Adventures in Modern Dating - Sex Stories

Adventures in Modern Dating

... accept us as a couple. What if they don't? What happens if we can't make it together? I'll be okay but I worry about you. You and Mom have always been good. You should have someone to lean on for help." I could tell from her facial expression I was losing.

"I'm not fucking helpless. We will make it because we're not quitters. I want this. If you don't, you better tell me now. Otherwise, I'm breaking up with Danny boy, you're breaking up with Callie, and I'm gonna start moving clothes in here. We'll figure the rest of it out when we get there."

I was toast at that point. I did want it. I didn't like the plan but I didn't have a better one and she was determined to do it her way.

"I do want this. You know I do. I don't want you to get hurt is all. I think boyfriends are supposed to do that."

"Then show some faith in your girlfriend."

"Yes, dear."

"That's better." She scooted over to lean against me. "It's going to be okay, baby. Promise."

"God, I hope so. It's gonna suck if it isn't."

"What did I just tell you?" She jabbed me in the ribs hard enough to make me jump.

"Yes, dear. Whatever you say, dear."

We settled in to watch her movie. I concentrated on how she felt against me, the scent of her perfume and shampoo, and the feeling of peace I had when I was with her. I could worry about that other shit later.

At the end of the movie, she got up to change out of the dress and into something "a little more comfortable." She returned in an extra ...

... long nightshirt. She appeared to be naked underneath. I changed into workout shorts, electing to go bare chested.

Her next movie choice was another romance flick. We started kissing, hands slowly exploring for a while. Eventually, she was straddling me, my hands going from her tits to her ass under her nightshirt as she ground against my hard-on.

I had her shirt off before the movie hero could get the heroine's off. My tongue found her nipples and I toyed with them relentlessly. They seemed to be very sensitive and she really liked having them nibbled on.

When she started to slide down to kneel between my legs, I paused the movie, turned off the television, and guided her to the bedroom.

"First, I'm going to do this." I tossed my pillows behind her and guided her back. I had studied the ebook on oral sex I had downloaded and committed my plan to memory. I had rehearsed this a couple dozen times in my head. I wanted to rock her world.

She was definitely ready, lips puffy and well lubricated. Her clit was starting to make an appearance, ready for attention. She shivered as I lightly ran my tongue over her opening, gently probing it, and then circling it. Her hand found my hair and she began guiding me where she wanted me to go. Up, down, in, out, wide, narrow, I did everything the book I bought suggested.

She gasped when my lips encircled her clit and I teased it with my tongue. When I applied light suction, her thighs trapped my head and she came. It was ...