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Passionate Farewell
by Chicklet
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Carefully I avoided the
step that always creaked, tip toeing down the
stairs until I had reached the bottom floor. Pausing, I cocked my
head to
listen for any sounds coming from the upstairs. The soft snoring
still came
from my parent’s room, indicating that they were still sleeping.
With a
sigh of relief I slipped on my shoes and opened the door, shutting
it softly
behind me.
This was the first time I had ever snuck out, but this was
the first time I
had ever had a reason to break curfew. Who cared, anyway? In a
couple of
months I would leave for college and my parent’s rules would be
broken
almost every day. This was Logan’s last Saturday in town before
he left for
Washington State University, and I probably wouldn’t see him again
until we
both came home for winter break.
Logan’s truck was parked at the end of the block, the
silhouette of his
body visible from my house. He sat with one hand on the wheel,
the other
casually hanging out the open window, looking straight at me.
Eagerly I
waved to him, breaking into a quick trot to get to the truck
quicker.
Leaning over, Logan pushed open the passenger door right
before I arrived,
and I climbed in next to him. His truck had one big seat in
front, so I
scooted close to him, the side of my body pressed against the side
of his,
and leaned my head on his shoulder.
Logan bent over towards me, kissing my head, and I heard
him inhale the
scent of my hair before he kissed me again.
“Hi baby,” he said, moving his lips down towards my face.
I turned my head, allowing him access to my lips. Gently,
he kissed me
there, his soft tongue rubbing against my mouth as I reached my
arms around
him, hugging his warm body close t mine.
“Hi,” I whispered, as we pulled apart.
Sitting up straight again, Logan turned the key in the
ignition, the truck
coming to life. The vehicle practically shook under me as Logan
slipped it
into drive, pulling away from the block and from my parent’s
house.
We didn’t turn the radio on, but sat in silence, our
bodies close together
as Logan drove. The lake was twenty miles away or so, and neither
of us
spoke for the entire time. I was just enjoying the ride, sitting
next to my
boyfriend, my head on his hard shoulder. Closing my eyes, I
sighed deeply,
unhappy at the thought that we would soon be separated.
Logan pulled his truck over to the side of the road,
turning the engine
off. He just sat there, still not saying a thing, and I did the
same. When
we got out we would be on our way to the end of our relationship,
and
although it was inevitable, I didn’t want it to happen. From
Logan’s
silence, I assumed that he felt the same way. Reaching my arms
out again, I
wrapped myself around his chest, scooting down so that my head was
in his
lap. Nuzzling his thigh, I sighed deeply again.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving for school,” I said. The
silence had been
perfect, but it was time to get the night moving.
“I know,” he said, his deep voice soft. I thought I heard
a bit of pain as
he spoke, hopelessness.
The sound of the door opening broke me out of my dreamy
state and I sat up
again, scooting out the driver’s side door after my boyfriend.
Logan walked
around to the side of the truck and pulled out a bag, hoisting it
over his
shoulder. He waited for me to stand beside him, and then started
into the
thick trees on the side of the road.
We had come here many times, but always with friends and
always during the
day. The thin trail was hard to see in the dark, but somehow we
made it
down to the water, to the small beach that we had discovered
freshman year.
The rocks were smaller here, more sand-like than the shore around
the rest
of the lake. Kneeling down, Logan brought the backpack around to
the front
of his body and unzipped the zipper loudly, pulling out a blanket
that he
had taken from home.
I turned away from him as he set the blanket up, staring
out over the calm
water. It was very different without any recreational boats
zooming around,
calm, and serene. The moonlight reflected off of the dark water,
lighting
up the entire shoreline. Staring up at the millions of stars I
sighed.
There would be the same stars when I went away to school, but it
would be so
different. The city lights would make it more difficult to see
the sky at
night, I had heard, and I couldn’t imagine what the sky would look
like
without the beautiful lights.
I heard the rocks moving under Logan’s feet as he sat down
on the blanket.
He lay down, his arms folded under his head, staring at the stars
just as I
had been doing seconds before. He said nothing, just lay there,
his chest
moving up and down with each deep breath he took.
Slowly I made my way towards him, slipping my shoes off
and laying down on
the blanket next to him, scooting my body towards his for a little
more
warmth. The days were hot here, but the nights were cool,
especially by the
water. I hadn’t grabbed a jacket, just come out in my t-shirt and
shorts,
so I was feeling a bit chilly.
Rolling my body onto my side, I rested my head on Logan’s
shoulder again,
warming his skin with my breath. He didn’t move, just remained
still,
staring at the stars.
Taking a deep breath, Logan said “Liz.”
“Yeah?” I said, nuzzling closer to his neck.
“Do you love me?” he asked, still not shifting his gaze at
all.
Pushing myself up onto my arms, I looked down at his
face. His sight
shifted, his eyes moving from the sky to look me straight in my
green eyes.
“I don’t know,” I said, honestly. “Even if I did, we
would still have to
leave each other tomorrow. You’re going to school in Washington;
I’m going
to school in Michigan…it wouldn’t work out. It doesn’t matter if
I love
you.”
“It matters,” he whispered, shifting his eyes again so
that he looked
through me rather than at me.
Sighing heavily, I leaned towards him, kissing his lips
softly. He didn’t
kiss me back, and I understood. I did love him, I really did,
more than
anything. Our relationship was doomed, though. Long-distance
love never
worked out; I couldn’t stand to be away from him for four years if
we were
going to remain a couple.
“Baby,” I said, kissing him again. He still did not give,
his lips soft
but unyielding. Playfully I licked them with the tip of my
tongue, tasting
his sweet flavor. “Baby,” I said again. “Please don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry, Liz,” Logan sighed, looking at me again.
Unfolding his arms,
he grabbed me and pulled me to his chest tightly, nearly crushing
me with
the force of his embrace. “I just…I love you.”
My heart sank and lifted at the same time. I was thrilled
to hear those
words, which seemed so important, but also dismayed because it
would make
our parting all the more difficult tomorrow afternoon when his
plane took
off. Tears began to form in my eyes and I struggled to hide them,
burying
my face in the crook of his neck, gently kissing his skin as he
held me
tight.
“Logan,” I murmured, nuzzling closer to his skin. I moved
my hands to his
head, brushing his soft black hair away from my face. Softly I
stroked his
hair, petting him almost. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry that I love you?” Logan said, his voice
soft. There wasn’t
anger there, which would have been understandable. But there was
hurt which
was even worse than anger.
“In a way,” I replied, truthfully. We sat in silence for
a while, me in
his arms, him lying down on the blanket staring at the stars.
“I would wait for you,” he said, his voice hardly
audible. If I hadn’t
been listening very closely I might have missed those few words.
My heart fluttered again and the tears escaped my eyes, my
face still so
close to his skin that the tears instantly wetted him. I wanted
so badly to
be able to cherish these words, to answer him in kind, but my
sensibility
struggled to keep hold on me.
“Logan,” I said again, softly. I pushed myself back up
again, looking down
at him with the tears glistening in my eyes. Logan’s eyes
sparkled in the
moonlight, telling me that he was on the verge of tears as well.
“I don’t
want tonight to be sad,” I insisted, forcing the sorrow out of my
voice.
“Let’s not think of it as a last night together. Let’s just think
of it as
a night together. I snuck out! You’ve been telling me to be
rebellious for
years, now I was! Come on, let’s enjoy it or I might not have the
courage
to ever again.”
Logan struggled to smile, his lips curling upwards and his
eyes blinking as
he tried to banish the tears.
“You’re always so sensible, Liz,” he said, softly. “What
will I do without
you?”
“Who knows,” I said teasingly. “Probably be really
stupid.”
He actually laughed, but it was not quite a cheerful
laugh. More like a
miserable one, scared.
“You know what I want to do?” I asked mischievously. “I
want to go
swimming with you.”
Logan’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he said.
“Me either,” I smiled. Slowly, understanding light his
eyes. He smiled
then, for real, and eased his hold on my body.
“Okay,” he said. “Let’s do it!”
I had never been in the water after dark, but it looked so
smooth and cool
that I truly wanted to. I wasn’t even worried about the fact that
Logan was
going to see me naked for the first time.
Slowly I peeled off my clothing, folding it carefully and
putting it down
on the blanket so that it wouldn’t get too dirty while I was in
the water.
My heart beat quickly with anticipation and fear, excitement about
what
Logan and I were going to do. It had been a spur of the moment
suggestion,
but it sounded like a lot of fun as soon as it had escaped my
lips.
Turning around, I saw Logan, his body again silhouetted in
the moonlight.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in his body, or didn’t
want to fool
around with him. We hadn’t done anything of a sexual nature
before simply
because we hadn’t had much time alone together. During our
three-year
relationship, dates had usually been double, or time spent in one
of our
rooms with our parents nearby. My parents knew that I was still a
virgin,
which was probably why they felt so comfortable allowing me to
spend so much
time with my boyfriend. Logan and I had talked about being
intimate, but
had decided against it since we would leave for school soon and
have to
start our love lives over.
Since we had been swimming together before I was used to
the sight of his
broad chest, the muscles toning it very nicely. His arms were
large, his
chest large, and his shoulders think. He didn’t work out, but he
did help
on his dad’s farm, which had a lot to do with the shape of his
body.
This time, however, he didn’t have anything covering his
lower half, and
while I had imagined him naked before, the actual sight was
breathtaking.
His thighs were thick, his legs well shaped and covered in tiny
hairs. His
waist was slim and hips as well, and for the first time I looked
upon his
manhood, and the sight startled me.
Logan stood still for a moment, his eyes wandering over my
own body, and I
was suddenly very aware of my nudity. Blushing, I reached up to
cover
myself, but my hands stopped midway. Letting my arms fall at my
sides
again, I let him look as I looked at him.
“You’re gorgeous, Liz,” he whispered, his voice throaty
and deep. As he
looked at me, I saw his member swelling slightly, growing larger
and moving
upwards. Swallowing deeply, I felt the need to cover myself
again, but
again I left my body uncovered.
“Want to go in the water?” I asked, my voice shaky. Logan nodded
and he
turned away, taking a few timid steps towards the water. I did
the same,
walking towards the lake on the soft rocks hesitantly, and my feet
finding
places to stand that weren’t as pokey as others. When my toes hit
the water
I shuddered, the chilly water shocking my body.
Logan took a running start and dove into the water at an
angle, completely
soaking his whole body. When his head emerged from the surface he
let out a
yip.
“It’s freezing!” he shouted, treading the water around
him. “Get in here!”
Smiling, I took another step, the water pooling around my
ankles. My feet
felt as though they were disconnected from my body, and I shook
all over
with the cold. Teeth chattering, I looked out at Logan again. He
was still
treading water, staying relatively still, his eyes locked on mine.
“It gets better when you’re all the way in,” he promised.
I nodded, knowing that what he said was true. With a deep
breath I took
another step, and followed his example by diving completely under
the water.
The cold took over my body but it wasn’t as bad as I had
feared. Coming
through the surface I gasped for another breath, my eyes held
tightly shut
while I pushed my wet hair out of my eyes. Blinking against the
drops of
water on my lashes I searched for Logan and found him coming
towards me at a
leisurely pace, his arms and legs pushing the water out of the way
as he
half swam half floated towards me.
I strained to keep my feet at the bottom of the lake, not
wanting to go far
enough out to not be able to touch. My tiptoes gripped the stones
on the
floor of the water; my shoulders and arms level with the surface.
The small
waves caused by Logan’s movement and my own cause my breasts to
bob fluidly,
the tops of them peeking out of the water from time to time. The
skin
around my nipples had shriveled, causing the buds to stand
straight out,
erect. Reaching for Logan, I smiled, enjoying the smooth feel of
the water
on all the parts of my body.
Logan smiled back at me and embraced me, pulling my wet
chest close to his.
My skin tingled where his cool flesh rubbed up against mine, and
I
shuddered against his large body. Despite the chilly water I was
warm and
comfortable, and I found myself floating in his arms as he held me
easily
out of harms way. Sighing, I rested my cheek against the crook of
his neck,
the wetness from his skin rubbing on my lips. Timidly I kissed
him, tasting
the sweet flavor of the water mixed with his skin.
One of the arms around me tightened, the other one
slipping down my slick
body as I kissed Logan’s neck tenderly. The calloused hand felt
good
against my cold skin, his fingers sliding down my spine and
tracing the
curve of my buttocks. Breaking my lips away from him, I moved
back, looking
into his dark eyes.
“Liz,” he said, softly, his voice thick. I nodded, and he
bent his head
towards mine, hoisting me up with his arms so that I was face to
face with
him, our lips brushing against each other. Hungrily, his mouth
sought mine,
and we kissed, his tongue pushing roughly into my mouth as he
groaned
against me.
The hand on my bottom flexed around my flesh, and I moaned
back at Logan as
he continued the kiss. My legs spread open slightly, naturally,
as his hand
slid around me and down my thigh. I whimpered softly against his
lips as
the thick fingers gently traced my inner thighs, the rough skin
making my
soft skin tremble.
Against my leg, I could feel his penis swelling, pushing
against my skin.
Struggling, I tried to pull away, but he held me tight as his
fingers
continued to explore me. I cried out against him, bringing my
hands around
to my front and pushing at his chest, trying to get away from
him. The grip
on my body eased, and I floated a couple of feet away from him,
panting for
breath. My body seemed to burn where he had touched me, a fire
ignited in
my groin that I had never felt before. I lowered my body under
the surface
of the water, my breasts hidden from him, every part of me encased
in the
dark water except for my head. My nipples seemed to ache, but I
didn’t know
what for. Despite the cold of the water I was warm, and my lips
were
parted, swollen from where he had crushed me with his own.
“Baby,” Logan said, apologetically. He held out his arms,
as if in
surrender, and lowered his eyes to the water. “I’m sorry,” he
whispered.
If it hadn’t been for a soft breeze carrying his voice, I probably
wouldn’t
even have heard the apology or the hurt in his voice.
Guiltily, I took a couple of steps towards him, parting
the water in front
of me with my hands as I made my way towards his dejected body.
“It’s okay,” I said, putting my arms around his neck. “I
just wasn’t
expecting it.” I lifted my face towards his, and kissed his
unmoving lips.
Stubbornly, it seemed, he refused to meet my eyes.
I kissed him again, pushing my lips hard against his.
Parting them, I
tried to put my tongue in his mouth, to lick his lips like he
licked mine,
but he would have none of that. I didn’t give up, but started to
caress his
body with my soft hands, feeling his as he had felt me.
Slowly, I traced the curve of his back, feeling the bones
of his spine
under my fingers as I made my way down his body. My other hand
stayed at
his shoulder, applying slight pressure as I explored his curves,
my finger
finding it’s way down to his buttocks, and tracing the sharp curve
there.
Logan met my eyes briefly when I touched his bottom,
surprise showing
there, but I didn’t linger long there. Instead, I made my way
around to his
front, and, timidly, to his semi erect penis.
The soft skin was mostly limp due to water, but I imagined
he was aroused.
It was something my friends had joked about many times around me,
but
nothing I had ever experienced. I knew that his cock would swell
with blood
when he was aroused, and that this was a situation that should
arouse him,
but I also understood about the cold water making his skin want to
hide
inside itself. Wrapping my fingers around his cold staff, I
shivered, the
thought of what I was doing both exciting me and frightening me.
The skin
was clammy but even as I fondled it I wondered what it would be
like out of
water and as hot as the most private parts of my body felt.
Logan whimpered softly into my ear, giving me confidence.
Smiling
slightly, I tightened my grip around him, and tugged on him
softly, dragging
his hips fluidly towards mine. My legs spread again, slightly,
and I felt
the water around my pussy lips, the skin around me easily peeling
open.
Shivering, I pushed my pelvis against his. My heart was
beating a thousand
beats a minute, pumping hard in my chest as I breathed heavily
against
Logan’s warm lips. He pushed his lips towards mine softly,
kissing me
lightly as I moaned again. My arm around his back gripped him
frantically,
my fingers digging into his flesh almost like an animal digging
her claws
into her prey, and Logan had no choice other than taking me in his
own arms
as I clung to him eagerly.
My body seemed to meld into Logan’s as he held me, my arm
tight around his
back, my hand clutching firmly around his cock. He put his hands
on my
bottom, one palm cupping one cheek and the other cupping the
second one,
holding me up towards him easily. I lifted one of my legs and
wrapped it
around his waist, pushing my hot pussy against his groin as he
held me, my
mouth on his neck the entire time.
“Liz,” he whispered, clutching my flesh in his hands.
I rubbed his legs with my free foot, feeling the wiry
hairs tingle against
the sensitive sole. My body was doing strange things to me,
craving
something that I couldn’t put my finger on, even though I knew
what it
probably was. My mind, however, was telling me to stop, to push
away from
him, to get out of the water and go home before I went to far. He
was
leaving for college tomorrow, and I didn’t want to be left alone
and hurt
when he departed. Whimpering again, I nibbled on his cool skin,
and he
pulled me closer. The head of his cock rubbed against my cold
skin, the
heat from my pussy a strange combination with the cold flesh
surrounding it,
and I pulled on his soft cock again.
“Catch me,” I said, pulling my lips away from him and
pushing off of his
body with my legs as I darted out of his arms. Diving below the
surface I
swam a few feet underwater, letting the cold water chill me and
remind me of
what I really wanted. But as I came up for breath I had to wonder
what it
really was that I wanted.
Behind me, Logan dived in after me, fluidly becoming one
with the water and
jetting towards me. He didn’t have the body that I had had to
push off of,
but he did fine, kicking with his muscular legs as he chased after
me.
Shrieking playfully, I dove again, swimming underwater as
fast as I could.
He was quicker than I, however, and I gasped underwater when I
felt his hand
wrapping around my ankle.
He stood up behind me, tugging me towards him by my foot.
Flipping over on
my back, I flailed with my arms to keep my head above the surface
as I was
tugged closer and closer towards him, his eyes laughing as I
coughed.
“Gotcha,” he said, smiling.
“You didn’t have to half drown me in the process,” I
choked, regaining my
breath as I floated in the water in front of him. I looked at him
as he
smiled, but his gaze turned more serious as the water around me
calmed and
parts of my body exposed themselves above the water. My puckered
nipples
bobbed above the surface, my breasts acting like buoys in the
wake. I
blushed and tried to tug my foot out of Logan’s grip so that I
could stand
up in a more dignified position, but he tugged back, smiling
impishly at me
and pulling me even closer to his body. Soon he had me directly
in front of
him, perpendicular to the way he stood, my neck craning to look
into his
eyes without letting water into my face.
“You’re all mine, now,” he teased, his free hand reaching
up to fondle my
body.
Playfully, I lifted my hand up and fended his off, pushing
it away before
it had even touched me. He pulled back, out of my reach before I
could
strike his hand, and then put his fingers on my leg, tracing them
up by the
tips, like a spider, slowly getting closer and closer to my chest
again.
I shrieked as his hand reached my belly, and reached down,
brushing him
away. I looked up into his face, smiling, holding his hand tight,
away from
my body. Logan’s hips brushed against my body and I felt his cock
pushing
into me, the flesh nudging at my thigh. Squirming, I kicked
again, and
struggled to gain some ground. Finally, he freed me, allowing me
to
reposition myself on my feet in front of him.
We were in shallow water, the surface hitting me above my
belly. I could
see the drops of water glistening on his chest in the moonlight,
and my
nipples seemed extremely cold and vulnerable in the chilly air.
Logan
kissed me again, his mouth seeming to search me for something, and
I allowed
my body to relax in his arms. Tenderly he stroked my skin with
his hands,
rubbing his palms along my back and up to my shoulders. Slowly
the hands
moved around to my front and sought my breasts, which were slick
from the
water.
My breath seemed to come in gulps, a lump in my throat
blocking it from
going all the way through, as Logan tenderly touched my breasts.
Softly he
rubbed the pad of his thumb over the puckered nipple, teasing it
as I
breathed heavily in front of him. My eyes seemed locked on his
hands as he
moved his entire palm over my sensitive, cold, nub, stroking the
soft skin
lightly.
A sound escaped my throat, sort of a choked whimper, and I
looked up at
Logan in surprise. He smiled at me, reassuringly, and continued
to tease my
soft flesh. My whole body relaxed, my shoulders pushing back to
offer my
breasts to him, and I moaned loudly. Logan’s hands left my
breasts and I
whimpered as they did, circling back around me and moving down my
spine
again.
I stood still in the water, my hands brushing against his
thighs, not
really holding on to him but feeling him as he stroked my body.
My moans
were coming more regularly, and I could feel my body practically
burning up
wherever his fingers touched. I remained with my shoulders pushed
back, my
breasts offered to him if he would want them, as his hands moved
even
further down my body, closer and closer to my pussy which was both
hot and
cold from the water and my arousal.
I held my eyes shut and bit my lip softly, breathing
heavily as I felt the
water moving with his hand getting closer and closer to my body.
Very
slowly I parted my legs further, inviting his touch there,
yearning for the
feel of it. My chest heaved with each breath as my anticipation
peaked, and
I could sense his fingers nearly there.
The first touch of his fingers on my nether lips nearly
made me jump in
surprise. My eyes opened wide and looked at him, a gasp on my
lips, and
Logan only smiled and nodded gently. Closing my eyes again, I
tried to
relax as his thick fingers felt my most private areas, tracing the
shape of
my pussy and the lips surrounding it. Gently he stroked the
length of my
slit, his finger slightly prodding the hole there, making me moan
and thrust
my hips towards his hand.
I stroked his thighs softly as he played with me, toying
with the hairs
there, tugging on them softly as he tugged on my open flesh. When
his
finger brushed against my clit I cried out and opened my eyes once
more.
Logan’s eyes reflected the lust that I was feeling, and I
swallowed hard,
yearning to get out of the water and take our play further than it
had ever
been before.
“Logan,” I said, my voice surprising me. I had never
heard such throaty
lust in my own voice before, the timbre different than I was used
to. I
cleared my throat, struggling to regain my own tone again.
“Logan,” I said
again, tightening my hands on his thighs.
I could hear Logan’s breath, stable but rugged, as mine
was. Swallowing
again, I reluctantly pulled my body away from his. Breaking
contact drove
me wild and I yearned for more. But I knew that once we got out
of the cold
water I could go to another level, and enjoy his body even more.
Logan seemed to understand and allowed me to take his hand
in mine, my
small one holding his larger, rough palm tight as I led him out of
the
water. With each step that brought us closer to the shore I felt
more
anxious, the knot in my throat tightening, but also more
excitement.
Instead of growing colder as I left the water, I felt hot with
desire, like
my insides were burning up. The spot between my legs seemed to be
boiling,
and I could tell that there were thicker fluids seeping out and
joining the
remaining water on my inner thighs as I left the lake.
The rocks under my feet were warm from the sun they’d
soaked in all day,
and I shivered with a combination of cold, fright, and excitement
as I
reached the towels. Logan was close behind me and I handed him a
towel,
avoiding a glance at his bare cock. Briskly I dried myself off
everywhere
but between my legs, liking the slick feel there but wanting to be
dry
otherwise. Throwing the towel aside, I turned to Logan, this time
not
trying to hide my body from him.
“You really are gorgeous,” he murmured, throwing his own
towel to the
ground and coming towards me.
I blushed as he touched me again, his hands going for my
breasts and
fondling their light weight gently. Once more I was moaning to
myself, eyes
shut, as he massaged my flesh. My nipples were still puckered and
hard from
the chill, and Logan lowered his head to lock his lips around
them.
The first touch of his mouth on my breast made me gasp in
surprise, and my
hands shot up to grab at his hair as he sucked softly on me,
warming my
flesh with his hot mouth. The flood of arousal to my pussy was
almost
overwhelming, and it seemed that I could hear the juices flowing
out of me,
my body yearning for more.
With one last long suck Logan broke away from my breast,
and the cool air
hitting the wet nipple made me shiver again as he moved his mouth
to my
other mound, again locking his lips around the tip and tickling
the nub
softly with his tongue.
Groaning, I could feel my hips gyrating out of my control,
thrusting
towards his body and back again as though we were already making
love. I
held his head tight to my chest with my hands, not allowing him to
escape me
or move away, instead demanding that he stay with his mouth on my
breast for
longer.
His hands were gripping my hips, the fingers seeming to
dig into me as my
pelvis moved slightly. My hands moved to his chest and found his
nipples,
softly teasing them as he sucked on mine, toying with his between
my finger
and thumb as he moaned softly into my chest.
The heat in my pussy seemed to grow, exaggerate, and I
felt as though I
would go mad if I didn’t get some sort of stimulation there soon.
One of my
hands slowly slipped away from his chest and moved to my own body,
my middle
finger stroking the skin away from my clit, the slick juices from
my body
coating my finger as I toyed with myself lightly.
My movements were not lost on my boyfriend and with his
head partly freed,
he lifted his face away from my chest, moving his hot lips up my
neck to my
mouth where he sucked on me as hungrily as he had on my breasts.
I seemed to loose myself in the kiss, playing with my clit
frantically as
his large body pushed against mine. I could feel his cock, harder
than it
had been in the water, pushing against my soft skin and poking
me. Lifting
my hips, I tried to position myself closer to his cock, but it
only poked
into my belly, as I was too short to reach him. He bent down
slightly, his
new position allowing his cock to rub against my thick pubic hair,
and I
whimpered as my finger continued to play with my hard clit.
Logan’s hands moved to my shoulders and he applied soft
pressure, pushing
me down. Our lips broke apart and I allowed him to push me to my
knees in
front of him. Hand still working on my clit, I faced his erect
cock,
looking at it closely for the first time.
The head was large and thick, thicker than the staff,
which was thicker
than I had imagined it could get when I held it moments before in
the water.
The dark colored foreskin was down around the bottom of the
head, not
covering it entirely as it bobbed in front of my face. Logan
moaned in
question and I timidly lifted my free hand up towards the staff,
taking the
base in my hand and squeezing it between my warm fingers.
I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to take it in my
mouth, to play with
it with my tongue, but I was scared. My friends had told me about
giving a
guy head; they had teased me for being a virgin in that way as
well. The
thought didn’t disgust me, as they said it sometimes did them, but
it did
frighten me. Nervously, I licked my lips, wetting them, as I
looked
straight at the cock.
As if in slow motion I timidly moved my face closer to
Logan’s cock,
placing my lips on the tip and tasting the clean salty flavor for
the first
time.
I kissed the tip, my lips lingering there before I moved
them downwards,
kissing the underside of his cock as I held on to it with my
hand. Logan
moaned, pushing his cock forward with his hips as I bent close to
him, and I
shivered again in anticipation. My own hips were gyrating
steadily as I
rubbed my clit, and I breathed heavily, trying to hold off on the
orgasm my
body yearned for as I moved my lips even further down his staff to
his
scrotum, looking at it for the first time.
The skin seemed alive, the hairs on the balls moving as
his skin tightened
and loosened. Slowly I stuck out my tongue and flicked the space
between
the two balls, licking the salty sack as my boyfriend moaned above
me. The
hands on my shoulders kept me steady as I threatened to sway away,
and I
opened my mouth and let more of my wet tongue rub against the
underside of
his cock, licking my way back up to the large head.
A tiny drop of fluid had gathered at the tip, and I licked
it up
experimentally. The taste was sharp and salty, and I gave a
slight shudder
as I swallowed it down. Licking my lips again, I kissed the head
once more,
and then parted my lips and allowed the head to slip easily into
my hot
mouth.
The thickness of him filled my cheeks but I didn’t allow
his whole length
access, preferring just to suck on the large tip as he moaned
above me. My
lips seemed to being to ache instantly as I puckered around his
cock, and I
tried to relax myself more, lapping at his soft skin with my
tongue as it
rested in my mouth. I couldn’t do it for very long, and I pulled
away,
looking down, ashamed, as he slipped free.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. I felt guilty for not doing
it longer, when I
knew that it was something men liked so much.
Logan’s fingers gently stroked my hair and I looked up at
his face. He was
looking down at me with a smile on his face that seemed to warm my
body
again. My fingers hesitated at my slit as I looked at him, and
smiled back.
“You’re wonderful,” he said softly, “And I don’t want you
to do anything
you don’t want to do.”
“I want to,” I said, trailing off into silence, pushing
myself off of my
knees and back to a standing position in front of him. Putting my
hands on
his chest, I slowly pushed him backwards. He followed my lead,
taking tiny
steps as I applied more pressure, directing him to the center of
the blanket
on the ground.
Slowly, he began to sink into a sitting position, and I
stood over him,
watching as he lay down on the blanket. Lifting one leg, I stood
over him,
conscious of the view I was giving him of my private areas as he
looked up
at me with thick lust in his eyes.
From the position on his back Logan lifted his arms,
beckoning me down
towards him. Nervously I lowered my body towards his, bending my
knees and
straddling his chest. I could feel my pussy rubbing against his
firm body,
my juices wetting his drying skin, the flesh slick underneath me.
Logan put
his hands on my legs, holding me down, and strained to reach up
with his
head.
Making it easier for him I lowered my face, bending my
back so that my
upper half was parallel with his. We kissed, our bodies close
together, and
slowly I relaxed even more, my hips moving down from his chest to
his belly
to right above his pelvis. I could feel the rough pubic hairs
surrounding
his cock poking against my tender flesh. My lips still entwined
with his, I
sighed, and relaxed my chest and all my weight on to his body.
My breasts were squeezed under my weight, pushing against
his chest. My
nipples tingled as they mingled with the tiny hairs on his body,
and I held
his shoulders with my hands. Breaking our kiss, I looked down at
his face.
His eyes were shut, his thick lashes lying on his cheek, and his
lips were
still parted slightly from our kiss. Slowly he opened his eyes,
peering up
at me, and I smiled.
Logan’s hands moved up my legs to my waist, holding my
hips, and he guided
me up a little bit so that the cool air blew in between us. I
shivered with
excitement as the breeze tickled my private parts, and giggled as
Logan
shivered too.
My laughter ceased as Logan’s cock poked at my slick slit,
the head pushing
its way past my flesh and into my body. I held myself up with my
thigh
muscles, which began to ache instantly. I was scared to lower
myself,
knowing that the inevitable breaking of my hymen was at hand, but
at the
same time I was so aroused I yearned for it. Finally it was
beyond my
control as Logan thrust his hips up towards mine, his cock pushing
past my
barrier and hitting home.
The pain was sharp but did not last long, and my cry of
loss and outrage
seemed to almost instantly become one of lust instead. My mouth
dropped
open and my eyes shut tight as I threw my head back and cried out
in
pleasure as my legs began to move me up and down on Logan’s thick
staff.
Muscles aching, I moved up and down, pushing the full
length of Logan’s
staff into my body before pulling back up off of it. I opened my
eyes and
looked down at Logan, sacrificing my comfortable position to bend
over to
get a good look. His eyes were shut and he was biting his bottom
lip. At
my waist, his hands were loose, and I imagined that he was trying
his
hardest to keep from directing my movements. I almost wished he
would, so
that I would know what pace to keep.
I moaned again uncontrollably as my body tightened around
the thick cock.
My clit seemed to burn for my touch and I moved one of my hands
downwards,
pushing my fingers between my body and Logan’s. Keeping him
inside of me, I
pushed my body back and placed my finger on the hot little nub,
rubbing
excitedly as I bounced up and down on Logan’s body.
It was over almost too quickly; a blinding light flooded
my eyes and I
cried out once more, my thrusts stopping, sitting still with the
cock buried
halfway inside my body while all my muscles seemed to contract.
It was an
orgasm like I’d never experienced, something that was once empty
finally
filled and completed as I came, my moans growing to a peak as the
electric
jolts through my body finally ceased. Without lifting myself off
of Logan’s
cock I fell forward, my breasts squished between our chests once
more as I
lay my head on his shoulder, panting heavily into his ear.
Logan’s hands moved upwards, one touching the small of my
back and the
other stroking my hair as I came back to my senses.
“Wow,” was all I could say, my voice hoarse after my loud
cries.
“Was it good?” Logan asked softly, petting my hair and
nuzzling my cheek
with his face.
“Oh, god,” I murmured, taking a deep breath. Without
moving my head away
from his neck I pulled my body off of his staff, the cock sliding
out with a
slick, wet, plopping sound.
“Want to do it again?” Logan asked teasingly, and I was
suddenly aware that
he hadn’t had an orgasm.
“No,” I said, ashamed.
“That’s okay,” he said softly. “Do you mind if I finish?”
I shook my head against his neck, and whimpered as the
hand on the small of
my back lifted and reached down between my legs. Instead of
touching me,
however, he touched himself, taking his cock in his fist and
beginning to
pump it rapidly.
Seconds later he was crying out as I had earlier, and I
found myself
watching his face as he climaxed, his eyes shut tight and his
mouth wide
open, throaty cries escaping him as he bucked underneath me. The
hot cum
shot out of his cock, some of it landing on my thighs. I grimaced
but
remained where I was, on top of him, watching his face. Soon he
opened his
eyes again and smiled at me.
“We should clean off,” I suggested, but made no effort to
get off of him.
“Yeah,” he agreed, but made no effort to push me off. We
lay like that for
a few minutes, my weight fully supported by his large body,
breathing into
each other’s ears. Finally I thought I couldn’t stand the feel of
the cum
drying on my body and I pushed myself slowly to my feet. Logan
followed me
and we ran to the water, diving in swiftly.
The cold shocked me to the core, and I came up
sputtering. My hair hung
limply in front of my face as I shrieked, and Logan shrieked with
me. As
quickly as I could I wiped the places that I had soiled clean so
that I
could get back out and grab my towel.
Finally, clean and dry, we were making our way back up the
shore towards
Logan’s truck. In a satisfied silence we climbed in, and Logan
drove me
home.
I slept like a baby, content, and my body sore but in a
way that made me
feel excellent. Too soon it was the next day and I had to get up
to go to
the airport; Logan was going to be leaving, and I’d promised to
see him off.
His family was there, but he excused us so that we would
have a moment
alone before he went through the gates.
“Liz,” he said, taking my hand in his. “I really do love
you.”
“I love you too,” I said, not smiling, feeling very sad
and serious.
“I want you to know,” Logan said, “That I will wait for
you. I don’t care
what you do, but I will wait for you until we are together again.”
“I love you,” I repeated, looking up into his eyes. Tears
were brimming in
my eyes, making my vision foggy. I reached up to wipe them away
and started
to speak again. “I will wait for you, too,” I said.
Logan wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug, kissing my
lips
passionately. “Thank you for last night,” he said, and let me go,
turning
away. He left the group of people for the airplane, and I walked
back
outside. Christmas break wasn’t that far away, really, and I
would be too
busy with my studies to worry about men. This could work. It
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