The first time with her bull [Part I]

Sara rang the doorbell.

“We still don’t have to do this,” she said.

Bryan shook his head. A week ago this had seemed such a long way off. After the first meeting, he had felt reassured–Jeff was a nice guy, just as friendly in person as he had been over text, although physically more intimidating than his pictures had done justice to. And Sara liked him a lot.

The door opened–Sara beamed.

“Come on in!” Jeff said warmly, stepping back and motioning them in.

Sara floated in, and Bryan followed, his heart rising into his throat.

“I’ve got some scotch out, and of course a red wine for Sara,” Jeff said, leading them into the dining room.

Shaking Jeff’s hand and struggling to make eye contact, Bryan took a seat at the table, waiting as Jeff poured him a glass.

“I see you got your hair done,” Jeff said to Sara, resting his hand on her hip.

“Do you like it?” She asked, blushing–running his hand through her hair, he kissed her in answer.

Bryan sipped his whiskey.

“You have a good week?” He asked.

Jeff nodded, turning Sara around so that he was hugging her from behind, his hands interlaced with hers, looking at Bryan over her shoulder. Bryan looked down.

Noticing his apprehension, Jeff let go of Sara, and pulled out a chair for her next to Bryan. She sat down.

Jeff sat on her other side, pouring her a glass of wine. Sara took a sip.

“Spent a lot of time in the gym,” Jeff said. “But I’m sure I didn’t work as hard as you.”

Perking up at the compliment, Bryan responded, “you know, another day another dollar.”

Jeff looked back to Sara–she blushed again.

“And what have you done this week, other than wait for this moment?”

“I, um,” she started, but she was interrupted as Jeff kissed her, then looked at Bryan.

“Is that okay?” he asked. Bryan nodded. Jeff kissed her again, testing her lips with his tongue. She accepted, then broke the kiss off, pulling back a little and looking to Bryan.

“Are you still sure?”

He nodded.

Turning to Jeff, she said, “we were thinking that maybe you and I could just go to the bedroom ourselves, and Bryan can wait out here?”

“Oh?” Jeff turned to Bryan. “I thought you felt more comfortable being in the room?”

Bryan looked down.

“I think it might be a lot to process in the moment, but I do want to at least be here.”

“Hey man, I completely get it,” Jeff said, standing up with Sara. Bryan poured himself another glass.

Jeff met Bryan’s eyes, and Bryan nodded, then looked away.

“We can try this again another time, man,” Jeff said. Bryan shook his head.

Waiting one more second, Jeff turned and put his hand on the small of Sara’s back, moving her in the direction of the bedroom. They headed down the hall together, then disappeared around a corner. Bryan stood up and walked into the next room, sitting on the couch. He pulled his phone out and started scrolling on ESPN.

In the room now, Sara turned to Jeff and stood against his body. Holding her face in his hands, he leaned in and kissed her softly.

“Hi,” she breathed, breaking the kiss.

“Hi,” he breathed back, smiling.

Bryan heard the kiss, and then heard the door shut, and tried to keep his mind elsewhere. This apprehension was completely normal, he knew, but the rush of nerves in the moment was almost overwhelming. He tried to think back to when they had first started dating. Had she been as excited to see him? He was sure she must have. Had she blushed that easily? It wasn’t worth thinking about this, he knew–this was something completely new for her, and nothing like dating, nothing like actually trying to connect with a potential life partner.

In the bedroom, Jeff had pushed Sara onto the bed, climbing on top of her, and starting to unbutton her blouse. She bucked her hips against him, looking up at him and grinning. Her face was hot. She pulled him down to her and kissed him, wrapping her arms around her neck.

He tested her lips with his tongue again, and this time she fully accepted, tilting her head and opening her mouth, kissing him hungrily. She could feel herself getting wetter now, and her breathing was already starting to accelerate. The taste of his saliva mixing with hers was intoxicating, and she closed her eyes, letting herself melt into the moment.

In the living room, Bryan couldn’t get comfortable. If only the sound of the bed banging against the wall would start already, maybe he could relax. But hearing only silence, it was the pure intimacy of their foreplay, which he could now only imagine, which needled him. What if it was romantic? What if she was catching feelings for him? That was only natural with sex, but where was the line?

As Jeff’s hand slid into the front of Sara’s skirt, she gasped, arching her back. Grinning, Jeff kissed her neck, then behind her ear, then down softly to the corner of her jaw, and around again to her lips. She turned her face to his, and put her hand on the back of his head, pulling his kiss into hers. His fingers were softly circling her clit now, and she struggled to keep her breathing steady.

“You are so fucking wet,” he whispered. “Do you get this wet with Bryan?” She shook her head, briefly feeling a pang of guilt.

“It’s okay, babe,” he whispered, “this is new for you.” Pushing his hand further down and finding her opening now, he massaged her clit with his thumb.

Bryan could faintly hear whimpers through the door now, and instantly got hard. Locking his phone, he gave up on trying to distract himself, instead straining to hear.

Jeff had pulled her skirt off now, slowly kissing his way up her legs, pausing as he got to the top of her thighs, and looking up at her.

“Your pussy is so beautiful,” he said, climbing up on top of and kissing her again.

She kissed him back, more tenderly now, and more intently, feeling his tongue dance with hers, and exploring his strong back with her hands, as his fingers pushed inside her again. She could feel him pressing against her G spot, and she could feel him circling her clit with his thumb, but she couldn’t seem to focus on any specific sensation, overwhelmed instead by the intensity of the moment.

Feeling her quiver, he pulled back again, kissing her cheek, then her neck, then kissing his way back down her body to her pussy.

The whimpers has stopped, and Bryan’s heart accelerated. Had she changed her mind? He waited for the door to open–it didn’t. What was going on? More than anything, it was the suspense that was killing him again. Maybe he should have followed through with the original plan and gone with them to watch. Maybe he could change his mind now? But he didn’t to interrupt by opening the door. Then he heard it.

Sara moaned as she came, squeezing her legs against Jeff’s head. She felt her limbs all go weak, her stomach trembling.

“What did you,” she gasped, “what did you do?”

Jeff looked up at her, grinning.

“I’ll tell you next time,” he said, climbing on top of her again. He kissed her, alternating between her lips and her forehead, as she cooled down from her orgasm. He massaged her body, feeling her abs relax, and then slowly guided her hand to his pants. Automatically, she started fumbling with his belt.

Bryan was sure he had heard her moan like that before. He probably just hadn’t noticed because he was focused on eating her out at the time. And even if he hadn’t, a lot of it came down to novelty, and to how erotic the entire context was. This was the first time in her life she had met someone specifically for sex, and that must be having an effect. And it didn’t hurt that Jeff was exactly her “type.” Besides, sex served many different purposes. Jeff would never be able to give her the deep connection that he could–this was about pure pleasure, and pure excitement, and Bryan had gone into it trying to find someone who could give her more–so of course she might moan more with him.

Sara couldn’t control her giggles.

“It’s just–”

“I know,” Jeff finished.

Sara had never seen a dick this big. She hadn’t expected to react this way, but just feeling it in her hands, feeling that it really was somehow a manifestation of masculinity, she couldn’t help but giggle–she couldn’t contain her nervous excitement.

She kissed the tip, and felt the taste of his precum between her lips. Feeling bolder, she kissed further back onto his shaft, then back down to his balls. He sighed softly, running his hands through her hair. Massaging his balls with one hand, and holding the head of his dick with her other, she slowly dragged her tongue up his shaft, then circled it around the head.

“Sara, that’s amazing,” he breathed.

Wrapping her lips around it, she lowered her mouth down as far as she could, then pulled back, slightly gagging.

Jeff smiled. “You don’t need to be able to deep throat me this time,” he said gently. Sara looked up and nodded. “Besides, it’s your pussy i want.” Relieved, Sara stood up and climbed onto the bed, laying back and letting her legs fall open.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p22gye/the_first_time_with_her_bull_part_i