Page 209 of S is for SEX

WILSON

As far as I was concerned, sex was a commitment, and not something that was done out of a desire to fulfill some form of fantasy or a need to feel pleasure. Although I realized it was quite possible that Stevie didn’t agree with me, I felt I needed proof that what we were doing wasn’t being done for selfish reasons. I enjoyed sex as much or more than any man, but once it was over there would be no way to undo it, reverse the clock, or remove the feelings associated with it.

Before I had a chance to devise a way to explain matters, potentially making a fool of myself at a time that would have so far qualified as being quite romantic, Stevie beat me to the punch.

“Promise me you won’t hurt me,” she said as she pulled off her socks.

“I’ll uhhm. I’ll take it slow and easy,” I murmured.

She coughed a laugh and shook her head. “Let me rephrase it. Don’t fuck me and get my hopes up, then leave me or start slapping me around. I don’t want to be hurt emotionally. Not again.”

“I have nothing but the best intentions,” I assured her.

“And as far as taking it slow and easy,” she said as she pulled her shirt over her head. “You can forget about that. I like it kind of rough.”

While attempting to make sense of what she had said, but long before I could formulate a response, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. As she rolled the straps over her shoulders and lowered the garment to the floor, I stood and stared at what seemed to be perfect breasts attached to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

“I uhhm…” I stammered.

“Listen, I know you’re probably nervous, but I’m not. Take your clothes off, Wilson. I want to suck that big fat cock of yours,” she said as she began to push her yoga pants down along her thighs.

Everything proved to be too much. Her mention of liking rough sex, her perky breasts, her hard nipples, her beautiful purple hair, gorgeous face, and…

She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

And her entire lower region was shaved clean.

Although reaching full erection in the past took some mental stimulation on my part and often required at least some physical interaction from a woman, it sure didn’t seem to be the case with Stevie. I felt myself instantly become hard, and along with it, extreme discomfort followed.

Now standing at the foot of the bed completely naked, she widened her eyes and thrust her hands in the air.

“Having second thoughts?” she asked.

I swallowed heavily, continued to stare, and shook my head.

Her eyes narrowed considerably, and her mouth curled into a smirk. “When was the last time you had sex?”

“It’s uhhm. It was,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Ten years ago.”

“You’re fucking shittin’ me. Ten years? Holy shit,” she gasped. “You sure you want to do this?”

I nodded my head eagerly.

“Positive?” she asked as she slowly approached me.

I nodded my head again and swallowed the slowly rising lump in my throat. I really wanted to continue, and not only proceed with the sex, but to please her in any and all ways she expected me to. There was no doubt in my mind that she was out of my league, but I refused to allow myself to continue to feel as if I was out of my element.

I unbuckled my belt, somewhat gracefully unfastened my jeans, and pulled against the zipper while I maintained eye contact with her. As I pushed the waist of my jeans past my underwear, she shrieked.

“You wear boxer briefs?” she bellowed, her face washed with surprise. “Fuck yes.”

After dropping my jeans to the floor, I reached for the waistband of my underwear.

“No, no…leave them on,” she whispered. “Take off the shirt. And you can leave the socks on too.”

I pulled my shirt over my head, feeling somewhat embarrassed, almost as if I was being inspected for faults. Stevie stood six feet or so from me with her hand covering her mouth and her eyes fixed on my underwear.

“You uhhm, you work out those legs, don’t you?” she murmured through the gaps between her fingers.

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