“This tastes pretty good,” she said.
“It’s top shelf vodka,” I said. “My grandfather bought it, and he only gets good stuff.”
“Did you just say your grandfather got this for you?”
“That’s right. My Grandpa Frank cares about me, so he does a lot of things to help me out.”
“Like help you get girls drunk?” Sonya asked. She was smiling, so I knew she wasn’t serious.
“Actually, I can guarantee you won’t get drunk. Grandpa made me promise to never give anyone more than two ounces. I like the idea of helping friends enjoy a drink or two, but I have no interest in helping anyone get wasted. You can have a second drink if you like, but after that you’re cut off.”
Sonya laughed a lot more than I expected. My comment was funny, but not that funny. Of course, everything is funnier after you’ve had a drink.
“So there’s no chance you’ll get me so drunk I’ll want to flash my tits at all the people in this ballpark?” she asked.
“You can do that if you want, but not because you’re too drunk,” I said. “If you decide to flash the crowd, let me know in advance. I want to get in position to get a good picture.”
Sonya laughed a lot at that. Again, what I said was funny, but not hilarious enough to trigger such a loud, long outburst. I suddenly realized I felt pretty good myself. We hadn’t eaten anything in the last couple of hours. Maybe that explained why the booze was hitting us so quickly.
“I just thought about something,” she said.
“A penny for your thoughts,” I said.
“You’ve never seen my tits,” she said.
“I’m aware of that,” I said. “Painfully aware. It makes me cry myself to sleep every night.”
“Well, you won’t do that ever again,” she said. “I think this would be a good day for you to see what I look like without my clothes.”
“You’re just saying that because I gave you vodka,” I said.
“No, Ben. I’m not. Before you picked me up today I decided that I’m ready to be intimate with you. I think I know you well enough. I don’t think I’ll regret it.”
She was serious!
“I’ll do my best to make sure you never regret it,” I said. “Sonya, I think about you all the time. I’ve never known anyone like you. There’s nothing that would make me happier than being intimate with you. And not just today. Tomorrow and next week and next month and next year.”
Sonya hugged my arm. “You say sweet things. All the time.”
“I have my moments. I sound a lot sweeter after you’ve had a drink or three.”
She smiled, then said, “That’s not true at all. I know how you sound when we’re both sober, and you regularly make my little heart go pitter-pat.”
I put my arm around her and kissed her on the cheek.
“Would you like another cocktail?” I asked.
“No thanks. But you can get another if you want,” she said.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “I’d like to be sober when we take your clothes off.”
We left in the middle of the eighth inning. Our team was so far behind that lots of the fans were walking out, so we began making the short trip to Sonya’s sorority. We held hands as we went, and it felt nice.
I believed I knew Sonya well enough to feel sure she wouldn’t embarrass me the way Julie did, but I also know that we are all complicated and flawed individuals. This seemed like a good time to hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst.
We had to walk by Julie’s sorority house on the way to where Sonya lived, and a couple of the girls spotted us. I was beginning to get tired of being the subject of so much campus gossip, but by now there was no way to stop it. I tried to remind myself that being seen dating another woman helped make sure nobody thought that Julie’s betrayal had destroyed me.
We got to Sonya’s sorority and she led me upstairs to a tiny room.
“This is . . . compact,” I said.
“Yeah. The only good thing about this room is that it’s so small nobody would ever imagine two girls could live in here. That means I have some privacy, which feels especially important today. I’d rather not have an audience for what we’re about to do,” Sonya said.
I got close enough to wrap her in my arms and kiss her. By this time we’d engaged in some fairly passionate kissing, and I’d decided I like how Sonya tastes. This time I detected a hint of vodka in her kiss. And Red Bull.
We removed each other’s clothes slowly. Sonya had a lean, muscular body, with very perky boobs and a tight little ass I wanted to squeeze. She had a small single bed – much smaller than mine – but that wasn’t going to stop us. I laid her down on her back and got up on one elbow so I could kiss her everywhere. Her lips. Cheeks. Forehead. Eyelids. Neck. She started to moan when I began caressing and kissing her breasts.
For some reason, I was particularly taken with her trim little bush, which was the same color of blonde as the hair on her head. It was adorable. I’d previously wondered if her body had the same kind of freckles as the ones that covered her face. She did have freckles like that everywhere, but not as many.
Sonya’s skin was wonderfully soft and warm. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I reached down and stroked the delicate flesh on her inner thigh. She spread her legs for me, and I touched her everywhere except directly on her pussy. Sonya began making little purring sounds that let me know she wanted me to touch her there, so I began caressing around and around her outer lips. I got closer, and closer, and I finally touched her warm, wet folds.
I took my time. That morning I had the sense to masterbate in the shower before our date; Grandpa Frank said I should always do that because it would help me avoid climaxing too soon. Sonya began squirming around under my touch. She seemed to be impatient for me to get on with it, and eventually she took my hand and pressed it hard against her pussy.
I got the message and slipped a finger inside her. She sighed happily as I pulled out, then gasped again when I added a second finger. She began thrusting her hips up and down while my fingers moved in and out. I tried to curl up my fingers so I could rub her g-spot, but it didn’t seem to make any difference. In the coming weeks I learned that Julie didn’t think she had a g-spot. I spent a lot of time looking, and never found one.
But she was very responsive in every other way. Grandpa once told me “You can never give a woman too much foreplay, Ben.” I’m not sure Sonya agreed. She grabbed my cock and began acting impatient, trying to pull me toward her pussy.
If that’s what she wanted, she’d get it. I rolled over on top of her, rubbed the head of my cock up and down the length of her slit, then lined it up with the entrance to her passage.
I heard Sonya inhale deeply when I started pressing my cock inside her. She was very tight, which didn’t surprise me since she was so petite and I was much taller. I went in a tiny amount, withdrew, then pushed inside a tiny bit farther.
She started making sexy little noises as I slowly went deeper and deeper. I was being careful not to get too excited. This was the first time we had sex, and I had no idea yet how to make Sonya climax. I was determined not to cum until I figured that out.
I might have been about half way inside her when I reached down and began massaging her clit. “Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ben . . . !” she said. I kept it up as I worked my cock into her pussy, and she climaxed right after I made it all the way inside. Her body shook and she wrapped her arms around me, squeezing tighter than I thought possible. In my limited experience, women usually climax quickly when they’re having sex with a guy for the first time. I looked forward to finding out what Sonya will be like after we’ve been together for a while.
I pulled my hand away from her clit and stopped thrusting for a moment because I could tell she couldn’t take any more stimulation right then. I know a lot of women feel hypersensitive right after an orgasm. I was glad to take a break. Even though I’d managed to give Sonya an orgasm, I hoped I could give her another one. I knew I had a better chance if I could get my cock to relax first.
We spent some time kissing as soulfully and passionately as we could. After a moment she began moving her hips up and down again, so I slowly resumed the gentle in-and-out motion that made her climax the first time. The room was beginning to smell like sex. It was wonderful. It made me anxious for the day when I got a chance to eat Sonya’s pussy for the first time. That seemed like something to look forward to.
Right then I focused on trying to avoid going faster and faster and faster. I was thrilled to see that Sonya got so excited she seemed like she’d climax again, but by then I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I stopped trying. I began pounding my cock into Sonya’s pussy faster and harder, and pretty soon I climaxed myself. I guess Sonya enjoyed the way it felt when my cock was throbbing inside her as I came, and came, and came. Right after I finished she had a second orgasm, and it was much stronger than the first.
It was beautiful. She wailed in ecstasy. It felt wonderful to know I’d given her that much pleasure. I love the way it feels when I have an orgasm, but I get much more pleasure from seeing and feeling it when a woman cums.
Grandpa used to talk about this. We men are primitive creatures, he said. It’s very easy for us to have orgasms, and all of our climaxes feel about the same. It’s not like that for women. Their orgasms are like snowflakes: each one is unique. You have to pay attention to the things that make her cum best. When you do a good job, you’ll enjoy watching your woman climax. You’ll enjoy satisfying her. You’ll enjoy that more than you enjoy cumming yourself.
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