“Again?” I murmured almost teasingly.
“Oh fuck yes!” Barb gasped with a distracted voice. Her hands now running up and down my sides, fingernails trailing along my back. I picked up the pace a little more with each stroke in and out. Her gasps each time I plunged inwards, and slow moans as I withdrew coming faster as I increased the tempo. She began to match me thrusting up with her hips as I pushed in with mine. Before long we were moving at the rate of a normal heartbeat, soon after moving at the rate of our own heartbeats, the wet smacking sound of our bodies slapping together at the end of each stroke. Barb raised her legs up, feet trailing along the outer sides of my calves then my thighs to cross and lock her ankles behind my back. Our lusty race nearing the finish line, my balls were tingling and I could feel my climax building as if it were an electrical charge creeping up the backs of my legs from behind my knees to my groin, to my balls. I could feel my cock stiffening and possibly swelling as I neared my peak. Likewise I could feel Barb’s inner walls clasping and gripping and her breath was ragged and uneven. The grunts and moans we both made had merged into one long gurgle of lust and anguish and longing until finally the waves of our excitement crested over the top. Barb’s back arched off of the bed pressing her pelvis and her sex into me as if to push me off the bed. Her nails dug into my back, again breaking the skin. I got tunnel vision as I began shooting pulse after pulse deep inside of her. It felt as if her very core was sucking on my cock, drawing out every single drop I had to give. My own back arched and then the lights dimmed and I collapsed atop of her, my face coming to rest in the crook of her neck. My chest flattening her breasts and pinning her to the bed with my dead weight. Barb’s legs still squeezing and twitching even as they were still locked behind my back.
Some time later, I couldn’t even tell how long it had been but I became aware. I felt my cock softening and then slipping out of Barb’s still twitching very wet pussy. I heard a contented sigh as she stroked her fingers , one along my back and the other hand through the hair on my head. She was kissing my neck and murmuring thank you over and over.
I pushed myself up on my arms again and repositioned myself beside her. Me on my right side, my left leg still draped over her left leg. My breath still coming in gasps as my heart raced. I could feel the tingling heralding the approach of the aftershock, the second cumming as it were. Beginning near my toes, the crawling tingling sensation working its way up the backs of my legs to my knees, shooting up to my crotch and my balls. Suddenly my entire body seized up and twitched and convulsed. All the intensity of an orgasm but with no ejaculation and not lasting nearly as long. It’s like my body hit the reset switch and now my breathing began to slow down even if my heart was still racing. When I finally came back down to earth I realized that I’d not warned Barbra about my aftershocks. Glancing over I saw that she indeed was shocked herself, her jaw hanging open and wonder in her eyes. I smiled and explained to her about my intense orgasms, how I get tunnel vision and sometimes even pass out, and about the aftershocks that follow. “Wow” is all she could say about that as she shook her head in wonder and studied me with those big brown eyes. I reached out and caressed the side of her face with my left hand and studied it in the dim light. That soft genuine contented smile was so angelic and heartwarming . God I hoped this was the beginning of something and not just a one time thing. Then Searching my own eyes I noticed Barb’s were tearing up again, that angelic smile trembling on the verge of crying, yet still trying to smile all the same.
“Barb? What is it? “ I asked genuinely concerned. I absolutely hated to see a girl or a woman cry.
“It’s just that I’m so happy.” She sniffs and gives a short sad laugh. “It’s just been so long since I’ve felt like this, like I’m wanted, that someone finds me attractive or sexy even.” And the tears flowed over her eyes as she wiped at them with her hand as if ashamed.
I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips and gently kissed her fingers as I squeezed it reassuringly in a firm grip. Then still holding her hand I reached over and used the back of my fingers to wipe away her tears from her cheek. “I don’t know why you have been neglected or not appreciated, but that’s over. You deserve more. You deserve to be spoiled and praised and worshiped even.” No one should ever feel unloved or unappreciated. “
Barbra went on to tell me about her life, telling me how she had gotten to this moment. She told me about her being married too young to a guy she thought was her prince charming only to find out he was just a boy with a bully complex. How her parents had disapproved of him even after he got her pregnant. He was not happy about the pregnancy and would abuse her, locking her in a closet during the day. Hitting her, cursing and kicking when he got drunk or stoned. She lost the baby in a miscarriage after he kicked her down the stairs of their apartment when she was 7 months along. It would have been a baby girl. She divorced him and her parents took her back in. She married a second time and was soon pregnant again. Life was better until she found out he was cheating on her and spending her paychecks on another woman and drugs. She divorced him and vowed to remain single and raise her son on her own. Her parents took her back in. Years later her father passed away and shortly thereafter her mother passed away leaving their home to her in a trust. She continued to raise her son on her own but money was tight and she eventually was wooed by her current husband. Drinking and partying hard at first it seemed only natural to get married. He had a good job and made plenty of money and helped pay the bills. Life was good for a few years. Until they both got off the drugs and most of the alcohol, she quit, he didn’t. His job led to him traveling around the country and being gone weeks or months at a time. He spent less and less time at home and when he was home he was verbally abusive and distant. No intimacy, rejection. She suspected he was cheating on her multiple times, and eventually found out for certain that he was. She had a friend of a friend who happened to live in one of the cities he was working at out of state. They relayed his comings and goings and the company that he kept, the company that shared his apartment . She had confronted him on it and he didn’t deny it. In fact he told her it was her fault and he was only taking care of his needs. The beginning of the end. That was three months before I met her online at Nightfriends. She said technically she was still married but her marriage was over.
Throughout that afternoon, after our first carnal tryst, we lay on my bed and held one another, me listening and comforting, she talking and crying and spilling her heart and hurt out. In the end she had stopped shaking and shivering, a change came over her as she melted into my embrace and snuggled as close as two lovers can possibly hold one another. When she finished telling me all that we lay there looking deeply into one another’s eyes. The softness was back, and something else.. a curiosity in her eyes, perhaps a little timid but definitely curiosity. Her smile was growing again too, still shy but growing in boldness with each soft sensual kiss we shared, each time we touched one another’s face or body. If it hadn’t been for the fact that both of our bladders were screaming to be emptied we probably would have laid there for hours just looking, touching and kissing. But the spell was broken. I let Barb get the first shot at it.. ladies first after all. I soon followed and was gladly relieved. Whew! As I walked back into the bedroom I found Barb sitting with her legs crossed Indian style on my bed braiding her long long red hair. Dark red, almost brunette with fiery highlights. She twisted it and braided it into a thick French braid tying the very end of it off with a hair band. The difference in appearance was striking. It’s always amazed me how a change in hair style can make a woman look so totally different. But Barb’s big soft brown eyes were still there, glistening now with something different, still dewy but not so much from tears. Her smile was definitely more confident as well, in fact I would later learn to recognize that mischief in her face by that tell tale impish smile. She had a plan, I just didn’t know it yet.
“Barb… I, um.. I never thought to, uh.. “ I stammered as an awful thought exploded into my brain like a cold hand grabbing my nuts and squeezing. “ Uh.. Protection! I didn’t use a condom…”
She looked at me with an amused smile and laughed. “Don’t worry.. all I have is the box it came in.” and there was that smile again.
“The box it came in? “ I asked confused.
“ I had a hysterectomy years ago after my son was born. I can’t get pregnant again, ever.” She was still smiling but I detected a little sadness there as well. It was there in her eyes, a touch of regret perhaps.
“ Okay, but what if I had a disease or something, you could still get something nasty”.. I offered.
“Are you clean?” she asked.
“Yes but I can’t prove it unless you call my doctor or something.”
She looked at me and smiled again, a genuine smile, eyes and all and said. “I trust you. I probably should have said something before we started anything but my mind was not on practical matters at the time”
“Yeah.. tell me about it.. I honestly didn’t plan on bringing you here or taking you to my bed today.” I smiled sheepishly still wondering what twist the fates had in store for me today or was this them just toying with me.
“I honestly didn’t know that I would be going anywhere or doing anything with you today either.” She looked down at her feet and fidgeted a bit before looking up at me and asking. “Jim, do you regret what we did?”
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