Here With Me
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Note: this story takes place almost a
year after “Purpose”. Warning: This story contains quite mature themes. (Sex) So just take heed of this warning
before you rush to find where the dirty parts of the story are, okay? You’ve been warned.
I had been dreaming, Jennifer Lopez was in it, and she was
dancing naked across a white beach, tropical breeze stirring her hair. In my dream, I was almost sure she wanted
me. And then of course, I realised I
was awake.
I lay there, in the safe,
comfortable darkness of the bedroom I shared with my two younger brothers,
under the covers, secure and warm. I
could hear Taylor’s soft sighing in his sleep, and Zac’s grunts and snores.
I decided with a sigh that Zac’s
snoring had aroused me from slumber, and closed my eyes to go back to sleep,
hoping that Jennifer Lopez and all her womanly curves would enter back into my
dreams soon enough – and tried to ignore the stirring in my loins that always
seemed to follow that dream.
I heard a soft sharp tap noise, and
I opened my eyes, “guys?” I asked, wondering if perhaps I had mistaken them
being asleep, but there was no reply, and I sat up slowly, stretched, yawned
and ran my fingers through my hair.
Again, the tapping was there, it
sounded like…
Something hitting glass, I thought to myself. I slipped out of the bed slowly, shivering,
the room was cold, despite it was summer.
I padded over to the window, hugging myself, and I pushed the drapes
open a bit with my hand and peered out into the night. On the lawn, I could see a small female
figure standing there, I frowned and looked harder.
“Mary?” I whispered to myself in
confusion. I tiptoed quietly out of the
room.
Pondering on why she would be in my
front lawn at two in the morning, I went downstairs and unlocked the back door
and watched as she walked over.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hey,” She hugged herself against
the cold.
I let her in, and then looked at
her, trying to make her face out in the darkness, “Mary…what are you doing
here…?” I pointed her in the direction of the garage that me and my brothers
used as a studio, I turned on the light, closed the door and we headed
downstairs.
“I just came to say goodbye I
guess…”
“Goodbye…?” I wondered aloud, still
sleepy, I rubbed my head tiredly.
“I leave for college tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah,” I nodded. This was not something new to me.
“So…I came to say…goodbye, and thank
you…” she explained.
“Why didn’t you just call?” I asked,
I sat down on the couch at the far end of the room, still looking at her.
She followed, “Because I wanted to
say it in person…and I wanted to repay you for everything you’ve done,” she
explained simply.
“I didn’t do anything,” I shrugged.
She sat beside me, looking at me,
her brown hair fell over her shoulders and she pushed it back. “You took me off the streets when I was just
a hooker…you got me a job on the tour, you made it so your family accepted me,
you helped me graduate my high school education, you helped me get enough money
together for college…you changed my life,” she looked at me, her hazel eyes
finding my eyes.
“I did what I felt was right, Mary.”
“Yes, but…I do have to repay you.”
“No, you don’t,” I tried to smile,
“What I did, I did out of…friendship.”
“Then…what I’m gonna do…is repay
out…out of friendship.”
She moved over, tucking her hair
behind her ears, looking at me, she reached to the tie waistband of the jogging
pants I had been wearing to bed, and she untied it.
“What…are you doing…”
She looked at me, “what do you think
I’m doing,” she murmured, her tone changed to something more honey coated and
seductive, she pushed my legs apart and got on her knees, sliding between them,
looked up at me.
I laughed nervously, “Mary…I got you
off the streets, don’t start to take the same road back down there, okay?” I
sucked in my breath.
She just smiled, and she pulled down
the jogging pants with one hard yank, for being so small she has a strength I
hadn’t expected.
“Mary…” I squeaked.
“You need this.”
“No, I don’t need this. I don’t need anything.”
“You’re too much of a good guy to
get with some girl to get some, and I know that you wouldn’t have sex before
marriage…” she brushed her lips against my bare stomach, I sucked in my
gut. “You’ve been sexually frustrated
for months, and I could see it. And I
probably wouldn’t do this…if it wasn’t you,” she kissed lower, pulling the
waistband of my boxer shorts down a little, kissing lower.
“Please don’t…” I pleaded.
“Sssh, trust me,” she murmured
softly, her voice so soothing, so comforting, almost the way a mother would
speak to a child.
I held my breath, she pulled the
boxers down a little, unveiling what I had never showed to any girl before, I
felt my cheeks go red in embarrassment, my heart began thumping heavily in my
chest. I don’t know why I succumbed to
her, I just rested there, letting her do what she wished. She kissed her way down my stomach, at the same
time, she took a hold of my semi-hard member in her hand, gentle, almost teasing,
and she ran her fingers along the length, she watched my eyes, and I watched
her eyes. She shifted, and her lips
brushed against the head of my member, I held my breath, almost too scared to
moan. She kissed her way along my
penis, I swallowed nervously, I was terrified that my body would react wrong.
I watched her closely, especially
her lips, I watched as she ran her tongue along the head of my cock, I gave a
soft moan and lay back a little more, sliding into comfort, and pleasure, her
lips slid all the way over the head of my throbbing member, and she sucked on
it a little, still watching my eyes. I
let her mouth seduce me, take me over, in all the time I had known her, I had
never imagined that I would let her do this to me, for that matter, I had never
thought of her in this way up until that moment.
Her soft, wet mouth engulfed me, I
bit on my bottom lip, holding back a thousand moans of ecstasy, I had never
felt anything like this before. I felt
more alive than I ever had, every part of my body seemed to tingle. Her mouth travelled up and down me, I could
see she was more experienced than even I had expected – and for me to not
expect a prostitute to have experience was unusual.
I began to slowly relax, and to
trust her. I buried my hand into her
hair, and closed my eyes, in my mind, fantasies began to play themselves out,
my arousal growing with every second, now, as she pleasured me, in my mind, I
saw her on my lap, and I could touch her freely, in my fantasy, she wanted me
more than she’d ever wanted anyone in her life, and would only ever give this
to me.
I gave a soft delighted sigh, and
murmured her name, “Mary…”
“Mmmhmm,” she continued with what
she was doing, under my hand I could feel her head bobbing up and down,
pleasure searing through my rock hard member.
“Stop…” I murmured.
Her mouth left me, and to stop at
that point was almost like pain, but I endured it, and I looked at her, “sit up
here…” I commanded softly, and watched as she did as I said. She looked at me, her hazel eyes somewhat
confused.
I leaned over and I brushed my lips
against her cheek, I decided if she was so willing to repay me, then at least
we should do this the right way. I
kissed along to her neck and she whispered, “what are you doing?” in such a
tiny concerned voice.
“Trust me,” I smiled, and kissed her
throat, she put her hand where her mouth had been only moments earlier, but I
stopped her, taking her hand and placing it on my shoulder, “not yet,” I stated
firmly.
She gave a soft, “okay”, and
complied, I continued kissing her neck softly, taking advantage of what she was
offering, and surprisingly, not feeling guilty about it at all.
“Are you alright with this?” I
softly murmured near her ear, I kissed her jaw, ran my fingers through her soft
hair.
“Uh huh,” she assured, almost
timidly. I thought back to when I had
first met Mary, she had been brash and bold, and blunt. Now she was a little mouse, frightened, but
she did not stop me. After all, I know
this was what she wanted, despite she was unsure of it at the time.
I leaned back, “Can you take this
thing off?” I asked.
She was wearing a nightgown and a jacket, she’d walked all the
way to my house wearing only this. She
complied by removing her jacket, and then looking at me.
“And the nightgown too,” I added.
She gave a nod and slipped those off.
I looked at her, Mary had more curves than I remembered her
having, her skin firm and supple, and looked soft and satiny. I reached over and brushed my fingers
against her belly, watching her face.
She looked down at my hand, somewhat unsure. “I…I’ve never done this before,” I confessed, I went red in the
face, I tried not to lose my nerve now, it was too late in the game for that.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, she brushed her lips against my cheek
and I closed my eyes, I felt her take my hand and lead it upon her right
breast, I trembled, my fingers shaking nervously, she kissed my cheek again,
“just relax…”
I caressed her, taking time to savour how her skin felt under my
hand, the silky soft almost springy feel of her flesh under my hand, my
breathing quickened, my pulse was racing.
“Are you okay?” she questioned softly.
“Yeah,” I promised, I looked at her, she could see my fear
tightly stretched upon my features, she smiled almost motherly at me, she
climbed over onto my lap, and we kissed softly, and surprisingly I did not mind
where her mouth had been. Her lips
fitted to mines like a key in a lock, the kiss was soft, intimate, and almost
loving, our hands wandered across each others bodies as we kissed
romantically. The kiss deepened soon,
but never losing is intimacy, I had never kissed this way before, despite how
many girls I had kissed and how many times I had French kissed, I had never
kissed anyone this intimately, it was a whole new level for me.
In the kiss I groaned, by now, my much neglected member was
beginning to become harder than it ever had been, and it ached, ached for
something I had never felt before, something that I knew I shouldn’t have, yet
something I knew I wanted more than anything else in the world at this moment.
We looked at each other, a look so intense that we knew it was
inevitable. We knew what we were going
to do.
Mary slipped out of her underwear awkwardly, and clambered back
onto my lap, I felt my member touch the warm area between her legs, and my
yearning grew more powerful, her body became much like a magnet, and I was
metal, becoming more drawn to it by the second. We kissed again, and I reached down to touch her, surprised by
the textures of her vagina, the moisture, she let out a soft little moan in the
process of my exploring, her eyes closed, mouth falling slightly open.
I kissed her again and pulled her closer, my cock finding it’s
way to her and pushing against her, our kiss became deeper, I felt her reach
down and guide me, she slid down on me a little, I felt as if my member were
sliding into a vice like grip, but not a painful one, I held on to her tighter,
breaking my lips from hers to moan, “oh god…” I uttered loudly, our bodies were
now merged.
“Ssh,” she put her finger to my lips, “we don’t want to get
caught,” she reminded, up until now it had not occurred to me that my family
were still asleep in the house.
She began rocking slightly, I was not quite all the way in, and
I felt the urge to buck up to get right into the hilt, but I didn’t want to
push my luck, I was fortunate enough to be receiving what she was giving
me.
I could not believe this was my virginity, I was losing my
virginity to the person I had least expected to give it to. I had spent years promising my parents and
myself I would never perform sexual relations until after marriage, but here I
was, in the middle of the most wonderful, intimate feelings of my life, and I
had not one single shred of guilt inside of me.
She came down more, and held her breath, trying not to cry out,
she looked deep into my eyes, and began to rock again, riding me, swaying into
me awkwardly so that I slammed directly up into her, our eyes were locked. Both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling
heavily, dots of perspiration beginning to build up on our exposed skin.
I closed my eyes and kissed her throat, down to her upper chest,
trying to hold off on letting go in her too soon, I didn’t want to be a
disappointment to her. I didn’t just
want this experience for me alone, this whole thing – sex or making love or
whatever you would call this particular moment – was meant to be for both of
us.
She held on to me tighter still swaying, and I began to grow
weary, I wanted to participate – being there under her power was exciting, but
I wanted to help get some of the action too, and I awkwardly somehow got her
onto her back on the couch, without having to re-penetrate. I kissed her, and began to rock up into her,
at first feeling awkward, this was a rhythm I was not used to, but soon, I
began to grow accustomed to it. As the
intensity in pleasure began to build, I began to work up a speed to the rhythm,
she softly moaned, her legs wrapped around me, arms gripping me close to
her. I was nearing the point of no
return, and I tried to hold off as long as I could. We watched each others eyes, the whole time, it was like our
minds were one. Up until this point, I
had never believed that making love could be the ultimate point of
understanding between two people, and as I looked at her, I saw things in her
that I had never before, watching her face as she moaned, feeling her body
writhe in ecstasy, it was almost as if I was watching her do this for the very
first time, experiencing things she had never experienced before. It was as if I was her first, and I knew
deep in my heart that she was not faking this.
I was surprised by the sudden shuddering of her body against
mines, her vagina began to pulse I vice like grips around me, her breath
spurting in and out sharply, she closed her eyes tightly, then bit on her lip,
rocking harder against me, I had not realised that at first she was beginning
to orgasm, I guess I didn’t really understand that until I realised it was what
was bringing me to the same climax, her vice like grips squeezing around me as
I moved harder against her drove me to an amazing feeling searing through my
entire body, through every vein, I shuddered, and thrust deeper, feeling my
cock injecting semen into her in strong pulsations
And then, a comfortable relaxation overcame me, and as I looked
down at her, she gazed up at me, tired, smiling softly, she murmured, “go lock
the door…”
I complied, too tired to argue, I withdrew from her warmth, and
I went to the door and locked it so no one could catch us, then returned to her
arms, and her embrace, and we lay in each others arms, she ran her fingers
through my hair softly, I had never felt such comfortableness, such safeness,
and somewhat, such love…
I held onto her tighter, my cheek lay against her breast, I
listened to her heart beating, savoured the feel of her fingers caressing their
way through my hair softly. In the
morning I decided that we would need to have a talk before she left for college,
after all, this incredible feeling could not just be a one off thing.
“I should go soon,” she whispered softly to me, she brushed her
the backs of her fingers against my forehead.
“Don’t go…” I murmured, “stay here with me.”
She smiled and closed her eyes, “okay,” she whispered.
I think she misunderstood what I meant when I said ‘stay here
with me’. But I was too tired to tell
her my real connotation. But not to
worry, I could always tell her in the morning.
The end
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