Momentary Romance

After quite a few dates, five all-night phone calls, a tug job, two foot massages, and exactly two confused make-out sessions, all he could do was sit and gape. It was chipping away at her already minimal confidence to be so exposed; his absolute lack of even a gesture felt purely sadistic.

They didn't meet in auspicious fashion, but it was unique. A mutual friend, Mary, had fixed them up when neither of them could truly recall even hinting at loneliness. She had called Jenna at 11, offering a movie and a bowl of popcorn and she agreed, completely oblivious. When she arrived, imagine her surprise when she saw him staring at her dumbfounded.

"You must be Jenna."

"You must be Sebastian."

Mary giggled at them from her porch as the two finally put the pieces together. After a brief struggle against Mary's gleeful machinations, they both came to the conclusion that maybe they wouldn't mind having another friend in their lives. After all, Jenna thought to herself, we do have something in common; we both hate being manipulated into uncomfortable situations by would-be artists.

Sebastian claimed he offered to take her out simply so Mary would leave the two of them alone, but that had been weeks ago. He never thought Mary would actually try to fix them up. However, in spite of being set up, Jenna found herself enjoying his company. It was utterly mutual and the two of them began what Jenna had thought to be a trusting friendship; right up the point where he kissed her after a movie date. It wasn't exactly a regular sort of kiss and there was a great deal of blushing and backpedaling, until he finally opened his mouth and said the macho equivalent of "I love you."

"You interest me."

In so many words, she had to insist that it was flat-out impossible. She was busy with work and she didn't have time for anything more than a friendship and she certainly hadn't done anything to nurse their current relationship into something more. That's what she told him, anyway, but that was not necessarily the truth. The truth of it was that she had a secret that she couldn't share with someone unless she really trusted them. She'd learned that lesson the hard way and it had nearly destroyed her life.

The most remarkable element of the setup was that Mary knew her secret and still tried to fix her up with him. This detail had not been lost on Jenna and it had even led, on one particular evening during a very personal phone conversation, to enquire as to her exact motivation.

"Is that why you tried to set us up," she asked. "Is this a fetish for him?"

"Well, he has an open mind, if that's what you're asking…" Mary evaded.

"I'm serious here," Jenna fired back. "I don't want to hurt him."

"You mean you don't want him ruining your life?"

"That's part of it, but he's really, really got it for me," Jenna sighed. "He's so polite when we're… well, I mean, when I'm…"

"Has he seen it yet?"

"Of course he hasn't! But we have…"

"You jacked him off," Mary giggled.

"Well, yes, I did," Jenna replied sheepishly. "But he was really sweet about it. He didn't just take it out and clear his throat or grab my hand and shove it into his crotch. He just started getting hard while we were kissing and he was just so cute... I wanted to make him happy."

"Did he apologize for being rude and ask if he could ‘use your bathroom,'" Mary asked.

"How did you know?"

"Because we used to date," Mary laughed. "That's how I know you two are compatible; I've been there myself."

"Goddamn it, Mary…"

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell me you two had been together before," Jenna yelled.

"Because it doesn't matter, Jenna. He and I didn't end on a sour note. I just realized… well, we weren't really going anywhere. We're still friends and it's not like I don't care about him or you. I love you both."

"What are you saying?"

"Just keep an open mind, Jenna," Mary assured. "He will."

After that, Mary did her best to evade and deflect until Jenna gave up and dropped it. After a week of thought, she decided to give it a real chance and called Sebastian to see if he still wanted to go further. Really further. He was reluctant, but only out of politeness. That wore off after a bit and he eagerly accepted her offer, confessed how much he liked her (as they often do when given a chance), and they decided to spend the weekend together and…

"…really get to know each other."

That was Wednesday. Thursday passed like a kidney stone. All she could think for most of the day was ‘What if he gets mad or scared? What if he's offended? What if Mary is playing me? Would she really do something like that when I've been vulnerable and honest enough with her to reveal…?'

That night, she lost exactly three hours of sleep and vowed she would make it up with a nap after work, just before their date. It would be the first time in three years she had shown anyone who and what she really was. She would have to prepare for the worst, really. She felt pretty sure that Sebastian wasn't violent, but she had thought exactly that of her first boyfriend. Those scars, both metaphorical and literal, could still be seen in a moment of absolute nudity. Then again, whose couldn't?

Friday morning escaped faster than she wanted. She was nervous and almost dreading the evening. The nap she had vowed to take was an improbability. The best she could do was stare at the Discovery channel while nervously glimpsing the clock. After two dull-as-dirt episodes of How It's Made, she showered and masturbated. After she came, she made a pact with herself to be as confident as humanly possibly; or at least to seem like she was.

Strangely enough, the minute she heard the doorbell ring, she felt as close to at peace as she had all day. She strode casually to the door, let him in, he kissed her and she was riding high enough that it seemed sensible enough to sit him down and embrace the potential rejection. She held his hands, led him the couch, gently pushed his shoulder until he eased down, and sighed.

"There's something I need to you to know," Jenna confessed, dueling with the knot in her gut like a child smacking a dragon with a lute.

"What is it, baby," Sebastian asked, his eyes profound wells of curiosity and concern.

"It's really hard to say," she hesitated.

"You know you can tell me anything," he tried to hide a dry gulp.

"No, no, honey," she insisted. "It's not that I'm afraid to say, it's just… easier to show you."

She took a deep breath and slid her skirt down to the floor. At first, his eyes widened with a nervous anticipation, and then they shifted into purely thunderstruck. He could see the not-so-subtle outline in her panties. She closed her eyes as she gently dropped her underwear to the floor and stood before him, nude, exposed, and completely honest.

That's where she stood now, her flaccidity dangling just below the curvature of her testes, her foreskin parallel with her thighs which were one awkward murmur from trembling. His absolute silence board into her skull mercilessly.

"I'm…" she jumped, startled by the sound of her own voice. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Is... is this for real," he asked, shaking.

"Y-yes," she replied. Her ears began to ring from the quiet. Not even her apartment took the opportunity to buzz or hum in its usual rhythms. All was silent, but nothing was calm.

However, terrified as she was, she could have never expected him to say what he did.

"May I… touch it?"

"What," she blurted.

"May I touch it?"

"I… I suppose," she offered. Her fear didn't dwindle, it just felt muted, as he reached what seemed like a mile and graced her mismatched genitals with a pleasant caress. The tips of his fingers, gentle and soft, ran down to her scrotum and he rounded them with his palm.

"It's real," he said with a surprised and almost pleasant grin.

"You're not…"

"What," he asked.

"I mean, you don't…"

"Since I was a teenager," his breathing picked up as his fingers dance more bravely. "I've wanted this."

Her breathing quickened as his playful hand shifted from curious to pure admiration.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner," she reiterated.

"Don't be," he replied, looking deep into her eyes. "I understand. But…"

He stood and put his arms around her.

"You need to be more proud of who you are," he soothed. "You had nothing to hide in the first place."

"You're the first to think so," she replied with a relieved titter. That wasn't entirely true. Mary hadn't thought that she should hide it either, but Mary had never been beaten by her pissed off, insecure ex-boyfriend. He pulled her closer, kissing her on the cheek tenderly.

"Just no more secrets, okay?"

She nodded as he wiped away a tear she didn't know was tracing her smile line. They kissed long and deep as the tension in her stomach steadily unwound.

"Do you really want me," she asked after their lips parted.

"Completely."

"Then prove it," she insisted with a playful smile.

"May I…"

"Just do whatever you're going to do," she cut him off. "I already know WHOA!"

He grabbed her breasts firmly through her blouse and groped. This was an affirmation of a dream for him and, after her invitation, he would hold nothing back. Tonight, his fantasies would come to life and she would be the conduit.

"Take it off first," she insisted. He pulled at her buttons eagerly, nearly pulling them off. She helped him with every other one until it was open. As she tried to work it off, he pulled her bra up over her nipples and buried his freshly shaven face into her cleavage. As he moaned, rubbing his hands against his groin, she felt herself nearly harden to full erection. She wanted this too, after all, didn't she?

She felt his tongue tease her tender nipples with the sort of lust that only a fantasy come true could offer. She didn't repress or hide her pleasure. As he sucked deeply on her breasts, she let out a passionate sigh, reaching down to her now erect cock, wrapping a hand around it and stroking it as he adored her breasts. When she felt pre-cum slip down her fingertips, she gently coaxed him back, slipping her index finger into his mouth.

He licked her lubricant off her hand without any urging, then pulled off his shirt and slipped, ever so readily, out of his khakis. His body was gently muscular, but soft if not quite a bit tense and readied. He looked at her with a deep craving, his hardened penis and tightened scrotum nearly throbbing with need. He kissed her once, their genitals unceremoniously rubbing together as he pulled her tight, then bit her lip so hard she thought for sure it would bleed.

"My God, I fucking want you," he breathed in her ear.

"Then stop talking and take me, damn it," she insisted. He buried his mouth into her neck and squeezed her ass, tracing the curvature down to her tight hole until he reached it and probed with a single finger. She protested with a simple "Uh-uh!" and pushed him down to his knees with a sudden, unexpected force. He found himself on his knees, her uncircumcised length staring him in the face.

"If you want that," she said with a smile, "You're going to have to earn it."

Without missing a beat, he took the tip of her hard cock in his mouth, moistening his strong, nimble tongue with her pre-cum. She couldn't repress a heavy moan as he ran his lips across her glans, humming out a reply to her moan with one of his own. He found himself subconsciously masturbating, unable to remove his hand from his own hardness or hers from his mouth. The thick, salty lubricant that filled his mouth countered the redolence of her body and created a completed and unique sense of presence. He teased and tasted and jerked himself until, with grace, she halted him.

"Stop," she panted. "You're gonna make me cum."

He let her go from his mouth and, with a cheeky smile, replied "Isn't that the idea?"

"Not yet, honey," she ran her fingers through his hair. "Besides, you have to get warmed up too."

He sat back on the couch.

"Then warm me up," he winked. She returned a domineering grin.

"Just hold still."

She kneeled before him, spreading his natural lubricant around the tip of his hard cock with her fingers. His face became dire; he was obviously attempting to submit to her and give her control. She decided that such an opportunity was not meant to be passed up and cupped his testes tenderly, before applying enough pressure to them to hear him beg to stop. When she did, he smiled with euphoria. He was crazy about this moment and, with every new sensation, she discovered that she was crazy about him.

She stroked his cock, sliding her mouth over it every once and again for saliva, until it was smooth and slippery. She slipped his erection between her soft, perky breasts, holding them together with her hands.

"Now play with my tits," she commanded. In a pleasure-drugged stupor, he licked his fingers and began to massage her pink, rounded nipples as she massaged his cock with her breasts. He closed his eyes and, as her firm chest pumped in a slow rhythm, let out a lusty whimper. The speed and intensity of her movement increased slowly until she could feel her own hardness delicately bob up and down.

"I… I…" he panted.

"Are you ready to cum?

"If you don't stop now, I will," he insisted. She giggled and stopped, but didn't release him from between her breasts. Instead, she slowly lowered her head until she could reach his erection and ran her tongue over the tip.

"N-no, I said I was close," he slurred, drunk on pleasure and aching for release. "I don't want too…"

With that, she took him fully in her mouth and he could no longer repress it. With an urgent yelp and a series of ecstatic cries, he emptied his cum into her soft mouth, thick and warm, until it just dribbled out of the edges of her mouth. As he panted, staring at her through an apologetic afterglow, she tilted her neck back and swallowed, displaying for him the minute lump of liquid in her throat passing down to her gut.

"Mmm," she smirked. "You're yummy."

"I-I'm… I'm sorry," he insisted.

"Don't be sorry," she replied. "You're too sweet to be sorry."

She crawled up towards him and kissed him long and passionately, her hardness pressing up against his belly.

"You haven't cum yet," he commented during a break in their kiss. "Can I take care of that for you?"

"M-hmm," she informed, another dominating smile on her lips. "But not in the way you probably think."

"How?"

She leaned in, looked him right in the eyes and squinted.

"Turn around, little man," she commanded. He smiled back and stood up with her, kissing once briefly, before she forced him backwards and knelt him down. If it had been anyone else in any other situation, she never would have been so forceful, but she knew he enjoyed it and she couldn't help but give him what he desired.

She pushed his head into the couch cushion with a "Don't move, now," and started running her tongue around the outside of his ass before shoving two fingers inside him. His moan of pain and pleasure was muffled, but evident, as he arched his back ever so slightly.

"Do you like it," she asked.

"Yes," he panted, turning his head towards her.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes!"

She needed little more incentive. She rose to her knees again, slipping the tip of her cock inside him before placing her hands on his hips.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," he urged. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me!"

She penetrated him, deep and hard, and they both let out a cry of pain-laced pleasure. He was so tight, she felt like her cock would burst. She pulled back slowly, carefully, before slipping back in, this time even more pain echoed through, but the pleasure had doubled. She couldn't help but scream as she worked up to a rhythm, the sensation of being inside his tensed asshole so intense that she now needed to cum.

"Don't stop," he panted. "Don't you dare stop!"

"I won't," she blurted, direly. "I can't!"

She pushed herself deeper, inward then back again, her bare cock both tortured and perfectly fit. With each push inside him, her testes rubbed against his, elevating her to the point of utter rapture. She was intoxicated with him, vulnerable and connected and completely warm with affection. She found herself beyond simply playing; she was fucking him now. She gripped his sides until her fingers were white and pumped her cock inside until he was screaming. Before she could register the moment she heard the words fly from her lips.

"I'M CUMMING!"

They screamed in unison as she filled him with her own thick sweetness. She panted, burying her face into his back, before pulling her now limp penis out of his hole. Her cum dribbled out of him as she stood up and slid the back of his legs. She sat down next to him, in front of her couch. He rolled over on his side, his head in her lap. She gently brushed his hair with her long, thin fingers, awash in the afterglow. They stared at the muted television, feeling exhausted and satisfied, but knew that soon they would want each other again.

"So," Sebastian asked after a while. "You want to go to dinner?"

"Nope," she replied. "You?"

"I've been waiting for this moment," he said. "I'm not going anywhere."

"That's good. I don't want you to go anywhere."

He picked himself up, leaned in, and kissed her. This was their moment now that their lust had been settled; a moment of romance after mad love.

It was all she had ever wanted in anything.