Some Things Are Meant to Be
Copyright© 2009 by HLD
Chapter 6
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Who was that one girl everyone in your high school was in love with? What would you do if you ran into her a lifetime later? This is the first of a two-part story that concludes with "I Want To Be In Love".
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Interracial White Male Oriental Female
We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled up in the bed. I found out she was a post-coital conversationalist. My theory is that the endorphins in her brain triggered by sex also caused her to forget about her worries.
The two of us relived some of our high school days and talked about our lives currently.
I confessed the crush I had on her since about 7th grade. She wished she had spent more time with her friends than studying. We laughed as we shared our memories and wistfully talked about our dreams. Our conversation wandered, eventually turned to sex. I was, after all, still inside her.
"So what's one of your sexual fantasies?" she asked.
"A three-way with you and Melinda Dransfield," I braced myself for the barrage of tickling and pinching.
"It's the tits, isn't it?" Although there was a teasing tone in her voice, I also detected a hint of insecurity.
"Not really," I shrugged. Melinda was never the prettiest girl in our class. But she was the sexiest. Well, the second-sexiest. Very quickly, I changed the subject. "What about you? What's one of your sexual fantasies?"
Melanie thought very hard before answering. "I want to be taken. Hard. I don't want to be dominated ... not in an S&M kind of way."
She paused to take a deep breath.
"My ex ... he never made love to me," she winced. "He would fuck me. He never seemed like he really wanted to be with me. And he was never worried about me ... sexually, ya'know? It's like when you make love to me, I can feel that you want me to cum ... I know that you're not in it just to blow your wad inside me ... And when you ate me out ... He never did that."
I cradled her close to me. In that moment, I wanted to profess my undying love for her. To proclaim that I never wanted to let her go.
But I didn't.
Part of me was afraid of scaring her off. Another part knew that she needed to talk this out.
"I told you I was a virgin when I got married, right?" There was another flash of insecurity in her eyes. "I was saving myself ... because that's what my parents said good Japanese girls did ... I went out with a couple of guys in college. I was serious with a few of them. We were 'everything but' couples. But I never went all the way because I didn't want to disappoint my future husband."
Ever so gently, I rolled off of Melanie and on to my back. She instinctively fell into the crook of my arm, her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my chest.
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