The Story of "Cue"

She responded, "Ally said you weren't going to talk with me. Bastard." But she added a devil and smiley face emoji so I knew she wasn't necessarily mad at me.

I replied with, "REPENT, SINNER!" and added the finger point emoji.

She didn't reply to that but the text exchange did remind me that this wasn't a "date", date. There was an agenda. A purpose.

That sobered me up and helped me really start to think about Ally and gameplan about what she needs from me. That sense of purpose kept me grounded and was helpful.

Frankness. Honesty. Respect.

Those were the three things, in a nutshell, that Marissa had offered me that removed all the stigma's, confusion and the unsurety. I figured that was the best place to start with Ally.

Of course all of that about flew out the window as she exited her building and walked toward my car when I'd shown up to pick her up.

Holy fuck. Dark blue leggings with a tight yellow spaghetti strap tank top and her hair in a loose pony tail about had me at almost full mast before she made it to the car.

She was carrying what looked like a small overnight bag which made the reality of the situation creep back in. But even with that, my first thought needed addressed before we drove away.

"I never thought about what picking you up in front of your dorm might mean for you either. Shit. I don't want you to be embarrassed because of it."

"No worries," she replied, "about everyone is gone for Holiday break right now. But we may have to discuss it again down the road."

A shy smile. I could tell she was equal parts nervous and unsure about this now that the moment had arrived so once we pulled into my garage and I shut off the vehicle, I said, "Ally, from here on out I am going to take the lead and then it's all based on trust. However, YOU are in control. And that's item number one. For the rest of your life, you are in control. And if a partner doesn't respect and honor that, get as far away from that person as you can."

As I was offering her this, her shyness had melted away enough that we were making comfortable eye contact, so I continued, "Having said that, there may be times when you've found someone who does respect and care for you where you want to give up control. That's okay too. But never give up your control just because society, or the person you're with, makes you think that you have to."

"Make sense?" I asked.

"Yes, very much so," she replied.

"I suspect that all of this is going to be a new experience for you, so anytime you feel the need to pause and explore any part of it, just say so. Okay?"

A nod and a smile. Good. We're on our way.

Once in the house, Ally tossed her bag on the couch and followed me to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and asked her what she wanted. She took the same and we leaned up against opposite counters and took a drink.

"Item number two," I went into as I set my bottle down and made eye contact with her. She was definitely locked in. "We're an open book. No holding anything back. That goes both ways. I'm going to ask things that are uncomfortable or even embarrassing for you to share so that I can learn all about you. You can certainly ask the same of me."

Another nod. Okay, time to see if she's really ready.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked pointedly.

She replied "No" pretty quickly as she shook her head at the same time.

"Have you had intercourse that was enjoyable for you?"

A pause this time and she looked to the floor. A quiet "No" was offered.

"Ally, look at me," I said gently. She looked up sheepishly. "I assumed if you'd had enjoyable sex before that we wouldn't be here together. There would be no need. All I'm doing is trying to find out what your prior experiences were like and if you've had some success or enjoyment from any of it."

A pretty definite, "No, I haven't", came from her in response to this and her sheepish look became more one of pleading as she maintained eye contact.

I felt the distance between us was a problem. She seemed small and alone even though she was only five feet from me.

So I approached her and stood directly across from her with her butt backed to the kitchen island and mine on the perimeter countertop near the dishwasher. I slouched enough to place both of my feet outside of hers and reached over and grabbed both of her hands to hold them loosely where they dangled between us.

Her posture relaxed at this gesture and she slid her butt down to the countertop more where her feet were across the walkway beneath me.

"Have you had an orgasm?" I asked bluntly...but not really catching her off guard.

"Yes," she answered almost immediately.

"One orgasm, or many?" I kept the pressure on.

"Many," she replied.

"Good," I said, then followed with, "We've reached the part of this conversation where it's no longer 'Twenty Questions' and you are going to start have to share and describe. Are you ready for that?" I asked her.

She nodded her head, which in a way was contradictory to her answer, but I didn't point this out.

Instead, I said, "Let's go sit down and get comfortable."

I followed her into the living room and the sight of her athletic backside in those leggings was mesmerizing. It was hard not to make a detour straight to the bedroom.

I asked her to sit across from me so we could share eye contact and she plopped down in the loveseat closest to her and I sat on the sofa that sits perpendicular to it. We both sat angled sideways so that we were oriented toward one another. It felt both safe in distance and yet intimate as we could reach out easily and touch a knee or hand if the occasion called for it or the mood struck.

I was worried that we may have lost some momentum by making the switch to the living room so I smiled and said to her, "Are you ready for more of a challenge?"

She didn't answer immediately but she maintained eye contact as if she were trying to read my thoughts. Trying to deduce what was coming. She must've come up blank because eventually she settled back a little more comfortably into her seat and took a deep breath.

"I think so," was all she said.

So I took the plunge. No going back now.

"I want you describe for me the best orgasm you've ever had and what you think made it the best."

To her credit, she didn't flinch. She didn't even break eye contact. She did flush a bit across her upper chest and pursed her lips. I don't know if she was thinking about what to tell me or if she was considering to not tell me anything at all.

But I simply waited her out. At this point, the ball was in her court and where we went from here is up to her.

She finally started, hesitantly at first, with, "I've never had a great orgasm with anyone else. In fact, I'm not sure I've ever orgasmed with someone else. Not that every experience with boys has been horrible. I've been turned on before...but certainly never left satisfied or thinking it was a magical or memorable experience."

Getting that out in the open seemed to steel her resolve and she was prepared to move on full speed ahead, regardless of whether it was embarrassing to her or not.

Still, she did look away briefly as she continued with, "I have a vibrator...and it's been good to me over the last few years. But the best ever was with my fingers."

She was still looking away and I noticed her flushed complexion had deepened just a bit. Her nipples were now making an appearance through her tank top as well.

She looked back to me again, took a breath and went into her description.

"I was at a party my senior year in high school. I was with a boy that I hung out with as friends but we never dated. Anyway, once the crowd dwindled down to about just 8 or 10 of us left, one of the boys put a porn video on the tv. The boys were giggling and us girls were acting offended but I could tell that most everyone was giving attention to the video. At least no one was asking for it to be shut off."

She took a quick sip of water then continued, "The woman in the video was very pretty and she had this guy between her legs giving her oral. She was either a pretty good actor or she actually got to the point where his efforts paid off because she came. Watching her get off was erotic and as she went through her orgasm my friends all got quiet."

Another sip, then, "The video got shut off after that and people started interacting again. Mainly just "Goodbye's" as everyone was leaving to go home. I had to go to the bathroom prior to leaving so I went down the hall and opened the door without thinking. I thought the house was empty and I hadn't noticed any friends leave the room following the video."

"Anyway, the guy I rode with was on the toilet and he was jerking off. We both freaked and he scrambled to cover himself and I scrambled to leave the room. He came out in a couple of minutes and we said our "Goodbye's" to everyone else without talking to each other or making eye contact. Needless to say, the ride home was quiet. He tried once to apologize but I cut him off and said, "I get it" and we left it at that."

"Once I got home, the combination of the video and seeing my friend like that had me aroused. I touched myself while lying in bed and it was one of the only times where I didn't have work hard mentally to get myself into a place where I could orgasm."

"That was different. A real life situation like that. It was powerful. Not having to concoct a scenario or imagine a situation that would hopefully eventually lead to an orgasm was pretty liberating."

I could tell Ally was finished with the recounting of her experience. She looked at me like she was an open book now daring me to read her.

At this point, it was just a stare down. Like we were sizing each other up. I couldn't believe I was going to say this but as they say, "the truth shall set you free".

"I'm not sure we really need to do this, Ally," I began, and it definitely got her attention because she sat up straighter and gave me her full attention.

So I continued, "It seems like you really only need to figure out what you want and what works for you, then find the right guy to take you there in real time rather than you having to concoct the scenario using your imagination."

"Your problem, as I see it, is that you're so damned beautiful and imposing that that guys feel intimidated or even emasculated, and then add to it that most guys your age probably don't know what to do with you even if they got that far. I know that feeling, I've been there."

I finished with, "Either way, there's certainly nothing wrong with you and you don't need to change anything about who you are. We can maybe just come up with a plan for what you might try doing to help yourself and also help the lucky, lucky bastard you chose to take the next step with."

I finished with a smile that I hoped conveyed support and confidence to her in taking whatever that next step might be.

Apparently, chivalry still resonates with the younger generation. It took me a minute to find that out because Ally began sobbing and I thought I'd hurt her in some way. But that quickly proved to not be the case when she basically jumped over onto my lap and wrapped me in a big hug as she continued to sniffle a bit with her head on my shoulder.

I just held her for a bit and I could tell she was thinking about what I'd said. The problem with reflection time is that it works both ways. While she was processing her thoughts, I had time to reflect on her butt cheek pressed into my groin, her right breast pushed up against my chest just below my chin and the mile of cleavage it created that I couldn't look away from.

Lastly, I couldn't help but also reflect on how good her warm breath felt caressing the side of my neck just below my ear and the smell of some strain of berry that her shampoo or body wash was giving off.

In total, all of what I was reflecting on apparently flipped the switch in my brain that turned on the "pump blood to my cock" machine because it started to grow wedged between my pelvis and her hip. Wasn't a damned thing I was going to be able to do to hide that from her.

And almost immediately, I felt her butt wiggle and I knew for certain I'd been found out, so I figured it was best to just tackle the matter head on.

"At the risk of seeming like a hypocritical cad," I began with a mock seriousness, "let me just say that everything I said before was true and the offer and advice still stand. Anything else that may be happening down below is simply because I've got an incredibly breathtaking woman in my arms right now and I'd have to be dead or a neuter to not respond in this fashion."

"So really," I finished, "it's kind of your fault."

A warm chuckle in my ear that didn't help the situation, and another butt wiggle, then Ally went still for another couple of minutes.

Eventually, she sat up enough to look at me and said, "I appreciate all of what you said. You don't know how much it means to me and how good it feels to hear it. I trust you and I look forward to discussing a lot of different things that could help me."

"But first," she said, with her voice dropping down in timbre, "I want you to show me."

Okay...that request was not made by a girl just a few weeks shy of her 19th birthday. That was all woman.

"'Cause the walls start shaking, the Earth was quaking

My mind was aching and we were making it

And you shook me all night long

Yeah, you shook me all night long"

From the song You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

Her request put me on the spot because as soon as she said it, announcing her yearning, her desire and her arousal in this moment, I knew that she was waiting for me to take the lead and deliver to her whatever it is she'd conjured up and fantasized about regarding the ultimate outcome of this encounter. No pressure, huh?

If only it were as simple as waving a magic wand. Speaking of which.... Shit, I still don't know what Angela has told her about me.

Regardless, I remember that my first time with Marissa, she made it a mind-blowing experience for me. She made sure the doors to my mind and body were thrown open. I became hooked. A junkie. And from that point on I was doing whatever I could to try and repay the pleasure she gave to me so that I could score my next fix.

So far, Ally has missed out on this experience in life so I was going to try and take that same approach with her. I don't care what the size factor, her physical beauty, her naivete or her lack of experience meant to the equation. This first time I was going to try and completely overwhelm her with pleasure. Tonight was all about her.

If she knows what a caring, attentive partner can do for her, it establishes the reference point for any future intimate relationship. It creates a baseline for her and helps her understand and set expectations.

Once that's set, we can work on what she can do to and for her partner to reciprocate.

All of that analysis and planning on Ally's behalf sounds noble and good, right? Well I led her back to the bedroom describing what we were going to do. How I wanted her to relax and feel comfortable just in receiving. To emote, explore and explode if possible. Tonight was strictly about her journey.

This was clearly received well by her and her comfort with it was apparent when she stripped without compunction. She stood by the bed looking at me awaiting the next command and I blanked. In fact, I think I even drooled. The perfection of her literally stupefied me and I completely lost control of my senses.

Boxing great Mike Tyson was once asked by a reporter if he was worried about the fight strategy an upcoming foe planned to use against him. Tyson replied, "Everyone's got a plan until they get punched in the mouth."

Ally was a goddess and standing there nude, her beauty punched me right in the fucking mouth.

Okay, new plan. Don't prematurely blow my load in my pants, find a way to swallow this lump in my throat and figure out the cause of this odd fucking twitch in my left eye that just started up.

Sweet chocolate Christ she was breathtaking.

My rational brain finally kicked-in enough to recognize that I was staring at her like a dirty old perv and Ally was about 3 seconds from starting to feel uncomfortable with the situation. Not good.

So I exhaled the breath I'd apparently been holding and said, "Ally, your beauty is beyond words and it's affects on me are compounded by the fact that what makes you so beautiful clearly starts on the inside. You're just a beautiful person. A complete package. And that combination is so awesome that I think you're going to have to accept how it may make people act the fool around you in situations like this."

I added, "In my case, you almost gave an old man a heart attack. I think I'm going to be fine (slight chuckle) so please don't fret over the admiration I'm giving you. Your beauty warrants the appreciation."

I finished with a smile and a wink while I now maintained eye contact. That eased any discomfort she may've been having and it seemed gone completely when I approached her and took her in my arms. She acted appreciative for the closeness and I was blown away at her comfort in her own body and nudity. Maybe a lifetime of skimpy volleyball uniforms and current trends in things like workout gear and swimwear have allowed this generation to become less self-conscious about showing off all their skin?

I'll have to pursue that notion with her at a later date. Doesn't seem that important right now.

So how do I describe her? There aren't enough adjectives to attempt it and the words synonymous with "beautiful" and "sexy" don't do her justice.

It's a bit of a cop out but it's easiest to pass along a visual. Back in college, a teammate from rowing club who was a little taller than me was obsessed with a Playboy Playmate who was, at least at the time, supposedly the tallest model in pin-up history. My teammate had her pictures and centerfold up in his dorm room for almost all of his time at the university.

Her name was Cara Michelle, you can Google her, and Ally has a striking resemblance to her with very similar features, similar build, etc.

The difference being, Ally is prettier in the face in my opinion and has noticeably fuller breasts. Her body is also just a touch fuller with more definition due to her athleticism. A complete specimen.

And she stood here without all the hours of primp and prep for a professional photo shoot as well as no special lighting or airbrushing. Impossibly perfect.

Our first kiss was tentative. I was willing myself to go slow. To appreciate. To savor. Ally just responding as best she could to my lead. I ran my fingertips lightly up and down her arms as we gently kissed. I kept it light as I worked my kisses down her throat to her clavicle then out to her shoulder.

Coming back towards her mouth I switched one hand around to her lower back and the other up behind her to take a firm grasp of the back of her head. Both hands held her possessively to me and as I closed around her mouth again with my kisses, I was a little more insistent.

Ally responded well. It was clear she was enjoying my touch and attention because her responses matched my intensity and she was letting light little moans, not much more than sighs, escape from her lips.

I leaned in to guide us back and onto the bed and she was like a panther or mountain lion with her movements. Just incredibly lithe and sleek and completely in control of herself.

Once positioned comfortably, I spent the next 30 minutes working from her head all the way to her feet with kisses, nibbles, light finger strokes and firmer massage rubs trying to find every erogenous zone on her body. It would be an easier and shorter list to note where she wasn't sensitive.