Heat Lightning

"I could really go for that kind of arrangement," she said sadly.

"Why not get into one, then?" I asked.

"No one wants me in that way. And when they do it's just once and then they throw me away when they're done with me. Besides, I don't really know many guys. Except for you."

"Aw. Pretty girl like you? I doubt you'll have much trouble," I said sincerely.

"Thank you," Ana said warmly. "But I don't even know how to go about finding someone to have sex with."

"It can take some time. I think it's best when it develops naturally from a . . . friendship." I trailed off when I realized what I was saying.

"I'll bet it would be way better with a friend," she said thoughtfully. "But I'd be worried about ruining the friendship. I'm not that good. At sex, I mean."

"Really? Now why would you think that?"

"I dunno. Just the feeling I get. I suppose it doesn't really matter. I'm kinda submissive anyway, so most of it is on the guy." She giggled, and it sounded nervous.

I hadn't really thought of it (and certainly didn't want to at the moment) but Ana did strike me as the submissive type. She was usually quiet and shy. Seemed to like letting me make decisions for her, like where to eat or what movie we'd watch. She would hint when she wanted to visit me, but always waited for me to invite her. Aside from that night, that is. "Nothing wrong with that," I said. "Everyone is different. You have to go with what works for you."

"Oh, and it does," she agreed eagerly. "There's nothing like giving up all control to a strong guy—letting him take what he wants from me. Mm." Her tone had changed. She was sounding dreamy again, and was clearly getting turned on by thinking about it.

I decided to run with it. "Giving up control can feel great if it's done right."

"Yeah," she breathed. "Being held down, hair pulled, legs spread, him slamming into me until he can't hold back anymore and fills me with-- " she stopped suddenly, gasping. "Oh god. Sorry. I got carried away."

I laughed, feeling my cock rock-hard in my shorts. Luckily this time I was covered by a sheet. "No worries. It's easy to get carried away with this subject."

"What about you?" she asked shyly. "How do you like it?"

I thought about this for a moment. "It never really occurred to me before, but I guess I like being in control," I said finally. "Giving a woman as much pleasure as she can handle. And then a little more."

"That sounds incredible," she said, still sounding distracted. "I would love to be taken to that point."

"I'm sure you will be," I said, biting my lip and wondering how we'd gotten on this topic. We'd talked about sex before, but always by text. In person she would blush furiously, stammer and change the subject. But not tonight. And our choice of conversation was making things worse. I was more pent up than ever. I wished I'd taken more time in the bathroom. But with the pressure I was dealing with, I doubted it would have helped much.

"I wish it would cool down," she complained, squirming on the couch. Even though it was still raining hard, there was no breeze coming in through the screen on the open door. Which I suppose was good—the air mattress was up against the door and if there was a breeze, it would bring the rain right in. Then I'd have to close the door and we'd be right back in the same position, only then it would be stuffier. It was an exceedingly unpleasant night and the fact that my erection wouldn't go down just made it worse. I wondered if I could stealthily jerk off after she fell asleep. Maybe slip off to the bathroom or my oven of a bedroom, try to make quick work of it. The downside to training yourself to last longer in bed was that masturbation took longer too.

As I was formulating a plan to get myself off as subtly as possible, the minutes stretched out. I found myself dozing. I couldn't seem to stay asleep. One of those times when I briefly drifted off, I awoke to sounds of movement from the couch. I glanced over, but couldn't see much more than shadows. The moon was covered with clouds, and the street lights were too far away to do much good. As I looked, I started to make out a rhythmic sort of movement. There was a soft sigh, almost a moan. Was she—no. Couldn't be. Right?

"Mike?" she whispered suddenly. "You awake?" I didn't respond. The aroused tone that I'd detected earlier was back in her voice and it made me curious. I was suspecting my first impression of what she'd been doing was right.

It didn't take long to know for certain. She seemed satisfied that my lack of response meant I was asleep. The movements started up again. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, so I could see her better. She pulled the sheet off her. One hand went between her legs, the other crept under her tank top and squeezed one of her ample tits. There was no doubt about it. My lovely friend Ana was pleasuring herself a few feet away from me! My erection was back, seemingly instantly. As I watched her, my own hand crept down and I gripped myself through my shorts. I couldn't do more than that without risking her noticing. If I moved too much, the air mattress would make noise and disturb her. I certainly didn't want to interrupt this . . . although it was driving me out of my mind with lust, I was a bit of a voyeur, and it had always been a fantasy of mine to watch a girl bring herself off in front of me. Sure, I'd had sex partners put on shows for me, but this was different. She didn't know I was watching. I was finally getting a chance to fulfill one of my fantasies. Not being able to stroke myself, though, was maddening. I was so hard it hurt, but I wouldn't have traded the experience for anything.

As Ana's hand sped up and she started letting out sexy little gasps of pleasure, I couldn't deny anymore that I wanted to fuck her. I'd never thought of my friend as a possibility before. She was so young. So shy and quiet. She'd never shown any interest . . . at least none that I'd picked up on. But that night I'd seen another side of her—still shy, but then I'd always been drawn to shy girls—yet brave enough to come over. Brave enough to take off her clothes, sit around in her underwear, talk about sex. Where was all this coming from? Was it all the storm? And why hadn't I noticed her before?

The questions left my mind as she peeled off her panties and then pulled her tank top over her head. She went back to work on herself, still being quiet, but her movements were becoming more frantic. She was almost at her limit, and so was I. If she called for me again, I was pretty sure I'd answer this time. I could almost see her tits in the dim light trickling in through the door. She groped one, then the other, tweaking her nipples. Her other hand was back between her legs, dancing over her pussy, and I could hear the wet sound of her fingers moving through her fluids. She must have been soaked. I wasn't sure where she'd flung her panties, but I could distinctly smell her arousal. How I was able to continue to feign sleep, I still have no idea. I couldn't remember ever being so turned on in my life.

And then it got worse. "Mike . . . " it was soft, just a whisper, almost covered by the noise of the rain and the wet sounds of her playing with herself. I thought I imagined it until she said it again. And again. Then she gasped, then moaned, the couch springs squeaking as her hips bucked up. She was cumming, and hard. My god . . . I was losing it. I wanted to jump up, mount her, fuck her silly. But I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be right. We were both a little crazy from the heat, that was all. It would pass. If I lost control and did something rash, we'd both regret it in the morning.

No matter how much fun we'd have before then . . .

My mind a whirl, my cock still rock hard, I lay there trying to calm down. I had a wild urge to slide open the screen and run out into the rain. Ana sighed again, and then made a whimpering sound, stretching her legs out and squirming on the couch. Her hand was still between her legs and she made a few half-hearted movements with it before throwing her arm to the side with a frustrated sound. She sat up and look over at me. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my breathing into a slow and deep rhythm. I couldn't let her know I'd been watching.

Slowly, quietly, she crept off the couch and over to the air mattress. It shifted as she carefully climbed on and over to me. A few seconds of nothing and then I felt the sheet being gingerly pulled off of me. Once it was down to just below my waist she was still for a few more seconds. Suddenly I felt a soft, tentative touch on my still-erect cock. Just a poke at first, then more of a stroke. Still moving slowly, she reached into the slit in the front of my shorts and wrapped her fingers around me, taking me into her small, soft hand. It occurred to me that she was using her right hand, the same one she'd brought herself to orgasm with. At that realization, my cock spasmed in her hand and some precum oozed out, onto her fingers. "Oh," she whispered, stroking along the length of my member slowly, gently. She stopped, still holding me, and softly said, "You're . . . awake, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I replied, my voice thick with desire.

"How, um. How long?" she asked. I noted she hadn't removed her hand, although she had loosened her grip. I wished I could see her face . . . I could guarantee she was blushing harder than I'd ever seen her blush before.

"The whole time," I admitted.

"I'm, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I just . . . I . . . um." She clearly couldn't think of how to finish the apology. She pulled her hand away and hugged herself tightly, shaking.

"It's alright, hon," I assured her, sitting up and wrapping my arms around her, drawing her to me. She let me pull her closer and after I tightened my embrace, her shaking stopped. "It's alright," I continued, soothingly. "It's the heat."

"And the storm," she added.

"Yeah. And the storm." My hand ran over her bare back, caressing her unbelievably soft skin. "How long?" I asked.

She made a questioning sound, nestling her face into my chest. Her cheeks were burning up.

"How long have you wanted this?" I asked.

She drew in a shaky breath and whispered, "All along."

I opened my mouth to ask her if she was sure . . . to tell her that if she didn't want to do this to tell me now before I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I really did mean to say those things, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead I found myself letting go of her and putting my hands on either side of her face. Firmly, but not rough. I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her. She gave a cute little surprised squeak. She didn't kiss back at first, just let herself be kissed . . . but once my tongue forced its way in between her lips, I felt her tongue meet mine. She kissed back, just a little, moaning into my mouth. She wanted me to drive, and I was fine with that. My right hand slid up and got tangled in her hair, and my left hand clutched at her breast. I broke the kiss, my mouth finding her neck. I bit gently, nibbling my way down. She tilted her head to give me easy access.

I wanted to take my time, to explore and fully enjoy her, but as I've established, I wasn't in my right mind by that point. I pulled down my shorts, just barely getting them over my hips before giving up. Close enough. I laid down and mounted her, spreading her legs with both hands. "Mm, yes," she murmured. I looked at her in the dim, ghostly light. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. Flashing back to what she'd said earlier about being held down, on a whim I took one slender wrist in each hand, raising her arms above her head, holding her in place. With one hard thrust I was inside her and she cried out, pulling against my grip, backing up against me as she hit an instant orgasm. I remained still, buried deep inside her, feeling her unbelievably tight pussy walls contracting against my aching cock. When the spasms died down, she looked at me, her eyes wide . . . I couldn't tell if it was a look of lust, fear or a mixture of both. "Please," she whispered frantically. "Please what?" I asked. Sure, I was getting off on being in control, but I'd never gone this far with it. I needed to know it was right. "Please fuck me," she breathed, her words again almost obscured by the downpour. "Do whatever you want."

That was the green light. I pulled half out of her and thrust myself back in, not even trying to hold back. She cried out again and again as I fucked her. It had never been like this before with anyone—there was no pacing myself, no holding back—this was pure need. I needed to cum. I needed to make her cum. It almost scared me how out of control I felt, but I loved it. I didn't think I could stop for anything. I no longer could tell when she was or wasn't cumming, or if she was just having one orgasm right after another. That's how it seemed with how tightly she was squeezing me with her cunt. I could feel my sperm building up in me faster than usual and kept thrusting, as hard and as fast as I could. I let out a loud cry as I hit the edge and shot her full of my seed. It was so intense I could feel it throughout my entire body. I couldn't possibly be any deeper inside her than I was at the moment of my climax. Her cunt was still quivering around me, and her cries were guttural-strangled—as though she was having trouble breathing. I released her hands and rolled off her, bouncing her on the mattress as I flopped. She rolled over and clung to me, gripping my chest hair, gasping.

After a few moments I realized she was sniffling softly. "Oh god," I said, my heart skipping a beat. "Ana, honey, are you okay?"

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice sweet. "Oh yeah. That was it. That was the way I needed it."

I let my breath out, relieved. They were happy tears. "I was afraid I hurt you."

"Oh no," she paused. "Well, yes, a little. But . . . good hurt." Another pause. "Does that make sense?"

"Kind of?" I replied, uncertain. I hated the idea I'd caused her any pain.

"You're bigger than anyone I've been with and I wasn't expecting that," Ana explained. "But you felt soooo good inside."

"I can be gentler," I offered.

"Oh no, I loved it." She was quiet for a moment before continuing. "I made you lose control?" she asked, sounding shy again.

"Very much so. I lost my mind."

"Mm. Then it was perfect," she said softly, kissing my chest. "You can do that to me any time you want," she whispered into my ear. "And anything else you want."

"Ana-- " I started.

She cut me off. "Please don't say no. Not right now. It's up to you, of course, but if you're going to throw me away, please wait until tomorrow."

I nodded, not sure how to respond. We lay that way for several minutes, her head on my broad chest, her breasts pressed against my side, her left arm clinging to me, left leg draped over mine. I could feel her wetness (some of it my sperm) seeping out of her and onto my leg. Our bodies were sticking to each other, our body heat making things unbearable, but I wanted her as close as possible. I was startled to realize I was still horny.

I ran my hand down her side, over her hip, around to her ass, which I gripped tightly. Her body was amazing. So soft, so curvy and feminine. I was getting hard again.

"You want more?" she murmured, feeling my arousal pressing against her belly. God, the sweetness of her voice . . . innocent and gentle. I'd never imagined she could sound so sexy.

"Yeah," I said, reaching over and running my right hand over her tits. They were so round . . . so soft.

She moaned lightly and got up onto her knees. She looked down at my cock and lightly brushed her fingers along the length of it. "I want to . . . make you feel good. Is that . . . okay?" she asked. Her chin was down, her eyes huge and shy.

It felt strange that she was asking permission, but I played along. I gave her a single nod and said, "Yes."

She gave me a brief, sweet smile and took my hard cock in her hand. It was sticky from our combined fluids, but she didn't seem to mind. Slowly she lowered her head and licked it, with just the tip of her tongue. Then again, more of a lap. "I can taste both of us on you," she said thoughtfully, giving my cock another lick and then taking me into her mouth briefly. "Is it weird that I kind of like that?" She stroked me idly with one hand as she looked up at me through the bangs hanging in her eyes. "You must think I'm a total slut with how I've been acting."

"No, not at all," I said hastily, worried she was having second thoughts. I wanted to encourage her, so I said, "Don't stop."

That same there and gone smile and she took me into her mouth again. She bobbed up and down a couple of times. She cradled my cock with her tongue as she lifted her head again to look up at me. "Am I doing it right?" she asked, voice soft.

I nodded and gave out a groan. "Ohh yeah."

With a happy sigh, Ana set back to work, lovingly licking and sucking me, using her hand on the base. She couldn't get all of me in her mouth. (More due to the size of her mouth than the size of my cock, but I'm sure it was a little bit of both.) It felt amazing. I had no idea why she was so unsure of herself . . . it was the best blow job I'd had in my life. She seemed to be entirely focused on it. I lay there and enjoyed it for awhile, watching her head bob up and down. Every now and then she would look back up at me, regarding me with her big, beautiful eyes, as though making sure I was still enjoying what she was doing.

I didn't think there was any way I'd cum anytime soon since I just had, and I was about to stop her so I could fuck her again when she distracted me by whispering. "I love your cock. You feel so good in my mouth, Mike. I want to make you cum. Can you cum for me? I want to taste you, drink your cum, mmm." During these soft declarations, she was still stroking me, her grip loose but insistent. She was panting, showing her arousal clearly in her face. "Please let me. Please." She took me into her mouth again and sped up. To my surprise, I found myself close to exploding. Following another impulse, I took her head in my hands, tangling my fingers in her hair, guiding her bobbing movements. Her mouth vibrated with a low moan, which intensified the sensations she was giving me. Her mouth was so wet, so tight. She was taking more of me inside . . . it felt like I was almost in her throat. She was moving faster, moaning continuously. I started thrusting, just a little, careful not to be too forceful, but it was hard to hold back.

"Ah!" I yelled, my cock spasming as I shot into her mouth. It was intense, and made more so by her reaction . . . later she told me that she'd had an orgasm too. She moaned louder, her mouth clamped around me, the suction increasing as I deposited my spunk into her throat. The hand gripping the base of my cock flexed and released, flexed and released, her other hand gripping my thighs, nails digging in.

When she released me, she gave my cock a couple more licks, making sure it was clean of sperm. Then she licked her lips and looked up at me again, eyes wide and full of pleasure. "Good?" she asked.

Silly question. "Incredible," I said, stroking her hair.

"I liked that. So much," she said, her voice still soft.

This whole thing was turning me on like mad . . . even though I'd come twice in 15 minutes, I was still hard and ready for more. "I need to fuck you again, Ana," I said, my voice almost a growl.

"Mm. Do whatever you want with me," she said, echoing what she'd told me earlier. She added, "Use me."

Oh god. That pushed me over the edge. "On all fours," I directed, a little shocked that I was ordering her around. What had gotten into me? I could be forceful, sure, but wasn't usually so bold. I could tell this was how she wanted it, so I was willing to adapt.