Dorothy Surrenders

I must admit, the lady surprised me.

Dorothy was one of those hard nuts -- lovely, sweet, and perhaps a little bit repressed. Although she was 30, just getting her to hold hands or kiss me (other than a peck on the cheek) took repeated effort. She could be a lot of fun, except for her apparent fear of anything even slightly sexual. But gradually, she had gotten over some of the most basic things: a kiss, holding hands, and the like. Still, there were many barriers we had not yet broken.

Then, one Friday night, she hit me with a big surprise.

We had gone out to dinner at a neighborhood place. I couldn't help but notice that Dorothy, who was almost always prim as a librarian, had left her top button open. After dinner, we walked hand-in-hand back to Dorothy's apartment. Her roommate was away for the weekend, so we would have the place all to ourselves.

We continued to walk together, enjoying the crisp, moonlit night. Soon we arrived at Dorothy's door. She opened it and we stepped into the apartment. Immediately, she gave me a big kiss. I held her closely and slid my hand down to her butt. This was something she had never allowed before, but this evening, I got no reaction except an even more passionate embrace. Our bodies were pressed close to each other. I'm sure she could feel my bulge beginning to form.

I took off my windbreaker and Dorothy took off her sweater. We sat down on the couch. Both of us kicked off our shoes. Dorothy stared at me for a few seconds. She was licking her lips. She smoothed her blouse. Now she leaned in and kissed me. I noticed her hand on the inside of my thigh. I grabbed her and pulled her to me. As I did, I unhooked her bra. Dorothy smiled. Again we kissed. She undid one button on my shirt.

"Dorothy," I said, "what is going on here? Not that I'm objecting, but this isn't like you." I began to fondle her earlobe.

She smiled as she spoke. "I had a dream," she said. "I dreamed that I was having sex with you. I had it four nights in a row."

"Was I good?", I said jokingly.

"Silly," she responded with a smile. She gave me a peck on the cheek.

"It surprised me so I prayed about it. A lot," Dorothy said.

"Knowing you, I bet you did," I said. "What was the answer?"

"Surrender, Dorothy", she said.

"Was there a green-skinned witch involved?"

"No, silly," she replied with a laugh as she undid another button on her blouse. Her cleavage was very visible. "I prayed on it several times and I kept getting the same answer."

I leaned over and kissed Dorothy's neck. Her pupils got very wide. I could feel her jump just a bit. With that, she unbuttoned her blouse fully. She placed her hand back on the inside of my thigh and unzipped my pants.

"You're sure this is what you want?", I asked. Dorothy was wordless. Instead, she unhooked my belt.

Now her blouse slid off, taking her unhooked bra with it. I sat there for a moment surprised, looking at my prim, proper girlfriend topless. I stood up and took off my pants. Dorothy eagerly unbuttoned my shirt.

She took my hand and eagerly led me down the hall. We sat on Dorothy's smallish bed and again we kissed. I blew in Dorothy's ear. My hands on her waist, I slipped her skirt off her. She pulled off my shirt.

I lay on top of her, kissing her hard. She seemed to like it. We felt each other's almost naked bodies. As we came together, I noticed that her panties were thoroughly soaked. My hands went to her waist and easily slid her panties off. Now I removed my underpants. I began to kiss her naked body.

I lay beside Dorothy, my fingers in her wet but tight pussy. I put one finger in, then another. She smiled. I led her hand to my stiffening cock. Softly she began to stroke it.

"Whenever you're ready," I whispered.

She kissed me. "I'm ready," she said softly. Again I rolled on top of her. She spread her legs and I entered. It was a rough entry; she was very tight. But with a couple of pushes, I managed to slide my way in. I could see and feel the blood all over her sheets. She grabbed the sheet. Her eyes got really wide.

Once inside, I pumped, slowly and gently at first, but then more vigorously as we went along. I could feel Dorothy moving from the initial pain to excitedly shaking, kissing my body, and shivering. Soon she was wriggling happily underneath me. Then I popped, spewing into her. She simply lay softly, letting the flow enter her sweet body.

When it had stopped, she kissed me yet again. I rolled off her.

"Oh, my," I said.

"Was it good for you?", Dorothy asked.

"Yes, very nice. And you?"

"Well, it hurt at first, but after that, it was really nice," she said. "Really nice." We lay together for some time.

The next thing I remember is the sun poking through the bedroom window.