Chapter 25

Her parents loved Ryan of course, although they made it clear they would prefer it if they didn't have sex. But they knew, although they weren't particularly liberal, that she was going to do it anyway, and trying to stop her would be useless.

For the holidays senior year, he took her into the city. They went on a cruise around the water, eating dinner on the ferry. They were the youngest ones on the boat, and it was filled with happy couples, some who'd obviously been together a long time. They slow danced, holding each other tightly on the small dance floor.

Then they went to the opera, seeing Les Miserables. It was incredible. And she was laughing the whole time, at all Ryan's jokes. Being with him was the best part of the play.

They were so in love, it was so perfect. Too good to be true? But it was true, she thought. This is real.

Even the hotel was perfect. It was a fancy one too, although that didn't matter. But the night was perfect.

"I love you so much," she whispered, in tears, when he took her into his arms. "I do!"

"Hey," he told her gently. "I love you too. I love you Jen. If I didn't have you I'd be dead."

She kissed him, standing on her tip toes to do it. He kissed her back, hugging her so tightly. As one, they dragged themselves back onto the bed, where they lay, kissing and touching each other.

She climbed on him, licking his ears and his neck. She unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands over his strong chest. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her hem up to her hips. She ground her hips into him, gasping from the sensations, even through all the layers of clothes. She led his hands to her back, where he unzipped her dress. Rolling off him, she slid it down, past her hips. He stared at her, in a red satin teddy. She climbed over him, pausing to kiss him, and stood back up. She dimmed the lights, then got a bottle out of her bag.

"What's that?" he asked, smiling.

"Body lotion," she told him. "Edible body lotion... "

He grinned at her, and she climbed back onto the bed. She stripped him, pulling his pants off to reveal his hard swollen cock, which pointed to his head. She gripped him, fondling him and making him gasp. She climbed back on him, the soft satin of her teddy rubbing against him. He gasped again, the sensation so incredible. She kissed him over and over, then poured some of the sweet smelling liquid onto his chest. She rubbed it into his skin, sensually covering every inch of his upper body.

She climbed off, pulling him onto his stomach. She massaged his shoulders, and his back, as he let out his breath, relaxing so much. He consented to just being worked on, letting her rub his body for a long time.

Her hands traveled lower, massaging the oil into his ass and thighs. He tensed up a bit as her saturated fingertips slid between his buttocks. They lingered there, something they'd never talked about nor done. She probed him, one finger slipping up inside him just the smallest bit. Her other hand rubbed his back, and he relaxed, enjoying the sensation. Her finger pressed down, stimulating his prostate. He almost came right then, gasping loudly. He moaned, but tensed up again, and she removed it.

Her hand slipped lower, between his spread thighs, delicately smoothing the oil into his sack. Then she worked lower, massaging his calves and even his feet. Her fingers slipped under him, spreading the oil onto the front of his legs. He wanted to fuck her, he was so close to cumming, but he just laid there, trying not to.

Then she began with her mouth, and he squeezed his eyes shut as goose bumps ran across his body, despite the warmth of the room. He felt the wetness, and the soft flicking and licking of her tongue as it traveled down his spine. She came back up, sucking his ears and the back of his neck. He tried to turn over then, begging her to please, make him cum. But she didn't let him, whispering in his ear, "Not yet... " while she still sat on his legs.

She climbed off and licked him all over, running her tongue over his legs and his hips. Finally she let him roll on his back, and he gripped his pulsating cock, ready to aim it into her.

But she just smiled, and instead went down, kissing his chest and licking up all the lotion she had put on him. He breathed so hard, rapidly. He groaned in frustration, as her mouth traveled downward, and downward past his aching groin to his thighs. She licked his thighs, and his knees, his slight leg hair sticking to him with the oil. He slid downward, desperately trying to get his dick to her mouth. But she went downward too, teasing, to the end of the king sized bed, and still kept kissing his calves. His heart pounding in his ears, he begged her, please.