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  His eyes opened suddenly, dazed from the feeling, but conscious enough to look up at me. His pounding didn’t slow as he did, and he quickly locked lips with, massaging his tongue with mine, breathing the air I released. And with that, I felt it; his cock let loose his cream inside of me, filling my cunt up. It was warm, it was thick… his fucking didn’t slow, not as long as he came inside of me. It was like fireworks were going off from in, landing into me. His kissing stopped, his lips hovering right against mine, still breathing my air. I could feel his semen creep along his cock, through the walls of my cock.

  He filled me up, gave me his essence. It felt… amazing.

  …I felt his juices drip slowly out of me as I walked down the length of the store. I had all my clothes on me; as if nothing happened; and walked along with as much pride as I could muster. I felt… embarrassed about what happened, and unsure how I was to interact with Calvin after this. What I have with Calvin is something I never want to lose, but what I just had with Cody… that’s something I need more of.

  Calvin looked up from the car and saw me, and waved. He looked flustered, but was otherwise happy to see me. I waved back, doing my best impression of a disappointed look. I needed to pass off the lie that I couldn’t find what I was looking for. As I walked out of the building, a couple of employees gave a look I haven’t seen before, at least not directed at me. I figured they knew something was up; perhaps they saw me exit the male restroom; but they, realistically, didn’t matter. They don’t care enough to say anything.

  I sat in the passenger seat, and after the short exchange with Calvin, we started heading home. I pulled out my phone to pass the time, and noticed a text message from an unknown number.

  “Hey! Is this still your number? Let me know! –Cody”

  I read it multiple times, fully taking in what the implications were. Maybe I was going to keep having this.

  “Everything okay, hun?” Calvin asked, keeping his eyes on the road as he made his turn. I slowly clicked my home button to pull away from the text, and casually put my phone back into my purse.

  “Everything is fine, dear.” I said. We drove away from the store as Cody walked out, smile beaming from his face. As he strut, I’m pretty sure he looked at me, giving me a wink.

  I’m going to have fun with him again. I need more of what he had to offer; he still has to return the favor, after all.

  Pure Delights

  Intimacy for a Lover, by a Lover

  Hello! My name is Mary McKay. Who are you? I haven't seen you around here before!

  Who am I? Okay, I guess we'll start with me. In a few months, I'll be 22 years old. I'm somewhere around... 5 foot and 6 inches tall. I have beautiful long brown hair, that rests perfectly on my shoulders, with just the right amount of volume, after I take my daily shower. Though I'll admit, if the day is humid, it doesn't take long for me to look like a lion... BUT! A lion with beautiful hazel eyes, with eye lashes that will make your man think twice. My body has the best curve in the world, since about a year ago; the way my hips and ass form a slight but noticeable hourglass from whatever angle you're looking at. My chest is well endowed, putting me comfortably in the double D's with my bra size... They keep a decent amount of lift when I'm wearing clothes, so I've never been able to complain too much.

  So that's me, or at least my description. As for what I do on a day to day basis? Usually I'm at home, studying! See, since high school let out, I've been going to my local university, working hard to become a teacher. It's been my dream since I was little! And I haven't really had the time to do much of anything else, at least invest time into it. Usually this keeps me at home (thank you online classes), so I get to be pretty comfortable during most of the day! It's winter right now, so sweaters and pajama pants are all the rage inside the McKay residence.

  Only, it isn't the McKay residence, I suppose. Since around a year and a half ago, I've been living with my boyfriend, Nicholas Thompson, out in his apartment next to the university. He's taking classes too, but none of his are online, so it's not like we're around each other 24/7. But to be honest? I would love it if we were!!

  See, Nicholas is the biggest sweetheart on the planet, and I love him to death. We've been together since almost the start of high school, and, while we've had our ups and downs, we've never been happier with anyone else! We've grown with each other; had each other at our worse. He fell in love with me since before my body's awakening, though he always maintains that I'm only more beautiful now than before because of my mind. Because we've been growing up together! Our plans for the future puts us, inevitably, to marry; my traveling I have to take eventually asks that, if he wants to come with, he and I would need to be one. Sometimes I catch him on the computer, looking up advice on how to propose, on how to ask me, and... Oh, how my heart beats at the thought of it.

  But that's a little ways off. I still have school to finish, of course. He has his online work he needs to get rolling before we move along with the future as well. His business is bringing in some money, but not enough to pay for his apartment. Because I am busy with much, much more schooling than he is, I'm not able to work much at all to help pay for the place, so in addition to school and his online job, he works at a local grocery store, as an assistant manager full-time, to make ends meet. He's so busy, and some days he is so tired... I wish I could help him, but he always maintains that I need to focus on school for now. Which makes sense...

  But for now? His birthday is today. He doesn't work and I don't have school; we made sure of it. I love him to death, and I don't get to show it to him as often as I'd like. Usually either he's tired from work, or I'm overwhelmed with classes, and we don't get to do much together besides cuddle and talk about our day before we fall asleep next to each other. Every so often he takes me out on a romantic night; I'm excited for when my birthday finally does come around; but besides that, we're usually busy or recovering.

  So for today, with the little bit of money I've managed to save up, I bought the cutest maid apron you've ever seen. Pretty white frills in the design, all around the edges, put up against a sharp black, with a faint trim of purple. It's a size too small, especially when considering my chest, but that was the intention when I went shopping. Man, it was a little embarrassing at the check out line! The young lady running the register actually did a double take on me when she got to the apron, and the smile told me she knew what was going on. You can't hide anything from anyone anymore, can you? I wonder if she's done something similar.

  I bought some cupcakes from the local bakery! His favorite kind has the lemon filling in them. He always loves his food either very spicy or very sour; I figured sour and sweet goes together better than spicy and sweet, right? Though when I made that comment to the man running the register there, he said something about barbecue sauce being delicious when a little sweet... I didn't want to bring up the possibility of the food being used sensually, but the thought of me trying to sexually use barbecue sauce ran through my head for a moment, and I shuddered. I don't think he noticed; he was too busy talking about a steak he had the other day. And you think a bakery employee would talk about something other than meat?

  But nevermind the man at the bakery, or the lady who sold me the clothing; today is supposed to be about Nick. And I hope I do a good job showing it.

  "How was lunch with the guys earlier?"

  Nick had just arrived home from his friend's house. Apparently they threw him a little party for his birthday, and while Nick protested, wishing they wouldn't jump through so many hoops for him, he came back with a smile, so I was sure he had a good time. I would have joined him, but his parents called earlier, saying they were going to drop of some things before they left for their holiday vacation, and I said I would stick around for when they arrived.

  By the way, when they did arrive, they dropped off his present, which ended up being a gift card to the major electronics store down the road. Nick has been talking for years about his family's declining... attent
ion? To significant dates like this. But damn, I didn't realize it was that bad.

  "Lunch was pretty good, Mary! My friends were talking about this new addition to the game we play coming out in the fall, and..." Nick starting going on about this has he got himself comfortable on the couch, his eyes sort of dazing off as he spoke. He and his friends have a card game that they love to play, and while I don't get it, I'm happy that his parents'... negligence is easily forgettable for him, through the use of his games.

  I finished packing the rest of the groceries I bought away, and made sure the cupcakes were still in reach. "How were my parents earlier?" He asked, prompting me to put the cupcakes abruptly on the counter, in his field of vision.

  I smiled as I leaned over the counter, that crossed between the tiny kitchen area of our apartment and the living room, twirling my hair around one of my fingers as I talked. "They were fine. They did and said everything you predicted last night, and I can't decide if this is a good thing or a bad thing, Nick-baby. It has a... pessimistic tone to it, as you would say."

  Nick just laughed off the comment, leaning back into the couch. "I guess I can be a bit of a downer sometimes... but hey, if they're acting like that, that means everything is fine with them. Cupcakes?"

  "Yes! I bought some earlier, for us to share. I would have tried my hand at baking some, but..." I shyly looked around the room, trying to act up a cute demeanor for him. "You know how that goes. Even if it didn't go like it did before, it wouldn't be as good as what you could make."

  "My cooking isn't that fantastic, dear." He chuckled back.

  "Wrong! It's amazing." I sort of popped in my stance as I said that; the smile on his face grew, as his eyes sort of admired me and my personality. He always gave me this look that... appreciated me, that loved me for who I was. And that was one of the reasons I loved him back.

  "But don't think I didn't decide to do anything special for you, mister. Stay right there for the moment, okay?" I said, holding out my hand in a stop signal as I walked around the corner into our bedroom. His eyebrows does a thing whenever I command him like this, where they go up really high, as his head tilts down while he looks me straight into my eyes. He can be incredibly sassy sometimes, and usually his follow-up comments are when he does that, but fortunately for me I was already in another room before words escaped him.

  I changed out of my clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on top of the dresser, and fitted the apron on, careful not the tie it too tightly and make marks on my skin. I adjusted it so that it pushed my breasts up, make them look good in them. I contemplated for a moment whether or not I wanted to have on anything else with it. Socks? Not that he looks at my feet, just to keep my toes warm. It wouldn't look good, though... what about my panties? Do I let him undress me a little? ...nah, if I leave them off, I can do a little twirl when I step out, and show off my booty.

  I was nervous, excessively nervous, but... excited? I have never done something like this for Nick before, or ever really, and I know we don't get to be intimate with one another as often as he would like. But... while earlier I his eyes admire in love, sometimes, when we're just eating dinner, or watching a movie, I catch his eyes undressing me, furiously darting up and down my body. Depending on how he's sitting I can see his pants stretch just a little bit. One time I caught him doing it as I was adjusting the mirror in our bedroom, and I admit I took the opportunity to tease him by sticking out my ass just a little bit... I was able to watch his eyes just lock onto my ass as I worked on the mirror, and I have to say, it was the funniest thing I've ever seen him do.

  But he's always so polite when it comes to the do, and always trying to make sure I'm comfortable before we do anything. Well, I'm just about comfortable now, and, looking at what I see in the mirror, I think he'll appreciate the work I put into this.

  "What's the hold up?" I hear him from outside the bedroom. Sounds like he is still sitting on the couch. I probably have been sitting in here for a bit too long to admire myself, but he would probably find it adorable later when I tell him that, so that's okay.

  I slowly open the door, take a deep breath, and step out into the hallway, where he can see. "How does this look on me, dear?"

  Nick's eyes lazily looked at me, at first, but I watched as his eyes widened as they lock onto me. I follow his eyes as they travel up and down my body, as I do my best to pose along the doorway. "So I guess it looks good?" I giggle, as I hold myself up against the side of the doorway, one hand reaching up along the wall, while my other hand travels down my sides, feeling my skin as the nervousness starts to set it. The apron tied around me was a little too tight on the sides, and you could see my body form to it a little, but I didn't let that take away from my sexiness, or at least my attempt of it.

  "Mary, when did you get..." Nick slowly sat up from his spot, and started walking towards me, his eyes still locked on my body. Now they were focused on my chest, as my breasts struggled to stay behind the bit of clothing, pushed up into position, making a noticeable breast line as it tried to take my breath away. As his eyes traced me, I did my best to... enhance them as he walked up, pushing my arms in as he walked up, but the atmosphere started to make me too nervous, and it didn't last long. I turned around out of embarrassment, blood rushing to my face. I buried it in my hands as my tried to get back in the bedroom.

  I try and be more proactive, try and be more adventurous, and sometimes I'm successful. But being out here, like this, wearing... this... I don't know, maybe I'm not as confident as I'd like to be.

  But as I tried to turn into the bedroom, Nick's arms wrapped around me from behind. I can feel his body press close to me.

  "Are you okay?" Nick asked, his arms wrapping up from behind, holding me against his warm body as we stood in the hallway. My breath started to quicken as the embarrassment grew.

  "Yeah, I... I just..." I brought my hands down from my face, and wrapped them around his arms. My backside was naked, but it felt warm against him. "Sorry... I got caught up in the moment... I'm not used to being spontaneous like this..."

  Nick took a moment to run his fingers through my hair, and my breathing started to relax. "You aren't one for surprises, yeah." He chuckled. "But you have no idea how surprised I was to see you dressed up so cute like this."

  "Was it a good surprised or...?"

  "It was a good surprised, Mary." Nick assured me, starting to kiss the back of my head. His hands then started to caress my sides, warming my body just a little more. "Did you know how beautiful you are?"

  "You keep saying I am..." I smiled as my arms relaxed, my hands moving slowly down my body as his kisses moved from the back of my head down the side of my face. "Even though I'm too shy to do this...?"

  "It's part of your charm..." Nick spoke softly. "I wouldn't want to have you any different than you are now, Mary..." His kisses reached the side of my neck, and his lips were so warm... his lips lingered against my skin a little longer with each press, and I could feel his arms holding me a little tighter against him... Somehow, I guess I still charmed him. I'm a pretty lucky girl.

  He pushed me up against the wall of the hallway, his kisses lingering longer still, as his hands grabbing at and pulling my hips closer against him. I could feel his cock press up against my ass through his jeans... I could feel it grow as his lips moved from my neck down my shoulder. His hands felt my body, moving down from my hips and around my legs, reaching around for my ass and giving each side a squeeze. My breathing hastened as he started to kiss me down my back... his hands travelled up my sides as his body worked down... his lips sent waves of energy through me with every kiss down the curve of my back. Eventually he reached the bottom of my back, right before his lips touched the beginning of my bottom, and his tongue pressed against my skin as he rose back up, tasting me fully as he rose. My body jerked harder against the wall, as the sensation took over. Back fully on his feet, I felt his cock completely hardened, and I felt my own desire to taste it, to tend to it, grow. His han
ds grabbed at my breasts, and he kissed the side of my face, beckoning me to turn my head to kiss him back. I did my best to meet his request, as his hands played tenderly with my breasts a little more, as I desperately wanted to taste more of him, desperately wanted to make him feel good. Eventually he forced me to turn around, pinning my arms up against the wall, his eyes fierce with desire over me.

  For a moment we stood there in silence. We stood close, as we breathed the same air, as I could barely feel the presence of his lips against mine. But I took the chance he gave me, as his grip against my arms weakened for just the moment, and I managed to slip down, my back stil pressed against the wall as I did.

  My knees hit the floor a bit harder than I would of liked, but I didn't give myself a lot of time to think about it, as his erection was now promptly in my face, his jeans the only thing standing in my way. My mouth watered in anticipation, as my hands furiously worked against his belt, throwing it out of the hallway and into the living room. His fingers started running through my hair as his pants fell to the ground, wrapping around his ankles, revealing the treasure buried within. His cock hung from him, already too hard to hold itself up, my fingers barely able to reach themselves as I tried to wrap my tiny hand around it. I held his cock up, and gave him a little tease with my tongue before I started, licking the bottom of his shaft and a bit of his balls. He tastes so good.. so hot. His fingers that were running through my hair before started to pull my head towards him, as is beckoning to start pleasuring him for real. My hand, even though it can barely wrap around his massive cock, started to slowly, tenderly stroke away at him, my tongue playing with the tip of his cock as I did. I could feel his cock pulse in my hand; I could feel it beckon for more attention, for more loving. I brought my other hand up to slowly massage his balls as I stroked away; I could feel my own body start to beg for attention, crave him, desire his cock. I knew he was watching me, looking into my eyes, as I slowly licked my lips in anticipation. My strokes become harder as I felt his whole cock back and forth; my pussy started to drip from my own wetness. I was going to make him feel... so good.