Page 415 of S is for SEX

KELLI. I have always thought of myself as a fairly adventurous sexual person. I have done some things, sexually, that I was well aware most other girls would never do. I have also been highly aroused by situations and circumstances that would more than likely make a lot of girls feel uneasy or uncomfortable. In the past, I have wondered if there is something wrong with me because of what excited me, sexually. I have never talked to anyone about it, but I knew that there was something wrong with me mentally. Normal people were not aroused by the strange sex and the strange sexual circumstances that I was.

The things that Erik and I have done have never scared me for one minute. I never thought, ‘Should I do this, or should I say no?’ To me, it was just sex. Something fun. I never thought for one minute that it was something that I should consider not doing. I would say that the sexual escapades between Erik and I have been mild compared to what I would consider doing. When we left the mall, I wondered what he might offer, sexually, that would make me question if I had the ability to go against my best judgment.

Going into this house wasn’t that one thing, but it certainly was close. Walking into the house, I could tell that I was already wet. My groin tingled and itched for Erik. I had left my panties in my purse when I changed into my jeans, and my jeans were pressed into my crotch for the entire motorcycle ride. Wondering what he had in mind, I looked around. Surprisingly, the house was clean and didn’t smell bad.

The home had a modern look to it and a very open floor plan. The kitchen was in the rear of the home and open to the rest of the living area that we were standing in. The front of the house, separated by the front door, was made up of two large rooms that were covered in windows. The large windows faced the street that we rode to get here. None of the windows in the house had any form of coverings or blinds on them. I followed Erik into the home, looking around as we walked through it.

“This place is huge,” I said, looking up the stairs that led out of the kitchen.

“Come here, Kelli,” Erik said, standing in the kitchen. I hesitated, still admiring the house.

“We haven’t got a lot of time, get in here,” he said in a more demanding tone.

The hallway that I was standing in was a hardwood floor, as was the kitchen. The rooms on the other side of the hallway were carpeted. My sneakers squeaked as I walked on the hardwood floor. I looked into the kitchen where Erik stood and watched him remove his shirt.

This was the first time I had seen Erik with his shirt off. When he removed it over his head, his stomach muscles flexed. His stomach was flat, but rippled with muscles. He had an eight-pack, not a six-pack. His entire stomach was covered in a snake tattoo that went up to his chest. Both sides of his chest were covered in the same tattoo. From his belt line, the tattoo started, and went back and forth across his stomach until it ended at his chest, right below the collar of where a tee shirt would cover it. As he lowered his arms, and tossed his shirt on the kitchen counter, the size of his chest was obvious. In a tee shirt, it was clear that he was in shape. With his tee shirt off, it was very clear that he was in better shape than in shape. A small waist, wide chest, large upper arms, and very broad shoulders. The muscles on his chest twitched as he stood looking at me.

“What the fuck are you doing, baby?” he asked, chuckling as he asked.

“Uhhm, I was admiring you. I love you without a shirt on. Let’s leave it off. Forever and ever. You’re not allowed to wear a shirt, ever again,” I said as I began walking to where he had tossed his shirt.

As soon as I was walking past him, he reached out, grabbed me, and picked me up by my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my back, holding my feet off of the floor. His forearms were wrapped around my back, and his biceps were on each side of my chest. As he held me, his bicep muscles flexed. His body drove me crazy.

Something about being in this house, having him standing there in his jeans and boots without a shirt was more than I could handle. I felt like putty in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my toes together. One of his hands slid up my back and grasped the back of my head, holding it firmly. As he held my head, he turned it to the side and began to kiss me.

His lips met mine, and he pressed the back of my head to force my face hard against his. Our tongues found each other and began to tangle in my mouth. His hand slid from the back of my head, and touched my face. His fingers on one side of my face and his thumb on the other, we continued to kiss. He slowly began to spin in circles as I held myself tight to him with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He moved my face with his hand as we kissed, making my mouth meet his perfectly as if it were a missing puzzle piece snapped into place. Erik’s kisses were wet and his lips were soft, but they were not sloppy.

He held my head in place and continued to kiss me. This drove me crazy. I desperately wanted it to last forever. Kissing Erik made all other things small. Life became unimportant and insignificant when we kissed. Nothing else mattered but the kiss. I had no idea of whether or not it was night or day, which direction I faced, or where I was. It was just me and Erik and the kiss. The three of us. The three of us melted into one. I could feel his heart beating against my chest. As our lips parted, I took a shallow breath and looked into his eyes. His mouth slightly open, softly, he spoke.

“Kiss me, Kelli. Fucking kiss me.”

We continued to kiss, his hand on my face the entire time. His tongue slid past my lips and licked and darted across my top lip. Our mouths met again, warm and wet, pressed against each other - held in place perfectly by his hand. His finger lightly traced along my chin, to my mouth. As we kissed, his finger traced the outline of my upper lip. Our faces parted and he touched my mouth with his index finger, circling around my upper and lower lips entirely. I licked the tip of his finger. I opened my mouth and began to suck on his finger, pressing it to the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I slid my mouth up and down along the length of his finger. As I kissed and sucked his finger, he carried me to the island in the center of the kitchen.

Standing at the end of the island, he bent over and lowered me onto the island. As my back touched the island, I released my legs from his waist and let go of his neck. I grabbed the edge of the countertop and gripped it tightly. Laying there on my back, my mind racing, I stared at his muscular upper body. I wanted him to take me, but I wanted it to be his way. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do to me…however he wanted to do it. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me now, I can’t take this anymore. God, I wanted him so bad… shove me full of your cock…make me scream.

Standing at the end of the island, he unbuttoned my jeans, grabbed the material on my thighs and pulled them down. When they met my shoes, he pulled my shoes off and dropped them. As my jeans hit the floor, he picked my shoes up and slid them back onto my feet. He grabbed my ankles and raised my legs up until my feet were on top of the counter top.

Extending his arms, he pressed my feet back until my heels were at my butt. With my legs bent, he reached around the outside of them and grasped my thighs with his hands, pulling them apart. He edged his wide upper body between my thighs and kissed my stomach. His mouth slid to my hip bone, and his tongue began to circle around my hip bone. As his tongue circled around the bone, he sucked and licked the tip of the bone. It was driving me crazy. I started to squirm and laugh and tingle all over.

“Hold still Baby Girl. Hold still. I need you to do something for me,” he said quietly.

I opened my mouth and said, “What?” But no words came out. I tried again. Nothing.

He smiled.

He continued to lick my hip bone. He kissed it and looked me in the eyes.

“You listening?” he asked.

As I squeezed the countertop, my arms beside my body, my hands beside my butt, I nodded.

“Fuck my tongue. I want you to fuck my mouth, do you hear me?”

I opened my mouth and squeaked. My eyes closed. I felt his tongue move from my hip to my clit. His palm slid slowly across my hip, and was resting in the depression between my hip and my pussy. His thumb was positioned on the skin above my pussy and was pushing upward, exposing my clit totally. As his tongue met my clit, I squirmed.

I felt his lip on top of my clit, and his tongue on the bottom. He started a motion with his tongue and lip, with my clit in between. About three seconds into it, I was done…almost to climax I felt myself begin to cum. No, not yet, not yet, please….make this last.

He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. He must have sensed I was close.

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