The Model Boyfriend

"All clear," I dutifully said with a nervous smile, as if we weren't alone in her room at three in the morning. As if she didn't look absolutely stunning in her bedroom attire. As if I didn't want anything more than to rip that flimsy piece of clothing off her body and feel her naked flesh against mine. Instead I simply said, "I guess I better get going..." but she didn't let me off that easily.

"Ready to go already?" she asked with a look that implied she wanted to do everything I wanted to do her as well. She took a couple of steps forward, and I attempted to walk around her to the side, but she grabbed my arm before I could get by,

"Luis," her hand may have lightly touched me, but it felt like there was a fifty-pound weight attached to my elbow. I turned to face her, confronted violently by her lush green eyes. "Luis," she repeated my name allowing it to linger on her tongue "I think you should stay awhile," she implored with her eyes as much as with the words she softly said.

"Its late," is all the evasiveness I could muster. The complete silence of her room in the dead of night was palpable, as I stood contemplating the giant fork in the road. It felt like the words, or rather the action I desired was straining to pour out of my body. But I stood like a statue staring into her eyes, no further words needed, just my decision, either to embrace her or to walk away. I seemed unable to do either.

Finally she mercifully acted for me, "You sure you don't want something before you leave," she paused, acting not as a vixen, but with her eyes cast down displaying the vulnerability she felt, "a drink, some water, something?" she finally asked releasing my arm as she did so. Both our bodies seemed to relax, as if the clocks began to tick once again.

"No, I'm fine, thanks," I responded, actually giving almost a relieved smile at having the responsibility of deciding for myself taken away.

"Well, would you do me one last favor before you go and get a bottle of water for me before you leave?" she asked giving me a friendly smile as if resigning herself to resume the politeness of our official relationship, the boyfriend and the girlfriend's best friend.

"Sure," I said automatically thinking only of escaping the dimly lit room. But as I took my first step I felt the first tinge of regret, especially when scanning her scantily clad body once again God she looked gorgeous, her legs simply looked flawless, not a defect in the skin, not even a scar that I could see. And the rest of her body, the loose nightie may have hid her curves, but her poised nipples were prominent through the thin fabric, she had the body of a ballerina viewed from afar.

With this image burning in my mind I walked out of the room fully intending to walk straight out the door, get into my car, and drive home to my girlfriend, but somewhere in those next five stops my course changed and I veered into the kitchen opening the refrigerator door as in compliance with her request. The hum of the appliance and the cold air it emitted preserved my previous undetermined state. I stood there, a zombie staring at the bottles of water, packages of carrots, containers of food, not seeing the items in front of me, but viewing two screens, one the pleasures of going left, visions of her body intertwined with mine, the other filled with images of going right, my girlfriend, the comfort of that existence.

I was so consumed with the double feature I wasn't aware of the reality that crept up behind me. "Need some help locating that bottle?" Lena's voice appeared out of the blue to accompany her hand that found my crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze awakening it with a jolt of electricity. I didn't immediately turn around, allowing her to massage my hardening cock through the material. "I think you've made your decision," she whispered into my ear.

"Lena..." I said her name in protest turning around.

"No more thinking," she interrupted stopping me from continuing. Her small hand felt so good stroking the length of my cock.

"And tommor..." but she shook her head, her eyes more powerful than words, more controlling than reason.

"Stop," she commanded placing a single finger on my lips. Her eyes mesmerized me. It just felt so right to lean my head down and kiss her, tasting her lips, feeling her tongue lightly flick the outside of mine. Our kisses were tentative, cautious pecks, slowly developing into open mouths, then tongues sliding inside, full kisses our lips pressed hungrily against one another's. I placed my left hand on the back of her head as my kisses trailed down to her neck, her light floral scent engulfing me.

"In case you have any more doubts," she playfully said, dropping to her knees. She stared intently at the tent in my pants as she undid my leather belt, whipping it out of the loops with a theatric flair. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned my jeans and without a moment's pause sprung my straining cock from its confines.

At roughly six and a half inches, I hardly consider my phallus idyllic, but the way her eyes lit up with its appearance and the relative effect of it held between her delicate fingers was enough to send my confidence sky high.

Lena stroked it gently with her hand the thick head aiming straight at her face. Then she placed her lips lightly against it as if saying a prayer. Her hands continued to explore, cupping my balls, following the veins of my now fully erect cock. I inched it closer to her, betraying more growing desire to feel her mouth surround my sensitive flesh.

"I've convinced you," she stated, satisfied with smile. I only smiled in return anxiously awaiting the sensation I knew was about to come. It had been so long since I'd felt so excited. My entire body was alive with anticipation.

Even though I was fully expecting it, the sensation her moist mouth stimulated on the head of my cock was still unbelievable. I breathed in deeply as she slid her tongue along the underside, grabbing the kitchen counter to stabilize myself. She sucked the head gently, her hand massaging my sac. She flicked against the small slit, driving me nuts with the skill she possessed. I watched as her tongue lewdly swirled around the head, her eyes staring up at me enjoying the obvious pleasure she was giving me.

Content with the submission she saw in my countenance she closed her eyes and slid my cock deep inside her mouth, withdrawing it slowly then sliding it back in quickly. My hand rested on top of her head as she began bobbing steadily guiding my cock in and out. I watched with pleasure my cock rub against her smooth lips. It may have been my perspective, but Lena even sucked dick gracefully. She leisurely drew it in and out, langourously exploring with her tongue. Her high cheeks even more defined as sucked the head. I had forgotten how good it felt to have someone really give me the royal treatment.

Past the point of no return, I was eager to satisfy all my desires. I removed my own shirt and rid myself of my shoes and pants, leaving me there naked with nothing more than a pair of black socks to cover me. I pulled myself away from Lena's lush lips. Understanding the meaning of my moves Lena rose from the ground and I embraced her pressing my naked body against the satin of her nightgown. My stiff dick rubbed up against the slick material covering her stomach as we kissed deeply, her mouth warm from the friction of my cock against her lips.

We parted momentarily so I could lift the nightie over her head. The nipples of her small perky breast were already erect, hardening further when I lightly skimmed her skin with my finger tips, tracing a line from her collarbone to her waist. I slipped a finger inside her panties and gently placed three fingers on her mound, feeling the strip of trimmed pubic hair hiding her sex. My finger slid across her slit, applying enough pressure to split it open apart and feel the moisture along the inside. Lena moaned as her whole body seemed to give in to that gentle caress of my finger.

Eager for penetration Lena covered my hand with hers and tried to push my finger inside, but I grasped her hand lifted it up and away. She may have initiated it, but I now wanted full control. She acquiesced control kissing me deeply, her tongue probing, lapping at my own like an animal in heat.

"Luis," she pleaded for a thousand different things by simply saying my name. I embraced her drawing her into my arms lifting her off the ground. Her smooth legs wrapped around my naked waist, no space between our bodies as I nuzzled my head right above her collarbone using my lips to leave strong wet kisses.

I carried her body effortlessly to her bed, laying her down on its deep burgundy bed cover. There was a thousand different paths I could have taken, but looking at her lying on her back, legs spread carelessly open exposing her moist flower in bloom, there was only one thought in my mind. I wanted to feel myself deep inside her. I wanted to hear her moan my name. So I slid on top of her accepting body, my tongue delving between her lips a forewarning of what my cock would do moments later. But when I positioned myself to enter, her hand suddenly pressed against my chest, "Not yet," she playfully stopped me.

"I can't wait," I urgently stated determined to feel the inside of her snug canal. I could feel her wet she was, in fact I could smell her desire in the air, so there was no question that she wanted it as bad as me. I ran my lips up the side of her neck to the back of her ears, kissing that sensitive spot causing shivers to run through her body. My right hand ran between her thighs, acknowledging the state of her desire at the apex. her lower back arched up at the touch. "I know you want it," I whispered into her ear.

"I do," she moaned out as my finger slid easily inside, she was so wet, it felt like my finger was sucked in., "But I want to make it last."

"I'll make it last," I shamelessly pleaded.

Through her labored breaths she gave a throaty laugh, "I'll make it worth your wait," and with that she ended any debate. She sat up on the bed and pulled me down on to it. I may have just been seconds away from simply pinning in her legs up over her head, but there was enough blood still coursing through my brain to make me realize that making her happy was the best way to make myself happy as well.

I tasted my index finger covered in her fresh nectar causing Lena to ask "How do I taste?"

"Like Honey," I answered with a grin.

"Then let me give you the pot," she responded playfully, but nonetheless straddling my face, placing her wet pussy in front of my face. I lapped at her outer lips, feeling them plump as I passed my tongue along them. She was moist, but nowhere near as wet as Dawn would get. In that position Dawn would be dripping down my chin. Even Lena's scent was milder, reminding me for a moment just how much Dawn enjoyed having my tongue inside her pussy.

Not that Lena wasn't enjoying it. She made that clear by slapping her hand against the wall, "Right there!" she exclaimed as I brushed up against her clit, my tongue lightly flicking it. But I moved from spot to spot, making her body shiver as I delved deeper inside. He deep moans fueled my drive, I flicked my tongue relentlessly, determined to make her come

Suddenly She let out a long desperate wail, "That's it," she simply stated. My cock, which had slackened a bit while tending her needs, jumped with the announcement. She moved back and reached into the drawer of her nightstand extracting a blue condom wrapper, which she impatiently tore open. She gave my cock a few strokes and then rolled on the light latex. As if I wasn't even there she climbed on top of me and guided my sheathed cock inside of her.

I bucked my hips up to drive myself as far inside as possible, but she pressed her down upon my chest letting me know that she wanted to control the action. A task she was more than capable of. Her hips built a steady rhythm as she three her head back, eyes closed, mouth agape. She grinded feverishly against me like a cat scratching an itch. I docilely laid back, my hands pressing against her breasts, enjoying the view from below and the sensation emanating from my groin.

She collapsed down upon my chest, her tongue searching for my mouth, our kisses drenched with an insatiable need. She was now lying directly on top of me her closed legs causing her sex to squeeze my cock, adding another degree to the sensation that I felt. I hugged her tight to me feeling the perspiration along the hollow of her back. She was close and so was I. Feeling that distinct energy begin to grow within me I deftly rolled us over. Lena relinquished control, her eyes begging for me to fuck her hard, fuck her hard and make her come.

Sliding my cock out momentarily, I picked her up light body up and repositioned her at the top of the bed She spread her legs wide apart for me, her pussy glistening with her excitement. When I slid back in it was bliss. I slid in all the way to the hilt, her pussy tight around my cock.

She bucked up her hips as I plunged in again sparking my rhythm until my thrust became so powerful that she simply laid back and allowed me deliver the orgasm she was crazy for. I could feel her pussy walls clench my cock like it was her hand, as she let loose a pent up moan and a few disoriented words. No longer able to restrain myself I slipped into the abyss as well my head swimming with the sensations seizing my body as I exploded inside of her.

"My queen, my fucking whore!" the dreaded words slipped out off my tongue. I collapsed down upon her, my breath heavy as I felt her heart beating against my chest. I laid on top of her sweat slick body drowsy with complete satisfaction.

"Wow, I can't believe you said that," she laughed as my slick body stuck to hers.

"It just slips out," I answered embarrassedly.

"Don't worry about that. I've been called worse," she answered lightheartedly. "But Dawn sure wasn't lying about everything else," Dawn's name hit me like ice water causing panic to flash through my mind, a brain no longer clouded with lust, "That was incredible," she added as I rolled away from her, my cock slipping out of her sex, leaving a trail of cum against her thigh.

"I have to go," I said immediately as the thought entered my mind. I fled the bed, glancing down to see her loosely laying spread out on the bed sheet, her whole body still glowing a healthy red. The look she gave me, pouty lips wantonly spread apart, showed she shared none of my anxiety.

"Don't worry, Dawn is out for the night. Don't rush off," she carelessly said, as if my being there was as natural as borrowing a cup of sugar from a neighbor.

I shot her back a bewildered look as I clumsily drew up my pants and threw on my shirt. "I can't believe what I just did, " I openly stated my inner voice becoming my outer.

She calmly grabbed a silky robe she had next to her bed and met me at the door as I tried to hop out while putting my shoes on at the same time, "Not going to give me a kiss goodbye?" she asked feigning offense.

Without thinking, once again, I turned back to give her a peck on the lips, "Don't worry I won't say anything," she answered my unasked question.

"Thanks," which is all I could mindlessly muster as I headed straight for the door my mind racing a mile a minute. Once in the car on my way back to Dawn I regretted not saying more. There was so many details left open. I shuddered first at the thought of seeing Dawn in the morning, then more severely at the thought of seeing Lena in the future.