Chelsea's 18th Birthday Ch. 02

If you haven’t read Chelsea’s 18th Birthday, I suggest you read it first to better understand the characters in this series.

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Their precious moment was interrupted again by another intrusion.

Clay again, Brent thought as he looked into Chelsea’s disappointed eyes. But when he looked up he could only wish it was Clay.

“Who the hell is this?” A female voice filled the quiet room and startled Chelsea.

“None of your business. What the hell are you doing here and what makes you think you have the right to barge into my apartment and start asking me questions?!” Brent stood to his feet and walked past Chelsea, fists balled up and his face turning red.

“Oh, come on! You’re just embarrassed that you got caught with this re-bound girl. I thought you wouldn’t be able to make it through the weekend without me so I thought I’d come to check on you. But it looks like you got your fix last night even without me.”

Chelsea was stunned but she wouldn’t turn around. She always tried desperately to avoid confrontation, especially with irate lunatics. However, she knew she had to get out of there fast if she wanted to minimize her involvement.

“Danica, you crazy bitch, get out of my apartment. I told you I don’t want you anymore and what I do in my own home is not your business.”

“Oh. Well, is it her business? Did you have to get a hooker to replace me?” She was annoyingly loud and obnoxious at this point.

Chelsea finally stood up and turned around and found herself face to face with the notorious Danica. But what she didn’t expect was for it to be that Danica! Her face was scarlet from embarrassment.

“Her?” Danica shouted mockingly and Chelsea dashed past her for the door. Brent could hear the breath catching in her throat and could tell she was forcing back her sobs. “You’ve got that girl from school in your apartment?” She giggled loudly into her hand, doubling over as she laughed.

“What is your problem, Danica?” Brent chased after Chelsea and Danica followed joyfully, almost skipping.

Out in the hallway Danica found Brent with his hand on Chelsea’s doorknob. She’d gone inside to get away from that crazy girl and Brent didn’t blame her.

“Brent, she’s your neighbor?!” Danica erupted into hysterical laughter that carried down the halls and reverberated through the walls of Chelsea’s apartment where she sat crying on the floor by the door. “You lazy bastard! You don’t know where she’s been!”

“That’s enough! Get the fuck out of here!” Brent yelled. He would never in a million years hit a girl but he was really wanting to do something to shut her up. “I don’t want you anymore. I never want to see you again. I like Chelsea. A lot. She’s a sweet girl. She’s not fake and she’s a hell of a lot better person than you’ll ever be!”

Clay came running up when he heard all the commotion. Danica scoffed at Brent and rolled her eyes. “Hey, Clay,” Danica flirted and looked back at Brent for his reaction.

“Danica, you should go,” Clay said neutrally.

“Are you coming with me, Clay?” she teased.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Fuck you. Both of you,” she said defeated and walked toward the stairs. “Oh,” she started, looking back at the pair of them, “and you can tell your little peeping tom girlfriend I said ‘good luck’! You two freaks deserve each other.”

Brent just glared at Clay with his hands clamped onto his hips, obviously trying very hard to bite his tongue. Then he stepped in front of Chelsea’s door and stared at the ground searching for something to say that would actually mean something to her in her emotional state. “Maybe she wants to be left alone,” he finally said.

“Dude. I’m sorry for all the crap I’ve been giving you about Chelsea, man. She’s a cool girl, I guess. And if you really like her… You know. I’m happy for you or whatever. But you shouldn’t leave her in there by herself for sure.” Brent looked over his shoulder at his best friend. This is why Clay was his friend. For the few but important times when he knocked some sense into him.

“Shit, you’re right. But I don’t know what to say. Danica was so horrible to her.”

“Just go inside. You’ll think of something,” he urged.

“I already tried. The door’s locked.” He gently knocked on the door with one knuckle. “Chelsea. Please let me in.”

“What’d she mean by ‘peeping tom’?” Clay asked.

“I don’t know. Probably just more psychobabble,” Brent replied without giving it a second thought.

Chelsea didn’t open the door. She now stood inside, leaning against it, fighting with her shame.

“Open the door, Chelsea, please.” His voice got a few notches louder.

“I can’t,” she cried softly through the door.

“Baby, please. You gotta let me come in, Chelse.” A moment passed and still no sounds from the other side of the door. “Chelsea. You’re my girl. I need to talk to you about this.” Brent rested his head against the door wearily. “You’re still my girl, right?”

He heard the door unlock. “Call me,” Clay whispered and headed back to his own apartment.

Brent pushed open the door gingerly and saw Chelsea leaning her left shoulder against the wall facing away from him. She must be so torn up inside, he thought to himself remembering how just last night she talked as though she wasn’t good enough for a guy like him.

After closing the door he wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tightly around the chest in a big hug. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered in her ear. “She’s just…” Anger and hurt was returning to his voice now.

“It’s not your fault,” Chelsea interrupted.

“I’ll make sure she’ll never bother us again. She can’t just talk about you like that and…”

“How could you date a girl like her? She’s the most horrific person I’ve ever met. The last 2 months of school she made my life a living hell.”

“But why?”

Chelsea heard everything that was said in the hallway. Including Danica calling her a “peeping tom”. “I found her with a basketball player in the girls’ bathroom after school. It was about 4:30. I had just finished taking a make-up test. I walked in and she was… ” She blushed a bit from having to use the phrase. “…giving him a blow job. And I saw them. I watched them for a few minutes. I couldn’t help it. She pulled her head up and saw me.”

“Come sit on the couch,” Brent offered. He sat her down and began pulling her messy hair away from her puffy tear-stained face. “That’s much better,” he said sweetly with the slightest hint of a smile. But all traces of it disappeared as he looked into her scared and confused eyes. “Chelsea,” he choked, almost in tears now himself. He didn’t want her to ever feel like this again. Ever. And he didn’t want to see this look in her eyes ever again. “Chelse. I’m really, really very sorry,” he managed to say, choking back tears. He wasn’t usually a crier. Perhaps it’s because he’s never opened himself up and made himself this vulnerable before.

She could tell he was genuine. It was unmistakable. If she had ever had a doubt in her mind, she could now rest assured that he was really having some serious feelings for her. Can she trust him? She wants to so badly but she’s never been in a serious relationship before and it was all so sudden and intimidating. However, his newly revealed soft side was quite appealing and touched her heart.

“Brent, it’s not your fault. You were wonderful. You stood up for me and I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t necessarily expect you to. It would have been easier that way anyway.”

“Of course I stood up for you, Chelsea. I care about you. You know that, don’t you?” Brent placed his hand on her face and kissed her forehead.

Chelsea simply nodded. “I’m so tired,” she said.

“Why don’t you take a nap? It’s about 3 o’clock. I’ll come by and wake you up for dinner.”

“Dinner?”

Brent grinned. “Yeah. I thought the least I could do for my new woman is to take her to dinner after the crazy afternoon we’ve had.”

“That would make me very happy,” she said with a meek smile. “But, do you think you could lay with me? Just until I fall asleep.”

Brent chuckled lightly. “Really? Okay.” Man, she was so cute, even like this.

He followed her into her bedroom and they crawled underneath the sheets. He spooned her, getting as close as possible, reveling in it. His fingers ran lovingly through her hair in a hypnotic pattern sending her into a peaceful slumber.

She felt so close to him when he held her like this. Like they’d known each other forever. Like he was supposed to be here to rescue her from a life of safe love! Brent Hawkins was risky. All evidence would prove it. But she couldn’t deny the attraction. It could be felt pulling from both of them on both a physical and emotional level. Like it was meant to be.

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“Chelsea.” She heard a distant voice calling her name. “Baby, wake up. It’s time to get dressed and ready for dinner.”

Chelsea opened her eyes. Just like an angel, he thought. “Why don’t you get in the shower first? It’ll help you wake up. I’m gonna take one too before we get going.” Chelsea smiled up at him and nodded feeling very lucky to have someone so thoughtful be a part of her life.

Chelsea walked to the closet to find something to wear. She furrowed her brow when she realized she didn’t know what to dress for. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said.

“Well, I don’t know what to wear.”

“Just something pretty. You don’t have to go out and buy a special dress or anything.”

“How did you know I bought that dress yesterday?”

“What? I didn’t say I knew you did. But I thought you did,” he teased.

“Okay, then why do you think I did?” she asked, slightly embarrassed.

Brent walked over to her. “I dunno, you seemed a little unfamiliar with it, considering you forgot that you needed help getting it on,” he said a little lower, “and off.” He smiled to himself and continued, “And it looked brand new. And… I saw you out my window coming back in with a bag of goodies yesterday afternoon.”

“You got me,” she said defeated.

“Did you buy that make-up just for me, too?”

“Stop it.” Of course she did but he’s not supposed to know that! Brent wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

“Did you? Did you get all pretty just for me?” he teased.

“Brent, please,” she said blushing. He giggled at her because he knew it was true.

“I told you we could go somewhere else if you didn’t have a dress, Chelse.”

“I know. I didn’t really think about it until after you left.” Chelsea buried her face into his neck so he couldn’t see her face. Why did he like picking on her so much?

“You are so adorable when you’re embarrassed,” he said with a chuckle and squeezed her before letting go. “Get in the shower. I’ll find something for you to wear.”

She left the door to the bathroom cracked just about an inch and jumped in the shower. Brent began searching through her less than flattering clothes for something pretty. It only took him about a minute to find something suitable. Just as he was satisfied with the blue jean skirt and spaghetti strap top that he’d found he heard her calling him from the bathroom.

He opened the door a bit but didn’t look in. “What’s up?”

“I need a towel. Can you get me one? They’re in the basket by the dresser.”

“Did you not know you were gonna get wet?” he teased making her laugh.

“I just forgot.”

After fetching the towel, he announced, “Okay, I’m coming in.”

He saw a little hand peak around the left side of the shower curtain. The water was still running and she’d only been in for a few minutes Was she already done? He walked up to the hand and presented the towel.

Just do it, Chelsea thought.

Her hand went past the towel and grasped onto his wrist and pulled him closer. Her right eye snuck a peak from behind the curtain. He seemed confused. With her free hand she pulled back the curtain to reveal her slightly trembling body. Trembling from the cold air coming in the door and from nervousness. (Chelsea was never this forward.)

She pulled him to her and kissed him on the mouth. Just on the lips. It was very sweet and very light. As she kissed him, her arms snaked around to his back and began lifting up his shirt. He broke the tender kiss reluctantly and gave her a curious look.

“I should have told you to get two towels.”

God, that was so fucking hot, Brent thought as he helped her take of his shirt. He was certainly not expecting such a bold move from her but it was an extreme turn on for him. He let her unbutton his pants and he slipped out of them along with his shoes and socks and briefs. For a moment, he turned away to close the door and he climbed into the shower with her and pulled the curtain closed.

Both naked once again, they stood face to face. The shower water sprayed down around Chelsea as she was struggling to maintain her confidence.

She felt his hands skim across her lower back as he looked down at her. It was like his entire face was smiling except for his mouth. Like she could see the passion and joy radiating out of him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“Because I want to remember this moment forever.”

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“What… What about this moment?”

“The first moment I felt like I needed someone. I need you because you’ve made me feel something I can’t describe or control. It’s like not having you is no longer an option. I’m like an addict now. I can’t figure it out. And all I want to do now and for the rest of my life is make you smile.”

Chelsea was taken aback by his words. She couldn’t breath. Her eyes were wide and glossy as they gazed at him. How can he say these things, she thought. He knows if he broke my heart I’d be devastated… A single tear escaped and fell down her cheek.

Brent placed his hand on her face and kissed her slightly parted lips. Chelsea’s hands immediately made their way to the back of his head where they ran through his hair and across his shoulders. The water cascading around them made it all the more romantic and erotic.

“I’m in love with you,” he said under his breath, sounding a bit winded.

“Don’t say that,” she said wincing. He kissed on her neck and face carelessly.

“I love you, Chelsea.”

“Don’t, Brent. I can’t.” Her breathing was heaving and irregular. Her head was spinning.

“You don’t have to say it. It’s okay.”

“God, Brent, why me?” He slowly urged her against the wall and continued his assault on her neck and upper chest.

“I don’t know,” he answered clearly, leaning into her with her back against the tile. His attentions went back to her face. “I don’t know. But I’ll tell you something else that I love. Last night, every time I kissed your breasts, your eyes would close, your head would roll back a bit, and you made these beautiful sounds. It was like you were transcending out of your body. It was divine.” He hunched down and took her left breast into his hand and kissed and sucked her nipple. He smiled when she did just what he’d described. He continued to kiss all over her chest, alternating now and again and all the while kneading and massaging with his hands.

Brent reached over and grabbed her shower puff and squeeze on some body wash. He started to wash her body sensually. When she was covered with white soapy suds the sat the puff aside and detached the shower handle from the holder and began rinsing her off starting at her neck. As he worked his way down, he kissed the clean skin all the way to her thighs and she shivered remembering what happened the last time he kissed down there.

He handed her the puff and smiled. Chelsea more than willingly took to the task. It was her first time to really explore his body so she took her time. She mimicked the way he had rinsed her off and kissed him all over his body. When she got to his thighs she looked over at his penis that was semi-erect and remembered what it had felt like to have it inside of her. She wanted that again. She wanted it all again.

“We should get going, huh,” Brent said pulling her to her feet kissing her one last time before he turned off the water.

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What was he thinking, Chelsea thought as she got dressed while Brent was back at his apartment. He can’t love me already. It’s just infatuation! That’s all… But infatuated over me? This has to be more than infatuation. Guys are infatuated with super models and actresses and women they can’t have. But he has me. So it can’t just be infatuation, can it? Oh, God, what if it’s just a phase or something? What if I really am his rebound girl like Danica said? Chelsea, you can’t trust him. Not yet. Don’t do it. You can’t! He’ll break your heart. He’ll do it and you’ll let him. And all because he… he makes you feel so good…

She sighed, replaying the shower scene over and over in her head, reliving the intensity, giving her butterflies.

Now that he was alone, he also began thinking about what had just happened in the shower. Man, he was letting his emotions cloud his judgment.

Chelsea’s a great girl but you hardly know her. You’re all caught up in it. You need to bring it back down to Earth. And how the hell did you let yourself tell her that you love her? That’s not cool. She probably thinks you’re a desperate freak.

Tomorrow he needed to take a day to himself to get his feet back on the ground. But for now, he has to finish getting his plans for tonight in order.

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A knock came on the door and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She was putting on the finishing touches with her modest makeup and ran to the door. He stood outside the door with a tulip in his hand. She opened the door and they both smiled. “Where did you get that?”

He chuckled softly and said, “Ms. Pumley’s window garden. She won’t mind. I feed her cat for her when she visits family out of town.” She takes it from him and laughs sweetly at the last minute gift. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah, I forgot something in the apartment. Come on.” He walked into his apartment and she lagged behind in the hallway. “Chelsea,” he called. “I’ve got to show you something.”

Chelsea stepped inside and was shocked at what she saw. Brent stood there in front of her with his hands of the back of a dining room chair. The table was set with candles, plates and silverware. She stood with her eyes wide, unbelieving of what she saw.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said smiling. “Come sit.”

Chelsea walked over slowly and sat in her seat. “You freaking cooked for me?”

Brent just laughed. He was very well pleased with how things were going with his surprise. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m not a 5 star chef my any means but I figured I couldn’t screw this up too bad.” He walked over to the table and sat a small salad in front of her and took her dinner plate. “I hope Italian dressing is alright.”

“It’s fine,” she said, her mind still reeling from her disbelief. No one had ever taken the time or effort to do something like this for her. Going out to eat would have been so simple. But he cooked for her and surprised her with it. “Would you like a drink? I’ve got some screwdrivers,” he joked, referring to the night before.

“No,” she said sternly.

“How about some wine?”

“Water will be fine.”

Soon he sat in front of her a plate with seasoned green beans, lemon peppered chicken and mashed potatoes. “Wow, this is a lot of food. I’m going to need a to go box,” she joked. He just smiled and sat across from her with his own plate. In a more serious tone she said, “Thank you. I don’t really know what to say. You definitely surprised me. And this looks delicious.” She said feeling her face heat up and turn red. She finally looked up at him and he looked the same way he did in the shower.
“I hope you enjoy it,” he said. “Now eat up. You must be starving.” Besides, you’re going to need the energy.

They ate until they were full and talked about Clay’s infatuation with Ms. Pumley, the 28 yr old widow on the ground floor. She was an attractive woman with a shapely figure and medium length wavy black hair. Clay always said she could be a 1950’s pinup model.

They talked briefly about their childhoods and who they still hung out with from high school. “Ya know, Clay apologized for being so hard on you.”

“I heard him,” she said softly setting her fork on her nearly empty plate.

“He’s not a bad guy. He’s just a loud mouth that doesn’t know when to shut up.” He watched her play with her shirt, straightening it out, clearly not comfortable with talking about it. “I’m just asking you to give him a chance. I’d hate it if you two didn’t get along. He’s my best guy and you’re my best girl.” She looked up and him and flashed an accidental smile. “Can you do that for me?” he said with a little too much sugar.

With that Chelsea couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Good. And by the way, I’m going out to my mom’s house tomorrow in Trinton. So I won’t be able to see you tomorrow.”

“Oh,” she replied. “Alright. Well, be careful. That’s what, 2 hours away?”

“Something like that,” he said as he took note of her sudden disappointed look. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Dinner was wonderful.”

“I can’t wait to take you out there. She has a nice alimony mansion on a lake. And I’d take you tomorrow but her family is spending the week with her and I should give them my undivided attention. I’m afraid I’d have you off somewhere by ourselves all day if you came.”

She smiled really big. “I see, that’s fine. I mean I can understand you need to spend time with your family.”

“You really don’t want to be stuck out there with all of them anyway. My mom’s cool but her family is really catty.”

“Well, I can’t expect to keep you all to myself every day.”

Brent stood up unannounced and walked over to her. He reached out his hand and helped her out of her chair before leading her to the couch where they sat. “Chelsea, I want to apologize for being so forward with you earlier when we were… ” She looked away from him for a moment. She had hoped he wouldn’t talk about it. “…you know, in the shower. What you did was the hottest thing any girl has every done.”

She smiled uncomfortably.

“I mean it. I felt like I really connected with you today. And I meant what I said about the way you make me feel, Chelsea. I just don’t think it was the appropriate time to tell you that I loved you. Obviously that’s going to take more time.”

“I know. I know.” She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this. She thought she was about to cry again from all the emotion she was feeling.

Sensing her discomfort he moved a little closer and put his arm on the couch behind her, facing her sideways. “You’re a really shy girl, aren’t you?”

“You know you don’t have to ask me that. You know I am,” she said blushing a bit. He could tell even in the dimly lit room.

“I like that a lot. It’s a big turn on for me,” Brent admitted.

“Why?” That didn’t make any sense.

“Because it makes you look vulnerable and helpless and fragile,” he said just above a whisper. “And you were even more nervous last night sitting on this couch.”

“Stop it, Brent,” she said shyly.

“You’re so cute when you get embarrassed. I love it,” he laughed lightly. “It’s hard to believe you pulled me in the shower like that today.”

“Well, I could hardly believe it myself.”

“We haven’t really talked about last night,” he said changing the subject.

“I didn’t think we needed to!” Why in the world do we need to talk about that?

“Of course we do. It was your first time. And my first time with a first timer.”

She could feel his eyes seeking hers out, waiting for a response but Chelsea really didn’t want to talk about it, especially with his eyes so intently upon her. It was nerve wracking. “What do you want me to say?” Her hands were shaking slightly and her eyes began to dart quickly at him and away again. Her voice quivered a bit. Just enough for Brent to pick up on.

“Well, did you enjoy yourself?”

Why is he doing this to me? “Of course I did.” Her stomach was beginning to tie itself in knots.

“What did you like the most?”

“Please, Brent,” she said on the brink of tearing up. “I…”

“Sheesh, baby, is it really that hard to talk about?” he asked taking her trembling hand and moving closer to her with his arm around her now. “If you don’t tell me what you liked, how am I supposed to know what to do next time?” He took her bottom lip in her mouth and sucked on it for moment before kissing her gently and teasingly on the mouth.

A shiver went down Chelsea’s spine and her breath became slightly labored and irregular. He’s torturing me!

“You are really that nervous.” he said, breaking the kiss but hovering in front of her face, watching her, studding her. “But you like it don’t you? You like the way I make you feel. You like it when I give you butterflies, don’t you, Chelsea?”

She gave a few quick gasps for air as her breath caught in her throat. “Brent,” she managed to gasp out and closed her eyes tight. Brent was so turned on at this point. He knew he would have her again on this night.

But it was true. His attentions and the way he made her so nervous were euphoric, like a drug that made her heart race and her adrenaline pump.

Brent slid his hand behind Chelsea’s neck and kissed her neck making her again gasp for breath as if she’d been holding it. “Brent,” she exasperated as her head rolled back.

“I know you like when I kiss your breast. You do, don’t you?” She nodded her head slightly. “And you like it when I kiss your neck,” he said between kisses. “And your stomach?” She nodded. “And your thighs?”

“Brent!” she said gasping softly again.

“I love the way you say my name.” He slipped the thin little strap of her shirt off her shoulder and kissed her there. “I saw you looking at my cock in the shower, Chelsea. What were you thinking about?” She took a sharp breath and her head rolled forward. “What did you want to do?”

Chelsea thought for a moment. She couldn’t tell him! She’d die where she was if she had to say it. “I can’t,” she said breathlessly.

“Were you thinking about last night? Were you thinking you wanted to fuck me again?”

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“I can’t,” she cried, almost sobbing.

“Or were you thinking about… maybe… tasting me.” When she choked back her sobs he knew that was it. “Oh, Chelsea,” he whispered. “That is so hot.” He kissed her and she kissed back hungrily, needingly. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and threw it to the floor. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your body, standing there in the shower, coaxing me to join you. All I’ve been able to think about is making love to you again,” he said between kisses.

Brent slid his hand slowly under her shirt, pulling it up over her breasts. They weren’t restrained with a bra because of the type of shirt it was. And that’s why he chose it. He cupped her left breast gingerly and lovingly sending a wave of sensations through her body that even he could feel.

“We need to move,” he said and pulled her shirt back down before he stood to his feet.

“What?”

“Come on.” Brent walked across the room and stood in the dark doorway of his bedroom.

Chelsea stood up with one arm crossed in front and clasped to the elbow of the other and walked slowly toward him, obviously confused at his behavior.

“Wait.” She stopped. “Take your shirt off,” he said biting his bottom lip. She got it up half way before he stopped her again. “Slower,” he said. And she continued. He saw her shirt slowly reveal the sexy curve of the underside of her breast, then her nipples peeked out. He felt his erection growing and straining the front of his pants. She removed the shirt and held it in her hand, standing in the middle of the sparsely furnished bachelor pad in nothing but a denim skirt. Her clean hair tumbled around her shoulders.

Brent’s eyes rolled back and he closed his eyes at how beautiful she was just then. He wet his lips a bit and said, “Now that skirt. Slowly.” Her eyes never left him as she brought her hands to her button and slowly undid her skirt. She tugged it off her hips revealing her lacy panties. They were much different than the ones from last night. The thought of her anticipating another evening like the last made him throb.

“Come here,” Brent said demanding, but not harsh. She walked toward him and he began removing his own pants. “You outdid yourself just then. That was the sexiest strip tease ever.” He took her hand and placed it over his growing member.

She smiled but was still a bit nervous. Brent drew her near and kissed her while he moved his hands up and down her curves and every inch of her back. He pulled her into his room and got her to lay on the bed. He walked over to the window and pulled up the blinds letting in the moonlight. He wanted her to be relaxed but he still wanted to see her face and body.

When he joined her on the bed he hovered over her at first. Then he moved his hand across her belly, down to her pretty lace panties that he knew she wore just for him. He could see her breathing hasten as her chest rose and fell in anticipation.

Brent carefully removed her panties and tossed them aside. “Are you still sore?”

“Only a little,” she said softly.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me if I do.”

She only nodded and watched him lay on his side beside her, his hand resting on her tummy just above her mound.

“You smell so good,” he said just under his breath. “And your skin is even softer than I remembered. And it tastes better than I remembered.”

Brent moved over her slightly and licked and sucked at her right breast causing Chelsea to close her eyes in ecstasy once more. Then with his right hand he moved over her mound and slid his middle finger past her shaved lips. It gave him great satisfaction when she moved her legs apart to accommodate him. He slid his finger up and down the length of her pussy pausing only briefly at her nub when he came to it. She began panting softly and letting out the tiniest of moans. As her moisture began to build he found her opening and cautiously slid his finger inside. She moaned again. After a few pumps he added a second finger, feeling him stretch her with only that. He pumped slowly, being sure to massage the sensitive patch of flesh inside of her, drawing every possible passionate sound he could from her. She sighed when he removed his fingers and sat up beside her to take off his briefs. His erection was full and hard now and patiently waiting for attention.

She watched him as he took hold of it and glided his hand over it. Down and up, encircling the head and down again. It was so erotic watching him do this to himself. She had imagined him doing this only a few days ago and now he’s doing it for her. Like a show. Or a lesson, perhaps. He reached for her hand and brought it to rest at the base of his cock. Chelsea needed no further instruction and began mimicking his actions methodically, once again enjoying the feel of it.

“You’re making me feel so good, Chelsea,” he said with steadily deepening breaths that encouraged and empowered her. A moment later he pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I’ve never done it before,” Chelsea said shyly.

“I know, baby. And I want you to want to.”

“I don’t want to do it wrong,” she said, her voice shaky.

“Just be slow and careful and you can’t mess this up. I promise.”

It took all she had to muster up the courage to say, “Okay.”

She didn’t see it but he let out a sigh and he closed his eyes thankful for her adventurous curiosity. He moved across the bed and leaned up against the headboard. Chelsea followed behind him even more nervous now than before. “Just do whatever you think of. I promise it will all feel good. Just be gentle.” He pulled her close and kissed her trying to encourage her the best he could.

Chelsea timidly kissed down his neck and chest, feeling his modestly toned abs with her hands. As she arrived at his hip she took him in her hand as before at the base of his cock. She moved closer and licked her soft lips. Slowly she licked the tip and slipped it past her lips. She soon found it too dry to do much so she continued to lick and spread her saliva over his penis.

Brent moved his hand into her hair, again encouraging her, letting her know she’s doing fine.

Chelsea moved her head over his cock pumping it shallowly in and out of her mouth. Soon she was focusing on the end because he seemed to respond the most when she did that. She was beginning to get the hang of it, sliding up and down on his rod, licking and sucking, loving every minute of it. It wasn’t as bad as all the girls made it out to be. She especially enjoyed the way it seemed to make Brent feel.

He let out a deep sigh. “Chelsea.” She felt his hand on her face, urging her to release him.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“I was coming too close. I want to make sure you get yours first,” he said devilishly.

Brent pushed her shoulders down on the bed and attacked her neck and chest playfully until she laughed.

He lay atop her with his rock hard cock pressed against her belly and he begins kissing and massaging her tender nipples again. “Now I’ve got to make sure you’re nice and wet,” he said. “Like you were last night before I could even get your clothes off.”

He kissed a trail to her thighs and nudged them apart. He licked and kissed all over them, teasing her. He made a little circular pattern with his tongue, eluding to her what was to come and she moaned as her pussy ached to be touched. Finally, she felt his tongue grace her folds. He moved up and down her length avoiding her nub at all cost, driving her mad. He concentrated on her tiny opening at the base, tonguing and prodding, making her want his attentions on her clit even more. Eventually, when she was writhing enough for him, he flicked her little bud unexpectedly making her cry out in pleasure. “Oh my g… Brent… You’re driving me crazy,” she gasped. He flicked her bud again and again she cried out, grasping the sheets with her fists. He made wide circles around her clit and got closer and closer with every pass, careful not to touch just yet. “Oh, please, Brent. Fuck!” she called out. Brent closed in on her little nub, licking and sucking until her thighs quivered and her hips thrust towards him, rocking her body against the bed as she reached her peak. She was near tears when he was done.

She lay panting catching her breath and when she finally settled down, she looked up at him. Brent lay against the headboard again and beckoned her. She crawled toward him, fully expecting to have to finish what she started earlier. Instead, he pulled her close and said, “I want you to ride me, baby.”

“What do you mean?” She wasn’t familiar with this position.

“Sit on my cock and fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

Chelsea’s breathing which had just began to settle suddenly sped back up as she realized what he wanted her to do. Finally, she lifted her leg over his to straddle him. She placed her hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she used her other hand to grasp his cock. Her hand was shaking slightly as she placed his member at her entrance. All the while Brent watches, admiring her body, delighting in the way that she is trying so hard to please him. Gingerly, she lowers herself down upon him. She couldn’t seem to penetrate initially so she took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. Eventually, the head entered her causing her a slight discomfort that quickly faded. With great care, she began to work herself up and down on his shaft, making him go in a little deeper with each thrust and stretching her walls to accommodate him. Soon they were both moaning and sighing together softly with every stroke.

Brent reached out to massage her breasts as she rode him, heightening her pleasure. “Do you think you can go fast now?” She only shyly nodded her response and began to speed up gradually until she was riding him briskly. He loved watching his cock disappear into her tight little hole. It was pure heaven to watch her please herself on him. They could both feel the tension building in their gut. Brent had just begun to see the light at the end of his tunnel when suddenly Chelsea slowed her pace down considerably. She began to grind her hips into him on the down stroke.

“Chelsea, you almost had me over the edge,” he panted. Tiny bead of sweat began to form on each of their bodies.

“But I wasn’t done yet,” she said teasingly.

“You’re a naughty little girl under all that shy and timid exterior, aren’t you?” he said, almost out of breath. He waited until she was making her next decent and he thrust his hips upward toward her, slamming his cock into her. The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled their ears.

“Ahhg!” she cried. He did it again. “Oh!” He continued to thrust into with every decent she made upon him, slamming into her as hard as he could making her scream out in pleasure. Pretty soon they were full speed like this, crashing against each other over and over, lost in the passion.

Finally, he could feel her getting more tense, her hand that rested up his should was now grasping helplessly at him. He knew she was close so he reached out and began to stroke her clit with his thumb. Only moments later, she succumbed to her orgasm. The clenching and massaging of her walls on his cock was enough to send him over as well. He held her hips and drove into her, drawing out every last little shock wave from both of them.

Panting and gasping, Chelsea wrapped her arms around Brent and nuzzled against his neck trying to catch her breath. He stroked her back lovingly. He was quite impressed with her.

They washed up and agreed that she would sleep at his apartment that night. They fell asleep tangled up in each other’s arms and slept hard.

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The next morning, Chelsea awoke to find a note propped up on the nightstand.

Chelsea,

I’ve left early before you woke up because I didn’t want to be tempted into staying in bed with you all day. There’s cereal and frozen waffles in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever you want. Here’s my key. I’ll get it back from you tonight. (wink wink) I’m sure I won’t be able to get you out of my mind today. So, I’ll miss you.

Love, Brent

P.S. In case you were wondering, you sleep like an angel.

Updated: December 20, 2016 — 7:00 PM

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