S is for SEX

  “What about Ethan’s parents?” I asked. “He never talks about them.”

  “Oh, crap. I forgot that part. He doesn’t talk to them. Ever. Like never. He hasn’t since he went to prison, and they don’t even live very far from here. Again, I don’t know all of the complexities of it, but he never talks to them. Not even on Christmas,” he gasped.

  Now feeling even more like Ethan and I were cut from the same cloth, I began to wonder what happened between Ethan and his parents. I knew I shouldn’t continue pressing Cade about Ethan’s past, so I didn’t ask any further questions. I decided I would talk with Ethan about it in due time. My focus while I was with Cade needed to be nothing more than Cade and Cade’s needs.

  “I’m sorry, I got off track. I’d love to meet your mother and aunt and I think it’s sweet of you to ask. If we’re not going on a weekend, I’ll need to figure out something with Trent,” I said as I laid my hand over his.

  “It’s an 8-hour drive, so maybe a Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I’ll figure out what works for them, and I guess we’ll go from there,” he said.

  “Okay, just let me know,” I said as I turned toward him

  “Cade?” I asked as I reached up and ran my hand through his hair.

  He grinned and responded. “Yes?”

  “I love you,” I said as I leaned toward him and kissed him softly.

  He gazed my direction, but didn’t speak.

  Okay, don’t say anything.

  As I began to wonder if he’d heard me and chose not to respond, or if he was uncertain of his true feelings, he leaned forward on the couch, turned his body to face me, and began kissing me deeply. He pressed his chest against me, pushing me into the back of the couch, and continued to kiss me aggressively. Kissing Cade seemed so special, and in a short time took my mind to a level of intimacy I hadn’t felt with anything or anyone else. His tongue intertwined with mine and our lips pressed tightly together, my hand began to search up and down his inner thigh. As our lips parted, I gulped a breath, and immediately pressed my lips against his again, all too eager to continue our exploration of each other.

  As we kissed, my hand continued to search up and down his thigh. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and gazed down in his lap. His cock was stiff, and situated along the inner thigh of his other leg. I closed my eyes and sighed consciously as I shifted my hand to his other leg and gripped his cock in my hand.

  “Mmmm,” he moaned as I began to rub against his bulge with the palm of my hand.

  “Take off your pants,” I gasped as our lips parted.

  He looked around the room nervously.

  “Uhhm. In my room?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I snapped back as I jumped from the couch.

  It was barely past 8:00, and Ethan wouldn’t be home until 12:00 or so from what he had said when he left. Sexually speaking, I wanted to make this as memorable as possible for Cade. As I walked toward his room, I tossed clothes to the side with each step I took. As I did my best to walk seductively, I peered over my shoulder toward him. By the time I reached the doorway, I was down to wearing only my panties. Leaning on the doorframe, still short of breath from our kissing, I reached down and pulled my panties off.

  “Get in here,” I demanded as he stood and stared at my nakedness.

  As he walked toward me, picking up every article of clothing I had dropped along the way, he stumbled as he attempted to study me while he bent down each time. When he reached the bedroom, he removed his shirt and tossed all of the clothes into a pile by the door. Still standing in the doorway, I turned into the bedroom and grinned at his unconscious tidy nature. Something about watching him pick up all of the clothes and knowing he was an inherently neat person made me want to fuck him senseless – my way.

  As he reached for his belt, my eyes shifted downward. Immediately, it was apparent he was as excited as I was for this to continue. The bulge in his jeans caught my eye, and shifted my focus from the bigger picture of sex with him to what was between his legs. While he was unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down his legs, I walked to him and pressed my thumb into the waist of his boxer briefs.

  “Turn around,” I breathed as his pants fell to his feet.

  “Huh?’ he muttered.

  “Turn around,” I said as I kicked his jeans toward the pile of clothes.

  Slowly, he rotated in a circle. His very round but extremely small butt was pronounced and shaped perfectly.

  “Your little butt is shaped like a “C”, I love it,” I said as I gripped it in my right hand.

  As I held his butt in my hand, I pressed myself against the bulge in his briefs. He glanced toward me, gazed around the room, and finally fixed his nervous eyes on me again. Seeming a little embarrassed, his gaze appeared to be that of slight uncertainty. Although I wanted to rub myself against his cock, I released his butt from my grasp and stepped away from him.

  “There are no mistakes in sex, Cade. There’s nothing to worry about. Sex with us should always be you and me just having fun and loving each other, okay?” I asked, nodding my head as I finished speaking.

  “Okay,” he said.

  I felt a need to make him comfortable, but had no real idea of how to do so. Now standing a few steps from him, I studied his entire body, gazing up and down his thin muscular frame. His thick hair hung down in his face and he had yet to shave his face, making him seem a little manlier than a typical week day morning.

  “Take off your cute little underwear. Get your cock out,” I demanded.

  Immediately, he reached for his underwear and slid them to mid-thigh. His erection flipped upward as soon as the waist of his shorts cleared the rigid flesh. As he worked the clingy black material of the boxer’s toward his feet, I watched him eagerly.

  “Stroke your cock,” I said as I tossed my head toward him.

  Without thinking, I cocked my hip to the side and placed my hands on my waist as I watched him.

  “Right here? Just stroke it?” he asked sheepishly.

  “Mmmhhhm,” I responded.

  Nervously, he began to stroke his cock as if it was the first time he had it in his hand. Obviously apprehensive, and uncertain of what I wanted or what we were going to do, he continued to slowly stroke his hand back and forth along the shaft of his stiff rod. Gazing blankly beyond me and at the wall, he seemed to be lost. I closed my eyes and smiled for a split second at the thought of him aimlessly stroking his cock.

  “Tell me to suck your cock,” I half chuckled.

  He shifted his eyes from the wall toward me. As our eyes met, he nervously gazed down at his feet. While still studying his toes, he began to stammer.

  “Uhhm. I’d like…I want…Will you put my dick in your mouth?” he muttered.

  “Cade,” I sighed, “You’re more nervous than before. What’s wrong?”

  “Scared? I think I’m scared,” he said as he released his cock and wiped his hand on his thigh.

  I widened my eyes slightly and smiled. “Don’t be. Okay, remember. We’re always going to have fun when we have sex, and anything you want from me, we can do. Anything at all, okay?”

  He nodded his head slowly eventually focusing on his feet. I noticed his level of excitement was fading fast.

  “Cade?”

  “Yeah?” he asked as he glanced up.

  I shook my head and tried to think of a way to make him comfortable. A quick study of the large bedroom produced a fabric overstuffed chair, his bed, a dresser with a television on it, a nightstand and lamp, a desk with a computer monitor and various papers, and his closet. I turned and walked toward the computer.

  “Come here,” I said as I motioned toward the computer.

  I tilted my head toward the monitor. “Turn this puppy on. Get it going.”

  “Uhhm. Okay,” he said with a note of hesitation.

  “I want to show you something,” I said.

  After a few seconds, the monitor was on, and at the Google home page. I reached down and typed the word blowjo
b on the keyboard and pressed the enter key. Multiple suggestions came up on the screen. I clicked the video tab and selected the first video.

  After sliding the cursor along the play slide of the video, I moved it to the middle of the video and allowed it to play for a few seconds. An average looking girl was on her knees giving a well below average blowjob to a rather large dick while a hand held her hair behind her head. Her mouth moved no more than an inch up and down the thick shaft, right below the rim of the head. After ten seconds of the torture, I turned toward Cade and smiled.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  He said.

  “Okay, hold on,” I said as I typed the word facefuck into the search window.

  The fourth option was a facefuck and deepthroat compilation. I clicked it and pressed play. Various women with cocks shoved down their throats gagged and attempted to swallow their respective partner’s entire length. Those who were unable were forced to take as much as possible as their eye liner ran down their faces.

  A quick glance at Cade’s cock revealed his level of excitement.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Uhhm. I mean yeah. Kind of,” he responded as he glanced up from the monitor.

  “Well, your cock likes it,” I laughed as I tossed my head toward his waist.

  I moved the cursor and typed the words slow deepthroat in the search window. I clicked the second video because it said slow deepthroat and eats cum, and the girl looked like she had a mouthful of cock in the preview. After watching the entire video, I turned toward Cade.

  “Did you like that?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it was good,” he breathed.

  I glanced down at his cock. Pointing up at a 45-degree angle, a pre-cum droplet hung from the tip. As I stared down at it, his rigid shaft twitched up and down with excitement. I was beyond wet, but I felt a need to continue for just a few more minutes. I typed rough sex and previewed the options.

  The first, bubble butt Destiny is woken up for rough sex, seemed like a good idea. I pressed play and after a little time scanning, stopped on a portion with her being fucked like she probably should have been in the beginning. Her pink glasses were disgusting, and the video should have been labeled Destiny gets a little cock from behind. Frustrated, I stopped the video and turned to Cade.

  “Well?”

  He nodded eagerly.

  I glanced down at the screen, pressed the back button, and clicked the video labeled Hot nurse Madison Ivy is paid for rough sex.

  Well, if someone’s paying her, he should get his money’s worth, right?

  I pressed the video, and pressed play.

  Although Madison wore white hooker heels for the entire show, she sucked a mean cock, got titty fucked, proved to be extremely limber, obviously enjoyed multiple positions, and even appeared to like it in the ass. All told, Madison was a win.

  My pussy felt like it was on fire. I’d seen enough. I wanted some action, and I wanted it now.

  “Well?” I asked as I glanced down at his cock.

  At an all-time point of rigidity, he seemed a good inch longer than any time I had seen him in the past. The pre-cum dangled from the tip. As I glanced up, his head looked like it was on a swivel, nodding up and down like the head of a child being asked if he wanted more ice cream.

  “Okay,” I sighed. “That was an exercise in awareness. Just be aware, any of what you’ve just seen, I’m okay with. And not just okay with, I love it, okay?”

  He nodded his head as he stared at my tits.

  Slightly sexually frustrated, I took a shallow breath and exhaled loudly.

  “How about this. I’ll start us out, and you just do what I say. After a while, maybe you’ll be more comfortable, okay? When you get that way, feel free to just say whatever you want. Did you see all the positions he fucked poor Madison in?” I asked.

  He nodded his head.

  “Well, we can do all that, okay?” I said.

  “Can you put your feet back like that? By your head?” he asked in a shallow soft tone.

  “Like that nasty white hooker heel wearing spray tanned whore? Uhhm, yeah. I can do better than that. Jesus, Cade,” I said as I knelt down in front of him.

  “Fuck my mouth. Like the one video. Just stick your cock in my mouth, and try and make me gag and slobber. Grab my head, too. Make me suck your cock, okay?” I said as I licked the pre-cum from the tip.

  He inhaled deeply, exhaled, and nodded his head.

  “We’ll just do this for a minute, just so you can see if you like it,” I said as I kissed the tip of his cock.

  “Put your hands on my head and hold it tight. Pull it into your cock, and try and shove it in as deep as you can, okay?”

  He eagerly nodded his head. I spit on his cock and realized as soon as I did it was probably a turn-off for Cade and his OCD behaviors for me to spit.

  As I started sliding my mouth up and down the throbbing shaft, he slowly began to move his hips back and forth. With a little help from me, he was soon tapping the tip of his cock into the back of my throat. The thought of him participating in shoving his cock down my throat began to make my pussy throb.

  As his rhythm and the force behind his thrusts increased, I reached up and gripped his ass in my hands, squeezing it and pulling him against me slightly more. After a moment, we were involved in a full-fledged face fucking, and the saliva from my mouth was dripping from his balls. As his breathing became very labored and loud, I pulled my face from his cock and glanced upward.

  I desperately wanted him inside of me, but I knew I needed to wait as long as possible. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I attempted to catch my breath. With my pussy dripping down my inner thigh, I knew my focus needed to be Cade, and not me.

  “Fun, huh?” I gasped.

  In between breaths, he responded. “Yeah…I uhhm…I like that.”

  “Okay, time to titty fuck me,” I said as I stood.

  I turned and glanced at the bed.

  As I started walking toward the bed, I spoke over my shoulder. “We’ll do it on the bed. Just like the video. You get on me and squeeze my tits together, and fuck them. I like to watch, so it’s good for us both, okay?”

  “Okay,” he sighed as he climbed onto the bed.

  “This is good during a blowjob, after a little sex, or really anytime,” I said.

  “And you can blow your load all over my tits, on my face, in my mouth, or whatever,” I said.

  “Uhhm. Okay,” he responded.

  I rolled onto my back and glanced up at him. Still just as stiff as if it were his wedding day, he gazed blankly at me as if he were uncertain of the next step.

  “Remember? There are no mistakes. You’re not going to do anything wrong, Cade. Get up here and fuck my mouth for like three strokes and get your big cock all slobbery, and then fuck ‘em,” I said as I pointed toward my open mouth.

  After his eyes scanned the bed, he positioned himself over me, and slowly stuck his cock in my mouth. After I forced it as deep into my throat as possible a few times, he pulled it free and grinned from ear to ear as he slid it between my tits. Now staring down at his wet dick, he seemed confused.

  “Fuck ‘em, Cade. Fuck my titties,” I said as I reached up and squeezed them together, smashing his cock between them.

  I watched eagerly as he began to work his hips back and forth. As he stared down between my tits, his hair fell into his face, and for once he wasn’t worried about his hair. The longer he watched, the harder he fucked. After a short time, his breathing became choppy as he continued to mercilessly pound against my tits. Seeing the level of focus on his face, his determination, and hearing him grunt was a huge turn on. It was pretty clear to me if something didn’t change, he was going to climax pretty soon.

  And I wanted him to.

  “Harder, Cade. Fuck my big titties,” I moaned.

  As I continued to squeeze my tits together and watch his cock slide in and out, my pussy begged for attention. Now tingling an
d desperately needing something inside of it, I refused. I focused my gaze to between my tits and waited for each time I could see the tip of his swollen shaft peek from between my tits, only inches from my face. As his moaning became louder, I knew he was close.

  “Oh…Oh…” he groaned.

  I opened my eyes and stared between my tits. As his hips bucked back and forth, I alternated glances between my tits and his face, hoping not only to see him ejaculate, but see the look on his face when he did.

  “Ahhhh,” he groaned as I felt the warm cum between my tits.

  I glanced up at his contorted face. As he bucked his hips one last time, the tip of his cock emerged, covered in cum. I stared between my boobs, watching his cock slide freely amidst the white lubricant he had so graciously covered me in.

  As he rolled off to the side and collapsed into a pile on the bed, he fought for his next breath. As though he’d just completed a marathon, he stared at the ceiling and eventually found a rhythm and slowed his gasping to a slow, stable deep breathing.

  “That was…” he said.

  I sat up in bed, careful not to drip onto the comforter.

  “Incredible,” he said as he tilted his head to the side.

  His mouth hung open slightly as he lay there gazing in my direction. He looked content, tired, and as if he had a lot more he wanted to say, but couldn’t find the words to do so.

  “Hold that thought just a second,” I said as I climbed over the edge of the bed.

  I ran to the bathroom, got cleaned up, and quickly returned to the bed.

  “Just needed to clean up,” I breathed as I rolled against his side.

  I rested my head on his chest and pressed my body against his. My throbbing pussy was down to a dull thump which seemed to be in time with my heartbeat, and although I wanted some form of satisfaction, I knew I could wait. I had every notion of waiting however long it took to bring Cade back to a full erection, and then fucking him into a coma. As we lay side by side, I mentally compared Cade to Ethan.

  Initially I felt guilty for making comparisons, but considering all things, I decided it would probably be unnatural if I didn’t compare the two men. After a moment of comparing them as men, and confirming they were as different as night and day, I realized it wasn’t any real benefit in making the comparison. No different than comparing a flashlight to a hedgehog, comparing Ethan to Cade didn’t produce any vital or even useful information. I loved them for whatever reason I loved them, and there was no changing it. As I rested my head in the crevice between Cade’s arm and chest, I truly came to believe I loved them as a result of some inner connection with my heart that I was far from being in tune with. For me to understand the intricacies of love would be to understand life itself, and I had no grasp of what life was all about – not in the big picture. I stared at the ceiling, enjoyed the sound of Cade’s breathing, and thanked God for providing me not the love of my life, but the loves of my life.