Getting it Straight

We got to the apartment. I opened the door and we "fell in". Carls' apartment was nice. It was carpeted. He had all the best goodies. A bar, big-screen TV, cable, very cool stereo system, designer furniture, you name it. Hey, he was a computer whiz. He made the money. Laura stepped into the middle of the room and twirled around, smiling, her dress and hair raising as she spun. Another look at those legs. Man, oh man, oh man. She stopped, staggered a little and looked around.

"Music?" she said.

I walked over by the stereo and turned on the radio. On came alternative music. While I was standing by the radio, she walked up close behind me and put her chin on my left shoulder.

Perfume. I had smelled it before in the car, but now it was strong. Her breath was warm on my ear. Her breasts were pressed up against my back. She reached over my right shoulder and started pushing the scan button, going through stations. I couldn't believe it. I started shaking, my heart started pounding. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt her turn her head face toward me, her lips almost touching my ear.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

As her hot breath went into my ear, my brain went crazy. The wine, I thought to myself quickly. I'm making something out of nothing. I've got to get away from her before I do or say something stupid. But I couldn't move.

"Just nervous, I suppose." I said.

I swear, I didn't know where that came from.

She had found a station with quiet music. She took my hand and turned me around to face her.

"Why? Do I make you nervous?" she asked taking my other hand. Now I felt like a little kid. I was looking at the floor at her feet.

"Look at me, John", she said.

I looked up.

"Do I make you nervous?" she asked again.

"I don't know", I said, realizing again it was the response of a nervous little kid.

Laura led me to the couch and set me down. She had obviously seen the bar.

"Wait here." she said.

She walked to the bar, looked around and eventually brought two glasses of white wine from the small refrigerator. She handed me one.

"Now, tell your therapist what haven't you told me about the girls you went out with, or are there girls you haven't told me about?"

She had a smile on her face and was a little "matter-of-fact" in her tone of voice. I smiled.

"I swear! That's all there is!"

"Then I don't understand," she said, "What is it that you think you're doing wrong?"

Her voice was so up draft now, I felt more comfortable talking about it. I suppose it was like talking to a psychiatrist.

"I don't know," I said honestly, "I guess I'm afraid I'll never get it right."

I took a gulp of wine.

"And what is that?" she asked.

Ooops. The question came too fast after the statement. How do I answer that without getting "personal"? I took another swallow of wine.

"And what is it you're afraid you won't get right?" she asked once more.

I probably had a sheepish grin on my face as I looked away. I set my glass down kind of non-chalantly.

"C'mon," I said with a snicker, "You know."

"Tell me." She said.

I guess the wine was giving me a little strength again. I looked straight at her.

"Making contact! Touching! Whether or not I should! Is it wrong? Is it right? Man! I don't know!"

Ooops again. I had blurted all that out like I was frustrated at being grilled, like I wanted to just "get it out in the open".

Laura smiled.

"See? Talk about it! No one will ever know about what's going on unless you talk about it."

She put her glass down on the table. She sat next to me, her leg brushing up against mine. She leaned against me, took my hand and pulled our hands into her lap. Her thighs were warm. She touched my cheek with her other hand, then ran her fingers up into my hair.

"John, there's such a thing as the wrong time and the wrong place. There's such a thing as the wrong person. It happens. You have to realize that."

She had sat so close now that her breasts almost touching me. Her low-cut blue dress was sparkling in the one light in the apartment. Her breasts were more than half-exposed. I looked away.

"Tell me," she whispered softly, "are you afraid of me, John?".

I thought a second. "I don't think so," I said.

"Why do you think you might be?"

I didn't answer. It would have been the same stupid answer. I thought I would do something wrong. She turned my head to look at her again.

"You're afraid you won't do the right thing, aren't you?"

It was as if she read my mind.

"I suppose."

Stupid. Of course that was why. Laura leaned closer toward me and crossed her legs. She opened my hand that was in her lap and put it flat against her waist. She held it there for a moment and let go. I left it where it was. She placed her chin on my shoulder and started whispering directly into my ear again. It started getting pretty hot. I felt like I was sweating. I felt like my "person" was getting involved as well.

She put one hand between some buttons on my shirt, onto my chest. I knew she had to feel my heart beating. I did, even against her hand.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

Honestly? I thought I was having a heart attack. I couldn't say that.

"It's hot in here" I said. (Duuuuhhhh.)

She smiled. "And why do you think that is?"

Well, as long as I was on a roll....

"Because you're making it hot in here",

"Good!" she said softly. "So you would say that I want you to touch me. I expect you to, right?"

"I would guess so." I said.

"There are times", she started "when a girl wants to be touched. Sometimes she wants to be touched just to know you care. This could be that kind of touch."

I had to admit. It was nice.

Again she got even closer to my ear. He lips brushed lightly against them.

"Can you dance?" she asked.

My Dad had shown me how to slow dance, and I explained that it was really all I knew.

"Great!" she said.

She popped up off of the couch, handed me my glass and picked up her glass. I took a gulp from the glass and put it down. She put hers down next to mine and pulled me into the middle of the room. She put one hand behind my neck and the other behind my back. At first I hesitated, trying to decide where to put my arms, when I finally clasped my fingers behind her lower back.

She moved close. The perfume on her neck was strong again. Her thick, silky black hair was over my arms and it felt soft and sensuous. She kicked off her high heels, which made us almost the same height. She was still taller, probably by about an inch. Her perfume, her hair in my face, her fingers and breath on my neck. It was heavenly. We swayed slowly to the music. She moved even closer. Her breasts were against my chest. One of her legs pressed into my crotch. I sighed, and tried to control the nervousness that crept up slowly once more. My ears were on fire and I felt like I was burning up.

"Relax," she whispered, "just enjoy the dance."

I noticed I was getting hard, and tried to pull my hips away to keep her from feeling it. She moved her hand from the middle of my back down to my rear and pulled me forward against her. At the same time, she pulled her head back, shaking her hair out of her face as much as she could and stared straight into my eyes.

"John, Do you think I'm attractive?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"You're more beautiful than any girl I've ever known". I said.

"If that's true," she said. "Then think about this. I think you're an extremely attractive young man. You're emotional, honest and..." she looked down the front of me. "strong", she finished. "I trust you. You're not going to do anything wrong. Relax. Let me help."

In those few words and the serious look in her eyes, I felt all my fears drain. She pulled herself close to me again and we continued dancing.

In a few moments, she pulled my hands apart from behind her back and placed one of them on one of her cheeks; the ones in the back. I felt her cheek below the silky dress, warm and soft beneath my hand.

"Mmmmmm," she whispered.

I felt the vibration in her chest against mine. My head started swirling. It was like dancing in the clouds. I found myself nuzzling into her neck, drowning in the smell of her perfume. I felt her cheek rise against mine as she smiled. After a few more moments, she pulled back away from me. She took both of my hands in hers and held them between us.

"Do you want to touch me?" she asked.

My inhibitions were all but completely gone.

"Yes" I said.

"I want you to touch me,and I want to touch you."

She looked around the apartment.

"Where's the bedroom?" she asked.

I looked over in the direction of the bedroom.

"Over there."

She started walking backwards, looking back occasionally, holding both of my hands as we walked. My heart started racing again. My mind struggled to believe what was happening. She found the bedroom and backed into it. She turned us both around and kicked the door closed. She stood up close to me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

It was a mute question. My forehead was now sweating. My palms were sweating, I was taking deep breaths, and I was swallowing constantly. She didn't wait for an answer.

"You don't have to be. Everything is going to be fine. There's nothing to be afraid of."

My tie was already loose. She started unbuttoning my shirt slowly, pulling it from my pants as she got lower. She never removed her gaze from my eyes. I tried to act calm, but I just knew my eyes showed the excited expectations of the moment. At this precise instant, it was scary to think that my powers of observation into people's eyes were being used against me. She gently pulled my shirt open and down off of my shoulders, so it was hanging out of my pants in the back. She looked down at my chest and ran her fingernails gently across it. I shuddered.

She looked back up into my eyes. In this light, her eyes were as dark as her hair. I almost couldn't see her pupils. She spun around, almost so quickly that she surprised me. She reached behind and pulled her hair off of her back, revealing the zipper to her dress.

"Please?" she asked.

I wiped my sweaty palms off on my pants and reached for the top of her zipper. There was a small clasp at the top, and my hands were quivering so much that I struggled with it. She pulled her hair to the front and reached back and unhooked the clasp. I sighed, and pulled the zipper about halfway down her back. She waited a moment, turned her head looking back at me, then looked forward again and waited. I pulled the zipper the rest of the way down.

The top of her dress peeled away from her back as it unzipped. She was shaped like a goddess. Her skin was smooth and soft. Now the zipper unzipped all the way down, halfway past her panties. She was wearing light blue silk panties, and there was a garter belt above them. Her head turned first, I guess to see the look on my face. I realized my jaw was hanging slightly open. I shut my mouth and swallowed.

She was holding the front of her dress up with one hand as she turned around. She leaned forward, put her other hand behind my head and kissed me on the lips, long, gentle and passionate. A strange effect. My heart and breathing slowed down. My eyes closed. It was as if I'd been drugged or something. She pulled away slowly. Just as I opened my eyes, she lowered the front of her dress. The dress apparently had some kind of support, because she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts stood out firm, her nipples were beautiful and tan colored against the rest of her smooth white skin. I looked down as she let her dress slide to the floor.

As the sparkling dress lay in contrast on the black carpet, I started looking back up. She was wearing silk stockings held up by the blue garters above her waist. I was mixed up now, calm but nervous; excited but apprehensive.

"I'm sorry, I don't..." I started.

"Shhhh." She interrupted. She took my hands, opened them up and placed them on her breasts, pressing them down.

"Touch me." She said.

I gently massaged them in my hands, kneading them, enjoying their softness.

"Mmmm Hmmmm...", she whispered softly. "Kiss them John."

I dropped to one knee and began kissing her soft breasts all over; I instinctively brushed my lips over her nipples as they hardened.

"Ahhhhhh," she sighed, as I noticed she got goosebumps on her stomach. "See, John? You're not doing anything wrong".

She took one of my hands from her breast and pushed it down gently over her silk panties.

"Feel me through my panties, John." She said.

I moved my fingers over her panties. They were damp and warm. I may have been a virgin, but I knew what was going on. I'd heard about it all. The fear of doing something wrong was disappearing as she shuddered. It was like she was the one out of control now. I rubbed gently over her panties, feeling her wet lips inside them. I continued kissing her breasts and nipples. I took a nipple into my mouth. She gasped.

"Stop!" she said, panting and pushed me away.

For a split second, I thought I had done something wrong. She leaned backward, threw her long hair back over her shoulders, rubbed her breasts firmly with her hands, let them slide down to her crotch and back up. Then she stood up straight again.

She took a big step forward and pushed me hard back onto the bed. She stared into my eyes and straddled my legs, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

"Oh no, John." She said. "You're not doing anything wrong."

The look was different this time. Even I knew it was a look of excitement, pure passion. She was staring at me as she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. She slid off of my legs and bent down to gently kiss one of my nipples. She licked it in circles as I felt it get hard. It wasn't the only thing hard. I gasped. Her hair flowing down onto my chest and stomach, her warm breath against my chest and her hot tongue on my nipple was driving me crazy. She switched nipples, licking across my chest and slipped one hand down into my shorts. Her cool fingers wrapped around my erection. I groaned as she took hold of it firmly. She scooted back up and kissed me, putting her tongue deep into my mouth.

I was breathing like I had run a marathon, and so was she. She lifted up from my face. She looked down at me through her long hair.

"I need you, John!" she said with a voice I hadn't heard her use before.

She let go of my dick and pulled my shoes, socks and pants off. Then she told me to move up onto the bed "right". I moved up and put my head on the pillow, just lying there in my underwear. She stood up on the bed and straddled my waist. Looking up from the pillow, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was beautiful. Her hair was flowing around her breasts, trying to hide her nipples that still managed to protrude through the strands of wavy black hair. She bit her lower lip, staring down at me, smiling.

She started playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples. I was so hard; the elastic in my underwear was off of my stomach. She licked her fingers, saliva coming from her fingertips as she drew them from her mouth. She reached down into her silk panties and started playing with herself, all the time staring at me through half-closed eyes. Between the wine, the music and this beautiful girl... woman standing over me, I was losing track of where I was. My eyes started to close. She saw me and suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes as she plopped her butt down onto my hard cock. I still had my underwear on, but I could feel her hot pussy against me. She lay down, pressing her breasts against my chest and held my arms to the bed. She started moving her hips against my crotch, rubbing her panties firmly against my hard me under my underwear. It was unbelievable.

"I want to teach you something," she said, "but first, I want you to feel something".

Oh, I was feeling something already.

She kissed my mouth, then licked my neck gently. She moved down and gently licked each nipple. She kept going, licking down my stomach, her wet hot tongue leaving a cooling trail of saliva down my chest and stomach. She teased my belly button with her tongue for a moment and kept moving down. I had been watching. She was looking up once in a while to see if I was.

"Lift your legs, John." she hissed.

She started pulling my underwear off. I lifted my legs; she pulled them off and flung them on the floor.

She kneeled between my legs and took my hard dick in her hand. She licked the fingers of her other hand and rubbed her wet saliva over its head. I let my head fall partly back on the pillow as she rubbed her wet fingers gently around and around. She lowered her head and licked the underside of it. I gasped, closed my eyes, and let my head fall the rest of the way back onto the pillow. She gently licked all over my dick, my balls and crotch. I pressed my head back into the pillow, moaning, trying to lie still. As she continued, I rolled my head around. My hands gripped the blanket on the bed. I couldn't believe the sensations. She carefully took it into her mouth and sucked it from top to bottom, bottom to top. I grabbed another deep breath, opened my eyes and looked down at her. She was still looking up at me, smiling. She took the head into her mouth and licked around it with her tongue. Then let it go. It lurched a few times as I sighed and released my grip on the blanket.

She stood back up on the bed, unhooked her garter belt and slowly pushed her fingers down into her panties. She hesitated, then pushed them downward. Her pussy was shaved. I could see it all. She pushed her panties all the way down and took off her garter belt. Her nylons were still on. She stepped forward and sat down on my chest.

"Watch, John," she whispered, "I'll show you how to make a girl happy".

She threw her hair back over her shoulders and licked her fingers once more. She reached down and ran her fingers slowly around the outside edge of her pussy. She ran them down the side, to her anus, then back up the other side to the top. She licked her fingers again, and pushed them slowly down between the lips, pausing at the top. I could see her clitoris as her body twitched when she touched it. She lifted her head to look at me, as she pushed two fingers into her pussy and massaged them in and out at the top. This time, with the juices from her pussy, she slid her fingers around the lips and from the bottom to the top. She was breathing heavier now.

"John, can you make love to me, here?" she said between breaths.

At this point, I would have done anything for her.

She moved her knees over my shoulders and moved her pussy to my lips. I remembered every movement; I licked the outside of her pussy first.

"Ooooo, slower, John, take your time." she moaned.

I slowed down. Her pussy was tart, hot and wet. I licked slowly to her anus. I hesitated, but she was clean, and smelled sexy, even there. I licked her hole and started back upward. She jerked and gasped as I crossed from her hole to the bottom of her pussy. I licked slowly up the other side, and she shook. I started at the top this time, and licked down the side of her pussy lips. She moaned loudly and put her fingers in my hair.

As I continued to lick down and back up her pussy, she pulled my head forward. She cried as I reached her clitoris and circled it with my tongue over and over. I had to look up, because I thought she was hurting, but she was still holding my face up into her and biting her lip. She was tossing her long hair back and forth now, panting and shaking. I experimented, taking her clitoris between my lips and sucking on it. She stopped suddenly, gasping with each sucking motion. I returned to licking her lips up and down; sometimes my tongue was slipping between them. I kept on. I was getting excited as she was thrusting against my face, panting, moaning.