Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter 1

I met Charlene at a house party a friend of mine was throwing during my last year of college. Charlene had graduated 4 years prior with a degree in archaeology and was waitressing, partying in most of her freetime. I was doing my degree in Geography, unsure what the future was going to hold and trying to enjoy my remaining time at school while I could before I had to make a decision between grad school and trying to find a job.

That night we met she was wearing a black cocktail dress that was criminally short and had very revealing cleavage. She had wavy brown hair and sharp blue eyes that I could feel staring me down from across the room. I found her to be on of the most stunning women I had ever seen, but of course I was far too nervous to approach her. That is not to say I was or am bad looking: I have a slim build, dark hair as well, and exactly average height; however, I’m not the most masculine guy in the world and often feel self-conscious about some of my more feminine traits. As it would turn out, my soft features and meek appearance were part of what initially drew Charlene to me.

Our mutual friend, George, knew her through the archaeology society, although I had only met her once before at another party. George and I were in a corner, talking about the semester we had both had, griping and complaining about professors and assignments. As I was going on about how one professor in particular, Charlene walked over to both of us, cutting me off mid-sentence.

She asked George, “So what’s the current state of the department. Is Dr. Fedorov still fucking anything with a pulse?”

“Yeah, he hasn’t slowed down much at all,” George said, a little taken aback.

“You know he fucked my friend Christine when I had him three years ago.” I’d later find out that Charlene had blown him underneath his desk for an extra 10 points at the end of the semester, although she refrained from telling me that that night.

“And how was that?” I asked.

“She said he was only okay, but she has high standards.”

“Wait, wasn’t Christine dating Kirk at then?” George asked.

“Like I said, she isn’t easily satisfied.” Charlene looked at me deeply, then gave my arm a subtle stroke. “I’m sure you know how it is.”

George laughed and I turned red. “Yeah, he’s a hard one to satisfy alright.”

“Come on, now. I’m sure you get loads of ladies. A big stud like kızılay escort you.” The sarcasm was thick. I blushed, and mumbled something before taking a big swig of beer.

The party carried on. It was getting late and about half the guests had cleared out by the time I had mustered up the courage to actually go talk to Charlene by myself. I had been watching her all night, trying to sneak a glance at her whenever I thought I wouldn’t be noticed. The friend she was talking to just left to use the washroom, so I took her absence as my opportunity to approach.

Because it was the end of the night Charlene was looking a little dishevelled, yet her messy hair and wrinkled dress made me even more attracted to her. I think I was a teenager the last time my heart throbbed for a girl this way.

As I walked up to her she gave me a small smile. “Having fun?”

“Of course, it’s been a great night. How about you?”

“Oh, you know. I love most parties.” She paused. “I’ve seen you look my way a few times tonight… actually quite a few times.” She raised her eyebrow and smiled a little wider.

“Well… it’s a small space in here.” I was a bit flustered and an uncharacteristic feeling came over me. “But you’re also hard not to look at.”

“And what does that mean? You think I’m beautiful?”

“You’re very beautiful, you look wonderful tonight.”

Her face suddenly looked mischievous. “So does that mean you think I’m sexy?”

“Well, yeah, I guess I do.”

“You only guess?”

She was good at making me blush. “Yes, you could say that. I think you’re sexy.”

“So, that must mean you want to fuck me. Am I right?” I was taken aback, unsure how to respond. “Or do you not want to fuck me? Are you lying to me about how beautiful I am?”

“No, I do. I mean I do. Of course I do.”

“Then why don’t you say it. Tell me that you want to fuck me.”

Again, I hesitated, not knowing what the right answer was.

“I…. I want to fuck you.”

“You what? Are you ashamed that you’re attracted to me? You know that’s really hurtful. Do you think I’m some kind of pig or something, an easy lay? Say it like you mean it.”

With more confidence this time, I repeated, “I think you’re sexy and I want to fuck you.”

Unfortunately just as I was making this declaration, her friend was coming back from the bathroom, and I heard from behind me: kızıltepe escort “What did you just say to her?”

“Uhh, nothing. We were just talking.” I turn around to see an angry little blonde standing there, her face screwed up in drunken anger.

“Did you just say you wanted to fuck her? What gives you the right, you pig.” Then without even seeing it coming I was slapped in the face, the clap causing everyone in the room to look my way. My face was red for another reason now. Knowing there was nothing I could say to rectify the situation, I apologized and went to find the washroom to recuperate.

After rinsing my face off with cold water and satisfied with the how the handprint was disappearing, I stepped outside the bathroom to find Charlene waiting for me in the hall, smiling with her arms crossed.

“Sorry that got a little out of hand, although you have to admit it was very funny.” She winked at me. “Why don’t I try to make it up to you.” She stroked my arm again, this time more sensually.

“No, it’s fine… it really isn’t such a big deal.”

“I’m sure George won’t mind if we step into his room to talk… just to have a bit more privacy.”

It was out of the realm of possibility that she was implying we do anything sexual together. She must just be looking for an actual conversation, to clear the air in private. So I followed her, in dismay and confusion, into George’s bedroom, where she closed the door and kissed me. I could taste the alcohol on her breath as her tongue confidently pushed into my mouth. I moved my hand up her silky dress and into her stringy hair that hadn’t been washed for a day or so. She broke the kiss and stroked my face. “Do you want to make it up to me for being so rude?”

“Uhh, y- yeah.” I stuttered.

She pulled her panties off, then hiked up her dress, before sitting down on the bed. It was still dark in the room, so I couldn’t get a good look at what was underneath. “Go down on me.” She continued to watch me, like it was a test.

Without a word I got down on my knees and buried my face between her legs. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed me into her further. She tasted almost floral. I had only gone down on one other girl before, and although I enjoyed it, we never had a second date. Clearly I needed some guidance because she began to instruct me: “Suck on the clit, lick it up and down, kocaeli escort now in circles.” I did as I was told, then moved a hand up to put a finger in her, when she gave me s gentle slap on the back of my head. “Just your tongue for now. Go lower, probe into me.” She saw my hand moving to my cock. “And don’t touch yourself, I want your full attention. Don’t you think I deserve it?”

It was heaven being in between her legs like that, even though my cock was painfully erect and confined in my jeans. Her pussy was getting so wet that my face was completely covered in her cum. After her 3rd orgasm she pushed my head back and put her bare feet up on the bed, leaning back to give me more access. Foolishly, I thought she was going to let me fuck her.

“I need a little break. Eat my ass for a while?”

Like before, I didn’t bother arguing, and instead pushed my tongue into her ass hole, swirling it around and gently trying to keep her amused. In the corner of my eye I saw a blue light, and noticed she was going on her phone. I pulled my tongue out of her ass.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I said I needed a break so I’m just checking my phone. Don’t worry, you’re doing a good job — and I never said to stop what you’re doing.”

I continued to follow her instructions for about 20 minutes, moving between her ass and her pussy. She even let me finger her at one point, while I had my tongue thoroughly up her ass. I knew I was doing a good job when she’d put her phone down, which seemed to indicate she was going to cum.

As I would learn later, Charlene is a greedy lover, who’s rarely satisfied. By the time she had finished with me she had had 6 orgasms, and her pussy was absolutely sopping wet. The entire time my cock had been straining through my jeans, leaking pre-cum. I had been able to rub it a few times without her noticing, but that just seemed to make my frustration worse. It was torture knowing I couldn’t take it out and properly stroke it, but I was afraid if I did that she would leave.

I would have been happy to spend the rest of my life between her legs, but after her last orgasm she sat up and gave my forehead a little kiss, putting an end to it. We both stood up and I wiped off my face, smelling strongly of her pussy. She reached down and felt my hard cock straining against my pants. It was average at best, although had some girth to it.

“Not bad,” she smiled. “We should do this again. My shift at the restaurant ends at 1am tomorrow. Will you meet me at my place at 1:30?”

1:30 sounded a little late, but at this point I would have gone to hell and back just to have another taste of her. “Alright, what’s the address?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32