What a dull day.
The sun was shining brightly as Claire walked down the sidewalk along the main road by her neighborhood. On her way to a sandwich shop, she checked the coupon in the wallet in her purse. Yep, one coupon for a large sub. Not that she would need it. She was small enough that she could get a medium sub and save half for dinner. She was small enough that- Shut up, brain.
While she had her hand in her purse, she fingered her mace. Never again.
She was close to her destination when she saw him in the distance. He stopped to speak to a young girl; the sunlight silhouetted him as he leaned over to speak to her. Ignoring her destination for the moment, she continued walking forward down the sidewalk, curious about the interaction unfolding in the distance.
As she got closer, Claire began to make out some details about the man and child. Her jaw clenched tightly as she saw the man take the child's hand in his and walk away. I don't fucking think so.
She picked up her pace enough to get closer so she wouldn't lose sight of them, but stayed far enough away that she wouldn't arouse the man's suspicions. At one point, he turned to look at the child, a little girl of perhaps eight or nine, and she was disgusted to find him attractive. I'm going to have to talk to my therapist about this, that's for fucking sure. And he's abducting a little girl, or attempting to, anyway? What a mind fuck!
Claire's mind flashed back to five years earlier, wrists held tightly behind her back, a stranger's hand over her mouth...
She shook her head clear and focused on the present.
She was finally close enough to give a good description, so she pulled out her phone and called 911. The 911 operator asked Claire quite a few questions. What the alleged suspect and victim looked like, where she was, what direction she was going...
Claire's head was full of rage. Direction? She looked at a street sign and saw an "E."
"East," she said.
A few more questions, and she was finally able to hang up. I'm going to get video of this bastard, just in case. She used her phone to capture a lengthy amount of time of the man holding the girl's hand. The handholding had been going on for too long for it to be anything other than a kidnapping.
She obsessively checked the time as she followed them.
What if it takes the police too long to catch up to this guy? Where are they?
What if he takes her into his home and the police still haven't arrived? Maybe I could wait one or two minutes, then knock on the door and say... what? He might overpower me and pull me inside his home and lock me in the dungeon in his basement along with the child.
She shivered uncontrollably, causing her to have to come to a stop as the terror rippled through her body. Get a grip, woman!
Calming herself with her breathing techniques, she quickly resumed following them, noticing that they were headed into a poorer part of town. Of course this would be where he lives. He's probably got trophies of a dozen dead prostitutes on his mantle.
Looking around constantly to make sure no one was getting too close to her, Claire fought her nerves as they made their way deeper into the city, desperately hoping that the police would show up so she could relax. Then she could get the fuck out of this part of town. Although she was concerned about her safety, she felt obligated to try to help the girl.
Suddenly, she saw three men approach the kidnapper. She slowed her steps and anxiously awaited the outcome of this encounter. The kidnapper let go of the girl's hand and, without looking, pointed behind him to a wall next to a dumpster. The girl obediently followed his command. Claire was too far away to hear what they were saying, but from her perspective, she didn't think that the three men were trying to rescue the little girl. Quite the opposite, in fact. Claire's mind was in a tailspin as the situation seemed to have worsened severely for the little girl, and she was shocked to find herself rooting for the abductor to somehow survive this encounter as the first of the three men began attacking him; after all, one abductor was better than three. He was going down, and quickly, but his attackers didn't seem as if they were overly strong or even experienced in fighting, and they didn't produce any weapons. The original kidnapper was taking a beating, but he hadn't crumbled to the ground yet, and he wasn't running off, either.
Some voices caught Claire's attention, causing her to look around and see people standing nearby with their phones in the air, recording the fight. The three men must have noticed, because they argued amongst themselves briefly before disappearing down the alleyway. The battered man put a hand on his ribs and winced, then took the girl's hand in his again and continued down the sidewalk as if nothing had happened.
Where are the freaking cops?!
Claire followed them both for another 10 minutes before she realized they were getting close to a police station. This is perfect! Maybe I'll be able to get an officer's attention, and he can rush over and interrogate this guy!
The police station was in view, and she looked around for an officer, hoping to find one outside, perhaps getting into or out of his police car. Finding none, she returned her attention to the kidnapper and the little girl ahead of her. They're gone! What the fuck? She anxiously looked around for them, then nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw they were walking into the police station.
What an idiot! Is he actually going to file a police report on those three men, with a girl that he's attempting to kidnap? Claire followed him inside and stood back to eavesdrop as he approached an officer sitting behind bulletproof glass.
"Can I help you sir? Are you in need of medical attention?" the officer asked.
"Yes, officer. Well- No, I don't need medical attention. I'll be fine." The man gingerly felt a bruise under his eye and winced. "No, I just wanted to see if you could help find this girl's mother..."
What the absolute fuck?
"... she was near the intersection of Davis and thirty-second..."
He fought off three men for this girl? Really?
"... she said she just moved to the area and hasn't memorized her address, nor her mother's new phone number..."
Claire sat down shakily. Her entire worldview about men was shattered. All the hairs on her body stood on end as gooseflesh peppered her skin, causing a tingling sensation all over that made her shiver.
"Can I help you, miss?" a female officer suddenly asked Claire.
Claire shook her head. "No, I'm just waiting on him," she said, pointing to her mystery man.
Behind the desk, the officer asked for the man's license. Receiving it, the officer compared the picture on the license to the man standing before him. "Thank you, Steven. I just need to make a copy of this and then we'll need a signed statement..."
The officer at reception was joined by another, who whispered in his ear. "Yeah," he responded. Turning to Steven, the officer once again asked, "Sir, can you please confirm that you don't need medical attention? Is there anything else that you would like to report?"
Steven shook his head. "No sir."
Claire's heart thumped rapidly in her chest now. I can't let this guy get away. Claire openly checked him out. Not a bad looking dude, black eye and busted lip aside. Seems to be well built. He's certainly active and physically fit. What is wrong with me? I hate men... Don't I? She zoned out as she idly observed the lost girl being escorted away through a door requiring badge access, leaving Steven at the counter with the officer. Steven himself was led through a different door a minute later.
Claire's phone rang. It was the police, following up on her call. They said they didn't find anyone matching the descriptions she gave and asked her to confirm her location. She said she was at the police station, then she was informed that the police station was west of her original location, not east. She told them it didn't matter anymore, and after a few minutes of explanation, she hung up.
Her mind a whirl, Claire struggled to make sense of everything. Lost in thought, she was unaware of how much time had passed when she saw Steven entering the lobby.
"Thanks again, Steven," a female officer said, smiling, as she held the door open behind her. "Just so you know, we found Marie's mother. She'll probably want to thank you-"
"-That's not necessary," he interjected. "I don't know them, and..." he trailed off, shrugging.
The officer let the door close behind her, and she took a step towards him. "Listen," she said quietly as she let her gaze drift over his body casually, "you're a good man, and she's going to be... incomplete... until she is able to thank you. Especially after what Marie told us about the men that attacked you, and how you fought them to prevent them from taking her. The choice is yours as to whether or not we give her your information, but I urge you to reconsider. Please."
"Well... ok, I guess."
"Great," the officer said, smiling. "I'm sure she'll be contacting you soon. Take care of yourself, Steven."
He waved and turned to leave. "You too."
Abruptly, Claire found herself face to face with the target of her newfound lust. She stared hungrily at him. Steven blinked, then shyly nodded his head curtly before turning to walk away.
"You," she said.
He stopped, looked around, then pointed at himself. "Me?"
Nodding, she said, "Sit."
Confused, he cocked his head to the side and scrunched his eyebrows at her.
Claire nodded to the empty seat next to her. Thankfully, the shy young man sat down. Now for the hard part. She had no idea how to seduce men, having no experience with it before.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Oh, I..." Shit, this is bad! Think, brain, think! "... I, uhh, I was just wondering if you needed a ride to the hospital or something. You look kind of banged up." A ride? Well, I guess I could pay for an Uber.
"No, I'll be fine," he said, and attempted to stand, but she held a hand up to his chest, and he decided to continue sitting.
"Are you sure? You could probably use some ice, or something."
"I'm good, really."
What am I doing wrong? Claire was confused. She thought back to the female officer that was talking to Steven a few minutes ago. Am I smiling? Shit, smile, you idiot! She must have smiled too hard because Steven's head jerked backward in surprise. Claire toned her smile down a notch or two.
"I'm quite certain that someone should tend to you, Steven, why don't-"
"-How do you know my name?"
Shit. "I happened to overhear... when you were talking to the officer over there..."
"What are you doing here?"
Double shit. "I, err... Ok, I suppose I should come clean. I followed you here after I saw you walk off with the little girl. I thought you were kidnapping her."
"Oh, damn. Well, I can assure you, that's not the case-"
"-I know, I heard everything."
"Ok, good," he said, rising from his seat. "Well, I'll be going, then."
"No, wait," she said, as she followed him out the door.
"What is it?"
Dammit! Why is he making this so difficult? Claire looked around, hoping to think of something, anything, to keep this guy around until he asked for her number. Unfortunately, he was so modest that she didn't know how long that might take, but she would be patient. Seeing a hot dog stand on the corner, she said, "Let me buy you lunch. Someone should do something nice for you."
Steven looked hesitant.
Claire's heart sank. "What, am I not pretty, or something?" she asked anxiously, looking down at her body.
"You are, yeah. Definitely very pretty. I just... I get uncomfortable when people pay attention to me."
"You're just shy, is that it?"
He nodded.
"Well, I insist that I buy you lunch."
Steven's stomach rumbled, and he put a hand over his belly. "Sure, ok."
"What do you like?"
"I dunno. A burger would be good, I guess."
Claire pulled out her phone and found a place to eat. They made their way to the restaurant and ordered. While they were waiting for their food, Steven began rubbing his arm and shuffling his feet.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"People are staring at me. It's probably because of my face."
Claire turned to the boy at the cash register. "Can we get that to go, please?"
To Steven, she said, "I'm getting us an Uber," she said, tapping at her phone. "We don't have to eat here. Would you..." she trailed off. I can't believe he's making me do this! "Would you... like to come to my place? We could eat, and I can get you some ice for your face." Idiot! He can eat anywhere. He can get ice anywhere.
"Your place?" he asked. "You want me to go to your house? Me?"
"Apartment, but yes. So... Do you want to?" She put her hand on his upper arm and lightly squeezed his bicep. "I'd like to hear more about the man that fights off scary thugs to defend small children." Yes! Perfect! You've got this, Claire!
"Uhh, sure, yeah."
"Great." Claire completed the order for the Uber.
They got their food and the Uber soon arrived. The ride was uncomfortably silent, neither of them sure what to say.
Arriving at her apartment, they walked up to her door. "This is me," she said with a bashful grin. She fumbled with her keys, dropping them twice. Blushing, she said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me..."
Claire managed to get them inside, and she locked the door behind her with a satisfying click of the deadbolt. There is no escape for you today, Steven. Smugly, she said, "Make yourself at home. Would you like to eat on the couch?"
"Err, I wouldn't want to spill anything and make a stain..."
"Don't worry about it. All that matters is that you're comfortable."
"I don't want to be a bother."
"Steven, it's really no problem, have a seat."
He shook his head slightly, conflicted. "That's rather personal, and I don't know you, so-"
"-What are you talking about? Are you kidding? Do you not understand what you did today? You reunited a lost girl with her mother. It doesn't get more personal than that. You might not know me, but I know you, and you are a good man."
Shrugging, Steven opened his mouth to downplay his actions, but Claire wasn't having it, and she cut him off before he could speak.
"You need to know that you have earned a lifetime of trust from me..." she paused, gesticulating wildly as her brain was having trouble comprehending the idea, "in an hour!" Her hands slapped against her things. "You might not understand exactly how remarkable that is just yet, but we'll get there. Until then, I hope you can acknowledge the fact that there's very little that you could do to tarnish your reputation with me." She paused, thinking hard about her next words. "Steven... I... I don't invite people over very much. I want you to know that."
"Oh? Ok... Sure..."
Claire sighed. "You're like..."
"Like what?"
She sighed again. This is so hard! "You... All you'd need to do is say the word, and I'd be your-" friend? Lover? Boyfriend? Husband?
Shivering, she waited until her body stopped betraying her in front of the crush she never thought she'd have, then said shakily, "Anyway, please sit on my couch and be comfortable while you eat. Please?"
"Well, sure, ok."
She smiled at him as her knees involuntarily buckled slightly. "Great! Let me get you a bag of ice and something for the pain. Do you have a preference for pain relievers?"
"I don't. Thank you. My head is throbbing."
Claire returned and sat close next to him on her couch. Their legs touched as she carefully placed the bag of ice against his black eye.
"Ahhh!" he hissed.
"Sorry, it should get better. Here," she said, offering him some pills for the pain.
"Thanks."
She held the ice against his face as he unwrapped his burger and took a bite. Claire absently ate a few fries with her free hand, content just to tend to Steven for the moment, and for as long as he liked, if she were honest with herself.
He must have noticed that she wasn't eating her burger because he unwrapped it for her.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at him before taking a bite.
Ok, making some progress, but still a long way to go, it seems. How do I get this guy to open up? Open up? Huh... Am I going to fuck this guy? I guess I am. Hmmm...
She stood up quickly, before she was consciously aware of what she was about to do next. "I'm going to the bathroom. Back in a minute." Once in her room, she closed the door and rifled through her drawers for a nice bra and panties to change into, then went to the bathroom to floss, brush, mouthwash, and shave everything. Claire was shaking as she anticipated the fucking she hoped to receive. She had to do her breathing exercises to calm down enough to stop trembling so she could shave herself. Thinking that she didn't want to be gone too long, she hastily finished up, got dressed again, and returned to the living room.
"So..." she calmly began as she sat down, "it's been quite a day for you, hasn't it?"
"You can say that again."
"What were you thinking when those men confronted you?"
He sighed. Idly picking up a fry and dipping in ketchup, he said, "I don't know, really. I just reacted. It was a stupid thing to do, honestly."
It was Claire's turn to sigh. "No, Steven, what you did was really amazing," she said, while purposefully resting her free hand on his thigh. Lightly squeezing his leg, she made what she hoped were bedroom eyes at him and said, "You're a wonderful person, Steven. Any girl would be lucky to have you." She batted her eyelashes at him. Jeez! Laying it on a bit thick, are we?
Steven turned beet red.
"What's the matter?"
He cleared his throat. "Nothing. I'm just not used to so much attention."
"I'm sorry," she said sweetly, raising her hand on his thigh until it was almost in contact with the object of her desire. "Let me know if I'm making you uncomfortable." Claire grinned wickedly at him. Is this guy ever going to make a move? He said I was pretty, so what's the problem?
Movement in his shorts got her attention. Yes! He's turned on!
"I... err... you should move your hand, Claire," Steven said bashfully.
Feigning ignorance, Claire pretended to be surprised at his growing erection. "Oh my, am I to blame for that?"
For that, he had no answer.
"Steven?" she prompted, squeezing his leg again.
"Yes, you caused that, ok?" he replied, sounding upset.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, it's nothing."
"You know, it's ok to get erections. What exactly caused that?"
"Look, you are really very pretty, but this is embarrassing for me, and-"
"-Steven, what's going on? You're acting like you've never had sex."
A vein began pulsing visibly in his neck.
"Have you- are you a virgin, Steven? It's ok if you are."
He looked so uncomfortable. Pitiful, really. "Yeah," he said sorrowfully.
"Oh, sweetie," Claire said affectionately, "I'm so sorry, but that's nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone is born a virgin, you know." She rubbed her leg up against his. "So, just out of curiosity, why do you think I'm pretty?"
"Claire, please-"
"-No, you please. Just tell me, won't you? Is it too difficult for you?"
"I'm sorry. Sure, I'll tell you." Steven took a sip of his drink to wet his throat. "You have a pretty face."
Waiting for more, Claire realized that he had reached the limit of his ability to compliment a girl. "Is that it?"
"Well, I guess you could say that you're... kind of... adorable," he said, blushing fiercely and looking at his feet.
"Uh-huh..."
Setting his food on the coffee table, he said, "Uhh, well, you've got a petite build, which I like."
"Ok, good..." she said, prompting him further.
"I like the clothes you are wearing, and how your shorts sit low on your hips and hug your butt. The way your shirt accentuates your breasts. I'm thinking a lot about what they must look like with your clothes off. Your skin looks so smooth and soft," he said, licking his lips. "Your ears are really cute," he said, smiling for what Claire thought was the first time that day. "Your lips look so full and vibrant, as if they'd like to be kissed thoroughly. You smell really nice, also," he finished, licking his lips as he stared at hers, hungrily.
He groaned and put his hands over his cock, which was tenting his shorts significantly.
"Thank you, that was very nice," she said, smiling demurely. "I think you're attractive as well."
"Really?"
Claire nodded, smiling hard at him and biting her lower lip suggestively.
"Wow, no one has ever said that to me before."
"That's too bad. They're idiots."
"Who?"
"All of them."
He chortled curtly.
Claire looked down at his crotch and her hand on his leg. She didn't know how she could get any closer to his dick and balls without touching them, and she didn't want to come off like a slut that can't keep her pussy in her pants. "What are you thinking about?"
"I, err, well..." he trailed off, and his cock lurched in his shorts.
She raised her eyebrows at him to let him know that she was not abandoning her question.
"It's really not appropriate," he said.
Claire adopted a pouty look and said, "Please?"
"No, it's really bad."
"It can't be that bad. You're an amazing person! Please tell me, won't you?" Claire asked, smiling sweetly at him.
Steven sighed very deeply. "Ok. I'm thinking about what it would be like to... to... to, err..." he paused for a moment, holding his breath, "to be inside you," he finished in a rush, taking a deep breath and letting it out.
Smiling at him, Claire said, "See? That wasn't so hard." She laughed. "Well, that's hard," she said, rubbing his leg, "but what you said wasn't."
"Yeah, I suppose not."
A moment of silence passed, and Claire flashed her eyebrows at him. Are you going to make a move, Steven, or do I have to do this myself? Why is it so fucking hard to seduce you?!
"So, what do you think?" she asked.
"About what?"
About what? Are you fucking kidding me?! "About anything, Steven. Anything we've been talking about," she said softly.
"I don't know, I mean, you're so beautiful, and so nice to me, and I don't know why, and your leg is touching mine, and your hand is so close to my... to my... you know, and I'm hurting so much right now..."
"Oh, I'm sorry! Is the ice not helping?"
"It is, it is. It's just, uhh, something else that's hurting."
"What?"
"It's... it's my... down there," he finished lamely.
"What down there?" she asked innocently. Claire knew exactly what he meant, but dammit, she was going to make him say it. There is no fucking way I'm letting this guy leave without draining his balls.
"My... my balls. They're sore and aching. My dick too, it's so hard that it's painful."
"I'm so very sorry about that, Steven, I really am," she said, rubbing his thigh again. "What do you want to do?"
"I, uhh... will you excuse me for a moment? I need to use your bathroom, if that's ok."
"No."
"Huh?"
"No, you may not use my bathroom."
"Wha- What's going on?"
"I asked you a question, and the polite thing to do is answer."
"What's the question again? Sorry, I'm a bit lightheaded at the moment."
"The question, Steven, is what do you want to do?" She squeezed his leg tightly to emphasize the point.
"I..."
"Yeah?"
"I want..."
Claire smiled fondly and nodded. "You want... what?"
"I shouldn't say."
"Don't worry about it. Just tell me what you would say if the world was going to explode in five minutes."
"I- I would say... I would say that I- I want... to have sex with you. There, are you happy? I'm sorry, I should leave..." He tried to stand up, but Claire wasn't having it, and she pushed him back down.
"I really don't think so, Steven," she said, straddling his lap. "You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."
"What?"
"To answer your question, yes, I am happy."
"I don't understand. I'm being rude and disrespectful... I shouldn't have said those things."
"Steven, relax. Everything is ok. I'm not upset with you."
"Really? Why not?"
"Dammit, Steven, I said I think you're attractive. I praised your personality. I bought you lunch and brought you back to my apartment. Why would I be mad at you?" She placed her hands on his broad shoulders.
"I don't know."
"I was actually really angry at you when I first saw you today."
"Oh, because you thought I was kidnapping the girl."
"Right. You know, I was almost abducted when I was fourteen."
"I'm- wow- I'm so sorry."
"It's ok, it was a long time ago. Actually, it's not ok; things like that shouldn't happen, but they do, and they really mess people up. In the five years since then, I've been so angry at men that I've never been on a date. And I'm not attracted to women, so..."
"Wait, so that means..."
Claire nodded sadly. "Yup. We're in the same boat, Steven."
"Wow, but you're so beautiful... That's so sad."
"I could say the same thing about you," she said, leaning in close to his face, ostensibly to examine his busted lip. She scooted herself closer to him, and moved her hands down his chest, resting them on the sides of his ribs.
"Claire, I'm really concerned about... about..."
"What's the matter?" she asked, feigning ignorance, while sexually devious thoughts ran wild in her mind.
"I really need some relief. Please, you need to let me up. Please let me use your bathroom."
She shook her head as she stared at his lips. "I'm not letting you up. You don't need to relieve yourself, Steven."
"Oh, but I really do! Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please let me up!"
Claire huffed. Imitating a game show buzzer, she said, "Nnnnnnnn! Try again."
"Try what again? Please, Claire, I'm in agony!"
"I'd like to help you Steven, I really would."
"Help me? How would you help me?"
"No, that's not how this works," she said testily.
"How does what work? What are you talking about?"
"Dammit, Steven. Sex. I'm talking about sex."
"Sex? But..."
Claire waited patiently and cocked her head to the side.
"But you couldn't... you wouldn't... not with me. You're so ho- you're so hooootttt." He groaned pitifully.
"Fuck it. Just... fuck it."
"Huh?"
"Nothing, I was talking to myself. Ok, Steven, you're not making this easy at all, so I apparently have to just put it out there." She sighed. She gestured with her hands as she struggled to come up with the words to get this guy to have sex with her. Several long moments passed. She sighed, defeated. "You may fuck me, if you want," she said, slapping her hand against her thigh.
"Huh?"
"I want your cum- no- I need your cum."
Steven blinked. "Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack. I don't even care if I orgasm. I just want to... offer myself to you."
"Wow," he said, speechless and motionless.
"You will need to make the first move, though. After all, I can't do everything myself, I-"
She was cut off as Steven hungrily attacked her lips with his. Claire responded in kind, laughing and giggling as she ground her crotch against him. He kissed her neck as he felt her up, grabbing her boobs greedily, pawing at them. A thought occurred to her, and she pushed him back against the couch. "Would you like to undress me?" she asked wickedly. Steven nodded dumbly and reached for the hem of her shirt to lift it over her head. Claire raised her arms helpfully as she smiled seductively at him.
"Is this your first time seeing a girl without her shirt on?"
"Yeah," he said breathily.
"It's the first time I've let a boy- err, a man- see me like this."
"You're amazing. I can't believe this."
"Take my bra off," she said, and patiently waited as he figured out how to do it.
"Sweet mother fucking fuck, you're so fucking gorgeous."
Claire giggled delightedly. Steven began groping her bare tits, sometimes tenderly, sometimes roughly, enjoying the exploration of her body and her two perfect handfuls. For her part, Claire didn't object when he was a bit rough with her, but let him know just the same, while adding that she was happy to let him play with her however he wanted, for as long as he liked.
She leaned forward and kissed him sensually as he massaged her melons, eliciting from him moans and groans of pleasure and agony. Right. He's in pain. I'll need to do something about that soon.
"Steven? I'm going to take care of you now." Claire reached for the button of his shorts.
"Claire, there's something I need to tell you..." he said, sounding panicked.
"Sssshhh, let me do this."
She stood up and took his shorts off, revealing a huge bulge in his boxers. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. Claire gulped in nervous anticipation of what she was about to do. She kicked her shoes off and was about to do the same for her shorts when she paused. "Oh, did you want to take these off?"
He was on her in a flash, feeling up her smooth legs and gripping her hips tightly before unzipping her shorts and sliding them down to her feet. Now clad in just her simple white cotton panties and socks, she assertively pushed him back down onto the couch as she put her hair into a ponytail and knelt before him. She took his shoes and socks off, and lightly massaged him from his feet to his upper thighs, enjoying herself immensely. Biting her lower lip, she looked into his anxious eyes as she put her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers. Once again, she examined the absurd object that lay beneath a thin layer of cotton, then stripped him completely.
Claire gasped deeply. "Fucking hell, Steven!"
"Oh, no, they were right!"
"Huh? Who- What?"
"The guys in gym used to always pick on me because of my size. I- I'm sorry."
"Steven, you have nothing to be sorry about. This... this is a nice dick," she said reverently. "I really mean that." She stared at it in wonder. She had nothing to compare it to, but she knew that she'd be enjoying herself, and soon.
Licking her lips hungrily, she looked him in the eyes as she took him in her soft hands.
"Oooh! It's so hot! Well, I'm not going to mess around, ok? I'm just going to suck one out of you really quick so you can get some relief."
"Oh, yes, oh, please yes, please..." he groaned pitifully.
"I've never done this before, so let me know what feels good and what doesn't." Her eyes rolled back in her head at the thought of taking a cock in her mouth. "Oh, my sweet cock," she muttered as she tightened her grip on him, unaware that she was even speaking. "You are mine," she said, eyelids fluttering. "All mine..." Meanwhile, her swollen clit throbbed wildly.
At 19 years old, Claire hadn't yet had sex, as she had already mentioned. What she hadn't said was that she rarely masturbated because she simply didn't need to. She had already come to terms with the fact that she was never going to have sex. As hard as it was, she had long ago learned to ignore her sexual cravings that she was certain that she would never be able to fulfill. Because she wasn't attracted to girls, and hated men, she didn't have anything to masturbate to. As such, she had a lot of pent-up sexual energy, even for a virgin, and once her mind and body realized that she was actually going to have sex, all those buried cravings came rushing to the surface.
Grinning from ear to ear, she licked him from base to tip. Her hips wiggled of their own accord, eager to accept his length. Eyes wild with lust, Claire kissed and rubbed his cock against her face, sometimes licking up his shaft. She enjoyed herself as she played with him, much as a guy would enjoy playing with a girl's fun parts. She licked and stroked and kissed her newfound reason for living: Steven's glorious cock. Oh, but his balls were large as well, and the thought of how much sperm they would soon release into her willing mouth caused her eyelids to flutter. She gently fondled his balls, feeling powerful at holding such a vulnerable part of his body. Compelled to take his balls into her mouth and delicately suck on them, Claire realized that she was probably enjoying herself more than he was. She had promised to relieve him quickly, and he had earned it, so she would happily do that for him by focusing on extracting his semen from his impressive sack.
But first, she simply had to take him into her mouth as far as she could, so that's just what she did. With a mouthful of his wonderful manmeat, she sighed contentedly with her lips wrapped around him, happy to just be able to provide a warm hole for him whenever he needed one as she rested with his cock almost at the entrance to her esophagus. Her fingers autonomously stroked his scrotum delicately, and he moaned delightfully in response. Oh, right. I'm supposed to be doing this for him.
Swirling her tongue lovingly around his cock, he moaned again, much more breathlessly this time. He seemed to like it when she licked the head of his dick, so she obliged him by doing it more. Predictably, it wasn't long before he was ready to pop.
"Claire, I- I'm going to-"
Yes! Do it! "Mmm-mmmm!" she moaned on his meat, locking her lips on his cock and her eyes on his, as she took him further into her mouth and cradled his balls fondly, squeezing them lightly as he throbbed in the back of her mouth. This is it! Claire anxiously awaited her treat as she did whatever came naturally to her, trying her best to milk his spectacular set of balls.
"Aaahh! I- oh! Here it comes, oh fuuuuccckk!" he exclaimed as he unconsciously placed his hands on her head and a powerful blast struck her in the back of the throat. She moaned loudly and lovingly as her hips bucked wildly, swallowing his seed that she so rightfully earned. Blast after blast erupted into her mouth, and she eagerly received his gift, occasionally gagging when his seed threatened to go down her windpipe. She'd happily accept whatever he wanted to give to her or do to her. Anything. Everything. Claire continued swallowing as he somewhat forcefully slammed her head up and down a few times on his rigid length, causing her to gag when he struck her esophagus, but she still took a moment to savor his flavor before swallowing it down so another burst of cum could flood her hot mouth. Squealing excitedly at the amount of cum he was giving her, and his assertiveness, she offered her assistance as she stroked him off into her mouth while her tongue lapped at his dick passionately. They moaned together as his orgasm subsided, his cock still twitching in her mouth, bathed by her warm tongue and soft lips, and a final spurt shot onto her tongue caused her to coo happily. Removing him from her mouth, Claire lovingly licked him up and down, kissing and smooching his massive member, anxiously awaiting to see what he was going to do with it.
Steven's head fell back against the couch cushion. "Claire... wow... That was incredible. Thank you so much."
Claire giggled delightedly. "No, thank you! That was so wonderful that I can't even describe it."
"So... there's nothing wrong with my dick?" he asked anxiously.
Laughing, she said, "No, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your dick. I like it a lot, actually," she clarified, before licking him from base to tip and giving the head a kiss.
"Huh. The guys always said that no woman would ever want me because they'd be afraid of my size. I guess they were just... jealous, or something?"
Fucking bullies. "Probably. I fucking love your dick. So, what are you going to do with it?" she asked seductively as she continued to lick and stroke his cock, earning a saucy look in return.
He patted the top of his thigh. Claire immediately sat on his lap. I'm so glad he's coming out of his shell. She patiently waited for him to ravage her, but he didn't.
Instead, he cupped her soft, plump cheeks of her face in his hands. He swept a few strands of her dirty blond hair out of her eyes and behind her small, round ears. Staring into her bright blue eyes, he said, "Wow, you are so beautiful."
Claire tee-heed, incredibly aroused, pounding her fists lightly into his chest as she squirmed about on his lap, rubbing her legs together. "Steven, please, what are you doing? I'm ready." She looked down at her underwear and saw her labia, visible from her juices.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, I'm very lubricated."
"Lubricated?"
"I'm wet. For you."
"What do you mean?"
Claire looked at him oddly. Maybe he doesn't understand that pussies get wet. "When a woman gets excited sexually, she produces a natural lubricant to help the penis slide in and out of her," she explained, and then she shivered wildly at the thought. I'm about to take my first cock! And maybe, if I'm lucky, it'll also be the last! First, last, and only. Ahhhh.
"Oh." A second or two passed, then he groaned and shuddered as well, realizing he'd soon be sliding his cock in and out of her virgin pussy. "Wow, that sounds like it would be amazing."
Anticipating some kissing, Claire took a sip of her drink so he wouldn't taste his own cum. "My pussy has my little panties soaked," she teased. "Can't you feel that on your leg?"
"Yeah. I was wondering about that."
"All those juices are for you, Steven. I made them just for you. I made them to help you fit your big cock into my tiny little pussy. You wouldn't want my juices to go to waste, would you? Doesn't the thought of stroking in and out of my hot virgin pussy sound enticing? Do you want to know what you have to do to get it?"
"Yeah."
"Easy. Just do whatever you want to me. Use me for your pleasure," she said, running her hands over his chest and shoulders. "Please? Would you do that for me?" she asked with a pouty look on her face. "I want to feel your cum inside me."
"Won't you get pregnant?"
"I take birth control because it helps with menstrual cramps," she explained. She smiled wide. "I'm so glad I do, because I really need it- I need your cock in me, to fill me up. I need to feel you explode inside of me and drown my womb with your cum. When you came in my mouth, I swear, it did something to me. It... activated me and my... need... for dick... for your dick." She blanked out for a moment, her lust consuming her as she imagined bathing in a tub full of his warm jizz. "Fuck! I'm so fucking... cock drunk... what the fuck is wrong with me?"
Steven was getting really worked up at her words, and he kissed her neck and fondled her boobs as she continued speaking.
"Oh! Fuck! Your dick is so amazing! I want you to take that giant sausage you have there and thrust it up into me, again and again. Really give it to me! Pound my fucking pussy." she hissed. "Fucking drain those balls into me. Fill my vagina with cum, and I'll get a cork and stop it up so it never escapes."
His hips jerked upwards on their own several times.
In a girly, high-pitched voice, she asked, "Do you want to be inside me? Do you want to take my virginity, and spew everything you've got into my sweet little pussy?"
"Yes, oh yes!"
"Then fucking do it," she said seriously. "My pussy is so hot and wet for you- it can't wait to receive you, over and over until you blow. You don't even need to worry about making me cum. Just give me yours; that's all I want. Next time we can focus on me, but for now, you're going to give me your sperm. I almost don't even care if you jerk off until you pop, then penetrate me and just fucking... use me. Oh, Shit!" she cried, sticking her hand in her panties to rub her sensitive, throbbing button.
"Oh, fuck, you're so bad," he groaned.
"Then punish me," she said, and got off of his lap, giggling and skipping merrily to her room. She leaped on her bed and laid down, still wearing just her small white cotton panties and socks, stretching her arms behind her head. I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait! Claire writhed in nervous, sexual anticipation, anxiously awaiting Steven to stuff her full of his hardness. Repeatedly. Fiercely. Dominatingly. She was lost in her own thoughts, hoping that he would be masterful with her, put her in any position he desired so long as it brought about his orgasm inside of her warm, wet, welcoming womanhood, even if it came at the expense of her own.
He was on top of her before she realized he was in the room. "Oh!" she exclaimed as he attacked her mouth with his own, greedily, aggressively, as men usually are when new to kissing, and he tongued her hard and fast until she asked him to tone it down. "You'll get there, don't rush it. Enjoy the moment," she said. "Remember, you already came in my mouth. I'd have thought that would have taken some of the fire out of you," she giggled.
His kisses became tender and loving, and as he nibbled on her lips, she delighted at the unnecessary attention to all parts of her body that weren't her vagina. However, she was quickly getting a bit too aroused, and she briefly wondered if a person could pass out from horniness.
"Steven. Please," she begged, pushing his chest just far enough away that he couldn't kiss her, and so he could look into her eyes, eyes that were pleading for his cock, his satisfaction, his pleasure.
Nodding, he kissed his way down her body to her drenched panties. Oh thank fuck! Finally! He knelt before her crotch and rubbed her through her underwear.
"Steven! Quit fucking around and start fucking!" she pleaded. "Please!"
No sooner had she said this, Steven swiftly slid her panties down her legs. Oh, fuck yes! Take me! He pounced on her pussy, inhaling deeply of her heavenly aroma. He lapped at her lower lips, quickly at first, but he soon slowed down enough that she could have sworn that she could feel his taste buds on her. Of course, he had no idea what he was doing, so she put her hands in his hair and guided him up her slit to her hard, engorged clit, mashing his face into her when he first tongued her needy pearl. She let go of him so he could do what he wanted with her, but she kept putting a hand on the back of his head, if only to run her fingers through his hair to give him the positive feedback that she couldn't verbally express at the moment. Thankfully, he was a quick learner. Very quick.
Claire's orgasm was fast approaching, and she felt like it was going to be a big one. She thought she was maybe 10 seconds away when suddenly she felt a finger part her lower lips and tease her hole.
"Good fuck!" she cried, tensing up as a powerful climax ripped through her, continuing for what felt like minutes. She moaned continuously after she reached her peak, just then realizing that she was humping her needy cunt against his loving mouth as her orgasm was subsiding.
Eventually, she had to push him off of her. "I'm too sensitive," she explained. "That was... just wonderful. Thank you."
"Good."
"Steven?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know what you have to do now?"
"Pound that pretty pussy?"
She giggled maniacally. "Yes, please!"
He rubbed himself in between her folds as he kissed her passionately, searching for her hole as he aimed for the center of her pussy lips. Claire patiently reached for his cock and slipped it lower, lining him up with her hot, needy entrance. Once there, he took a moment to rub himself in and around her hot, wet center.
"Please, Steven, I need it," she whined. "Haven't I been a good girl for you? Haven't I earned your cum yet?" she asked bashfully, her little fists pounding against his chest pleadingly.
He laughed. "You have," he said, kissing the tip of her nose. "How do you want it for the first thrust? Fast or slow?"
She shook her head. "Just be yourself, that's all I ask," she said sweetly as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh, and your cum, I need that too," she quickly added, grinning at him.
Claire stared into his eyes as he pushed himself slowly inside her dripping wet hole, immediately sensing the tip of his cock at her hymen. Their eyes went wide, and their mouths gaped at the feelings as he held himself there, and he wrapped his arms underneath her back as he clamped his open mouth upon hers and sank himself into her depths. She barely noticed as he ruptured her hymen. Fully seated within her, he hugged her tenderly, and viciously, and everything in between as he kissed the nape of her neck.
She gasped at the sensation. "So full... Mmmmm..."
"Are you ok?"
"Oh, Steven. I'm great! I'm so happy to have you inside me. This is so amazing... I was worried about my first time, but I guess I'm so well... prepared... that it didn't hurt. I'm lucky to have you as my first, and I'm really glad I gave my virginity to you. You deserve it," she said, a huge smile on her face.
"My pleasure," he said smugly.
"Dork!" she said jokingly, punching him in the shoulder.
She was suddenly overcome with pleasure, and she belatedly realized that he had pulled out and quickly plunged back inside her warm, wet womb.
"Nnn-gaaaah!" she exclaimed. "Oh my fuck..."
And then he took her.
He filled her, slowly and completely, as if there wasn't even a payoff waiting at the end. Her heart went out to him as he tenderly made love to her, as if she needed another reason to crave his sperm. Give it to me! Give it all to me!
Steven tortured her as he leisurely plowed her tight, virgin pussy. He was clearly no longer in any rush, obviously delighting in the closeness he shared with her, which just made her desire him even more. It's as if he can do no wrong.
Claire settled into his rhythm as he increased his pace. Holding her legs back with her hands underneath her knees, she felt so... complete and... grown up as he began to pound her plump, pristine pussy. I'm a woman now. She shivered all over, realizing that she could fulfill her biological imperative if she stopped taking birth control. I'm meant to lay here and take dick. And he's the one to give it to me. He's so kind to do that.
Steven lifted her legs straight up and put them over his shoulders. He briefly looked at her socked feet next to his face and slammed into her a few times as he held her hips. He moved his hands to the tops of her thighs, then really started nailing Claire hard and fast.
She didn't realize it, but he had pushed the bottom of her thighs down and forward, such that her legs had become significantly closer to her chest. The angle of his cock inside her was now rubbing against her G-spot, and she began moaning nearly continuously as he plunged into her repeatedly, harder, and faster. Manlier.
"Ooooooh... Ooooooooooooooooh... Oooh-oooooooooh!"
Claire stared at him, mouth agape, mind clouded by lust, as Steven had his way with her. Instinctively, her fingers found her clit, and she frigged herself purposefully, but inexpertly, as he slammed his mighty manmeat into her. His heavy balls slapped against her butt as he filled and refilled her hot sexbox.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh! Ooooooohhh!"
Slap! Grind. Emptiness. Slap! Grind. Emptiness. Slap slap slap!
"Nnnnnnghh! Aaaaggaaahh! Mmmmph! Ooooooooooooohh!"
The sound of their lovemaking- now simply pure, animalistic rutting- hung in the air, a seemingly more permanent fixture in her bedroom than the paint on the walls. Her moans and the sound of his balls slapping against her were all that could be heard as she anticipated his release inside of her. How she craved his hot, sticky jizz shooting into her womb and against her cervix where it belonged. After feeling him blast into her mouth, she instinctively knew that she needed to feel that in the deepest recesses of her cunt.
And feel it she would.
It was Steven's turn to moan as his climax built.
"Are you going to cum?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yeah. Real soon," he said, closing his eyes as he focused on his goal.
"You do have your dick in me, you know," she pouted. "The least you could do is look at some part of me as you cum in my pussy."
"Of course, sorry," he said, opening his eyes to see Claire grinning at him as she grasped a tit with the hand that wasn't stroking her clit, licking and suckling her nipple.
And then he blew.
A throbbing pulsed inside her depths. The throbbing suddenly increased a hundredfold, and then it was like a squirt gun was fired directly at her cervix, filling her insides with a syrupy liquid warmth. Yes! I-
And then she blew.
"-I earned it!" she yelled nonsensically as she came, vaginal walls clamping down on his cock, milking him for all he was worth. His balls emptied into her eager womb as she cried ecstatically. Claire humped back at him and grabbed his butt to help pull him into her.
Steven continued to spurt into her, moaning loud and long, and Claire cooed happily as she extracted every last drop of cum from him. Please don't fall asleep on me like I've heard guys do...
He spread her legs so he could snuggle and kiss her. Claire grinned wildly, stroking his back lovingly as she remained impaled upon his still rigid manhood. She basked in the warm wetness that he so kindly gave her, never feeling so close to another person.
What an amazing day.
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