Stop fretting. The past doesn’t matter.
She was still giggling and squealing when he removed her final barrier, baring her pussy, pubic hair and all, to his gaze.
“Oh, yes,” he said, flinging the underwear into a corner of the room. “Now I can die happy.”
“Oi, don’t go dying on me! You’ve got work to do, young man.”
“Oh! You called me ‘young man’!” He rolled his eyes in mock-ecstasy. “I love it when you do that.”
“Get your kit off! Now!”
“Wait, wait. I have to do something first.”
He crouched low between her thighs and buried his face in her pussy lips, taking a long, deep breath.
She threw back her head and surrendered to the sensual moment.
“Oh, God,” he said, rising back up on his knees. “She wants me! She really wants me!”
“You bet she does. Come on! Get the jeans off.”
He leapt off the bed and set to a free-form striptease that had her delirious with giggles from the start. She propped herself on her elbows and watched, enraptured by his complete lack of self-consciousness despite his slightly gawky posture. He seemed not to care what she, or anyone, might think of him, milking every movement, spinning his shirt above his head while his hips circled.
When the jeans came off, he commenced a series of joking bodybuilder poses until she begged him to stop, laughing so hard her ribs ached.
“Okay, then, here we go,” he said, thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. “The moment of truth. I hope you like it.”
He sounded genuinely concerned.
“I’m sure I will. Tell you what—why don’t you come over here and I’ll do it for you.”
He smiled widely and launched himself back onto the bed.
Kneeling up together, they kissed, then Vanessa pushed her hands down the back of the shorts, feeling his tight, round bum, giving it a squeeze before pushing the pants down over his thighs and the thick, upright stalk of his cock.
“Mmm,” she said, grinding her pelvis against it. “Pleased to see me?”
“Just a bit.”
Their words faded, overwhelmed by the heavy breathing neither of them could now control.
Vanessa put her hands on Ben’s shoulders and pushed him down, back, until he lay underneath her while she crouched above, poised to strike.
“So much I want to do,” she said, panting, “but first, just let me…”
She shifted her leg carefully over him until she sat astride his hips. Her pussy spread and rubbed against his tall shaft. She stroked it up and down, letting her clit slide along the pole. His face was so lost and helpless she had to kiss it, until her nipples pressed hard into his chest.
“Wait a minute,” he said, when they’d emerged from the depths of kissing. “I need to do something.”
“Condoms?”
“Yeah.”
“Stay still.” She stretched her body over until she reached the bedside table. It wasn’t easy but, thanks to a regular yoga regime, Vanessa was able to extract the pack from the drawer and take one from the box.
“I’d better check it’s in date,” she said ruefully, examining the bottom. “Oh, okay. Two more months to go.”
“It’s been a while, then?”