After Mrs. Lasalle

For the next few weeks, I met Mrs. Lasalle at the auto shop on Sundays. She told me that she knew I had stayed at Beth's house after she left. She was on her knees rolling a condom onto my shaft when she said "I know you didn’t need to wear this with Beth, but you have to with me. Don't suggest the 'withdrawal' method again."

"Yes Mrs. Lasalle." I said in a sly tone. Our relationship was great now and I could joke around with her.

"How do you want me?"

I had her bend over the desk. She had satisfied me orally just a half hour earlier, so I started the long slow process of sliding into her. After a while she would get uncomfortable, and she would tell me to speed up and I would finish by frantically fucking her. With the shop empty she would shout out for me to cum and I would finish with a guttural scream. The suddenness and intensity of my orgasm would rival the earlier oral one.

The following weekend she didn't show up. I waited for a while and went home. A couple of months ago, when she failed to show up, I called her house. I didn't make that mistake again. This time, I waited another week and went to the auto shop. I found her in the office. She was sitting at her desk looking very upset. I looked as though she had been crying.

"Is everything ok?"

"This is our last time Will. I can't come back."

I sat in the seat opposite her desk.

"My husband suspects."

I felt a chill and looked at the door. I pictured him bursting through dragging his bum leg and starting to pummel me.

"Not you specifically. He suspects something. He got upset when I said I was going into the shop last Sunday. He doesn't know what I am doing, but he got mad at me. He said it doesn't make sense that I have to work every Sunday. That is why I didn't come last week. I told him I was visiting Beth today, but this is the last time."

"Of course. You don't have to worry Mrs. Lasalle. It's ok. We can just stop."

She stood and came around the desk. I stood and we started to kiss. There were tears in her eyes, but she kissed me hungrily. Our hands were on each other, and I was unclasping her dress. She lifted my shirt over my head, and I tugged her bra down exposing her nipples. I took each into my mouth, sucking on them gently, enjoying them for the last time. She pushed me against the desk. She gave me kisses from the neck to the chest to my belly button, then she pulled down my pants and got on her knees and started kissing my shaft. She wasn't teasing me, she was licking and kissing it and making little noises of enjoyment. She took me into her mouth and moved her head back and forth as she felt me with her tongue. She went slow but her enthusiasm was bringing me close. I had to push her back. "Too much."

"We don't have much time. He might call my sister or even come here looking for me."

Now I pictured him coming through the door with a wrench. I didn't care. I switched positions and pushed her against the desk. I hiked up her dress and pulled down her underwear and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy. I licked her and probed her vigorously until she started to moan with each breath. I kept it up until she was panting and then she pushed me back. I stood and she crouched down to put a condom on my twitching cock. I pushed her back against the desk until her ass was on top of the edge. I took hold of her legs and slowly pressed into her. I rocked back and forth as she held onto my shoulders. We faced each other as my movements gently shook her. I stared at her nipples as her breasts swayed. She pulled me closer, and my cheek was against hers. We were both breathing into each other's ears. She lowered her hands to my buttocks and pulled me into her over and over. We were both grunting, I was coming close, but she shouted first. I came hard, like I usually did when it was the first time, but this time I had the excitement of her orgasming at the same time. After a few more grunts and movements we held each other still. It felt like the end. I knew once I let go of her, I would never have her again.

Her grip relaxed and I slid myself out. She usually had a towel ready to clean up, but this time there were only tissues. She wiped herself with a handful and then pulled off my condom. "Put the tissues in the toilet. I have to get rid of this."

When I came back to the office, she was fully dressed. "Take your bike along the back property. Go along the stream, but make sure no one sees you."

"Goodbye Mrs. Lasalle."

"It's Marie. My name is Marie. I can't ever see you again, Will. Don't come back."

I didn't try to see her. I spent the next few years finishing school while living at home. It was only a short bike ride from the auto shop, but I never went back. I didn't try to see Beth either. Eventually I had a college girlfriend. Then I moved to another town for work.

I met Silvi, a young Lebanese Christian girl. We worked together at the plant. She had recently started working and I had a chance to talk to her explaining part of her job. She was cute, but shy. She was from a strict family and inexperienced. After flirting with her for weeks, she agreed to go to the movies with me.

I took her to a drive-in. It was early spring, and the car was cooling off into the night. She had a nice sweater on, but I was getting cold. I folded my arms across my chest, and she noticed and asked me “What was wrong?”. I told her I was cold. The distance between us disappeared and we spent the second half of the movie making out.

She was petite so I easily held her in my arms as she straddled my leg and kissed me. We didn't say a word and kept kissing and grinding until the end credits of the movie started. I suspected she was a virgin, so I kept my hands out of her sweater and only casually brushed up against her breasts to feel them. They were two nice little mounds under that thick sweater. I had my hands on her back, but I would move them and feel the shape of her ass in her jeans. She was pushing against my hardon, but she acted like she didn't know it was there. The stereotype of steamed windows is definitely true. When the movie ended, she moved away from me and asked me to take her home.

As I stopped in front of her house she said, "You planned that."

"Planned what?"

"To get me in that car and take advantage of me."

That was how our date ended, with a weird accusation on her part. I think she had guilt over making out with me. The first days back at work she barely talked to me but then she asked me to take her out again. Our dates didn't feature any alone time, which I think was by her design. Nor did I meet her parents. Finally, one day on a walk I kissed her forcefully and put my hand against her chest feeling the shape of her tits through her shirt. She kind of froze up. I stopped kissing her when she did not respond. When I dropped her off, she said she felt 'like a piece of meat.'

I just about had it. Although I knew from our first date that she could feel passion, she was just not allowing herself to let go. So, I stopped talking to her. After a week, she came up to me and said, "I thought you liked me." I told her I wasn't interested in holding hands and kissing her on her cheek.

I wish I had met another girl, but without anything else to do I ended up taking her on another date. I told her she had to relax and not guilt me or we couldn't date. I deliberately took her parking and to my surprise she started making out with me with the same passion she had on our first date. We grinded against each other until I thought my dick would die. She straddled my legs and dragged her hips up and down pressing the crotch of her jeans against the top of my leg. The longer we grinded the wilder her kisses became. I shifted her upward as she was grinding and pressed my face up against her tits in her shirt. Then it happened. She orgasmed. It was like no other orgasm I experienced. Her body shuddered. I felt her erect nipples through her shirt. She didn't complain when I grabbed her ass. She made strange little noises. It went on and on for so long I wasn't sure if it was an orgasm or something else. When she finally rolled off me, she was flushed and almost sleepy looking. She kissed me a few more times and then told me that she was already late to get home. She didn't acknowledge the massive bulge in my pants.

I was addicted. I loved her orgasm. The slow build up, the reluctance, she even said a couple of times "we should stop", but she didn't. Her orgasm was different from Mrs. Lasalle's. Mrs. Lasalle need a buildup and then direct stimulation, usually with my tongue against her clitoris, occasionally she would orgasm from penetration, but usually when I fucked her, she came close and lost the feeling after I came. My college girlfriend usually had short sharp orgasms, similar to mine. I loved Silvi's. Something about the endless rubbing and French-kissing led to an orgasm without direct physical stimulation other than what she got through her jeans. It was pure magic.

The next time we kissed for a long time. Her breathing changed and she lifted her head and she said "we have to stop." I held her gently and kissed her cheek, then her nose, then her eyebrows. She put her lips against mine. We kissed slowly but after a few minutes our tongues were exploring each other's lips and she started dragging her hips back and forth over my leg. I could tell when she was getting close. I felt her tits under her shirt but over her bra. I grabbed at her ass until my hands were sore. I slid my fingers around her ass and along the front of her jeans as she grinded. She wouldn't stop, and she didn't complain. She started to orgasm breathing into my mouth rather than kissing, but after a minute she seemed to stop and she started kissing again, then a few minutes later she started again. As I held her breasts in my hands she jerked her crotch against the bulge in my pants. Her orgasm seemed to last minutes. The whole time I was attuned to her body. I felt every vibration, every sharp breath. There was no doubt this time. She left a wet spot on my jeans.

On the drive home, she started to complain that what we were doing was wrong, that I should keep my hands out of her shirt, that she felt dirty. When she got out of the car at her house there was enough light to see that the crotch of her pants was wet.

My dick throbbed after those dates. The first night I masturbated, but it wasn't good. All that stimulation earlier in the night made my orgasm strained. The second time I waited until the morning. I was awakened by a hardon that wouldn't go down until I shot a massive load onto a dirty shirt. In between dates I would see her at work and whisper into her ear how gorgeous she was.

On our next date, I undid her bra. First, she complained and put it back on, but as she got closer to orgasming, I unhooked it again and I gently played with her little mounds and massaged her nipples with my fingers. This time she didn't orgasm twice, just one long powerful orgasm and a shout into my ear. This time I pointed out the wetness between her legs. She said it must be 'sweat'.

Three dates she left me high and dry, with only a wet spot on my jeans as a payoff. The next time we parked she was getting into it. It only took a few minutes for her to start tonguing me and grinding against me. She didn't complain when I pulled her bra down. This time however the frustration was killing me, and I pushed her off and got out of the car. When I got back in, I told her I had to get a drink and we drove to a convenience store and bought some drinks.

"What's wrong Will?"

"I just can't. It's too much." Then I whispered. "I have to take it out. You have to put your hand on it."

I thought I had crossed the line. I expected her to angrily tell me to drive her home. But to my surprise, she answered "Ok."

I drove back to our parking spot and after some brief kissing I lowered my jeans and underwear. Never had it been more rigid. She looked at it with a shocked look on her face. I don't know if it was the first she had seen so close and so hard, or if she didn't like the look of it in general. I said, "Your hand." She reluctantly reached over and gently held onto it. I looked down at her small fingers wrapped around my shaft. I couldn't believe she was holding it. It throbbed and she pulled her hand away for a moment and then held it again. "You have to move your hand up and down."

She moved her hand up and down with her fingers lightly brushing and tugging the skin of my shaft. Then she stopped. I told her to continue. After a while she asked, "For how long?"

"Keep going." Slow and steady she stroked my shaft mostly with her fingertips. After a long while I was on edge, but the stroking wasn't enough to make me cum.

I put my hand over hers and made her stroke more forcefully as she complained. "Oh Will, what are you doing?"

"A bit more." I begged her. I managed to slide her hand over my shaft a few more times, then I shot out. Straight up in the air a loop of cum spurted and then came down again followed by numerous more landing onto my leg and her arms and our hands.

There was panic in her voice. "Oh my God Will. What did you do?" She stared horrified at the gob of cum on her forearm.

"Sorry." I actually said sorry. I felt like a fucking fool for that afterwards.

"Just clean up." She obsessively got some tissue and made me clean up as best we could. I asked her if she wanted to continue kissing. I was hoping I could get her off as well, but she said "Gawd no. Please take me home."

The following Monday she was mad at me at work. "That was disgusting!"

"Well, that is what it is. We can't kiss and fool around without that happening. I know that you came as well. All that wetness in the front of your jeans."

"That wasn't a mess. I didn't shoot all over the car."

"Not totally, but you got some on my jeans."

"You're disgusting. I can't talk to you." Then she walked away.

The next day when she asked me if we were going to date again, I told her we would, but she would have to touch it again.

"Do you even love me?" She asked.

Like a fool I said yes. Fuck I wanted to touch her pussy so bad. Even after all my experience with Mrs. Lasalle, with a threesome with her sister, with a gangbang in a frat house, I was mesmerized by her body, by her wicked orgasm. I had to feel it with my fingers on her pussy. I wanted to feel it with my tongue. "If we do it again, I have to touch you down there as well."

"No Will. That's sex. I am not going to have sex before we are married."

"Well, I can't take you out on a date again then. It's up to you."

She did date me again. This time she agreed to come back to the room I was renting. I made sure my housemates were away. She was in my bedroom standing looking down at my bed. The room was immaculate. I knew how she felt about dirty things. "We can't go too far. Only what we agreed to." She stated.

I started to kiss her gently on the neck. When she responded after a while, I pulled her towards the bed until we were sitting on the edge. I took my time. I loved her build up, all the reluctance, all the times she said, "We shouldn't".

She reached a point when we were lying down, and she was really kissing me and grinding her body against mine. I let that go on as long as I could stand it. I knew I would have to cum first or it wouldn't happen. So, I shifted her over and pulled down my pants and underwear. She looked at it for a while then went and got some tissue and then started to gently stroke it. This time when she did it, she didn't look disgusted. She kind of stared at it with some fascination. I showed her how to adjust her grip. I asked her to rub my balls, which she did with a little complaint "It feels gross". She started stroking me faster, this time I didn't have to help her. She used one hand and held tissues in her other. "Let me know when you are going to!"

She was stroking me at a good pace. I whispered "Faster" a few times. I looked down at her hand, I looked at her face, she had a slight look of disdain. I was getting on edge. I held out to the last moment. "I'M GONNA CUM!"

She put the tissue over it and stopped stroking. "DON'T STOP." She stroked a few more times and I groaned and shot my load into the tissue. Even three tissues were not enough to avoid some mess.

"Oh Will, it's too much!" She complained.

I lay on my bed while she cleaned up with extra tissue. Then she threw one at me and told me to clean up and pull up my pants.

After she washed up in the bathroom she came back. She sat on the bed next to me. "Was that so awful?" I asked her. She answered by kissing me. For a while she kissed and grinded on top of me. For the first time I was comfortable and didn't have a massive erection. I started to unbutton her shirt.

She grabbed my hand and asked, "Do you have to?"

"Yes." I kept unbuttoning her shirt and then I took off her bra. I stared at those little mounds. Despite her protests her nipples were hard. I gently touched them with my fingers. Then I rolled her so that she was on her back. I lowered my mouth towards her breast and extended my tongue to contact the tip of one of her nipples. She whined a complaint as I rolled my tongue. I flicked one then the other as my hand roamed over her stomach and her jeans. I gently kissed one then the other and then I held one in my lips and gently pressed my tongue against it. I stopped and shifted up and kissed her on the lips for a while. Then my hand drifted down and started to unbutton her jeans.

"Can I keep my jeans on please?"

I stopped unbuttoning and slipped my fingers into the top of her jeans. It was tight but I slid them into her underwear and felt her wet pussy. It was soaked. My fingertips found her pussy lips through a thin layer of pubes, and I ran my fingers along them as best as I could in that tight space.

"Don't stick your finger in!"

"I won't." I assured her.

For a long time, I gently rubbed her as she lay back. I kissed her cheek and rubbed. I looked down at her nipples. I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. Somehow it was getting even wetter down there. I had never been with an 18-year-old girl. Mrs. Lasalle was so dry in comparison. My first girlfriend as well.

She turned slightly towards me and kissed me and tongued my lips. "More." she demanded. I pushed my hand farther and rubbed her patch with three fingers. "More." I rubbed her faster. My wrist was held down by her tight jeans and the movement of my hand was shifting her up and down. She arched her back and then started to shake. It was like extreme cold was gripping her and her body shook all over. Her head tilted back, and her eyes rolled. I felt movement against my fingers. I held them against her pussy and felt the convulsions. She moaned like a whimpering dog as I kissed her cheek. "Ah. Ah." She grabbed my arm and held still. I gently pulled my hand out. She lay breathing heavily for a while. I was looking at her nipples until she pulled her shirt over her chest. As she rolled away and got off the bed, I saw that her jeans were wet even from behind. As she left the room I looked for and found a wet spot on my bed sheet.

She came back into the room after a few minutes. I was sitting up and had put my shirt back on. She sat next to me. I looked at her face. She was crying.

"Why are you crying?"

"Oh Will. We shouldn't be doing this. What is the matter with us? We can't do this."

I was so messed up in my thinking and so enthralled by her I actually felt sad for her.

"Don't be sad. It's only natural."

"I feel like an animal." she said dejectedly.

"Before you met me, you must have touched yourself down there. Did you ever wake up from a dream feeling all wet down there?"

"Yes, but it's sinful. I try not to."

"We are just helping each other out. That is all. It's what two people do when they love each other."


She looked at me with a sudden happy look. "Do you? Do you love me?"
I was so whipped that I replied "Of course."

"Will you buy me a promise ring?"

"Sure. I guess."

She had one all picked out. Within the week I had gotten it for her and taken her to dinner and given it to her. For the next few months, we dated. She jerked me off whenever we could, and I rubbed her pussy eventually getting her to take off her pants but leave her underwear on. I placed a towel under her bed. After she left a wet stain on the passenger seat of my car, I started bringing a clean towel on our dates. Her orgasms continued to be awesome.

If I got her off first and if our date lasted long enough, I could reluctantly get her going again and make her cum a second time. Her second orgasm needed a much longer buildup than her first. To avoid her soaking her panties she would pull them down a bit and I would get a good look at her pubes and her tight little virgin vagina. Sometimes she would roll away or get up and I would see her smooth naked ass. Sometimes when I rubbed her pussy she lay beside me or straddled me and I was able to feel her ass with my other hand.

I complemented her ass once and she looked down all embarrassed. "You say the strangest things."

Spring turned to summer, and I tried to get her to move on to oral. She laughed the first time I suggested it. "That is what prostitutes do", she told me. I offered to do it to her, multiple times. I begged her to let me kiss it. We never did, and every time she jerked me, she held a tissue over it. Near the end of summer, I asked her to kiss it for my birthday.

"Just kiss it?"

"No, I want you to hold it in your mouth."

The day of my birthday, I pressured her again. She agreed she would after I took her to an expensive restaurant. Parked in my car she finally bent over and put her lips over the head of my cock. She held it in her mouth for a while. It felt mind blowing. I know I had plenty of prior experience, but this was Silvi and I had my cock in her mouth. She wanted to stop but I asked her to move up and down a bit.


"No way. You might shoot it in my mouth."

"I won't. I promise. I will warn you. I always warn you."

"You better."

She slid her lips up and down my shaft. After a while she even explored the tip with her tongue. 'Oh my God.' I muttered.

She pulled up. "Are you going to?"

"NO! Don't stop. I will tell you."

She started up again but stopped when I started breathing heavily. I begged her to continue. Twice more I got worked up and she lifted her head to ask me if I was going to. I promised her I would warn her, and she started again. Thankfully she was sliding her lips farther down my shaft and she was scraping her tongue against the bottom of my glans. I was coming close, but this time I held my breath. I was afraid she was going to stop so I waited until the last moment, but it was too late. I felt myself cuming and I shouted out a warning. I came as she was lifting her head. I shot my load in her face. She let out a scream of complaint even as my dick continued to flex and pump at her. She was sitting up and she had cum on her nose, and an eyebrow. I grabbed some tissue, but she hit my hands and grabbed the tissue herself.

She cleaned herself off as best she could while she loudly complained. She insisted I take her to a store to buy a bottle of water. She was cleaning her face when she found more cum in her hair. As you can guess, the last words she spoke to me that night was "Never again."

Never turned out to be three dates. I got her to do it again. This time when I got close, she would switch to her hands and jerk me strongly until I spilled my semen into tissue. We fell into that routine. I got some oral most times and I put my fingers in her underwear once or twice each date. I constantly asked to lick her pussy but she explained that if I did "I could never kiss you again."

"I kiss you after you lick me down there."

"Well, you're stupid."

I finally had a plan to get her naked and get her to let me lick it. I took her out of town for a concert and we had to stay in a motel. I was the gentleman when we got back after the concert and only kissed her and didn't suggest more than taking off our shirts. She started getting worked up. I didn't put my hand down her pants, I just kept up with the kissing and touching through our pants until she was almost panting. Then I suggested we take a shower.

"Together?"

"Yeah sure. You always talk about being clean."

She didn't want to get in the shower at the same time as me, but I cajoled her in. I was gentle with her and washed her shoulders and back. She looked great. I got a good look at her backside as she shyly stood turned away from me. I looked over her shoulders at the water rolling down her breast and pouring off her nipples. She avoided looking at my erection and tried not to bump into it. She asked me to get out and let her finish. Ever the gentleman, I left the shower and waited for her in bed.

She came out of the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and underwear, I was laying back naked on the bed with a huge erection. "Will. Put on some underwear please!"

"Why? I am just going to take it off."

"I am not going to get in bed until you cover up that thing."

I put on some underwear and pulled her onto the bed. We started to kiss. I took it slow. I pulled up her t-shirt and licked her nipples. She rolled on top of me and my erection in my underwear poked against her underwear. "Could you wear your pants please?" She asked.

"No way. If it's in your way, maybe you should take care of it."

She shifted down and I pulled down my underwear. She hesitantly put it into her mouth. She moved up and down with her lips and even used her tongue. Everything was great. I had been nice to her all day, and I had been affectionate for the last hour working her into a partial frenzy. I was good at telling when she was ready to orgasm, and I had kept her close to that threshold before the shower and now she was licking and kissing my shaft with some passion and not mechanically. There was only one more step. I shifted on the bed so that she was more to one side, and I pulled at her t-shirt.

She lifted her head up. "What are you doing?"

"I just want to take it off. You're so beautiful I want to see."

She grabbed at it and pulled it back.

"Cmon sweetie, it will help. I get so turned on by you that I won't last long."

A look of anger came over her face. "You better not make a mistake again!"

"No. I wouldn't baby. It was just my first time. I will warn you; I promise."

She let go of her shirt and I pulled it over her head. She was on her knees in just her underwear. What a great little body she had. She bent back over and lowered her mouth over my cock. I leaned back against the pillow and concentrated on the feel of her lips sliding gently up and down my shaft. She used her tongue again for a while. God she was in the mood. It was the best head she had ever given me. It was so good I was getting close. My body spasmed and my hips shifted as I thrust my cock in her mouth. She pulled up all the way until she was just resting her lips on my tip. She didn't like me thrusting. I held still and she lowered herself down along my shaft again. To my amazement she tongued my glans and kept her lips tight on my shaft as she raised and lowered. I was getting close again. I had to warn her. Everything had to go well for the next step in my plan. I gave her a warning. She pressed some tissue over it and stroked me. I was staring at her tits swaying as her arm moved up and down as she pumped me. I let out a long low groan and then a gasp. She held my dick against the tissue as it flexed and pumped.

Some had spilled down my shaft, but she didn't complain. She just handed me some more tissue and left the bed topless. She went into the bathroom as I cleaned up and put my underwear on. I could hear the water running and then the sound of her brushing her teeth. She had left her shirt off and when she returned, I could tell that she wanted me to finish her. "Put your pants on Will."

She always wanted my pants on when I did her. She liked to grind up against me and if I only had underwear on, I would soon get erect again and it might slip out of my underwear. I dutifully put on my pants and took her hand and pulled onto the bed. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away. "How can you, after what I just did?"

"Oh baby. I love you so much, I can't think like that. I just want to kiss you all over."

She was in no mood to argue and soon she was on top of me as we kissed, and she moved her crotch over one of my legs and started to grind. She was close. She wanted it. I shifted her up and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I flicked it vigorously, which could lead to a complaint but this time she only moaned. "Oh Will!"

She was pressing against my leg even harder, so I made my move. I rolled her onto her back and started kissing and licking all around her tits and along her neck and shoulders. I moved around as she squirmed and sighed. She was so close. She grabbed my hand and pushed it down towards her underwear. I moved it along her belly, grabbed the top of her underwear and pulled it down towards her knees. I had my head below her breasts kissing them from beneath then turned and kissed her on the stomach, I kissed and tickled with my tongue lower and lower until I was beneath her belly button. I slid lower and pushed the tip of my tongue against the top of her pubes. My lips filled with her pubes as I shifted lower.

"What are you doing?" I pressed my tongue outward into her tight folds. "Stop it!" She twisted and my face was against her ass. She squirmed away and slid out from my grip. She was on all fours halfway down the bed moving away from me as I grabbed her calves and stopped her. I grabbed her underwear with one hand and pulled it down to her knees. She pulled against my grip as I held firm. Her ass wiggled as she squirmed. She had narrow legs and although her knees were together, she had a little gap between her thighs at the top that you could see through to her pubes. I pulled her backwards and lunged forward until my face was right against her ass, my lips were filling the gap between her thighs making contact with the bottom of her pussy. I extended my tongue.

She struggled. "Let go!" She extended her body so that she forced herself into a prone position. I slid upwards and buried my face in her butt cheeks. I was licking wildly from the top of her crack to as low as I could between her anus and her pubes.

"Oh Will." The weight of my body held her legs down and I pressed hard into her ass with my face. I extended my tongue farther in until I felt her tight wrinkled spot. She stopped trying to move and I tongued her asshole as she whimpered. After a while I could feel her breathing increase. For the next few minutes, the room was silent except for the sounds of my licking, her light moaning and a television playing through the wall. I relaxed my grip a bit, and she raised her ass. She moaned as I drilled deep inside her. I helped her higher with my hands on her hips and I started licking the pubes at the very bottom of her pussy. I lifted her a little higher and I could extend my tongue along her separated flesh. I kept licking her, afraid to break the spell. She wasn't struggling to get away.

"Oh Will. Oh Gawd." She adjusted her knees and lifted her ass even higher as she lowered her shoulders. I could get my tongue all the top of her folds. I licked her and probed her tight opening with my tongue. Her pubes and my mouth were soaked by her juice.

"Oh Will. Oh. Oh." I just kept at it as her body started to shiver. She was getting close. I probed and kissed and sucked her wet pubes into my mouth. "Oh Oh" she repeated, ever faster. Then she screamed and bucked against my face. I could feel her convulsions on my lips and tongue. She screamed over and over until she caught her breath with a sudden powerful inhalation. I let go of her and she slid down into a sideways position on the bed. I saw her face. Her eyes stared out unfocused.

Suddenly I heard a shout from another room. "Way to go buddy!" Then another voice shouted out and they clapped.

"Oh Gawd. I am so embarrassed." She lay on the bed and whimpered and repeated that.

I wiped my face on a towel and pressed it between her legs to prevent her wetness from reaching the sheets. I suddenly felt a little guilty. It was my plan to bring her orgasm with my tongue. It was better than I could imagine. It was the best orgasm I have ever felt. But now she lay there in embarrassment. She shuffled off the bed, grabbed her shirt, underwear, bra and pants and went into the bathroom. I heard water running.

"When's the next show?" A male voice shouted through the wall.

I wanted to tell them to shut up, but I knew that would only encourage them.

After a while she came out of the bathroom fully dressed. "Go in there and wash your face. Use soap. And brush your teeth."

"I didn't bring a toothbrush."

"Use mine, I will buy another."

When I came out, she was lying in the bed in the dark with a blanket wrapped around her forming a barrier with the rest of the bed. "Put on your pants."

I put them on and turned off the last light and lay beside her. "Goodnight."

She didn't answer. The next morning, she was sitting in a chair away from the bed. "Use the bathroom if you have to. I can't go out there by myself. When you are ready, we can leave."

I drove her back to her town. It was a couple hours ride. I talked a bit, but she was silent. I asked if she enjoyed the concert.

"It was fine." That is all she said to me the whole ride.

I saw her at work on Monday. "Hi yourself." Was all she said to me that day. A few days later I begged her to talk after work.

"Silvi. I am sorry. I was just trying to please you. I thought you might like it, if you gave yourself a chance."

"What's the matter with you? That was the filthiest thing I could imagine. You treated me like a prostitute."

I didn't want to explain it, but that would be the last thing I would do with a prostitute. "I didn't mean for it to go that way. I just thought if I kept it up you would eventually enjoy yourself and you did. My God, you can't claim that you didn't enjoy it when it was happening."

"Well pigs in a sty enjoy pressing their snouts up each other's ass, that doesn't mean we should."

"Are you breaking up with me? Are you going to give me another chance? I love you Silvi."

She looked at me for a moment. "If we go out again, we can't do that stuff with our mouths anymore. That was SEX. I am not having sex before marriage."

"It's not sex."

"Well, I'm not doing it anymore. If that is what it takes for you to love me then we shouldn't go out."

I took her hand in mine. "Give me another chance."

She did. We started dating again. For a few dates we didn't do much sexually. Then she orgasmed against me as we made out. It was incredible. I told her she had to at least take my penis out, that it wasn't fair, I couldn't finish by grinding and she relented. She would stroke me and ask me if I needed her. I had to say "Yes" over and over. Soon we were back to our routine of stroking and fingering, but she kept her jeans on, and the first few times I had to keep my pants on as she only undid my fly.

I begged her to let me go down on her. "We can go really slow. I will be gentle."

"If you want to do that we have to be engaged."

One day I asked her if she could enjoy oral sex if we were engaged. She said she would do it until we were married and then we could make love as man and wife, and we would not have to do dirty things with our mouths. I reminded her that I loved her and bought her a promise ring.

"And I have waited five months for an engagement ring." She answered.

I didn't want to get engaged. It would have involved our parents; a wedding and honeymoon would be planned. She talked about her dreams for our wedding all the time. I was driving a beat up used car and not making much money in my first job in my field. I told her I wasn't ready for an engagement. She wasn't even 19 and she had our whole life planned out.

I didn't want to be with a girl who couldn't enjoy oral sex. The thing was, I thought she could. I thought after I gave her some good orgasms, she would get addicted. That fucking orgasm she had against my face was all I could think about. One day she finally took off her pants as we were fooling around in her parents' basement. I thought she was ready; I got her all worked up to the point where she had to continue to orgasm. Then I pulled out my hand from her underwear and slid down and pushed my tongue against her pubes. I felt a strong smack against the back of my head. I thought maybe she had spasmed and accidentally flailed her hand. When I sat up, she was looking at me with a snarl. "Don't put your tongue down there you dirty bird!"

I got off the couch, put on my shirt and went up the stairs to the door. I was putting on my shoes and jacket when she called up the stairs. "Come on Will. Come back down. Please don't go!"

I left. I never talked to her again. At work she would talk to people around me and ignore me. She tried to get a rise out of me several times, but I just kept my mouth shut. She told people that I was a pervert and I think she even told a few girls at the plant that I had licked her asshole.

The thing is, my experience with her shaped me. I wanted so badly to repeat it. I even thought of asking her to forgive me, but I knew that would just lead to an engagement. I was depressed by her rejection. I might have left her, but she rejected me.

I obsessed over the fact that she would date someone else. She would know how to manipulate him and get all she wanted. Or she would date a good-looking guy with a nice car, and she would try to keep him by doing all the things that I wanted her to do with me. I knew if she just told me she loved me and asked me to come back, that I would. I would do anything she wanted. She just had to ask. Sometimes I was afraid she would, or I would break down and beg her to take me back.

Eventually I moved on. People at work knew all about our breakup and that led to a couple of strange encounters. That is another story.

This series of Stories:

An Evening with Mrs. Lasalle
An Afternoon with Mrs. Lasalle
Dinner with Mrs. Lasalle
After Mrs. Lasalle
A drunken encounter
After Mrs. Lasalle Brenda
Working for Mrs. Lasalle

Coming soon:
Driving Mrs. Lasalle.