Tormented by nightmistress

First time aldult stories: Tormented by nightmistress

It’s been years since I’ve seen him, not that it really matters. He still haunts me, still calls my name. A part of me will always be tied to him. I guess I should explain myself. He is my best friend, Chris. I’ve known him for the past 15 years of my life. We met when we were five years old, but it seems like it was yesterday. We were so young, naive and innocent. I fell in love with him, he was my immortal, my god.

We were childhood friends, split apart when I moved away. After years of separation, I ran into him at the age of 13. He had grown into a handsome and charming man, but still the same Chris I knew. We went to a dance together, and he surprised me with a bouquet of carnations. But my heart shattered when he declared that he would marry his girlfriend. However, something changed.

Recently, I found myself in Chris’s basement, and the door was locked. We talked about life, and as I turned away, he spun me around and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. I couldn’t believe it when he confessed his love for me and his desire to be with me, something I had been waiting to hear for fifteen years.

He kissed me passionately, and everything felt perfect. His eyes showed love and desperation as he caressed my cheek and slowly undressed me. He whispered apologies for taking so long to realize my true beauty. He then lifted me onto the couch, and we were both left with only two pieces of clothing.

As he kissed my stomach, I giggled in delight. He unhooked my bra and was left in awe at my body. But before he could proceed, I stopped him and reminded him that our actions would mean we belonged to each other from that moment on. We would be two lovers, taking each other’s innocence and forever bound to one another.

He looked at me and said “I know darling, I’m ready for that. are you?”

I smiled back at him and said “I’ve been waiting for this since we turned 15, I’m ready.” He pulled down the thong with his teeth and I heard him gasp again.

“God in heaven I have never seen a creature more beautiful,” he said. Then he took of his remaining clothing. It was my turn to gasp. he was harder then any man I have ever seen.

“Oh Chris,” I quietly sighed.

He silenced me with a crushing french kiss, pushing me back onto the couch. He started kissing me all over, down my body and to my pussy. I gasped as he breathed over it, I couldn’t help but squirm. He gently touched my cheek and said that he’d gentle. Chris kissed my clit then in that moment and I gasped. I had never been touched down there before, so I had no idea what to expect. The coolness of his mouth to my clit was exquisite. I moaned loudly and I saw his eyes sparkle and he licked down my slit and inside my folds. I cried out his name and then he stuck his tongue inside me. I caved in that moment, I couldn’t help it. I came and I came hard.

He moaned “Oh jess” into my pussy and kept licking inside me, sending waves of lust through me, bulding every time he moved his tongue.

“That pussy tastes incredible,” he whispered, making me blush.

Then he hit my g spot. My eyes widened, my hips arched to his licks and I came again, harder this time. Then he stopped, moved up and kissed me fully on the mouth, letting me taste myself. I was amazed and stunned as his tongue moved in my mouth. Then I knew that I had to repay him. He took my place and I got ontop of him, trailing kisses down his body. he had always been mine in my mind, now I was going to get to have him, perfection in my mind. I couldn’t believe how hard he was, I gasped at the sight of it.

He looked up at me and said “You did that Jess. Only you.”

I had waited for what seemed like a lifetime to hear those words. The excitement was intense as I let my fingers touch him for the first time. He and I both gasped. While he was hard, his skin was so soft and smooth and smelled like the ocean. I couldn’t get enough, I kept on touching him as he sighed contentedly. I had to taste him, I just had to. I let my lips come down on him and I gently licked him. He gasped and sat upright.

“Oh fuck Jessica,” he moaned, “That feels wonderful.”

That was all I needed to hear as he gently kissed my head and then lay back down. I took him in my mouth then. God the taste of him went to my brain, sending long shivers down my back. He tasted like vanilla apple cider, my favorite thing in the world. His moans echoed in the room as I sucked, nibble, and rubbed him.

I felt him tense in my mouth and he cried out “Fuck Jess, I’m gonna cum!”

I nodded and kept on sucking him, not letting up a second. He came in my mouth then. Oh god what an experience. He filled my mouth, twice and I swallowed. A blaze went up my body and he kissed me again.

“Let me make love to you Jess, please,” he begged.

I couldn’t refuse. I had been waiting so long for this. I laid back down and he positioned himself ontop of me, stroking my hair tenderly.

“This might hurt a bit,” he warned.

I nodded, I knew all too well. Both of us were virgins, about to cross the line together. He slid inside me then, in one stroke. I cried out in amazement, lust, and pain. He stayed still until I told him I was ok and then he continued. Slow, steady, gentle strokes inside me and then out again; over and over again. I was in heaven. He kept on making love to me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I couldn’t love him more, he was mine and I was his. He slowed down and then speed up, drawing dreamlike tension between our bodies, sending sparks everywhere. He kissed me and pushed against me, I couldn’t keep back anymore. I had to let go.

“I’m gonna cum Chris,” I whispered.

“Then cum my love, cum for me,” he whispered back passionatly.

I feel then, shuddering, twitching in pleasure, love, desire. He kissed me and then came hard inside me. Molton pleasure washed over me, I could hardly believe it. Christopher, my Christopher, the one I had been chasing for the past 15 years, was finally, MINE. I feel asleep in his arms, content and full of love for this man, he was the one. I knew that much. Something stirred inside me early the next morning, I woke up and I was alone.

I looked at the clock, it was 3 am. I swore under my breath as I realized just where I was really. I was in my own room, alone as usual. It had all been a fucking dream. Another stab at the old wound he caused when he broke my heart. Someday when I have the courage I’ll tell him exactly what he’s done to me and how much he’s hurt me. For now though, I’m forever torchered by my dreams, my memory is of the boy that I used to love.