S is for SEX

  Prior to the kiss, I couldn’t for the life of me recall the last time I actually kissed a woman. As our tongues fought for possession of the space our combined mouths created, I knew one thing for certain.

  I’d never forget this kiss.

  And I didn’t want it to end.

  As the weight of her upper body shifted on top of my chest, she lifted herself by pressing her hands into the bed. Her breasts now lightly brushing against my chest as she straddled my torso, I pulled my lips away for a much needed breath.

  As I attempted to focus on her face, I brushed her hair from her face, and over her shoulder.

  “I just needed to take a breath. My lung…”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe we should stop,” she sighed.

  “No. No, we don’t need to stop, I just needed to…to take a breather. You might want to shift your weight a little lower. Move your hips down on my hips, and keep your little butt off my stomach. It’ll be less painful. You were sitting on me. Just lay on me,” I groaned.

  As she shifted her weight and repositioned herself, she lowered her mouth to meet mine. As we began to kiss again, my mind filled with emotions I never knew existed. Feeling as if I wanted to cry, laugh, and scream for joy at the same time, I continued to kiss her eagerly. As I felt her weight against my hips, I realized, much to my surprise, my cock was steadily rising against my very low resistance sweat pants. I felt like I was in high school again.

  Well, that’s a first.

  Somewhat embarrassed and hoping I could convince it to recede - at least for a while - I attempted to think of anything but Sydney. As she continued to be the aggressor, kissing me passionately, I realized my attempts were not only feeble, but quite unsuccessful. When our lips finally parted for another much needed breath, she lifted her weight from my chest completely.

  Now sitting on my upper thighs with her arms dangling at her sides, she gazed into my eyes and grinned.

  “We’re together, right?”

  Somewhat confused, and still reeling from a whirlwind of emotions, I pressed my elbows into the bed until my shoulders lifted slightly from the comforter. “Say again?”

  “You and me? We’re together, right?” she said as she began to fumble nervously with the bottom of her tee shirt.

  “Oh, yeah. Absolutely,” I nodded.

  “No one else?” she said.

  “No. Hell no, I want you to know…”

  She leaned forward and pressed her index finger against my lips. “Shhh. That’s all I needed to know. Lean back.”

  She lifted her shirt over her head, unclasped her bra, and tossed both on the floor beside the bed. As my cock continued to test the tensile strength of the cotton fabric of my sweats, I watched as she gripped the waistband and pulled them to my thighs. As my cock popped out of the sweats and stood at full attention, she shifted her eyes from my face to my cock, and back.

  “Wow,” she gasped.

  “That’s all I’ve got. Wow.” She chuckled as she reached down and gripped the shaft in her hand.

  She slid her body along my legs until her boobs were pressing against my knees, and her blonde hair was draped over my hips. I could feel her warm breath against the tip of my pre-cum covered cock as she spoke.

  “I’m far from a virgin, and I’m not even going to act like this is the first cock I’ve ever sucked, but I can tell you this.” She paused and licked the tip of my twitching cock.

  “If you grab my head and try to force it down my throat, it’ll be the last.” She gripped my cock in her hand tightly and slapped it against her lips as she waited for my response.

  Incapable of doing much other than staring, I blinked my eyes, considered speaking, and nodded my head once instead.

  “Agreed?” she asked as she slapped it against her lips again.

  I moistened my lips, opened my mouth, and listened as the word absolutely puffed from my lungs.

  She tossed her hair over her shoulder, licked the pre-cum from the tip, and slowly began to slide her full lips along the swollen shaft. As if witnessing a miracle, I watched as she worked her mouth up and down the shaft half a dozen times.

  I attempted to lean forward and reach for her perfectly sculpted breasts. As the pain in my shoulder reminded me of what I’d been through, I fought against it and pressed my elbows into the bed, leaning up into an almost seated position. I slowly slid my hands along my thighs, not wanting to confuse her in any way regarding my intent. As my hands cupped her breasts and my fingers fumbled with her nipples, my breathing immediately changed.

  Surprised, sickened by my lack of performance, and beyond embarrassed that I was reaching climax in a matter of seconds, I considered lifting her head away from my cock. Instead, I released her breasts and pressed my hands firmly into the comforter.

  As the sound of my heavy breathing filled the room, I closed my eyes and arched my back slightly. In tune completely with where my mind, body, and sexual state of arousal was, Sydney began to stroke and suck my cock simultaneously. I closed my eyes as I felt every muscle in my body constrict. My fingers dug into the comforter as I held my breath, attempting unsuccessfully to prolong the experience.

  I opened my eyes and stared as she lifted her mouth from the tip of my throbbing cock, stroked it twice, and smiled a smile of complete and utter satisfaction as she watched a geyser of cum erupt all over my thighs and sweats.

  “Holy…”

  “Fucking…”

  “Shit…” I breathed as I released the comforter from my grasp.

  She gazed into my eyes and smiled. “Sorry. I just, uhhm, I wanted to watch you, you know…cum. I wanted to see it, knowing it was me that did that for you.”

  “Holy shit.” I said. “Sorry I didn’t last longer. I got kind of excited.”

  “Me too,” she said as she leaned over and rolled off the edge of the bed.

  As I watched her tip-toe shirtless to the bathroom, realized just how delicate, sweet, and utterly adorable she actually was. It didn’t in any way change my perception of her, or my opinion of who she was or where we were hopefully going. It did, however, cause me to mentally place her in a category where no one else had ever been placed.

  As Sydney walked from the bathroom with a washrag, I closed my eyes and allowed her to slowly seep into the void in my heart the war had long since left. As she leaned over the bed and kissed my lips lightly, I felt her continue to fill the vacant space. I opened my eyes and admired her beautiful face as our lips parted. For a lingering moment, she silently hovered over me; gazing into my eyes, and smiling the entire time.

  I closed my eyes and grinned.

  I had breathed life into Sydney when I saved her from herself at the bank. In turn, she had breathed life into me in the hospital; the day she whispered in my ear. Both of us acted not for reward or recognition, but out of a natural desire to be kind. One we certainly always possessed, but rarely exhibited toward others.

  “You know,” she said as she wiped the warm cloth over my hips and thighs. “If you have two broken cars, or two broken toys, you can take the two broken objects and make one working one? Like use the pieces from one to fix the other?”

  She paused and held the washcloth in her hand as she waited on my response. Having no idea what point she was trying to make, I smiled and nodded my head.

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “Well,” she paused and wiped the clean side of the washcloth along my sweats, “As individuals, we’re both broken. I think together, maybe we’ll make a complete, unbroken us.”

  “Let’s just take a shower together,” I said as I painfully watched her attempt to clean up the mess I had made.

  She carefully climbed off of me and stood on the floor beside the bed.

  Knowing I had been broken beyond repair for almost a decade, I considered what she had said, and wondered if there was any validity to her statement. Quite possibly, I decided, jointly we could become a couple who was able to be together what we were incapable of being independently
. Combined, it would stand to reason we would be at least twice what we were as individuals.

  “It makes sense. You know, what you said a second ago.” I paused and raised my hand to my chin.

  “Unbreak me, Sydney,” I said as I stood.

  She stopped walking, turned, and looked over her shoulder. After an awkward pause, she smiled.

  “Let me,” she said over her shoulder.

  As she held her pose and waited for me to respond, I admired her every feature. Slowly, I felt her fill what little void remained; completely.

  “I am,” I said.

  As simple as it sounded and as complex as it seemed, I knew she was slowly doing just that.

  Unbreaking me.

  SYDNEY

  I pulled my mouth from his cock, licked the tip, and continued to stroke it with my right hand. I reached down with my left hand and slid my middle finger along my pussy and held it in the air for him to see. Although I needed no confirmation, my glistening finger provided it. I was completely soaked. As my heart began to race even more, I shifted my gaze from my finger up and into his eyes.

  “You make me so wet. Just stand there. Don’t move,” I said as I stood from my knees.

  He stood with his back to the wall, and gripped his rigid cock in his hand.

  “You might have to bend your knees a little, but I’ll do all the work,” I said eagerly as I bent over in front of him and rested my hands on my thighs.

  As I attempted to back up into the tip of his cock, his hands gripped my hips and guided me in for a perfect landing. Although I knew the thirty minutes of kissing, a half-assed blowjob, and my wandering mind had me beyond ready from a lubrication standpoint, the size of his massive cock and the fact my pussy was absolutely tiny left me wondering just what complications we might encounter from a physical standpoint. No matter what they may be, I was willing to try and work through them. I eagerly reached between my legs and guided the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy lips. As the tip began to penetrate me, I opened my mouth and groaned.

  “Oh God. Take…it…slow,” I gasped.

  Without responding, he slowly slid his cock from inside me. What little relief I felt was immediately followed by disappointment. I wanted it back inside me. Before I had a chance to release my lower lip and speak, he slowly began to slide it in. I bit into my lip a little more and rolled my eyes back so far it hurt.

  Although every woman who enjoys sex wishes for her man to be well endowed, we all have our limits. Although no one in their right mind wants a man with a dick the size of a Vienna sausage, one the size of a baseball bat is even more useless. The best, I suppose, would be to have a man with the largest possible cock that would eventually fit, and slowly work it into place.

  Cambio’s cock was the size of my wrist, and without a doubt, had a few inches that would never see any action inside of me, regardless of our efforts. As I rocked back and forth on my heels, slowly working my ass closer and closer to his hips, he began to moan. I continued to bite my lip, breathe through my nose, and refused to forfeit the fight.

  “Holy fuck you’re tight,” he groaned.

  I might have a tight pussy, but unless he was fucking a Hippopotamus, his cock would completely fill any pussy he attempted to shove it into. As I finally found a rhythm that seemed to work, I felt myself relax slightly. Things were beginning to come together. I released my lower lip, continued to buck my hips back and forth, and spoke my mind.

  “Your…cock’s…huge,” I said between my choppy breaths.

  “It feels like…I’m being fist-fucked…by a midget,” I groaned.

  “Okay, I didn’t need to hear that,” he said.

  “Just…take it…slow,” he said.

  I sighed. “I’m good now.”

  As I continued to work my hips back forth, his cock began to slide in and out without much discomfort. In fact, it felt incredible. After about the third full stroke, I relaxed with him fully inside of me and had an orgasm beyond compare. By anyone’s account, I had lasted roughly as long full of his throbbing shaft as he did when I sucked his cock. For that reason, and that reason alone, I felt no need to advertise what I had done. After relishing in the feeling of having a much needed orgasm and regaining my sexual composure, I began to rock back and forth on my heels. Although this method seemed much less sensual, and a little more boring, it suited me; at least for now.

  After a few quiet moments of slowly rocking back and forth, I felt proud I had lasted for a length of time without having another orgasm. With my mind fixed in the feeling, and my body becoming accustomed to the feeling, his cock, and the entire sexual situation, I felt as if I might last long enough to make him reach climax. Still bent over and teetering on the balls of my feet, I opened my eyes and exhaled.

  A hand slapped against my thigh, slid upward, and gripped my hip.

  A hand gripped my other hip.

  Oh shit…

  He slowly pulled me backward, until my ass pressed against his hips.

  “Fuck this shit, I’m done dicking around,” he said.

  “Okay…” I squeaked.

  Sorry, I thought I was doing pretty good.

  He forced himself in and out of me, but not without using some caution. I bit my lip again. The momentum of his thrusts increased with each stroke. I braced my hands firmly against my knees as my eyes bulged and my lower lip became my own personal chew toy. His cock began to hit spots inside of me I had no idea even existed.

  Good spots.

  My legs began to shake. My knees felt like rubber. One of his hands began to fondle my right boob. His fingers found their way to my nipple. Twisting it in between his forefinger and thumb, a tingling sensation shot between my nipple and hyper sensitive clit. I felt his cock began to swell inside me.

  Oh dear God, that feels unbelievable.

  As his swollen cock continued to slide in and out of my sopping wet pussy, the sound of our flesh on flesh began to resonate through the room. To me, there was nothing sexier sounding than skin slapping skin. I felt my pussy begin to contract into an orgasm. As he must have sensed my point of climactic bliss, he held his cock in place as I exploded into a thousand little pieces of what the fuck just happened.

  My body shaking and my pussy convulsing, the orgasm lasted for an eternity. His cock somehow swelled a little more. Shocked that I could actually feel it, my eyes widened and I began to shake. My hands slipped from my knees and onto the floor.

  As I felt his cock pulse inside of me, filling me with his warm cum, one last surge of climactic heaven filled my soul.

  “Oh my God, that….was…incredible,” I said as I attempted to stand on shaky legs.

  “That was far more than incredible. Holy shit,” he gasped.

  “What?” I grinned.

  “Nothing…” he said.

  I did my best to turn and look over my shoulder. His face was covered with a smile. A smile I had yet to see. A smile that not only covered his face, but one that exuded even from his eyes. He raised his hands to his face and pressed his palms into his cheeks.

  “No, what?” I asked.

  His breathing still slightly labored, he exhaled a breath. Along with it came his thoughts. “I just really like you.”

  I shifted my gaze to the floor and stared down at the carpet as I felt his cock begin to become flaccid inside of me.

  “I passed that stage a long fucking time ago…” I said flatly.

  As I chuckled to myself for my quick witted nature in quoting what he had said earlier, I realized I had truly reached the point of no return.

  I reached between my legs with my right hand as I pulled myself away from him. As I cupped my hand against my pussy, holding the proof of his satisfaction inside of me, I turned to face the man I loved. With still shaking legs, I looked up and smiled.

  He released his cheeks, placed his hands against my face, and bent at his waist. After a long, sensual, much needed kiss, our lips parted. He gazed into my eyes and blinked. He pulled my f
ace to his, kissing me again passionately. My head began to spin and my mind reeled as the tension inside of me built. Again, our lips parted.

  He gazed into my eyes for a long moment.

  “What?’ I breathed.

  He pulled my face to his and again kissed me passionately. Lost in the kiss, I began to feel as if I had been lifted from my feet and was floating in the space before him. I had never been kissed the way he kissed me. I had never felt the feelings I was feeling. This, to me, was completely and utterly new. As our lips parted, I fought for my next breath. I gazed into his eyes.

  He narrowed his gaze as his mouth curled into a smile. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Sydney.”

  Falling in love?

  I passed that stage a long fucking time ago.

  TOAD

  I had never stepped into a day expecting it to be any different than any other day. A particular date, month, or year didn’t reserve a special place in my heart or on my calendar. For me to determine if a day was special, it had to end first, and as I reflected on the events of the day, I placed a value on it. Holidays, birthdays, or days of the week were simply days, regardless of their position within a week, month, or year. Any of them could end up great, mediocre, or just plain awful.

  “I was thinking maybe we could go over to the pizza place or something,” Sydney said.

  “And I was thinking we’d stay here and…”

  I leaned into her and kissed her neck. I had minimal experience kissing, touching, or even caring about a woman until I met Sydney. Now, based on her comments and expression about what she liked and disliked, I truly looked forward to satisfying her sexually as well as sensually.

  As I gripped her upper arms lightly in my hands and continued to press my face into her neck and kiss her aggressively, goosebumps rose along her arms. I lightly began to nibble along her heck until I reached her shoulder. As I softly kissed and licked the base of her neck, she sighed and shook her arms.

  “Forget the pizza, keep doing that,” she said as she exhaled audibly.