Since our discussion about my fears regarding Peyton The Neighbor and I have been running like a finely tuned machine. We sparkle and tango and fuck and laugh and glitter until our lashes meet our cheeks. Something feels better.
Last night he came over wearing only silky basketball shorts and suggested we go lay down in my room “Just to cuddle,” he said. I rose wearily, my men’s pajama bottoms fluttered loosely about my legs as I marched behind him quietly happy. I loved this ritual of ours.
We lay down beside each other, assuming the position of a hundred nights before. Me on the right, him on the left. My ear pressed against his warm chest, his fingers tracing lines on my arm, my hand absent-mindedly stroking his soft bulge.
Our conversation included our day and our upcoming week. We were both in good spirits and we each laughed robustly at each other’s little jokes. One of his favorites is when I ask him what he’s thinking and he says something like, “Ants,” or, “Mountain blasting mining practices.” Last night’s was particularly entertaining.
“Hy,” he said smiling, “Ask me what I’m thinking!” I laughed knowing it was going to be something ridiculous.
“Ok, what are you thinking, TN?”
“How to light a match in zero G!”
Oh, the giggles on that one.
And then he was pinning me down with wrists and thighs because I was trying to pinch his tiny, sensitive nipples. In my most authoritative voice I told him to stop, but the truth was I was enjoying it immensely and let him have the upper hand.
“C’mere,” he growled and he gently turned my face to his and he kissed me.
And then his erection caught my eye.
He loosened his grip on me and I ordered him to put his hands down to his sides. He was afraid of exposing his little pink nubs, but I was going to show him I was trustworthy if he trusted me first.
Slowly his arms dropped to his side.
“Good. Now take off your clothes,” I said firmly, smiling broadly. His cock sprung free and I told him how pretty it was. I gripped it gently, like he’s shown me, and moved my hand along the bone.
“Wait,” he said repositioning my hand so my knuckles lined up with the top of the ridge. “Ok, go.”
I began to stroke again and his face split into an enormous grin. “Holy shit!! That feels like me!” His smile went on for miles as he played with the idea that another’s hand could feel somehow familiar. But my arm began to tire and my bicep cramp.
We reassembled. This time with me sitting up with him wedged between my legs. The blue fabric a modest contrast to his pink nakedness.
I tucked my arm under his and reached around, a first-person point of view, and peeked over his shoulder. The glistening aperture of his cock winked at me as I pulled its short little turtle neck up to its head.
TN leaned against me, his weight pinning me to the bars of my headboard. He leaned his head back on my shoulder and I kissed his neck. My free hand splayed through the carpet of his chest hair.
He wrapped his paw around the outside of my fist and moved me faster. I felt my pussy clench and my breath catch. The rough cotton of my tank top pressed against my breasts smashed against his back.
Then I let go and he took over.
I bit and nibbled his neck, let my breath spill out like fog on his skin. I dragged my fingertips across his taut belly and broad chest and clung to him with my thighs.
Every muscle in his body was flexed and pulsing in time with a long, slow thrust, though his hand was a Caucasian blur of pumping.
His balls bounced and flounced along like cans tied to the back of a wedding get-away car.
I closed my eyes and wished for him to cum. Not for me, but for him, for his heart. I whispered hotly in his ear, “You are so hot,” and nipped the lobe gently.
His voice began to catch and he crushed me into the headboard. His breath came out in choked bursts then as thick, milky semen spurted out onto his belly and lay like snow on a bush.
He panted and went limp as I kissed along his neck and shoulder and squeezed him from behind with my entire body. My cunt pulsed with what she’d witnessed.
“Good boy,” I said. “That was fucking hot.”
He smiled and said it was progress. My heart lurched a little.
I spread his cum around in little circles and he laughed at my ministrations. I told him how turned on I was. He suggested perhaps it was my turn, but I told him I was good. For once, this was just about him and not me.
We lay there with me holding him for a while before he said he had to leave. He redressed and came around and gave me two sweet, long kisses goodnight.
I am so proud of him. In the light of the night we are indeed making some kinds of progress.