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Welcome to my Web site! Story pages.AUTHOR'S NOTE: All of my stories are my intellectual property. I have posted them to share with you, the reader. You will make no attempt to claim my work as your own under any circumstances. Chrissie A true story. ;p Early 2003 Chrissie and I arranged to meet on a Tuesday night. Her soon to be estranged husband would watch the kids and she could go out. My kid would be asleep by the time she came by, so we’d have all the privacy we needed. She called for directions around 8:30pm. Her husband was in the shower and once he was out, she’d shower and be on her way. I had already showered and shaved. I made a protein shake in lieu of dinner and settled down in front of the TV to play video games while I waited. Incense was burning in the bathroom, bedroom, and living room. The living room light was on for a feeling of safety and a nightlight was on in the bathroom. The house was cozy and clean and the bed was made. I was set for company. Somewhere around 9:30 I started to worry. Perhaps I’d told her to make a left somewhere instead of a right? I hoped she’d brought my phone number with her in case she got lost. Around 10:00, bored of video games and feeling anxious, I went to my car to get a CD. On the way back in I saw a woman, alone, getting out of an SUV. She was certainly unattractive and I secretly hoped she wasn’t my date. She wasn’t. I did a crossword puzzle and listened to soft music in the background while I continued to wait. It was nearly 10:30 when she showed up. Chrissie wore a short blue-patterned summer dress that clung to her curves, a little jewelry, and no makeup. Her dark thick hair was fastened in the back and I wondered how long it fell. We chit chatted about traffic and the mess on I-95 on her way over and how she passed the turn. While making small talk I thought to myself, “yeah, I could see myself fucking her.” We got to know each other better, discussing past encounters, her husband situation, my currently out of town boyfriend situation, and whether or not this was a date. I made us a couple of light Cap’n and Cokes while she laughed nervously, crossed and uncrossed her body with her arms and legs, and bit her nails. I was nervous too, but there seemed to be a mutual attraction, so I began to unwind. I knew she smoked, and since I don’t, I asked if she wanted to step outside for a cigarette or take a little walk around the lake, hoping that would help her relax. She agreed but confided that she hadn’t had any cigarettes since her shower since she didn’t want to smell like smoke for me, if this was a date. We took a walk and she smoked while I asked about her recent sexual history. I didn’t want to get into an unsafe situation with her husband possibly dating and all that. She answered readily and was very forthcoming so I felt no fear in proceeding with her. I also informed her of my situation and recent history, as not to grill her for information. After a short time on the couch after the walk, she was still biting her nails, but speaking freely and no longer covering her body with her hands and legs. We got to talking about road trips and tattoos. She stated she had two and I asked if I could see them. She showed me the one on her shoulder blade of a cupid-like angel with a devil tail and the one on her hipbone of a mermaid silhouetted by the setting sun. She asked to see mine and I lowered my jeans to show her the one on my lower back of the eye of Ra and told her she could see my other one another time as I wasn’t wearing panties and it was on my thigh. My tank top would not have covered anything should I lowered my jeans to show her. She asked again and I put her off. Then she begged and I showed her by lowering my jeans to my knees. She traced my tattoos with her fingertips in a way that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and my eyes close. When I refastened my jeans, she giggled and remarked, “I saw your pussy.” I laughed. She offered to show me her piercings and told me she had her hood pierced. I told her I’d see it later. “What’s later?” she asked. Mutual attraction was confirmed. She was still biting her nails and it was making me crazy. She was speaking openly, had offered to show me her goodies, and had seen mine briefly. Why was she still nervous? We talked about past same sex relationships and she stated that she is experienced, but not heavily so, that things just kind of happened. For the most part, that was my experience as well. I asked Chrissie to come to my room and have a seat on the bed. I got my nail polish remover and some cotton balls and took off her chipped and bitten polish. She said, “Look at you, taking care of me.” “No,” I replied, “I’m making you stop biting your nails. This tastes awful and you won’t put your hands in your mouth.” That, and I was hoping she’d relax a little more. Indeed, it worked. I didn’t plan for anything to happen between us that evening except maybe some kissing. We laid on my bed and she told me stories from her past about a girl she met a bike week, about a master she once had, about her family out of town. She let her hair down from the clips and fell in these giant waves just below her shoulders, just slightly longer than my thin blonde ringlets. It was after midnight and she stated she should get going home despite the good time she was having. I brushed my fingernails across her forearm and she put her head back down. I continued stroking her hand, forearm, and upper arm with my fingertips and fingernails. Whenever I got to her hand, she’d open her fingers for mine to pass through. She commented on her goose bumps and that she still felt nervous. “Why? Have I pushed? I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” I withdrew my hand and set it beside her arm. “No! Please. Don’t stop,” she said as she took my hand and put in on hers. “It’s just that you’re a girl and you’re touching me and giving me goose bumps.” “I don’t know what you’re nervous about. I haven’t even touched you until now, and this isn’t threatening. Do you feel safe?” “Yes,” she replied. We lied quietly for a few minutes, her goose bumped skin beneath my fingertips was a delicious sight. She sat up suddenly and moved behind me on her knees and began kissing my neck and shoulders and back. Her hands were in my hair and her lips warm against my skin. I began making little cooing noises as her kisses sent ripples of pleasure through me. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked. I wondered if she was kidding. Her face was beside mine and I leaned up to kiss her. We half rolled so we were facing one another, her dark hair in my face, her hands pulling me closer, her knee snaking up between my legs. She pulled my top leg over her bottom one and we intertwined in a lover's knot. Her skirt had ridden up a little and I could feel her warmth on my thigh through my jeans. She was soaked. I rolled on top of her and she pinned my hair back from my face with her hand. We kissed and we grinded through our clothes like a couple of school kids. "This is a first date," I reminded her, meaning we didn't have to go further if she didn't want to. She took my handful of hair and pulled my face to hers, kissing me hand and biting my bottom lip a little. Little noises escaped me. One hand in my hair, her other hand played down my shoulder and upper arm sending goose bumps all the way down my back. My hands were in her hair on on her face, exploring her as I kissed her lips and neck. Our chests pressed together as she brought her hips up to meet mine. We had mock sex and were both slippery beneath our clothes. She pulled the straps to my tank top down, exposing my breasts and took turns with my nipples in her mouth, flicking them with her tongue, biting gently, and putting both together to suck. I groaned with anticipation. She talked. “I don’t’ know what you like.” I shushed her. I couldn’t form words with my head spinning like that. She asked if she could please touch me, touch my sweet, sweet pussy. I shook my head, “it’s a first date,” I said simply. I didn’t intend for things to get this far. “Please,” she asked. “No.” But I did intend to return the favor. I lifted her dress to find her pale green bra holding her large round breasts perfectly in place. She unfastened it for me before I could even reach for the clasp. I laid her back and held the bra to her while I kissed all around it. When I let her bra fall, I found that her nipples were just slightly darker than mine and went beautifully with her skin tone. I took one of her already erect nipples into my mouth and licked and sucked it while massaging both breasts with my hands. She brought her knee up between mine and rubbed her leg against my box while I toyed with her. My hips were moving in time with her leg and I was getting really wet. I lightly kissed and nibbled my way down her belly, stopping to play with the ring in there, and down to her thighs. She still had her panties on and I still had my jeans on. Chrissie suggested I close the bedroom door. I asked that she not move. I killed the main light and shut the door. As I came back to bed, she was lying just as I’d left her, legs parted, nothing but panties on, and just the slightest hint of outer lip peeking from the edge of her panties. I touched her lightly through the thin cloth, knowing it was making her crazy, and ran my fingers up those peeking lips. “Tease,” she said. I just smiled. I put my hands inside her panties and touched her gently, rubbing my hand over the outside of her. There may have been steam coming from her with as hot and wet as she felt. I could feel that I was no different. I wanted nothing more than to tear off her panties and ravage her, but you only get one time to slowly, teasingly, enjoy a woman for the first time and I was going to take advantage of that. She sat up and asked, “Please, may I touch you? I just want to have my fingers in your sweet, sexy little pussy. Please.” I smiled and she took my jeans off me, thanking me the entire time for letting her touch me. She certainly has a submissive side. The begging had me so hot, hearing a mostly naked woman in your bed beg to just touch you, not even go further, just touch you, was quite the ego boost. She pulled me closer to her with her knees open and sitting on the edge of the bed, I put one foot beside her outer thigh to give her the access she had so nicely requested. She sighed as she put one finger inside me, and then again as she took that finger to her lips and tasted me. She pulled me down toward her and we kissed and touched while her fingers explored my folds. I flipped us over and sat up. She sat up as well to kiss me. I pushed her back down, went to work kissing and massaging her breasts, running my hands all over her body, kissing my way down her belly to her panties. I pulled at them and she lifted her hips so I could remove them. Exploring her body, I dipped one finger into her and brought it up to her lips. She readily took it in and made a soft noise. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and my tongue around her clit and sucked gently. Her hips immediately started bucking in rhythm with my tongue. "Oh my god, Autumn, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." I stopped for a minute and licked her lips, her hood, all indirect targets. I inhaled her strongly concentrated pheromones. I went back to work breathing her in, smelling her, tasting her, making her come. After she came, Chrissie asked me to press my body against hers, to feel my weight on her, our breasts squashed together. We lay like that for a moment and kissed, her hands in my hair, my hands on her hips and sides. Then she flipped me over and said, "Your turn." She went down on me for a few minutes but was too insistent and eager, "Gently," I asked. She lightened her touch and I brought my hand down to open my lips for her tongue. She grabbed my wrist and put my hand in her hair. I tangled my fingers in her hair and made little panting and mewing noises as I got closer to climax. When I came for her, she lifted her face and said "I'm so proud I made you come!" Chrissie crawled up my body, kissed me deeply, and said "What does it taste like?" "Smoke," I chided her. We laughed, kissed, cuddled a bit, and then it was time for her to go. |
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