Lisa
Trojan, Durex, Lifestyles, Trojan Magnum (oh yeah, my three foot cock definitely needed those), Contempo, Vivid and Rough Rider.
Seriously? There was a condom brand called Rough Rider? Why not just go with Fuck Her Hard and be done with it?
I stood in the "Family Planning" aisle of the grocery store, trying to decide which condom brand was more effective. Family Planning…give me a break. How many people came to this aisle because they were planning a family? They came to this aisle to AVOID planning a family.
I couldn't buy Trojan. Every time I opened the box I heard that god damn jingle from the commercial, "Trojan Man!" and then I thought of a guy on a horse. Durex made me think of Playtex which made me think of tampons, which made me think of periods, which made me want to dry heave. Lifestyles made me think of Robin Leach and caviar. Fish eggs were not sexy and neither was Robin Leach.
I wasn't going to make myself look like a major asshole and buy Trojan Magnum. If I bought those things, I'd have to talk like Dirty Hairy in the bedroom. "Do you feel lucky today, seeing my giant penis, punk?"
Jennie probably wouldn't take too kindly to me calling her a punk before I had sex with her.
Contempo just sounded boring, like contemporary music, John Tesh or some shit like that. Snooze fest. If people fell asleep while you were having sex with them, you needed to get your shit together.
Rough Rider was already out so that left me with Vivid. Vivid video was a porn making company. And the things I wanted to do to Jennie could definitely be in porn. I think dressing up like a FedEx guy so I could deliver my big package to the horny housewife while she bent over the kitchen sink may have to wait at least a few weeks though.
I grabbed the forty-eight count bulk box that came with a free bottle of KY Warming Liquid and a vibrating cock ring and threw them in the cart. The cock ring scared me just a little. The idea of something vibrating by my balls made me nervous. What if it short-circuited? Great Balls of Fire didn't need to occur in the bedroom. And the smell of burning nut hair was sure to kill the mood.
"Stop worrying. I'm sure Jennie isn't going to even notice that you have a tiny tallywhacker."
I turned around to see Jim standing in the aisle with a smirk and a box of tampons in his hand.
"Very funny, asshole. Looks like you're on the rag this week. Make sure to get yourself some Midol and a copy of Terms of Endearment so you can have yourself a good cry," I quipped.
"Hey, Terms of Endearment is a very touching, beautiful story about the dynamics in a mother/daughter relationship. Show some respect for Shirley McClain and Debra Winger for fuck's sake. That movie won five Oscars for…"
"Jesus, calm down, Nancy. Does Doyeon know you're using her vagina today?" I asked in mock horror.
Jim smiled, "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that because if I told Doyeon, she would cut your nut sack off, dude."
He was right about that. Doyeon was a bulldog with rabies and mad cow disease. She would fuck me up if I crossed her.
"Since I just caught you buying condoms, and Jennie is like a sister to me, I feel I must say a few words at this time," he explained, shoving aside some bottles of lube on a shelf next to him so he could put his box of tampons down and cross his arms in front of him.
I nodded. "By all means."
"I like you, Lisa, but I met Jennie first and I'm engaged to her best friend, so that means, by chick laws, I have to like her more. I feel it's necessary that I use the words of some of the greats in history to establish the sincerity of the situation we find ourselves in."
He paused and I waited for him to continue by resting my elbow on the handle of my cart.
"You mess with the bull, you get the horns."
"If you want to throw down fisticuffs, I've got Jack Johnson and Tom O'Leary waiting for ya, right here."
"I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too."
"I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you."
I nodded my head, impressed. "Full Metal Jacket?" I asked.
"Yep."
"Nice touch," I replied.
Jim turned around and grabbed his tampons off of the shelf.
"Well, alrighty then. My work here is done. I've got a few more items to pick up so I'll talk to you later."
An hour and a half later, I managed to clean up the house, change the sheets on my bed, make up the extra bed in the spare room for Gabi and set up a couple of the things I bought for him over the past week. Maybe it was a little bit much, but oh well. I'd missed out on four years of birthdays, Christmases, Valentine's Days, Arbor Days, Sundays and every other day I could have bought him something. I had a lot of time to make up for.
My son was going to spend the night at my house.
I kind of wanted to jump up and down and clap my hands. I was excited to curl up with him on the couch in his pajamas and watch the new movie I picked up earlier. I couldn't wait to tuck him into bed and wake up with him tomorrow morning and get him breakfast. I wanted to experience all of the things that made up his day. I wanted to hear him laugh, listen to him talk and watch him interact with Jennie.
Jennie.
Beautiful, smart, funny, sexy Jennie who was going to be spending the night at my house as well. I couldn't wait to wake up with her next to me in the morning. I missed out on that five years ago, and I wasn't about to go without this time. I wanted her face to be the first thing I saw when the sun came up and her body curled up next to mine to be the first thing I felt. But most of all, I wanted to be coherent for every single second. I didn't want the haze of alcohol to take anything away from this night for either one of us.
I hope she didn't think it was too forward of me to buy condoms. If she didn't want to do anything, there was no way I would pressure her. But if she asked my throbbing python of love to come out and play, I wasn't going to complain.
I just poured a box of noodles into a pot of boiling water when the doorbell rang. I set the timer on the stove and quickly walked through the living room and answered the door. As soon as it opened, Gabi barged past me and into the living room.
"Hi Lisa! Mommy has nipples! Do you have nipples?" he asked as he took off his backpack and dumped the contents in the middle of the floor.
"Oh my God, Gabriel, filter!" Jennie scolded as she walked through the doorway, rolling her eyes at me. I laughed as I shut the door behind her and tried not to grab her ass or sniff her hair.
Jesus, she really did have a great ass.
"What's the deal with the nipples question?" I asked as we both stood in the entry to the living room, watching Gabi sort through the stuff he brought.
"He was in my room when I got dressed earlier and he asked me what they were. I thought I should be honest with him and now I realize it was a big mistake. He spent the whole way here singing "All I want for Christmas are my two front nipples." I almost opened the door and shoved him out into oncoming traffic," Jennie said with a laugh.
"Mommy stopped the car and unlocked the doors and told me to get out and walk," Gabi informed me.
"Okay, almost isn't exactly accurate," she told me with a shrug. "In my defense, I did tell him if he said the word "nipples" one more time I was going to stop the car and make him walk. According to his pediatrician, it's important to always follow through with your threats."
I helped Jennie take her coat off and scooped up Gabi's that he'd thrown on the floor and hung both of them up in the closet.
"Maybe now isn't the best time to tell you that he asked me if he had a vagina this morning and then asked me to read him 'The Vagina Monologues' at the library."
Jennie groaned and shook her head.
"What the hell am I going to do when he starts preschool in a few months? He's going to be like that kid in the movie, Kindergarten Cop, except he's going to announce "Boys have a penis and girls have a vagina and my mommy has nipples!" I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against my side, noting again how good her body felt next to mine.
"You mean what the hell are we going to do?" I corrected her. I needed to make sure she understood that I wasn't going to change my mind about all of this.
"Don't forget, he's also going to tell everyone just how huge my wiener is. At least I hope he is. Maybe I should remind him about the awesomeness that is my wiener. "
Jennie raised her eyebrows at me and I realized that didn't come out right at all.
"That sounded a lot skeazier than I meant it too."
Jennie turned her body into mine so that we were chest-to-chest and my back was to Gabi. She rested her arms on my shoulders, letting her fingers play with the hair on the back of my neck. I got goose bumps on my arms and Mr. Happy just woke up from his evening nap and started drooling.
"Can we please ban the word wiener?" she asked with a laugh.
I glanced over my shoulder at Gabi. He had his back to us and was busy talking to his Batman figurine, asking it if it had nipples. I looked back at Jennie and let my hands slide down her hips and around to her ass to pull her up against me.
"Only if you use the word 'cock' from now on," I told her with a smirk.
She pushed her hips into me and I let out a groan when she came in contact with my raging erection.
"T.J. told me you paid him twenty dollars the other night to get me to say that."
Shit. T.J. was going down the next time we played P.O.R.N. He was going to get a ball right to his throat. I placed my lips to the corner of her mouth and then kissed a path across her cheek. When I got to the soft skin right behind her ear, I let my tongue snake out so I could taste her.
She let out a little moan and pushed her hips back into me. She turned her face so her lips hovered by my ear.
"Cock, cock, c-o-c-k," she whispered, drawing out the syllables in the last one.
"Holy fucking hell…" I mumbled, wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her tightly so her hips stopped moving against me.
The timer In the kitchen went off and all thoughts of Jennie's lips and "cock" were put aside. I unwound myself from her and we all made our way into the kitchen so I could finish the spaghetti.
Dinner went very well even though Jennie had to remind Gabi every ten seconds to stop talking and eat. I've never heard a kid talk so much in my life about anything and everything and I enjoyed every second of it. After dinner was over, I sent Jennie and Gabi to the spare bedroom while I cleaned up the dishes.
A few seconds later I heard Gabi's yell.
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Jennie
I grabbed Gabi's hand and we took off towards the back of the house where Lisa said the spare room was. I thought it was really sweet that Lisa had made up a room for Gabi.
We got to the door and I pushed it open. Gabi took a step inside and let out a yell.
"WHAT THE FRIGGIN' HELL?"
He immediately ran into the room and I stood there with my mouth open, unable to muster up the ability to tell him to watch his mouth.
Lisa had Toys R Us in her spare room. There was a fucking tree house in the corner! A tree house! How did she even get that in here?
I slowly took in every inch of the room and then did it again just to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Nope, there was definitely a pile of at least one hundred stuffed animals in the corner, a bunk bed with race car blankets, three Hotwheels tracks that intersected all over the room, a pile of puzzles, a drawing table filled with coloring books and crayons, and a shelf filled with multicolor bins that held cars, monster trucks, army men, leggos and God knows what else. Gabi zipped all around the room, touching everything.
"Holy shit," I muttered.
Gabi stopped his climb up into the tree house and looked at me.
"Mom, you can't say shit," he scolded.
I laughed hysterically.
"Oh yes I can. I can say shit. I'm an adult for shit's sake. You're the one that can't say shit. Shit! Shitballsack!"
I could feel the burn in the back of my throat and a sting in my eyes that indicated I was going to cry. Shit! That did it. Now I was in love with the jerk. She bought my…our son a fucking toy store. She wouldn't have done this if she wasn't serious. I know she told me she was – several times. I wanted so much to believe her, but I didn't just have myself to think about. I couldn't really move forward and turn this into something real until I was one hundred percent certain she would never leave Gabi. She could leave me, she could change her mind about us and I knew I'd survive. But I would never, ever let my son be hurt like that. Looking around this room, thinking about how easily she let us take over her life and change whatever plans she had for her future, I knew without a doubt I wanted her to be Gabi's dada. She wasn't just a sperm donor anymore. She was a parent. And I knew she would be a damn good one.
I let the tears slip out of my eyes and run down my cheeks as I smiled at our son, happily checking out all of his new toys. I heard a throat clear behind me and I whipped around to see Lisa standing there sheepishly with her hands in her pockets.
"So, um, how much trouble am I in? I didn't plan on getting this much but once I got to the store, I couldn't help myself. They make Hotwheels that change color in the water, Jennie! And a garbage truck named Stinky that moves on its own and picks up toys and then burps. Did you know there was something called Moon Sand? Oh, oh and Aqua Sand that strangely looks like siding insulation when you put it in the water but when you pull it out…"
I launched myself into her arms and cut off her words with my lips. She was obviously surprised but caught me easily in her arms and returned my kiss. I poured everything I had into that kiss, all of my happiness, all of my trust and all of my love. I let her know with my lips just how thankful I was to have been blessed with person like her in my life. I could have kissed her for days and never come up for air. The only thing that made me stop was the sound of absolute silence in the room behind us.
I broke from the kiss and Lisa let out a groan of complaint which made my girly parts tingle knowing that she didn't want to stop. Keeping my arms around her, I turned my head around.
"Where's Gabi?"
"Ooooh this is warm. And it makes my hands tingle," we heard Gabi say from another room.
I sighed. "Shit, what did he get into now?" I muttered as I reluctantly pulled out of Lisa's arms.
Lisa started to smile but immediately got a horrified look on her face. She turned and raced out of the room before I could ask her what was wrong. I followed after her and was right on her heels when she rounded the corner to her bedroom. It was like something out of a movie. Lisa jumped up and dove through the air, arms stretched out in front of her like Superman. She sailed across the room and landed on her stomach on the bed right next to Gabi, but not before smacking something out of his hand. I just stood there with my mouth open, trying to understand what the hell was going on.
"Heeeeey," Gabi complained with a frown.
Lisa was face down on the bed, her shoulders shaking so hard that Gabi's body was bouncing. Was she crying? Oh my God, was she having a nervous breakdown?
"Lisa, what the hell?" I asked.
"What the hell, Lisa?" Gabi repeated.
"Gabriel!" I scolded while Lisa continued to have a seizure or whatever the hell she was doing.
"But Mooooom, she took my lotion," Gabi pouted.
I walked up to the bed to see what Gabi was pointing at. A small tube of something was by Lisa's hand on the bed. As soon as I got close enough to see it, Lisa grabbed it and flipped over on her back. And now I could see that she wasn't dying from an epileptic seizure, she was laughing her ass off.
"It's not funny, Lisa. You took my lotion," Gabi complained.
This only made Lisa laugh harder until she was gasping for breath. I looked at her in confusion. She just lifted her arm and handed me the tube of…
KY Warming Liquid?
Oh Jesus fucking hell. Lube? He put lube on his hands. It only took seconds for me to notice that Gabi was surrounded by condoms. A couple of them open and out of their wrappers.
"Your balloons suck, Lisa," Gabi complained.
I collapsed on the bed next to Lisa and laughed right along with her.
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Twenty minutes into Toy Story 2, Gabi fell fast asleep with his head on Lisa's lap. I got up to go to the bathroom and grabbed my cell phone off of the kitchen table so I could sneak a picture. It was just too cute not to document.
I tapped Lisa on the shoulder once I stowed my phone away and pointed to Gabi and then motioned back to her room. She awkwardly tried to finagle her arms around Gabi and you could tell she was freaked out about waking him up.
"It's okay," I whispered to her. "He won't wake up."
Lisa shook her head and muttered something that sounded like "Yeah right, until suddenly he disappears and you realize he's been eaten by a clown."
She moved quickly, scooping Gabi into her arms like she'd done it a thousand times before and Gabi never batted an eyelash at the disruption. I followed behind Lisa down the hall and smiled at the sight of Gabi with his head nestled into the crook of Lisa's neck and his arms hanging limply at her sides. We walked into the bedroom, stepping over all of the toys so we wouldn't trip, and I stood back while Lisa gently put Gabi down on the bottom bunk and covered him up. It took everything in me not to sob when she brushed Gabi's hair off of his forehead like I usually did every night.
"My lunch box makes cow nipples," Gabi mumbled in his sleep before rolling over to face the wall.
Lisa looked back at me.
"What the hell was that?" she whispered with a laugh.
I stepped around her, bent over and kissed Gabi's head.
"Your son talks in his sleep," I informed Lisa as I took her hand and pulled her off the bed. "I was kind of hoping it was hereditary. I don't talk in my sleep and if you don't either, then maybe it has to do with what he eats before bed."
Lisa held onto my hand as we walked across the room. "Sorry to say, I don't talk in my sleep. What does he eat before bed?"
"LSD, shrooms, the usual bedtime snack for toddlers."
Before we got to the door, Lisa let go of my hand, walked over to the wall and plugged in a nightlight that was shaped like a race car. He joined me at the doorway and took my hand again.
"See? This is what's wrong with the youth of America," he whispered. "Too many chocolate chip cookies and not enough acid."
I just stood there looking at her. A room full of toys and a nightlight? This person had thought of everything.
"What?" she asked, when I didn't move.
"You just amaze me, that's all," I told her with a smile as I pulled her out into the hall, shutting the door to Gabi's room behind me.
We walked silently down the hall to Lisa's bedroom, both of us knowing without a doubt that this was the next step. I wanted to sleep with her again the first moment I saw her in the bar. It felt like this was a long time coming, but here, in this moment, it finally felt right.
Lisa shut the door to her room and I reached around her to lock it just in case. Gabi slept like the dead, but he was in a strange place so I didn't know how well he'd do. Maybe that was selfish of me, but after five long years and no alone time, I think I deserved this. Plus, I'd much rather get a knock on the door warning us he was awake instead of him just barging in and asking why we were wrestling naked.
The only light In the room came from a small lamp on the bedside table that cast a soft glow around the room. We stood there by the door just staring at each other. The weird thing was it wasn't awkward at all. I wanted to take it all in. I wanted to remember every single second of this moment. I didn't want to just have bits and pieces of a drunken night flowing in and out of my mind. I wanted to remember every touch, every look and every feeling. I would never regret the first time we had sex because it brought me Gabi. But this time would mean more, because this time, I loved this person with all of my heart.
In just a few minutes I was going to be totally naked in front of her.
Oh my God, in just a few minutes I was going to be naked. In front of Lisa.
Shit, I have stretch marks on my ass. Okay, just keep her eyes off of my naked ass.
She reached down and took my hand, pulling me to her chest. She didn't let go of my hand as she wrapped both of our arms behind my back, clasping our fingers together. Her other hand came up to rest on my cheek while she looked into my eyes.
"Before we do this, you need to know something," she whispered.
"I am one hundred percent, absolutely in love with you and Gabi."
My lip quivered and my heart soared. I closed my eyes and tried to keep the tears inside as I rested my forehead against her. Once I got my emotions under control, I pulled back so I could see her face.
"I love you too, Lisa," I whispered back.
A smile lit up her face and I brought my hand up and let my fingers trace the shape of her lips. She kissed my fingertips and started walking me backwards towards the bed. I loved the way she looked at me, like I was her whole world. I didn't think we even made eye contact our first time together.
When the back of my knees hit the edge, she leaned me backwards, holding me tight and lowering me slowly, until I felt the softness of the bed against my back and the hard heat of Lisa against my front. Her arm held me tight around my waist and she lifted me just enough so she could move us both further onto the bed. I brought my legs up and wrapped them around her hips. I placed both of my hands against her cheeks and craned my neck up so I could kiss her. The kiss started out gentle and sweet but quickly changed. I could feel her hardness right in the apex of my thighs and a burst of heat surged through me and dampened my underwear. Lisa shifted her hips slightly and I whimpered into her open mouth. That sound must have gave her the "all systems go" signal because she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and moved the hardness in her jeans right against me. I moved my hands down to hem of her shirt and slid them underneath. The heat of her smooth skin instantly warmed my chilled hands as I moved them up the front of her stomach and chest. I pushed my forearms higher to raise her shirt up the front of her body. She broke the kiss to reach back behind her and grasp a handful of her shirt, yanking it up over her head and tossing it to the side.
She raised herself above me on one arm, repeating the motions I just performed on her. She flattened her hand on the lower part of my stomach, her fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt. She watched her hand as it slowly moved up my stomach and between my breasts. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up, arching my back so I could get it off of me and toss it in the same direction that her shirt went. Her flattened palm that rested on my chest slid to the side, running over the top of my breast that spilled out of the top of my red, lace push-up bra. I sighed, closing my eyes and tilting my head back as her hand engulfed my breast over the top of my bra.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered as she kneaded the soft mound, making me moan. Before I could think any coherent thoughts, her fingers slipped the edge of my bra away and her head dipped down so her warm, wet lips could capture my nipple and pull it into her mouth.
I was done for at that point. My hands slapped down onto her shoulders and my nails dug into her skin as she swirled her tongue around and around. How did I never know that there was a nerve that connected from my nipple right to my vagina? Holy hell! Every time she sucked I felt a tingle down there and it was driving me insane.
"You have too many clothes on," I muttered as I reached between us to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She pulled away from me and stood up next to the bed to pull her pants and boxer briefs down while I unfastened my own jeans.
Holy shit, there's her penis – her mighty, mighty penis that was going to be inside of me any second now. Does it look bigger? Maybe it's the lighting. This lighting better not be like dressing room lighting and make my ass look bigger.
"You're making me self-conscious staring at my penis so hard. It doesn't do any tricks, so I hope you're not waiting for it to juggle or anything," Lisa said with a smile as she leaned down and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my jeans and underwear and slowly started to pull them down my legs.
Don't think about the c-section scar or the stretch marks around it. If you don't think about them, they aren't real.
Shit, she's going to see me naked. Maybe if she glanced away or closed her eyes, I would look better. It could be like that Old Spice commercial.
Look down, back up, now look at me. I'm a Maxim model.
"I'm just wondering if you have a permit for that thing and if it's going to fit in me," I joked, slyly resting my hands over top of the scar nestled at the top of the little triangle of pubic hair I had. Okay, I wasn't really joking. How the fuck did that thing get in there last time and why didn't I walk funny the next morning?
Lisa saw through my actions and immediately pulled my hands away and held them down at my sides.
If I suck in my stomach any harder I'm going to pull a muscle.
"Don't cover yourself up, please. I love every inch of your body," she said sincerely as she rested one knee on the bed next to my thigh and placed a soft kiss right on top of the c-section scar. She loved every inch of my body before Gabi stretched it out like a rubber band on a sling shot. Granted, her memory of my body that night wasn't very clear, but I'm pretty sure she'd remember that my ass didn't have a map of stretch marks on it back then and I could very well teach a geography class with it if getting naked in front of students wasn't frowned upon.
She let go of one of my hands and used her arm to hold herself up as she leaned over me and looked at my body. The tips of her fingers followed the line of my scar back and forth several times. She had a sad look in her eyes for a moment, and I absolutely would not allow that when we were seconds away from having sexy time. I took her fingers and moved them up, placing them over top of my breast.
Alright, I'm getting better at this. That wasn't awkward at all. I wanted her hand on my boob, so I put her hand on my boob. Done.
She looked up and smiled at me then knelt down on the floor next to the bed. I gave her a questioning look as she slid both of her hands down my hips, across my thighs and skimmed them back behind my knees. I started to tell her to get back up here when all of a sudden she pulled me towards her until my knees were bent at the edge of the bed and my legs hung down on either side of her. Before I could utter a protest, she leaned down and kissed the inside of my thigh.
Oh, Jesus. Oh holy fuck, she's going to put her mouth on me.
The tip of her tongue made a trail from the inside of my thigh to my hip bone where she placed her lips and sucked gently. I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted the sheets as she kissed her way from my hip to my pubic bone.
Oh fuck, she was right there. I was wet as hell and she could probably smell me now. I should have eaten strawberries or melon or a dozen roses or an entire mint plant. Did that work for women? I read an article that it worked for men. Their spunk tasted like what they ate. Did my vagina taste like spaghetti right now? God dammit! I shouldn't have eaten dinner.
Her hands glided back up my legs to the tops of my thighs until her thumbs slid through the lips of my sex. She stopped kissing the area all around my triangle of curls, pulled her head up a little and watched what she was doing with her fingers. I had one eye open at this point so I could see what her next move was. Even though I was freaking out about the fact that my vagina might taste like Chef Boyardee, it was kind of hot to watch Lisa stare at me as her hands rested on my thighs and she slid her thumbs up and down through my wetness.
Her thumbs slid up one last time, spreading me open as she went. She groaned, and before I could apologize for not letting my lady parts gargle with mouthwash, she dipped her head and wrapped her lips and tongue around me.
A strangled cry flew from my mouth as I arched my back and smacked my hand down on the bed.
All embarrassment was forgotten when her mouth made contact with me. Every thought flew out of my mind and all I could do was feel what she was doing to me. She licked and sucked me into her mouth, letting her lips and tongue slide down to my opening and back up. She flattened her tongue and lapped over top of my clit, up and down, over and over again. The roughness of her tongue and her warm breath hitting my wet skin made me gasp and start moving my hips with the rhythm of her tongue. She moved her lips away, using just the firm tip of her tongue to flick back and forth against the most sensitive spot at a feverish pace.
I could already feel the tingles of my orgasm lurking just beyond my reach. I could hear the sounds of her lips and tongue on me and I didn't even give a shit right now how much those sounds echoed around the quiet room. Lisa was going to make me have an orgasm with her mouth and just thinking that in my head made every inch of me throb and my hips thrust faster against her. Her tongue slid down my slit and pushed its way inside me. My legs started to shake with the need for release and I could hear myself panting with need. She pushed her tongue in and out of me slowly, over and over, before sucking her way back up. she kissed my clit like she kissed my mouth all those times before – soft lips, swirling tongue, sucking skin. One of her hands moved away from my thigh and I felt the tip of her finger swirling against my opening. Around and around her finger teased while her mouth continued to devour me.
In the haze of pleasure I heard myself chanting "yes, yes" over and over, encouraging her to push her finger inside. Her lips and her tongue never stopped their ministrations against me while she complied with my wishes. Her long finger slowly glided into me until she was so deep I could feel her knuckles pressed against my skin. With boldness I never knew I possessed, I grabbed onto the back of her head and held her against me, my hips thrusting erratically while her finger began moving in and out of me. She moved her head from side to side so that her mouth glided back and forth over me while she continued pushing and pulling her finger out of me. Before I knew it, my orgasm was rushing through me. I clutched her hair with my fists and held her in place while I bucked my hips and shouted in pleasure.
"Oh God! Ohhhhhh YES!"
Lisa continued to lick every drop while I panted and whimpered through my release and slowly came down from the high. If I didn't pull her away, she would probably never stop. But I needed her now. I let go of my death grip on her hair, yanked on her arms and tugged her up my body. she crawled up the length of me, hovered over top of my body and smiled.
"You taste so fucking good. I could do that all night."
Once again, Lisa's dirty talk surprisingly turned me on. I'm pretty sure I let out a growl as I slid my hand down between our bodies and wrapped it around her hardness that rested against my inner thigh. I channeled my dirty slut and pumped my hand up and down her smooth, hard length. I rubbed my thumb back and forth over the wetness that leaked out of the tip, spreading it all around.
"Fuck, shit I need to be inside you," Lisa mumbled incoherently. She quickly slid her hands all around the top of the bed next to us and blindly reached for one of the condoms. When her hand finally made purchase, she stood up on her knees between my legs and I watched her take the condom out of the wrapper, place it on the tip of her penis and slide it down. I never really thought something like that would be hot, but son of a bitch! Watching her touch herself, even if it was just to put on a condom was fuck-awesome. As soon as she was sheathed, I reached back down between us and wrapped my hand around her length, needing to touch her. She leaned down over top of my body, wrapping her arm around my waist so she could pull me against her and slide us up to the middle of the bed. I slung my free arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer so I could position her right at my opening. I bent my knees so that her body was cradled in between my legs. She pushed her hips forward just enough that the swollen head slipped inside.
So different from our first time and yet, the same. Her body still fit against mine like it was made to be there. Her skin against mine still made my entire body tingle with anticipation. I moved my hand off of her and wrapped it around her back, clutching on to her tightly.
She looked into my eyes and I blurted out, "I love you."
She let out a shuddering breath, "So much," she whispered in reply. "I will never, ever regret our first time, but I would give anything if it would have gone a little more like this."
I pulled her even closer to me until she bent her elbows and rested her forearms on either side of my head, angling her wrists so her hands could smooth the hair off of my forehead.
"The only thing that matters to me now is that I'm here with you," I replied softly.
She looked into my eyes while she placed a soft kiss on my lips and slowly pushed herself the rest of the way inside me.
Jeeeeeeesus.
All the air left my lungs and I thanked the wet vagina Gods that there was enough lubrication down there and she didn't have to force her way in. She didn't move and I could tell she was holding her breath. I should be the one holding my breath. She pretty much just stuck a giant red whiffle ball bat into a straw. I felt full and I was completely shocked how I could stretch to fit her. And even more shocked about how good it felt to have her inside me this time. She started breathing again as she slowly pulled back out and just as gently pushed back in.
"Fuck, you feel so good," she groaned as she continued to leisurely move in and out of me. I could tell she was trying to hold back in fear of hurting me. I knew it killed her to think about how she hurt me our first time together, but I was a virgin then, the pain was inevitable. I didn't need her to control herself so rigidly. Not now. I wanted to feel her passion and the force of her need for me. I boldly slid my hands down her back, clutching onto her ass and pushed her deeper inside me.
"More," I moaned against her lips.
She immediately pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in hard, slapping her pelvis against me. Holding herself perfectly still, she let out a shuddering breath and rested her forehead against mine.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. I just want you so badly," she whispered.
"I'm not going to break, Lisa. Please, don't hold back. I need you."
She pulled her head away from mine so she could look into my eyes and I tried to convey to her as best I could that I was okay. She must have seen the truth. Her arm moved from next to my head as she let her hand skim down the side of my body until it got to my thigh. She wrapped her hand around my leg and lifted it up high so my knee rested against the side of her body. She placed another sweet kiss to my lips, pulled her hips back and slid her length out of me. I tightened my leg against her side in anticipation, and then she pushed back all the way inside of me in one swift motion. She went much deeper this time and I pushed my hips forward to meet her thrust. She moaned against my lips and I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing her with everything I had in me. My hands still clutched her ass and I pushed harder against her so she would continue. She didn't hesitate, beginning a rhythm with her movements in and out of me. She kept up a steady pace, slamming into me as deep as she could go until we were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, gasping and moaning around kisses.
"Fuck, baby, I'm not going to be able to last if I keep this up," she groaned as she tried to slow down her movements.
"Don't stop. I want to feel you," I whispered against her lips.
I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth but they were true. I wanted to feel her lose control and get pleasure from my body. I needed to know I could do that to her.
She growled and attacked my mouth with a deep, mind blowing kiss as her hips slammed into me at an even faster pace. The bed creaked with each thrust. I dug my nails into her back and wrapped both of my legs around her waist to hold on for the ride. Her tongue pushed through my mouth just like her hard length pushed into me and it was so hot I might have had another orgasm if I didn't just think I heard a tiny knock at the bedroom door.
Lisa was oblivious so I closed my eyes and hoped our son wasn't outside the door listening and being scarred for life.
Lisa pulled her mouth away from my lips and started thrusting erratically. I knew she was close. I really didn't want to stop but I definitely didn't imagine the knock at the door this time.
Shit! Shit! Shit! For the love of God, Gabi, please don't say anything. I want this to be good for Lisa and not ruined by a tiny voice saying he had to pee.
I am a horrible mother.
"Oh fuck Jennie, oh fuck," Lisa groaned.
Oh God, should I shush her? Subtly put my hand over her mouth?
She thrust hard one last time and I felt her pulse inside me with her release.
Oh thank God. I mean, oh darn, is it over already?
"Mommy, I'm thirsty."
Lisa laughed in the middle of her release, sliding in and out of me a few more times before she collapsed on top of me. We laid there for a few seconds trying to catch our breaths.
She Is never going to want to have sex with me again. Forget about scarring our kid, I just scarred her penis. I just had the best sex ever and I will never get a repeat performance because Lisa's penis just died.
Rest in peace, my friend, rest in peace. Here lies Lisa's penis. Beloved member, hard worker and all around good guy.
"Mommy!" Gabi yelled from out in the hall.
"Just a minute!" I yelled back right next to Lisa's ear.
Lisa pushed up and looked at me with a smile.
Here it comes, the penis kiss-off.
"Give me thirty minutes and we're doing this again. Next time though, we're duct taping him to his bed."
