Smut 69: Foreplay
Alex enjoyed the irony of reading the Joy of Sex under the covers with a flashlight. The last thing she'd read that way was a comic book when she was 12. The illustrations in this were decidedly more interesting. Her best friend Denise had "borrowed" the book from her older brother's college roommate. In two weeks the book had to go back and all the girls were passing it around, drinking up what they could in the limited time they had with it.
Out of five girls, three of them were still virgins, one was having fairly regular sex with her boyfriend and then there was Alex. Six months worth of fumbling in the back of a car with a boy she genuinely liked almost didn't count, she decided as she flipped through the pages in the dark. He had the best intentions and she thought he might have loved her, but honestly he wouldn't have known a clitoris from a Certs. He'd learn but she didn't much feel like being his testing ground.
She spent some time on the pages covering oral sex. All other variations aside, those seemed the most useful. The next man she was with was going down on her or he could hit the road. Denise laughed at her when she said she was waiting until she found someone to sleep with who had slept with at least two other girls, but she was deadly serious. She wanted it to be good. Really good.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she immediately saw the detective's blue eyes. He'd been on TV a few weeks earlier for his part in breaking up a stolen car ring. When she found his picture in the paper she cut it out and hid it in her room. She probably could have put it up on her wall, she had other news about cops there, but she was afraid if her mom or sister asked about him she'd give something away.
She'd thought about him on and off since meeting him, but ever since the carnival she'd bordered on obsessive. At least she had the good sense to remember he was married. With a kid. And was twice her age. Anything she let herself think about him was pure fantasy. Still, as she flipped through the book, she figured he knew most of what she read. Knew it and knew how to do it.
Shaking her head, she turned to a section on foreplay games. She wondered if the authors would consider carnival arcade games foreplay. Who knew cheering a guy on to win a stuffed animal could get him to look at you as if you were naked and spread eagle. She shuddered. If they hadn't been surrounded by people, she thought she just might have been a few seconds later. No one had ever looked at her like that.
It was that look that kept her from accepting dates from guys in her class. It was that look that kept her from getting back together with David, even though everyone thought she should. That look kept her up at nights even without a sex book in her lap. He wanted her. She didn't need years of experience to know that.
Just one kiss. She would kill for just one of his kisses. Groaning, she put the book away and slid down in her bed. One kiss wasn't going to do it. She wanted kisses and his hands and his mouth all over her. Making out like teenagers meant something different when one person wasn't. Every touch would be designed to lead her toward the goal of him making her scream with pleasure even if it seemed casual. He brushed her hair back at the carnival and she thought she'd die. Imagine if he touched her hair when it was just them.
She could feel his hands on her if she thought about it enough. Broad, strong hands that would cover her breasts. He'd be gentle with her, tender, and show her how the sensitive flesh could quiver just from a fingertip. She got a hand under her t-shirt and rubbed her nipple until it hardened, imagining him asking if she liked it. He would try different things, touch her nipple and run his hand over the swell of her breast, watching how she reacted to know what to do next.
When she started moaning he would lower his mouth to her breast and whisper against her skin before kissing her. Her moans would get louder when he sucked at her skin. She'd beg him to leave bruises, to leave a mark that he was there so she could touch it later. Her other hand slipped into her shorts and she pinched her clit hard. Bruises made her think of another page of the book and she whimpered.
He was so much bigger than her, but he'd never been anything but gentle around her. Still, she knew what someone that big with his training could do. If he wanted he could toss her on a bed, tear her clothes off and take her before she could get out a squeak. The thought made her squirm and moan. He wouldn't do it unless she told him it was okay, so it was all right to think about it. That's what the book said anyway.
What made her squirm more was the idea of tearing off his clothes. She'd seen a movie recently where a woman sat on a man's hips and tore the buttons open on his shirt and start rubbing her chest against his. Alex wanted to do that. She knew the detective was easily a foot taller than her and twice her size but she wanted to push him down on the bed and have her way with him.
He was fair Irish like so much of her family and she imagined his chest was only lightly furred. It would be broader than it looked in clothes, though and she would be able to wriggle over him for a while. All the while he'd have his hands loosely on her back. Or, even better, she'd hold them over his head.
Her fingers slid into her pussy and she fucked herself hard, imagining the grunts and whimpers that would come from him when she shifted down to kiss his chest. The sounds would change when she reached his belly. Would he try to stop her when she unfastened his pants or would he be resigned to her doing what she wanted by then? She found herself wanting a little struggle from him and pressed her thumb hard against her clit when she pictured him shifting to try and get away.
No way she'd let him. She wanted his cock in her mouth. Alex thought of all the myths out there, the one that oral sex was always good had to be crap. If she got her mouth on him she'd beg him to show her how to make it amazing for him. She wanted him so excited he couldn't stand it. His hands should be in her hair and his heart in his throat. She slammed her fingers into her pussy as she imagined him making her stop before he came. He would be desperate for her.
Then she'd know what it was to be with a man who knew how to please her. He'd go slow at first, making sure she was ready. Her hand did not mimic his imaginary actions, though, and she moved even faster as he rocked into her. She came well before the movie in her head finished. Her body shook with the contractions and she could see him braced above her, moving smoothly against her, murmuring her name.
She rolled over and hugged herself tightly, letting the movie run its course. He kept up the gentle rhythm until she came and only then pounded into her. Holding himself high to get a deeper angle, he thrust roughly until he moaned and collapsed against her. She closed her eyes tightly and sighed. Some day she'd have a man like that. Maybe in college.
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