Page 4 of Oh My Gourd
“Come on, Mom.” My mother hands my grandmother her coat. “Let’s get back to your house so we can finish the pies for tomorrow. I’m staying at your grandmother’s house tonight so you and Tori will have the place to yourselves.” Mom gives me an exaggerated wink. These two are definitely not subtle.
“Bye.” They wave as they walk out the back door, leaving me alone with my sisters and Tori.
“Okay, now that they’re gone, let’s get ready to go out," my youngest sister, Mindy, says.
I reach for Tori’s hand to lead her upstairs to my old bedroom when my other sister, Natalie, slaps my arm. “Tori is coming with us. We have the perfect outfit picked out for her.”
Tori looks to me for help, but I know there’s no point in going against my sisters. So instead of helping her escape their clutches, I give her a reassuring thumbs up. With a playful pout, she lets my sisters drag her away to their old bedroom.
I smile at the thought of my family latching onto Tori so quickly.
***
It might be unusually warm for late November, but it’s still cold enough to need a jacket. Thanks to my sisters and Mother Nature, I’m left wondering what Tori is wearing underneath her long, borrowed winter coat. It seems my sisters and Tori are the same size in clothes and shoes—they only differ in height, with my sisters being about five inches shorter than Tori.
I noticed Tori wearing black cowgirl boots right away, with just a hint of skin showing between where the boots began and where the coat ended. The thought of Tori wearing a dress or a skirt has my cock standing at attention.
“Alright,” Natalie says, making a big production of helping Tori with her coat. “Show him what you got.” Natalie and Mindy each take one of the arms of the coat, slide it off Tori’s shoulders and away from her body, leaving me speechless at what was hidden underneath.
A tight red sweater hangs off one shoulder, the same color red I noticed on Tori’s lips when she first stepped out of my sisters’ bedroom. The same color red I imagined staining my cock as Tori sucks me off. The short, flowy black skirt is the icing on the cake, making my shaft pulse in my jeans.
“Do you like it?” Tori twirls around, showing off her outfit in every direction—the bottom of her skirt shifting higher and higher on her thighs with every spin.
“Like it? I love it.”
“That’s our cue to leave. Our work here is done," Natalie smiles. “Rick and Bobby are at the bar waiting for us. They will give us a ride home tonight.”
Is no one in my family subtle?
As expected, the bar is packed tonight. It’s the last place I want to be. “Do you want to get out of here?” I know we just arrived, but I’d rather spend my time with Tori convincing her to make our relationship real than hanging out in a crowded bar full of horny cowboys.
“I thought you would never ask.” Tori slides her coat back on, depriving me of her gorgeous body, but not for long.
***
We’re just inside my bedroom when I push her against the closed door, our coats long forgotten somewhere in the living room. I dip my head and gently bite her bare shoulder whereher neck and shoulder meet. That red off-the-shoulder sweater tempts me to take a bite. I lift my hands under her sweater and find she’s not wearing a bra. “Your sisters said I didn’t need a bra, but my breasts are so big…” She trails off as I squeeze one of her soft mounds until she begs for more. I should slow down and take my time like I usually do when I make love to someone, but her tiny gasps are pushing me to go faster and claim her.
She tilts her neck to the side to give me better access to her skin. I bite down again and gently suck the spot, being careful not to leave a mark, even though that's exactly what I want to do. I want the world to know she’s mine for real, not just pretend. I want to cover her with my mark, claiming her repeatedly until there’s no doubt who she belongs to. I move to her lips, claiming them with a fierce kiss—our tongues meeting stroke for stroke in an almost desperate way. With all the other women I’ve been with, sex felt good. It was a nice physical release. But with Tori, it feels wild and a little dangerous—like we’re doing something we shouldn’t. But we couldn’t stop ourselves if we tried. It feels out of control, like something has been unleashed inside me. Everything feels urgent and demanding—our kisses, the stroke of my tongue inside her mouth.
The urge to be inside her is so intense I can’t even make it to the bed before I’m unbuckling my pants and pushing them down my thighs. Her panties are my next target as I reach under her skirt and tear them from her wet heat. I drag the torn fabric from between her thighs and pause our kiss long enough to bring the ripped lace to my nose to inhale her scent. “Fuck you smell delicious. I need you so bad.” I don’t hesitate as I lift her, guiding her legs around my waist and position her pussy over my hard cock, her back still against the door. I push the tip of my shaftagainst her entrance, seeming to find its way into her wet heat without any guidance from me.
I thrust forcefully and feel her body yield to mine—it's unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s hot and incredibly tight. She moans, her head hitting the door. Thankfully, we're the only ones home to hear our loud lovemaking. I pull her hips toward me while pushing deeply inside her, the heat of her core so hot. But why is she so hot? It feels like she's burning me from within. I press my forehead against hers, breaking our kiss. “Did I hurt you?” I ask.
“No.” She whispers. “But I need you to move. I'm so close.”
I pull almost all the way out of her body, and suddenly it makes sense why she is so hot and wet. This is why it felt so incredibly good—I wasn't wearing a condom. In my haste to be inside her, I completely forgot to put on a condom. “Fuck,” I mutter as I pull completely free from her body, and the loss of her heat hits me hard, like a kick to the stomach. I’ve never gone without a condom before, but with this woman, it feels right, but we haven’t had the birth control conversation yet. So until then, I need to bag it up.
“No,” she moans. “Why did you pull out? I’m so close.”
“Condom. I need a condom.” I slide her down my body so she’s standing next to me while I reach into the back pocket of my jeans and pull out my wallet and the condom that I haven’t needed to replace since long before I met Tori.
I rip open the condom packet with my teeth and slip it over my cock in record time. Without hesitation, I lift Tori against the door and wrap her legs around my waist again. This time, with the barrier of the latex separating us, I growl at the loss of her heat. I pull her thighs apart and push into her deep and high. Her hands scratch at my back as if she’s trying to rip through my shirt to reach bare skin. I close my eyes and focus on going slow and steady. I want to own her body with my thrusts. I want every sigh, every moan.
Pressing deeper, I shift my cock inside her and hear her gasp as I hit the spot deep inside that gives her pleasure. I work my hips faster and faster, snapping them so hard I’m afraid it might break her. Instead, she gasps again, then cries out as I feel her squeezing me so hard from the inside, my eyeballs roll back into my head as my orgasm washes over me in wave after wave until I think I’m going to collapse from pleasure. The only thing keeping me from collapsing is the need to keep Tori safe in my arms.
“I’ve never had push-me-against-the-door sex before. I've heard about it, like a myth or an urban legend, kind of like Bigfoot.” I have to laugh at her observation.
Then, quickly, my mood sobers, “I was inside you, Tori, without protection just for a second.”
