"Mr. Hardy, that's was a good meal." I said.

"Well, I try. I gotta keep my boys healthy and strong."

He smiled at Matt, Jeff and Amy. They were wearing the clothes they usually wore outside the ring. Mr. Hardy had on this cute black hat, a red shirt tucked into khaki pants. The boys' father was so nice to me. Sweetness had to run in the family. We were in the kitchen which was very clean.

"I didn't raise my boys to be no fools. I raised them to be respectful and wise."

"Well, you did a good job, Mr. Hardy."

"I got to get out of here, y'all. Amy's got some laundry to do." Amy said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin and got up from her seat.

"Alright, Amy." Mr. Hardy replied.

Amy gave him and everyone else a hug. Matt walked her to the door.

"I'm tired myself. Trish, I put your things upstairs. Jeff, wash the dishes. Good night y'all."

I said thank you and good night. Mr. Hardy went upstairs. I was
about to go upstairs but suddenly, Jeff grabbed my arm.

"Will you help me? I wash, you dry?" Jeff asked.

How could I resist his fine self?

"Sure."

I smiled at Jeff. He turned on the water and we began washing the dishes. We started talking, it was a good conversation. We were so compatible. When I reached over to get the plate from Jeff, I touched his skin. A chill went through me. I could tell he felt it too. A sensual glow swept across my face made him shutter. My eyes fluttered. A soft moan slipped through my lips. He noticed me in a different way. That
made him quiver. That feeling more than anything else made me take a step away.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Jeff said.

"That's okay. I guess I'm..."

"Delicate?" Jeff said.

"Yeah...delicate." My voice was a whisper just like his.

He again handed me a plate. I touched his hand when I took it. Our flesh grazed. I paused. My breathing changed. Jeff's was almost asthmatic. I didn't say a word. He didn't move my hand. I returned the favor. I looked at him in the eyes, moved closer, tilted my head. He kissed me. A nervous kiss. My tongue crept into a slow groove, I moved it like it was a brush and I was creating art. I led, then switched gears and followed his savoring. I put my arms around him, pulled him closer, tighter to him, a little at a time. He did the same and brought the curvature and firmness of my womanhood into focus. I know he felt my breasts squeeze against his chest. I felt his manhood coming to life. My hips moved. I kissed his neck. It made him throb. I eased away. I wrapped my arms around him I gave him another kiss. It was shorter than the first but more intense. We both put the dishes down and looked in each other's eyes. It was then I realized Jeff felt the same way about me. After minutes of savoring each other, I looked up at a mirror. Jeff's face was smeared with my lipstick. I eased my hand on the side of his face and called him back to kissing. I sucked his ear, kissed his face, and made my way back to his mouth. He picked me up and carried me upstairs to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Then, Jeff's hand had grazed the top of my blouse, he left from there to squeeze my breast. I took off Jeff's shirt. He took off my tank top. I kicked out of my panties. I used my foot to take off his boxers. Jeff stood behind me and kissed up and down my spine. He massaged my breast with one hand and I led the other between my legs. He started to finger me. It hurt for a while but the feeling started to please me. I sucked air in short pants. Jeff continued to do that until I told him to stop. More licks, sucks, and nibbles on my butt. We kissed and I reached down to find him but he already guided himself to my opening. It touched across my wetness, moved inside. My breathing sped up, my grip on him tightened. Jeff stopped breathing. He had gotten there and it hurt. I cried out. I stopped breathing. Neither one of us was breathing or moving. Then at the same moment, we gasped back to life. We had connected. He was inside of me, but I was deeper inside of him. I bit my lip and let out a scream of moans. With one hand on his butt and the other around his back, I controlled the depths of the ins and outs. Jeff's rhythm was slow. He busted and was working to drive satisfaction out of his body into mine. Damn, it felt good. He pulled out. We caught our breath. I wiped my face and got up to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Jeff asked out of breath.

"Close your eyes." I replied.

I went to the kitchen and got out some champagne. I poured myself a glass and drank it. Then I got an ice cube and went back to the bedroom. I could smell sperm all the way from the stairway. I closed the door behind me. I turned Jeff on his back and put the ice cube up and down his backbone. He grabbed the pillow and groaned. The room filled with
my giggles and his groans.

"You like?" I whispered into his ear.

I smiled at him, he smiled back. He wrestled me to my back. He licked my navel and thighs. He kissed my neck softly. I returned the favor by pulling him on top of me into a kiss. Jeff had to be the best kisser in the world. He knew exactly where to put his tongue in my mouth. I started playing with Jeff, massaging him with my hands.

"Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we making love?" I asked.

I chuckled, he smiled. I kissed him and became real serious. With
his eyes closed, he tried to taste the difference. He eased away from me.
He looked into my eyes. That answered my question perfectly.

**********

I looked at Jeff. He looked so peaceful when he slept. I ran my fingers
through his hair. I didn't wanna wake him. He was sound asleep. I kissed
him on his check and I went to take a shower. As I was taking my shower, I had never felt so happy in my life. All my dreams came true last night. It was my first night with Jeff. It was the first time I had made love to someone. Sex, fucking, and making love have big differences. I've always dreamed of my first time and it couldn't have been more perfect. Jeff knew what he was doing. He treated me so delicately. I always told myself I would lose my virginity to the man of my dreams and Jeff was just that. The next thing I knew, the water got hot all of a sudden. I opened the
shower curtain to see if anyone had used the bathroom. No one was there.

"Looking for me?" I jumped and turned around.

It was Jeff. I got mad.

"JEFF, DON'T YOU EVER SCARE ME LIKE..." My words trailed when I looked at Jeff's chest.

Damn, he was sexy. He was so muscular. A very fine naked body. His chest was chiseled perfectly. I reached out and felt him. He was sexy and wet. I played with his navel ring. Jeff pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His tongue chased mine, he caught it and sucked it into his mouth. Damn, he could kiss. He ended the kiss to lick my breasts. He looked at my nipples and smiled. He saw that I was horny. Jeff started to lick my nipples. It made me throb. I knew where he was headed. That's why I didn't want him to stop. Jeff knew exactly what to do to satisfy me. I was feeling on his chest. You could tell he worked out. The water was running hot and Jeff licked me all over until he ended up on his knees. He looked up at me and said

"Can I?"

"Don't stop."

He then opened his mouth and went inside of me. I cried out and moaned. I had never felt such a good feeling of satisfaction. He ate me out like I was it was ice cream. It felt good too. After a while, I had given him all I could give him. I really didn't want him to stop but I stepped back from him anyway. It was only 9:46. We could have some more fun. I took the soap and started rubbing him with it all over his body. I reached a certain spot.

"Do you want me to?" I asked.

"I did it to you."

I smiled and got on my knees. I grabbed Jeff's length, Jeff moaned when I did, then I opened my mouth, eased towards it, almost got there, but then I looked at Jeff.

"I don't feel like it." I said.

I stood up, turned off the water, and ran out of the bathroom laughing.

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