Ch. 04 Unexpected Weekend

Chapter 4

Sunday night

The condo was quiet. I could hear the drumming of the rain on the skylight. The light under the hood over the stove was the only light and I could see the condo dimly reflected in the big picture windows that looked out over the ocean. Quiet and dark.

We were still catching our breath, still smiling from the tumultuous rush from the car as we took off our shoes in the hallway. I walked over to the kitchen and leaned back against the island, putting my hands on the edge of the countertop and leaning against them, watching him.

John came over. Today was a lot of fun, he said... it was kind of like a date.

Um, yeah... kind of?

He was standing close to me. You're really cute, he said.

I said something but I don't remember what it was because he was coming closer.

And you have such pretty eyes. You must get a lot of compliments.

My breath caught in my throat. I said something else and don't remember that, either.

I felt strong hands on my hips. Pressure, gently pushing me against the counter behind me. We locked eyes. What was happening?

Can I kiss you?

I nodded.

And he did. He kissed me. Eyes closing, lips just softly touching. Pause. Looking into each other's eyes, searching...

Second kiss: more. Soft open lips, gentle. So different! Third kiss: deeper, firmer, open. Penetrating. This was so hot! All the muscles in my body went soft in a full submission to his firm embrace. I put my arms around his shoulders and suddenly understood what girls mean when they say their knees got weak.

We kissed some more. He kissed my neck, down to my collar bone, nibbled on my earlobe. Hands all over me: my hips, thighs, around my lower back, up the sides of my body. Sweeping over my butt, along the underside. Firm pressure. Kissing me again.

I was losing myself, my arms around John's neck, stretching up to him, tippy toes, head tilted back, pleading with my soft lips, wanting more. Muffled moans, heavy breathing. Feeling his strong arms, firm chest. Oh my god. He's so much bigger and stronger. And we're alone. No one is coming. A nervous thrill: He could do anything he wants to me...

How long had we been kissing? Five minutes? Half an hour? I could feel John was aroused. I gently pushed my hip into his growing erection, letting him know that I felt it. And that I liked it.

He pulled back and we looked into each other's eyes. What is happening? I said but this time out loud, quietly, genuinely curious, overwhelmed. The heavy rain rattling on the windows called me back into the moment. I'm going to open a bottle of wine, he said. Can I pour you a glass?

We separated for a moment to freshen up in our respective rooms. I took a couple of deep pulls on a joint, floating back to the living room. He took my hand and guided me to the couch in front of the hearth. I sat down sideways, my bare feet and pink toes tucked under me, shyly smiling up at him.

He walked over and flipped a switch to turn on the gas fireplace and it lit with a whoosh; into the kitchen and back with two glasses of wine. He handed me one of the glasses and sat down close to me, our thighs and bodies touching.

To new friends, he said.

I smiled nervously. To new friends. I took a big gulp.

John took my glass and put it on the table behind the couch next to his and then put his right arm around my shoulders. We were sitting so close to each other. He leaned in. I looked at his lips, made eye contact and then closed my eyes, tipping my face upwards to him, inviting him to kiss me again.

It was intoxicating. I was lost. He reached over me and put his left hand on the outside of my leg. I could feel the weight of his arm and the warmth of his hand resting against me, the warmth of his body close to mine. Small caresses, fingertips, then more boldly up my thigh and cupping my hip; down over my knee to my lower leg, up again, sweeping over my butt.

More kissing, head tilted back with his soft lips and firm kisses on my neck, under my chin, his right hand caressing my shoulder and gently pulling me closer to him; his left hand all over my body, up my sides, down again to push at the bottom of my hoody, his hand up underneath and over the soft cotton of the t-shirt. His thumb pressed against my chest and his fingers gripped the outside of my ribs, under my arms, the fingers and thumb pressing against me, near my nipple, and I gasped. He was feeling me up. I felt like a teenager.

He tugged at my hoody again and I got the hint and pulled it over my head. The short t-shirt pulled up and exposed my belly button and I shyly pulled it down, pulling the fabric tight over my hard nipples.

I was breathing deeply, snuggling against him, loving his masculine smell and the cologne of his deodorant. My right hand had been on his shoulder, on his muscular chest. I accidentally brushed against his lap, over his hard erection. Oh my god. I put my hand on his knee, lightly, and looked into his eyes as I slowly moved my hand along his inner thigh, between his legs.

Faint alarm bells in the back of my mind: John is such a manly stud. I'm pretty sure he's straight? Is this gay? Does he really want this? Will he hurt me? And ridiculously: Am I just high and misreading his signals?

Too late. My hand was covering his hard cock, feeling it hard underneath my palm and pressing up against the fabric of his jeans. I moved my face closer to him and he kissed me again with teasing lips. I pulled back and looked at my tiny hand in his lap. I was rubbing his bulge and then fumbled with his belt and opened it up, pulling each end to the side over his hips, then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. I made my hand flat and slid it under the waistband of his boxers. My breath caught in my throat as my hand closed around a handful of cock, firm shaft, body heat, coarse hair, feeling an involuntary muscular pulse.

I felt the vibration of a deep moan in his chest. I moved my hand up and down his shaft a couple of times. I knew what he wanted. I knew what I wanted. I slid down off the couch to kneel on the floor, moving in front of him. I used my hands to move his legs apart, and then walked on my knees with little steps until my body was pressed against him. I reached up and undid the first three buttons of his shirt. I moved it open and kissed the exposed skin, moving down as I undid the rest, until my head was above his lap and I kissed the warm skin just above the waistband of his underwear.

Tucking my fingers into the top of his jeans, one hand on each side, I slowly pulled his jeans and his underwear towards me. I kissed from his belly button down a trail of soft hair, kissing all the way down to the base of his cock, the top of it where the shaft met his body, pulled straight by the elastic of his waistband holding it down.

I leaned back and sat demurely on my heels. He raised his hips and I pulled his jeans and boxers off his legs, first one foot then the other. His cock sprung up, bobbing into the air and bowed downwards with its weight. He was swelling and growing bigger.

I looked up at him and smiled shyly. He was comfortably leaning back with one arm resting on the back of the couch. His shirt was open and draped over his muscular chest, legs open, heavy balls gathered under his cock. Masculine. Dominant.

I leaned in and smelled the musk of male arousal. I put my hands on his hairy legs and slid them up his warm skin while I planted soft playful kisses up the inside of his right thigh until my face was nuzzled in his lap, against the side of his cock, breathing his scent with deep breaths.

He was relaxed, confident. I looked up at him with shy, flirty eyes, and then back to his cock. You are so big, I whispered.

Slightly parted lips and the tiniest tongue tip caressing his balls. Tasting his skin. I kissed up the side of his shaft with little sissy kisses until I reached the head. It was slick and shiny with precum. Omg. I was going to suck a cock.

I held him lightly in my right hand and kissed the tip with soft, pursed lips. It was wet and slick. I kissed again, open mouth, my lips half-way over the head, gathering his precum and tasting it on my tongue before slowly gliding my lips over him. This was hot! I relaxed and opened my mouth and let the weight of my head slide my mouth down until my lips closed around the ridge of his head, against the shaft. I moaned involuntarily and stayed still, savoring the feeling. The warmth of his cock in my mouth was like holding a soft, golden radiance inside of me.

Caressing with my tongue, overwhelmed by the silky soft, hard, hot member in my mouth, sliding under my lips. Delicately holding his hot cock with my fingertips. I felt the carpet under my knees, the tension of my legs folded under me, the heat from the fireplace warming my body, slightly warmer on the bare skin of my lower back, warm against the soles of my bare feet.

My head covering his lap, all of my attention, all of my senses were centered around his cock. I felt his warm, silky soft skin moving under my lips, into and out of my mouth, moving over my tongue, and a subtle urgency, a wanting, of putting him deeper and deeper inside of me, his head full and touching the back of my throat. I wanted him. I wanted him deeper.

Pleasuring him was luxurious. I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life but my little penis was barely aroused, only semi-hard with a soft pressure against the front of my panties, aware of a slick feeling around my little head. Am I getting wet? I was aware of the satin and lace and my tight jeans embracing my body. Sarah and I had played around with power roles before but this was real submission. Submissive and feminine.

Maybe my high was fading because I had a moment of clarity: on my knees, looking up at a handsome, sexy man, serving him. Pleasuring him. Giving him pleasure with my body. It was the only thing I wanted to do forever.

John was getting close. I could sense it in his cock and the skin of his balls getting firmer and pulling towards his body. I could sense it beneath my arms in the small, involuntary muscle movements in his hips and in his thighs. It filled me with a desire to make him come. Like it was the most important thing in the world.

I was surprised when I realized how badly I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted it. A lot. I began to move my head in deep, full and deliberate strokes, as deep as I dared, my hand pressed against my mouth and around his cock, pumping up and down as my head dipped and rose again and again. John's deep rumbly moans were driving me crazy and I answered with girly whimpers and sweet sounding gasps of pleasure. I wanted it.

I felt him start to flex and tense and felt his cock grow somehow even harder, swelling inside me.

And then it came. He came. Pulse after pulse of thick, hot cum flooding my mouth, sweet and pungent, slick on my tongue and sticky on my teeth. I pulled back with just the head of his cock resting delicately between my lips, my mouth slightly open. Omg I am jacking off a man into my mouth! His cum filled me, the taste of him overwhelmed me and slid down my throat in gasping swallows, covering my lips, dripping down his cock.

Suddenly shy, breathless. I kept my eyes down, mouth open a little. My cheeks were hot and flushed, my lips swollen and tingly. Breathing deeply. This was unbelievably sexy. I liked it more than I could ever have imagined.

I continued to stroke him lightly, avoiding the sensitive head, sucking my fingers and chasing his taste. I finally had the courage to look up, trying to show him with my eyes how much I loved it, how much I loved sucking his cock, how I would suck his cock forever if he let me. Trying to show him how much I wanted to be his girl.