Page 38 of Meet Stan

Our eyes met, and I could tell neither of us was really thinking about the water. A ton of things were left unsaid. Like what our sleeping together again meant for the future of our fake relationship. Had it been casual sex? Or was there a deeper meaning?

The real conundrum that toasted my brain was this: did I want it to have a deeper meaning or not? I was afraid of the answer, so I tucked the query away into a distant part of my mind and focused on more immediate concerns. Like the beautiful, naked woman in front of me.

Something akin to relief washed through her features as I leaned in for a kiss. Finally, the awkward moment had passed. We had chosen not to talk about feelings at all. On the one hand, it felt like a huge relief to me, too.

On the other hand, I couldn’t help but remember what my old man had said before my parents split.If you choose not to decide, then you’re still making a choice.

I think part of me knew that it was a bad idea to leave all those things unsaid in pursuit of a physical connection. I guess I figured that if it was all fake, and I couldn’t have her heart and soul for real, then at least I could have her body, and maybe that would be enough.

Our lips met softly at first. This was more paced, more deliberate than our earlier energetic encounters. I wanted to take my time, enjoying every sweet kiss and tender caress. I swept my hand up along her cheek as I kissed her, then back to gently thread fingers through her hair. I stroked and petted her, my other hand sweeping along the natural sculpture that was her gorgeous back.

She planted her palms on my chest and pushed away enough that our lips parted. Ivy looked up at me, and I saw the lights reflected in her dark umber gaze. I saw fear in that gaze, and hope, and desire, and something I couldn’t give a name to.

“What?” I asked softly, my hand caressing her cheek. My thumb smoothed away a stray hair stuck to her lower lip. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” she lied. I knew it wasn’t nothing. I should have put a stop to things then and had it out with her, or at least acknowledge that we were both catching the feels. Instead, I let her pull me back into her kiss.

My heart thudded in my chest. Desire for her burned in me so bright it overlapped my more tender feelings. I gave myself over to the moment, reveling in the physical intimacy rather than the emotional intimacy I craved.

Suddenly I felt a thread of guilt worming its way into my hyper-aroused state. I’d put her in this position of faking a relationship with me. I was the architect of all our woes, and for what? So I could prove to my friends that love was fake? What was I even doing?

I tried to assuage my conscience with the fact I hadn’t made her any promises, or told her I loved her or anything like that. That meant neither of us had any illusions. Save one.

The illusion that we were not falling head over heels for each other.

I wanted to make her feel good. I pushed her back slowly into the counter. My hands slid down and clutched her under the buttocks. She let out a gasp as I lifted her up and placed her naked bottom on the kitchen counter.

She looked at me, eyes full of wonder. Her smooth palm felt amazing as it slid down my cheek. The look in her eyes, that mix of desire and yearning, so much mirrored what I felt in my own soul that I wanted to cry.

I kissed her instead, and she embraced me, fingers weaving through the hair at the back of my head. I moved my lips to her neck, then her chest, and worked my way over to her nipple. I enveloped the nipple in my mouth, using my tongue to flick along the hardening nub.

I moved over and carefully kissed and suckled her opposite nipple, before moving over her stomach. Ivy laid back on the counter, gasping as I kissed my way between her thighs. I let my breath linger over her glistening pussy, then moved my mouth over to her inner thigh. I kissed the sensitive skin there as her hands played with my hair.

At last I moved my mouth into her pussy. I mouthed her inner labia, suckling and licking gently. She let out a sharp gasp when I moved over and enveloped her outer lips with my mouth. I sucked hard, moving my head and stretching her flesh out like taffy.

Guided by her moans, I moved up, my tongue tracing circles around—but not quite touching—her clit. I worked two fingers easily inside her dripping wet pussy and writhed them around. She groaned, straining her body against me as if seeking deeper penetration. I pulled my fingers out long enough to trace a glistening coat onto her clitoris with the lightest of touches.

I blew on her clit, and watched it stiffen. Her nails dug into the back of my head. I grinned and blew again, making sure it was nice and chilled, before taking it inside my warm mouth.

I used my tongue to play over the little lady, all the while suckling with my lips and working fingers into her pussy and ass. I had two fingers in her dark star, and four in her pussy soon enough, and I worked them in alternating thrusts while suckling hard on her clit.

Her scream pierced the air, nails digging so hard into me it hurt. She left four parallel red lines curling around my shoulder to my neck. I kept it up until she squirted in my face. I kept licking her, slowing down my finger thrusts as she writhed and trembled on top of the counter.

She gasped, arching her back, as I stood up fully and caressed her still quivering pussy. A smile was born on her lips when I took her by the hands and lifted her into a sitting position.

I pulled her into my arms and carried her into the living room. I laid her down on top of the big, fluffy rug in the middle of the floor and knelt down beside her.

Ivy bit her lower lip as she stared at me with hungry eyes. Her hand darted out and grasped my shaft, giving it long, smooth strokes. I groaned as she worked me over, until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, then climbed between her thighs. Ivy arched her back, thrusting her pussy into the proximal spot for penetration. My cock throbbed like crazy as I pushed the crown between her gleaming wet lips.

I let out a groan from behind gritted teeth as I slid all the way inside of her.

“Oh yes,” I hissed. “Your pussy is so nice and sweet and tight.”

Ivy wrapped her legs around the small of my back, crossing her ankles. She pulled me into her, encouraging deeper, harder thrusts. Our bodies came into that perfect synchronicity of which so many speak. We moved just right, in concert and searching for the ultimate pleasure.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her nails raking down my chest. “Yes… right there.”

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