Senior Year Memories Ch. 29

"Thanks," I said, shutting down my computer and standing, stretching out some stiff muscles that were soon to be quite sore, thankyouverymuchPeterNixon.

As I went to retrieve my backpack, I looked back at her. She sat in her chair and stretched her lithe frame out, her hair falling back as she leaned back with closed eyes and a satisfied smile. I had to amend my earlier thought where I thought she was more cute than gorgeous. Sure, Nica Dubois definitely fell on the side of cute, but she was also beautiful in a way I hadn't appropriately appraised.

"So, any fun plans for the rest of this evening?" I asked her.

She opened her eyes, looking at me with her head upside down and a friendly, if nervous, smile. "I was thinking about going into the Dark Room for a good cum or three before going home to work on my manuscript. You?"

Nica had been frank about a great many things, but even now she could still catch me off guard. I stuttered, "I... uh, hadn't put a lot of thought to it actually."

"Oh?" she said, twisting her chair around and sitting back upright. Her face was one of tentative anticipation, of trying to pull together courage as a thought came together. "If that is the case, and you wish to, perhaps, join me in the Dark Room..."

I eyed her cautiously, trying to determine whether or not she was messing with me. Given her usual sense of humor and the way she casually joked about my sexual history, this wouldn't have been shocking. This could be something to just laugh off and walk out the door laughing off, both of us having some good fun with, but that wasn't the read I got. The way she looked at me, anticipatory and nervous, I knew this was her putting herself on the line for me. She was hopeful and didn't want to be let down but was prepared to be let down because she was tough and fairly jaded and familiar with the kinds of girls I usually spent my time with.

I thought of her, I thought of where I could be tonight with just a phone call, then I realized I knew exactly where I wanted to be.

***

Nica led the way slowly into the red-lit confines of the dark room, quickly glancing back at me periodically as if afraid that I might disappear if she stopped looking for me.

A few steps away from the couch, she abruptly turned around and kissed me. Those full, beautiful lips of hers pressed against mine and felt... well, simply amazing.

She broke the kiss, then looked up at me smiling awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I should warn you of something, first."

"Oh?" I asked.

"It's... it's not much that should be worried about, but you should know, that it's been a long time since I've done anything like this with anyone, and even longer with a guy. I want to like... I mean, I do *like* sex, but I haven't as much experience as... and the experience I've had has been... I'm sorry, I'm not saying this right," Nica said.

"No, it's okay, say it when you can," I replied.

"It's just... if I'm a little nervous, or weird, or anything else... you'll understand?" she asked.

"Totally," I replied.

She smiled at me, kissing me again, more quickly. "Thank you."

I didn't know what kind of experiences she'd had, and I didn't want to press her if she didn't want to relive any less-than-pleasant encounters. If I'd sensed this was something she wasn't 100% sure about, I'd have deescalated this and let it pass. Still, even with her hesitation, I could see this was something she really wanted, and that was something I was definitely happy to help with.

Nica led me over to the couch, taking off her sweatshirt and setting it down on a nearby game table. Briefly, I admired the small, intertwining set of tattoos on the inside of her left arm, before sitting down beside her. To be this close, with a certain heat, an energy, passing between us, was surprisingly intense. I didn't know what led to it, but I loved the anticipation. Being this close to her, watching her purse and open those magnificent lips of hers as we looked into each other's eyes, it felt strangely intoxicating.

I leaned in to kiss her, and felt quite pleased when she kissed me back. Our tongues tentatively touched between lips, then explored deeper as we went further. She reached over to wrap an arm around me, pulling me in close as I touched her. I settled a hand on her thigh, and encouraged by her soft moan, I gently ran it up over her abs, then found one of her small, firm breasts through her shirt. I gently squeezed it as we made out, feeling her nipple harden through the fabric.

"That is very, very nice," Nica said between kisses, groaning very pleasantly.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that," I said.

"Oh, don't be so modest," Nica said, kissing me hungrily. "I know you're good. You know you're good. I didn't proposition you for modesty."

"So, what did you proposition me for?" I asked, cheekily.

"If I say sex, it would be truth, but only a partial truth. I also came to you for decency, and kindness. A boy who is well endowed and talented in the art of sex is uncommon, but not so uncommon as to never be seen in the wild. One who is like this and still considerate towards the woman he is with? That is a much rarer beast," she replied, kissing me.

"So that's what I am? A beast?" I teased.

"Most boys are in some capacity. We shall see if this is the case for you, but I believe this doubtful," Nica replied.

"Sounds like you've done your research," I replied, rubbing her nipple through her shirt with my thumb.

She hissed pleasantly. "My sources, and by sources I mean friends, speak well of you. Nadia and Hope, Izzy and especially Josie, speak well of you as a caring and considerate lover and person. Given my current state of experience, caring and considerate is quite necessary, and after we've had our time together to speak so I know you are who they say you are... yes, I did my research. I am a journalist, after all."

I should have maybe been a little freaked out at the level of thought she put into this, but I wasn't. Nica clearly had her reasons for being careful, and after the time we'd spent on the paper getting to know each other, I quite liked her too. I wouldn't begrudge her her caution.

"Thank you, for being willing," she replied.

"Thank you, for asking," I said honestly.

"Oh? That is not always the case?" Nica asked.

I didn't know that this was something I wanted to go into great detail with with her, but it felt like something that needed to get out. I said, "I've got a reputation. I know I've got a reputation. With most of the girls I get with, it's cool, they understand me and don't have a problem with it. Some others, they seem to think that just because I have a lot of sex and have fun having a lot of sex that it's something they can just ask of me at any time, that I'll always be ready for it if they beckon. And, don't get me wrong, often that kind of sex is a lot of fun, but it's not always what I'm looking for. So, thank you for asking me first instead of, you know... assuming? It's nice sometimes to be reminded that I'm a person."

Looking deeply into my eyes, she leaned in and kissed me again. "You *are* a person. A kind, not-so-bad-looking person with some gifts that not everyone might properly appreciate, but one I am happy to be here with. To hell with those others who don't wish to understand; for now, we are here together, and you are the only one I want to be with, not them."

"Yeah?" I asked, impressed by her sudden surge of confidence.

"Yeah," she confirmed, kissing me again. She reached down to unbutton her pants, opening them slightly. "Now would you... would you please touch me?"

It was an intense invitation, but a welcome one. Without saying a word, I kissed her and reached down to the opening at the fly of her jeans, sliding my hand inside. Her skin was warm and shivering slightly. My hands ran up against the fabric of her panties, creeping deeper. I looked into her eyes, imploring her for how she wanted me to touch her. She bit her lip and nodded at me, her breathing taking on a deeper, more ragged pace. With that, I slipped my fingertips beneath the elastic of her underwear, seeking the familiar warmth of her sex.

My fingers crept through a thick forest of bush before I found her moist, warm core. Nica moaned as my fingertips touched her sensitive lips. For how nervous she was, she was already quite moist and very hot. She eagerly ground her hips against me, urging my fingers onward.

I started slowly, exploring her slit and playing it gentle around her clit. Nica groaned, in frustration, in determination, wordlessly pushing me for more while I decided to take my time. I continued to softly massage her breasts through her shirt, kissing her deeply while I fingered her. I could definitely sense some hesitation, maybe even some fear as we did this, but it melted away by the moment as she got into it. I had some sense before that she was maybe trying to talk herself into this, but now she was getting more and more into it.

"Was this what you wanted?" I asked, pressing against her more firmly, gently placing her clit between two of my fingers and applying pressure.

Nica purred with ragged breath, "Whatever you do, please don't stop!"

"I won't. Not until you want me to," I said.

"Thank you," she said, kissing me needily. "Thank you, thank youthankyouthankyou!"

She'd started grinding against me more urgently, but I was shocked by the suddenness of her orgasm. It was strong, jolting through her body in a wave. I held her close to me as she went through it, continuing to finger her clit as she rocked, moaned and shuddered. A warm gush of liquid hit my hand, only urging me on to keep going.

Soon she slowed, pressing her hands against mine to urge me to slow down. "Okay, okay, thank you, wow, okay, thank you..."

When I stopped, pulling my hand from her pants, she kissed me passionately. Turning around to straddle my hips, grinding both of our clothed crotches against each other.

Breaking our kiss, she said, "That was something I've needed... for a time, apparently."

"What you were looking for?" I asked.

"The beginning, but hardly the end," she replied. She tugged at the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head with my help. Though my bare chest was hardly the most impressive at school, you wouldn't know it for the way Nica hungrily leaned in and began kissing it, gently sucking and nibbling at one of my nipples. I hissed at the pleasurable sensation before pulling her up to kiss her again.

I realized that I still had a couple fingers covered in her juices and pulled them up to my lips, sucking her intoxicating, sweet and savory juices.

"You taste good," I said.

"I do?" she asked, leaning over to take a lick herself. "So I do."

We both licked and sucked my fingers clean, then leaned into each other and began to make out with greater intensity.

"I'd like to get a taste from the source," I said between kisses.

"Soon. You're in no rush, are you?" Nica asked.

"No," I replied, pulling her in closer for a kiss.

"Neither am I," she said, planting a quick kiss on my neck. "But I do believe both of us are altogether overdressed, wouldn't you agree?"

"I would," I replied.

"We must fix that," she replied, standing up and beginning to disrobe. Pulling off her shirt, she revealed her firm, B-cup breasts to be contained by a dark red bra. With a little effort, she worked out of her shoes, socks and jeans, showing a conservative, yet comfortable-looking pair of black panties covering her pussy. Her entire body was toned, with tight abs. For a small girl, she definitely worked out, yet still had a distinct femininity to her that nearly dropped my jaw.

"You're beautiful," I said, pulling off my own shoes and socks with less grace.

"Thank you," she said, turning around to give me a view of her firm butt. "My ass could be rounder, but I believe it still looks good. What do you think? Oh, wait, no need to answer; I believe I know what you think."

I'd already stripped down to my underwear, and my erection was very clear underneath it. Almost nervously, she climbed back up onto the couch and knelt next to me, running her hand over my straining length. I groaned at her touch, even if we were still yet to be skin to skin.

"Rumors of your size have not been greatly exaggerated, I see," Nica said, a slight smile on her lips and a tremble to her voice.

"Is that a good thing?" I asked.

She cocked her head from side to side. "We'll see. It... shall be an adventure, at least, finding out."

Nica swung her leg over my lap, straddling me again and grinding our groins against each other. It was a tantalizing tease, especially with only the thin fabrics of our underwear rubbing against one another. It would have been so easy to just flip her over onto the couch and tear at our clothes, and while the thought flashed before my eyes as tempting, it wasn't what we were doing today. This was something different, something more intimate, and the closeness of it was all the more erotic for it.

Kissing me again, Nica leaned against me. The skin against skin contact thrilled me, but not nearly as much as what she said next. "Tell me... what would you like to do most of all now?"

"I... I want to touch you..." I said, tentatively running my fingertips up her ass, then her lower back. She trembled at my touch, but smiled.

"I don't believe that is all," she said, her voice husky with need.

She was right. I said, "I'd like to see your breasts, because I want to see those nipples I felt. I want to see them, and I'd like to suck on them, because I've a sneaking suspicion they're very sensitive."

"You suspect well," she said, reaching behind and unclasping her bra. Her breasts, now completely bare to me, were small but firm, with thick, dark nipples that begged to be sucked on. Biting her lip, Nica leaned over me, presenting one for my lips.

Eagerly, I leaned in and took her nipple into my mouth. I suckled at it, licking and nibbling it gently in time with her coos and groans before moving on to give the other the same worshipful treatment.

"Oh yes, oh yes, that is very nice, feels so very good..." Nica purred, grinding herself against my cock harder while she melted into me. She reached down, pulling at the waistband of my underwear. I arched my back enough to help her pull it down. With her on top, it was an awkward experience, but with our combined efforts she was able to pull them down enough for me to wriggle and kick them off, leaving me naked beneath her.

"Impressive. Truly impressive," Nica said, looking down at my immense girth as she kept grinding on me. I could have taken over here, but between her efforts and how much she seemed to enjoy my sucking on her nipples, I kept letting her guide this. I switched between her nipples as she ground against my cock, adding a little more suction, a little more teeth, an extra swirl of my tongue, playing with the hardening nub until she began to quiver at my efforts.

Reaching down between her legs, Nica pulled the fabric of her panties to the side, allowing me to feel the warm moistness of her lips traveling up and down the underside of my cock, making me groan.

"It's all so simple, isn't it?" Nica taunted, smiling through her shudders as she reached one hand between her legs to play with her clit. "As a species, we've the greatest demonstrated higher reasoning of any animal on Earth. While we choose to demonstrate this only infrequently, it is our capacity that has separated man from beast. Put us together though, breathing heavily and skin to skin, sex to sex... and it feels like the only thing that matter is our mutual pleasure, doesn't it?"

I refused to take my lips from her breast, but she seemed to get the meaning of my grunt well enough. Though I was looking forward to giving into my own pleasure, at the rate she was going I wanted to have a little more fun first. I dropped a hand between her legs, pressing my thumb into her clit and rubbing it in tight, small circles as she moaned and ground harder against me.

"Oh yes, oh yes, thank you, yesyesyes," she purred, rocking against me harder and harder. She was getting close, and though the intense eroticism of the situation was getting me there as well, I wasn't going to do anything about that until I got her off again.

I didn't have to wait long for this. As most of her nervousness melted away, Nica ground against me harder and harder, the juices of her swollen pussy lips coating my cock and helping her glide against me. She was taking on that shuddering, hopeful tenseness again that I only meant to help her with as I helped her finger herself to another powerful cum.

"Yesyesyes, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit... MERDE!" she cried out, bucking as another powerful orgasm took her. She shuddered and shook, crying out in release as the pleasure coursed through her body. I held her close to me, first making sure she wasn't going to fall off the couch, then because I wanted to have her against me.

My mouth no longer occupied by her nipples, she kissed me, first slowly, then with an almost frantic intensity, a machine gun blast of kisses that had her smiling excitedly.

"Thank you!" she said, kissing me. "Thank you, and thank you!"

"You're welcome," I said, thumbing her nipples playfully. Nica groaned at the contact. I said, "These really were sensitive."

"I have had orgasms before only from stimulation of my nipples," Nica admitted. "They are rare, but trés intense."

"I'd like to see that sometime," I said.

It was hard to tell if she was blushing under the red light, but the way she smiled and straightened her back, she might have been. "With a mouth like yours, I think you might."

"Don't sell your own mouth short," I said, pulling her in for a kiss. "I might be a little obsessed with those lips."

Timidly, she smiled. "Would you... like to see what I can do with my lips?"

"Only if you want to," I said, kissing her again. She pulled me close, kissing me with greater intensity.

"I do," she said more firmly. "God how I do."

After one final, lingering kiss, Nica stood up over me and got off of the couch. She knelt between my legs and looked at my cock with great awe.

"I saw it, I felt it, I heard about it, and yet still none of that does this beast justice," she said, wrapping one of her dainty, strong hands around the root of my cock. I hissed at her touch, especially as she began to use our mutual wetness to lube me in a decent, if inexpert, handjob.

"I do not know how it will fit..." Nica said with a low voice, saying what might as well have been words she meant for her own ears. Looking up at me, she then said, "And yet, I imagine you hear this much?"

"I do," I replied.

"And it fits all of the others so well?" she asked.

"Some better than others, but more often than not," I said.

"Well, I am more determined than most of those girls I imagine, so, I think I will do this," Nica said, licking her lips and bringing her mouth to within a couple inches of my cockhead. I groaned when I felt her breath against me, arching my hips up needily, wanting release.

"It seems I have gotten you all hot and bothered, huh?" she said proudly, still slowly jacking my cock, her mouth close enough that she could kiss it if she wanted to. She didn't, though, still jacking me slowly as she smiled up at me.

"I think that's fairly obvious, isn't it?" I asked.

"It is, but I am suddenly remembering how fun it can be to tease in controlled circumstances," Nica said, placing a gently kiss on the underside of my shaft. I groaned with want, only making her smile more.

"Are your needs this simple?" she teased.

"Not always. Now..." I said.

Nica nodded. "I understand. You've taken care of me, so I shall take care of you. It has just been a while, though, and never with a cock this large; please forgive me if I am not as skilled as the other girls you know."