About Last Night

When I woke up, for the briefest moment I didn’t remember where I was, or who this woman was beside me in bed. It quickly came back to me though, before I even had time to lift her leg off me. Jenny was here, finally, and then I remembered last night. God, what a night that had been.
As I lay there watching her sleep, it occurred to me, and not for the first time, that I could spend the rest of my life with this woman. In fact, the first time I saw her I knew that, but I had stupidly kept my mouth shut for two whole years. It had taken me years to understand the messes I had made of my own relationships and those of others when I chased any woman that interested me. I was still reeling from that self-revelation when I first saw her. At least 5’7″, long dark hair, buxom, curvy and solid, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. So of course, she was already seeing someone when I first saw her.
Every now and then our paths would cross. We could always talk ourselves to death, and I admit that I often wondered what she saw in her boyfriend Mike. Then again, she always seemed so happy. That’s the way it goes, I thought. Tough shit for me.

One night a few months ago at her boyfriend’s bar, we’d been talking for hours already. Mike was still working. I swear, no more than one or two inches separated us all night, and our arms and thighs would comfortably touch frequently as we talked. I kept buying drinks so I’d have a reason to keep talking to her and being with her. Finally Mike decided that Jenny was bothering me, and anxious not to loose a customer, dragged her away and put her in a cab to go home. That was it for me too. There was no point hanging around if she wasn’t going to be there. Mike kept trying to apologize to me for her bothering me. It should have been me apologizing for being smitten by his girlfriend. We both let it go, and I left.
Outside the bar, the weather had turned colder than expected. I had my head down, walking back to my apartment past most of the other bars and restaurants. Any one of them would have been a nicer place than Mike’s, but Jenny was always my reason for going there. About a block from the bar, I heard my name being called, and turned around. Jenny was calling me from her cab.
“Hi. Do you need a lift home?”
Did I need a lift home? No. Did I want a lift home with her? Hell, yes. I walked over to the cab and lent down to the window.
“No, it’s fine. I’m only a couple of blocks from here.”
“Oh,” she said. “Are you sure?”
There was something about the way she said that ‘sure’ that made me blink and think again. It wasn’t sultry or seductive, but she definitely wanted to know if I was absolutely sure.
I truly don’t know what I would have said, but she lifted a hand and beaconed me with her forefinger, and suddenly I was in the cab for the short ride home. We both knew what was happening, and there was no way I was going to stop.
We were silent on the ride. We just watched each other. We were silent as we rode the elevator to my apartment, as we stepped inside and the door closed. When she walked straight to my bedroom, all I could do was follow. Actually, nothing would have stopped me from following.

We had that first, slow kiss, her lips on mine and my tongue darting briefly into her mouth to tickle hers. I don’t know how long we kissed, but we were both lacking breath when it finally broke.
“Finally,” she said.
“Finally?”
“Yes. Finally. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” she asked.
My brain started to work, after two years of apparently being completely dormant.
“Since February 22nd, 2001?” I asked.
Her mouth fell open.
“What?” she said.
“That’s when I wanted to kiss you,” I said. “The first time I saw you.”
“Yes! That’s when. What…why didn’t you—”
I shut her up by kissing her again. Long, deep and wet, it was, and by the time that finished neither of us had much breath or sense to talk.
I unbuttoned her blouse and turned her away from me, so I could undo her bra, licking and kissing her back and shoulders at the same time, tracing the muscles and bones across her back, and running my tongue down her spine. I could see and feel the goose-bumps on her skin as I reach the top of her skirt, now unzipping it and sliding it down her long legs, bringing her full, round ass and velvet red panties into full view. I had to stop there to appreciate this view, but eventually tugged them down to let me lick and kiss her ass checks, and just tickle her crack a little. Down her legs I continued, licking the back crevasse of her thighs , kissing her knees and calves. Jenny was swaying slightly, one hand on my dresser to keep her balance. Standing now behind her, I reached both arms around her to cup and feel her breasts in my hands. As I licked her neck and nibbled on her ear, her nipples started responding, growing in size under my fingers.
With a gasp she spun around to face me. Her face and upper chest were flushed with blood, and her gorgeous breasts heaving with each deep breath she took. I couldn’t take my eyes of them. I don’t obsess about breasts, preferring the whole womanly package, but I was mesmerized by their size, shape, and movement as she simply breathed in and out.
Jenny took over now, pulling my T-shirt over my head and quickly undoing my pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. We each stepped back to remove our shoes. After allowing for a moment to view each other, she grabbed me and pushed me back onto my bed.
“My turn,” she said.
She grabbed the hem of my boxers, and slowly pulled them down. She smiled a little when Mr Happy revealed himself to her. I’m not big or thick or anything other than average, but the women I’m with seem to smile when the see that part of me, so that’s his nickname.
All she had to do was breathe her warm breath on him and Mr Happy was twitching, completely wanting her attention. What’s the point of trying to describe the pleasure as she took me into her mouth? Either you know or you don’t, and I can’t find the words anyway. By the time she had licked and sucked and teased me to the brink, he was no longer Mr Happy. Now he was Mr Angry, and ready for anything. But she didn’t stop. Oh no, she just kept going and going, taking me to the edge again and again. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I could moan, and so I did. A lot. Her face was buried in my crotch, and she had one of my legs over her shoulder. I never suspected anything. As I started another peak, she slide a finger deep into my ass, and if it weren’t for the surprise and the pleasure and starting to come in her mouth, I might have told her to stop. In a year or two. I was kind of sorry to feel that finger go, to tell you the truth, but she withdrew it when she finished sucking me dry. Mind you, I was happy that she dashed off to the bathroom to was her hands.
“Thanks,” she said, when she climbed into bed beside my slack body.
“You’re thanking me? Hell, woman, you should get a parade.”
She chuckled. Have I told you about her laugh? No? It’s enough to make a porn star blush and run away. It has layers of decadence to it that I’m going to have to spend years peeling away and examining, start right now.
I slid my hand down her body, reaching that that most wonderful of places. Oh, my mouth was busy too, perhaps busier. There was not an inch on her torso that I didn’t kiss and lick. Her nipples even came in for a good nibbling. I like to alternate between left and right. My hand, though, was playing a different, slower tune. I’d gently rub her clit, which would cause Jenny to arch her back and gasp, moving those wonderful breasts into highlight again. As she settled back down a little, my finger would penetrate a little deeper inside her pussy, and she’d lift her hips a little more for a better angle so I could run her G-spot. After a good fifteen minutes of this attention I decided she’d been tortured enough for the finger-in-the-bum action. When Jenny grabbed my head, kissed me deeper and more
thoroughly than ever before in my life, and said “Fuck me” I wasn’t go
ing to argue. Mr Sleepy had woken to become, first, Mr Happy and then Mr Throbby, and was currently Mr Right Now, damn it.
There are few things I love more in life than the feel of a woman when I slide inside of her, or the look on Jenny’s face as she took all of me. You can see every reason to ever live right there. I was on top of her, more forward than she was used to, and I showed her why.
“Rock your hips up and down, just a little,” I said.
As she did so, she could feel the shaft of my cock grind along her clitoris, while at the same time taking me deeper inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” she said. She said it again. And again. She couldn’t stop saying it to every upward thrust of her pelvis, and again as she lowered and I slid out of her. Suddenly she sped up, both her hips and her voice, and started convulsing underneath me, coming from the combined sensations. I eventually had to stop her hip movements or else buck me off her to the floor. I move slight down her, removing the dual stimulants and focusing slowly, very, very slowly, on one – gliding deeply into her and back out again. She was slick, wet, unbelievable warm and soft. When she wrapped both legs around my thighs, I couldn’t hold off any longer either, and came groaning, deep inside of her. She was still whispering “fuck” in my ear. I think we went to sleep like that.

I was still watching her sleep when her cell phone rang. Before she could wake properly, I grabbed it from her purse and answered it.
“Silvio’s Seduction Center,” I said.
“What? Look, I’m, ah, looking for – who is this? Is Jenny there?”
As I suspected, it was Mike, looking for his girlfriend.
“Oh yes, Jenny’s here. I was just about to bury my face in her pussy. Can you call back in, oh, say a year? Thanks.” I hung up and turned it off.

I looked back at Jenny, now awake and slightly concerned.
“Jonathon, he knows who you are. You do have that cute accent.”
I tossed the cell phone back in her purse.
“That’s tough shit for him.”
“And I heard what you said, you bad man.” Spreading her legs to reveal that glorious sight again, she said “Now come here.”
I leapt for the bed.