Chapter 4
Chapter Four
This is insanely good.
This is the type of good people don’t believe when you talk about it. Like, you think someone is way over the top talking about their favorite movie or a barbecue place. You discount them before they even give you an opinion because you know they’re always over the top about things.
All I can say is that in this particular case, there’s no BS at all. This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I kind of hiss and moan, “Brian! Yes, Brian!” as his tongue moves slickly and rapidly along my slit, moving the entire length of my pussy as I try to get my mind a little more in control.
Yeah, that doesn’t happen. I don’t know if my mind is ever going to be in control again! It’s almost like I’m discovering ways my pussy is receptive to stimulation that I never understood before. Look, I did a lot of masturbation. I guess being a twenty-two-year-old virgin does that to a girl. I don’t think I masturbate as much now as then but that probably has a lot to do with having so much responsibility and so little downtime.
Why am I talking about masturbation?
Oh yeah. I actually have a pretty damned good reason. I have given myself enough orgasms that I would have thought I understood my body a lot more than I do. It seems strange to me that I’m discovering now just how much I can experience. As his tongue darts between my inner and outer labia or wriggles about between my folds; I find myself overwhelmed in ways I’ve only before been overwhelmed while cumming.
His tongue seems to touch every part of me. Well, except for my clit. It seems like he’s intentionally avoiding there, probably to make me more desperate for it. If that’s his goal, he’s definitely succeeding at it. But it really feels like every part of my pussy is stimulated other than my clit. That really goes to show how transformative this is for me, too, because he’s not even touching my clit but he’s driving me absolutely crazy, nonetheless.
This is just… wow.
Maybe it’s just the inexperience. I mean, I’m pretty damned new at all this. Right now, I’m in the middle of my second sexual activity. Only my second. So maybe I’m just freaking out about how good this feels because it’s such a new experience for me. Maybe if I knew more, this would be something run-of-the-mill where sex is concerned. I can’t imagine this ever being something I can dismiss but you get what I’m trying to say, right?
This is so good!
I’m moaning like a porn star. I mean, before I slept with Brian, I remember reading advice columns and stuff about sex. One of the columns says moaning a lot makes things good for a man. Well, I’m not doing this for effect at all. I’m not doing it to make it better for Dr. Denmark, to encourage him to keep going or to make him feel anything at all. I’m moaning like a nympho because I have no choice in the matter. All of the moans come to me spontaneously and I can’t do anything about it at all.
Not that I’m complaining.
Believe me, if this made me recite the alphabet or something but still felt this good, I wouldn’t be complaining about the ABCs.
It does feel a little strange to have so little control of myself, though. I can’t pretend that doesn’t affect me at all.
And then my orgasm hits.
It’s probably too over-the-top to suggest it just hits me out of nowhere but I can’t think of any other way to put it. It hits, and it hits hard. It hits me and I’m shocked by it. I try to scream his name but all that comes out is a garbled noise that I don’t even recognize.
It seems to let Dr. Denmark know that I’m cumming, though, A moment later, I’m staring at his eyes. I think it just points out my inexperience that as I stare at his eyes, I’m shocked to feel his cock slip into me. I mean, why else would he move up like that, right?
This time, I screamed his name effectively. I scream, “Brian! Yes! Yes!” I throw my arms around him and move my body crazily beneath him. I’m not any more experienced now, of course, but I sure as heck have a richer fantasy life. I watch a lot more porn, too, always trying to find videos that mimic the first time we had together.
I guess I won’t need to watch videos to relive it. I can do it now.
And for the love of all that’s good on this Earth, this is just amazing. It feels even better than I remember but I’m willing to bet that has a lot more to do with emotions than with anything physical. My orgasm lasts for long after his, and I just hold him in place.
And in the evening, we make love again.
And when I wake up, I put my mouth on him and put to use some of the blowjob fantasies.
And we have sex that afternoon, too.
The next morning is Allyson’s doctor’s appointment. Just a regular appointment, a well-baby exam. She’s doing wonderfully, and I feel great about that. Brian goes to the appointment with me for moral support, and I think that’s just stunning. It’s probably my imagination but he seems a lot more romantic and sweeter with me when we get home. I mean, he’s always sweet and romantic but he’s particularly sweet.
And we make love.
And he’s sweet the next day and the next, and there’s lots of sex.
And we watch movies together.
And more, and I realize that I’m living a complete fantasy right now because any day now, the university is going to have his apartment ready. When that happens, he won’t need my house. I’m trying to believe he’ll still want me but why would he, really? I’m a girl with almost no life experience. He’s an accomplished academic with an actual life.
I still do all that I can to enjoy the fantasy. I hold him, kiss him, please him, make love to him, and do everything I can to pretend it isn’t all going to disappear.