Before I begin I just need to add something to the header from my previous chapter. My writing style is modeled after the style of Goldman a la The Princess Bride. If my use of parentheses bothers you, tell me and I'll try to cut down. But I'm not making any promises.
His hands and mouth were moving expertly down my body. Well, expertly I assumed, this being my first real sexual experience.
However, in a moment of extreme bravado, I attempted to push him off of me. And I succeeded for, the moment I was victorious. The look on his face was a mix of confusion and disappointment. Finally, I spoke "Just because you want something, it doesn't mean you can come in and take it." I said, smiling all the while.
Perhaps it was my smile that gave my intentions away, he knew I was teasing him, and he wouldn't have it. Bringing his face very close to mine, for a moment almost kissing me; he licked his lips and brought his head over to the side of my face, whispering, as seductively as he could manage (which, might I add was very effective): "But if we both want it... It can't hurt." At this point, he began kissing my neck. Something I had already known drove me wild. Especially since it was such an attractive man very knowledgeable when it came to the subject of pleasuring women (and, evidently, men too).
This time, however, his efforts were doubled. And my efforts to resist were nonexistent. Instead, I began removing his clothes. I knew that he would be very happy with the... effect he was having on me. But, he wasn't the only happy one.
Wrapped up in the throes of passion, we went on for considerably more than an hour. It was loud, it was rough, and to me, it was beautiful. I'd never once thought that I was nothing but gratification for him. I truly felt there was something more there, but that's something I'll have to speak of at a later time. Back to where I left off, there was much screaming, moaning and name-calling. On both of our parts.
As we continued, the soft, tender kisses led way to more enthusiastic actions. Our more rapid, passionate actions just seemed to excite us more. Both of us were so close to
I feared that I was falling in love with this strange man, and I was a little shocked to find that I wasn't nearly as scared as I should've been. Perhaps it was the euphoric effect of our recent escapade. After we had finished, (nearly two hours after we had begun) I put my robe on and so did he. Laying down and enjoying a cigarette as we had a leisurely conversation. Though nothing important enough to recount. There were laughs, comments about the disarray of his makeup, things like that...
After he had finished his cigarette he stayed, we were still wrapped up in conversation, and each others arms. "I just..." I said, breaking the silence, "I never thought my first time would be with..." I struggled; trying to find a tactful word to describe Frank's... peculiarities. "Well, with someone who isn't Brad." I said, not wanting to hurt him.
He smiled, understanding that he had thoroughly manipulated me. He could tell that I was his, and he loved having the power (not that I minded giving it up). "Don't be delicate," he said happily "You didn't think the first time you made it would be in a castle with a transvestite."
He'd put it quite bluntly, so bluntly that it had even caught me off guard a little. "W-well, yes. I suppose that is what I meant." But my sentiment was interrupted a moment later by a little shriek from Frank. "What?" I said, looking up to his face. (Id had to, seeing as my face was resting firmly on his chest.) "Nothing, your feet are freezing. For a moment I thought you'd died." A smile came across his face. "Well," he began, "that just won't do... Won't do at all." He had regained control of his arms, pulling away slightly. I was confused for a moment until I realized what he was doing. He began moving steadily down until he had reached my feet. Here... well, you can use your imagination, it's hardly relevant to the story anyway.