But her wanting me? And me wanting her?
With not a soul around to judge us?
Life is too short not to give in and experience what we both want.
So I go for it.
I kiss her.
She takes it. A brief moment of surprise, and then she’s kissing me right back. The intensity only flares up stronger, faster, her kissing me back. Her tender touch on my body. Electricity surging between us.
Cookie knows what she wants, and she starts to undo the buttons of my shirt one by one, the cool air of the room hitting my exposed chest.
She blushes red, a thought hitting her. “You know, um... I...”
I raise an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“I’ve uh... never milked a man before.”
I chuckle. “That’s... that’s certainly a way of putting things. But I think I can teach you that. Do you want to learn, Cookie?”
She looks at me sternly, her expression shifting to tell me something loudly and clearly. “Yes, I do. I want to learn so fucking bad, Baker.”
We share another kiss. Intense, and with signs that she’s learning fast. She’ll be quite a natural in no time.
And she’ll be my natural.
God, I want her bad, and I never expected to have her this quickly.
5
COOKIE
We’re stripping more and more, every article of clothing shed making my adrenaline pump faster and faster. My t-shirt, my jeans, his jeans, even the sight of his socks is enough to make me wet with anticipation of what’s to come.
Part of me wants to blame my rash actions on banging my head on the ground during the fall. But I can’t lie to myself that much. My mind has been awash in fantasies about Baker, and what he could do to me, and just as importantly, what I could do to him.
I'm there in my bra and panties, and he’s sliding out of his boxers, and my eyes settle on his bulging erection. I’m a modern girl, even if I’m still a virgin. I’ve gotten curious and checked out explicit websites, not to mention the number of dumb high school boys who sent me unsolicited pictures of their dicks – I’m well aware of what they look like.
And Baker puts all of them to shame. He’s throbbing, hard and thick, and his is most definitely a man’s cock and not a boy’s.
I reach out, touching it, seeing it tremble and throb a bit underneath my grasp. I run a gentle finger up and down its length, feeling it throb against me. All the while I keep my eyes on him, watching as I touch and massage him.
“Explore how you want, Cookie. But know that you sitting here in those tiny panties and that lacy bra are the only gift I need. Fuck, your tits look good.”
I pull in a sharp breath, thrilled by his words, continuing my own sexual education. I run my fingers down to his balls, taking their heft in my fingers, rolling them lightly in my grasp. Seeing as he lightly groans from my touch, I test how he likes it, massaging them gently. I let their weight shift out of my hands as I close my fingers around his cock, running them up and around his length toward the rounded head, tickling it ever so slightly. I hear his low groans of appreciation and it only emboldens me further.
He caresses my hair as he looks my way with a calm and steady gaze. His hands against my flesh are so delightful, pushing me to further please him. My grip closes around his cock, and I jerk him with a smile, feeling him shudder and gasp from my touch. I keep it light and tender, knowing well enough that playing rough is an acquired taste and definitely not something for the first date.
If I can even call this anything resembling a first date. Baker and I have gone off the deep end of what constitutes a traditional first date a long, long time ago.
His moans become stronger, more erratic, and it’s quite clear he’s very much liking what I’m doing. I lean in, dropping before him on one knee, being careful not to irritate my sprained ankle. He reclines in his chair, his cock throbbing more intensely by the moment.
I’m tempted to have a taste, but for now, I focus on doing what I said I was going to do – milk him dry. I pull him closer, jerking him more fervently, hearing him murmur something about God and how beautiful I am.
It’s not long before I get everything I want and everything I’m after. With a long groan from him, he erupts, his warm, wet seed lashing out and splashing onto my chest, leading to me giggling wildly and smiling his way. I run my finger along the mess and bring it to my mouth, sucking my finger dry. “Well then, here I was, hoping that I’d get to taste it right from the source.”