You are Definitely Going to Hell Ch. 05

It takes a while for us to recover to a point where we can have a coherent conversation. "Oh, shit," Dawn says. "I better go to the loo." She gets up and looks for something to put on.

"Top right-hand draw," I tell her. She goes over and pulls out the first t-shirt she finds. She's out the door before it's had time to cover her modesty.

I hear the toilet flush and get my dressing gown on, and as soon as I hear the bathroom door unlock, I'm out the bedroom door and pass a smiling Dawn before she's taken three steps.

When I return, Dawn is looking around my room. "What's the fascination with this Lisa Lovegood?" She asks, but before I can answer, she adds, "I bet it's her massive breasts."

"No, I say. Although she has wonderful breasts, before you compare them to yours, no, I do not prefer larger breasts. I'm more into the woman being balanced, and if you had bigger boobs, your frame wouldn't look right." I stand next to Dawn and add. "As for my fascination with Lisa," I point to the photo on the board.

Dawn looks closer and then takes a second look at the poster. "Shit, you know her."

I nod. "What did Maria tell you about me?"

"Not much, she's not a gossip, and if you tell her something, she will always keep it to herself. So are you going to tell me about this?" Dawn touches my side.

I point to Charlie, "Come on, let's get back to bed before we get too cold," I say.

As we snuggle down, I tell Dawn how I got my scar and how I met Bec. We talk for a while, learning about each other's lives and families. Dawn has two younger brothers and is looking to go into teaching.

We finally fall asleep as we spoon. My alarm wakes us from a deep sleep. I must admit I enjoy sleeping with someone in my arms. As we wake up and kiss each other, my cock once again stiffens.

Dawn opens her legs happily to let me in, but the moment I enter her, I see her flinch and grimace. I stop straight away and pull out. "Is everything okay, Dawn?"

"Sorry, Rob. I'm very tender down there. Can we skip our wake-up call?" It's not surprising. Dawn had only ever had sex a hand full of times and not for some time.

"Don't worry; maybe we will do more next time." I kiss her lips, and smile at her. We have a cuddle before I roll off.

Dawn gives me an 'I'm happy with that,' smile and gets up. I get up and hunt for my jogging bottoms and swimming bag. By the time I've returned from the bathroom after cleaning my teeth, Dawn is ready to leave.

It's a short walk past the run-down buildings my parents and I are buying to where the girls are staying. I stop outside, only to be pulled in and shown into the communal area. "Wait here; I'm sure Mar......" Dawn is cut off by Maria walking in, ready to go. Dawn smiles at her friend and then gives me a lingering kiss goodbye before making her way upstairs.

"Looks like someone had a good night," Maria says as she comes over for her good morning kiss.

As we sit next to each other on the bus, I lean closer to Maria. "From what I have gathered and what Dawn said last night, you are a good person to confide in."

"What do you mean?" Maria asks.

"Well, all the girls that have come into my room have talked to me like they don't know me. This tells me you haven't told them anything we've discussed."

"Yeah, I've never been one to gossip. I've been on the wrong side of it several times." She rests her head against mine. "I will never repeat anything we talk about."

"Good to know. Looks like we will be having many conversations," I say.

Maria smiles at me. "Anytime, Rob." She takes a deep breath. "You know I've already chosen you as my confidant."

I laugh. "I like that, confidant."

We sit quietly for the rest of the short trip to the swimming pool, happy in each other's company. As we get off and cross the road, Maria suddenly says, "You realize you're becoming my best friend."

"You know, I'd like that. I could do with a real friend here." I smile at her and wrap my arm around her as we walk through the swimming pool doors.

We again share a lane, and Maria pushes herself a little more this time. When I get out, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her lips.

On the bus home, Maria says, "Thanks for the kiss in the pool."

"You deserved it for the effort you put in today. Plus, it didn't hurt showing a little public display of affection."

"It's a shame you've already had sex this morning. I'm in need of a Q&C."

"I haven't had sex this morning, so if you need anything, my lady."

A smile spreads across her face, and her head once again rests against mine as our bus makes its way through the early morning traffic.

The bus stops almost outside The Cafe. We almost run up to my room. As soon as my door closes and I lock it, there's a frantic removal of clothing. When Maria was asking for a quickie, she wasn't joking. Maria's first on the bed with her knickers pulled down a little, waving her ass at me. "I want it hard and deep, Rob," she says, looking over her shoulder at my rapidly inflating cock. She licks her top lip and then bites her bottom lip in anticipation.

I kneel up behind her, and she gasps and then groans as I scrape my cock through her perfectly formed pussy lips. The girl's body is a complete work of art. Maria is already wet and ready to receive, and I waste no time applying pressure to her opening.

It's my turn to groan as I slide in. It feels like her pussy is sucking me in as I move back and forth, getting deeper with each stroke. I bottom out and hold myself for a second to gain control and for Maria to adjust to having a fat cock inside her.

She looks over her shoulder, and that's all I need to start moving. It only takes half a dozen strokes to get up to speed as I give the lady what she's asked for. As I pump away, Maria buries her head in my pillow, and I hear a long guttural moan. Shortly after, her pussy starts to pulsate around me, giving me the incentive to speed up as I begin to feel my climax building. Maria's juices are now running over my balls and dripping onto my duvet. I can feel the head of my cock expand as I hold myself from the edge just a little longer before Maria's second orgasm pushes me over the top, and I pump my cum deep inside her.

As soon as my cock stops pumping, Maria collapses forward, quickly pulling her knickers up. I now have enough room to fall next to her, still recovering from my climax.

I feel an arm around my middle as I stretch out my arm and pull her in, so she's resting on my chest. "I needed that," she says.

"Yeah, what's with the pulling up the panties so quickly?"

Maria lifts her and opens her eyes. "I want you inside me all day. I might even dip my finger in later and have a taste." She watches me for a second for a reaction and gets a laugh and a head shake. "Rob, have you ever ballroom danced?" She says from nowhere.

"Oh god, when I was fifteen, my mum made me take lessons because we had this work party thing at The Marriot in London. I even impressed a young girl with my moves," I said. "Haven't since, though, so I'm very rusty."

"Oh god, I had something very similar.....Shit The Marriot? You went to a formal dance at the Marriot in London?" Maria say suddenly excited.

"Yes, I even used my skills and got to dance with a cute fourteen year old."

"No, way," Maria says. "Did she have braces and her hair tied back and curly?"

"What?.....Noooooo.....You? " Maria nods in amazement. "So why do you ask about being able to ballroom dance?" I say, still shocked, but now interested.

Maria takes a deep breath. "My parents are bugging me to go to my cousin's wedding just before Christmas. I've always been close to Christina and feel I should go. "

"So why don't you?"

"My family are not the easiest to get along with and the same reason I hold your hand at the pool. There will be an ex there. Christina introduced us, but he was like the other guys I've dated. Stuck-up and crap in bed. Also, a couple of cousins have made it their mission to try and bed me."

"Sounds like an awkward weekend then, so I presume from your question you were thinking of asking me to attend with you?"

"Yeah, you live down south and can waltz. What do you think?" She looks at me.

"Yeah, why not? Sounds like fun. Would we share a room?"

Maria's eyes enlarge at this new question. "Oh, this could be more fun than I thought. We could get a room together at the hotel it's being held. It's perfect, and we are screwing anyway." I can see all the ideas flashing through her eyes. "Mum and dad won't know what's hit them," she adds.

I can only smile at my fuck buddy's enthusiasm. "Okay, where is it exactly?"

"The Grand Hotel Brighton, you know, the one the IRA tried to blow Maggie Thatcher up back in 84. They've refurbished it, and my cousin is having her wedding reception there."

"Yeah, stayed there before the bombing. Something to do with the Freemasons," I say.

"Your Dad's in the Masons as well? We must have met more than once," Maria says, blowing out a breath in disbelief.

"Our parents must know each other then. Other than The Marriot, I don't remember much more," I say, trying to think of all the people I've met. "So why do you need me to be able to waltz?"

"Oh, my cousin met her fiancé at classical dance club. You can put money on that at one point in the night; we will be required to waltz or something."

"They have clubs for classical dance?"

"Yeah. They have a ball doing it," Maria says joking.

"Come on Jasper Carrot; we need to get ready for classes," I say, Maria reluctantly gets off and finds her clothes. I chuck my jogging bottoms and t-shirt back on and walk her to the door.

As we exit my room, Debs leaves Len's room. "Well, good morning, you two. I wondered who was screaming last night."

"That wasn't me; that was Dawn. I've just come over for a quickie." She kisses me on the lips, "see you later," Maria says, and then she disappears through the front door I've opened for her. Debs looks at me with a knowing smile and then follows Maria without saying another word.

Taking on the typing course has made my week very busy, and Carol McCormack is giving me many tips on speeding up my typing. I'm not part of her main class, but she seems to have relaxed with me and gives me more time than anyone else.

Tonight I have the pleasure of Cynthia's company. That leaves Brenda out of the group I have yet to be with. Brenda has not indicated when she might come over because someone has asked her out.

Cynthia is very beautiful, even compared to the other ladies in my life. She's got long wavy brown hair and the most incredible hazel eyes. If she were blond, she would be near perfect, but she still comes second to Maria.

I'm watching the nine o'clock news when I hear a tap on the door. I get up and open the door to the beautiful sight of Cynthia in tight jeans and a tight polar neck jumper with holes cut in the shoulder showing her smooth skin. The one striking thing about her is her full lips and bright lipstick. She gives me a confident smile as I move aside to let her in. I take a moment to get my first proper look at her, and I am impressed. Her breasts are a similar size to Jill's, and she's a little shorter than Maria. She also carries a little weight. She's not fat in any way, but she doesn't exercise by the look of it.

"Good evening," I say.

"Hi, Rob," she says as I close the doors and take her coat.

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" I ask, trying to take the edge off my nerves. Beautiful women still have that effect on me, even if I am on a promise.

"Tea, please. Is it okay for me to stay the night?" This is becoming a regular question.

"Yes, of course it is," I say. "I think it makes sense. I can walk you home in the morning." I go over and fill the kettle.

"Maria said she will meet you when you drop me off. What do you two do in the morning?"

"We go swimming. I got beaten up when someone accused me of doing something I didn't do. I nearly died of a punctured lung and had a year of physio. I've just kept the swimming going."

"I must say, you look great because of it," Cynthia says, blushing at me. I grimace at the compliment. "I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?"

"No, Cynthia. I've never been good at accepting compliments." I look at her. "Sorry, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"No, I understand. When I went through puberty and my body developed, it took me a while to stop reacting to people ogling me."

"I bet you get a lot of that," I say with a cheeky grin. The kettle boils, and I pour the water into the pot. "Milk or sugar?"

"A little milk, no sugar, please," she replies.

I finish the tea, and we go to sit on the sofa. "So tell me about yourself, Cynthia?"

She takes a sip, "Mmmmm, good tea, thank you," she says as she puts her cup down. "Where to start......Okay, I was born in Germany when my Dad was in the army there. We moved back to Redhill, Surrey, when I was two. That's when my brother was born, followed by my little sister. My childhood was a good one. I was a bit of a brain box, so I did well at school and college." She takes a breath. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what would you like to know?"

"Other than sex, what do you get out of this?"

"Good question and a difficult one to explain. Other than getting to know some incredible people on a level I would never have dreamed of....... I suppose the easiest way to describe it is a bit of a power trip. I was taught by someone not to fuck, but to listen and learn how to make love to someone. No two people are the same, and being able to read a person and make them give me that face just before and during one of the most intense orgasms of their life is self-satisfying. That, and I am a horny twenty-year-old with a fat cock, really does help. So other than orgasms, what are you looking for from me?"

Cynthia puts her cup down. "I didn't expect that answer. Me, what do I want? I think Maria hit the nail on the head. We are in a place where we are outnumbered five to one. Hormones and testosterone are king, but if we want to find someone that's not just out to increase their quota, then we need to be able to look without the added pressure of needing to get laid." She looks at me as if contemplating. "Personally, I am looking forward to being held by a man. One of the girls said she had a great night's sleep in your arms. That's all I got from that lot."

"Do you think we should head for the bedroom?" I ask. Cynthia nods, and I stand and help her to her feet.

Again, I watch her look around my room as she finishes her tea. She stops and looks at my poster of Bec and the photos on the wall. She doesn't seem to notice the picture of Bec and me together.

She seems to be shaking a little, and her breathing catches with nerves. "Cynthia, are you okay? You seem a little nervous." I say, trying to calm her.

Cynthia turns and looks at me with a smile. "I'm sorry, I'm not used to doing this sort of thing. The guys I've slept with before I knew for a while before we did anything."

"That's fine. If you want to talk tonight, we can talk. I'm not here to make anyone do something they don't want."

"Don't get me wrong; I'm feeling wet just being here. It's just that now it's just you and me. It's suddenly become so real." She puts her cup down on the side and walks over to me. "Thank you for being nice and offering to talk. All my life, I have played it safe and not done things. Tonight I would like to change that." Cynthia puts her arms around my neck and looks at me.

"Cynthia, I am yours to do with what you will." A smile appears on her face, so I lean in and gently kiss her.

Cynthia returns the kiss but then breaks it for a moment. "Before I forget, I won't let anyone cum inside me. Would you mind wearing a condom?"

"Sure, no problem," I say, leaning straight back in to continue our kissing. Tonight I'm taking it slow with this lady. I maneuver her towards the bed, and we both kick our shoes off and lay down without hardly separating. Cynthia climbs on me straight away, letting me squeeze her incredible 501-clad ass.

It doesn't take long until we start to grind against each other. My bulge is pressing against her mons, and Cynthia is pressing against me with increasing pressure. I begin to worry that I might get a little sore, so I shift my weight and turn onto my side. This gives us a little room to start removing clothing. We both have the same thought as I pull her jumper up, and Cynthia pulls my t-shirt out of my jeans.

We break for a moment to remove each other's tops and then return to kissing. Cynthia's skin against mine feels great as my hand snakes up her back, unclipping her bra on the third attempt. She helps me remove it without breaking our kiss, and I groan as I feel her squash her breasts against me. As we pull each other in tightly, I feel her soft body mold to mine.

I'm a little desperate to inspect her boobs, so I ease her onto her back and explore with my lips. As my lips encircle her nipple, she groans, "Oh fuck." I undo the buttons on her jeans while I am there, removing my trousers at the same time.

I deftly put a condom over my raging hard-on as I spend time worshiping her body before she says between heavy breaths, "Rob, I want your cock inside me."

As you know, I only need to be asked once as I climb back up her body. I have gone very softly with Cynthia, something I think she's appreciated. Her opening is very wet as I line myself up and push. Her pussy lets me in on the first attempt as I slowly slide back and forth, going deeper with each stroke. Our lips touch, and our tongues do the dance of lovers. We breathily pause as I bottom out. "Fuck, that feels good," I say.

"You're telling me. I've never been so full," Cynthia replies.

Our lips press gently together once more as I slowly start to move my hips. With Cynthia staying the night, there is no rush as we make love slowly.

Although Cynthia doesn't look athletic, she is quite flexible and has her legs wrapped around my waist. I can feel her pussy massaging my cock as we maintain a steady rhythm.

She is one of my quietest lovers and moans quietly as I give her full-length strokes. She also gives me instructions. "Oh yes, just there....that's nice....fuck...." More of a running commentary than giving actual instruction, I suppose. As she gets closer to her climax, her words change. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close...I'm coming...Speed up, baby, almost there." So I speed up and push my cock in deeper, grinding my pubic bone into her clitoris.

Her legs drop back down on the bed as I feel her virginal walls tremble as she approaches. Cynthia holds her breath as her pussy squeezes me, and she shouts, "Oh god." In an almost growl. I'm not done yet, and as her pussy grips me, I double my pace as my climax builds. Feeling my cock harden that little bit before I climax, I hold back and then fill the condom full of baby fluid. My pulsating cock causes Cynthia to have a second stronger orgasm.

I collapse down next to her as we both regain our composure. I glance at Cynthia, who's running her finger through her wet pussy lips. "I thought I asked you to put a condom on," she says quite angry, looking at the gooey mess.

"I did," I reply. Cynthia lifts her head and looks at my still-covered semi-hard cock.

She gasps, "I'm so sorry, Rob. I have never cum like this before and presumed it was yours." She rolls onto her side and plants a kiss on my lips, repeatedly saying sorry with each kiss. She stops, and looks at me. "That was incredible; please tell me we can go again?"

I turn my head and look at her. We must have made love for close to an hour, and she wants more. "Okay, but this time we will go at it hammer and tongs, and I want to taste you," I say as I roll off the first condom. Cynthia's eyes open wider. I reach for the drawer at the side of my bed where I keep my condoms. She doesn't say anything but reaches out and stops my hand. "Are you sure?" I ask.