End of the Road, Nebraska

"I'm sorry that you've had rough times. You seem really nice," I said.

"So do you," she replied, "And you've had some rough times yourself. I could read it in your face when you came in. And I thought, maybe we were meant to find one another, maybe make each other feel a little better."

I tried to think of a response, but before I could, she was leaning towards me. I looked up in time to see her face only inches from mine, and her lips met mine. At first it was a soft, closed-mouth kiss... tender... shy. Then her mouth opened, and I felt her tongue. I met her tongue with mine, and we kissed deeply, passionately. My mind was racing. My brain didn't seem to know how to process this. I grew harder. She began to rub my arms with her hands as our tongues explored each other's mouths.

After some time --I had no idea how much time, exactly-- she pulled away, giggling. "I'm sorry, I must smell like coffee and sandwiches."

"N-no..." I stuttered to speak, "you smell fine."

"Why don't you take a shower, and I'll straighten things up out here. Then I'll take mine," she said, and she got up suddenly. I was confused. Was the moment over? Did she realize that this was a mistake, and stopped it before things went too far?

Feeling somewhat deflated, I walked out to the car to get some extra clothes. I came back and showered, feeling like maybe I had messed up an opportunity. I still enjoyed being around her, though, and I told myself this as I dried off. The shower had helped my mood. I felt kind of reenergized.

I walked out, and Jennifer passed by me, meeting my eyes and smiling as she walked by. She was still wearing her waitress uniform, and was carrying a robe --and, I assumed, underwear, though I couldn't see any in her arms. While she showered, I sat on the couch, feeling exhausted again. I guess maybe I just felt comfortable, like I could be off my guard. I nodded off.

I was woken with a soft kiss. When I opened my eyes, Jennifer was sitting beside me, wearing a closed robe. Her wet hair fell in long strands over her shoulders. She was radiating beauty.

"Hi, handsome," she said, smiling at me, her eyes locked on mine.

Before I could say anything, she leaned over me, pushing me down gently on the couch as she again kissed me. I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her gently to me. I kissed her lips, then her left cheek. I moved to her neck, kissing and then nibbling. She sighed happily, stroking my back. I began to move my fingers through her hair, but this turned out to be a bad idea, and I found myself slightly tangled. I felt embarrassed.

"Sorry. You think I'd be better at this by now," I said sheepishly.

Jennifer giggled again and said, "I think you're doing just fine," and leaned in to kiss me again.

I again nibbled her neck, and then her earlobe. By this point her breathing was growing heavy. She fumbled with my t-shirt, and pulled it over my head. I don't think I'm in terribly good shape, but she smiled at me. She seemed pleased.

I began to kiss lower on her neck, reaching the collar of her robe. She gently loosened her robe and allowed it to fall off her shoulders, but still covering her chest. She looked at me seductively, but beaming, and still slightly shy. Her perfect teeth glistened.

I began to kiss her shoulders and made my way to the top of her breasts. I wasn't sure how far she would let me go, but she lowered the robe as I made my way down. My tongue felt the edge of her areolas. Then, suddenly, the point of her left nipple caught on the robe momentarily and was then exposed to me, followed by the right. Her breasts were beautiful, with somewhat large --but certainly not too large-- areolas and erect nipples. I've never been much for "sizing" a breast, but I would guess they were c-cups, and perfectly proportional to her curvy frame.

I sucked on her delicious nipples, making them even harder as my tongue carressed them. My hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them and, with my index fingers, stroking whichever nipple was not currently attended to by my tongue. She was smiling down at me, breathing faster as I enjoyed her.

She undid my pants and slid them off of me, and it was quite easy to see the erection that was now pushing against my boxer shorts. Jennifer smiled that perfect smile, gazed at me with her dark eyes, and gingerly carressed my cock through the material. She looked down and slowly removed my boxers, exposing my erect penis, which sprung ridiculously upwards when loosed from its cotton prison. She licked her lips seductively and softly licked the tip, then took my cock in her mouth.

Now, a confession I need to make that this point in the story is that, until this point in my life, I had never received a blow job, at least not one that lasted more than a few awkward seconds. Cheryl had attempted to once, after much pleading from me, but made it very clear that she was not enjoying what she was doing and refused to ever get her mouth anywhere near that part of my body again. That pathetic excuse for oral sex had lasted all of three seconds, and nothing more than the tip of my penis had ever been in anyone's mouth then or ever, until this moment.

I say this only to express how wonderful it felt to have this beautiful woman sucking on me. I was thirty-five, and this was my first ever actual blow job. The first time I had sex was seventeen, with the woman who would become my wife, but even though I had stuck my tongue in her pussy hundreds or thousands of times over the course of our relationship, it had never been properly reciprocated. Well, Jennifer was definitely making up for it. She slurped, moaned, really seemed to enjoy herself. It was amazing. It took all of my concentration to resist cumming in her mouth. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to, and I also wasn't sure if this was going to be it or if we were going to actually make love.

Fortunately, I made the right decision. Jennifer looked up, stroking my cock, which was now very wet from her saliva. She could apparently read the pleasure in my face, because she laughed and kissed me again. Then she leaned back, still covering her bottom half with the robe, but propping her left leg on the couch, while her right leg touched the floor. I took it as an invitation, especially when I read the wanting look in her eyes.

I returned my attention to her breasts, just in case they had forgotten me, and then made my way down to her stomach, as she pulled the robe open just enough to give me access to new, previously unseen areas of her sweet, pale skin. As I got closer to her still-shrouded vagina, she hesitated with the robe. I looked up at her and she studied my face for a moment.

"I need to warn you. I'm kind of hairy down there. I've never shaved it... I don't know why. I- I hope that doesn't bother you?"

I smiled at her warmly. "No, that sounds perfect to me, Jennifer."

She smiled back, her face growing slightly red, and then she sat up and kissed me again.

"You're amazing," she whispered, and I loved the feeling of her hot breath on my ear.

Jennifer leaned back again, bit her lip slightly, and spread her legs. She pulled her robe open and exposed herself fully to me.

Her vagina was covered in a generous coat of black pubic hair, as dark as the hair on her head. It wasn't chaotic or unkempt or anything. She obviously took care of herself. But it was natural, as natural a bush as I had seen with my own eyes since the early days of my relationship with Cheryl, before she began keeping it meticulously trimmed and sometimes shaved. I hated the fact that Cheryl did that. I had liked it the way it was before, but it was her body so I never said anything about it.

But enough about Cheryl. Before me was a beautiful, slightly spread vagina, belonging to a woman with a good heart and for whom I felt very close to even though we only met a few hours earlier. For a few moments, I simply gazed at her beauty. I drank it all in. Jennifer was somewhat lying on her robe on the couch, the front of her naked body with its soft, perfect, pale skin now visible to my eyes. I wanted to dive in and taste her, but I wanted to keep the tension and mystery going for a few more moments.

So I kissed her left leg just above the knee, and then kissed the corresponding spot on her right leg. I slowly made my way up each of her thighs, kissing and running my tongue along her soft skin and then attending to the other thigh, then back. She just looked at me and smiled, sometimes closing her eyes and gripping at the couch cushion with her left hand. Her right hand squeezed the cushion she was lying on. She was getting turned on by my attention to her thighs. They were creamy, delicious. But, I was certain, not as delicious as what lay at the area where they met.

I had soon made my way up to the edge of her pubic hair, and the intoxicating scent of her vagina met my nose. I brought my nose to a point just above her spread vulva and breathed her in. I can't even describe how welcome this scent was to me. I wanted to kneel between her legs and simply smell her for a long period of time, but I was afraid she would find that very strange, so I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and tasted her outer labia for the first time.

She tasted wonderful, even in this outer region, and it promised even better and richer flavors just an inch or so away. I wanted to take my time, though, so I licked her outer lips for a time, sometimes taking them in my mouth and sucking on them gently. I then spread her lips further, burying my mouth in her gaping vagina, and took hold of her hands as I began to feast.

Something I noticed immediately was that she was very wet already. Her juices practically flowed from her, and I enjoyed the wetness as it touched my lips. I ran my tongue up and down her vaginal slit, exploring her exterior folds and lips. My tongue met her clitoris, and I gently flicked it and ran my tongue against it on either side. She was now squeezing my hands and moaning softly. Her clit was hard against my tongue, but I was somewhat inexperienced in this area as, in my attempts to pleasure Cheryl in this way, she had always pushed me away when my tongue met her clitoris.

However, despite my inexperience, I was apparently doing well, as Jennifer thrust her pelvis rhythmically into my face. My tongue entered her vagina, and I pushed my face into her so that I could thrust it as deeply as possible. The sweet mix of flavors met my tongue, and I began to use my lips and tongue to devour her juices. My tongue explored her, thrusting deep inside, sometimes in a circular pattern around her inner walls, and sometimes thrusting as deep as I could get it inside her.

I suddenly noticed that she was beginning to moan louder. "Oh god, John, oh god..." It went on like this for a while, me exploring every inch of her vagina that I could conceivably reach, and her moaning and speaking my name.

I began to suck on her clit, and it was not long after this that she announced that she was going to explode. And explode she did. Hot liquid hit me in the face, temporarily blinding me. This had never happened before in my sexual experience, so I hadn't gotten out of the way in time. Jennifer giggled between gasps and moans, and she handed me a towel which, thoughtfully, she had kept by the couch, within arm's reach.

"I thought that was a possibility, so I planned ahead," she said, grinning at me sweetly.

I wiped off my face as best I could. She stood up, a process which was made difficult by the fact that her legs were now shaking, and led me by the hand to her bedroom.

Jennifer lay on her bed, spreading her legs in invitation to me. I climbed on top of her, and felt her pubic hair tickle the shaft of my penis. I wasn't sure if I should kiss her, since my face had just been covered in her juices, but she made the first move and began to kiss me passionately again.

She reached down and took hold of my cock, positioning it at the mouth of her vagina. I slid it in, and she gasped and then smiled at me. We lay there for a few moments, just looking into each other's eyes, kissing each other with brief pecks every few seconds, and enjoying the feeling of our bodies together. Her nipples, which were still erect, poked my chest, and I enjoyed how they felt.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly.

"I'm just... overwhelmed. You're so perfect."

"Liar," she said, grinning.

"I think you are."

"Mmm, John," she said, "Mmm, fuck me."

I started to thrust, slowly but firmly. She kept looking into my eyes, breathing heavily and kissing me whenever she had the impulse, which was often. I began to thrust harder and faster, not breaking eye contact. I had never felt closer to anyone. I often had to fight the urge to cum too quickly, a difficult thing to do considering how wonderful her tight vagina felt around me. I kissed her, kissed her, I don't think I've ever kissed so much in such a short amount of time. I loved how she kissed me, I loved looking at her as she did it, how her dark eyes opened and closed as we made love on her bed.

Many minutes went by, and whenever I was close to going over the edge, she let me stop and just kiss her, to keep the moment going as long as possible. She was headed towards the edge herself, even though she had, only minutes earlier, shot me in the face with her orgasm.

Finally, we both reached a point where we were nearing the point of exploding together. There was nothing spoken about it. We simply understood it, through some profound connection. I began to thrust harder, lifting her body each time. She was biting her lip, moaning, trying to contain the urge to scream in pleasure. I knew. I knew she was going to have another orgasm. I knew just as well as I knew that I was.

Then, in perfect synchronization, we came at the right moment, gasping and holding each other, my cock erupting inside her, and her vagina contracting around my shaft. It was incredible, indescribable. I collapsed on top of her, my cock still spasming as the last drops of cum drenched her inner walls.

Eventually, after more kissing and nibbling, we relaxed and fell asleep.



I was lying in her bed, naked, when Jennifer woke me up. I had no sense of how much time had passed, as it had been morning when we arrived, and late morning when we fell asleep together. She told me that it was still afternoon, and we had only slept for a few hours, but she wanted to show me something.

She brought in a laptop computer, and there was a small video camera connected to the USB port.

"I'm just getting it ready now," she said, beaming, and I noticed that she was still very much naked herself. I didn't know what she was talking about, but I stroked her back and held her close to me as she clicked on some icons excitedly.

"Okay, here it is. I hope you like it," she said, and immediately after that a window popped up.

It was a video. In it, Jennifer was standing in the bathroom, grinning into the camera with those perfect eyes and teeth. On the video, she whispered, "Hi, John! You're asleep in the bedroom, but I wanted to do something for you. You see, I'm still thinking about you, and I'm still horny just thinking about you, so I need to take care of something."

The camera then shook and panned around chaotically as she moved it, but soon I was greeted with an image of her glistening pubic hair and spread vagina. She was sitting on the bathroom floor, the camera aimed between her legs. She picked up the camera briefly and said, "Remember her? You made her very happy. Let me show you how happy she still is."

And with this, the camera returned to its position between her legs, and sweet Jennifer began to finger herself furiously. "Mmm, John, oh John, I can't stop thinking about you," she whispered on the video, but I had to listen closely to hear her because her vagina was so wet that most of what I could hear were the sounds of her masturbation. I was instantly aroused while watching the video, but mixed in were deeper emotions. What she had done for me was not only sexy but extremely thoughtful, and I almost began to cry.

When the video ended, Jennifer looked at me, smiling, and I kissed her deeply. We placed the laptop on the desk nearby and made love again, and it was just as meaningful and beautiful as it had been a few hours earlier, if not more so.

When we were done, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I felt safe, wanted, loved, satisfied, and happier than I remembered ever being. When I would wake up and open my eyes, I would smile at the perfect, beautiful girl who lay beside me and would kiss her softly on the cheek before drifting off to sleep again. I was many miles from what, a week ago, I would have called my home, but I felt like this was home. And I knew that Jennifer was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I'm still here in Nebraska with Jennifer. We don't live in that small apartment anymore, having traded it for a two-story house with some land, but we still remember it fondly. We still kiss every chance we get, we still make love each time as if it's our first, and we fall asleep, happy and satisfied, knowing that our home is wherever the two of us are together.