She was delicate, feminine, romantic and scarily intelligent. And mine. Jay would describe herself as pretty average looking – but to me, she was gorgeous. Fucking her had been a revelation; I'd never lost myself during sex quite that much. I was addicted. One afternoon in particular stands out from all the rest.
My phone pinged mid-morning. New message from Jay. I could hardly believe my luck when I read her words – she had the afternoon off, so was it ok to come round? It was more than ok. As usual my stomach leapt into my throat at the prospect of meeting her again – something about this girl turned me to mush. I'd eventually realise that I loved her – years later, as it happens – but for the moment I fooled myself into thinking it was simply sex.
Even the sex was never simply sex. As I rushed to prepare for her arrival that morning, I couldn't help but get distracted by memories of being with her. Thoughts of what I was yet to do to her. My mouth on hers, my fingers sneaking under her clothes, down her jeans...
The time until her arrival at my place is just seconds in my memory, but that morning it seemed like hours. Eventually the bell went and I attempted to answer the door casually, in my casual tee, casual jeans. So casual. I hoped she wouldn't notice my hands shaking.
Jay flashed her white teeth at me in a deliciously cheeky grin. Usual "hello's" were exchanged then suddenly she was in my hallway, and on me – no preamble, no pretence either of us wanted anything else. Barely getting the door closed behind her, she dropped her bag on the floor and her mouth was on mine while she was still shrugging her coat off.
They say it's like time stopping, but it's more like time didn't exist. We had both no time and all the time in the world. All I knew, as I melted into the moment and enjoyed her tongue dancing with mine, was that I felt complete. I reciprocated, devouring her – and, after she'd managed to finally disentangle herself from her coat, we stumbled up the stairs to my room. Her sexy giggles turned me on and I playfully growled at her in response.
Jay was shorter than me and used it to her advantage. Entering the bedroom she turned around, brought her hands up to her shirt buttons, looked up at me and simpered. Actually simpered. I've never known anyone -before or after- who could actually simper. She just turned on those big Ally McBeal eyes, added that cute little pout and, without saying a word, issued the challenge. Fling me down and fuck me, if you dare.
Oh, I dared. My earlier nerves had vanished, as they always did once we reconnected. My face must have given me away, because I saw the look in her eyes change from teasing to fearful excitement. That was just before I grabbed her wrists and kissed her forcefully on the mouth once again.
I was in control here now. It's the way we worked – she lit my fire and I gave it to her white-hot. She moaned against my mouth, revelling in being captured, the teasing minx. Moving forwards while kissing her, she had no choice but to move backwards towards the waiting bed. I broke away from the kiss, still holding her by her wrists captured between us. The satisfied and slightly smug look she gave me told me all I needed to know.
With one almighty shove I pushed her on to the bed. She gasped as if in hurt shock, even while that massive grin on her face betrayed her absolute joy. 'Jay', I thought to myself, 'you'll never win an Oscar'. Still, I knew she could perform in other ways.
I don't know how long we played on the bed, tangled round each other and enjoying having the time to explore each other properly. We started off dressed and kissing, but soon moved to unbuttoning each other's clothes, me undoing her shirt and her pulling my tee off over my head before our mouths met again. Her cute little tits goosepimpling in the slightly cool air; she hardly ever wore underwear. Those small perky breasts contrasting with my sizeable, round ones barely constrained by my bra. We tussled for a while like that, her topless, me in my bra, both in our jeans like some kind of post-watershed Levis ad.
