A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristine, Part 5

... head on my arm. Her hand went to my shrinking cock and held it gently. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, as she had pulled the top down, and the bottom up, but never actually taken it off. As she leaned against me, I answered her, “I went to the pool to look for you, but you weren’t there, and I didn’t want to come over too early. I don’t know why, but since I didn’t know when you wanted me to come, it seemed like inviting myself over.” “Well,” she sighed contentedly, kissing my shoulder. “You are here now, and that is what matters.” We lay like that for a little while, and we enjoyed the quiet together, the sounds of the city far below us. She kept her hand around my penis, which had shrunk considerably, though not quite to complete limpness. She lifted it a bit, looking down on it with careful attention. “I hope you do not think I am too superficial, but you really do have a beautiful cock. It has a perfect shape, and its size is breathtaking. Whenever you enter me I feel completely possessed and filled.” She had said something like this before on a different occasion, and I knew better this time than to say something silly, like “thank you,” so I simply said nothing, and allowed myself to feel immature pride at her words, as she continued to hold and examine my cock, “In fact,” she continued, “it is large enough that you will have to be careful with your first girlfriend. A younger woman may find it almost too big, unless you are very careful to get her ready ...

... and to let her get used to its size. You will not be able to take her as forcefully as you took me just now. At least not until she is used to you.” I felt a strange sadness when she referred to my “first girlfriend.” Even though I knew what we were doing was not dating, I nonetheless somehow felt dismissed when she spoke of a future girl as being my first. Speaking of what we were doing, I had managed not to think about definitions too much. I was mostly swimming in the thrill of sex. Almost as big part of it, as hard as it may be to believe, was feeling desired. After having been completely invisible to high-school girls in my earlier, pudgier years, having Kristina want me was almost more heady than the sex itself. Well, that’s probably an exaggeration, but it was a big part of it. Kristina sensed a change in my mood, and without saying anything, she leaned up and kissed me deeply. As I kissed her back, my momentary melancholy melted away, and I was swept away by the feeling of her body pressed against mine, her hand still gripping my cock, and her tongue darting into my mouth to find mine. After a long, wonderful kiss, she settled back down against me. “Would you like to hear about my shopping trip, Michael?” She was eager to tell me, and it was clear she could barely contain herself. I was a bit confused. Grocery shopping? Clothes shopping? Why would she want to tell me about those? “Uhh...sure,” I answered, somewhat lamely. “Oh, I think you will find it interesting. More ...