Chapter 6 – Pleasure

“I’m sorry,” said Bobby. He breathed into her hair, inhaled the scent of it, kissed it, ruffled it.

“You didn’t do anything,” Louise said. She hesitated, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. “Except you got a little bit jealous.”

She had no idea what happened next, but somehow, amid twists and twirls, she was flat on her back on the rug, Bobby above her, kneeling astride her, her arms over her head, pinioned at the wrists, and his face inches from hers.

She wriggled and struggled and squealed for mercy, but his answer was to fix her with his gentle brown eyes, lower his face to hers and gently rub noses. She gave in to his grasp, and revelled in the contact, which soon turned into a long, deep, penetrating kiss. As his grip relaxed, she slid her arms out and round his back, unable to comprehend the massive bulk of the man. The sensation should have been oppressive, but for the first time in her life, she felt safe, protected. Maybe, she hoped, even cherished.

At length he broke off the kiss, reluctantly, slowly, and pushed himself up on his forearms to gaze searchingly into her eyes, looking for pleasure, happiness, consent. He saw them all, and more.

Raising himself further, he stood, bent over to scoop her up in his arms. Then, excitingly, he threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and carried her through to the bedroom she had longed to see. But now she was too busy looking at Bobby to notice the deep blues and muted greys, the plush bed with dark silky covers. He lay her on top, then stood back and surveyed his prize. He thought: This is going to be like unzipping a large black banana, but wisely pushed the thought aside. He said, “Shall I make you a little more comfortable?”

Louise offered him a foot clad in a knee high stiletto boot. “Would this be a good place to start?” she asked. Bobby obligingly unzipped the boot and pulled it off, then repeated the action with the other foot. Then he turned his attention to the tight black leather jumpsuit. It zipped up to the top of the breastbone, but the zipper had not been pulled up so far. A quantity of cleavage was showing, and he slipped a finger inside before sliding it down to the tab of the zip and opening the jumpsuit inch by inch.

There was no bra to catch his finger. He continued down, finally finding the top of a thong. He had soon revealed it – rich red silk with black lace trim. He stopped. Louise moaned. “Why have you stopped?” she asked.

Bobby’s answer was to lift her shoulders and peel the suit back, then gradually roll it down till it had reached her hips. Then he lifted her feet and, grasping the legs of the suit, pulled it free from her body and dropped it on to the floor. She lay there in just the thong, displaying almost every charm to his appreciative gaze. What next? she wondered.

Bobby surprised her by lying next to her, leaning across her, propped on one arm, running the other hand from her collar bone down to her pubis. Then he looked again into her eyes, and decided to ask her a question he found difficult to phrase.
“You know how you said you didn’t have much luck in making friends?” She nodded. “What about the male variety? I mean, how...” He really did not know how to continue.

Luckily, Louise did. “How many times have I been in this position before? How many lovers have I had? How experienced am I?” Bobby smiled shyly and nodded. Louise continued, “Well, I’ve never had a boyfriend, and I’ve never made love. The son of one of the families my parents farmed me out to did some experimental probing, against my will. After that, I never let anyone get close enough to try anything.”

Her frankness shocked Bobby a little. He didn’t know what to do next.

“But this situation, I’ve been anticipating for a while now, and hoping for. I can’t say I’ve been saving myself for you, but when I met you, I just knew that you were the one I wanted to help me forget my reluctance, my fears. If you’d like to.”

For answer, Bobby kissed her again, and as he did so, his hand scooped her thong away and threw it from the bed.

He was suddenly aware how overdressed he was compared to his lovely, naked companion. He leaned up and started to unbutton his shirt. Louise pushed herself half up from the bed to help him by loosening his belt, then working on his jeans. She was slightly surprised to find that underneath them he was free from underwear. As she pushed the jeans down, she discovered that his penis was hugely erect, as it sprang out of its denim prison. She ran her hand along the shaft, rubbing the tip with her thumb. Now it was Bobby’s turn to moan.

Removing first her hand, then his jeans and shirt, he murmured, “You first.” Then he returned his attention to her own naked form.

Kissing and kneading her nipples, he worked his way down to her sex. She was natural, unwaxed (he had somehow known this would not be something she had really taken any notice of in her grooming) and he slid his fingers into the hair, searching for the cleft beneath. With his other hand he raised her knees and parted them, laying her open to his attentions. Sliding a finger inside her, he ran it along her slit, spreading her juices to her stiffening clitoris. He rubbed it with his thumb. He inserted another finger and pumped inside of her. Then, just as she thought she could not take any more pleasure, he lowered his mouth to her vulva and, clamping his lips over it, he probed, licked and sucked. She arched her back and offered herself up to him in a state of mindless pleasure, till she exploded with an orgasm of the most incredible intensity.

After a few moments she returned to her senses. Gazing up at him, she whispered, “Your turn.”