“Come home with me,” I told Holly, gripping her hand in mine.
“We could, or we could go to my place.”
“You have a record collection too?” I joked.
“Yes, but that wasn’t what I had in mind.”
My cock was again well on its way back to full attention.
“Which place is closer?” I asked, still trying to think practically. “Yours or mine?”
“Mine,” she said, without a moment’s pause— only a soft chuckle, “which is why I suggested it. It’s literally ten minutes from here.”
“Lead the way.”
The whole way there, all I wanted to do was pick up where we had left off in the theater.
Chapter Nine – Holly
The whole way back to my place, my mind was a bit of a blur. I knew a bit about how powerful my sex drive could be, but it had never been anything like this. I had trouble trying to think straight.
My mind focused on one thing and one thing only. We had to have sex. If I didn’t get Stig’s cock into my pussy, and stat, there was no telling what might happen. But I had the strong suspicion it would be the opposite of good. Best to not tempt fate.
“Do you have any condoms?” I asked, as we went to my bedroom.
“Not with me.”
“Okay, you’re just going to have to pull out.”
“Can do.”
It wasn’t the smartest decision of my life, but it was a risk I was willing to take. There was no way we weren’t going to fuck. Not after we had already made it this far.
Despite my recent experience with Keith, and my resulting discomfort with the male gender, my libido remained unaffected around Stig. In fact, it seemed to go into overdrive around him.
Finding someone I really felt like I could trust must have brought it out in full force. And it was only boosted further by the pent-up tension between us.
I stumbled out of my pants en route to the bed, nearly tripping over myself twice. It wasn’t the most erotic display in the world, but I was in a hurry to do the deed, my pussy dripping wet for Stig.
Catching me before I hurt myself, Stig guided me on to the bed and finished undressing me. Had he been anyone else, I’d have been more self-conscious, not wanting him to see my imperfections. But with Stig, I felt comfortable and happy. I’d never felt this way with anyone before.
Scooting down to the foot of the bed, I opened my legs wide, inviting him in. One at a time, he put my feet onto his shoulders, taking control in a way that made me even more excited.
Gentle as ever, he stroked the head of his cock against my pussy, until I nearly begged for him to go ahead and fuck me.
Before I could make a fool of myself, he did what I wanted most, easing his big cock into my aching pussy. The fit was pretty tight, but not more than I could handle.
“Fuck,” I moaned, as he went deeper.
“Too much?”
“Not at all; you’re just really big. So big I nearly forgot how big.”
“We don’t want you to forget this! Say when,” he said, as he slid his huge cock even further inside me.
I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to breathe. His wide shaft was stretching my pussy hole so far open that I felt a searing pain for a second.
“When!” I yelped, flinching a bit.
Stopping cold, he said, “Sorry, baby, is this better?” and stroked my belly and worked my clit, as I got used to him so deep inside me, looking forward to what was coming next.
“Yes,” I told him. “That feels amazing.”
Slow and easy, he started to move. He was rocking his cock between my tender lips, enough to be felt but not enough to hurt. When I was a bit more adjusted, he started to go faster, thrusting in and out of me hard and good.
Stig was getting me to the brink of orgasm so fast I was almost embarrassed. But he had a way of making me feel that being vulnerable around him was okay. It was literally minutes, and I was cumming multiple times in a row.
“Sorry,” I said, catching my breath.
“Don’t be, never, not for that.”
“Again?” I asked.
“Of course, same position?’
“There’s another one?”
That did it. My sheer, unadulterated naïveté awakened the flame of education within him, the two of us setting off on a crash course on human adult relations.
We started off easy, Stig turning me over onto all fours. Getting me positioned just right, he went in for a taste. Slow, almost pensive licks turned to even greater fervor as he started to devour my pussy.
Stig treated me to techniques I never even knew existed, as if he was transcribing an ancient book of runes onto my pussy. Reaching back to hold his head and encourage him along, I noticed, too late, that my arms weren’t that long.