One of her hands started at the base of my neck, working her fingers into my hair, holding me closer. “Love me,” she whispered

We worked together, moving back onto the bed.

I stopped and met her gaze again. Again, stroking her cheek. “We can stop at any time. Just tell me.”

She replied with her lips on mine, pulling my body closer to hers.

As we became acquainted with each other’s bodies I worked off the slacks and blouse, my panties and bra remained.

Nearly naked, I kissed my way down Tina’s body. Again, the breasts. The hollow between. The stomach with a soft hint of abs. A tease at the belly button.

Her jeans were still on. My teeth teased her through the fabric.

I could smell her arousal. The heady scent of Tina. Something that I’d come to know so well.

After loosening the buttons, I played with the small swath of hair that peeked from within.

Tina’s excitement was growing, and she was becoming more verbal. Some noises were close to mewing. Other times, it was a moan, or my name, sometimes moaned.

The tease continued.

With her hands she finally shoved her jeans down over her hips. I pulled them off the rest of the way.

Tina lay before me. Exposed.

Now I was the one concerned. Panicked. Had I forced her into this? Would she be so horrified by my actions that she’d never want to see me again?

“Please?” I heard the plea, and had to respond.

Concerned that this might be my only opportunity, I set out to give Tina the fuck of her life. With moves, practiced and perfected, I sought to prolong the pleasure.

The first orgasm was almost instantaneous. I knew even before she was naked that Tina was aroused.

As my tongue entered her, I discovered just how aroused. How wet.

I rode out the first orgasm with my cheek against her inner thigh, her back arching as she found both her voice and a new respect for a deity.

After she had caught her breath, my hand went to work on her breast, tugging a little on the nipple. And then the other breast.

Tina had not known before that day that she had the capacity to be multi-orgasmic.

Seeing how quickly she was against raised to a state of arousal, I had my own suspicions.

The second orgasm took longer, and actually did give me the chance to practice my moves. Staying external, working on the clit.

As she intensified, she grabbed my fingers from her breast, sucking them into her mouth, making whimpering sounds that were driving me crazy.

One hand rubbed at my head. With the other, I saw her starting to play with her own breasts. Dammit. That sight, the thought of Tina playing with herself while thinking of me. That was almost enough to make me come.

She was close, now. Her mouth giving up on sucking, now open and panting.

Again, she stiffened, then relaxed.

This time I didn’t remain between her legs.

I wiped at my mouth as I climbed to her side. Knowing I was her first woman, I didn’t know how Tina would react to the evidence of sex all over my mouth and face.

If I had concerns, I don’t think she cared. She pulled me to her, aggressively kissing me, shoving her tongue into my mouth.

Tina’s laundry never got completed that day. I never made it home that night.

Any fumbling that began after that point quickly turned to foreplay.

I’d unleashed a monster.

A monster, later to become my best friend, my wife, the mother of my daughter.

And now, what was she? What could she have been?

Will I ever know? Will I ever look outside myself and see how she looks at me?

Dammit.

She was speaking to me, and I didn’t hear her.

Now, what I am?

In love with Jodi? While having these thoughts of Tina?

Or am I just afraid.

I know where it can go, but I know what I can do wrong.

Dammit.

How can I do right?

Can I do right?

(the end)