Monday, December 31, 2012

After the Wedding

I opened the door and G was standing there smiling. I backed up to let him in, hiding behind the door as it opened. The room was dimly lit. The only light was from the bathroom, just enough to be able to see but not as harsh as all the other lights in the room. I wished I had been one of those sophisticated women who always has a scarf to throw over a lamp when dimmer lighting is called for, but I wasn't very sophisticated at all.  I'm still not, but I do usually have a scarf with me for that purpose these days.

He stepped in the room and I shut the door behind him. There was no speaking at all.  That was part of the deal I made him agree to.  I was afraid that we'd wake my mother in the next room.

He took off his jacket and threw it over a chair.  Then he came over and kissed me. The height differential made it awkward again, so he backed up to the bed, sat down, and then pulled me to him. We were almost exactly the same height then. We kissed for a long time. He was an excellent kisser. An excellent kisser with a big cock. Not a bad combination. I have cum quite a few times over the past couple of decades thinking about what I could so with that boy now, but he's not that same boy anymore. And I'm not that girl.

Eventually, he stopped kissing me and started getting undressed. I didn't. I was shy.  I have no idea why.  He had seen me half naked earlier in the afternoon. There really wasn't any reason to hide, but I was still nervous.

He climbed into bed and motioned for me to lay beside him. I scurried to comply quickly.  I was good at following orders. If he would just tell me what to do, I'd be fine.

He kissed me some more, and slid his hand under my nightgown.  I could feel his hardness against me and, wow!, he was really hard. Then he whispered in my ear, "Get on top of me."

I thought, Good! An order.  I can do that! But then I thought, Didn't he agree not to speak at all?

I straddled him quickly, hiking my nightgown up to my waist, then lifting up a bit to take him inside me. I started rocking my hips forward and back, slowly at first, then a little faster. I watched his face to see some sign that I was doing it right, or not, but I couldn't tell. I could tell that I was getting excited, though, and I quit worrying about him and started moving on him the way that felt the best to me. I knew I was close. I closed my eyes, and just as I was about to cum, he grabbed my hips forcefully and pulled me down on him, holding me deeply impaled on him and still. He whispered a moan as he came.

I hissed, "No!" His eyes shot open and he sat up and wrapped his arms around me, looking at me seriously.  "No?" he said. "Are you ok?"

"Shhh!" I chastised.  Then I leaned right against his ear and said, "I was almost there.  You finished too fast."

He laughed, quietly of course. Then he whispered back, "Don't worry.  You'll have another chance." And he flashed that king size smile that made my tummy flutter.

We relaxed on the bed for awhile, just holding each other and kissing. I had no idea how long it would be until I got my next chance, but I learned it was easy to tell. He got hard again and I looked at him and whispered, "Now?"  He laughed and said, "Yes, Kat, now."

I pulled up my nightie and straddled him again. He broke our talking rule and said in a normal voice, "Take that thing off." He was referring to my nightgown and it sounded like an order to me. I didn't hesitate. I just pulled it off over my head and tossed it on the floor. He gasped audibly. Now I was embarrassed. I know I blushed. He just reached up and caressed my cheek for a moment as I started riding him. This time, I did it may way from the beginning, and I was ready to cum in no time.

He was still breaking the talking rule, but at least it was quieter. He saw that I was starting to cum, and he said, "That's it, Sweetie. That's it." Then I let go and let my body do what it wanted. I came hard, very hard. He exhaled a "Holy shit!" and then held my hips down again like he did before, but I was ok with it by then.

I collapsed on the bed next to him and he said, "You've definitely done this before." I smiled and whispered, "Maybe."

We spend the rest of the night until 5:30 in the morning alternating between kissing and fucking. I came once more.  He came every damn time. I really don't know how many times we did it but I know it was more than 6, and I had to force him to leave in the morning.

The strange thing about that night was that we only did it in one position - me on top riding him. I was waiting for him say he wanted something else and he never did. However, a few months later I came back.  By myself. For a week.

But that's another story.....

4 comments:

Octavia said...

The power our memories has over us is one of the most endearing and most brutal. We filter the best and worst through a filter made of time. If only we could live in the best moments we've lived.
Thanks for letting us into your mind, and letting us linger there for more than a passing second.
Cheers,
Octavia

All About Love And Sex said...

Wow ! That guy had good sexual stamina! Wish I can be like him! But no chance of this happening. Will be happy if I can cum only once when the time comes or cums!

You wrote very well.

Lola said...

6 times! You lucky little devil!!!

Clem said...

So, yes, it was near the end of the 'free sex' era.
No condom.
Were you on the pill? 16? How does that happen?
Um, 6 times huh. Didn't it get, um, a bit messy?
How experienced were you at the time>
Why didn't I run into a 16 yr old at weddings when I was that age?