Strange Days Ch. 15-17

I smiled and cupped his face in my hand. "That's really sweet, actually."

He smiled back, then he frowned. "I asked my brother for advice, but he wasn't really any help."

"What did he tell you?"

Trevor blushed. "Well, he told me to spell the alphabet when I go down on a girl."

I chuckled. "Yeah, sometimes that works, but I see your point." Trevor and I had never had a problem with making out. We knew how to rile each other up to the point where it felt like we were going to spontaneously combust. "Trust me when I tell you that you don't have a problem in the foreplay department."

"Really?" he beamed proudly.

I nodded.

"Awesome."

I laughed and patted his leg. We just sat there for a moment, looking at each other.

"This is really nice," he said softly.

"What is?"

"Hanging with you again," he smiled, cupping my cheek as I had his. "I really missed you, Amy."

My heart melted. Bastard. "Oh, Trevor."

I leaned forward and kissed him softly. His lips moved against mine perfectly, slowly at first, gentle, then with more urgency. His licked and nibbled on my lower lip, making me shiver. Things low in my body got really tight. I almost started to panic, but then I realized that my body was getting aroused in the traditional fashion. Liquid heat was pooling inside me, and I felt that empty ache, the need to be filled.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth, I climbed into Trevor's lap and pressed the front of my body against his. He was definitely happy to be with me, his hardness pressing into my groin through our clothes.

Before I knew it, he had me lying on my back. He never stopped kissing me, nibbling my neck, or licking my lips. Like the foreplay expert he'd always been, the cool air against my naked lower body was the first sign that he'd even touched my clothes, half of which were now lying on the floor in a puddle.

"Trevor," I sighed, digging my fingers into his hair as he nibbled at my chest through the tank top I was still wearing.

His mouth trailed a hot line down my exposed belly, just as his fingers slipped inside of me and the heel of his palm put pressure on my clit.

"Oh gawd!" I wailed when he curled his fingers inside me, stroking my deep spot. "Trevor!"

With his fingers still playing me like an instrument, and he the master musician, his mouth closed over my mound, tongue licking at my clit. I threw my head back, cried out for him as I came.

Trevor held onto my hips, keeping his mouth locked over me. I came so hard that I felt liquid heat pour out of me and onto his hand, into his mouth. He groaned at the taste of my climax, removed his fingers, and pushed his tongue inside me.

I screamed his name when he made me come again, and again a minute or two later. Eventually, he lay down beside me, idly stroking my now sweaty stomach with his fingertips.

"Oh my gawd," I breathed.

Trevor chuckled, and it was a wonderfully deep masculine sound. "Still good?"

I rolled over on top of him and whispered, "You've always been good at that."

"Better than your girlfriends?" he bounced his eyebrows.

I shrugged. "Meh."

"Why you...!"

I laughed when he rolled us over so that he ended lying on top of me. His hardness pressed against my opening through his shorts. It felt so good that I bowed my spine, thrust down against his groin with the need for him to be inside me.

"Amy," he groaned and kissed me hard.

I moaned into his mouth, pushed my hands into his shorts and underwear and shoved them off his ass. I dug beneath him to free his erection, cupping his hard length in my hands.

"Amy, I can't...oh gawd," he sighed when I stroked him. He opened his eyes and gazed at me in wonder. "I thought you didn't want to...with your friends here."

I groaned loudly. "Ahhhh, you're right. We shouldn't."

"Don't get me wrong," he raised his eyebrows, then he did that thing that guys can do, where he flexed his abdomen, flicking my wet slit with the head of his cock. I shivered at the feel of it, watching him with my eyes open wide with lust. "I have no problem being rude to your friends, at least in this particular situation."

I giggled. This was the Trevor I remembered; handsome, sweet, funny. I smoothed my hands down his sides to his firm behind, digging in with my nails. He tried to get away from my nails, exactly how I knew he would, by moving his hips forward. Trevor's eyes drifted shut as the head of his cock slipped inside me.

"Yessss," I hissed, arching my back as he slid inside me. He felt huge, so hard, so long, so thick.

"Amy," he groaned.

With my hand on the back of his neck, I pulled him down to me. "Shhh. Let me take care of you."

"What do you mean?" he breathed raggedly.

Holding his ass tightly in my hands, I humped against him, fucking my tight heat onto his steely hardness. It felt as though my entire body was a tightly bound spring, just waiting for release. I think part of what made that moment feel so good was that there was no goal in mind, no plan. Oh, that and fucking the brains out of two of my girlfriends seemed to have given me a stellar boost in confidence.

"No condom," he croaked, his entire body shivering, cock twitching inside me.

"Pill," I gasped, managing only the one word. He just felt too good inside me, so hot and hard.

"Whuh?" he mumbled.

"On the pill," I moaned, biting his neck. "Come inside me, Trevor."

He hunched into me, burying his hard cock so deep that he nudged against my cervix. I felt his cock buck hard once, twice, then he poured his heat inside me.

"Uhnn!" I threw my head back, caught up in a violent and totally unexpected climax. It felt like every muscle in my body was working in tandem to coax out his cream.

Trevor grunted like an animal, hunching into me with shocking force. He was so strong, his body so hard with tight muscle. The taste of his sweat on my tongue, the scent of his skin, the warmth of his body, all of it drove me high and higher.

He was finished before me, but he kept his still hard length deep in my body, letting me come down to join him. He'd let his weight settle fully against me and was starting to push up on his arms.

"Am I too heavy?" he asked.

His concern for my comfort was so touching that I giggled, hugged him down against me. "No, Trevor. You feel amazing."

He smiled against my neck. "So do you."

We lay there for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other. Don't get me wrong, I really did like the feel of a naked female body against mine, but there was just something yummy about a man. I traced the contours of Trevor's muscular body with my fingertips, wanting to touch him everywhere at once. When he finally softened and began to slide out of me, Trevor pushed up on his arms.

"That was really good," he grinned, then frowned. "Or was it?"

I chuckled. "No, it was great, but we got lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Yeah, I was really worked up. Sometimes it takes a lot more than that to get me going."

"That's okay. I'm patient," he grinned again. I touched his face, grinning too. "What were you all worked up about?"

I patted his side, letting him know I wanted up. He knew what I wanted and rolled away. It was just automatic for us. I guess I'd never really considered how in tune he was to me. Finding my shorts, I slid them on, wondering how I should answer him. I mean, I couldn't exactly tell him that my sex drive was going crazy because I had a huge cock and was fucking the shit out of my girlfriends.

"Just a lot going on," I shrugged and turned to him.

He was lying on my bed, his shirt still on, but there was a heat in his eyes that took my breath away as he stared at me. He was hard again too. I guess he'd been watching me get dressed.

"Trevor," I smiled coyly, swaying my hips as I approached the bed. "I love that you like my body," I pointed at his groin. "But I can't help you again. Guests, remember?"

I stood there with hands on hips. He glanced down and up, grinning as he climbed out of my bed. "Right," he said, tugging his shorts up, grinning back. "It would be rude to your friends."

He went for the door, but I stopped him.

"Hey," I took his hand and turned him back to me, moving close. "About us...or this...I mean, doing it again."

He flashed an amused smile, clearly getting a kick out of my stammering.

"It takes work, getting to know each other's bodies," I told him, running my hand up his arm. "We have to listen to each other, be patient with each other." I rand my hand down his arm and took his hand in mine again. "You're the first guy I've ever slept with, so I need you to help me enjoy sex with you, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," he nodded quickly, but I sensed a lot of bravado.

I cocked an eyebrow. "That means showing me your soft underbelly."

"Huh?" he frowned.

How to explain this? "It means we're going to make mistakes. Sometimes one or both of us will try something that doesn't work out, doesn't feel good, or worse, hurts." Trevor frowned even harder. I didn't want him to think I was criticizing him. "It's okay for us to screw up though, as long as we learn, keep an open mind. I read somewhere that if you can laugh in bed about the blunders, there's nothing you can't try that isn't worth trying."

His frown faded and he looked thoughtful, then nodded. "Actually, that makes sense, in a messed up triple negative kind of way, I mean." I laughed and he nodded again. "Okay. I'm in."

"Good," I smiled and pushed up on the tips of my toes to kiss him.

I walked Trevor downstairs to see him out.

"Wanna go see a movie tomorrow?" I asked at the front door.

"Sure. Which one?"

"Salt okay?"

He smiled. "Are you kidding? I love watching Angelina kick ass."

I gave him a quick kiss and waved as he drove off, already looking forward to tomorrow. Unfortunately, it was only late morning. Guess I'd have to pass the time fucking my girlfriends.