Back in college, Carolyn was my biggest crush. We got to know each
other, we dated, then one day she had (finally!) invited me up to her
dorm room. I was a teenager. I was horny. I was entirely unable to
keep my cool. My fidgeting must have been all too obvious. Carolyn
was smiling, enjoying the scene I suppose, enjoying the knowledge of
the effect she was having on me. Gloating might not be too strong a
word, though it didn't register at the time.
We were sitting on her bed; she was talking, I was trying to calm down
enough to say something coherent. "Thanks for dinner", she said, "I
really like spending time with you" or something to that effect. I
wasn't able to listen all that closely. She had leaned close as she
said it, smiling; all I could see were her big brown eyes, her
gorgeous lips a few inches from my face. I felt a strong need to kiss
them. Her honey-brown hair hanging down by the line of her jaw was
just begging to be touched.
I leaned in and kissed her, urgently. I started to put my arms around
her shoulders when suddenly she pulled back, startling me. I wasn't
sure whether to appologize, or pursue. In my moment of confusion she
said "I'm really turned on too. I don't want things to get out of
control though, will you promise me to not go too far?" Of course, I
hurried to agree. "Promise me you'll ask me before you do anything,
anything at all". Of course. "Say it, promise out loud".
"OK," I said, "I'll be a perfect gentleman. I promise I'll ask your
permission before doing anything". Famous last words.
Reassured, perhaps, she moved closer. I moved closer, trying to
rejoin the interrupted kiss. An inch apart, I saw a look in her eye,
heard a slight intake of breath. My brain slowly caught up. She was
being literal. "May I kiss you, Carolyn?"
"Yes". Has that word ever sounded sexier? My heart is pounding.
"But not my lips yet, just my neck". I stop short, then eagerly start
to kiss her neck, feeling her hair on my face, breathing in her
wonderful scent. I ask, and am given permission then to kiss her arms
and hands, and finally her face and her lips. I am as horny as I ever
have been, my entire body wanting this to move faster, but
some part of my also enjoying the gentle restraint. I will play the
gentleman tonight.
So I need to overcome a strange feeling of embarassment to ask "May I
kiss your breasts?". She closes her eyes for a moment, then breathes
"Mm, it is so sexy to hear you asking all those things. It makes me
really hot... yes, yes, kiss my breasts". I move to lift her T-shirt
but her brow crinkles -- "no no; leave my the shirt alone for now". I
have no will to resist her decisions, I kiss her covered breasts
feeling the fabric of her shirt on my lips, the stiffness of the bra
beneath it, and the delightful curve under that.
After many kisses, I lean back, taking a breath. I have no real idea
how long we have been playing this game, but the slow pace has somehow
been more exhausting than full-speed sex. As I lean back, she scoots
over and sits on my lap, facing me. Smiling, she starts unbuttoning
my shirt. She has undone all but a button or two and is tugging the
shirt-tails out of my pants when some bit of my brain wakes up.
"Hey," I say, "shouldn't you be asking me whether you can take my
shirt off?".
"Did you want me to stop?" she replies, with a smirk.
"Well, I, no, but I thought... "
"I didn't think so." She yanked the shirt-tails out. "You won't mind
if I do this either" she asserted then, grabbing both of my nipples
and giving them a sharp squeeze.
I gasped. It was the first time she had really touched me, and it
felt like an electric shock that zinged from my chest directly to my
groin. She was looking at me with a huge smile. The sudden assault
had slammed my libido into overdrive -- with my brain was a few miles
behind running along the shoulder of the road. Of course I didn't
mind. Did I? I had no idea.
She solved the question shortly. "I don't need to ask you. I just
know you'll agree anyway." I swear she licked her lips when she said
this. I needed to kiss them again, but knew she wouldn't let me
unless I agreed with her.
"OK" I said.
"Say it for me, sweetie... say you'll go along with anything. Say
that you're mine tonight".
"I'm yours Carolyn... you can do what you want with me" I said. I
must say I liked the feeling of saying that - like a bundle of teenage
fantasy containing just a tingle of danger for spice. I was reaching
for the last button of my flopping shirt as we spoke, meaning to take
it off the rest of the way, but at that moment she grabbed my wrists
and stopped me. "None of that... you didn't ask if you could take off
your shirt yet!" "Oh, sorry... wait a minute...", my mind still
running to catch up, then giving up. "May I take off my shirt", I
humbly asked, adding "for you" in the hopes it might please her.
"Hm..", she hestited. Still holding both my wrists by my sides. A
few seconds pass. "OK," she relents, "you may. But do it slow and
sexy". This slender, unassuming girl had me completely in her
power, and she knew it.
I did my best strip tease impression, which was probably pretty
laughable, but she smiled as I tossed my shirt aside. "Don't
stop... take it all off" she said, and made little appreciative noises
as I did so. Eventually, naked, I approached the bed again, then
stopped, suddenly unsure and a bit bashful being so exposed.
Carolyn, still fully dressed, just looked me up and down, smiling. My
cock was stiff, my mind whirling and confused, my body aching but held
completely in check. Finally she quietly said, "lie down, sweetie".
I lay on my back, looking up at Carolyn in lustful suspense. She
moved over to kneel on the bed, straddling me, looking down into my
eyes. She took hold of my wrists with her hands and put them slightly
above my head, pinning them there as she bent down so that her hair
was just brushing my face, her eyes directly on mine. I could feel
the material of her jeans against my skin, against my cock. I could
feel her eyes probing into me. I held my breath.
"I believe you said", she finally whispered, "that I could do
whatever I want with you..."
...This being my first attempt at posting a story like this, comments/criticism would be greatly appreciated.
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