A birthday to remember

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He heard the doorbell ring twice, laid the knife down on
the cutting board, and wiped his hands on a towel. He went
to the door and reached for it with a shaking hand. ?Why am I so
nervous?? he wondered. He opened the door, and there she was. Tight
blue jeans,a button-up white shirt, and that same great smile. It had
been, what.... nine months? She hadn?t changed. Still
beautiful, with that shoulder length brown hair....sparkling
eyes....and that body. Was she really only eighteen? God,
what was she going to look like in five years? ?Are you going to let
me come in, or do I have to eat outside?? The question brought him
back to reality. ?Oh, sorry,? he said with a sheepish grin. ?I was
just lost for a moment.? He stood and watched as she walked to the
sofa. What an ass. He closed the door and went back to the meal he was
preparing. ?Mmm. Something smells great. What are you making??
?There?s some stuffed mushrooms in the oven to start with.
For a main course, I?ve got breaded chicken breasts and
a tossed salad. I haven?t really decided on dessert, yet.?
He smiled to himself at the private joke. He knew what was
for dessert, but it was a little too soon to reveal the surprise.
?So, do I get to open my present now, or do I have to wait
until after dinner?? She had made herself comfortable on the
sofa, and was thumbing thru a magazine on the coffee table.
?Present? I thought this dinner was your present!? She faked a
look of disappointment, and that sparkle showed in her eyes again?
He played along. ?All right, maybe there?s more, but you don?t get to
see it until after you eat. Satisfied??
?Not yet, but I better be before the night?s over.? She went
back to looking thru the magazine, and he continued cutting the
lettuce for the salad. After a couple minutes of silence, she got up
and walked over to the kitchen island. She leaned over the counter
toward him, pretending to take an interest in what he was doing. He
pretended not to notice that the top couple of buttons on her shirt
were undone, and ignored the view. Instead, he kept chopping the
lettuce and prayed he wouldn?t embarrass himself by cutting off
a finger.
?You never answered my question when we were talking on
the phone the other day.? It had been a long conversation, and he
tried to remember which question she was referring to. He gave her a
puzzled look, but she wasn?t going to let him off the hook that
easily. ?You know which question I?m talking about. The one you
wouldn?t answer. Do you ever fantasize about me??
Oh ya, that question. He had never had anyone ask him if he
fantasized about them, and it had caught him totally off guard. It
was one of the few times he couldn?t come up with a good answer, and
he was afraid he was going to have the same problem now. ?Come on
brain?, he thought. ?Don?t fail me now!?
?What?s wrong?? she asked. ?No snappy come-back. I?m
disappointed.? ?I think I?m going to plead the fifth amendment here,
on the grounds my answer could tend to incriminate me.? Not great, but
it would have to do. Thankfully, it was enough of an answer for her.
?That?s okay. I think that answers my question. Don?t be
embarrassed. I was hoping that was the answer.? She leaned
forward even more and licked the tip of his nose. He almost
lost a finger. ?Are you sure you don?t want to just skip dinner
and go right to the present?? She reached for his hand to
stop the knife on the lettuce. He looked at her, took a deep
breath, and regained his composure. His voice wasn?t quite
as steady as he had hoped.
?You know, I spent a lot of time on this meal for you. It
would be a shame to let it go to waste.?
?All right. But let?s eat fast.?
An hour later, he collected the dishes and placed them in the
sink. He?d worry about washing them later....much later. He turned
around and looked at her sitting on the leather sofa, watching him,
her right elbow on the arm rest. Her head was cocked to the side, and
she was tracing her bottom lip slowly with a finger. Was he just
imagining it, or was she breathing hard?
?So, where?s this birthday surprise I?ve been waiting
so patiently for??
He went to the sofa and sat down beside her, taking the finger
from her lips and putting them to his own. She traced the
outline of his lips, and he gently kissed the end of her finger.
?You?re sure you don?t want to just sit and talk for awhile??
He was going to make her squirm a little....anticipate....but not too
long. She moved her hand down to his chest, and then up over his
shoulder and down his back. She pulled him closer, leaned in, and
kissed him hard on the mouth. ?Now!? she said, and sat back,
waiting.
He went to the closet and pulled out a brown paper bag filled
with goodies. He set it down next to the sofa, telling her
not to touch it.
?What the hell is that for?? she asked.
?Later.? He slowly started removing each item from the bag and
tossing them on the floor: flavored massage oil, chocolate syrup, and
two cans of whipped cream. He let her mind race ahead, and got up
and turned on the stereo...soft music. As he turned back to her, he
held out his hands, and she came off the couch and into his arms.
?I think this is going to be a good present. Even better
than singing to me at a football game....?. Her words were
cut off as his mouth found hers. They began to kiss, gently
at first, then braver....with their tongues exploring
each other, and their lips roving along the outside of their
partners lips. They stood in the middle of the floor, holding
each other, swaying to the soft music, their feet barely
moving.
They were at stalemate, for some reason both afraid to
go any farther and ruin the moment. Finally, her hand moved
down his body and gently cupped the bulge in his pants. That
first touch caused him to give a little moan, but he wasn?t
sure why he had made the sound, and was a little embarrassed.
It just seemed like the right thing to do. She began to rub
his erection slowly through the jeans, and it broke his
concentration on her lips. He was breathing harder, and
it made it difficult to kiss her. He gave up, put his cheek
against hers, and moved his right hand down to her breast.
He could feel the nipple harden beneath the fabric , and
he tried to squeeze it between his fingers. The harder he
rolled the nipple in his fingers, the harder she rubbed
his erection.
Eventually, he took a small step back and broke their contact.
Her hands went to her shirt, and as she worked the buttons, he slid
it off her and over her shoulders. It fell at their feet, unnoticed.
He pulled his own shirt over his head as she reached behind her back
and undid the clasp on her bra. Her hands fell to her sides, and the
bra slid down her arms and to the floor to join the other articles of
clothing. They paused for a few seconds to look at each other. His
eyes went straight to her breasts, and his first impression was that
they were almost perfect. They were not too big, and stood straight
out from her body. The nipples, which had swelled under his fingers,
looked like little cherries read to burst. He was brought back to
the moment as she took a step forward and reached for his fly. She
didn?t waste any time as she unzipped him and pulled both his pants
and his underwear down at the same time. He stepped out of them, and
tossed them to the side with his foot. The cock that stood out from
his body was average size, certainly nothing legends were made of, and
for a moment he worried she might think him inadequate. But she just
smiled, dropped down to her knees in front of him, and ran
her tongue along the underside from base to tip in one slow,
loving motion. This time, the groan that came from his mouth
was justified.
She continued to run the tip of her tongue along his shaft
for a few moments....up and down...pausing each time to flick the tip
of his head. He was maddening exquisite, and he quickly reached down
to pull her back up to a standing position, turning her body around so
she was facing away from him. He gently massaged her shoulders, ran
his hands up and down her arms, and returned to rub her neck with just
the ends of his fingers. He leaned in to kiss the back of her neck as
his hands slid over the front of her shoulders and down to her
breasts. He felt the hard nipples brush against his palms as the
hands continued down to her belly, around to her lower back, and then
just the back of his fingers as he moved up to her shoulders again.
His lips continued to plant baby kisses all over her neck,
the top of shoulders. Her hands reached behind her to grab his cock,
but he moved his body back, just out of reach. Again, his hands moved
over her shoulders and down to her breasts, not stopping, but
continuing on until they reached the top of her jeans. His left hand
slid under the edge, sliding down until his fingertips brushed against
the top of her bush, but the pants were too tight to allow him to go
any further. His right hand fumbled with the buttons of her jeans, but
he was taking too long. She reached down and pulled the buttons
apart, and his left hand slid further down to fell the wetness
between her legs. His hands came back up to grab the tops
of her jeans, and he slid them down to her feet. She stepped out of
the remainder of her clothes stood....naked...in the middle of the
floor....wanting to touch herself....or for him to touch her...
anything to add to the excitementshe was feeling.
His hands were on her hips, and she reached around to place
her hands over his. His palms traced small, light circles
over her hip bones as he continued to kiss the side of her
neck. Then, with a shiver, she felt his lips begin to move
slowly down her back. He planted little kisses down the
right side of body, and then moved to the center to kiss the
small of her back. He lingered there for a moment. And then
moved downward again. She felt his lips softly touch first
her left buttocks....then the right....and back to the
left. She resisted the urge to push her ass back against
his mouth, and just enjoyed the incredible softness of
his lips.
Her hands left his and moved up to her own breasts. She took
her nipples in her fingers and began gently pulling them,
alternating sides. God....when were they going to move
to the mattress. She wanted to know what he had planned for
her. But, she didn?t have time to think about it, because
he was turning her body to face him again. He backed up a couple
of steps and sat down on the edge of the leather sofa, then
motioned her to come to him. He leaned forward and kissed
her stomach, gently, and made tiny circles with his tongue,
always staying right in the center near her belly button.
She looked down and saw that he was slowly stroking his
cock with his right hand, and wanted so much to reach down
and do it for him. She wondered which direction his mouth
would move first.....up to her breasts, to suck and bite
her aching nipples, or straight to the warmth between her
legs. The suspense was too much, and she moved her hands
to his head, trying to push it down, to feel his tongue on
her pussy. But the muscles in his neck tightened, and he
resisted her push. His eyes came up to meet hers, and he smiled.
?Just a little something to keep you interested, ? he
teased.
The music was still playing quietly. She left him and walked
over to the stereo to turn the volume up just a little. When
she turned back to him, she saw that he sitting with his back
against the huge sofa cushions, his legs apart, still slowly
stroking his cock. She smiled at him and took a couple of
seductive steps forward, then started dancing slowly
to the music. She crossed her arms across her chest, then
moved her hands up and down her arms. She rubbed her hands
up and under her breasts, and squeezed her nipples till
they hurt. Any other time, she would have been embarrassed
at the thought of touching herself in front of another person.
She had never considered herself an exhibitionist, but
now she wanted to put on a show....to tease him...to make
him want her so bad....
She took another step closer so that their knees were almost
touching, and leaned back. As she continued to sway to the
music, one hand moved down to her pussy and spread her lips
open to give him a full view, and the other hand began rubbing
her clit. Out of the corner of her eye, she was satisfied
to see he had leaned forward and was pumping his rod faster.
Her hand moved from her button and traced the folds of her
lips, teasing herself. She slid one finger into her hole,
and then brought it to her breast, leaving the glistening
moisture on her nipple. She replaced the finger in her pussy,
then another, and moved them around inside herself slowly.
As she finger fucked herself, she let her body drop down
to its knees, her face less than a foot from his pistoning
fist. She watched him, her own intensity building, then
leaned forward. He took his hand away from his cock and closed
his eyes, waiting for her mouth to engulf him. ?Keep your eyes
closed, ? she whispered, another idea in mind. When his eyes closed,
she stood up again and moved forward to position her pussy over his
cock. She reached around behind her and guided his shaft to her slit,
then slowly bent her knees again. They were both surprised at
how easily he slid into her. She stopped with just the tip
of his head inside her, then rose up a little....paused...and
sat down hard on his full length. He groaned and his eyes
flew open as he sat up straight, but she put her hands on his
chest and shoved him back into the cushions.
?Just a little taste to keep YOU interested, ? she said,
smiling, returning the favor. He smiled back. She leaned forward
and kissed him, and his hands came up to cup her breasts. She put her
arms around his neck and continued to kiss him as she slid her pussy
up and down his shaft once...twice...three times. She stretched
her body up so that her breasts were at his mouth. Her arms
braced themselves against the back of the couch as she leaned
over him, her breasts hanging in front of his face. He took
one nipple between his teeth and bit down gently...then
did the same with the other breast.
She lifted herself of his shaft, stepped back, and knelt
down in front of him again. His cock glistened in the dim
light of the room, and she could smell her own pussy on his
body. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up the shaft,
slowly, tasting her own juices. She encircled his head,
and traced the slit with her tongue. His hips raised off
of the couch, forcing him deeper into her throat. He grabbed
the back of her head, and started pumping his cock in and
out of her mouth. She couldn?t breathe, and took her mouth
away for a moment. She ran her lips up his shaft again, and
saw a single drop of pre-cum waiting for her. Her tongue
shot out and licked just the tip again, and then she took
him in her mouth and began bobbing up and down. She grabbed
the base of his dick and moved it with her mouth so that she
could stimulate his entire shaft. She could hear him breathing
harder...moaning....but she didn?t slow down. Her other
hand strayed to her pussy, and she began furiously rubbing
her clit as she sucked him....her legs spreading wider
apart...her fingers probing deep in her wet hole. She knew
he was close....knew she was close. Just when she knew they
were both going to cum, she stopped what she was doing. Her
hand went to halt his own, which was moving to his cock to
finish what she hadn?t.
?Stop....stop, ? she said between heavy breaths. His
hand fell back to the sofa, and she laid her head on his thigh,
looking at the pulsing member in front of her eyes, fighting
the urge to touch it and herself. After a few moments, she
leaned in, kissed it once, and got up. Reaching her hand
out to him, she said, ?Come on. I think its time you showed
me what the stuff on the floor is for.?