This is my first story posted to this site; constructive comments are appreciated. This story has a lot of buildup. If you’re looking for a quick one, this story isn't for you. If you’re in a rush, this story is divided into two parts since it’s so long. 26 pages, wasn't expecting that…
Skip down to part two if you’re in a hurry. Otherwise, please enjoy!
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Part 1
First off, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Felix. I’m 25, have a degree in Computer Science, and I’m finally off living on my own. I know 25 is pretty old to finally get out of the house, but I've had health problems my entire life. In fifth grade, I was diagnosed with a myriad of disorders ranging from anxiety, to OCD, to Tourette Syndrome. For those of you who don’t know, Tourette's is more than just the swearing disease. The tics, involuntary movements or sounds, range from minor to severe. The more severe of which have caused me several broken ribs and been a literal pain in the neck. I’d been on a veritable cocktail of medications for over 10 years, and I had gotten up to a peak weight of 360 pounds. Even though I’m 6’2”, I was still majorly overweight. Life was pretty much miserable for me for over 10 years of my life.
Another drawback of having severe health issues all through high school and the beginning of college was the ladies. Now, I’d never been picked on or laughed at, which was a miracle no matter how you looked at it, but I also wasn't at the top of the list of guys that they wanted to date. I wasn't even on the list for that matter. It should go without saying that I was a virgin. I’d had one ‘relationship’ that ended poorly during my sophomore year in high school, but that had lasted only a month or so and we’d never even kissed.
Since I didn't ask anyone out after that, there were the typical rumors of my being gay. I didn't fight those rumors. In high school, denying the truth of a rumor was the best way to confirm it in the eyes of the students. My friends knew I wasn't gay, but since I was rumored to be gay, most of those friends were women. After several years of being simply a ‘friend’ to the women around me, my confidence was completely shot.
My condition finally started to turn around when I turned 21. I finally was the required age for an experimental surgery. The surgery, Deep Brain Stimulation, was a resounding success. I’d finished my degree at the university, gotten a job at a web development company, and lost over 120 pounds. I didn't have a six pack, but at least I didn't have a keg anymore. In short, I wasn't in the best shape for a guy my age, but considering where I’d been, 240 was better than I could have hoped.
So to put in bluntly, I was mildly attractive, surrounded by available women, and had a good stable job on the horizon. But despite these going in my favor, I lacked the confidence to take the leap into the world of dating.
David, probably my best friend, was going for his doctorate in Pharmacy. He was as much my opposite as you could imagine. Where I enjoyed programming and gaming, he liked sports and hunting. I liked board games where you had to think things through, he like games of speed. Where he was the heart-throb of every woman he met, I was, well, me.
Looking at it in retrospect, there’s no way we should've been friends, but David was the kind of guy that was loyal to his friends. We’d grown up a couple blocks from each other, and hung out for years before my health issues surfaced. He was one of the few guys that I could name as a close friend.
He was going to be arriving later that day to help me unpack the moving van to make my new apartment livable. Luckily for us, I had friends who lived in town and they were going to help as well. Two girls I’d met in college, and one I’d been friends with since high school, were already at my place, with David to be arriving before noon.
Abbie I’d known since high school. She was the same age as me. At 5'2", she’d always been petite, bordering on tiny. She had curly blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. We’d been good friends since we entered high school. She was the girl that nerds drooled over. Not only was she pretty, but she liked video games, role-playing games, and math. She hated the drama of high school and didn't care what people thought about her. Abbie may have been an outsider in high school, but in college she had proved her intelligence. She was one of the rare woman in the vastly male world of computer science. She’d graduated in three and a half years with honors and was working her way up the ladder at a cyber-security company. No longer was she a social outcast. She’d had dozens of men ask her out, but so far, she’d turned them all down. “Just focusing on my career,” She’d assured me.
Sophie was Abbie’s foil, though not in a bad way, at least for the most part. Sophie was outgoing like you wouldn't believe. Where Abbie was small and petite, Sophie was tall and busty. Abbie was a shoulder length blonde; Sophie was a short haired brunette. We’d met in the library in college my second year. She had been talking loudly to a study partner and was disturbing my work group. I’d been ‘volunteered’ to go and ask her to shut up. When I’d gotten to her table and politely asked her to quiet down. She was brash and unashamed of her loudness. “Why do I have to quiet down?” She’d asked. “Why doesn't your group just move further away?” When I calmly insisted that she quiet down since she was in the library, her attitude changed. She’d actually apologized and as a sign of ‘penance’ she gave me her number.
It turns out that Sophie was a serial dater. She’d had more boyfriends than I had years in my life. I wouldn't call Sophie a slut, but that would probably be an accurate depiction. I never used the number that she gave me, but she had inserted herself into my circle of friends at the university. She recently got engaged to a guy named Ryan. I’d met him and he seemed nice enough, though I wasn't sure how well Sophie would do at monogamy. They definitely seemed to love each other, so that would help her in that area. Also Sophie was quite vocal about how good Ryan was in bed. So maybe that would keep her on the straight and narrow.
Last, there was Clara. I’d met Clara my first year at University. She had been two years ahead of me and already graduated with her degree in business. She had moved away and had been working at a marketing firm but it hadn’t been a good fit. The boss had ogled his female employees like they were meat in a display case. After more than a handful of unanswered HR complaints, she’d left the company and moved back to the city. In all honesty, I couldn't blame her former boss for admiring her looks. Clara was beautiful. She had a complexion so fair it would've looked unhealthily pale on most other women, but Clara made it work. She had bright, straight, red hair long enough to reach past her shoulder blades. She wasn't as petite as Abbie or as busty as Sophie, but she had the best ass of all three.
Of all the women that had become my friends, Clara was my favorite. If I was brave enough to ask a girl out, she’d definitely be the one.
But today was move in day. I had checked out the apartment in advance and planned where things would go. It was a two bedroom flat that had all the amenities a bachelor would need. It also had a washer and dryer, but like I said I was a bachelor, I would've been fine going to the laundromat each week.
We’d started unloading the van even though David wasn't due for another two hours. For those of you who have never moved into a new house or apartment, there’s always one thing you want to unpack get ready first. The bed. That way when you are exhausted and ready to sleep, you can do so. Unfortunately, the elevator for my building wasn’t big enough for my mattress. Thankfully, I was only on the second floor. I had bought a queen sized mattress. Not out of hope for a love life, but rather because it was on sale and in stock at Sleep Center. It took three of us to get it up the stairs and into the my new place, I took one end while Clara and Sophie had taken the other. Abbie was the navigator and door lady. After the bed we started to bring boxes up. I'd purchased a small cart to move the boxes, but we still had to load and unload them.
By we, I of course mean me. In losing over one hundred pounds of weight, I’d built up quite a bit of muscle. I don’t like to brag (God that’s a lie, I love to brag, I just feel rude doing it) but I was best equipped to do the heavy lifting. When I had asked the three ladies to help me move in, I’d assured them up front that David and I would do the lifting and loading while they could do the unpacking.
About the third cart of boxes, I needed a bit of a break. I sat down in one of the folding chairs we’d unloaded as I watched the girls unpack box after box. They were chattering like normal. Talking about what they’d been doing, how work was going, the usual stuff.
Sophie opened up a new box and pumped her fists in celebration. “Yes! Felix’s DVD Collection!” She gave me a mischievous grin. “Let’s see if he has his private collection in here.” This got a laugh from the girls and a blush from me.
“Sorry to disappoint Sophie, I don’t own any dirty DVD’s.”
“Bullshit,” she called as she started digging through my collection looking for pornos. “Everyone watches porn.”
Abbie chipped in, “Yeah, but the internet’s a thing. Why would you buy a DVD or pay for porn at all. I mean there’s Pornhub, Redtube, and countless other aggregate porn sites that you can view for free.” When she even finished, her face was bright red from embarrassment.
Abbie had changed since high school. She had been shy and somewhat of a prude. Over time, she’d become more open minded, or maybe hanging around with Sophie had loosened her up. Even though she talked about things more openly, she was still the shyest of the three.
“So what? Just because you can watch anything online doesn't mean people don’t buy DVD’s to watch on TV.”
Clara let out a sharp laugh. “That’s exactly what it means.” She pointed at me to emphasize the point. “Felix’s a computer programmer. You’re telling me he doesn't know how to get any kind of porn he wants in a matter of minutes on his computer. He could probably hack into the pay sites and watch what he wanted to for free.”
“Actually,” Abbie butted in, “Porn sites have some of the most sophisticated firewalls. It’s really hard to hack into them. Even I wouldn't good enough to do that.” We all glanced at her suspiciously. “Or so I hear.” She muttered as we all cocked eyebrows at her.
“Abbie! I had no idea you were that freaky.” Clara laughed again. “So Felix, have you ever tried to get get through a paywall?”
I shrugged seeing no reason to lie. After all, they knew worse things about me. “Like Abbie says, they have a really, really good firewall. I couldn't get in. I tried to spoof an account on the site, but I didn't want the FBI to put me on trial for hacking into a porn site. My parents would have a heart attack.”
We all had a good laugh about that. It was funny because it was true. My parents were quite religious. They frowned on my watching of porn. Mainly it was a ‘don’t let us catch you doing that’ scenario, but when I was younger they were very strict. Now that I had my own place, I was glad I wouldn't have to worry about them walking in on me.
“Damn I’m hungry!” Sophie burst out. “Felix, you promised us lunch if we helped you move in. Time to deliver.”
“Delivery? Okay, how about pizza?” I said deliberately misinterpreting Sophie’s request.
“Damn it, Felix!”
“Hey it was your suggestion Sophie. What are you yelling at me for?” Abbie and Clara giggled at my remark.
I guess you could say I had an odd sense of humor. It was more witty than funny. You might not think there’s a difference between being witty compared to funny, but here you go. Funny people write jokes and plan them out. Witty people just say them and one of two things happen. You realize you shouldn't have said that, or you realize a better way to have said it right after you finish.
Usually I have a pretty good filter for my jokes, but sometimes my mouth doesn't wait for an ‘green light' from the brain before it starts moving.
Despite being a joke, we all agreed that pizza was the perfect meal for moving in. I called and placed the order for two pizzas, one Hawaiian one pepperoni and sausage. The girls got back to unpacking, and I went down to get another cartload of boxes. David would probably arrive just in time for lunch. He had an uncanny knack for arriving just in time for food. On my way to the elevator with the cart stacked high with boxes, my cell phone rang. I checked the caller ID, David.
“Hey David, you almost here?” I answered the phone. There was a long pause. “David, you there?”
“Hey Felix, I’m not gonna be able to make it to help you move in today.” Shit. Not only was I looking forward to having his help, I had wanted to see my friend. It’d been months since the last time we had hung out, and this would've been like a little reunion.
Despite my frustration, I somehow managed to put my friend first. “Everything alright?”
“Probably, but a fellow student made a mistake in the lab and we’re all the isolation unit until they can verify that we’re all healthy and weren't exposed to anything harmful.”
“Damn!” I gasped, “How did that happen?”
“Well, we were examining virus specimens in the lab; looking at how the strains had adapted over months of exposure to chemicals and medications, you know. And Danny dropped a tray of petri dishes on the ground. This startled Tara, and she knocked over the entire cart.”
“Fuck, what were you exposed to?” David paused, not a good sign. “David, what did you get exposed to?”
“Oh sorry, nothing too bad that we know of right now. I’m just not used to you using that word.” I breathed a sigh of relief. It was true, I normally didn't curse unless I was really worried or upset. “They’re keeping us isolated until they verify that none of the viruses mutated into something too dangerous. Out of the viruses, most of them were no worse than the common cold, but there were a few in there that they’re checking carefully. Needless to say I won’t be able to make it there to help you move in.”
“Dude, that’s the least of your worries right now,” I assured him. “Just make sure you don’t die. It’s not healthy," I joked.
David laughed at that. “Felix, you know me. I’m gonna make sure dying is the last thing I do.” A pause. “I’ve gotta go, the next person needs the phone and they only have one in the isolation unit. Definitely a design flaw if you ask me. Say hi to the ladies for me.”
“Will do, take care David.”
Well, they weren't going to be happy about this. I mused as rode to the second floor in the elevator with a full cart of boxes.
Well, the ladies certainly weren't happy about it, but they were definitely more concerned than angry.
“Jesus, is he going to be okay?” Clara asked.
“He thinks so, they weren't using very dangerous viruses to start with, so it’s more of a precaution.”
“Men,” Sophie huffed. “They’ll do anything to get out of working.”
“Ha!” Abbie laughed. “This from the girl who took off work because, and I quote, ‘She needed more time to heal from a botched manicure.’”
“Hey now,” Sophie put her hands on her hips trying to look serious. “That so-called professional completely forgot to do my right hand pinky. How am I supposed to work when I can’t use my right hand when it's unbalanced?” Finally she could no longer keep the look of mock seriousness on her face and she broke out laughing. “Okay, okay, I was only joking.”
Before we’d finished laughing, there was a knock at the door. “Pizza’s here!” Sophie shouted as she rushed to the door happy to get away from the laughter.
“Money’s on the counter!” I called after her.
Five minutes later she finally returned. “Geeze, Sophie, what did you do? Blow the guy for a tip?” Clara asked.
“Shut up, I don’t give tips like that!” Sophie snapped back playfully. “I got Felix some help for moving the heavy stuff.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “Brad, that’s the delivery boy, is waiting downstairs to help move the TV, dresser, couch, and table up here.”
“Holy hell!” I exclaimed. “How’d you get him to agree to that?”
“I just said I didn't give blowjobs as tips. I didn't say He never got one.” She laughed as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them one at a time. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself. 'She's my friend. She's my friend.' I repeated silently to keep my thoughts under control.
Abbie however responded immediately, “Slut.”
“Prude,” Sophie shot back. “Hey, at least now we don’t have to carry the heavy stuff. Without David, we might've had to do the lifting, not just the unpacking. What are you waiting for Felix? Get moving stud. We'll wait to eat until you get back."
I sighed and shook my head as I walked past her. Brad and I were finished carrying the heavy stuff in under thirty minutes. I still had boxes to bring up, but all the furniture was now in the apartment. If you ignored all the cardboard boxes, it was actually starting to look like a home in which I could live comfortably.
I took the elevator back down to the lobby with Brad. I gave him a handshake and offered him twenty dollars. “Thanks for doing that, I figured I should pay you for your help. I imagine you didn't agree to do it for free.”
He muttered a thank you all while avoiding eye contact. Dear God, had Sophie actually gone down on him? I gave him a pat on the back then went back up to my apartment.
We all ate at the dining room table, thanks to Brad's help in carrying. Abbie and I shared the pepperoni-sausage pizza while Sophie and Clara shared the Hawaiian pizza. We chatted about old times, new plans, current jobs, just about anything that came to mind. Even after we’d finished eating, we sat around just talking.
“So Felix, any ladies in your life right now?” Clara asked. It was a pretty routine question from my friends. They knew I wasn't gay, but they also thought I needed a girlfriend.
“Oh you know, I'm surrounded by three of the most gorgeous right now.” I answered. It was my typical answer. One that was a joke and a compliment at the same time. Normally it was enough to stop that line of questioning. But today, they weren't going to let it slide.
“C'mon, Felix.” Abbie pouted. God she could put on the best puppy dog pout face I’d ever seen. “Haven’t you met anyone you like? Even I've got a boyfriend now.”
Apparently this was news to Clara and Sophie as well.
“What? Since when?” Clara demanded.
Sophie raised her cup in typical praise, “You go girl!”
“Congratulations! Who’s the lucky guy?” I asked.
“Well,” She set down her cup on the counter and started to talk. “His name is Daniel. He works as an engineer in the production section of our company. I'd seen him at the coffee shop before work several times and we were talking, and-“
“Wait a minute, when was this?” Sophie interrupted.
“Three, maybe four months ago?”
“Hold on.” Sophie said holding out a hand. “You've been dating a guy for months and you still hadn't told us? What the hell, Abbie?”
“Just a few weeks ago you said you were still focusing on your job, why didn't you tell us?” I guess I figured everyone else had interrupted so I had that right as well.
“No, no, we met at the coffee shop months ago. He only asked me out a week ago. As for the ‘focusing on my job’ bit. It sounds a lot better than, ‘The guy I like won’t ask me out.’”
Before one of us could ask the obvious, why didn't he, she answered it for us. “Daniel's an engineer, he’s like a programmer that relies even more on math and logic. That means he has even less personal skills than Felix and me. He’s a shy guy.”
“You mean like in Mario?” I asked as innocently as possible.
“No, ya’ dick. His face isn't that white and he doesn't wear a red hood.” She said sarcastically and with a perfect eye roll.
“Touché.”
“I hate it when you want a guy to ask you out and he just won’t do it.” Clara grumbled. “Sometimes you just need to give him a little push.”
“Yeah,” Abbie agreed. “I had to give him some really obvious signals to get him to ask me. I just think he needed to be sure that I’d say yes.”
"Ooh, sounds juicy!" Sophie cooed. "We need details."
"Fine," she sighed. "For one, when it was just the two of us, I'd never bend at the knees to pick things up. I mean, I know my ass isn't as good as either of yours, but I hoped he'd take a hint." She blushed as she continued, "That didn't seem to be enough so I made sure to have as much 'casual' physical contact as I could get away with. Never at work, obviously. After a few weeks of teasing, he finally asked me out."
I knew exactly how Daniel had felt. I lacked the confidence to set myself up for rejection. However, I wisely kept my mouth shut. After all, I was outnumbered three-to-one.
For the rest of lunch we grilled Abbie for more information about her new boyfriend. Nearly an hour had passed and we still had questions for Abbie. But by that point we were just delaying the work we had left. Grudgingly we all got back to work. The three of them worked on getting the boxes unpacked and I went back to work unloading the van. I knew I only had a half dozen more cartloads to go. An hour later, I delivered the last cart of boxes. My body ached like I couldn't believe. Even on weightlifting days when I hadn't lifted in weeks, it didn't get this bad. The kitchen cupboards were filled with dishes, drawers were filled with utensils, and the counter was speckled with appliances.
“Wow,” I muttered.
“Impressed?” Abbie asked from behind me. I turned to see her in a different change of clothes than she had been in earlier, and her hair was still wet. She now wore a pair of skinny jeans and a top that showed plenty of navel. Clearly she had taken a shower and put on a new set of clothes.
“Yeah, you ladies are amazing!”
“Well we couldn't have done it without you bringing us all the stuff. Without David here, I was worried we’d have to help you carry stuff.” Abbie lowered her voice to a whisper and asked. “You don’t think that Sophie really sucked off the pizza guy, do you?”
“No idea,” I said, unwilling to tell her my suspicions.
“Well, even if she did, I’m glad you had someone to help you besides us girls. I’m going to go get some booze for us to drink. You want anything to celebrate?” She asked.
“Cherry Coke?” I shrugged causing a rolling of the eyes.
I suppose I should explain that I don’t much drink alcohol. Even though I’m not on the same medications I used to be, I still shouldn't drink much. Doctors explained to me that my medications caused the alcohol levels to increase by about four times the actual amount of alcohol consumed. After all, prescription medications and alcohol also lead to some messed up dreams, and of course blackouts.
“Fine, a Mike’s Hard. Just one though!” She waved in acknowledgement. “And thanks for the help, you ladies did great!” I shouted after her as she closed the door.
“You didn't do so bad yourself, Mr. Muscles.” I turned to see Clara who was less dressed than Abbie. She had most likely just gotten out of the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her body, but unlike Abbie, her wet hair was tied up in a towel to dry. Needless to say, Clara looked astounding.
“Love the outfit. Where’d you get it?” I teased.
“Shut up.” She smiled. “You have to take the moving van back to the rental place right?” I nodded. “Can you stop by my place and pick up a set of clothes for me? I forgot to bring something to change into after we finished unpacking.”
“Uh, sure. I can do that.” The thought of going into her apartment made me nervous as well as excited. There was just something about being in another woman’s home when she wasn’t around that just seemed forbidden and arousing. Stop it, I chastised myself, don't be a creep Felix.
“Oh thank God, I was worried I’d have to change back in to my sweaty ass clothes. There’s a bag on my counter that has a change of clothes in it.”
Now it was my turn to thank an omnipotent deity. “Thank God, I don’t have to try to pick out an outfit for you.” She laughed at that.
“Any other guy would have cursed God since they couldn't bring back the skimpiest outfit they could find.”
I simply shrugged. “That’s not my style. If a lady wants to wear something like that, she should go right ahead. But taking advantage of a situation like that is-” I searched for words. “It’s just wrong to force her hand.”
She put a hand up to my face as our eyes locked for seemed like an eternity. “Someday you’re going to make a lucky girl very happy, you know that?” She reached up on her tip-toes and gently kissed me on the cheek.
It felt like my heart was going to pop out of my chest. . “Thank you,” was all I could whisper back. My mouth felt dry like sandpaper and my voice certainly sounded as rough. If I hadn't been aroused before, I was now lusting after Clara. As she stood near me, I could smell her shampoo. I suppose it was actually my shampoo, but I smelled it from her hair. The smell seemed totally different from when I used it.
She pushed her keys into my pocket, startling me. She had to have felt my hard on, which was uncomfortably restrained in my jeans. “See you when you get back,” she smirked.
She pushed me out into the hallway and closed the door behind me. “Oh my God,” I breathed. I had to find the courage to ask her out. Tonight, before she left, I had to ask Clara to go out with me. As I drove the van to the rental center, I tried to plan out how I would do it. Should I wait until they were about to leave? But what if she left first? That wouldn't end up so well. How about ask her after supper? Were you supposed to ask a girl out just after she’d eaten?
Damn. I needed an expert’s help. If only David was here. I knew he was in the isolation unit, but maybe he would be able to get a text back to me. While I waited in line to return the keys for the van, I called David’s Cell phone, his home phone, his parents, and his girlfriend. All that I had to ask David something very important and that he needed to call me ASAP. I hoped he wouldn't be too upset by the vague message, but I was also worried that he wouldn't call if I didn't make it obvious how urgent it was.
Then I took my car, which I had parked at the rental place in advance, and drove to Clara’s. Before I went inside, I checked my phone, hoping for a message. Nothing yet. I entered her apartment and took the bag from her counter. I didn't want to stay there any longer than I had too, but I also needed to hear from David. I left her apartment after a few minutes delay and drove back to my new apartment. All in all the drive should have taken about twenty minutes. I managed to stretch that out into over half an hour. Finally, I was in the parking lot to my new home when my phone finally rang.
“David thank God you called! I need your help!” I blurted into the phone.
“Are you all right? Did something happen? Did someone get hurt?” David sounded anxious. Though given my messages, I did say it was very important and I needed his help.
“Kind of, sort of, and no.” I answered all three of his questions. “I need advice.” Now any other person would be frustrated, but David just waited. “I’m going to ask Clara out.” I let out a huge breath.
“Felix, you sound like you’re going to have a panic attack, try to calm down.”
“Didn't you hear me?” My voice rose in pitch and volume, “I said I’m going to ask Clara out on a date, I need your help!”
David sighed, “I know, I heard you. If you ask me, it’s about damn time. So breathe. You've been trained in pretty much every relaxation technique known to the doctors at Mayo Clinic, frikkin’ use them and listen.” I started some deep breathing exercises as David began. “Felix, I know you. I know you've had trouble with women since high school. I also know that you overthink everything, that’s why you suck at true and false questions.” As I breathed in and out, I was finally starting to calm down. “Now, it’s likely that this morning you didn't know you were going to ask her out, so clearly something happened that changed your mind. What was it?”
“Clarahadjustgottenoutoftheshowerandwaswearingatowel-“
“Slow down,” David chuckled. “Let’s try that again.”
I took a deep breath and tried again. “They were finished unpacking most of the boxes and Clara had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing a towel and I said something nice and she said that I would make a lucky girl very happy some day and she kissed me on the cheek.”
“Wow, I think you just gave every grammar teacher in the state just an aneurism with that run-on sentence.” David’s joke got me to chuckle along with him. “Now, Felix, It sounds like Clara decided to give you ‘the push.’ That means she wants you to ask her out, as in like, soon. She’s wanted you to ask her out for a while by the sound of things.”
“So what do I do?”
“Just do what feels right, but make sure to loosen up. Have a drink I know you don’t normally do that, so have half a drink. You’ll stop overthinking things after the first half of the drink.”
“Thanks David.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m feeling a lot better now. So any symptoms in the isolation unit yet?”
“Oh the usual, ebola, cancer, polio-“
“Shut up.” I laughed.
“No, nothing yet, just anxiety. I’m using the techniques you taught me to help us stay relaxed. The professor says that this is a good class session since we’ve all stayed long after we should’ve been dismissed. I told him we better get out early next time to make up for this. We’ll be out by the start of the next school week.”
“Glad to hear you’re doing alright,” I said, relieved. With that we each said goodbye.
After that, I had no more excuse or reason to delay. I was still nervous, but no longer on the verge of a panic attack. With a final deep breath I made my way up to my apartment. I felt more confident than I had in years. As I opened the door I was greeted by a wonderful aroma. Apparently dinner would be cooked in house tonight. Sophie turned away from the stove. She was wearing a green apron over the top of her clothes. All two of them.
Sophie was wearing only a bra and panties. The apron was open in the back showing off her beautifully tanned ass. The erection I’d had when I left the apartment crept back to half mast. Too late, I tried to avert my eyes before she caught me staring. “Felix, welcome back.”
“Hi Sophie. I, uh, have the clothes that Clara assed- ASKED for.” I blushed and bit my tongue to punish it for slipping so badly.
“Haha!” Sophie laughed at my discomfort. “Clara’s in your room organizing your dresser.”
I nodded rather than trust my mouth with words that it was sure to mess up. I made my way down the short hallway to my room. The door was closed, and just before I opened it a thought occurred to me. Clara didn't have any clean clothes, All she had been wearing before was a towel. I fought back the urge to picture it in my head, well tried to fight it back. In my mind I saw Clara totally naked. Her curves were perfect; her skin as flawless as porcelain.
Damn I was horny right now.
I bit my lip as I opened my eyes and knocked on the door. There was a small squeak of surprise from inside the room Clara presumably tried to cover herself. “One minute! Don’t come in!” A few moments later, “Okay, come on in.” I opened the door to a very red, flustered, but still amazingly beautiful Clara. “Oh my God, I’m so, so sorry. It’s just that the towel was starting to get itchy, and it didn't stay on too well, and I was alone in here so I just thought that-. I’m so glad you knocked.”
“Me too,” I said automatically. Then without thinking I added, “Well, not really.” Oh God! Had I said that? “I mean, well, I would've loved to see- but I’m glad that you-”
“Step one, open mouth.” She laughed.
“Step two, insert foot,” I finished, chagrined.
“So, you've got my clothes?” Clara glanced at the bag in my hands. “Did you check to make sure everything was in there?”
Shit, I hadn't. “Um, no, sorry.”
“That’s okay, I’m sure everything’s in there.” She stepped forward to hug me.
For my friends and I, hugs were a common occurrence. This wasn't a typical hug. First Clara was nearly naked. The only thing she had on was a towel. Second, I was in a state of arousal that I couldn’t suppress. Third, the way she pressed herself against me and squeezed was anything but a hug between friends. The last reason Clara said aloud as she wrinkled her nose at me in the cutest manner I could imagine. “You stink.” And there it was. I was still sweaty from the work of the day, but her bluntness was more than a little funny. We broke out of the hug laughing. “Go, begone foul smelling beast. Off to the shower with you, and do not return until have cleansed yourself with spice of old.” She said in her best imitation of a woman who was banishing a monster.
“But I need fresh garments oh priestess Clara” I said playing along.
“I’ll bring them to you. Besides, you don’t know where I put them.” She smirked, back to her old self.
“‘Spice of old?’ Really?”
She raised an eyebrow at that. “It was either that or ‘the shampoo of L’oreal because thou art worth it.’”
“We need to get you into our Pathfinder sessions on Thursdays.” I suggested hopefully. “We need a new cleric.”
“Just go shower, I want to get my clothes on and if you don’t hurry you’ll have to watch.”
She pushed me out of my bedroom as I looked over my shoulder with a face of exaggerated hopefulness. “Have to?”
“You. Shower. Now.” Clara laughed.
As she closed the door behind me. I felt a surge of love sweep over me. My brain told me it was just an infatuation that could grow, but I tried to ignore it. The emotion felt good, and I didn’t want rationality to take that away. David was right I did over think things. When I got into the bathroom, I turned on the water to get warm. I stripped off my filthy clothes, and looked in the mirror.
As much as I might feel insecure about myself. It was good to see the way I looked now compared to how I had been. I had defined muscles on my shoulders, arms, and chest. My stomach was also fairly taut. There were stretch marks that indicated that I hadn't always been so fit, but I wore those with pride.
Then there was my penis. It’s amazing how when you’re overweight how small it looks. Now that I’d lost weight, my dick looked much nicer. One day I’d been curious about the size and it measured at just over six inches. I was definitely satisfied with average. With the medications I’d taken, the hormone therapy, and the weight I’d put on and then lost; average was plenty for me.
I got in the finally warm shower, and started to wash up. The warm water felt good, but my hard on still hadn't subsided. I thought about taking care of it the bachelor way, but I worried that I might convince myself not to ask Clara out if i took care of myself that way. So I did the next best, and least pleasant, thing. I turned the shower all the way to cold. The frigid water took my breath away. The relaxing shower I’d been enjoying was now a race to get out of the freezing cascade. Luckily my body stayed true to form and sent blood mainly to my core organs to prevent hypothermia. In layman’s terms, my hard on subsided. Cold showers were effective but they were damn unpleasant.
About a minute after I’d turned it cold, there was a knock on the door. “Felix? Can I come in? I have your clothes.” It was Clara.
“Come on in!” I called back with nearly chattering teeth. “Don’t worry, I’m naked.” She’d already opened the door by the time I added the last part. Though the last part made her pause for a moment.
“Ha ha,” She groaned, “I’ll just set your clothes here. That okay with you?”
“Yeah, thanks Clara.”
“You need anything?”
If I hadn't been in the freezing in cold water for over a minute now, my 'other head' would've caused me to say something else. “Got any hot water?” I asked.
“Shit! Did we use it all? Sorry about that, Sophie was in here for almost an hour.”
“Oh yeah, tell her to put some clothes on for supper, It may be casual Friday, but not that casual.”
“Will do, see you in a bit.”
I’d withstood all the cold shower I could take. It’d done its job, and I was clean. I turned off the shower and stepped out to dry off. I looked at the clothes Clara had picked out for me. It was my typical casual wardrobe for this weather; Jeans and a T-shirt. I slipped on a pair of clean boxers and got dressed. I brushed my hair forward with my fingers. Good enough, I figured. I took some advil for my muscles out of the medicine cabinet. Advil alone wouldn't be enough but hopefully it’d help me get through the night.
I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way towards the kitchen. I realized Abbie must be back when I saw the mountain of alcohol on the table. There was enough alcohol to supply an entire party, and it was just for the four of us.
I saw that Clara now wore the clothes that I had brought back for her. She was wearing a pair of capris, and a light tan blouse that together accentuated her curves perfectly. Sophie, on the other hand, was now wearing a purple dress that didn't even make it halfway to her knees and had a neckline that plunged so far that it seemed I should be able to see her belly button. Abbie was still wearing the same shirt and jeans that she’d had on before. Seeing the trio of them. I was unsure how I had remained single and not asked any of them out before now.
Clara broke away from the other two to come over and ask, “How was your shower?”
“Cold and wet.” I said drily.
“See I told you, Sophie. You used all the hot water.” Clara accused her friend.
“And I told you that’s not possible since this apartment building has a water heater of, like, a hundred gallons!” Sophie protested.
“Actually, Clara, it was you’re fault I had such a cold shower.” When she shot me a puzzled look. I motioned back to the hallway to talk privately, prompting a chorus of, ‘Oh’s from the peanut gallery of Sophie and Abbie.
Something told me that now was the right moment. It was a gut instinct, granted my gut was also growling in hunger, so how was I supposed to know if it was right, but David had told me not to over think it. And I thought, no, felt that now would be the best time. I should ask her out now.
When I saw the look of concern and worry on her face, I started to second guess myself, but I was going to do it now, or I would likely never do it. “Felix, I don’t get it, how is the cold shower my fault.
I swallowed and cleared my throat, probably my two most common nervous tics that still plagued me. “Clara,” I began, “the water heater wasn't empty.”
“But you said-,“ I raised a hand to gently interrupt her.
“Please let me finish,” She nodded. “Thanks. Before I tell you why the cold shower is your fault, I want to ask you a question.” This was it. My heart was pounding, my instincts were telling me to flee because I was so nervous. David’s words came to mind again. ‘Don’t over think it.’
“Clara, will you go out with me.”
Silence. Oh dear Lord, the silence somehow caused actual, physical pain. I couldn't breathe. Oh God, I was going to have a panic attack! My heart felt like it had stopped but was also beating a million times a second. My chest ached and my lungs burned. Of all the times to have a panic attack, it couldn't have happened at a worse time. Shit! I hadn't even unpacked my meds yet and I needed them otherwise the entire evening would be ruined.
“Yes,” She whispered. The world came rushing back. I could breathe, my muscles relaxed and my heart was still racing but it felt normal again. One simple, wonderful word from this beautiful woman, and my panic attack ceased. I swept her up in a tight hug. She had said yes! I laughed in joy. “But,” she began causing my euphoria to fade slightly, “I still want to know about the cold shower.”
“Oh my God, that was so your fault.” I laughed, holding her at arm’s length. With the towel, the kiss, the hug, how else was I supposed to control myself?”
“Well you could've, y’know…” She trailed off with a sly smile.
“I was afraid that if I did that, I’d lose the courage to ask you out.” I was on top of the world. This beautiful woman was now my girlfriend. “So when do we tell Abbie and Sophie?” I muttered into her ear as we embraced again.
Before she could answer, Sophie called from the kitchen, “It’s okay, we were eavesdropping!”
“I don’t think they need to know tonight,” Clara said loud enough for them to hear as she reached up to give me a kiss on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, lips close and short, but for a first kiss, I couldn't have asked for more. I was on top of the world as we walked hand in hand back to the kitchen.
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Part 2:
Dinner was wonderful. Sophie had made a great chicken dinner with a garlic sauce that was perfectly suited for the vegetable blend. But for me, the meal was not even close to the best part of the night. Clara had agreed to be my girlfriend. Not even burnt chicken and rotten cabbage could've ruined my evening. Despite the vast amount of booze that Abbie had bought for the group, we hadn't put a dent in it. Sophie, who was the biggest drinker, had suggested that we save the booze for tomorrow night.
“We’ll come back tomorrow to help you finish unpacking.” She said with a conspiratorial smile. “Abbie and I will come back around 10 or so.”
I noticed she hadn't mentioned when Clara would be coming back. I glanced at my girlfriend and noticed her simply smiling. “Thanks, that should give us plenty of time.”
Dear God, she wasn't leaving tonight! We’d known each other for five years and were the closest of friends. Until tonight I hadn't had the courage to ask her out. She had given me a little push after helping me move into my apartment. If I’d been my usual, not infatuated self, I probably would've been suspicious that Clara had deliberately ‘forgotten’’ her change of clothes back at her own apartment. She’d confronted me in just a towel on two occasions. First to tell me to go get clothes, and again while she was putting mine away. Needless to say, even if I’d been suspicious of her, I would've been nothing but grateful for the push.
Abbie decided to be her sarcastic self, “What? You haven’t even gone on a date yet and you’re already spending the night together? I thought you were only supposed to kiss after the first date.”
“Oh quit teasing them,” Sophie chided our friend. “They've been dating for years, they just didn't admit it to anyone.”
“Even ourselves, I suppose.” I said looking into Clara’s bright green eyes. I gave her hand a squeeze and received a pair in return.
“Get a room you two.” Abbie teased.
“I agree,” Sophie chimed in. “Abbie and I will clean up the dishes.”
“What?” Abbie whined, “That wasn't part of the deal.”
“Abbie,” Sophie sighed, “he has a dishwasher. It’s not like we have to scrub them ourselves.”
Abbie continued with her half-hearted complaints. Sophie, who was usually the laziest, was all for doing the clean up work. I can only speak for myself, but I barely noticed their banter. I had eyes only for the beautiful redhead beside me. I felt the urge to kiss her, but then I remembered the garlic sauce that was sure to have made my breath stink to high hell. I made a mental note to brush my teeth before we went to bed.
“Damn! What are you two still doing here?” Sophie’s outburst broke through my thoughts. “We’ll lock the door before we leave! Don’t you know when the mood is set?”
Clara laughed, “Alright we can take a hint.” She stood without releasing my hand, “Let's go, stud.”
“Yes ma’am,” I teased. I hurriedly got out of my chair and let her lead me down the hall.
We paused for a moment at the bathroom door. I was worried to ask if I could brush my teeth. Something like that could probably ruin the mood. More than garlic breath, who knows? But I didn’t want to break the spell of lust that hung over the two of us. Luckily Clara was the one who asked. “Do you have any mouth wash?” She looked so cute when she blushed, “I mean, the food was good, but I don’t want us to remember our first time being, well, garlicy…”
“If that’s not a word, it should be.” I replied. “I need to take my meds anyway.”
We entered the bathroom together. It wasn't too cramped with just two people, but it would've been hard to move around without getting in each other’s way. I got my medications out of the box while she got out the mouthwash.
“Shit,” Clara mumbled, prompting me to raise an inquiring eyebrow. “There’s only enough mouthwash for one.”
“You use it, I’ll just brush my teeth,” I said reasonably.
“Or,” Clara said with her now familiar seductively sly smile, “We could share it.” Without waiting for a response, she knocked back the bottle and started swishing it around in her mouth.
I suppose it could've been the alcohol, the fatigue, or maybe just my damn horniness, but this seemed like a great idea, but oh dear Lord I was so wrong.
Listerine is hard to keep in your own mouth for thirty seconds. The taste is so strong, that I always feel like spitting it out after I swish it around for half the time. But I was confronted by a beautiful goddess, who was offering to share it with me by kissing. Needless to say, my main head was not in control at the moment.
I bent down to kiss her and share the mouthwash; though honestly, the kissing was my priority at the time. As she fed it into my mouth with her tongue, its overpowering taste brought me to my senses. Rather than kissing as we cleaned out our mouths, I broke the kiss. As much as I enjoyed her lips on mine, I didn't think it would be good to end up spitting it out over each other.
Apparently she saw the look of surprise on my face as she began to laugh. To avoid spraying it all over the bathroom, she swallowed all that remained in her mouth and started laughing out loud. “Oh. My. God! Why did we try that? That could've turned out way worse!”
I finished swishing it around as quickly as I could, since I was on the verge of laughing too. I was glad I had only half of it in my mouth or the entirety of it wouldn’t have been for long. As I spit it out into the sink, I burst out laughing too. “It seemed like such a sexy idea! How could we think that Listerine was sexy? You know you’re not supposed to swallow that stuff, right?”
“Who knows, it might not be the only thing I swallow tonight.” Holy shit! Did she just say that? “Let’s try that kiss again, without the overpowering taste of mint.” She tilted her head up and I leaned in for another kiss. Our first real kiss. This wasn't a lips closed kiss like in the hallway, and it wasn't contaminated by mouthwash. This kiss set my hormones alite and started my blood boiling.
I followed her lead. After all I was inexperienced by anyone’s standards. I tried to mimic the movements of her tongue as it rubbed along my gums and across my teeth. I’m sure I came across as clumsy, but I made up for that in enthusiasm. I let my tongue run across the roof of her mouth, feeling every ridge and ripple. I licked along her lips and across her gums. Finally I withdrew my tongue and, on instinct, sucked hard on her mouth pulling her tongue along for the ride. This elicited a moan that only emboldened my attempts.
As we continued to kiss, I physically flinched when she ran her hand across the bulge in my pants. She broke away and whispered in my ear, “Feels like somebody’s ready.” Her touch coupled with her words made me twitch in excitement.
“I think I should've been ready for this years ago,” I whispered back. Clara giggled. God damn! Was there anything this woman did that wasn't totally erotic?
“Let’s head to your new bedroom.” She sounded so seductive, so alluring, so… perfect. I let her lead me from the bathroom, through the hallway, and to my bedroom door.
Sophie and Abbie were at the other end of the hall. They’d probably been waiting there to say good night before leaving. “Going to bed so early?” Sophie asked her face filled with an innocence that her eyes couldn't match.
“Are you already that tired? Why don’t you stay up a while?” Abbie chimed in as well.
“Hey, early to bed early to rise.” I tried to keep the smile off my face, but failed miserably.
“Yeah,” Clara agreed. “I’ll do my best to my sure get a rise out of him, well at least one part of him.” I blushed while our friends laughed.
As we went into the bedroom, Sophie said, “Good night you two.”
“Congratulations,” Abbie added as the two walked to the front door.
Before they had gotten out of my apartment, Clara and I were pawing at each other. Kissing passionately and desperately trying to get each other’s clothes off. I got her blouse off her, though not all of her buttons remained intact. She’d gotten my shirt off as well. Then I struggled with the frustration of all men, the bra. It was a plain, pale blue bra, but it could have been a dirty blanket and it would've looked just as good on her. But a blanket would've been a lot easier to take off as well.
Over a minute of frustration later I let out a cry of pride. “Success!”
“Next time, I’ll take it off myself.” She laughed. She took removed her arms from the straps and let the bra drop to the floor. My jaw dropped almost as far. “Careful, you’ll catch flies,” she teased.
My mouth worked like a fish out of water as I tried to find words to say. Her boobs were pale, milky white orbs of perfection. I had no idea how to judge cup size, but they were perfect. While I stared at her, Clara pulled her capris off. I had a feeling she didn't want that to take as long as I had with her bra. For now, she left her matching blue panties on. There was no way I was going to complain.
“Can I-?” My voice trailed off.
Clara’s laugh sounded beautiful. “Definitely, but let’s get you out of those jeans first. Someone looks a little cramped.” With that, she undid my belt and tugged my jeans to the floor. As I stepped out of my pants, I pulled her up to me for another kiss. While our kiss in the bathroom had been soft, gentle, and romantic, this kiss was full of heat, passion, and need. Once again, she was the one to stop kissing first. “Didn't you want to touch them?”
“Oh God, yes!” I moaned as I grasped one in each hand. Her breasts were firm and soft at the same time. They were smoother than I could have imagined, and I’d imagined them on several occasions. I couldn't reach around whole breast with just one hand, so I decided to focus on one at a time. Plus I wanted to get a taste of these amazing tits. I started with her left and gently massaged with one hand while the other brushed across her skin lightly raising goose bumps across her chest.
When I couldn't wait any longer, I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth. At first I only sucked lightly, but when my teeth accidentally grazed the tip of her erect nub she let out a squeal of pleasure. Apparently she liked that. I moved over to her right side and gave it a similar treatment. This time, I put great effort into gently nibbling her hardened nipple.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good!” She blurted out. “Sorry, I didn't mean to curse like that.” She blushed.
“How about this for a rule,” I said, thinking out loud. “In the bedroom, how about we just say what feels right. If I say something that you don’t like, just say so. I’ll do the same for you. We’re bound to say things in passion that we’d never say in public or in front of our parents.” I reasoned.
“You mean like cock, dick, pussy, fuck, tits-“
That got me to laugh. “Let me cut you off there. Would I be right to assume that you’re ok with the rule?” She nodded with one of the widest smiles I’d seen. “Alright then, I’ll start. Clara your tits are better than I could've imagined, and believe me, I've tried.”
“Thanks, Felix. Now go sit on the bed so I can suck your cock.” Well, I guess we were both comfortable with the new arrangement, and she was even ready to move on to the next step.
I sat on the side of my bed as Clara knelt in front of me. She looked up at me as she slowly pulled my boxers to the floor. She didn't break eye contact for a moment. After she had my boxers completely off, she glanced away at my fully effect manhood. It was the moment of truth for every guy, at least I assumed all guys thought about it. Would she think I was too small? Would she laugh?
“It’s perfect,” She purred, as she kissed the head lightly. Her words and touch send a jolt up my spine. She closed her eyes and started to lick around the head. I was in heaven. I ran my fingers through her hair, not to guide her, but rather to assure myself that this was, in fact reality. When she took the head into her mouth, I moaned in pleasure.
Now, for those of you who have heard your significant other moan in pleasure, you know it sounds amazingly sexy and knowing that you gave them pleasure makes it even better. Unfortunately, you probably also have heard the stupid sounds you make when you’re on the receiving end of said pleasure. When I heard myself ‘groan’ I was afraid she might think I’d just had a stroke. Luckily, Clara didn’t even pause, when she heard me. If anything, she started to go at it even more enthusiastically. Using my fingers, I brushed the hair out of her face. Those sparkling green eyes were staring back at me.
I loved her eyes. I’d be content if the only thing I’d ever see was the look she had in her eyes at this moment. I was convinced there was nothing in the world that would make me look away from those eyes. Then she took more of me into her mouth, and my previous conviction to never look away vanished as I felt the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. My head fell back, and my eyes closed as Clara’s tongue continued to swirl from the tip of the head to the length of my shaft. “Oh my God, Clara!” I groaned stupidly for the second time.
Encouraged by my idiotic noises, Clara pushed herself as far down as she could. My breath was taken away, I struggled to breathe deeply, hoping to put off my ejaculation, I could feel her throat contracting around the head of my cock. She tried to relax her throat, but her gag reflex kicked in. She released my cock and started coughing and gasping for air.
My thoughts of pleasure immediately turned to worry for the woman of my dreams. “Are you alright? Clara, are you okay?”
After she regained her breath and started to relax she answered, “Sorry, I just wanted to try that. Fuck! It’s just too big!”
Now, if ‘it’s perfect’ had been a confidence booster, ‘It’s too big’ was a definite ego booster. “Just relax,” I consoled her. “You don’t need to push yourself.”
“Am I doing okay?”
Was she serious? “You’re amazing.” I said, hoping that was a safe answer. Clara smiled and locked eyes with me as she once again engulfed my cock in her mouth. She didn't try to take it all this time, but she added suction. Words couldn't describe how it felt. I was on fire; I was unable to breathe. Only thirty seconds later, I felt that familiar feeling. I was going to cum.
“Clara, if you don’t stop,” I warned, “I’m going to end up cumming in your mouth.”
She let me out of her mouth just long enough to reply, “Well, I’d better not stop then.” She pushed herself back on my cock with a vigor that was unmatched by anything that she’d done before. That was it for me. Whether it was what she’d said or what she was doing, I started to cum. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My hips jerked and my entire body tensed up. But through it all, Clara’s eyes never left mine. And her mouth never left me either. She took every drop into her mouth and swallowed once, twice. After what felt like at least a dozen spurts of semen, I was drained.
She tilted her head back and showed me the cum still in her mouth. It was a sight so erotic, so sexy, that my erection didn’t completely subside. She closed her mouth and swallowed. She opened her mouth to show me it was gone. “Tada!” She spread her arms out like a performer. This of course gave me a wonderful view of her perfect tits.
“Holy,” I panted, “shit.” I was out of breath. It was like I had just finished a 5k run. I couldn’t have stood if I wanted to. My legs felt weak and I was exhausted. Only the site of this beautiful, topless woman kept me from going to sleep immediately. I needed to make her feel the same pleasure as she had given me. I didn’t know if I could possibly duplicate this feeling for her, but I was going to try.
“That good, huh?” she smiled. “Think you can go for the main course?”
I picked her up from the floor and laid her gently on the bed. I laid down next to her and whispered in her ear, “I think I want some dessert first.” Clara visibly shuddered from what I could only hope was excitement and anticipation. She propped her head up on a pillow as I began.
This was territory as uncharted as everything else had been tonight, so I decided to go slow. I started kissing her neck, making sure not to stay in one place long enough to give a hickey. I left a trail of kisses down her collarbone to her sternum. I skipped past her breasts that were rising and falling with each breath, each heavier than the last. Then on to her stomach. I kissed every inch of her perfect skin before moving on to the next. When I reached her belly button, I stuck my tongue inside and wiggling it around, prompting a squeal. Whether it tickled or simply felt good, I was already moving on.
I found myself confronting the last piece of clothing either of us was wearing. I remembered how sexy it had been when she’d looked me in the eye while she’d pulled off my boxers. I looked up into her eyes and was surprised by what I saw in them. Her eyes were pleading with me. Almost as if she was begging me to keep going. I hooked my thumbs to her waistband and slowly, so slowly, pulled down her panties. Her hips writhed as I moved with deliberate slowness. I didn’t look away from her eyes for a single moment until I had them down to her knees. At that point I pulled them the rest of the way off with a single quick motion.
I don’t know what possessed me to do so, but I put her very wet panties up to my face and took a deep breath. The scent was intoxicating. It was a sweet, sour, and musky scent. It was a fragrance that you would never find at a candle store, but the scent of her arousal was so much better than anything. Especially since I knew I was the cause. I tossed her panties off to the side on the floor and resumed kissing her. I passed over love box for now, and kissed down her inner thighs. I could smell her wetness from there but I continued to ignore her honeypot for the moment.
Then with a whimper Clara gasped, “Felix, please.” I looked up into her eyes and waited. “Please, lick my pussy. I can’t wait anymore.”
“My pleasure,” I said with a smile. I moved back up and looked directly at her exposed womanhood. Her hair was trimmed very short, and there was only a small patch of red hair just inches above her lips. Before I got down to business, I stuck my nose right next to her entrance and inhaled heavily. The musky smell was much stronger at the source and it actually made me a bit light headed. Once again she whimpered in anticipation. I’d teased her enough, it was time to take her breath away.
Taking a deep breath, I dove in. The moment my mouth made contact, three things happened simultaneously. One; I tasted her. It was a tangy taste, closest taste I could relate it to was a mango that was a bit past ripe. I wasn't a fan of mangoes, but this tasted like heaven. Two; my dick came fully back to life. It was easy to ignore given my current situation between the legs of a goddess, but I noticed it none the less. Three; Clara started panting, whining, and moaning, almost incoherently.
“Oh, God! Oh fuck! Holy fuck, don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I laughed at that last part as I continued my ministrations to her pussy. I wasn’t going to stop. If anything short of my dead grandparents came through that door, I wouldn't pause for even the briefest moment. The vibrations of my laugh must have felt good. Clara suddenly stopped rambling and let out a loud squeal of pleasure. I took that as my sign to move up to her clit. I sucked as much of her pussy into my mouth as I lashed her love button with my tongue for all I was worth.
The squeal rose in a crescendo into a soft scream and then a loud one. I hummed as I thought about how awkward introductions would be with new neighbors the following morning. The vibrations of my humming sent her over the edge. “Fuck! I’m Cumming!” She cried out as her body convulsed much as mine had. My mouth was suddenly filled with copious amounts of a new fluid that flowed freely from her slit. I slurped up every drop and kept on flicking her clit with my tongue. Her pelvis thrust into my mouth and I couldn't help but moan into her sweet, sweet lips. Her orgasm lasted nearly a full minute and it wasn't until after an additional minute that her muscles relaxed.
“Kiss me, sweetie.” Clara insisted as I laid down beside her again. Without thinking I obliged. Her mouth tasted saltier than before. It was my cum that I was tasting! The realization almost caused me to break the kiss early, but when Clara moaned at her own taste on my mouth, I realized the paradoxical thought. If she could enjoy the taste of her own cum on my lips, I could do the same. This was a kiss of need, of desire, of passion. Our tongues were battling for control, both of us trying to probe the other’s mouth to learn every contour.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity that was all too short, Clara broke away for a breath. “I need you to fuck me!” It wasn't a request, it was a demand.
My mouth went dry in realization. “I, uh, I don’t have any condoms.” I’d never had a need for them. I didn't even have a five year old condom in my wallet.
Clara laughed, “Felix, three things.” She held up as many fingers. “One, I’m on birth control, so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy. Two, I've never had unprotected sex with anyone else, and I had myself tested after my last relationship in college. I’m clean. But if you’d feel more comfortable waiting to do it, I’m okay with that.”
“Alright, I’m fine with the first two, what’s the third?”
A huge grin split her face and her eyes lit up. “And three,” she prodded my bare chest with her remaining finger. “You are definitely clean because you’re a virgin. But I’m hoping I can fix that in a bit. That okay with you, Tiger?” Her eyes narrowed, “Ooh, I like that, Tiger. It’s a pet name that’s wild and strong. You okay with that, Tiger?”
“Tiger? Works for me.” I agreed. Without another word, I gave myself over to my lust. I grabbed both of her arms, pushed her over onto her back, and positioned myself between her legs. I don’t think I could’ve performed that maneuver without injury in my wildest imaginings, but I somehow pulled it off. I laid motionless on top of her for a moment as we stared into each other’s eyes. Then, for some damn reason, I clacked my teeth together in manner that no one in their right mind would think was sexy.
“Ooh, fierce,” Clara laughed. “But I don’t want a tiger who bites, at least not right now.” She winked. She wound her legs together behind me. My manhood was positioned right outside her vagina. “I want you inside me.” With that, she tightened her leg vice and pulled me into her.
The entire night with Clara had been leading up to this. All the foreplay, the nicknames, everything, It had all been leading to this. The pleasure was indescribable. She was hot, wet, tight, and her muscles pulsed every motion. I could feel her pulse quicken as each beat of her heart sent blood coursing through the walls of her pussy. As I continued to penetrate her, we both moaned in pleasure. After what felt like an eternity of pleasure, our pelvic hair met as I reached as deep as I could.
With a deep breath, I bent down and kissed her. This kiss wasn't hot and heavy like the last one, but soft and tender. I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to tell her that I’d always be there for her, but I knew this wasn't the time. It wasn't the testosterone that was running through my system. It wasn't the fact that she was my first. I don’t know how I could think clearly in that world of intense pleasure, but I knew I loved her. No matter how badly I wanted her to know how I felt, I knew this wasn't the time.
When we finally broke from that kiss. Clara looked up and asked, “How’s your first takedown feel, Tiger?”
“More amazing than you know,” I told her honestly. She simply smiled and started to grind her hips against me. I knew that was my cue and started moving as well. At first it was difficult finding a rhythm, but after a minute or so of my thrusting and her gyrations, we finally found a good pace. We were both breathing heavily. Each time I bottomed out inside of her she let out a high pitched grunt. I must have been doing something right, I suppose. After all, even a blind squirrel finds some acorns.
Clara draped her arms over my shoulders as we both drew closer to our climax. If I hadn't already cum once tonight, I wouldn't have lasted nearly this long. Even so, I couldn't hold out much longer. “Clara,” I grunted, “I’m close, I’m so close.”
“Go ahead,” she gasped. “Coat my insides with your sperm.”
I’ll be damned if I lasted five seconds from when I heard her words of encouragement. I thrust as deep into her as I could as I began to shoot my load inside her. Clara let out a soft cry of pleasure. Whether the cry was authentic pleasure or merely an act, I appreciated it immensely.
“That,” I gasped. “was amazing.” I rolled off to my right and lay there, just trying to get my breath back. I turned my head to face her. She lay on her side as I looked into her eyes. “Sorry, I think that’s it for me tonight.” I was exhausted. After moving into my apartment, getting a girlfriend, and losing my virginity, I didn’t have anything left to offer.
“Sleep well, Felix,” Clara gave me a good night kiss on my forehead. She snuggled up and draped an arm across my chest. “You were amazing.”
I don’t know if she said anything after that, because I was sound asleep.
***EDIT: Abbie's boyfriend had 3 names. Fixed them to Daniel***
