stroked hers and his fingers probed inside her. She tried to remember exactly how big her Faux Phallus was—stupid name, but it wasn’t like she worked in their marketing department. It was supposed to be realistic with a skin like feel and textured balls all mounted on a suction cup.

She hadn’t used it much because it had an off-putting plasticy smell, but she’d been able to take it. And it was thick. Maybe not quite as thick as Josh, but it was making her rethink the idea that he’d cause her terrible pain. How could anybody who was making her feel this good hurt her? She’d tell him they could try. They could see if he’d fit.

She sucked in a sharp breath and her back arched. What was he doing? He stopped kissing her and left her gasping. She dug her fingernails into the carpet.

"Did you like that?" he asked, his fingers tapping inside her.

She couldn’t answer him. He’d found a spot inside her that literally rendered her immobile. All her movements were involuntary. It felt…exquisite. She’d read about this—about her g-spot. She’d tried to find it herself, even had a curved vibrator that was supposed to stimulate it, but it hadn’t done this to her.

He started singing, moving his fingers to the rhythm. His deep voice rumbled, so sexy. She hadn’t known he could sound like that. There was so much about him she didn’t know, but she wanted to know now.

"Someone's going to cum three times tonight…”

She was so wet. She could feel it, hear it. Even through his singing, she could hear the squish of her juices every time he moved his fingers. It was primal and raw and it made her wild with need. She tightened her vaginal muscles around his fingers as he tapped her, and every time she relaxed, she felt a slight liquid rush. She had to be flooding his hand. She didn’t care. It felt good.

"And she's got great tits."

His mouth on her nipple elicited a guttural moan, and when he raked it with his teeth, her hips came off the floor. She was going to come again. Her toes were curling.

Josh met her gaze, watching her face as he did these wonderful things to her. He had such pretty eyes. And he thought she was beautiful.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had spiked through her.

She didn’t know how long it took her to come back to reality. Still breathing hard, she opened her eyes to find Josh staring down at her. Josh with the pretty eyes and the sexy voice. Josh who thought she was beautiful.

He placed his hand on her breast and her whole body jerked at the contact, a tiny aftershock from the orgasm. He touched her belly and it happened again. She felt so sensitive, all over. And so sated, tired even. It took an effort just to raise her head, but she did it.

It wasn’t fair. He’d been doing all the work tonight, making her come three times.

She sat up and reached for his cock, carefully wrapping her fingers around his hard length. It was so hot against the skin of her hand. Looking up at him, she said, “We can try to fit you inside me."

She tightened her grip and tentatively moved her hand, sliding up and down. "I want you to come too, to feel as good as you made me feel."

She looked at his cock in her hand and started to explore it, tracing the veins with her fingers, lightly cupping his balls, gently rubbing the head. "Where’s your condom?” she asked.

Josh eased up on her clit again when Nora started to orgasm, but he kept his fingers working inside her and he couldn't stop himself from enjoying her breasts until long after her body was still. When Nora finally slowed to a halt Josh pushed himself up, off of her to gaze down at her. She was beautiful. He pulled his hand away from her sex. His fingers were drenched. Glancing between her legs there was a pool of her very own creme. Josh grinned, sucking his fingers clean of the sweet nectar then absent-mindedly running the juice up over her stomach, tracing lines over her belly and breasts. Then he lay across her belly, propping himself up on his elbow so she was under his armpit but most of his weight was off her and gently played with her breasts until Nora awoke.

Nora stirred. Josh kept touching her, fondling and caressing her. She leaned herself up, their chests almost touching, and wrapped her hand around his shaft. Josh's entire body became as stiff as a board. She didn't do anything but stare into his eyes, which were starting to glaze over.

“We can try to fit you inside me."

Joshh didn't say anything, he just nodded as pleasure and suspense flooded his body. Nora a started masturbating him and Josh moaned and went limp, laying on her lap. Part of him wanted to dive into er pussy again, but he told himself it was his turn now, lay back and enjoy it.

"I want you to come too, to feel as good as you made me feel."

She looked at his cock in her hand and started to explore it, tracing the veins with her fingers, lightly cupping his balls, gently rubbing the head. "Where’s your condom?” she asked.

Josh stared blankly up at the ciling for a moent as her words penetrated his skull. Condom? He hadn't planned on having sex when he walked out of the auditorium. He didn't have a condom.

"Fuck!" Josh sat bolt upright on the floor, his body making an 'L' shape. He grabbed his hair with his head. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm a fucking idiot! What a perfect fucking ending to a perfect fucking day! Fuck!"

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Fuck." He said it calmer now, almost soothingly.

Josh turned and looked at Nora. He smiled at her, weakly. "You wouldn't happen to have a condom or sixty laying around do you? Because at this point," he paused and pointed at her hand on his engorged cock, "I don't think I can fit in my pants."

“Fuck!”

Nora froze and shrank back against the wall as Josh cursed some more and tried to pull his hair out. She hadn’t meant to make him mad, and now she didn’t know what to do. She just stared at him, wide eyed.

"You wouldn't happen to have a condom or sixty laying around do you? Because at this point," he paused and pointed at her hand on his engorged cock, "I don't think I can fit in my pants."

Oh, Jeez, she still had her hand on him. She jerked it back and clutched her hands together in her lap. Was he mad at her? Or just mad in general? His tone was sarcastic and she couldn’t tell.

Slowly, she shook her head. “I don’t have any,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I…” She closed her eyes. “I don’t have any,” she repeated, her voice stronger this time.

Why was it her job to provide them? She hadn’t even known he was coming over here tonight. And now he was mad at her because he was unprepared.

She kept her eyes screwed shut. It was easier to be assertive when she wasn’t looking at him. “I just… I don’t want to end up pregnant, okay? I really don’t think expecting you to have a condom is an unreasonable request, so don’t talk to me like this is my fault.”

Of course its not your fucking fault! Its my fucking fault! And I didn't come over here to become father-of-the-year, I just needed a good hard fuck!

If he'd been madder he would have said that. He was still tempted, but he was collected enough to know that yelling more wouldn't help. Josh sat there for a moment and stared at Nora with her eyes closed, shrunken up against the wall. Had he done that? He hadn't said anything to make her think it was her fault. The words 'I'm a fucking idiot' had definitely come out of his mouth. He'd taken blame.

Josh took a deep breat but checked his sigh. He let the breath out slow and then reachd over, easily lifting Nora by the shoulders and putting her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her and putting her head on his chest. His cock was pressed against her left ass cheek, but that couldn't be helped. Josh blew out the breath he was holding and kissed Nora on the forehead. He blinked as he realized she was still rather sopping when he felt her juices dribbling down his inner thighs. After a few moments of holding her in his arms Josh spoke, his voice that deep baritone but now a low whisper right above her ear.

"I'm not mad at you," he kissed her on the earlobe, "I'm mad at me. Except for you I've had a lousy day. So having the best part of my day ruined by my own incompetence got me alittle, well, alot, pissed off, ok?"

He sighed, holding her close Josh rubbed her back gently. It was time to apologize even though he hadn't done anything wrong. He spent his life dealing with tempramental actors and musicians, usually as the reconcilial voice of reason. He probably would be for the rest of his life if he made it big.

Josh chuckled. Heh, make it big. It was already big, that was the problem.

"I'm sorry I yelled. I didn't mean to ruin tonight. If you want, I can go."

She shook her head. “I don’t want you to go.”

Shifting on his lap, she wiggled around until she was facing him, straddling him actually and his cock jutted up between them. She reached behind her and unhooked the clasps on her nightie. Her breasts were spilling out of it anyway, and she’d be more comfortable naked. She tossed it on the floor and wrapped her hand around his shaft, pressing him against the soft skin of her stomach, leaning slightly to rub the head against her bare breasts, guiding the tip to touch her nipples.

It felt good, so different from anything she’d ever touched herself with. His penis was so hard, but wrapped in skin that was so soft. And he was so hot, he throbbed against her sensitive breasts and she began to ache between her legs again.

“Josh,” she whispered against his neck while she played with him with her fingers. “I don’t know what happened today. I don’t know why you showed up outside my door tonight. But I’m glad you did. I’m glad you… touched me like you did.”

“You ummmm…” she swallowed hard. “You ummmm…” Oh, god, she couldn’t believe she was saying these things out loud. “You made me… feel very, very good three times. And you weren’t inside me when that happened. So I can make you… feel like that… just by touching too.”

She stroked her hand up and down, gripping him firmly. With her other hand she cupped the back of his neck and let her fingers play in his hair. He was so tense, his muscles so tight.

She rubbed over the head of his cock with her thumb on each upstroke. Her lack of experience had to be showing. She wished she knew the best way to do this, but in all her erotica reading, she’d never stumbled across a step by step guide to hand jobs for dummies. But she knew the head and the underside of the shaft just below the head were supposed to be especially sensitive places, so she tried to give special attention there. And she knew the pressure was supposedly what made this feel so good for guys, she’d read that somewhere, so she kept her fingers wrapped tight as she rubbed up and down.

She licked the side of his neck, pressed wet kisses to his shoulders and collarbone. She wanted him to like this, to feel good, and she wished she knew if she was doing it right.

She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes. “If you can’t come inside me, then maybe you can come on me. If… If you’d like that.”

"Would you like that?" Josh reached across to Nora's face and brushed a stray hair back behind her ear. "Is that what you want? to have my cum splattered all over you, to be marked by my white, sticky love juice, to have it dripping off of your body?" His voice was deep and low, as if he were sharing a secret.

Nora's soft, wet kisses on his neck, her hand on his cock, working the head with her thumb, why Josh was almost over the edge right then, but something told him to hold on. Nora didn't break rythmn. For all her stuttering and blushing and incredibly cute innocence that just fueled Josh's hard-on and made him want to fuck her more, the girl didn't break rythmn. Her hand moved up and down the shaft. THe girl may not have alot of experience, but she knew what she was doing.

And rubbing her tits with his cock. He had almost exploded. He wanted to rub her entire body with his cock. Heh, some kind of American cock-body massage. But mostly he wanted his cockhead and balls all over her erogenous zones. Breasts, nipples, lips, and pussy. Maybe even slap her ass with his cock a few times per cheek. Why? Who the hell knew. From an unbiased, scientific stand point the female breast is almost entirely a sac of fat. But breasts were great. Fantastic. Fat sacs? Who the hell cares? Surround him with 'em, shove his face between them, and let the boy go to town.

Which is how she'd gotten his attention. Well no, straddling him had gotten his attention. Pulling out the girls meant he wasn't going to be looking at her face for awhile.

But he was looking at her face now. Josh's eyes held Nora's with dramatic intensity. There was something inside him that knew when to stress a moment, where the emotional peak of a scene was. It was part of what made him a great actor. In real life it heightened otherwise everyday moments like this. Did she want to be covered by his cum? Would she admit to it.

What Nora didn't know was that she only had thirty to forty seconds to answer before it was no longer relevant. Josh was doing what he could but this orgasm had been a long time coming and it was not going to be denied.

Nora continued to fondle him, running her hand up and down in steady strokes.

Josh was looking at her like he expected an answer. She gripped her bottom lip between her teeth. She did want it. She wanted exactly what he’d described, exactly the way he’d described it. She wanted to watch what happened when he came. If only she could see his face and his cock at the same time.

She wanted to feel his… love juice, as he’d put it, hit her skin. She wanted to… maybe taste it, definitely smell it and touch it.

His gaze was so sexy, so intent. He watched her like his world depended on her answer. And she liked that—it was… sweet and tender in the midst of something physical and raw.

“Yes,” she said softly. “Come on me—wherever and however you want.”

“Yes,” she said softly. “Come on me—wherever and however you want.”

Josh lost all control. A beautiful girl asking for him to come all over her, to use her how he wanted, it was too much. He wasn't just over the edge; it was like being pushed off a cliff. His head jerked back and his eyes slammed shut. His body went rigid, shaking ever so slightly but ever so fast, the only thing moving was the jerking of his cock as blast after blast of jism splattered on Nora's body.

With his eyes closed, Josh couldn't see where his cum hit her. Pleasure was wracking his body. He'd been pent up with a burgeoning hard-on for close to an hour. There'd been a large build up and now that it was released Josh couldn't even moan. He felt his cock convulse at least five times, and each burst felt like it was a rocket breaking orbit. He wouldn't be surprised if there was cum on the ceiling. He vaguely felt Nora's hand on his shaft. Was she moving it? aiming his cum spray? Then his world went black for a few seconds.

When he came to he was laying on his back. There was no cum on the ceiling. Nora came into view and there was definitely cum on her face. He glanced down. There was cum on her breasts as well. Josh grinned.

"You look gorgeous covered in my cum."

He took a deep breath and let it out nice and slow. He was spent, sexually exhausted. And he could still feel the orgasm echoing through his body. He locked eyes with Nora and winked.

"Thank you." He smiled, reached up and caressed her cheek, smearing the cum into her skin. "Did you like it?" He closed his eyes and shook his head. "No. First, was this the first time you've been cum on?"

She didn’t have any warning. The words were barely out of her mouth when he went off in her hand. The first warm stream hit her in the face, on her left cheek and on her chin. It surprised her and she jerked her hand, holding his cock lower so the rest of the hot spurts hit her neck and breasts.

Josh’s eyes were squeezed shut and his body was tense and quivering as his cock pulsed in her hand. He had to be feeling what she’d felt minutes ago—that earth shattering pleasure that didn’t feel like anything else in this world. Watching him experience it was so intimate.

She let go of his penis when his body relaxed and he slumped back on the floor. She moved to sit beside him and put her hands on his chest. In the heat of all that had happened, she’d touched him, but she hadn’t studied him. She wanted to really look at his body now—close up. She grazed one of his flat brown nipples with her fingertip. The arch of his Adam’s apple and the hollow at the base of his throat where his clavicles met fascinated her. She wanted to touch him everywhere.

His eyes were open and he was blinking at the ceiling. She leaned over his face so he could see her and he grinned up at her.

She managed a tiny shy smile.

"You look gorgeous covered in my cum,” he said and winked.

She felt sticky, a little dirty—and not just in a literal sense, and a lot sexy. He threw words like ‘beautiful’ and ‘gorgeous’ at her like he meant them.

"Thank you." He smiled, reached up and caressed her cheek, smearing his cum into her skin.

She shivered and breathed deeply, smelling his cum and skin so close to her nose.

"Did you like it?" he asked, but before she could answer he closed his eyes and shook his head. "No. First, was this the first time you've been cum on?"

“Yes. It was the first time.” She leaned into his hand, nuzzling her nose and cheek against his palm. “And yes,” she looked into his eyes, “I liked it.” Then she parted her lips and licked the side of his index finger, tasting the seamen he’d wiped across her cheek.

It was salty, musky, different than anything she’d had before. Not bad, just…different. She licked again for another taste.

“Yes. It was the first time.” She leaned into his hand, nuzzling her nose and cheek against his palm. “And yes,” she looked into his eyes, “I liked it.” Then she parted her lips and licked the side of his index finger, tasting the seamen he’d wiped across her cheek.

Josh let out a low moan, his hips shifting, making his whole body squirm a bit. Watching Nora lick up his cum was one of the kinkiest sights he'd ever seen and his body was reacting. His dick stirred. It physically hurt for it to move on its own after that intense of an orgasm, and he could feel the muscles in his neck tense up. A few drops of ooze dripped out of the end of his penis, pooling up in his slowly retracting foreskin as he softened. Of course, now he was hardening again.

She licked again for another taste.

"Damn Nora, you have exactly ten million years to stop being so sexy." Josh blinked. What the hell did that even mean? He closed his eyes and put his head back against the floor. His toes were curling again as pleasure jolted through his body. It was an aftershock, or a response to having a girl so hungry for him that she wanted to lick up his cum.

"Tell me how much you liked it." Josh shook his head. "No, if you liked it then show me. Show me by licking my cock clean and sucking up all the cum."

His hand slipped down from Nora's cheek to cup her breast. He rubbed in some cum incidentally while flicking her nipple. "And you can tell me to. Tell me how you feel. Tell me how your pussy is wet, hot and wet, tell me how you feel inside."

Josh opened his eyes as he pinched her nipple beween his fingers. He looked into her eyes as he pulled on her nipple, then released it, his hand eagerly regrasping her breast, rubbing and caressing it, his thumb flicking her niple. "And tell me your fantasies Nora. Tell me your deepest, sexual fantasies. I want to hear your darkest desires. I want you to say them out loud."

He grabbed her nipple, pinching it, pulling it again, relatively gently but firmly, adding a bit of a twist. "Tell me Nora. Make my cock nice and hard again with your words. Make your cunt flood with your fantasies."

She moaned as he played with her nipple, then she grabbed his other hand and placed it on her other breast, rubbing his palm in circles on her sticky skin until he took over on his own. She moaned again. “Don’t stop. I like that.”

His hands were on her breasts but she felt every tug and twist on her nipple between her legs as heat began to gather there. She felt it inside, in her pelvis, like her uterus was tied to that nipple and every tug made it move a little. It didn’t make sense, but she felt it all the same.

“I can’t do everything you want at once,” she said softly. “It’s not possible.” Tell him what she liked, tell him how she felt, suck his cock, lick his cum, tell him her fantasies… She loved listening to him talk to her like that, it turned her on, but she wasn’t sure what to do, what he really wanted. And suddenly she felt shy—she’d sound stupid if she tried to talk sexy to him. Most of her fantasies came from scenarios in romance novels and erotic stories. How could she tell him that?

She’d go with the showing part for now. She touched the tip if his cock where a bit of fluid had oozed out. She scooped it up on the tip of her finger and licked it while she watched him and enjoyed the feel of his hands on her breasts.

He stared as she licked her finger clean. His mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything, so she stretched out on the floor beside him and snuggled against his side. Some of the sticky fluid on her rubbed onto him, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be close to him. Her breasts pressed into his side and she slid one of her legs between his, so her crotch pressed against his hip. One arm was tucked beneath her, but she laid the other one on his chest, her hand over his heart.

The floor was hard and kind of cold, but she didn’t want to get up yet because it might break the spell. Right now, she just wanted to feel the heat of his body next to hers and to rub against him.

“Josh?” she whispered, lightly massaging his chest. “I… I don’t know what you want me to say. I am wet.” She shifted her pelvis so he could feel the moisture between her legs against his hip. “You make me wet.”

When Nora put his other hand on her breast Josh almost pulled her down to him so he could lick and suck on the nipples. He decided against it, instead playing with his hands, squeezing her tight between his fingers, pulling and pinching her nipples.

Josh watched her gather up his cum with her finger and felt his hips jump a bit when she put it in her mouth. That was such a turn on, Josh didn't know why and didn't really care. He just knew hewanted to fuck Nora, to feel his cock buried deep inside her, pounding into her, or have her bouncing on him.

He found himself moaning as Nora laid down beside him, half ontop of him. He was acutely aware of her hard nipples poking into his side. When she told him she was wet and rubbed her drenched pussy against his hip he almost took her right there, condom or no.

Josh took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. Nora's head was resting on his arm. He bent his arm at the elbow and ran his fingers through her hair, letting his hand come to rest against her scalp. With his other hand he took her hand off his chest and brought it down to her sex. He started rubbing her hand against her vulva, letting her know what to do without saying a word. His free hand traveled up her body and began to twist and tease her nipple again.

"There's no right answer Nora," Josh said as he kissed her forehead, "How you feel is how you feel. So I get you wet. What about me gets you wet? Is it what I do? How I look? Is it what you want to do to me, or maybe what you want me to do to you? Tell me what you want me to do to you right now. Tell me. Tell me a fantasy. A position you want to try, a location you want to try it in. Let what you want to do with me right now lead into a fantasy. Paint me a word picture of what we do together. Can you do that?"

Josh pinched her nipple and twisted it a bit and then said, "Chances are, what gets you wet will get me hard. So take a chance."