6. Chapter 6
Led
I never knew adulting could be this fun.
For me, women have always been about either money, sex or power, but never unbridled fun.
Never playing like nobody’s watching, like nobody’s judging, like the whole world stops just for us.
Hate to admit it, but I’ve never had so much fun with a girl before.
And that includes blow jobs. Don’t know if that means that I just never really had a decent one or if Jinny is just really that fun.
Her face, the smile, those eyes, I could get caught up in them.
But as she sits on my bed, cross-legged, I don’t stop it before it happens.
My eyes go down her top.
She catches it just as she asks me a question that is meant to be rhetorical. I try to slough it off, but she searches my eyes and then looks down at her chest. “You like what you see?”
I’ve never been any good at lying. “I do. You’ve always been a beautiful girl, Jinny.”
“But my chest...that’s where your eyes went.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Your...shirt...is open. It’s kinda hard not to look.”
Her voice turns sultry. “Do you want to look more?”
I don’t want to break the spell. We were having so much fun. And I don’t want any added complications. “I do...but not now.”
“Are you telling me that you’d rather play red light green light than look down my top?”
“The way you say it makes me sound gay.”
She smirks and snuffles a laugh.
“I know you’re not gay. If you were, we wouldn’t be here. Besides, I’ve known you much too long.”
“No, you’ve known of me much too long, Jinny. You don’t know much about me anymore.”
“I’m learning though.”
“Yes, I suppose, you are.”
She lets me off the hook, doing up her top. “Okay, let’s go play something else, because you’ve got something else going through that head of yours, and until you’re ready to share, this is going to be very awkward.”
I feel badly. While it’s none of her business, and I’m not sure if I can trust her that much yet, I know that she senses my trepidation.
It’s a mistake to get involved with anyone in the state that my head is in right now.
I should never have taken Reya back to my place, and now, I can feel it in my bones that I’m going to pay for that dearly.
It might not be now, but it’ll be at some point in time in the near future.
But, Jinny, she’s different. She’s about playing games but they’re fun.
“Red light green light or blow job?” She repeats.
I decide that it’s time to break up the monotony and test her. My eyes are playful, and I can’t hide the smirk. “Blow job.”
She’s impressed. “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.” I watch her rise off the bed. “We can make this funner if we take our shirts off, since you seem to like looking at my chest.”
She starts to take off her blouse.
...and I don’t stop her.
I’m mesmerized by her exuberance. This is play.
It’s not sex. So, I play along and take off my shirt, too.
Her bra is understated, without lace, just simple cotton, no underwire.
And I like it. Just because it does what it’s supposed to do and it isn’t fancy.
It’s just like her. Jinny claps her hands together.
“Okay, let’s take turns being the caller. I’ll start.”
I follow her to the hallway and walk to the other side.
Her gaze is on my eyes, but I noticed that she took a gander at the goods as I walked by her.
It doesn’t inflate my ego at all, but it does help me feel less badly about checking out her chest earlier.
..before she took her shirt off. Strangely enough, this doesn’t hit me below the belt.
It’s probably because I do have a slight competitive streak in me, and I don’t want to be distracted by a pair of breasts, no matter how hot they are. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Green light!” She shouts and starts running towards me.
I run to her as well, and in the twenty-five or so feet distance between us, it closes fast. She doesn’t shout for me to stop.
But we keep running towards each other, and then she jumps into my arms, straddling me, pressing her body against mine.
Her lips are immediately on mine, kissing me, sucking my lips, forcing her tongue into my mouth.
We’re both already slightly winded, and her hot breath at my cheek makes my dick wake up.
My hands are on her ass, both to prop her up at my waist, and to touch her. I didn’t know how badly I wanted to kiss her until she started kissing me. Arms all over her back, I carry her into the bedroom, and she pulls back from kissing me for a moment. “It was a trick.”
“I get that now.”
She sucks my bottom lip again before speaking. “I figured if we were already half naked you couldn’t turn me down.”
Her breasts are touching my naked chest. My dick is poking up inside my pants. “I could still turn you down.”
Her eyes are dark. “Then I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse.” Her legs disentangle from my waist as she lets her feet touch the floor. Hands on my pants, she undoes the top button and slides my fly down.
“Fuck.” I whisper, feeling a slight deja vous from recently, when Reya did this. I’m starting to feel guilty, having now gotten two blow jobs in the span of as many weeks.
When her mouth hits the head, I rear my head back and draw in a deep breath.
“Jesus...fucking...Christ....” I trail off as the head hits the back of her throat effortlessly.
It’s too hot to watch her head bobbing up and down, and inside my head are images of Jinny’s chest, bouncing as she ran towards me.
“Fuck...Jinny.” I breathe, as her hand encircles the base, and she pumps in unison with her sucking. “You do not play fair.”
I’ve played moments with her back in my head a million times in the past. And in all those moments, it was never this good.
Jinny has been the object of my fantasies for many years.
From high school and beyond. I never dreamed that any of them would ever come true.
And I never dreamed that I’d be standing here while she’s on her knees in front of me.
Not in a million years. It’s almost surreal.
It’s almost too good to be true. And it isn’t until the come starts to creep up the shaft that I realize this isn’t what I envisioned happening. And something comes over me. “Stop.”
This seems to spur her on, as she sucks harder, pumps faster, and it feels so fucking good, I relent.
“Fuck...don’t stop.” I growl, as my seed shoots out of my shaft, wetting her mouth, igniting something in me that I haven’t ever felt.
It’s disarming. Suddenly, I have to taste her.
I have to feel her. I’ve never had the urgent need to touch someone as I do now.
Hands on her sides, I pull her up, and then slide her down on the bed, grasping the closure on her pants.
She says nothing. She just watches. Like this is exactly what her plan was to begin with.
It’s like I’ve practiced undressing her all my life, as her clothes seamlessly come off with little effort on my part.
Her tits are perfect. As they point north, pert and stiff, my cock wakes up again, as if renewed.
My lips find her nipples, while my fingers trail down her body, painfully slowly, as she writhes under me.
Her wetness is just like I imagined, as my thumb plays with her needy clit, and my fingers explore her inside.
As her breathing gets choppier, my mouth trails down her body, feeling her skin practically heat up to my touch.
She’s magnetic. She’s a goddess. She’s mine.
Even just for now. Her skin tastes so good I have to resist the urge to nip it.
It’s perfectly soft and inviting as my tongue and lips discover her all the way to her wetness.
Pulling her pelvis towards my face, I reciprocate the delicious head she gave me moments ago.
As my tongue swirls around her clit, my finger dives deeper inside her, touching the areas that hunger for attention, while my other hand remains at her breasts.
Beading nipples, erect with need, arched back, mouth open, Jinny looks like she’s starring in an erotic movie.
It’s too delicious not to watch her as her legs stiffen and her pelvis moves with my rhythm.
When I suck her clit, I hit pay dirt. She cries out and I feel her insides quivering, signaling a very explosive orgasm, which shatters her.
Her body locks up and vibrates all at the same time, creating an impossible pleasure, which forces her to surrender as she screams out loud.
As her screams turn into growls, she shouts. “Fuck me! Shove your cock into me now, Led!”
With each word, my dick grows, and I don’t disappoint.
This woman liberates me. She brings out things in me that I didn’t know I had.
Thrusting into her, I awaken all the dreams inside me, of her, of me, and of a different time, when I could never truly imagine being like this with her.
All at the same time, it confirms one strong belief that I always had and was terrified of: that the chemistry between us would be volcanic.
But it’s more than that, and all the same, nothing more is needed.
Except for the validation that she shares the same nostalgia.
Which is a risk. Terrified to look into her eyes, to see something I don’t want to see, or that she’ll see something that she doesn’t want to see, I keep mine closed, feeling her from the inside out.
It’s hot, but at the same time, it’s dark.
But at least it holds promise. Which is more than anything else I’ve ever experienced.
It’s just sex.
Sex with someone I’ve always dreamed of being with.
But will she want more?
And will I?
And will I be able to give her more...without giving her all of me.
Without letting her see my secrets.
Secrets that would bury me if she found out.