Where it happened: Her apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
She was 28 and divorced. I was a 24 year old graduate student, still trying to get my foot in the door. Life was uncertain, and I didn’t feel worthy of a woman’s love.
She spotted me in a church meeting. Every time I glanced up, she was glancing at me. I couldn’t ignore her smiles.
She was beautiful. I didn’t think I deserved a woman that beautiful. Still, I mustered the courage to ask her out for supper.
She was so open and trusting. We sat in her car after supper. It was early spring and it had started to mist. I leaned over to kiss her, and she was passionate in her kisses. When I got out of her car, she said, “don’t melt.”
We were talking marriage before we had dated for a month. I was feeling confident and bold for the first time in my life. I had never felt so loved, so admired, and so wanted. I was willing to do anything to have a family with this woman.
I remember the first time she let me caress her breasts. We had gone to the zoo with her daughter. Her 4 year old daughter was sleeping in the back bedroom, and I just slid my hands under her top. Then I pushed her bra over her breasts. She seemed fascinated that I found such pleasure in her breasts.
I left her that evening without having sex. Then, one Friday, we played a game of tennis. I went home and she went home. I called her just to talk. She told me how a day earlier two men tried to proposition her. She seemed vulnerable and sad. People were just trying to use her. I asked her if she wanted me to come over and she said yes.
It was late, and the thought crossed my mind that she might want to do something. I became aroused, but I convinced myself I wasn’t going over to her place to have sex with her. I just wanted to be close to her. She’d been used by other men in her life. I didn’t want to be another one.
We embraced when I met her at the door. We became very affectionate. Soon, she suggested that she get some pillows for the floor. I met her in the hall and suggested we go to the bedroom.
Before climbing into bed with her, I took off all my clothes. I had only been naked in front of one woman before. This time, I just wanted to hold her close. I wasn’t asking for sex.
Then, she did something I had not expected. Still dressed in her tennis clothes, she started at my neck, then my chest, and then my belly. Finally, she took my penis in her mouth and started to lick and suck. I had never felt anything so exquisite in my life. I was so weak with pleasure I could barely utter her name.
I could no longer just lie there and take pleasure from her. I reached for her panties and she helped me remove them. I rolled over and crouched between her legs. Before I entered her, I asked, “are you protected?” and she said, “yes.” I moved forward to enter her and missed. She, then, guided me into her. I had never been inside a woman in my life.
I remember what it felt like. She was very open, very warm, and very slippery. I could barely feel myself sliding in and out of her. I would push forward gently, then give it an extra push. Very gently, very firmly, I pushed in and out. Soon, she pled, “slow down.” I wasn’t going fast, and I had no urge to ejaculate. I thought she was asking me to wait. Soon, however, her breathing became faster. Her body heaved, and she uttered a sigh, “Ohhhhh” and uttered my name. Then she said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait.”
I was astonished. I had never made love to a woman, and the feminist literature I read was saying women didn’t get orgasms from deep penile thrusting. Yet, as the night wore on, she told me she enjoyed my deep, gentle, firm, thrusts, and she expressed amazement that this was my first time.
The night was still young, though. We got up, and took a long, sensuous shower. I can still see her smiling face as she massaged my soap lathered penis.
We got out of the shower and looked at each other in the mirror. I had never seen a completely naked woman before. She looked at me and told me she liked my body. I needed to hear that.
I asked her to put on some lingerie before we did it again. She came out in a beautiful red satin robe. I pulled it apart to reveal her beautiful body. Thinking of the pleasure she had given me with her mouth, I asked her if I could kiss her down there. Her response was that I talked to much. I then kissed her down there. However, being inexperienced, I did not give her an orgasm with my mouth. I soon inserted my penis into her.
I began my deep, firm, gentle thrusts, and she soon again erupted in orgasm. This time, though, I wanted mine, and she accommodated me. My pace quickened. I almost felt brutal as I rapidly and powerfuly pounded myself into her. Finally, I ejaculated. As I collapsed, she reached back, cupped my balls in her hands, and begged, “don’t leave.”
We lay there as my penis subsided. Then she got up to get a warm wash cloth. She came back and very lovingly washed the semen off of my penis and lay down with me.
I was on bottom and she was on top. We talked to each other deeply. I felt in love and so did she. She shared some of her deepest hurts. The more she trusted me with her life, the more I fell in love with her. I felt significant to a woman for the first time in my life.
After lying there for some thirty minutes or so, I became erect again. She was on top and tried to mount me but couldn’t. I pulled her into a seated position facing me and we connected. I watched her face as her eyes glanced downward to our connection. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bed while she was attached to me.
I rolled over in the bed and let her make love to me. I enjoyed caressing her breasts and watching her face as she moved back and forth above me. She met my eyes and smiled. Then she would lean back and close her eyes as if she were savoring the pleasure.
Finally, I rolled over on top of her and began my deep, gentle, firm thrusts. For a third time, she got an orgasm. Finally, determined to get my second ejaculation for the evening, I thrust rapidly in and out of her until I ejaculated. Again, she cupped her hands over my balls and held me inside of her. She had brought her knees up to her chest as I pounded away for my ejaculation.
Since we were church going people, I knew what we had done was wrong. I pledged not to have sex with her again until we were married, and we kept that pledge. Still, we were very much in love and even looked at engagement rings the next day. We remained very affectionate with each other, but I never took off any of her clothes and she didn’t take off any of mine. It was clear that we desired each other, but we knew we would have to wait until marriage before we did it again. It wasn’t easy to wait, but we did because we knew it was the right thing to do.
I didn’t marry her because my father didn’t want me to marry a divorced woman. Also, I could not find scriptural support for her divorce and I couldn’t see how I could be consistent by marrying her. I felt like I loved her. In time though, she realized she couldn’t have me and she moved out of my life. We remained friends though. Not a week goes by that I don’t think of her.
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