Just the Beginning

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The nerves had taken a backseat to the electric arousal she felt at his touch. One of his hands stroked up and down the back of her thigh, gently squeezing her ass whenever it reached the ample sphere of her buttcheek. The other cupped her now bare breast, massaging the nipple between his fingers. She could feel the hard length of his cock between them through the layers of clothes that still stood as a barrier between their lower halves and she couldn't help but grind her hips towards him. She felt her panties growing more damp by the minute, her body aching for more.

And then he was turning and lifting up and leaning over her as he laid her out on the sofa. Her heart raced inside her chest. Asher looked immense above her, hovering at eye level for a moment before he moved down her body. He searched for the zipper on the side of her skirt, finding it, tugging it down, and hooking his fingers in the top edge of her garments. It wasn't a sharp or hurried pull, but when Asher brought the skirt down her legs, he took her tights and panties with it. Mandy sucked in a breath, feeling exposed and bare. Once the feet of her tights were off, she was laid out in front of him on the sofa entirely naked. She was acutely aware of the way her chest rose and fell with every breath and the way Asher's eyes slid down the length of her body.

"Are you ok with this?" He asked, his hand cupping the side of her face. She nodded rapidly. "Just tell me to stop if this is too much." She was sure he was reading her nervousness, but underneath it, she longed for all of this to happen. To feel his touch, to touch him.

"Don't stop," Mandy assured him.

His hands brushed over her breasts and down her sides, moving towards her hips. Goosebumps formed from his light touch and all her nerve endings seemed to come alive. He pushed her thighs apart gently. She was more than willing to cooperate, though the feeling of being wide open to him still made her apprehensive.

He leaned over her, his mouth connecting with her nipple, circling and sucking. Mandy's head tipped back, her eyes closing. Asher switched to her other breasts, giving it equal attention, while his fingers moved to her folds, pressing between them. She couldn't restrain the moan that was building inside her. His touch was perfect, firm and gentle, moving through the wetness that had already gathered there. He kissed the underside of her breast, moving down her body, over her stomach, not stopping when his mouth reached her neatly trimmed landing strip. She squirmed and the hand still on her thigh seemed to tighten there, preventing her from closing them.

And in the next moment, Asher's tongue slid through her seam as his fingers pressed inside her pussy and she wanted to scream out in pleasure. His beard added a certain pleasant friction to the sensation, the hair above his lip rubbing against her clit. Sure, it may have been a while since she's had a man's mouth between her legs, but the expertise with which Asher seemed to be sucking at her tender folds definitely had a lot to do with it too. Her back arched up off the sofa and her hands dove into his hair. His fingers drilled her with a measured, purposeful rhythm, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. The pressure built up inside her until it was her ass lifting up off the sofa instead of her back, her pussy pressing up into his face.

"Holy crow!" she breathed out as the orgasm rattled through her. Her thighs trembled, legs feeling like jello.

Asher didn't stop immediately. His tongue and fingers continued working as she rode through the aftershocks. When he finally looked up at her from between her legs, there was a huge grin on his face. He looked so pleased with himself, the moisture from her pussy still glistening in his beard.

"Holy crow?" He repeated the words back to her with a questioning inflection.

"That was so fucking good," she replied quietly, feeling her face flush at the words.

"YOU are so fucking good," he bounced the phrase back at her.

Mandy pushed up on her hands, sitting herself up on the sofa. Asher straightened up too, moving to sit against the back of the sofa. He drew his hand casually over his mouth and beard. Her eyes were immediately drawn down to his crotch where an impressively sized erection strained against his dress pants. She drew her lip in between her teeth, gathering the needed gusto to go for his zipper.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he told her, following her gaze to his tented pants. "I'll live."

Mandy shifted, sitting up and repositioning herself onto her knees on the sofa, inching closer to where Asher sat. It felt a little strange to be reaching for Asher's pants and undoing his belt. The fact that she had a crush on him prior to this did not prepare her for this moment. She didn't have this particular fantasy about him before. But here she was, pulling down his zipper and freeing his cock through the fly of his boxer briefs. It was thick and rigid in her hand and she immediately imagined how it would feel inside her. Her thighs squeezed together at the thought while her hand stroked up and down the length. She realized that her attention was entirely concentrated on watching her hand glide over Asher's erection and she looked up to his face, her face flushing with embarrassment again. He had apparently been watching her.

***

The expression on Mandy's face, while her hand slid up and down his dick, was priceless. No other woman had looked at him this way before. She blushed at the realization that she had been staring and when she turned her attention back to his cock, her head lowered into his lap and her mouth slipped over the tip. He exhaled, feeling her lips close around his shaft and her tongue swirling over it. The warm, wet suction was heaven. She took her time, slowly moving up and down his cock, taking more and more of him in. He watched her face, her eyes closed. Her expression told him he was her singular focus.

She pulled away after a long stretch, her breaths ragged, her lips crimson and slightly swollen from the friction with his skin. Her eyes moved to his.

"Stay there, don't move, ok?" Her hand landed on his chest with her request. He nodded.

She got up, scurrying into the bedroom while he watched her luscious ass bounce away. When he saw her returning into the room with the foil packet in hand, he decided to slip out of his pants and boxer briefs that he had been wearing still. Mandy was standing in front of him when he set his clothes aside on the arm of the sofa, her face and chest flushing pink, her lower lip between her teeth. She was gorgeous. His attention shifted down towards her plump breasts, the hard nipples pointing in his direction.

"Come here," Asher reached out a hand towards her, placing it on her hip and pulling her closer.

She returned into the position they started in, straddling his lap, sitting up high on her knees. He didn't hesitate to draw her nipple into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue. She whimpered, closing her eyes, while he moved over to the other nipple. Mandy's hand reached down between them, finding his cock and wrapping her hand around it. Her strokes felt deliberate, assessing his readiness. He was ready for her. His shaft stood achingly stiff, pointing out towards her, towards where it wanted to be buried inside her warmth.

Asher took the condom out of Mandy's hand, ripping the package open and bringing the rolled-up ring over the tip. She moved her hand out of the way, watching him unroll it over his length. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she was guiding herself onto him before he had a chance to get his hands out of the way. He couldn't help but smile at her eagerness. And then groan at the tight, warm sensation surrounding his cock. It felt as if this, right here, was exactly what was missing from his life. As if this was what he had been waiting for.

She moved over him, urgently, impatiently. Her hands clasped at the back of his neck and her pussy grinding down into him. Mandy leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest with her movement. The feel of her nipples grazing over his pecs seemed to send electricity through him. Her ass slapped down into his lap with force as she rode him and he was lost to the entire experience of her.

"Fuck, Mandy, you feel so good," he spoke right into her ear.

"Mhmm," the affirmation morphed into a moan as it left her lips and she was shuddering around him. "Ooooh," she continued, louder now, as her short, trimmed fingernails dug into the back of his neck and her pussy squeezed around him.

His hands instinctively guided her hips, not letting her stop. Mandy's orgasm was pulling him closer towards his own. His thrusts became quicker, more urgent. He wanted so much to come, and at the same time, he didn't want it to end yet. There was a visceral feeling to stay inside her, to stay connected.

She was kissing him again, her mouth moving hungrily against his. Fingers raked through his hair.

"You fill me so perfectly," Mandy whispered against his lips. Her words made his cock twitch inside her, so close to the edge. "I want to feel you pounding me."

He wondered for a brief moment whether he had misheard her. Mandy's voice was so soft. But she was carefully climbing off his lap and repositioning herself over the arm of the sofa, her ass sticking out towards him in invitation. Her pussy glistened, plump and pink, inviting him back inside.

He followed her, one foot on the floor, next to the sofa, the opposite leg kneeling on the sofa beside Mandy's. He made a few passes through her wet folds before plunging in deep. She whimpered, but pushed her ass back towards him, meeting his thrust. He started slowly, relishing the feel of her, holding onto the curve of her hips. His groin slapped against her ass as he picked up speed and his fingers dug in deeper into her skin. She was coming again, her moans louder still, her channel tightening around him in an intense grip. She shifted her weight to one hand and reached down, beneath them. He imagined her rubbing her clit while he fucked her and it brought him back to the edge that he had skirted when Mandy was riding him. But instead, he was surprised by the feel of her hand brushing against his balls, rubbing them, encouraging his release.

"Fuck, Mandy!" He exclaimed, slamming in deep and letting his orgasm overtake him. He felt his balls tense in her hand as his cock jerked, filling the condom.

***

There was a bit of awkwardness when Asher returned from the bathroom, still naked, but no longer erect. She didn't know where to look. He smiled, picking his boxers up from where they had fallen to the floor and pulling them on.

"Don't leave," she blurted out immediately, not wanting him to go. She had gone into her bedroom and pulled on a long, oversized t-shirt that she slept in just before he returned. Asher's eyebrows rose slightly.

"I won't, if you don't want me to," Asher replied. His voice sounded deeper and sexier now, stirring things up inside her again.

"I want you to stay," Mandy confirmed.

He came closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into himself. She tipped her head back to look at him, sinking into the warm feel of his embrace. Her arms came up to his neck encircling it. This felt comfortable and right.

"Then I'll stay." He bent down to kiss her, somehow managing a combination of intensity and tenderness that she had not expected.

They settled into bed, Asher pulling her into his chest, her head fitting perfectly into the pocket of his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her, making her feel warm and safe. She could feel his beard brushing against the top of her head and was reminded of the way it had felt on her thighs. The thought alone caused a distinct tingle and a gush of wetness between her legs. She felt like her heart was hammering, while Asher's sounded calm and strong just beneath her ear.

"I've never done this before, not like this," Mandy admitted in a quiet voice. It was easier to say this out loud when she didn't have to look at his face or have him see her blushing, again.

"Which part?" His voice was even and calm, his hand rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.

"I've never slept with anyone on the first date. God, this wasn't even a date, it was Christmas Eve dinner. With my family. And I brought you here and jumped your bones like some sex-crazed nympho," she rambled, words spilling rapidly out of her mouth. Asher chuckled, gripping her shoulder reassuringly.

"I really like that side of you, the way you told me what you wanted. It was really sexy." He tipped her chin up, peeking into her face. "But I really like the other sides of you as well. The way you didn't think twice to invite me over for dinner with your family. How sweet and friendly you always are." It felt good hearing Asher say these things. She hoped it meant that there would be more to this, that this wasn't going to be just a fluke, one random night of friends falling into bed, never to be repeated again.

"So..." it was difficult to get the words out. Mandy pulled his hand away from her chin, looking back down, avoiding his eyes. "Do you think we'd do this again?" He squeezed her hand in his.

"I hope so. My brain is already racing with places I want to take you, movies I want to watch with you back at my place, things I want to cook for you." Something swelled up inside her at his words while at the same time, her heart calmed, slowing down from its racing speed. He wanted to be with her. It seemed Santa's gift this year was more than just a night's worth of fun.

"I would really like that too," she confessed with a relieved sigh. She was suddenly exhausted, her eyes feeling heavy. They both fell silent, Asher still rubbing gentle circles over her shoulder. And moments later she was asleep, nestled in the cozy warmth of his body.

If it wasn't for Asher spooning her with his prominent erection pressing into the crack of her ass in the morning, she might have had trouble believing last night had really happened. She would have been more likely to lay there, not wanting to open her eyes to the possibility of still being alone. Instead, Mandy shimmied her ass back towards him, enjoying the feel of the man who shared her bed with her. He seemed to tighten his hold on her when she did that, his face nuzzling into her hair.

"Good morning," his voice was raspy above her.

"Good morning," she replied, reaching her hand up to stroke his cheek.

"Merry Christmas," Asher added.

"Mer... uh... Thank you," she corrected herself mid-word, deciding not to relate a greeting for a holiday he didn't celebrate.

"I feel like I got the biggest present, which I probably didn't even deserve." There was a smile in his voice and she felt him kiss the top of her head. "And I'm super grateful and plan to enjoy it very much." Mandy's face flushed.

She turned in his arms, not wanting to pull away entirely, but having a strong desire to look at his face. His eyes crinkled at the edges at the sight of her and he brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I think I got a pretty awesome gift too."