Her heart rate quickened and her brow began to glisten with perspiration. He’d just asked if he could kiss her. The question took her slightly aback; not because the idea was unwelcome, but because normally guys would just plant one on her at this point in the date.
Yes, I suppose I should give some context as to how these two individuals found themselves in a small apartment with a half drank bottle of rose between them.
Emily’s ex had been a “jump to the main event” kind of fellow, which had left her craving something more…thoughtful in the bedroom.
Her best friend, Min, had been waiting for the chance to set Emily up with her friend (sometimes with benefits) Marcus. So when Johnny-Three-Pumps got the boot, Emily wasn’t given a choice.
Min arranged the date; her, Emily, Marcus, and a couple other friends went to one of those karaoke bars where you rent a private room.
Emily, who normally was the first up to sing, was feeling a little shy with Marcus in the room. Min had told her what he looked like, and Min had excellent powers of description.
Marcus was about six foot tall, thin build, but not gangly. Emily noted his wavy brown curls, his green eyes, the shape of his forearms, and his long legs. He was wearing a simple black v-neck and green shorts. The shorts stopped about three inches above his knee, and when he sat they rode up in a way that drew Emily’s eyes.
They sat next to each other on the faux leather couch provided in their karaoke room. Eventually, Marcus asked if she would sing a duet together. He confessed that he’d never sang Karaoke before, and was a little nervous about singing solo.
There was only one microphone so they had to stand very close together. Occasionally they would softly bump into each other during the course of the song.
Initially it was accidental, but with each impact they took longer and longer to separate.
They handed the mic to Min, who shot them both a haughty self-satisfied look as they took their seats again; purposefully closer together than before.
The rest of the outing was a good deal of fun, even though Emily was preoccupied with trying to decide how she wanted the rest of the night to go. Marcus had casually put his arm around her, affectionately stoking her shoulder with his thumb.
Min had driven Emily to the bar, and just as she had decided to ask her if Marcus could drive her home, he gently asked if she’d be interested in continuing their night at his apartment. Emily’s face flushed, and she responded that she would love to.
Marcus had actually parked next to Min, so the three walked together; joking and laughing about their respective singing prowess. Min didn’t even need to ask; once they reached the cars she just wished the two a pleasant evening, winked, and drove away leaving Emily and Marcus alone for the first time.
They looked at each other, Marcus was grinning, Emily smiled awkwardly back. They didn’t talk much on the car ride. Actually, Marcus fired up one of his playlists and they sang most of the way. When they pulled into the apartment’s parking lot, Emily started feeling slightly nervous. It had been awhile since she and her ex had split, and while she was excited to see where the night led, the idea of having sex with Marcus was intimidating.
What if she wasn’t good at it? Her ex had preferred her to just lay back as he got his, and she had a suspicion that Marcus would not have the same preference. That encouraging thought shifted to her aforementioned anxiety. True, just laying back wasn’t particularly pleasurable, but it was easy. She hadn’t had the opportunity to be a real participant in a sexual encounter really ever, and she very much wanted to not disappoint Marcus.
They made their way into the building, up the stairs, down the hall, through the door, and into Marcus’ apartment. It was small, but nicely kept. She made a joke asking whether or not he was always this tidy, or was it because he was confident someone would be visiting tonight. He chuckled and admitted that he had done some quick extra cleaning, just in case.
He uncorked a bottle of wine and offered her a glass, which she accepted. It was a good, dry rose. They sat together on his couch, much like they had done at the karaoke bar.
And now we’ve arrived back at the beginning of the story. That ought to be enough background to continue on.
Emily sipped her wine as Marcus waited for her to answer. She drew out the sip longer than was called for. Having recovered from the slight surprise of the question, she wanted to tease him a little bit. But of course she wanted to be kissed by him, and with still slightly parted lips she leaned in as an answer. Marcus leaned in as well and their mouths met. He must have popped a mint at some point as they sat on the couch because the smell of wint-o-green was on his breath, on top of the wine.
Emily turned her body to face Marcus’ more directly, and he placed his hand on her leg just above the knee. He asked if that was ok, and she responded with a nod as she gripped the back of his head with her hand. That hand found it’s way down the side of Marcus’ face, his neck, his chest, and rested on his side. She could feel his firm body beneath his shirt.
Marcus removed his shirt, chuckled, and returned her hand to the same place. As they continued to kiss, he slid his hands under the back side of her shirt and pulled her closer. Not breaking their embrace, he stopped kissing her and asked what sort of things she was into.
For a second time Emily was a little surprised. She had been certain that, when he slipped his hands up her shirt, that it was to unhook her bra; historically the indicator that she should get naked. She responded awkwardly, saying that she’d never really vocalized that sort of thing before and whatever he wanted to do with her would be fine.
A new gleam of excitement fluttered across Marcus’ face. He said that he really liked giving pleasure; and suggested that they play around and see what felt good to her. Emily wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but his enthusiasm was infectious.
He started by taking her hand and putting her middle finger in his mouth. Nobody had done that before, and it was a foreign sensation. He pulled back and asked how that was. She hesitated. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but she was not a fan. Marcus picked up on her hesitation and assured her that there was no issue with it not being her thing. She relaxed and admitted that it wasn’t, to which he smiled and said that now they knew.
Emily unbuttoned her blouse and Marcus moved closer. She let the shirt fall to the floor as Marcus looked excitedly at her body. She had a lacy blue bra on, and he made a joke about whether or not she always wore such cute bras, or if she had been expecting someone to visit tonight.
She laughed as he ran his fingers down the length of her side. She was fairly ticklish. She leaned into him and repositioned herself so that she was on top, straddling his lap. She could feel him through his shorts. Marcus reached up and softly caressed her petite breasts through her bra. He commented that, as lovely as it looked, he’d very much like to take it off and lick her nipples.
Emily felt her body react to those words; her face flushed, her voice went up, and her breathing shallowed. After removing her bra, she laid herself on her back on the couch. Marcus leaned over her and began kissing her just above the belly button. With each kiss he drew closer and closer to her breasts. He hovered for a moment over her nipple, then extended his tongue. The sensation sent a moan throughout her whole body. She shuddered and held Marcus’ face in her hands as he enclosed her breast in his mouth.
He became visibly pleased to have received such a positive reaction and moved over to the other nipple. Emily reached up and grabbed the abandoned breast with her own hand and discovered that her nipple was hard. She pinched it as Marcus kissed her deeply.
He asked if she liked oral. She did. He noted her answer as he continued to focus most of his attention in her breasts and mouth. Emily sat up and unbuckled his belt; feeling his cock with her fingers as she did so. He moaned softly and leaned back so she could continue. Now he was fully nude. Her eyes made their way down his bare chest, past his waist, and gazed at his bottom half. She reached over and began stroking his cock.
Now it was Marcus’ turn for shallow breathing. After a few seconds he said, while that felt good, he wanted some lube. He reached into a side table and procured a bottle. Emily offered her open palms and Marcus placed a small amount of lube into each and rubbed her hands slowly with his.
She returned her focus to playing. She’d never given someone a handjob with lube and it was immediately clear that it was the superior way to go.
After a minute or two, Marcus commented that her jeans were still on. She stood up and removed her pants, but not her panties. They were blue and lacy like the bra, thong style. Marcus made a show of peaking around her to catch a look at her ass, so she gave a little slow turn; feeling a little silly. She giggled and did a quick bend over when her butt was facing Marcus.
Marcus stood up, chuckling, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. His well lubed cock sliding around on her cheeks. He kissed her neck and she fell back into him. He held her under the arms and asked if he could touch her. She said yes and he began moving one hand down her stomach, under her panties, and felt his fingers exploring her pussy. He had lube on his fingers from before, and it was a welcome addition to the experience.
He asked how she liked to be touched there, and she said she didn’t know. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could feel him become more aroused at the prospect of exploring that with her. He applied gentle, but firm, pressure to her entire area and made slow circular motions. Emily’s legs started to give out a little with pleasure.
Marcus commented that the bed might be a better place to continue, and led her through a door into a room with a dresser and king sized bed. Marcus laid Emily down on her back and placed himself between her open legs. He removed the blue lace thong and kissed her left knee, then her right knee. Then her left inner thigh. Then the right. She bit her bottom lip and groaned with impatience. She could tell he loved slow-playing this part.
Eventually, she couldn’t stand it anymore; she gripped the back of his head with both hands and pressed his face fully into her. He wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to him. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations. He quickly figured out that she adored having her clit sucked. She felt his fingers start to slowly penetrate her; something that she’d never particularly enjoyed but usually tolerated. This time however, she simply reached down and gently moved his hand away. He looked up at her, winked, then continued licking, kissing, and sucking her clit.
She felt herself swell as the intensity of her pleasure grew. Marcus felt it too and began moaning as he took care of her. The subtle vibrations of his moans were what did it. The wave broke and a cascade of pleasure fell upon Emily’s body. Every muscle tensed and released multiple times as she came. Marcus slowly, gently, continued to lick her. She pushed his face away and told him to get on his back. Using the hair tie on her wrist, she quickly put her hair in a pony tail.
Marcus looked down at her with excitement in his eyes. She met his gaze and kept eye contact and she held him in her hands, parted her lips, and slid the head of his cock in her mouth. He smiled as he closed his eyes in pleasure. She felt him get even harder inside her mouth; his head swelling. He asked if she could play with his balls too. She said that she would but was anxious about hurting him. He took one of her hands, wrapped it around his balls, and squeezed; showing her the type of pressure that would feel good. He took his hand away and put his arms behind his head as Emily returned him to her mouth.
Her clit had been too sensitive after her first orgasm to be touched, but now she tested it with her own fingers. She discovered that it felt good, so she continued rubbing herself as she sucked Marcus’ cock. She felt the wave building again and became more enthused. Marcus noticed and said that he was starting to build towards coming too, and asked where she’d like him to finish. Emily never had liked the taste of cum, and with Marcus felt comfortable saying so. He reached over and grabbed some wet wipes from the nightstand and said she should do whatever she wanted, but please no friendly fire.
That comment made her laugh so much that she had to pause for a little bit before resuming their activities. It wasn’t difficult to get right back to where they left off; her lips stoking Marcus, her fingers rubbing herself. She felt the muscles in Marcus’ legs tense and knew he must be close. Breathlessly he indicated that he was coming; she took him out of her mouth and closed her fist around is head as he began to come. She felt him throb six times before he gave a final groan and looked down at her grinning from ear to ear.
She used the wet wipes to clean her hand and Marcus, then laid next to him in bed. Both were still breathing heavily with a light sheen of sweat on their faces. Marcus asked if she wanted him to go down on her again. She answered that she was pretty wiped out. Marcus remade the bed as Emily went to the bathroom. She returned with her parties back on. Marcus was still naked. They got into bed. Marcus kissed her one last time before switching the lamp off. The last thing Emily remembered thinking was that Min definitely undersold this guy in her stories.
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