Adventures in Modern Dating - Sex Stories

Adventures in Modern Dating

... whatever it was he was reading.

When April finally came down, she had changed both her shirt and her shorts. She was also a little red in the cheeks. She arranged herself so that she was leaning into me but could sit upright if Mom happened to turn in our direction. She felt very warm.

"You okay?" I tried to keep my whisper low.

The smile that accompanied her nod spoke volumes. Great, now I was stuck with visions of April masturbating in my head. "Wonderful."

Mom's questions during the commercial breaks were innocuous, centering around making sure we washed everything and put the pots away after we dried them. There were no more dating questions. Dad did his annoying Mom thing by asking questions about her shows while she was trying to watch them, which was actually fun to listen to tonight for some reason.

I spent the next two hours fighting down the urge to put my arm around April and just cuddle while we watched TV. We both had trouble keeping our hands to ourselves, giving in to light touches and caresses when we were sure nobody was looking.

When it was time for me to go home, I helped Mom pick up the den, gave both Mom and Dad their usual hug, and headed toward the door. As usual, April was waiting at the foot of the stairs. "Text me when you get home." She was also highly amused about something.

I did as instructed, after putting away the usual leftovers Mom sent with me. I undressed and got into bed, texting April "Good night."

A minute later, ...

... I got a reply text. More accurately, it was a video. April was reclined on her bed, her phone apparently in a stand at the foot, pointed at her midsection. Never taking her eyes off the phone, she slowly slid her left hand up under her shirt and started teasing her nipples. Her right hand snaked down inside her shorts as she spread her legs further so I could see the outline of her hand as she started teasing herself.

"Welcome to the girlfriend experience. Try not to hurt yourself." The huskiness of her voice made me even hornier than I already was. It didn't take her long before she was panting and squirming. Every now and then, a whimper would escape her lips. When her pace picked up a little, I came. I couldn't actually see anything, she never exposed herself, but something told me that she wasn't faking it at all. I was just finishing up shooting into a sock when her head rolled back and she whispered, "Oh, Paulie -" as she shook while her legs clamped together and her toes curled into the sheets. It took her a while to recover enough to stop the camera. I kept a still from that video in my camera roll, face flushed, pupils wide, untamed hair framing her face post orgasm with that amazing smile. That has always been my favorite picture of April.

I used to hate it when she called me "Paulie" because it was usually followed by "Numbnuts", a takeoff on one of the characters fromThe Sopranos. This time, "Paulie" started making me hard again.

That was the best night's ...