Unexpected "Fame"

"What makes you think I'm afraid?" I inquired.

"Just because, you're sitting there a little tense."

She was right. True, I was now fondling her breasts with my right hand and feeling her erect nipples under the fabric. But I was sitting on the carpet with my legs awkwardly crossed and had to prop myself up with my left hand. It was a bit embarrassing: I couldn't even manage a proper cross-legged position.

Then Gesa lay down on the soft carpet and offered me her whole body to caress. I knelt down next to her and now let both hands wander over her breasts and belly and slowly approached her pubic arra with circular movements. She stroked my face and neck. Then she pulled me down to her face and kissed me.

After the many months with Christine, I had forgotten how different kisses can be. Unlike Christine, Gesa didn't wait for my tongue, but let her tongue slide right into my mouth and let it roam around. Then she sucked violently until my tongue slid into her mouth. The kiss weakened but did not end. Whenever I thought we would separate again now, her tongue came back into my mouth. The kiss lasted forever and during that eternity I had put my hand on her pubic and started stroking along her labia and also where I suspected her clit under the fabric.

I felt that she was not wearing anything under the bodysuit. But I didn't dare to reach under the fabric or even unbutton the bodysuit. Gesa's hand had now also wandered between my legs. I felt my cock getting hard and she had to feel that through the denim now too. Our long kiss didn't end until Drake had finished playing "Hazey Jane" and the tone arm lifted off the record and swung back. My whole mouth tingled after that kiss, and with my hand I felt Gesa's wet pussy through the fabric.

"Shall we go upstairs?" Gesa asked, standing up without waiting for my answer. On the stairs, I could hardly take my eyes off her crotch, where the outlines of her labia were clearly visible in the wet fabric between her thighs.

At the top Gesa went straight into the bedroom. On the left side the door to the bathroom was half open. Without saying anything, I disappeared there. My heart was pounding to a stop and I desperately needed to pee from excitement. I decided to take off my jeans, stockings and shirt and put them on a chair there in the bathroom. In my briefs and T-shirt, I walked over to the bedroom.

Gesa had lit some candles and was lying under a bright red sheet on an oversized double bed. On a chair next to the bed lay the black bodysuit. I hesitantly sat down on the edge of the bed. "Why don't you take your clothes off and lie with me," she suggested, tracking my movements as I pulled the T-shirt over my head and freed myself from my briefs.

"Do we need a condom?" I asked, feeling a little proud that I had thought of the question.

"No," she replied, "I'm on the pill."

She lifted the sheet, and I caught a glimpse of her round grapefruit breasts with dark red nipples and her reddish hairy vulva between her slightly spread thighs. Then she covered us both and we started stroking each other all over under the sheet. My cock became enormously hard. She sat up, pushed the sheet aside, approached my lap with her mouth and very gently kissed my pulsating cock with her soft lips. She first licked my glans, then took half of my penis in her mouth and began to suck on it, while she continued to circle her tongue around the glans in her mouth. I was aroused as never before and began to lick and kiss her nipples that had become hard. She sucked my cock for quite a while until she let it slide out of her mouth fully erect, slumped back into the bed and said softly, "Make love to me now."

I moved closer to her and lifted her leg so that the tip of my wet cock came to rest right against her pussy. She took it in her hand and slowly pushed it into her warm and wet vagina. My cock slid in without any resistance. I could hardly believe my luck.

After barely three seconds my sperm came, I squirted three or four times and then it was over. My only half erect penis slid out of her vagina, along with some of my white juice.

I was shocked and the situation was incredibly embarrassing. Here lay the currently most beautiful woman in the world, she let me have sex with her and I couldn't even begin to satisfy her. And I hadn't had any of it either. How could I when I had come after only a few seconds? The title of an article I had read years ago in the youth magazine "Bravo" popped into my head, "Premature Ejaculation, What Can You Do About It?" I couldn't remember what it said, but it was too late now anyway. Just a moment ago, in the bathroom, I had felt more masculine than ever before and was full of great expectations, an Olympic champion on the verge of triumph. And now, a few minutes later, the dream was already shattered, and I felt like a stupid student in junior high school. The second shattered dream in just one week. I felt ridiculous, I hated my body at that moment, I hated myself completely, and I sat in shame before the mess.

"I'm sorry about that," I just managed to stammer out.

"Hey, it doesn't matter," Gesa tried to comfort me. "It happens to all men sometimes, believe me. Has it never happened to you before? Then you've been lucky so far."

She laughed, but at the same time managed not to make me feel laughed at by her. And she was still lying there as before, with her seductive breasts and her pussy between her spread thighs, from which my sperm was now dripping through her pubic hair onto the bed.

Then she furrowed her brow. "That wasn't the first time for you, was it?" And when I didn't immediately respond, she exclaimed, "Wow, it WAS your first time! That's crazy, and a real reason to celebrate!"

With those words, she jumped out of bed, ran downstairs, and returned a short time later with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. She held the iced bottle out to me.

"Here, open it, NOW you may hurry," she said, laughing again.

I was by no means experienced at opening champagne bottles either, although I had done it once or twice before. When I had removed the small wire cage and the aluminum foil, the cork was immediately catapulted to the ceiling, the foam followed it directly and the ice-cold noble liquid splashed foaming onto her breasts, onto my thighs and onto the bed between us. She quickly slid the glasses under the bottle, saving enough of the champagne for us to toast my first time. Then she bent over and kissed me again as intensely as before in the living room. Our mouths tingled. I caressed her breasts. The evening now didn't seem quite as messed up as it had five minutes ago.

"Now let´s watch a movie," she said after using the sheet to rid us of the remains of the champagne. "Do you know Fame? I love that movie!"

"No, I haven't seen that one yet, so let's watch it!"

A huge television screen stood across from the bed. She squatted wide-legged in front of it and rummaged in a drawer underneath. I had a fascinating view from behind of her back, her spread legs, and her pubic hair still glistening somewhat wetly between her thighs. Then she slid a video cassette into the recorder, stood up and turned to face me. She imitated a few ballet steps, gyrated her hips and clapped her hands together above her head. This showed off her perfect breasts to full advantage. So she pranced back to the bed, "We present to you "Fame," a film by Alan Parker," she trumpeted.

Her good mood infected me, my nervousness was gone. I was in love.

Soon we had made ourselves comfortable: Still naked, with our backs against the wall, well-padded with various pillows. The movie was okay, I especially liked the music. But I didn't get much of the content, because I was distracted by thoughts of everything that had happened before. And I had to keep looking at her breasts, her thighs, her vulva and actually her whole fascinating naked body.

She noticed that. "You may touch me", she said and at the same time took my cock in her hand, which started to straighten up again under her movements.

But before I could even begin to fondle her breasts, she turned to face me, swung her left leg over me, and sat down on my thighs facing me. Neither of us could see anything of the movie now, but the dialogue and music accompanied what we were doing now. Better said, what she was doing to me now.

While she kissed me, she supported herself with one hand on the bed, and lifted her buttocks. Then she directed with the other hand my hard cock closer to her pubic. My glans touched her labia and immediately after that I slid into her hot vagina for the second time that evening. Very slowly and carefully she now began to ride me with circular movements.

Then she ended the kiss, leaned back a bit so that I could admire her full breasts and massage them with both hands. I almost came again, but she prevented that by telling me a boring story about her recent car repair.

Then she rode me faster again, because my cock had become a bit limp from the story. In between she directed my right hand to her pubic and showed me exactly where and how to massage her clit.

During her now following ride she lifted herself out of the imaginary saddle every now and then, so that my cock almost slid out of her vagina, only to let herself fall back into the saddle again, so that I could penetrate deeply into her again. She fucked me like this for quite a while and it was fantastic. After about ten minutes she was still riding me. But then she grabbed me by the shoulders. "We're going to roll around now. Just don't let it slip out, no way!" she ordered me, laughing.

Then she gave my shoulders and thighs a jerk, which I picked up and continued until we were actually rolling around until we came to lie again, me now on top of her. My cock stayed in her pussy, and we could just keep going, except that now, in the missionary position, the main work was mine.

"Please fuck me really hard now, will you?" she begged, and I began to thrust into her. "Faster" she whispered "and come deeper inside me".

Shortly after that she closed her legs around my back and pressed me against her. Almost at the same time her pussy began to jerk around my cock several times, she cried out loudly two or three times and tossed her head back and forth. And while I was still watching this in fascination, heat suddenly rose from my cock to the top of my head and back, and it began to tingle all over my body. After a few more thrusts, with both of us cooing, humming and moaning, I felt my semen rise into my penis and squirted it into her vagina, for the second time that evening, while she literally pushed me into herself with her hands on my butt.

Then, exhausted, I let myself sink onto her breasts and she embraced me with all her might. After a long kiss, my penis slipped out of her vagina.

"Now we have reason to celebrate. Where's the bottle?" she exclaimed.

"You wanna celebrate my first time a second time?" I asked excitedly.

"No, I want to celebrate my first orgasm in three years," she said.

To that, a thousand thoughts ran through my head, but I just asked, "What about your boyfriend?"

And she only replied, "You don't wanna know".

We each drank another sip of champagne, this time straight from the bottle. "Fame" was now approaching its climax as well. We cuddled up to each other and covered ourselves with the sheet. "Can you stay with me tonight?" she asked.

"Yes," I said with the certainty of a grown man.