Ep. 02 Love Me Tomorrow

On his knees, Randy slipped in behind her. When he was close enough, he put the head of his cock just outside of Rachel's pussy and slid it in slowly.

"Stop, baby," she told him, when he had the first inch of himself inside her hot tunnel, and he wondered if he had hurt her in some way with his entrance.

She didn't leave him wondering long, though. Arching her back gently and pressing against the headboard with her hands, She began to rock her body backwards, slowly engulfing him, taking an inch at a time until she had herself fully impaled on him. With every movement of her body, she groaned loudly with the pleasure of being filled with him.

"Damn, baby, you feel good!" Randy said, gripping her hips with his hands and savoring the feeling of her heated depths as they embraced him..

"Enjoying the view back there?" Rachel chuckled, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"Baby, you have no idea!" Randy said with a grin.

Wiggling her ass around his cock, she said, "Actually, I've got a pretty good idea. Now give it to me, Randy. . . I want you . . . "

Randy started slowly, as much to stave off his own orgasm as to build Rachel up. She moaned happily, pushing her ass back with each thrust of Randy's cock. His grip tightened around her hips as their lovemaking grew in intensity. She could feel Randy's balls slapping against her clit gently, causing her to buck even more against him.

"Oh yeah, baby," she cried, "that feels so good. Fuck me harder . . . uuunnggghhh . . ."

Randy was happy to comply, kneading the cheeks of her ass with each thrust. The kneading motion brought his forefinger in light, grazing strokes across Rachel's puckered anus. It took him a few moments, but eventually he noticed it, and changed his grip so that the finger wouldn't intrude.

"Don't," she moaned, a plaintive note to her voice. "Don't move it, baby! Go ahead and put your finger in me! Be gentle, though."

Randy slid his cock from her dripping slit briefly, allowing his fingers room to dip inside and catch some of her juices, drawing them upward and spreading it across her rosebud. When he had it lubricated to a degree he thought sufficient, he slipped his cock back into her again and gently inserted his finger slowly inside Rachel's ass. A brief bit of experimentation gave him time to find a good rhythm for both his cock and finger to stroke in and out of her.

"Oh god yes, I love that," Rachel panted. "Now fuck me hard . . . I wanna cum all over that wonderful cock."

Burying his finger completely in her ass, Randy began pumping his cock into her soft, wet velvet as hard and as fast as he could. Rachel cried out, clutching the sheets harder with each thrust. She tried to keep up with her effort to meet him halfway with every stroke, but her rhythm was starting to falter as the pleasures overwhelmed her. Shudders wracked her body as his balls slapped against her engorged clit.

Suddenly, Randy felt his cock being clasped by Rachel's pussy, and felt her juices begin to run down his thigh.

"Oh, god, baby, you got me!" she wailed. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaaaiiiiieeeeeee!"

The combination of sensations -- the feel of her pussy clutching his shaft, her seeming delight at his finger buried in her rectum, the sound of her cries and wails -- loomed over him like a sudden tidal wave and crashed down on him. He barely had time to give her warning of his own nearing climax.

"Me, too, baby!" he managed to grunt.

"Don't cum yet, baby," Rachel pleaded.

She pulled herself from him with a sudden heave. Whipping around, she put her mouth on his cock as quickly as she could, stroking it with her hand as she did so. He cried out as his balls shot a geyser of cum down her throat. As she relished the taste of him, Rachel pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the remainder of his seed splash against her face and cascade onto her breasts.

When his spurting ceased, she drew back slightly and made him watch while she massaged his cream into her breasts like precious skin lotion, with one hand, while the other collected the cum from her face and drew it all into her mouth. She paused, then, kneeling on the mattress in front of him, and looking slightly up at him through half-hooded eyes. Opening her mouth wide, she displayed his cum, pooled on her tongue, while her lips curled in a seductive smile. Tilting her chin upward, she brought another drop of his seed to her lips and sucked it off, then let the tip of her finger trace downward along her chin and onto her throat, following the contraction of her throat muscles as she swallowed his offering. The display was so hot that Randy found himself shuddering.

"Looks like we learn pretty quickly!" she said with a laugh as she licked the last of his essence from her fingers. "And to think that, until last night, we were both virgins."

Randy nodded enthusiastically. He lost coherence, though, when his eyes met hers as she looked up at him. He ran his fingers through her long brown hair and smiled. He couldn't imagine being with anyone other than this radiant goddess before him.

The radiant goddess smiled back at him.

"I love you, Randy," she told him quietly. The look in her eyes told him that, while her voice was soft and sweet and low, her heart and soul were screaming the words at the top of their lungs.

"I love you too, Rachel," he said. And he meant it, with all of him. The thought of first loves hardly ever lasting forever reared its ugly head in his brain, and he squashed it the way he would squash a noisome cockroach. He knew that he could search the whole world over, and never find another woman to compare with the one whose deep chocolate eyes now gazed so steadily into his.

They relaxed then, collapsing onto the bed with arms gently about each other, enjoying the sweet afterglow of their spent passion, and Randy drew a deep breath. It was then that he became aware of the pungent smell of their lovemaking, as well as his own stench. Rachel had bathed before their first heated bout of sex, the night before, but he hadn't had time to do so before she'd drawn him to her bed. He marveled that she hadn't commented on the smell of sweat on his body. He'd spent the earlier hours of the evening under hot stage lights, sweating out his music to the crowd at the club, and he could certainly smell its after-effects, mixed in with the heavy aroma of sex.

"Let's go take a shower, baby," he said.

Rachel caught a whiff and said, "Whew! Yeah, let's! We could both use one! But we can do that in a few minutes. I want to try something else, first, though."

"What might that be?" he asked her, chuckling. Offhand, he could really only think of one thing they hadn't tried, during the last twelve or so hours.

In answer, she leaned toward her nightstand and came back with her pack of Turkish Jades, the ashtray, and her lighter. Tapping one of the cigarettes loose from the pack, she took it daintily between the first two fingers of her left hand and brought it nearly to her lips.

"Can I have a light, darling?" she giggled at him.

Randy grabbed the lighter from where she'd dropped it on the bed, flicking it to life and raising it toward the tip of her cigarette as she closed her lips around the filter. She guided his hand, and the flame, with her free hand, making sure to gently stroke his palm with her thumb in the process. He watched as the end of the cigarette grew bright orange and her cheeks hollowed, slightly, with the force of her draw. Then she pulled the cigarette away and opened her mouth to inhale. A tiny wisp of smoke tried to escape, only to be drawn back as she inhaled deeply.

Rachel hadn't smoked, when he knew her back in high school. It was possible that she'd started, since a number of other girls in their class had already taken up the habit, but he'd never seen her indulge in it. She had only smoked in front of him once, thus far, and that had been last night, on the way from that gas station to her house. It had been a bit of a surprise to him that she had started, but he'd been too busy concentrating on driving through the pouring rain to really pay any attention.

Now that he didn't have to worry about rain-slicked roads and heavy traffic, Randy watched her, almost mesmerized. He'd never thought of smoking as having any sort of erotic aspect, even though he'd seen some occasional Internet references to that notion. The way Rachel smoked, though... There was definitely a sensual quality to her actions. The way she wrapped her moist lips around the filter subtly reminded him of those same lips, as she'd wrapped them around his cock. The creamy white ball of smoke, as it hung in her mouth in that moment when she opened it to inhale became overlaid with the image of her displaying his cum to him, pooled on her tongue just before she swallowed it.

"Yessss!" she breathed the word out with the smoke she exhaled, rousing him out of his study of her.

"Yes, what, babe?" he asked her. "And what is it, that you wanted to try, before we hit the shower?"

"This, darling," she giggled, holding the Jade out in front of him. "I've heard some of the girls at school say that the very best cigarette of the day is the one after you've just been fucked totally senseless. I wanted to find out if it's true."

"Well, is it?" he chuckled as he asked her.

She took another deep drag, pumped again and inhaled a second time on top of the first, and then held the Jade out to him.

"Try it and see," she urged him, her words punctuated with little clouds of exhaled smoke.

He took the cigarette from her fingertips and brought it to his lips, taking a deep drag. It wasn't his own brand, but he'd left his own on the dash of his van, last night. He hadn't anticipated his doing anything more than walking her to her door. He certainly hadn't imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that she would invite him into her house and then into her bed. When she had appeared before him, freshly-showered and standing there in that diaphanous nightgown, and asked him to make love to her, going out to his van for a pack of smokes had been the absolute last thing on his mind!

She was right, though. Smoke after sex was absolutely the best!

"We're going to do this a lot," he grinned, passing the cigarette back to her as he vented his exhale at the ceiling.

"What?" she asked him. "Sharing a smoke, or smoking after sex?"

"Both, of course," he giggled.

"I agree!" she nodded. "Especially that smoking-after-sex part!"

She took another long drag and passed the cigarette back to him. He brought the filter nearly to his lips, then paused.

"How long have you been smoking?" he asked her. Taking a drag, he passed the Jade back to her.

"Since I was about sixteen," she answered. "Why? Does it bother you?"

"How can it bother me, if I smoke, too?" he shrugged. "I was just curious. What got you into it?"

"Eh, it was the classic 'trying to fit in' bullshit," Rachel admitted. "Not to mention the crap I get into for being a fat girl."

"I see," he said, nodding for Rachel to go on.

"Anyways," she continued, exhaling a cloud of smoke through her nostrils. "I went to the girls' room and saw some of the seniors smoking and I asked them why they started. At first they gave me shit, thinking I was gonna narc on them. But I explained that I was simply curious and they told me that it was good stress relief."

Rachel paused, pulling a drag from the Jade. She passed it to Randy, who took one and handed it back. There was only a drag left, so she took it and stubbed out the butt, immediately lighting a second cigarette.

"So," she continued as she exhaled, "one of the girls handed me one to try. You can imagine the coughing I did after that first drag! After the second drag, though, it became second nature to me and I had to admit that it felt wonderful. Looking back, I think they started me on the habit to prevent me from busting them but I don't mind so much. But after that, I'd join some of the girls outside at the back of the gym after school for a smoke or two. Those times were some of the few pleasant memories I have from school."

"So when did your folks catch you?" Randy asked her, accepting the Jade for a drag and then passing it back. "I'm assuming that your parents found out somehow or else you wouldn't have your own ashtray in your bedroom."

"It only took them a couple of weeks to find out," Rachel said with a chuckle. "I was having a smoke outside the fence at school when my mom drove by. Funny, she wasn't nearly as steamed as thought she would be."

"Oh?" Randy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, she was pissed as hell at first!" Rachel said wide-eyed. "I expected to be grounded for a month for that. But to my surprise, we went to Cumby's and she asked me what I was smoking. I told her 'Camel Turkish Jades'. She came out with an entire carton."

"Sounds like your mother's pretty cool," Randy commented.

"She was more pissed that I was doing it behind her back," Rachel admitted. "She made sure to leave out some of the details to Daddy when she explained that I started smoking. He just shrugged and took another drag off his Marlboro. Every morning since then, Mom and I would sit and have a pleasant conversation over coffee and a cigarette . . . it was nice! That is until she admitted that cigarettes are an appetite suppressant and she hoped that it'd help me lose weight."

She paused for a moment, looking down at the space of mattress between them, taking another drag.

'What's wrong, baby?" he asked her.

"I'm not too 'big' for you, am I?"

Randy reached out a gentle finger to her chin, lifting her face to look at him again.

"I told you I liked 'big' girls," he smiled softly. "As far as I'm concerned, there's just that much more of you for me to put my arms around, and hold."

"God, you say the nicest things, baby," she grinned at him, then pulled him close for a long and tongue-filled kiss. Randy had heard the old saying, that kissing someone who smokes is like kissing an ashtray. He really couldn't understand it. Rachel's smoky breath tasted heavenly to him.

They finished the rest of that second cigarette together in relative silence, each finding their mind awhirl with thoughts that needed sifting, examining. Eventually, Rachel took the last drag and crushed the butt out in the small ashtray.

"Let's get cleaned off and get some breakfast, baby," she suggested.

"Right!" Randy agreed. "Then we can get dirty and smelly all over again!"

Rachel laughed and gently slapped his arm.

He grabbed her, putting his mouth to her luscious nipple, and she steeled herself for the expected onslaught of his tongue. She was surprised when he simply blew air out past the lips pressed against her flesh, making a sort-of 'farting' sound. They both laughed as he pulled his lips away.

Twisting her body to free herself of his light grasp, Rachel giggled as she ran into the bathroom, Randy chasing her and occasionally tickling her when he got close enough. Rachel bent over and turned the water on, turning Randy on in the process. She looked back over her shoulder and saw that his cock was surging back to life once more..

"Damn, baby, you do love my ass, don't you?" she laughed.

Randy chuckled and said, "Yeah, well what can I say?"

Rachel stood up straight and turned around, wrapping her arms around her lover and kissing him passionately. Randy held her even closer and kissed her harder. When the two lovers came up for air, Rachel stared up into his soft brown eyes.

"You drive me insane, baby!" she informed him.

"Then, you'll let me know when I've got it down to the point where it's only a short walk?" he chuckled.

She couldn't think of a good retort for that line, and so she reached out and turned on the shower, testing the water with her hand.

"Hope you don't mind the water hot," she said.

"As long as I don't get blisters, I'll be fine," Randy replied with a chuckle.

Rachel stepped into the shower, Randy close behind her. The two lovers were kissing again as soon as the shower door was closed, letting their hands roam freely over each other's wet flesh. When they stopped, they took turns washing each other. Rachel particularly enjoyed washing Randy's hair, as it shone like glistening onyx against her hands. When it was Rachel's turn to have her back washed, she had Randy stand with his back to the showerhead. He then lathered a washcloth and began washing her back all the way down to her ass.

"You know, Randy," Rachel told him quietly, as he ran the soapy rag deep between her buttocks, "I really liked what you did to my butt, earlier."

"Yeah?" he asked, wondering if she was thinking what he thought she was thinking.

"I was just wondering how your cock would feel in there," she confessed, looking over her shoulder to see if he was at all accepting of the idea. Scarcely an hour earlier, she had asked him not to do that very thing. "You don't think that's weird of me, do you?"

Randy smiled, allaying her fears as he stroked a soapy hand between her cheek, pumping his lathered index finger briefly at the pucker of her anus and letting it enter her to the first knuckle.

"Mmmmm," she groaned, wiggling her ass at him with the pleasure of the sensation and gently squeezing her sphincter around his fingertip.

"Just how much porn have you watched, woman?" he asked her, stepping close behind her and wrapping his free arm around her.

Somewhat reluctantly, because the move required him to remove his finger from her, she turned slowly within the circle of his arms. The lather coating her body made the sensation of her skin against his feel absolutely heavenly, especially when her hardened nipples dragged across his chest.

"A lot, baby!" she laughed. "My dad would kill me if he knew how long I've been raiding his stash of magazines and videos! How do you think I 'learned' about how to make love to a man?"

Somewhat reluctantly, she slipped free of him for the length of time it took her to open the shower stall door, grapple for something on the counter by the sink, and then close the door again. She handed him a bottle of baby oil.

"From what I've read, you're gonna need a lot of this stuff, or else it'll hurt like hell," she said, then turned away from him and bent over, presenting her ass to him once more. "Let's try this, baby, before I chicken out. Please?"

Randy poured a liberal amount of baby oil onto his cock and down the valley between the cheeks of her ass. She purred happily as he massaged the oil onto her rosebud. She purred louder as he inserted his finger into her again and began stroking it in and out. Gradually, at first, and then more rapidly, he felt her sphincters loosen enough to allow a second digit to accompany the first.
Another couple minutes worth of stroking and she was ripe for a third digit, and let him know it.

"Can you add another finger, darling?" she begged, then groaned in sheer ecstasy as his third finger joined the first two in stretching her rosebud open. It had taken her a few moments before she realized what he was doing -- gently stretching her opening wider and wider, to lessen the shock when he gave her what she really wanted there -- and she absolutely adored him for it. She was sure that none of the other boys at school would have taken this much care for her.

"That's it, lover," she goaded him. "Stretch my ass with your fingers, and get it ready for your big cock! God, it feels so gooooodddd!"

Looking over her shoulder at him, she let him see the glaze of pleasure that filled her eyes as she humped her ass on his fingers and stroked her clit with one hand.

"I think I'm ready to try it, baby," she told him finally. Reaching back, she spread her ass cheeks with her hands, to allow him a less-obstructed access.