He was Hot, I was Not!

Stan couldn't help it, he had a big, silly grin on his face. Kayla had dreamed about him, she had admitted it. That meant something, didn't it? He wondered if she was having just as hard a time getting him out of her head as he was getting her out of his? He wondered what her dream had been about?

Kayla watched the play of emotions run across Stan's face since she had told him her secret. She was mortified--she hadn't meant to tell him. Now he was smiling...and he hadn't said anything. "Is he laughing at me?" she wondered. Hot tears of embarrassment and shame stung her eyes as she got off the couch and quickly went into her room.

Kayla took off her glasses, the tears were flowing freely now. She threw herself on her bed, curled up into a ball of shame, and grabbed a pillow to hide her face...to hide her tears. How could I have told him that, she wondered? He had insisted, he sounded as if he had to know, and like a puppet--I told him. What the hell made me do that? I am so stupid! I should have took that to my grave; I shouldn't have told him. Now he's laughing at me...he thought it was funny...the chubby black chick had a crush on him. She was so embarrassed.

"Kayla," Stan had followed her into her room! "It's okay," Stan said softly as he sat on her bed, removed the pillow away from her face, and pulled her in his arms.

"Listen to me! I haven't been able to get you out of my head either...since the first time I saw you at school," he admitted to her.

Kayla looked up at Stan in astonishment. She couldn't believe he was saying these things to her.

"You're just saying that to be nice--so I won't be embarassed," she said believing she had finally figured it out.

"I've always dreamed of being with a beautiful girl like you; I want to be with YOU," he stated emphatically as he wiped away her tears. "Besides," he snorted, "Do you think I'd be sitting here with a boner if I weren't being honest?" he asked.

Kayla looked down at Stan's pants...in...that...area. He did seem to be aroused, either that or he was REALLY PACKING.

"I can't be near you without getting hard; if I see you I get hard, I want you so badly it hurts." Stan continued, "I can't tell you how many times I have had to touch myself just so I could get a decent nights sleep; but its still not enough." Stan went on. "I guess that what I'm trying to tell you is that I am very attracted to you Kayla, and I hope you feel the same way about me."

Stunned by what Stan had just revealed to her, all Kayla could do, all she had time to do, was nod her head "yes," because the next thing she knew Stan's lips were on hers. He kissed her hungrily, like a starving man with a steak placed in front of him. His tongue slipped though her parted lips and after her initial surprise, she kissed him back just as eagerly.

Kayla put her hands in Stan's hair and pulled him even closer to her pressing her body against his in a wanton display of passion. She had waited so long for this to happen--for some guy to want her the way she was, and she had wanted this to happen with Stan so much that her insides hurt. She urgently ran her hands over his body and frantically sucked on his tongue wanting to taste him. God, he felt and tasted so good.

There were so many things she wanted to ask Stan, so many things that hadn't been said, but they could wait. Right now she wanted to clear her mind of everything else so she could enjoy the time they had together.

Stan felt the same way. Finally he was with the girl he wanted to be with, finally he felt free to kiss her, to touch her. Right now the only thing that existed was Kayla and it was even better than he had imagined it would be. He couldn't get close enough to her, kissing her just wasn't enough! Already excited, her passion was getting to him. God he was aching to be inside of her, but he wasn't going to rush...he wanted to savor the taste and feel of her as long as he could.

The room became warm with the release of their pent up passion. Stan removed his mouth from Kayla's reluctantly, briefly, showering her face with soft warm kisses as if to promise her it wouldn't be for long. Even so, Kayla made a sound of protest as he pulled away, still touching him with her hands, reluctant to relinquish contact. But then she inhaled sharply as he took his shirt off. God he had the PERFECT body, he wasn't overly muscular like a body builder, but he was definitely ripped. Her hands were eager to touch his bare skin and she tentatively reached them out to do so.

Stan saw her eyes light up with the need she was feeling; he felt the same way. Eager to touch her without anything getting in the way, he helped her remove her own shirt; her hair escaping from it's ponytail as he pulled it over her head. God she was so beautiful. Her dark skin glowed, and he marveled at the contrast of her darkness compared to his lightness. In some way that was hard to explain, he found it erotic, more erotic than any other sexual experience he'd had. Seeing her like this made his body become rigid with desire. Without her glasses on, and with her hair loose about her shoulders she looked so wanton, yet so innocent. He was glad that no one had been able to see her beauty beneath her "librarian look" like he had.

But he still wanted to see and touch more of her. He looked at her questioningly as he fingered her bra...silently asking for her permission. Eyes widened with desire, she nodded yes. Stan moaned as her full breasts escaped the material that was hiding them from him. He wanted to touch them, to taste them, but he wanted to do it right...without any clothing barricading any part of him or her. He stood and quickly removed the rest of his clothing.

Kayla's eyes became even wider as his swollen member sprung free of it's clothing. OMG, he was HUGE, will it even fit in me? Kayla wondered. Out of curiosity she touched it and Stan moaned softly. She looked up at him as if to ask if it was okay and Stan nodded. She gently wrapped her hands around it touching it gingerly as Stan moaned even louder with pleasure. It was the first time for her to do something like this, to see a boy's penis up close and with permission to do as she pleased with it. Touching it woke up feelings in her that she had never felt before, and she wanted to experience more.

She kissed it softly and Stan inhaled sharply as he moaned. She looked into his eyes--filled with desire, they seemed to plead with her. To Stop? To continue? She wasn't sure.

"Please," Stan moaned.

Please? Please what? she wondered as she lightly kissed it again. Her soft lips lingered on it's hardness, and she gently sucked the tip of it into her warm mouth delighting in the texture and taste of him. She ran the tip of her tongue over the bulbous head, sticking it into the small opening that was there. She didn't know if it was possible, but it seemed as if Stan's already engorged penis became even larger as she caressed it with her hands and her mouth, and she became even more aroused.

Kayla heard Stan's sighs of content and marveled at how his pleasure became her own. She was delighted by this revelation, by his reaction to her touch--this whole new experience, and a moan escaped her throat which resulted in a sharp sensation of feeling down below that made Stan feel as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightening.

"Kayla, please! No more!" Stan's voice was strained as he both commanded and begged her to stop; he had to make her stop.

She looked at him questionably,

"I'm sorry. I never...I just wanted...," thinking she had done something wrong, she started to apologize.

"No, it's not you. I just wouldn't be able to control myself if you do that," Stan said.

He took a deep, shaky breath, he had to get himself under control if he wanted to satisfy her. He pulled her to her feet and quickly helped her remove the rest of her clothing. Then they both reclined back on the bed totally nude. Now was a good time to slow down and enjoy each other--they had all the time in the world.