Passing Grade
My Night With David
(Note: This is a section from a longer work-in-progress. Please send any comments to kima@supanet.com)
David asked if he could take me home.
I felt alive; I was a fool. I said yes.
When we arrive at the flat he shared with 3 mates, we could hear the tv still on.
We retired to his room. I climbed onto his bed, and tucked my legs up under me, enjoying the way David looked at me.
<<Do you have anything to drink?>> I asked.
<<Maybe. Probably. Do you like beer?>>
The funny thing was, I did like beer, but not when I was "otherwise" attired. I preferred girlie drinks when I was a girlie. <> I answered.
As David went on his quest, I turned on his stereo, and found late-night station that wasn't playing either dance music or something too esoteric. David returned with 2 cans of Grolsch, and we sat on the bed and drank.
I could feel the warmth of his hip against mine. I put my beer down on the floor, and when I straightened up, his face was there. I pressed my lips to his, softly. Just a little kiss. Then another, more lingering than the first. I could feel a heat rush, beginning in my groin and spreading throughout my body. Holding myself - and him - back, I looked into his eyes, my fingers playing with his hair.
<<David.>> I started.
<<Yes.>>
<<There's. something we need to discuss.>> I had brought him here under false pretences. I knew that. I had deliberately been coquettish and provocative. I shouldn't have come here. But I had been enjoying myself, and I didn't want it to stop. <<I'm.oh, dear.>> I took a deep breath. <<I'm a boy.>>
To his credit, he didn't immediately punch me. He looked at me, alarm and wistful pain in his eyes, as he tried to decide if this was some sort of cruel joke.
<<I think you should go, >> he said finally.
Nodding, I rose from the bed. <<For what it's worth, it was nice meeting you, David.>> He said nothing in response.
As I turned the door handle, a thought occurred to me. <<I can't leave now. >>
He looked at me sharply, an argument forming on his lips. <<Matt has just seen us,>> I added quickly. <<If I leave so soon, he can only think the worst.>>
David considered this for a moment. <>
I scooped my beer from the floor and perched on the edge of his desk. I tried to engage him in some small talk, but he was (understandably) sullen and unresponsive. Poor dear. I wanted to help, but I couldn't think of a single thing to do. (Actually, I could think of a few things, but I was fairly certain he wouldn't be interested.)
As I chattered, and he grunted the occasional response, I couldn't help but notice that he kept sizing me up. At first, I thought he just couldn't bring himself to look me in the eye. Gradually, however, I saw that his gaze was lingering on my black-stockinged ankles and legs, and my breasts, and my throat. A warmth started to fill me, and I felt the devil inside me giving directions.
I stood and unzipped my skirt.
David almost stood in alarm. <<What are you doing?>>
<<I don't want this to get to creased,>> I said casually.
David spluttered, <<But. but.>>
<<Relax,>> I assured him. <<It's just us guys, here.>>
The skirt dropped with a sigh. I collected it from the floor. <<Any chance of a hanger?>>
David didn't appear to trust his voice, simply thrusting his chin at the closet by way of response. I selected an empty hanger, and draped the skirt carefully. As an afterthought, I removed my jacket, and hung that up, as well. Then I turned.
He had pulled himself up onto his bed, and was practically huddling under the blanket. Smiling to myself, I sat again, crossing one leg over the other. <<Any chance of another beer?>> I ventured.
<>
<<We need to give it enough time,>> I countered.
Reluctantly, he rose and left the room, returning a few moments later with a Fosters. I took it and put it on the floor. I had no intention of drinking it. I had just wanted him out of the room.
While he had been gone, I had run a quick brush through my hair, and put on some lipstick. I had spritzed a little perfume into my hair and onto my legs. As an afterthought, I had spritzed a little scent onto his pillow, too.
He returned to his defensive position in the corner of the bed. I continued to try to engage him in small talk. If anything, he was even more unresponsive. At least verbally.
I could tell that the sight of a woman undressed down to her lingerie was having a decided effect on him, and that my perfume was working its own magic. Never mind that he knew I carried more than one small bag. In some ways, I was more alluring: I was forbidden. And I knew it.
His eyes followed slowly up my legs, caressing me with his gaze. I could see him taking in the sheer black stockings, the black and purple garter and matching knickers, and my black satin basque that swelled with my (enhanced) breasts. I watched him look longingly at my mouth, red and moist with lipstick. I parted my lips and quickly ran my tongue over them, and saw him unconsciously mimic my actions.
I uncrossed and recrossed my legs, the stockings making that sweet noise as I did so. His eyes snapped to my thighs, parting and unparting, and knew that I had him. I could tell he liked what he saw, and was confused by the attraction.
A tune came on the radio that always got me in the mood to move. <<Come dance with me,>> I said.
I rose to my feet and began to dance. David watched, like a mouse watches a cobra, his eyes never leaving me. I tried to be nonchalant, like I was simply enjoying the music, and not also enjoying my effect on him.
<<Come on,>> I repeated. <<It's only a dance.>> I reached out to him.
<<I don't dance,>> he answered.
<<Of course, you do. It's only dance. Come on. No one will have to know.>> I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He stood for a few measures, not moving, while I swayed in time with the music, my eyes closed. I moved unselfconsciously, letting the music take me where it wanted. Even if David weren't going to enjoy himself, I would.
He started finally to dance, taking small steps in time with the music. He was right: he didn't dance. But at least he was moving.
I turned toward him, swaying from the hips. I raised my arms, my breasts lifting as well.
<<See? You can too dance,>> I lied. David smiled and blushed and increased his efforts. Despite his terpsichorean inadequacies, he was charming. I leant forward and planted a kiss on his lips.
He looked at me quizzically, but didn't stop dancing. <<What'd you do that for?>>
<<Just wanted to,>> I shrugged. <<Do I need a reason?>>
<<Well, stop. Just stop.>>
I shrugged again.
We danced through a second song when, finally, something slower came on. At last, I thought.
As David turned to sit back on the bed, I caught his wrist. <<Please,>> I said. <>
I could see the indecision in his eyes. I moved my hips gently. <<C'mon. No one has to know.>>
He turned toward me, slipping his arm around my waist, trying to maintain some small distance between our bodies.
I could tell that the warmth and the nearness of my body were having the desired effect, as the distance between us diminished. I put my head on his shoulder, and toyed with his hair. I could feel him swell, and knew it was time to make my move.
I leaned back to look into his eyes, at the same time pressing my pelvis into his. His shaft dug into my belly, and his eyes were drawn to mine. I moistened my lips and parted them. <<Kiss me,>> I whispered.
And suddenly, we were kissing, his mouth on mine, our tongues entwined. His hands had left mine, and were now holding my head and defining the curve of my ass, pulling me into him, grinding against me, as I gyrated against him.
I could feel my little man harden, and was glad that my panties held me in check. I wanted his need for me to be insatiable before all would be revealed.
His mouth left mine, and traced the contour of my neck, stopping to place hot, wet kisses on my collarbone. He cupped my left breast in his hand, and tried to kiss my nipple through the lace of my basque, tugging on the material with his teeth. I gasped in appreciation, and reached down with both hands to undo his belt, and his trousers, finally slipping my hand into his shorts to stroke his manhood.
He leaned back and took a ragged breath. <> He pulled his clothing off in record time, and stood before me, his chest rising and falling, his erection jutting outward.
I gently bent him downward, and placed his stiff cock between my thighs. Standing on one foot, with my hands on his shoulders for support, I stroked him with my thighs (and my own cock!), looking into his eyes. <<Like that?>>
<<yes.>>
I dismounted and went back to stroking him between my hands, until he could barely trust his legs.
Holding him in one hand, I placed the other on his chest, and pushed him gently backward to his bed. <> The edge of the bed folded his knees, and he did as he was told.
I knelt at his feet, in supplication to his readiness. His cock rose, firm and ready, from between his legs. I took his testicles in one hand and stroked him with the other. <<Shall I continue?>> He nodded ascent.
Getting onto my knees, I reached for his head with pink tip of my tongue. I flick the delicate skin running down the underside of him. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his sticky saltiness. His cock grew further in size, as David lay back on his bed.
Taking a deep breath, I popped his shaft through the tight "o" of my mouth. David gasped, and reached for me, burying his hands in my hair. I sucked him as far into my mouth as I could, then drew away until he was almost, almost out of my mouth. Then again, I drew him into my mouth, taking him further than the first time, my tongue stroking him, playing with him, his hands pressing harder on the back of my head.
My own shaft was uncomfortably hard in my panties. I rubbed my thighs together, squirming in delightful frustration. I wanted to touch myself, to bring myself to climax. But not quite yet.
Again David plunged into my hot, yielding mouth. I opened my throat as far as I could, and took all of him. The hair around his cock tickled my nose, and his balls pressed against my chin. David groaned. <<oh, yes, yes.>>
I face-fucked him more, harder, drawing him again and again into my moist, hot hole, until I could tell he was almost to the point of no return. Reluctantly, I withdrew from him.
Gasping with disappointment, David opened his eyes. <<Don't stop.>>
<<Lover, we've hardly even begun.>>
I got to my feet, and swayed before him, my hands running over my face and hair, and sliding down my hips and thighs (don't touch, don't touch), finally cupping my breasts, and thrusting them forward. <<Want to fuck my tits?>>
His eyes lit up at the prospect. Still undulating, grinding my hips in the air, I began to undo the front-fastening hooks. I had to be careful not to lose the illusion of cleavage that I had worked so hard to create. I knew I had enough to satisfy him, but he might be disappointed to see me go from a generous B-cup to a more "natural" AA.
Holding my breasts in place with one arm, I kicked my shoes off. I took David by the wrist, and pulled him to his feet. He gathered me in his arms, and crushed his lips to mine. I put my free arm around his neck, running my fingers through his hair and tickling his ear.
Pulling away, I sat on the bed and arranged myself for his pleasure. My basque was completely undone, my breasts free for his caress. He climbed over me, his knees on either side of my hips, and gently lowered himself until his cock met my cleavage, his hands either side of my head holding himself up.
Surreptitiously, I removed my "enhancements" from the basque, and pressed the soft folds of my flesh onto either side of his shaft. Immediately, he started to thrust, slowly at first, then with more and more abandon. As his head came close each time, I blew on it, or tried to lick it, and was rewarded with more than a few tongues of pre-cum.
<<Do you like this?>>
<<oh. oh, yes. yes. yes.>>
I'm going to ruin you for other women. I smiled wryly at the thought. <<Want to try something else?>>
Bringing himself under control, he crane his neck to look into my eyes. <>
He got back onto his knees. I sat up and kissed him again, the slight spattering from his cock smearing between our chests. I kissed his cheek and his neck, and licked his ear. My hands went around his erection, playing with him, keeping him aroused and interested. I nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, << I want you inside me.>>
<>
I pulled my legs out from under him, and stood again. I turned away from him, and wiggled my bum at him. Turning my head to smile at him, I saw him look from my eyes to my shapely ass. I put my fingers under the waistband of my panties, pulling them down to my knees, then letting them drop to the floor. My own erection stood before me, still hidden from David's view. All he saw were my naked shoulders and back, my waist encircled by my suspender belt, my two pert cheeks, and my legs, still encased by nylon.
I bent from the waist (as best I could) and parted my ass cheeks with my hands. <<Don't you want me?>>
His response was immediate. He stood, and pressed his cock into my crack. I caught his hands as they gathered around me, making certain he didn't touch my little man. I put one hand to my mouth and led the other to my breast.
Grinding into my ass, he kissed my neck and hair. I turned my head to catch his mouth, and taste his tongue, and we held that position for a moment. I moved my hips left and right, then lifted my leg to rub his with my stocking. <<Are you ready, darling?>>
<<Oh, yeah.>>
<<One thing, first.>> Swiftly, I opened my purse, and took out a condom. <<For the lubrication. Do you want me to put it on you?>>
<<yes.>>
This was the tricky part. I had to turn toward him without spoiling the illusion. I hoped that he would be concentrating on his own pleasure to notice he wasn't the only one carrying a, erm, "torch".
<<There. We're ready.>>
I assumed the doggy position and awaited my lover, my ass spread wide and eager for his presence. He approached me and put his head up to my cunthole. <<Do it, David. Take me.>>
He thrust, and first met resistance. I spread myself wider, and threw my head back in anticipation. We both pushed harder. I could feel his head enter me. I moaned, my legs suddenly weak with pleasure.
David put his hands on my hips, and drew me closer. He continued to thrust slowly into me. I took him in, feeling, loving the way he filled me up, the pain and pleasure equally exciting.
Finally all the way in, he began to slide back out. The feeling was electric. I pushed my bum toward him, reluctant to let him go. He slid back into me, a little faster, still yet to establish a rhythm. Then in, and out, and in and out, he plunged into me, harder and faster. I arched my back and joined with the motion.
He bent forward and kissed as far up my back as he could reach. I stretched my hand down between my legs and tried to cup his balls.
He was pounding into me now, again, again, again. My arms shook with tension. He moaned his pleasure, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
I was alive. I felt alive and beautiful. Our union was a fire that burned hot within me. I could feel him moving within me, exciting and excited. He was hard and strong and fucking me, fucking me.
I was aware of everything: his hands on my hips, my stockinged legs pressed close against his, his balls slamming into my ass. And his beautiful penis, filling me up.
His rhythm changed, his breath sharp pulses. I needed him to do one more thing.
<<P-please. Touch me.>>
His hand grasped my cock, and we came together, I all over his bed, and he all into my ass.
<<oh, god. oh, god.>>
I fell onto his bed, David still inside me. I felt my cum squish all over my belly, but I didn't care. I could feel his breath on my neck as he panted with relief. I reached behind me and stroked his face, and he kissed my fingers in response.
After an eternity, he stirred again. <<That. was amazing.>>
<<Yes. I was, wasn't I?>> He chuckled and, despite my whimpered objections, started to withdraw.
As he disposed of the condom, I turned over and arranged myself away from the wet spot. His gaze travelled slowly up my body to my face. Of the illusion I had worn when I entered his room, I had only the stockings and the smeared remnants of my carefully applied makeup. Would I still attract him? Or was the party over?
Would this be the part of the show where I'm thrown half-naked, out into the street?
He smiled. <<You're beautiful.>>
I could breathe again. <<Liar. My hair's a mess.>>
We looked into each other's eyes, until, finally, he took the hint and kissed me.