The Box By Mykail Boudreaux
What started out as an innocent slip of the tongue turned into a night of fiery passion.
It all started when I was out to TGI Friday's with some friends. We had a really hot waitress who captivated me from the moment my eyes spotted her. As she took our orders, her long, blonde hair sassily swayed as her head moved. It was also distracting because she was wearing a tube top, her hair fell on her breasts, and I could see her nipples through it. The fact she wore a short skirt didn't help any, either. She walked away and came back with our drinks, giving me a great sight of her smooth, long legs.
"Here you go," she said, handing me my drink and locking eyes with me for a split second. I grinned and looked into - yet past - her beautiful ice blue eyes. To look into one's eyes is to venture into their thoughts, but to look at and past one's eyes is to admire their beauty. I did not care what she was thinking then, because she probably was not thinking anything.
I had a good time with my friends, eating, laughing, and talking. Then our hot waitress came back with the bill. She noticed that I still had food left, and asked me, I kid you not, "Would you like my box?" I paused to see if I had heard her correctly. I smirked. Did she really ask me if I wanted her box? I said, "Oh, hell yeah I want your box." She looked confused, giggled, and blushed, "Teehee uh-huh, I meant, do you want a box?" I said, "Well, sure. Or, even better, your box and a box, too." She giggled, and brought me back a box. Then, I left her a twenty dollar tip, and wrote on the napkin, "I still want your box." along with my name and number. When I left, she smiled and winked at me.
The next day, I heard my phone ring and saw an unknown name and number on my caller ID. I do not usually answer these, but I was hoping it was Miss Box Girl. I picked up happy and nervous, I said, "hello?" "Hey, ummm... I... remember you...." She giggled. "Hey. How are you," I asked. "Oh I'm great. Ummm would you like to...." Would I like to what? Tie you to my bed and fuck you in 10 different positions? Oh hell yeah! I thought, but replied, "Go to dinner with me?" She giggled and said, "Yeah. Sure." I will spare you the rest of the conversation, because it is a bunch of small talk bullshit.
We met again at a fancy Italian restaurant, since she said that was her favorite. We had that "getting to know each other" chat, and I told her how beautiful she was in ways that she had never heard before. No one had ever told her that she had a soft jawline, or that her face was perfectly symmetrical. I found out she had never been on a date with another woman. She confided in me that she was not even sure why she called me, but, she found it to be "wild and new" to feel anything for someone of the same sex.
We talked more, got dessert, and I proceeded to "take her home". I do put this in quotations, because I had no intentions of taking her home, but, it is good to pretend. We got into my car, and she put down the arm rest, laying her arm on top of it. I pulled out of the parking lot, and slipped my hand into hers, caressing the softness of her fingers and admiring her beautiful nails, which had about 3 millimeters of white on each finger. I asked where she lived, and she gave me directions. Then, I said to her, casually as I could, "Or would you like to come back to my place and chill for a little while?" She said, almost too excited, "I'D LOVE TO!" She seemed so innocent, and was excited to be shedding some of that childlike holiness.
When we entered my apartment, I asked her if she wanted anything to drink. She said no, and sat down on my sofa. I sat right beside her, moving my hand around her neck. She giggled and put her hand on my neck, as to do exactly what I was doing. I moved my hand down her shoulders and arms, and put my head right next to her neck, as I inched up, put my other hand in her hair, and kissed her. She kissed me back, nervously at first, then more and more passionately, until her tongue was having an uncontrollable fight with mine. I climbed onto her lap and continued to kiss her, running my fingers through her hair as her hips ground against mine from below. She wrapped both her arms tightly around me, as I moved one of my hands over her soft, voluptuous breasts, tweaking one of her nipples, and quickly pulling back. In between our kisses, she kept giggling at me, like she was doing something truly naughty, felt mischievous, but with no shame.
She told me I was a really good kisser; much softer than a man and with no bristles. Before I could reply to even say thank you, or tell her that her kissing was also tantalizing, she put her lips back on mine, lightly sucking on my lips and intertwining her tongue with mine. I could feel her arousal through her kiss, as her kisses were intense with passion. Rough but gentle, excited, orgasmic. I lightly lifted up her shirt, and felt the outlines of her nipples through her bra while continuing to kiss her, as I began to use less and less tongue, followed by a gentle kiss on her lips. My mouth traced down to her neck. A small whimper escaped from her as I gently sucked and nibbled on her neck, stickling little licks in between.
I decided to completely remove her shirt and bra, then I started kissing down her body. Down her shoulders, to her perfectly protruding collarbones, over her round, voluptuous breasts, pushing away the hair that so erotically fell on them. I propped one arm against her, rolled my tongue over one of her nipples, and twirled the other with my fingers. She moaned and began to squirm against me, unintentionally thrusting her hips against mine from below. I began to get more and more turned on myself, seeing how she liked this so, when we had only just begun.
I kissed further down her stomach, twirling my tongue around her navel, and over her waistband, down her crotch and around her inner thighs, as she moaned again, and arched her back as much as she could in the sitting position. "Would you like to go into my room on a bed?," I asked her. "I think we could make ourselves a little more comfortable." She agreed, and to my bed we went. I took her hand, then picked her up and lightly tossed her onto my bed. I jumped onto the bed, near her, pretended to bounce on her, but landing ever so slowly on top.
I began to rock my hips into hers, as I gave her a few very passionate and well-returned kisses. "Oh, what am I wasting time with this again?" I thought to myself. "All I really wanna do right now is fuck her brains out." So I gave her one last kiss, and moved down towards where I really wanted to go. I undid the button and zipper of her jeans, sliding them off her ass and further down, revealing those beautiful legs that I had remembered. I began to kiss around the waistband of her panties, tracing my fingers around the outline of her pussy, when the urge came over me to just pull them off. So, I almost too quickly yanked her panties off. She noticed this, laughed at me, then moaned with thrill and delight as I plunged my tongue onto her clit. I started licking gently up and down her slit, and felt her squirm under me, getting wetter and wetter by the moment. I picked up my pace, licking her clit area up and down, side to side, as I slipped one finger in and out of her. She began to moan louder, as she gasped and trembled. I slipped another finger in her and began to massage her g-spot with my two fingers as I continued licking her clit, harder and faster with each motion, feeling her thrust under me to the rhythm of my fingers.
Her moans became prolonged, her gasps more prominent, as she began to fuck my face without even realizing. I picked up my pace as much as I possibly could, and felt her tense up and fuck my face even harder, when she let out a muffled scream, becoming uncontrollably louder, as I felt even more wetness greet my tongue. Then, she tensed up one last time, grabbed my head, relaxed, and let go. I licked up and down her slit once more, kissed up the rest of her body, and kissed her lips once again, rolled over, and put my arm around her. Her face was still flushed. She grinned, and said, "We will have to do this again.
And damn right we will.