Claire Ch. 03

We went to a nice Italian place in town, spending a pleasant hour talking about school, her job, my job, movies. She was as easy to talk to as Claire, and held her own strong, intelligent opinions that were different from her best friend. It was an exquisite evening, for lack of a better word.

While we talked, our hands inched closer across the table until we were toying with each other's fingers, smiling as we spoke. We split a dessert, sharing a piece of chocolate cake, and sat calmly, enjoying each other's presence for a moment as the food settled and we ran our fingers against each other. The restaurant had a quiet string quartet in one corner, and a small, candlelit dance floor. It gave me an idea.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked, curling my fingers and catching her hand lightly in mine.

Jenna's smile was surprised, but bright and honest.

"Absolutely," she said.

I walked her to the dance floor, my hand on the small of her back, and we stepped together. Jenna's arms circled my neck, my arms went around her waist. She pulled me close, pressing her little body against mine, her hips pressed against my groin.

My cock stiffened as she swayed against me, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, her breasts invitingly pushed against my chest. My hands rested just above her ass, my fingers reaching just to where the swell of it began, pushing her lightly into my body. The dance was nothing fancy, there were no spectacular moves, no intricate footwork, but it was incredibly erotic all the same.

"I think we should go watch that movie now," Jenna whispered.

"Good call," I replied.

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After I paid, we drove to my place. This time, Jenna sat beside me on the bench seat, leaning against me. She took my hand and placed it halfway up her thigh, squeezing my fingers into the flesh, then crossing her legs, trapping my hand there as she hugged my arm against her breasts.

At my apartment, I stepped into the kitchen to make us some popcorn, pointing her in the direction of my DVD collection.

"You pick, I'll make popcorn," I said.

I turned to the task of opening the plastic package and reading the instructions, then popped it in the microwave. In the end, I just wound up pushing the popcorn button on the machine. While I rummaged in the cabinet for a large bowl, I heard smooth jazz come from the sound system next to my TV.

When I looked, I saw Jenna standing in the middle of the living room floor, her hips cocked to the side, one hand perched daintily at her waist, a beautiful, cheeky smile on her face.

"I want to dance again," she said.

I crossed over to her and took her in my arms, settling into the same embrace we had shared at the restaurant. This time, however, she pressed against me more obviously, her hips rolling against me, her hands cupping and caressing the back of my neck. Our lips were close enough to feel each other's breath and my cock throbbed, making her gasp and press harder against me. I moved my lips closer, almost brushing them against hers.

"I like dancing with you," I whispered. She nodded, her eyes half closed, then moaned as I pulled her lips to mine and sought out her tongue.

Jenna writhed against me as we made out, her hands clutching my neck, rubbing my chest, then finally fumbling with the buttons as I cupped her perfect ass and pulled her against me. She stripped my shirt off over my arms, my hands leaving her ass just long enough to free myself of the cuffs before grabbing her again, grinding her body against mine. Her little hands made short work of my pants, shoving them down my legs as my cock bobbed free and she stepped back, waiting patiently for me to kick off my shoes, peel off my socks and reach for her as I stepped out of my pants.

She danced lightly back a step, reaching low and grabbing the hem of her dress, peeling it off over her head, revealing her amazing body in one slow, sexy motion. I stepped closer and pulled her against me, tugging a little squeal out of her as I pulled her into me and lifted, her legs wrapping around my waist.

"Take me to bed," she whispered against my lips.

I did as I was told.

I carried Jenna into my bedroom, our mouths warring, our tongues gliding across each other as her hard nipples brushed across my chest with each step. As I neared the bed, she unwrapped her legs from me and slid down my body, her lips trailing lower and lower as she sank to her knees until finally they closed over the head of my cock. Her eyes bored into mine as she swallowed my length, gliding her lips slowly down the length of my cock until the head bumped the back of her throat. She stared into my eyes as she relaxed her throat and pushed, steadily increasing her pressure until my cock popped deeper, pushing past her tongue. Her eyes were incredible, deep brown pools of lust that never wavered as she inched my cock into her until my balls were pressed against her chin.

Just as slowly, she dragged her mouth off my shaft, her tongue pulling along slowly, teasing the bottom of my shaft. I cupped her face in my hands, watching my cock slowly reappear, her eyes still glued to my own. When my cock finally popped wetly from between her lips, she stood, the head dragging down her chin, across her neck, sliding between her breasts and down her belly. She backed up and sat on the edge of the bed, still looking me in the eye as she bent her leg and undid her sandal, letting it fall to the floor even as she repeated the process on the other side. I watched every movement, smiling as she finished, leaving her bare feet perched on the edge of the bed, her heels pressed against her butt, her sweet little pussy peeking wetly between her ankles.

She wiggled her toes and grinned, scooting back on the bed until she lay in the center, her eyes still holding me captive, her legs spread wide, her finger crooking in invitation.

"Come over here," she murmured. "I've been waiting for this since you picked me up."

I crawled onto the bed, my eyes drinking in every curve of her gorgeous body, moving slowly between her legs to settle on my elbows as I pressed my lips to hers. Her hand snaked between us, agile and small, and wrapped around my cock, still wet with her saliva. She placed my head at her entrance and let go, her hand coming up to my face, cupping my cheek as we kissed. I flexed my hips slowly, pressing gently against her, my thick cock pulsing as her soaked lips parted around it.

My cock sank slowly, effortlessly into her, filling her pussy teasingly. She whimpered into my mouth, her hand sliding to the back of my head, my arms squeezing her shoulders as her legs wrapped around me, her heels pressing into my back. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, our bodies met, and I was completely inside her. I felt her flex her pussy around my cock, moaning into my mouth as the movement stirred something inside her while causing the mounds of her buttocks to tickle my balls.

"Your cock feels amazing," she whispered. Her eyes were half-closed, almost drowsy with the feeling of being filled. She smiled happily, her lips seeking out mine. Our kiss was broken by a gasp as I began to move, sliding my cock out of her no more than an inch before pressing back in, stretching to reach every bit of her hot, slick depth.

I settled into a steady rythm, short, deep thrusts at a leisurely but adamant pace. Her hips rose to meet mine with every thrust, her lips caressing mine, her tongue playing against mine, her hands running over my short cropped hair, up and down my back as she pulled me in with her lithe, strong legs. We worked well together, pushing against each other, building our pace naturally, unhurriedly, until we were fucking in earnest, her breasts bouncing under me, her head bent forward, watching my cock disappear into her with every thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned. "I'm gonna cum, Jay! I'm gonna cum all over your gorgeous fucking cock!"

Her legs tightened around my waist, her fingers digging into my back as her head fell back, her mouth open, and her orgasm tore into her, washing through her in hard, hot waves that shook her entire body. I pounded into her as her pussy clenched and released on my cock, over and over, milking my shaft, desperate to pull me in deeper and deeper.

She whimpered as she came down from it, her lips moving wordlessly as her head lolled back and forth, her legs shaking around my waist, her hands clenching and releasing against the nape of my neck. I slowed, enjoying the feeling of her pussy, quaking and trembling around my cock as I thrust slowly and gently into her. I brushed a few stray hairs away from her face as she slowly focused, smiling at up at me and wriggling her hips against my movement.

"Jesus," she groaned. "You fuck like crazy."

"Thanks," I replied with a grin. " But I'm not done with you yet."

I wrapped my arms under her waist and sat back, pulling her up off the bed as I rose to my knees. She scooted into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, rocking quickly against me, gasping as the motion shoved my cock into her deeply, her clit grinding against my pelvis. My hands glided lower, gripping her ass, pulling her onto my shaft over and over as her eyes held mine and I watched her second orgasm build behind them. Her mouth opened, her brow furrowed as she panted against my lips, beads of sweat standing out on her forehead, glistening in the lamplight.

Jenna's breath caught, her brow creasing further, her mouth opening wider as her hips froze, her body tensing and holding her trembling pussy still as I rocked my cock into her over and over. She cried out as she came, her orgasm intense and vocal, words pouring from her lips as her cunt exploded around me, gripping me hard, squeezing my shaft harder than ever before.

"Don't stop," she gasped. "Don't you dare stop fucking me. Fuck me until I can't take it anymore and then fuck me some more."

I didn't say anything. I just let go of her ass with one hand and hooked my arm under her leg, pulling it up as I fell forward, dropping her heavily on her back without ever losing a beat, driving my cock into her hard and fast. She was pinned beneath me, one knee pulled up nearly to her generous breast, her other leg gripping my waist, urging me into her harder and harder. My cock slammed into her, unrelenting, rough and hungry and hard.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Another orgasm tore into her, her pussy spasming around my cock almost constantly, orgasms piling on top of each other as I rammed my cock in and out, over and over. Her nails dug into my shoulders, clawing at me, her entire body begging me to fuck her.

"Cum inside me," she gasped. "Please, cum inside me. Let me feel you cum in me!"

My cock glided in and out of her, slamming home with each thrust of my hips, her breasts bouncing, nipples dancing under me as I pounded into her and my own orgasm built with each movement. Finally, I shot my hips forward and held myself deep inside her, her lithe little body pinned under me by my arms, my hips, my cock, and I erupted, blasting shot after shot of cum into the deepest reaches of her pulsing cunt.

"Oh, Jay, yes!" she cried out, her pussy pulling every drop from me, draining my cock with every tremor of her own hard orgasm.

I released her leg and collapsed onto my elbows, bending my neck low to capture one of her hard, dark little nipples between my teeth, holding it in place gently to flick my tongue across the tip. She gasped and playfully slapped my ass, her arms nearly limp, her legs dangling over my hips. I raised my head and kissed her deeply, our breath splashing across each other's cheeks.

"This is a damn good date," I managed as our lips parted.

"I was just thinking that," she giggled. Her pussy squeezed my softening cock. "And it's only ten o'clock. Wanna watch a movie and see what else happens?"

"That sounds like an incredibly good idea," I said.