The December air was almost quiet that night save for a children's choir singing ancient hymns and a church bell ringing out the 11:00 chimes. The whole world seemed to have slowed down. I had on my jeans and hoodie that night and still felt naked in the air that night. Snow crunched under my feet for so long that before I knew it I was back at campus and nowhere left to walk unless I just wanted to walk laps around the school. Pausing in front of a bronze statue of a college founder, I heard someone else coming.
I'd seen her a few times in my tutoring sessions with another student, a pretty girl with dark hair, a lip piercing and always sporting the cargo pants or jeans with hoodies or coats. She looked up once and I smiled at her. She'd smiled back, a tender smile that almost hurt. There was something about her that was beautiful but I had put it away from my thoughts because of my tutoring work.
Seeing me, she nearly jumped and smiled wide, happy to see me. She had a Hello Kitty pullover and black cargo pants with chains; it all left quite a bit to the imagination. I waved to her and she waved back.
"Nice night for a walk, huh?" I had said.
"Uh, only if you want to freeze your tits off!" she said with a chuckle. "What the hell are you doing out here?"
"Needed some fresh air. Too many people at the pub."
"I hear ya. Well...um...I've got some coffee if you want to warm up, maybe?" The honest, shy smile she gave me lasts in my memory: A shy, beautiful girl thinking, "Please, please please say yes." I know because it echoed what my own heart was saying.
I'd been tutoring a cheerleader and sorority queen that was about the most annoying and shallow creature I'd ever met. We didn't like each other and I was okay with that as long as she listened and did her studying, but lately she had been torturing me by bending over low while I'd look over her paper. She'd bend over and I would be able to see her warm, soft breasts and soft pink nipple. If I leaned back, she would too, opening her legs to show her pink cotton panties. She, of course, wasn't interested in me in the least yet it gave her pleasure to tease me. The whole situation left me feeling like women were best left alone for the time being while I focused on my studies.
Yet here, amongst posters of Japanese cartoons and rock bands, I am talking with a beautiful woman in a campus t-shirt she's outgrown and sipping cheap coffee. This moment, laughing with her over the idiocy of social clicks and how one professor looks like Stalin, is better than sharing a cup of fine wine with a supermodel at a Parisian cafe. We talk for hours and hours over everything and anything, at one point yelling, "Inuyasha!" and "Kagome!" back and forth (It's a anime thing...very silly.)
I don't know how we got onto the subject of games but soon we were scrambling for her Guitar Hero, picking up the plastic guitars as if they were axes of glory. Being her roommate's game, neither one of us were very good at all, but it didn't seem to matter. Again and again, we picked the hardest song and played like rockstars (despite the sour notes and boos telling us how bad we were doing.) We played that way until the lights suddenly cut out.
A blackout from the storm left us in the dark, yet seeing her face glowing in the moonlight beaming from her window I knew that the only important thing in the room was lit. We muttered a few nervous comments, but we both knew that we wanted each other. My heart was beating hard as she took my hand and drew me closer. I could feel the heat off her body emanating like steam from a magnificent feast, like heatwaves off endless blacktop. Leaning in, I kissed her gently.
I've kissed a few women, but none like this. Perfectly soft, honest and spread, her lips asked nothing but to love and be loved. I remember the feel of her hair on my face, the room spinning, the feeling of my jeans slipping off, a blur of sensations. I remember smelling her for the first time, that true smell of another human's skin: Earthy with a hint of sweetness, like honeysuckle. My eyes had been closed as I kissed her lips, yet as I opened them I found myself on her small cot of a bed, her naked body below.
Her hair was all around her, tossed and wild. Her breasts were beautiful, rising and falling as she stared up at me, ready. I gently kissed her neck and lowered my lips to her right breasts, gently licking the pick nipple until it rose, erect, eager to be loved. I sucked it gently, feeling my lover's hips grinding against my hip, her groin finding my member. I moved lower, kissing the slight bit of belly she had, pale and soft, quivering with excitement.
"May I?" I asked. She nodded.
Pulling down her soft white and blue polka-dotted panties, a gentle tuft of black hair greeted me. Moving down from her belly button, I kissed every inch, my hands grasping her soft, sensual buttocks. I kissed to the left of her beautiful lips, I kissed to the right, again and again until she moaned, her hand gripping my head and beckoning me to begin. Compliant, my tongue went down low, between her vagina and anus, and pressed in, sliding deep into her and rubbing her wet, delicious vagina as it reached up towards her clit. It was my first time, but my friend had explained it this way to me: "Imagine you've half a coconut, yeah?" (He was from Trinidad.) "Just imagine that you are trying to hit the inside of it with your tongue, touching it all from bottom to top. Then, don't forget her flicka!" As I rose to the top of her sweet pussy, I let my tongue twirl around her moist, erect clit a few times before my lips softly engulfed it and sucked it, once, gently. Her whole body tightened and loosened with every dive of my tongue, low moans of pleasure heard from above me. As her hips lifted and fell, her body writhing in pleasure, the wind outside howled fiercely.
I remember her screaming as she came, not like some woman being killed or hurt as I'd always imagined but in a passionate, wondrous way; a cry that harkened to times prehistoric when man first satisfied woman. With wild abandon she gripped my head and shoved it into her pussy, screaming out in joy, tears rolling down her face. When it was all over, she drew me towards her, kissing me, chuckling at her taste on my lips. I'd never done anything like that and it was perfect to me. Smiling, her hands went lower towards my member.
Kissing me as she drew her legs around me, I felt the moistness on my lap first. I'd never been with a woman, only discussed it. As she took me in her hands and placed me inside her, I remember holding my breath, afraid I might hurt her, afraid I might explode. Then that sweet, piercing feeling of being swallowed. Our eyes met, something in us changed, parts of our souls touched. She leaned back, holding my head between her perfect breasts and swayed, her hips grinding and thrusting, my body near limp with pleasure and surprise. I kissed her breasts and held her hips, moving not on my own but according to what my body told me, according to a subconscious voice saying, "This is how it is done, this is how you make love." I could feel her pussy tighten and squeeze my shaft, her breasts pressed against my chest and nails digging into my back.
I remember seeing her scream out in joy with me when I came. Hot, sticky cum filled her and dripped from her pussy. She felt around my shaft, our bodies trembling, and wiped a drop from off of me and held it up, examining it like some strange alien specimen, before tasting it. I was intoxicated by this woman, my whole being filled with joy and wonder. I wanted to marry her and have ten thousand babies all at once. Yet, smiling, she simply kissed me, again and again, softly until drawing me out of her and laying beside me.
She told me she would call, but didn't...we saw each other in tutoring now and then, I'd wink, she'd blush, but nothing ever came of it. I wanted more of her, to do whatever it would ever take to please her, but one day she just didn't come back. I had to wait until next year, in the spring, to see her again....
Cont.'d in One Spring's Morning...