Chapter 15

I saw her get out of bed and put her clothes on, brush her hair a bit, and then gather up her purse and keys.

She leaned in one last time, kissing me on the cheek.

“I like you. If only...,” and with that, she smiled and left.

I didn’t dream of lions later that night. Just as I was nodding off to sleep, I thought about her, and earlier.

We had both tasted each other the night before, so I was hoping that this was going to be a prelude to more.

It was. She sucked me just long enough to get me hard, with the added benefit of getting me thoroughly wet. Then I remembered: no condom.

As she swung her leg up and over me to disengage orally, I reminded her that I didn’t have protection.

“It’s okay,” she said getting on top of me once again, but this time facing me and rubbing her wet, lower lips back and forth against my cock, “It’s a mostly okay part of my cycle, and now I have a pill as back-up.”

Satisfied that I was plenty lubricated, Katie slid a little bit further forward, and then on her backstroke I started to enter her.

“Oh!” she said, and progress stopped.

Oh was right. That girl was tight! Despite being well-lubed, she was still almost vise-tight.

She looked down at me. “Uh, this might take a minute, or two.”

“I’m in no hurry,” I replied, just glad that she wasn’t ready yet to give up.

She moved from a mostly horizontal position to one that was more vertical, looking for some leverage and help from gravity.

The girl was tight. I’m thicker than average, but this was like trying to squeeze a beer can into a coozie that was wet but had shrunk a wee bit.

There was almost a pained expression on her face, but a good pain, as she slide down my pole, inch by grudging inch.

“You a virgin?” I asked playfully, reaching up and lightly tweaking her nipples.

“Ha-fuckin’-ha!” was the reply, her voice hushed.

This was glorious. Imagine the warmest, wettest, tightest-fitting gloves worn by a beautiful woman who was gripping your cock with both hands.

“Here,” I said, taking a strong grip on her legs, “let me help,” looking like I was ready to jam into her coochie balls deep.

“NOOOO!!” she practically shouted, tensing up.

“I’m kidding, babe,” I countered, smiling. As I began to massage her legs to ease some of the involuntary muscle tightenings, I heard a muttered “bastard”.

The combination seemed to work, as she finally bottomed out. I told her to rest a moment, and she nodded. Soon, though, she rose, and it was cool to watch, as her inner lips just clung to my cock and got dragged up the shaft, almost with a suction-like effect. If she wasn’t wet, I could see where it would have chafed and become painful.

When she had just the head inside of her, she slowly sank down, and I waved a mental goodbye to those clingy lips as they rolled back upside, grabbing once again but from her core.

Katie was able to slide down fully this time, tight and slippery, but with no grimace. She smiled a little and then started to pick up the pace a bit.

“Feels like heaven,” I told her. She just nodded and closed her eyes. I could see that she was trying to concentrate on the growing feelings inside her, wanting to orgasm while riding me.

I was simply holding back. I knew I could do that from years and years of practice, but that when the moment came, so to speak, I could join her.

Wanting to give her some help, I rubbed my fingers along her pussy lips and gathered up some of her oily secretions, and then reached around her, tracing my hand over her ass as she slid up and down.

Finding my target, I pressed one wet finger up against her anus and gave a little push.