Girlfriend Experience

"For taking care of my sister."

"No big deal."

We held the gaze for a long moment.

God, her eyes are so beautiful.

"I gotta go," I whispered. Not wanting to. At all.

She put a hand on my shoulder, gently turned me doorward. "So... go."

I left.

***

It was mid-afternoon by the time I got back home, wearing the dressy clothes I had changed into at work. Alexis' van was still in the driveway, but in a different spot, close to the third bay door. Like she'd gotten it out of the way of the moving van so they could unload closer to the house.

I tapped the garage door button, and it slowly trundled up.

Wonder if Alexis brought Cheri home?

I checked my watch. Nah. She said it would take longer than this to finish painting the apartment.

I parked the car, went thru the interior garage door, walked down the hallway toward the front room and stairs. "Hey, Alexis?"

"Back here," she called.

I went into the living room. It was no longer empty. Paintings on the wall, Cheri's couch and coffee table placed, her dining table and chair over in the dining nook by the bay windows pop out. Some unopened moving boxes on the island in the kitchen, but the essentials -- a butcher block of knives, a blender for cocktails -- on the countertop by the range.

Hunh. Nice to have furniture. Who knew?

"Hey, Alexis, where are you?" I called, looking upstairs.

Is she setting up Cheri's bedroom furniture in one of the guest rooms upstairs?

"In here." Calling from the master bedroom.

Must be hanging pictures there.

I walked over, through the open door.

Alexis was sitting on the bed, wearing lacy white lingerie -- panties, bra, see thru negligee, and matching high heels. She stood up, looked at me shyly.

"Do you like it?"

What the fuck?

I stared, my heart hammering away in my chest. Turned on, and worried as hell at all the red flags popping up like crazy in my mind.

I whispered, "What the fuck?"

Alexis stepped deep into my personal space, looking up at me, her eyes worried now. She gently put a hand on my shoulder. "Did I misread...?"

"Uh... look... Alexis..."

"You're not attracted to me?" Her hand dropped to her side. I could see tears gathering.

"Fuck yes, I am. Not the point."

"Cheri said it was OK. So..."

I took out my phone. "Not that I doubt your veracity, but... I gotta call." I hit speed dial for Cheri's number. Put it on speakerphone.

Cheri answered on the second ring. "Hey Hunter."

"I'm on speakerphone at the house with Alexis. She's... uh. She's wearing lingerie." I braced for impact.

"Hey Alexis."

"Hi sis."

"Did you..." I trailed off.

"Your black lingerie? No... gotta be the virginal white."

"You... KNEW?"

"It's OK, Hunter. But. Do you find her sexy? Don't lie."

I waited a beat, still holding Alexis' eyes, not daring to look south toward her voluptuous body. "Um... this feels like like a trap."

"Deflection. Answer the question, dammit."

"She's in a two way tie for sexiest woman alive."

"Oooh. Such a diplomat."

Alexis wrapped her arms around my neck, blinking back tears. "You think I'm that sexy?"

Cherie: "Will you kiss her, for fuck's sake? It's OK. What are you waiting for?"

I leaned way down -- I was over a foot taller than Alexis -- and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Wondering what the fuck...

She kissed back, soft at first. Then passionately.

I pulled away, oh so reluctantly. "Cherie? You want to explain?"

"You're straight-ish. I was wondering how the fuck that was gonna work. Then I saw the thunderbolt strike you two. The way you looked at her like you look at me. Yes?"

I stared at the phone.

"Yes?" she repeated.

"God help me. Yes."

"She's my baby sis. She's the one person in the world I could share with you. So you could have everything you need."

Alexis' arms were still around my neck, and she was still searching me with those incredible hazel-green eyes. Silently waiting for a question.

"Alexis. Can you share?"

"Yes. Oh my god, yes."

Cherie: "I'm gonna hang up now. Let you two talk. Or... something. Bye, sis. See y'all later."

She hung up.

I put the phone back in my pocket, feeling surreal. Sooo many red flags. Sexy, beautiful red flags.

Alexis pulled my head down and kissed me. Thoroughly. Whispered, "Lay me on the bed. Tell me what you like about my body. Then touch it."

I picked her up, barely. All those curves weighed a lot. Luckily, I'm strong.

I tossed her in the middle of the bed, causing her to gasp and squeak with excitement. "Spread your legs apart a little for me." She was still wearing her white high heels, which seemed a little slutty and a whole lot sexy.

She shyly opened them more, watching me.

I took off my dress shoes and socks, then climbed on the bed, still clothed in a black dress shirt and slacks. Got both knees between her parted legs. Roughly pushed them wider open. She gasped, her eyes bright with excitement.

I lay on top of her, in pre-missionary position. Kissed her again.

"Tell me what you find sexy and beautiful about my body, and what you don't. And be completely honest. Please?"

Whoa, sounds like a trap. Should...

"Hunter?"

"Hmm?"

"Stop overthinking. If you gotta think about it at all... you're probably working on a white lie. Now -- go."

Oh, shit. Fucking do it. Or she'll leave.

"I love your eyes. They're so gorgeous. I especially love those bedroom eyelids. Close them for a moment?" She did, so I leaned down and kissed her eyelids.

"Your hair." Her eyes opened. "Your long hair is so luxurious and sexy and curly. Been wanting to run my hands thru it since I first saw you." I kissed her forehead at the hairline, once, twice, a third place.

"Touch it."

I did, tentatively at first, then I ran my hands thru it, hoping she wouldn't object to that liberty.

Her eyes shined up at me in acceptance of this ultimate intimacy.

"Oh, I buried the lede..."

"What?"

"My absolute favorite part of your body is your voice. It sounds like liquid butter -- no, liquid sex -- the voice of an angel." I kissed her throat, nibbled and bit at it when she leaned her head back, baring her throat submissively. "Your voice is so beautiful that I sometimes get lost in it. It can distract me from what you're saying."

"I forgive you --"

My forehead crinkled. Dammit, you idi --

" -- for not listening." She smiled with her eyes and lips, then parted them to show gleaming white teeth made even brighter by the darkness of her full lush lips. "Kidding. Sorta."

"Hastily moving on -- your curves. I love your body, so ripe and lush."

"Am I too... lush?"

"Oh, fuck no. You're perfect." I lifted her negligee up toward her chin, and quickly planted kisses all over her rounded belly, since that was likely the curves she felt most insecure about. I bit and licked around her belly button, and then the bottom of her tummy. "I love the delicious curve here where it meets the skin above your pussy hair."

"Whoa, tiger. Head north again. Take it slow." She began unbuttoning my shirt. I shrugged it off, one arm, then the other. Flung it away.

I pulled her negligee over her head as she lifted her arms to assist, tossed it aside.

"I love your skin, so smooth, so sexy and dark." I kissed her skin on her left side, heading upwards.

"Is it too dark?" she said as she undid my belt.

"Overly dark skin is an oxymoron, far as I'm concerned."

"Not sure that's an oxymoron, but I'll take it," she said, unzipping my pants and tugging them down. I kicked them off, flung them away, now just wearing boxer shorts.

I kissed upwards while running my hands over her lacy silky bra. I pondered the logistics for a moment -- getting at the clasp in the back would interrupt the flow -- then just pulled the cups up to expose her huge breasts. She had large, almost black areolas and puffy nipples, lovely islands on the surrounding lighter brown skin. "I love your breasts. And those gorgeous dark nipples." I put my mouth on her left nipple, sucking and nibbling, until she squeaked from the beginning of pain outweighing the pleasure.

Meanwhile my hands roamed down and slid under her butt, squeezing her ginormous booty, reveling in the soft squeezy goodness. "And I loooooove your magnificent booty."

"Hunter?"

"Lemme just pre-empt your likely question -- a 'huge booty' -- that's a compliment, not a pejorative phrase, far as I'm concerned."

"Wasn't gonna ask that, since I've seen you ogling my butt, making it abundantly clear where you stood on that topic. But..."

"Butt?"

"B-U-T. Try to keep up."

"Yes?"

"How do you feel about my pussy?" Her eyes sparkled with -- lust? Wicked intent? "You can kiss me there now. If you like it, that is."

My lips and tongue teased downwards, as I scooted down her body. "I love your voluptuous, strong thighs", I said, squeezing them, feeling the feminine softness over the large muscles below. I deliberately lingered there, licking and kissing each side -- another thing plenty of women feel insecure about -- until she said, "Enough teasing, for fuck's sake," and her hand gently guided my head to the black V of her sex.

She had a lightly trimmed and shaped bush, with tightly curled black pubic hair, and an almost jet black pubic mound and pussy lips.

""So fucking sexy," I said, inhaled her musky, intoxicating scent. "You smell sooo good."

Alexis lifted her head a bit to see over the soft mound of her belly. "Is it too black?"

"Can we stipulate that 'too black' ain't a thing?" I pulled her white panties to one side.

"So stipulated, counselooooooooouuuurrrrr", she moaned out as I gave her pussy lips several quick licks. Her body jolted as I slowly dragged my tongue along the length of her hot outer labia. Her pussy lips and her clit were bigger than almost any woman I'd fucked -- and that would be a lot of women, mid- to high double digits -- though way smaller than Cheri's corresponding body parts. I decided to keep all of those detail to myself, Alexis' insistence on full disclosure notwithstanding, and distract her with lickage. Nooo fucking upside to talking about any of THAT.

Not my first rodeo, ma'am.

I put my hands on her upper thighs and spread them wider apart, meeting no resistance to making herself more vulnerable and available.

I suddenly slowed down, teasing her, flicking my tongue, barely touching her black lips, and she groaned and thrust her hips up.

"Don't stop, baby," she said. "Oh, god, it feels sooo fucking good." She gently put a hand on the back of my neck and urged me deeper into a nirvana of muskiness and primal scents, a faint hint of the smell and taste of the ancient oceans we still emulate and carry in every cell of our bodies.

Her pubic hair was tickling my face, her hands stroking my hair as she cried out and bucked and thrashed, having rolling wave after wave of orgasms, something that all men and most women can only envy having. I licked harder, my tongue rough against the silky smoothness of her sex, and penetrated her with my tongue, her inner depths a startling pink contrast to the blackness of her outer skin.

She wrapped her legs around my head, her soft plump thighs enveloping me, in an ecstatic embrace that might have been claustrophobic if I hadn't been otherwise preoccupied giving myself to her with my tongue and lips and hands and fingernails.

I lost myself in the flow, in the Zen focus on the moment, pleasuring Alexis for an unknown time until she released me from her thighs, put her hands under my armpits, and gently tugged up.

"I'm ready," she said.

I gave that a Medium Ignore, kept licking her clit, enjoying her jolting with each flick of my tongue.

Alexis tugged harder. "I'm READY. Lie on top of me."

I acceded to her demands, moving up until I was looking into her eyes and my hard dick was slightly parting her abundantly wet pussy lips. I resisted the urge to plunge inside, teasing her.

She reached between us and grasped my shaft. Rubbed it up and down her wetness. Lightly tugged forward. "Fuck me, baby. Now," she gasped.

I pushed gently, intending to tease her. Didn't get inside.

Damn, she's really tight. Almost tighter than anal.

"Harder," Alexis said.

I shoved as hard as I could, and finally got inside. Alexis bit her lip and cried out, as if in pain. I stopped moving.

"Did I hurt you?"

"A little."

"What happ --" Oh. Oh my god. "Are you a... virgin??"

"Not any more. Fuck me!"

Fuck. Me. "How?"

I slowly pushed halfway inside. Teasing her, tentative because despite having had sex with so many women, she was my first virgin.

Instead of answering, Alexis wrapped her legs around my back and carefully laid her heels against my butt, urging me inside, cautiously pressing with the sides of her stiletto high heels rather stabbing my buttocks with the sharp tips. She shoved hard, forcing me inside all the way into her silky slippery wet depth, a... victorious?... look on her face.

What the fuck is going on here?

I stared into her eyes and crinkled my forehead, still enveloped by her oh so amazing cunt. "How is a beautiful woman like you still a virgin?"

Her eyes crinkled in merriment. In the kind of voice you'd use with an inquisitive five year old, except drenched in irony: "When a daddy doesn't love a mommy enough, or would be a bad daddy, a mommy with lots of self-respect doesn't let them in her pussy."

I silently took that in. My penis had softened inside her, because when the big head is thinking hard, the little head doesn't stay hard.

Alexis: "Shorter -- you're the only man I've ever met who I wanted to give my virginity to."

"You've never done anything with a man?"

"Oh, plenty of things. Just not... that."

I thought about asking if she had given blowjobs or anal or...

Nah. Bad idea.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in, inches from her stunning eyes, and whispered, "I can tell what you're thinking, Hunter. Everything but that, OK? Now... please?" she said in that unbelievably sexy voice. Then kissed me, a lingering unhurried seduction.

I felt myself grow hard again inside her, wrapped... trapped?... in her arms and legs, her femininely soft belly against mine, completely enveloped and in thrall to the first woman I'd felt that thunderbolt of immediate attraction to.

"I see you," I said, slowly resuming fucking her. "I feel you. God help me, I want you more than I've ever wanted someone before."

"Even my sister?"

I felt the sharp edge of danger in that question. Which was really hot. I began thrusting deep inside her, feeling the heat, the first warning of the need to cum, cum deep inside her, overwhelming me. Taking me.

"Close. Your sister is so close. But not quite the recklessness I feel with you. The need to give you anything you want."

"Anything?"

I began frantically fucking the hell out of her, nearing the point of no return. "God help me -- anything."

She tightened her hold on my neck, dragging my left ear to her lips. Whispered, "I'm not on birth control."

"OK."

"I want you to cum inside me."

"Yes. Jesus. Yes."

"No abortions. You gonna run?" Still whispering in that heavenly voice. That dangerous, recklessness inducing, siren voice.

"I'm here. I'm yours."

"Anything." Not a question.

"I'm gonna cum, baby."

"Anything." An order. A command. She squeezed my torso tighter with her strong legs, pulsed her cunt, gripping and releasing my shaft. Wrapped in her body. She'd trapped me. I wanted to be trapped. Yes. Yes.

"Yes. Fuck. Oh. Oooh. Aaaarrrgh."

"Cum. Cum in me, baby. Now. NOW!"

"Yes! Oooaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhkkkkkk" I made my usual strangled animal 'I'm Cumming' noise as I gave her rope after rope of semen. Filling her ripe, lush body. Letting her steal a piece of me and make it her own.

Giving her a baby. I felt it happen. Feeling the wonder of, for the first time, wanting that, wanting to give anything and everything to her.

Spent, I lay on top of her, crushing her a bit. Gasping for breath. Sealing all my cum inside her, protecting it with my body.

Fearfully waiting for the post nut clarity to strike, to realize that I'd made a colossal mistake.

"You OK, baby?"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

She suddenly rolled me over, surprisingly strong and forceful. Laid on top of me, her body heavy and full, weighing me down. As if she was protecting the sperm inside her, keeping me from leaving.

"Do you wanna leave?"

"Fuck no."

"Don't lie. Please don't. Be brutally honest."

"I'm not leaving you. I can't."

She leaned forward and smothered... mothered?... my face with her voluptuous, amazing breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked and bit, the way a baby would. "Because it'd be your duty? Because you'd feel obligated?"

I reluctantly released her nipple. "Because I'm not a gotdamn fool, giving up you. For fuck's sake, why would I want to do that to myself?" I started sucking her other nipple, while my greedy hands squeezed and kneaded her ginormous sexy ass. Wondering at the joy of having her give me her body.

"Good answer."

I heard the bedroom door squeak, the hinges not fully oiled yet. I remembered it was already opened, so... someone leaning against it?

"Hey, Alexis," Cheri said. A long pause. "Hunter." Her voice was cool. Possibly dangerously so, like she may have regretted giving her consent to the current festivities, now that she saw it in a very non-theoretical light.

I wanted to check those eyes and see what that tone of voice really meant, but my face was covered with breasts, my mouth was fully nippled up, and my body was thoroughly pinned.

"Mmmpphh," I explained.

"I see what you meant about him being endearingly inarticulate," Alexis said.

A long silence -- a worrisomely long lull in the conversation. I kept sucking on a black nipple, because.... well, because I could.

It was an amazing nipple, for fuck's sake. Don't judge.

Then I felt the bed shift as Cheri climbed on it.

It suddenly felt imprudent to have prioritized unpacking all those sharp knives...