Life after Death Ch. 02

Today, I decided was the beginning of the rest of my life, I also new that I might be able to move on with the right person. But one thing was for sure I needed to get laid!!! I had missed the sensual touch of a caring and needy lover. How I was going to meet someone, I didn't know how, however, I knew that if I did, I was going to make the most of it.

I had a shower cleaned up the mess from my earlier fun with Jane, I could almost here her laughing at me as always did after we did something naughty. I remembered how we met and the effect she had on my life almost from the first time we kissed. Let me tell you how it began, and how I met Jane at a college dance when we were in the second year, she was perfect to me, probably five three and with a fabulous figure and the way she was dressed accentuated it beautifully. We danced together several times and she was as light as a feather in my arms and somehow we talked as if we had been life long friends. We totally lost track of time and what was happening at the dance. Before we knew it, we had spent the whole evening together, it seemed so natural to kiss her, and looking back I know I was in love with her from that second. At the end of the dance I walked her home. It turned out she lived off campus in her own flat with two girls on her course.

She gave me her number and as I had walked her home I already new her address so we arranged that we would meet again the next day and that we would go out for a meal that night. We saw each other a few times and I found myself convinced that I was falling deeply in love with her. To the point, all the other girls seemed to fade in comparison. To this day I can still remember my reaction to her on our second date she was beautifully dressed in a pretty strapless dress and simple makeup and complementary jewellery, she stole my heart right then and there. She looked so innocent yet so stunningly beautiful.

We went for a meal overlooking The Marina, which was so romantic in the early evening light. The atmosphere in the restaurant was very seductive and before we knew it we both knew we were in love. We knew it without having to say it. After dessert, I took her hands as she smiled and she looked questioningly at me with those gorgeous green eyes and I looked at her with adoration that I knew would last a lifetime. I whispered softly;

"I want to kiss you."

"Here?"

"Yes please. I can't wait."

She smiled that beautiful smile that I already knew I could not live without, pausing just long enough to make me wonder at her beauty. Then as she leaned forward to accept our very first kiss as a couple.

"I'd like to do that again and soon," she whispered.

We shared the bill as we'd agreed and left the restaurant. In a shop doorway I took her into my arms and we kissed the kiss of lovers.

"My goodness! That's..." but I sealed her lips again and she offered no resistance.

We walked home, very slowly. I wondered after such a kiss, whether she'd invite me in. We spent about an hour standing at the front door of her halls of residence, kissing and talking, but she didn't. I didn't push; after all we had all our lives together. For some reason, I knew this was different. Though the thought rarely left my mind, I could wait, it was important if I was going to make this gorgeous creature my wife. It took a month for us to sleep together. She wasn't a virgin, but she wanted to be sure she loved me; she needed to be comfortable in our feelings for each other. She wanted to wait until she met the right guy. All the usual reasons, in the end, they of course were the right ones. I was the right guy; all she had to do was realise it. Then one day she showed me that she did love me. From my previous script you can see that I already had known for weeks that I loved her. The day she accepted our love, was November 14th, a Friday, it was early afternoon, we were walking along a local beach, totally alone as the winter sun shone down on us, making us feel alive, yet never finding it in its heart to deliver us any warmth. We had both opened our coats to let each other's bodies get as close as one could on a cold winter's day, sitting in the protection of the sand dunes and in that cocoon we'd created, the world and its cares were a million miles away.

"I love you so much." She said

"I love you back so much too."

We kissed again and again, our bodies pressed into one. There was love, there was passion, there was lust yet we had found a joy and peace too. I remember smiling down at her, my heart bursting with happiness, just smiling when she said,

"I want to go to make love with you. Let's go home and go to bed."

That moment will be burned in my memory for the rest of my life. I know my smile broadened. I can remember the feeling, but she asked anyway,

"You do want to sleep with me, don't you?"

I nodded slowly and we kissed again holding her tightly never wanting this moment to end. Yet as we sat there we knew we had crossed a line that was leading us to our destiny. I felt the hunger surge through my entire body.

"Yes, but I don't want to sleep really......."

We laughed, as only first time lovers can, the anticipation of what was to come, causing every nerve in our bodies to tingle. We broke our embrace and as she took my hand, she whispered.

"Come on. I can't wait any longer. I need you now,"

But suddenly there was no hurry. We didn't run. We walked at a leisurely pace, relishing in the security of our newfound love.

"I've often wondered about wedding nights," she mused.

"How do you get from being dressed and vertical to naked and horizontal?

Do you rip each other's clothes off? You don't have to persuade your husband,

I know, but is there an elegant and romantic way." We laughed innocently. I was

So happy she had thought of me as her 'husband'.

"I don't know, but it's going to happen to you and me. So why don't we just wait and see."

She looked at me quizzically at first, then with a satisfied look that reminded me of my childhood pet cat after it had eaten the cream off the Christmas Gateaux.

When we were finally inside her house, I suddenly became very shy.

We slowly took off our coats, but did not immediately rush into each other's arms,

Just standing there staring at each other and relishing the moment. I can still see her in a tight-faded jeans and tight ribbed sweater that accentuated the lovely body beneath.

"I want you so much. I love you so much." "You are so perfect," I whispered. She stood there smiling and waiting. We had got into some really heavy petting, some touching and feeling, mostly on my part, during those first few weeks, but she always stopped it quickly because she said she couldn't control her emotions.

So when I said,

"I want to touch you,"

Her grin broadened and she smiled.

"I want you to touch me too, and I want touch every part of you too."

As we took held each other for the first time again. Her arms went around my neck and we kissed passionately, our need for each other rising. For the first time I explored the beautiful contour of her buttock end with my fingers, safe in the knowledge that I wouldn't be rejected. She ground herself to me sexily and I felt my penis rise to meet her. For some reason she left her hands around my neck allowing my hands come up to caress the side of her breasts.

"I think you are overdressed I smiled at her. I want to lie next to you. I want to touch you to caress you, to taste you"

I eased the sweater up until it was above her breasts, all the time maintaining eye contact.

"Yes."

She raised her hands over her head and it slid off as if it had a mind of its own. There she stood in a black lacy bra and tight jeans. She waited for me to carry n with my quest. I had to look away a moment to find the button and zipper on her jeans.

"Okay?" I whispered gently.

"Don't ask silly questions." She laughed.

I took off my sweater and shirt as she came to me pressing herself against me, her proud breasts resting against my chest. The kiss that followed was long, hungry and consuming. I ran my hands all over the soft feminine fabric that held her body. "Oh my God! " she almost whimpered in my ear.

"I think I'm ready for you already." That sure stirred the pot! We pealed off the remainder of our clothes and were in bed in less than a minute.

I remember so well. I remember the feel of her skin that day, and in the many days that followed. I remember her breasts; the glorious swollen mounds topped with lovely dark nipples. I remember her eyes. It is them I remember most, I think. When we were making love, she would hold my eyes with hers for as long as possible, concentrating. As the orgasm began to build, I could see it. Her eyes narrowed. Her stare more intense and when it came and she finally went into that world, they squeezed shut as the sensations rippled through her body. She never stopped saying,

"Yes."

We lay, side by side, in some sort of wonderful peace. We knew it would happen, but we were in no hurry, yet.

"I love you, Jane. So much."

"I love you so much too, Steve." We kissed and touched. It was fantastic, I had never been so happy in my life.

She pulled back and looked down at the raging hard-on stand proud between us.

"So you think you can get that thing inside me?"

"I think I just might." I grinned

"So do I." She laughed.

We played some more. She took it in her hand and played lovingly with it. A great bubble of pre-cum seeped from the eye at the tip. With her finger, she took it off and brought it up for both of us to look at, then planted a mischievous kiss right on its tip.

"Good. It seems to work,' she laughed.

It was funny but she was in no way shy or nervous now. God, I wanted her.

"Come on, Steve. We can't put this off for ever," she smiled. "Make love to me."

I did. I ran my hands over her breasts and belly, kissing and thrilling to their touch. Down over her thighs and she opened her legs. I ran a hand up the inside of her thigh, gently touching the perfectly trimmed hair framing the perfect lips that were going receive my aching manhood for the first time.

"Yes, she hissed."

She put her hands above her head resting them on the pillow and gently moved her head back and forth with pleasure as she concentrated on the pleasure of the moment. She watched me as I kissed and nibbled her swollen cunt lips and teasing her erect clitoris until she started to cry with pleasure holding my head as she ground her herself into my adoring and worshipping mouth, until pushing me away she growled in desperation;

"Fuck me now you bastard!!!"

When I finally entered her, she never took her eyes off mine as I rammed myself into her.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, Yeeeeees." " She kept crying. I saw the smile of satisfaction and happiness that resulted as I buried myself deep into her, suddenly it was as if we had been lovers all our lives, we instinctively knew what each other needed. She raked my back with her nails and lifted her head to bite my nipples, as I ground my pelvis against her in circular motions tweaking her nipples and kissing her neck and ears, telling her what a great fuck she was, telling her how much I loved her. Then as I licked and sucked her nipples, she started a low gurgle that began to turn into high-pitched scream. Just then I felt my own orgasm hit me like a train, to this day I have never cum so hard and so strong collapsing against her in the final crescendo of passion as we somehow managed orgasm in complete unison, I lay on her without moving, and we kissed and kissed again and then kissed some more, never wanting this moment to end. As we began to recover her sense of humour surfaced.

"So. Is that all there is?" "Ha!" She lay there and let me make love to her once again, but this time there was no urgency only the satisfaction of a slow and deliberate worship of another's body, by a willing lover. Yet she lay so still, just the odd sigh, the odd whisper as she felt me kiss or caress her. In hindsight it was as if she wanted to be aware of every sensation as it happen and record it in her mind for posterity.

"Yes." She muttered.

It was not that she wasn't involved. It was just the first time and she wanted to be there for all of it. I, of course, felt as if I came after very few strokes that first time, but she later reported that it was a wonderful feeling as I flooded her insides. We got better as we learned more about each others needs, but the pleasure of that November day will remain one of the best times of my life.