Chapter 20

After a wonderful Italian dinner, we got in the car and drove to the city. Kristen had made special arrangements for the two of us for the night before my birthday. My only desire was that I wanted something romantic; aside from that, I would allow her to surprise me.

We continued making small talk and discussing our families with one another as Kristen drover her Camaro towards the city. The time seemed to just fly; I loved just being with my lovely blonde Goddess.

After we got into the city, Kristen drove to a beautiful high-rise luxury hotel. There wasn't any parking (although there were parking garages nearby), but that didn't seem to faze her at all. Kristen simply pulled up to the lobby entrance of the hotel, and when a uniformed doorman walked toward us (Kristen told me he was the concierge), she simply handed him a bill and told him she'd pick the car up tomorrow morning at seven.

"Certainly, Miss Swift," the concierge said, obviously knowing Kristen on sight.

Kristen turned toward me and smiled. "My daddy holds a few conferences here, and he allows me to hang out sometimes."

I don't exactly know why she was telling me these things. We both knew that Kristen's family ran in different circles than mine did, and it hadn't yet become any point of contention between us. I think it was that Kristen wanted to make it a point for the both of us to get more comfortable in each other's worlds. As it was, when the two of us were in my world (like in the music room at school), Kristen would let me take the lead. Similarly, when we were in Kristen's world, she would be the one to take charge. It's an arrangement that seemed to suit the two of us pretty well.

I smiled at Kristen and said, "Do your thing, Goddess."

"You're sweet!" Kristen smiled, dimpling her cheeks and crinkling her nose. We got out of the car. She left the keys in the car and I went to get the bags out of the trunk. The concierge took the bags for me, and a young bellhop took the Camaro and carefully drove it away.

Inside the hotel, the front desk already had Kristen's paperwork ready, along with a couple of keys. Kristen handed her American Express card to the desk clerk, and signed her name on a receipt. The entire process took about thirty seconds. A bellhop took the keys, and escorted the two of us into the elevator.

I was very impressed with the service we were getting. My only experience with motels (Holiday Inns, Days Inns, etc. with my parents) had been a totally different experience.

Kristen did not make any attempt to hide her identity. She was obviously known to many people there. And anybody knowing her or her father father would probably know that she was only seventeen years old. Anybody looking at me could probably tell that I was a minor as well. But no such notice was made, at least not in our presence. The two of us were treated as royalty would. It felt nice.

Another bellhop had taken our luggage from the concierge, and escorted us to our room, opening the door with one of our keys. The door opened into a foyer about the size of the one at my house, which led into a very opulent living room, complete with television.

There was also a kitchenette that included what Kristen called a "mini bar" (a small refrigerator containing all kinds of liquors and mixers, some candy, nuts, and other stuff). Kristen told me that the housekeeper would figure out whatever we took from the mini bar and add the cost to our bill.

There were two bedrooms attached to the living room. The master bedroom was the only one I remember nowadays, since we didn't spend any time in the other one. That master bedroom was large and had a king size bed in it. Through the bedroom was a bathroom that had a sunken bathtub with nozzles on it that I recognized as being jets for a hot tub. There was a separate shower, and other bathroom fixtures.

Kristen handed the bellhop some money, and he gave us the keys, thanked us, and he left us to ourselves.

Back in the living room, I noticed that the cocktail table had a bucket full of ice with a bottle of French Champagne on it with a note that read "Compliments of the Staff."

"So, what do you think, Jim?" Kristen asked.

I moved over to my little blonde Goddess and swept her into a kiss. "It's as romantic as you had promised."

Kristen giggled as we kissed. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

I wondered what other surprises that Kristen would have in store tonight.

Kristen showed me how to open a bottle of Champagne. She held the bottle near the bottom, instructing me "never hold the bottle by the neck!" She removed the foil and a wire contraption from on top of the cork, and then used a towel from a drawer to drape over the cork, and slowly worked it up. I grinned; it almost looked like she was giving the bottle a hand job! The cork finally let go, not with a loud "POP" as I had expected, but with a small "poof" instead.

Kristen handed me the bottle and showed me the fluted Champagne glasses, asking me to pour for the two of us.

I did so, holding the bottle near the bottom as Kristen had shown me. As I was pouring, Kristen went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her, a clear sign that she wanted to be alone for whatever else she had planned. I heard the water start in the bathtub, and also some movement as Kristen did who-knows-what in the bedroom.

The bedroom door opened, and Kristen emerged, wearing a luxurious terry robe that had the name of the hotel emblazoned on it. She smiled one of her killer smiles at me, and told me to undress and get into the other robe that was in the closet in the bedroom.

I obeyed the Goddess, and went into the room. In the closet, I found Kristen's outfit that she had worn earlier that day hanging up. Next to it in the closet was a terry robe, identical to Kristen's in every way except there was no way my body would fill it out as nicely as Kristen's could.

I quickly undressed, and hung up my slacks and shirt, trying to make my clothes look as neat as Kristen's outfit. I wasn't quite successful, but I did try.

Kristen called after me. "What's taking you so long, stud?"

"Just trying to keep things neat," I said.

"Can you check the water level? It needs to get just above the jet nozzles."

"Yes, Goddess!"

"Sweet!" Kristen called back.

The water level was at the middle of the highest nozzle. I waited another minute or so, until the water level was exactly where Kristen had told me to turn off the water. I did so.

The proximity of the water had its typical effect on me, so I used the toilet (there was no "Sanitized for your protection" strip, I noticed).

I finally came out of the bathroom, passed through the bedroom around the large bed, and exited into the living room. Kristen had managed to find a plate of strawberries, as well as another plate with some wedge of a dark yellow Swiss cheese with a cheese knife.

"Ready for a snack?" Kristen asked, picking up the tray.

"Uh, huh!" I said, moving toward her and kissing her. "Yummy!"

"Not me, stud! We have strawberries and cheese! A place like this has the best," Kristen said. "And look at the size and color of these strawberries!"

Those strawberries were indeed huge and deep red.

I picked one of the berries from Kristen's tray. Before I could pop it into my mouth, Kristen said, "First, a toast!"

"All right," I said, picking up the two flutes. I waited until Kristen put down the plates, and handed her a glass.

Kristen said, "Here's to a happy birthday, Jim. To the end of one era, and the beginning of a new one!"

I asked, "End of an era?"

Kristen smiled. "End of a virgin era for you, and the beginning of a new era for the two of us!"

I smiled, and decided to make a toast myself. "And here's to a lovely evening for me and the prettiest girl in the world!"

Kristen's cheek's dimpled as she took the compliment. The two of us clinked glasses, and I was about to sip my glass when Kristen stopped me.

"Bite the strawberry first," Kristen suggested.

I did so, and watched Kristen nibble hers as well.

The two of us then sipped our Champagne.

I had never tasted Champagne, although I had drank beer and wine before. I had expected Champagne to taste sort of like a cross between a white wine and a beer (due to the color and the bubbles). The taste, however, was much different than I had expected, and it was very delicious. The tartness of the strawberry seemed to merge nicely with the luscious taste of the Champagne.

I tried to just sip my Champagne, but didn't do very well. Somehow, the glass managed to empty itself surprisingly quickly. I went to get the bottle to "top off" the empty glass, but Kristen put her hand gently on mine, saying, "That's the quickest way to a headache, honey," smiling as she said that.

I smiled back at the love of my life. The moment needed the perfect turn of a phrase to show the Goddess how suave and debonair that I was. "OK, honey. Wanna fuck?" (I can be so romantic!)

"Oh, Rhett?" Kristen said in a breathless, southern voice, waving an imaginary fan to her face. "I do declay-are... Yo language!"

So much for the direct approach. I lacked Kristen's obvious ability with dialects, and there was no way I could muster a decent Clark Gable impression. Besides, I DID give a damn! "So... how about some heavy petting?"

"Oh, sugah!" Kristen said, still using her Scarlett O'Hara accent. "Yo make me simply wet my pantays!"

The two of us put our Champagne flutes down, and we met in an embrace. I'm not exactly sure which of us led the other into the bedroom, but we quickly ended up on that enormous bed, rubbing our robed bodies together, our mouths hungrily kissing each other. Now, we were getting somewhere!

Kristen's perfume turned our kiss into one of her erection specials. She squealed when she felt my reaction, and quickly lowered herself so that she was curled at my feet, wrapping my erection with her lips. I groaned with the rapture of her lazy suction, and also with the frustration at not being able to reach her body to reciprocate.

In fact, I tried to move myself on the huge bed in order to get better access to my lovely's body, but I felt a slight nibble as Kristen bared her teeth to telegraph her displeasure at my attempt to move. Apparently, the Goddess was going to be in complete control of this particular session. I wasn't complaining, but I really loved touching, kissing, and licking her as much as she loved sucking me.

Not having anything important to do, I simply closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations that Kristen was generating with her talented tongue and lips. It was amazing at the amount of nerve endings that Kristen could stimulate with such an apparently effortless technique. I knew that her technique was anything but effortless, but she made what she did look so simple; she was really quite happy just suckling me for hours on end.

I think we were in the bedroom for an hour and a half. Kristen had brought me close to the point of release, but not over it, shifting from heavy suction back to hardly any suction at all as she felt my reactions. It was maddening, but I had done much the same thing to Kristen on previous occasions, and she was only giving me a taste of my own medicine.

I was in seventh heaven, until we were interrupted with a knock. "ROOM SERVICE!"

I looked down at Kristen. "Did you order room service?"

Kristen dropped my cock from her mouth. "Yup. I'll be right back, Sweetie!"

I watched in stunned silence as Kristen jumped up, tied her robe tighter, and exited the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

I looked at my erection poking up from my robe. I knew that a quick stroke or two on my own part would be able to force my release, but that would be cheating Kristen out of the fluid she still had cravings for.

I smiled as I thought of Kristen, moving about in only her robe, interacting with the room service person. I wondered about his reaction to seeing Kristen's beautiful countenance looking so sexy. If anything, my erection grew even more, if that was possible.

It took a couple of minutes for the service to be prepared. I heard Kristen thank whomever it was that had delivered the food, and I heard her be thanked back. A few seconds later, there was the sound of a door closing, followed by some more rustling as Kristen made some last minute preparations.

Finally, I heard my Goddess call out, "Dinner is served, Sweetie! Come and get it!"

What did she mean by that second part? If there was anything I would like to "come and get," it was the lovely Goddess herself. However, she had promised me a romantic night, and I was willing to let her do things at her own pace.

There was a feast awaiting me when I came out of the bedroom. The living room now had a dining room table set up, probably while the waiter was here. The room was dimly lit, and there were two white candles on the table. There was a bouquet of roses and other flowers in the middle as a centerpiece, and two place settings at right angles to one another so that we could be sitting as close as possible while dining. The place settings included two covered dishes, and two rather large empty bowls.

I only glanced quickly at the dining room table, though. Standing next to it was the real feast: my beloved Kristen. She opened up her robe and was now revealing a pink lingerie outfit that had me panting in response. The main part of the outfit was what I would later learn was called a "teddy" and was made of light pink lace. It had straps coming down from her shoulders to the sides of her bra cups, which were a bit smaller than those of the normal bras that Kristen normally wore.

The material over her breasts seemed twice as thick as the rest of the outfit, concealing Kristen's dark aureolae. Kristen's breasts seemed to jut out more when she wore this particular piece of lingerie.

Below the bra part, the material was quite sheer, allowing me to see Kristen's lovely skin underneath. The material had a repeating rose pattern etched into the lace and the material was so sheer that her belly button was quite visible. Underneath, she wore a matching pair of panties, sheer enough that I could even see her faint, light pubes through them quite easily.

In addition to the teddy and panties, Kristen was wearing two stockings of matching color and material to the panties and teddy that ran up to her mid-thighs. I know for a fact that Kristen had not been wearing those stockings when we had been playing around on the bed... had she put them on in the living room?

I also noticed that Kristen was now wearing gold earrings that she hadn't been wearing earlier as well, consisting of dangling strings of pink and white stones, as well as a necklace that matched the earrings. Again, I don't believe she had these on when we were in the bedroom.

Kristen knew where my attention was, and gave me a "come hither" smile and said, "You like?" as she held her right hand up in the air in a model's pose. My beautiful blonde Goddess could make a statue melt in a swoon.

I whistled in appreciation, moving closer to her as she continued to beckon toward me. As I went to hug her, Kristen pushed the lapels of my robe over my shoulders, causing the loosely tied garment to puddle on the floor.

Kristen's saw my rock-hard cock and smiled at me in return. The two of us hugged tightly, and I felt the smoothness of Kristen's lace outfit against my skin.

Kristen broke off the hug, gesturing toward the dining room table. "Time to eat, lover!"

I gave Kristen my best leer, and bent down as if I was going to ravish her right here and now. Kristen giggled in response, "Not me, sweetie! At least, not yet. The table! And put your robe back on."

I bent down and put on the robe. Kristen tied hers around her lovely body, hiding the sexy outfit she was wearing. I could still see her pink stockings below the hem of the robe, which served as a reminder of the sexy delights that the robe was now hiding.

Kristen lifted the covers from the dishes on the table, and there were two huge Maine lobsters on those plates. I had eaten lobster on a couple of occasions, but these were a bit larger than any I had ever had, probably just shy of two pounds each. I now realized that the bowls on the table were for the shells of the lobsters.

"Let's eat," Kristen repeated, seeing me standing there with my mouth open. She started to move toward a chair. I suddenly came out of my surprised reverie, and moved quickly to pull the chair out for Kristen, who gave me one of her sweetest smiles, and a sexy bat of her eyelashes, as a thank you.

Near Kristen's plate was a lobster bib, and I grinned as I picked it up and tied it around her lovely neck. "I don't want that pink thing to get ruined," I said, jokingly. I kissed Kristen on the back of her neck, and she gave me an appreciative "Hmmm" in response.

I took my seat, and clumsily put on my own lobster bib.

During our lobster meal, we talked a bit. I told her how delicious the lobster was as I dipped the large claw meat into a bowl full of melted butter, and Kristen described one of her vacations when she, her brother, and her parents took a two-week trip to Martha's Vineyard and had lobster just about every day.

I wasn't that hungry, but I managed to make short work of the two claws and the lobster tail.

Kristen enjoyed the bright green stuff from the center of the lobster, calling it the "tomalley" and telling me how delicious it was. I tried a bit from mine, and figured that it must be an acquired taste. I smiled at her after eating it, though, not wanting her to think that I didn't enjoy it as well.

All through the meal, Kristen was promising me a great dessert and that I better save some room for it. The lobster that I ate was quite filling, and I just picked at the baked potato that accompanied it, so I wouldn't get too full.

When it was apparent that the two of us were finished with our lobsters, we sat and talked. I was waiting to see what Kristen planned for dessert.

After about ten minutes of waiting, I just couldn't stand it anymore. "So," I said, a little frustrated. "What is it that I'm having for dessert?"

Kristen got up from her chair, and pulled off her lobster bib in a single motion. "I thought you'd never ask!" Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled at me. "You're having me for dessert. Now, take my fucking robe off, and let's head to the bedroom!"

I didn't need to be told twice.

In the bedroom, I found out that the bed wasn't our destination. Instead, Kristen led me into the bathroom, and into the bathtub. "Time to get clean... so we can get really dirty later!"

Kristen carefully rolled down her stockings, and then slowly pulled off her teddy, making me wish that she had asked me to undress her--I would have gladly done so, even to the point of ripping them off with my teeth. She then sat on top of the toilet lid, completely nude, with her legs opened wide. I was treated to a magnificent view of her delightful crotch, and watched as she started lightly rubbing herself.

I was hornier than the brass section in my high school band. I started to approach Kristen, but she said, "Nah, uh!" and waggled her left index finger at me, indicating that I was only to watch.

Kristen continued to touch herself tenderly and lightly, and I could see her slit start to get moist in response. I had watched females masturbate for me on other occasions, but Kristen had a look of wanton sexuality and bliss on her face that made me realize that I was watching something a bit different this time.

My erection was so hard that I was almost in pain. Unbidden, my hand started to touch myself, just rubbing my right ring finger on the underside of my penis, sending waves of pleasure through my brain. Kristen smiled at me and nodded, her eyes closed into slits. I knew she was watching me.

I watched Kristen continue to pleasure herself, and encouraged by Kristen, I started to rub myself a bit harder, trying to maintain the same tempo on my shaft that Kristen was doing on her slit. We continued for about a minute.

"Jim, dear..." Kristen said, her voice sounding distant.

I smiled. Was Kristen asking me to come closer and bring her off? "Yes, Goddess?"

"I just wanted you to know..." Kristen said, lazily. "That if you make yourself come like this, it will be the only time you'll come tonight. And that's a fucking promise!"

It took a few seconds for Kristen's words to sink in. I froze, realizing that I had been pretty close to orgasm, and I let out an involuntary groan. Kristen smiled, her eyes now glassy with a look of satisfaction in them, and I knew that the Goddess had won yet another round in her attempt to keep me quite aroused.

It was a bit of a struggle. I had almost reached the point of no return. But I managed to calm myself down, squeezing my shaft hard so that nothing would accidentally seep out. "I thought we were going to get cleaned up," I finally managed to say in a mostly normal voice.

"I'm waiting for you to go in first," Kristen said, continuing to play with herself in that maddeningly slow tempo of hers.

My eyes were still glued to Kristen and her shameless display, but I realized that just watching her wasn't going to ease my suffering one bit.

I finally stepped into the bathtub, the water feeling surprisingly warm, and stretched out, the back of my head just touching the surface of the water, and my legs stretched out, not quite touching the other side of the large tub.

I heard Kristen sigh, and she reluctantly got up from the toilet, and headed into the bathtub as well, taking the opposite side of the tub.

Kristen was sitting mostly on my ankles, and her toes were about two inches from my ribs. I watched Kristen leisurely lick her index finger, the one that had been in her most private place just moments before. She took a while, licking up and down the finger, and even the little valley between the index finger and her middle finger, and then started up the middle finger.

My dick was getting impatient, watching Kristen's talented mouth tease me yet again.

I didn't think that I could get the same rise out of Kristen by sucking my own fingers, so I did the next best thing: I reached down and pulled Kristen's calves toward me, the movement surprising her a bit, but she mnved her feet closer to me. I then pulled the calf that was on my right upward until her big toe was in front of my face.

I started licking Kristen's big toe. I licked it like a kid would lick a Popsicle, using more or less the same sort of strokes that Kristen had been using on her fingers.

Looking at Kristen, I saw her eyes wide in surprise as I licked her. She had stopped tantalizing me with her now-forgotten licking, as she seemed to be enjoying my attentions. Encouraged, I continued, moving from the big toe slowly down to her little toe, and then starting back, this time actually sucking her dainty little toes.

Before I reached the big toe again, I heard Kristen moan in pleasure. I was amused... she was getting off while I sucked her toes?

I could feel Kristen rub her crotch up and down on my ankles. I was amazed... she was actually grinding herself. "Kristen dear..." I said, trying to stifle a giggle. "I just wanted you to know that if you make yourself come, this will be the only time you come tonight!"

Kristen looked at me sharply, and then the two of us ended up giggling uncontrollably. I took the opportunity to replace the foot on my right with Kristen's other foot, and started my licking on the new target.

"That feels... sexy," Kristen breathed.

I didn't answer, but continued to lavish attention on her toes. I decided that if Kristen liked this as much as she seemed to, this would become a fun part of our repertoire together.

Having satisfied both feet, I decided that Kristen was now ready for some real action. I sat up, moving myself closer to the middle of the tub. At the same time, I had manipulated both of Kristen's legs so that they were both bent at the knees behind my back. My head was now between her legs, the petals of her flower within easy reach.

I moved closer to her crotch, and moved my hands under her delightful ass to give her additional support. I started lapping at her delicious slit, moving my tongue up and down, trying to maintain the same tempo that Kristen had been using on herself just before on the toilet.

After a couple of minutes of teasing, I started to focus my attention to her clitoris, which had protruded from the folds of skin where it had first been hiding.

Kristen was getting close. Her breathing was getting shallow and she started moaning. Her crotch was pressing into my face. These were all signs that I was familiar with.

Remembering a surprise that Kristen had given me a while back, I decided to see its effect on Kristen. My hands were still underneath her butt, but Kristen was supporting her body mostly from her legs that she had wrapped around my shoulders. Since my hand was already underwater, I started to rub Kristen's butt with both hands, helping her drive her crotch into my face. I increased pressure of my tongue against her clit. I knew she was getting extremely close.

My right index finger rubbed along the slit in Kristen's ass, fueling her burgeoning fire. However, now that I had figured out my trajectory, I suddenly forced my index finger into the pucker of Kristen's anus, eliciting a "Whoop!" from a surprised Kristen, and the involuntary mashing of her crotch hard against my face. I moved my head back a bit to prevent Kristen from getting hurt, but I also continued to push my index finger inward.

Kristen was now over the edge. "Aaaahhh!" she called out, and I felt a bit of a warm stream squirt quickly onto the middle of my tongue. Kristen thrashed up and down, left and right, but I managed to keep my face against her crotch, my tongue continuing to torture her overtaxed clit.

After about a minute, Kristen's orgasm showed no signs of abating. I was now moving my index finger up and down within her butt, and had started moving my tongue from her clit into her cunt hole, pushing my tongue as far in as I could manage.

I felt Kristen's legs start to squeeze around my face, and I realized that Kristen might be at that point that Patty had warned me about--how a girl could be quite sensitive immediately after an orgasm.

Reluctantly, I abated my activities, allowing Kristen to come down from her meteoric high.

It took about three minutes for Kristen to calm down. She was breathing heavily, her lovely breasts moving up and down. I watched their hypnotic rhythm, and by now had stopped my teasing of her sensitive genitalia.

Finally, Kristen caught her breath, and said, "Are you still hard?"

"Um, yeah... A show like that makes it kind of difficult to... um... get soft..."

Kristen started to reposition herself, moving her legs down from my shoulders and down behind my back. I was still in a seated position, and Kristen slid herself so that her crotch was now between my thighs, and our bodies very close together.

"Kiss me, lover!" Kristen begged.

Eager to please, I kissed the Goddess, and felt her hand encircle my organ. She started jacking me up and down, and I started to once again enjoy her tender ministrations.

Kristen pulled me toward her with her one free hand, and I pulled her toward me as well, deepening our kiss. Then she wiggled her body a few times, and she jerked my cock toward her, and I suddenly felt a sheaf of warmth descend upon my dick.

My mouth opened in surprise as I realized that Kristen had just slid down onto my cock. I was inside her; the Goddess and I were one!

I felt Kristen move upward, as she leveraged her feet to gain purchase. After a few seconds, she relaxed herself, plunging down once again on my shaft. Her movements became regular, and it felt like I had one gigantic, soft, warm, and slippery hand, jacking me up and down in a tortuous cadence.

We were fucking! My Goddess and I were actually fucking... balling... screwing... ! No... that wasn't it at all. I mean, yes, we were fucking, but it was more than that. We were Making Love!

I started thrusting my hips in time with Kristen's beat, and I opened my eyes and saw my Goddess looking at me. We broke our kiss, and we whispered simultaneously to one another, "I love you!"

I started flexing my hips harder, and Kristen did the same from her end. I had enjoyed oral sex over the past few weeks, and I couldn't imagine feeling anything nicer than having Kristen suck me, and now, I was face to face with the Goddess, the two of us making passionate love together.

Kristen's breasts were above the water, and I moved my head down and kissed one of her dark aureolae, licking around her nipple. Kristen reciprocated by licking my ear, her hot breath adding an auditory sensory overload to my overworked mind.

Our rhythm went from fast and hard to slow and gentle. We seemed to sense each other's desires and moods, trying to lengthen the moment. Our bodies squirmed together, our fingers played with each other's breasts, faces, and our mouths kissing available features of each other.