More Than Meets the Eye Pt. 02

My original story got surprisingly good feedback considering my absolute lack of experience with erotica and the childish spelling/grammatical errors. I've finally got around to fixing those and resubmitted the original. I plan to continue working on part 1 to make it even better, and will do this with every other part. Remember, constructive feedback from you speeds the improvement process.

This part has more dialogue and backstory than sex. If you exclusively read this for sex I'd advise skipping to part 3.

*****

I saw her bedroom was just as luxurious and expensively decorated as the rest of the house. Her bed stand was made of some incredibly exotic bamboo, presumably that wood was neither cheap to obtain nor legal. It intimidated me to be with someone so much 'high above me', in the words of the late 90's tune by Tal Bachman.

My dad taught me that relationships, at least from the woman's point of view, had to be about money. He died of cancer when I was 15 and we had a bad relationship, especially in the months preceding his death. Even my good grades weren't enough for him since I wasn't spending my free time the way he wanted. To make matters worse I admitted I had no intentions of following his footsteps to become a surgeon. He ironically died because of a careless mistake on the operating table to remove his cancer. Knowing him he probably would've wished that would finally motivate me to be a surgeon and do it the 'proper' way but it only made me disdain the profession all the more.

Rather than listen to the advice of my family I followed my passions which were split between my Journalism classes, a major my father would no doubt have considered useless, and bodybuilding which he thought the same of. I was supposed to make straight A's, get a solid career, not to even think about women until then. My parents had thoroughly drilled into my head that all women would see me as trash unless I had at least as much as they did. After my experience with Miss Rogers I realized how much full of shit they were. On the other hand I knew they were both first generation immigrants out of touch with American culture, and only wanted the best for me.

But each of our life stories were unknown to each other by this point. As I was crawling over her naked body with my own, I came to a sudden realization: I didn't know her name. Either the sign by her office only said "Miss Rogers" or I'd simply forgotten it. I was originally the asshole, yet she remembered me. So perhaps my inexperience with sex and love, then, is why I abruptly stopped despite her being wetter than Seattle in the pouring rain when they won the superbowl.

"You know, I feel guilty admitting I don't even know your name. We started this off as blackmail so what I originally did was far worse than that. Although since you seem to be genuinely enjoying yourself"- She cut me off.

"Willow," she said softly, her fingers stroking my hair as she spoke. "And I don't know your last name so that makes us even," she giggled.

"So will you want to see me again after tonight or this it? And if do like me as much as you're acting, is it only in a sexual way or in general?"

"I definitely want to see you again after tonight. It's impossible for me to like you in a non-sexual way because sex is all we've done. Although based on your behavior, like abruptly stopping our sex just to randomly talk is proof that you've got no experience with women."

"Is my lack of experience bad?"

"Some women will see it as bad, others can see it as cute and innocent. And since you can't be older than 22 at the most and I'd still be five years older than you, you can guess what I think."

"The way you've enjoyed my company thus far makes it easy to guess."

"That's 90 percent your movie star body and 10 percent your innocent behavior, despite blackmailing me. You really shouldn't have done that and most women won't be as forgiving as me no matter how good you look. The reason I saw it differently is because I like casual sex regardless, especially for guys that look like you. But not all women will, and even some of the ones that do would not forgive you for blackmailing them."

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying this. I was actually feeling pretty guilty."

"Indeed. So, with the exception of the past 15 minutes, you're a virgin aren't you?"

"Yeah. Although it seems you can already tell."

"Then I probably have much to teach you. I bet you've never had a woman do this to you, hmmm?" she asked as she laid me down and put her huge breasts right between my dick, moving it up and down.

"Uh... you're gonna make me cum again. And my balls are almost dry."

"And my vagina is so sore that it can't take much more regardless," she smiled as she started rubbing harder.

By now my dick was fully hard again, probably for the very last time of this night.

"See, I knew you had at least a little juice left in you. Now here's something else for you to experience."

She started sucking my cock with her delicate mouth, going only over the tip at first and then all the way, practically choking on it.

I went under helpless convulsions as I climaxed, and I saw her drink every drop.

"I normally don't do that, it's degrading and I have much more class than the typical woman. But I wanted your first time to be with me."

I was completely exhausted by this point which was probably why I fell asleep within minutes after that as she spooned beside me.