A little bit of both

"Maybe a little bit of both," you confess. "I don't know. I've never done anything like this before."

"Me neither," says Jordan.

"All I know is that I want you," you say. "Is that bad?"

Jordan shakes her head. "You're still figuring your shit out. At least you're honest about it."

"Where does that leave us?"

"You tell me," says Jordan. "I'm just as turned around as you are."

"Well, do you want to stop?"

Jordan thinks. "I mean we probably should."

"Probably?" you ask.

Jordan chews the corner of her mouth and touches your chest. "Yeah..."

You move back a half-step and take your hard shaft in hand. "Or."

The woman exhales and shifts her feet a couple extra inches apart. "Or?"

"We could see..." you move forward, sliding your cock between Jordan's thighs, rubbing along her slick labia "...how paying more attention to you sexuality feels."

Jordan shudders at the contact, bracing herself back against the lockers. "Mmhm."

You kiss her again. "How's that sound?"

She sighs. "Alright."

You rock your hips back, hold Jordan's, and adjust your angle slightly. You move against and up into her. The head of your cock spreads the lips of her sex, and you slip deep into her. Jordan lets out a long breath as she takes you inside herself.

Like that, the two of you are having sex.

You take Jordan with deep, measured thrusts. Slowly. Taking your time. Jordan's hips bump against yours, her breasts bouncing slightly with every pulse of your hips. She focuses on the sensation, her effort mainly on keeping steady while you fuck her.

"How's this... feel?" you ask, luxuriating as you pump Jordan's fit, obliging body.

"Good," grunts Jordan, taking another thrust.

Her pussy clamps down on you, trying to keep you in. "Feels like your body wants this," you remark, caught up with the moment. "How long's it been?"

"Couple months," she says. "I t-touch myself sometimes, though."

"Really?" You can't believe it. A woman like Jordan, with a boyfriend, no less? "That's way too long."

"It is?"

"I thought you said you had a boyfriend," you say, pumping Jordan more intently. She deserves the loving more than you do.

"I do - I did," Jordan pants.

"Well, I'm here if you need me," you promise, keeping one hand on her hip and squeezing one of her boobs. "No tomboy as hot as you should have to take care of herself if she doesn't want to."

"Oh, um. Cool. Alright," she replies, her replies curt and measured by your quickening pace. Jordan's eyes sink shut as she focuses on the sex.

You feel yourself approaching climax. You give her another kiss. "Did you finish?"

Jordan nods. "I don't show much."

"Is it okay if I..." you don't know how to phrase the question. Are you on birth control? feels heavy-handed. But asking if you can come inside Jordan also feels heavy-handed. It's not like you didn't have a condom in your wallet. You just got swept along in the moment.

The climber blushes at the question. "You serious?" she asks. But she quickly changes her tune. "Uh, yeah, I mean. Whatever you think's best."

What you think's best is grabbing hold of Jordan's boobs with both hands, kissing her, and pressing her hard against the lockers. You empty your pent-up sexual frustration inside her, one rapturous spurt at a time.

You hang against Jordan's chest while you catch your breath. She leans back against you for mutual support.

"Jesus," she exhales. "Never had sex like that before."

"Was I okay?"

Jordan laughs breathily and hugs you to her sweaty bosom. "Yeah. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, but... man." She knocks her head back against the lockers. "Wow that was good. Guess my body knows what it wants a little better than I do." She cracks a tired smile. "You'd say that's something I should probably figure out, huh."

You smile back. "So long as it's with me? Sure," you joke.

Jordan nods seriously, playing along. "Got it."

The two of you hold one another for a nice, long moment. Jordan holds you in her warm arms, cuddling you more intently as time goes on, seemingly losing track of time.

"We should probably get going before somebody catches us," you tell the climber.

She snaps out of her reprieve. "What? Oh. Yeah. Right." Without prompting, she collects both your clothes, then takes you by the hand and leads you back toward one of the shower stalls, like it's the most natural thing in the world. "Let's clean off real quick before heading out..."