Curves and Straights

The first thing Imara did was grab Mark by the collar of shirt and pull him in closer. He followed her tug and ended up kissing her after a moment of adjustment. He wasn't used to kissing yet, his only experience being the quick one they had shared yesterday. Even still, he did his best with the awkward angle. What they ended up with was an off-axis Spiderman kiss that felt as awkward and strange as it felt right, at least to Mark. After a few seconds of this, Imara pulled back, a slightly goofy smile on her face. "OK, this angle isn't gonna work at all. Sit your butt down."

When Mark did, coming around the couch to sit next to her, he was expecting the two of them to kiss and make out while sitting next to each other. What happened instead was Imara swinging a leg over and parking herself squarely in his lap. This let her look down on him as her hands cupped both sides of his face, feeling the warmth of his rapidly growing blush. Other things were rapidly growing as well, of which she seemed keenly aware of. Her hips pressed down on him and worked in painstakingly slow, small circles. She looked into his panicked eyes for a moment, seeming to enjoy the simple act of gazing. When she spoke, it was in a low, intimate tone. "Neither of us have done this before... yea?"

Mark shook his head dumbly, looking up with wide eyes. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands so they hovered off of everything, frozen. His mind was nothing but overlapping static.

"Then neither of us get to feel bad if this is awkward as hell." Her arms draped around his neck and she leaned in, using her body to press him against the back of the couch. Mark's stomach fluttered as she stopped within inches, eyes half closed. He could feel the warmth of her breath. In a barely audible whisper, she whispered to him, "can't be doing all the work, now... If you want it, you have to come and take it."

The simple deceleration was enough to jump-start his brain. His hands stopped their hovering and went to her back, grasping at her jacket. The fabric bunched in his clenched fingers as he moved to kiss her. It was stiff and awkward and woefully unskilled on both ends. Mark didn't care. Imara didn't seem to. The pair seemed more than content to revel in their kiss. While neither of them knew what they were doing, they were certainly giving it everything they had. There were short pauses in the action, both of them breathing heavily. They'd look at each other for just a moment, get in a breath or two, then be right back to work.

Imara's whole body was soft to the touch, a wonderful plumpness pressing into him, especially around the chest. He could feel the stud piercings through her top as her hips kept working circles into Mark's pants. If he hadn't changed his clothes, he would have been remarkably uncomfortable. Imara seemed to be the opposite, parting her mouth in an invitation to evolve their simple kiss. When Mark reciprocated, her tongue was quick to act. There was a quiet desperation in the way her fingers got lost in his hair. With her other hand, she grabbed his arm, pushing it down gently until it landed on her ass. He ended up with both hands on her butt, feeling the shift of her hips as she kept up the movement. Gentle moans were coming from her on occasion as she had something to grind against.

Mark gave Imara's ass a tentative squeeze, finding that his testing was met with excited sounds. Their tongues continued to dance as he groped her ass, enjoying every second of something he only hoped he'd get to experience. The kiss was finally broken, each of them gasping for air. Neither could look away.

Imara was the first to speak, seeming to physically swallow any fear or trepidation before opening her mouth. "This was... faster... than I thought it would be... Not going to be able to call you a virgin for much longer at this rate. Or me..." She slipped her jacket off of her shoulders and draped it over the back of the couch, a haphazard toss to get it out of the way. "Kinda a shame we didn't start all this in the warmer months, you'd have me in my shorts right now. They're way cuter and sexier than the sweat pants..."

"I doubt I'd handle it very well if you got much hotter. I'm already struggling," he said with a laugh, glad the two of them could still make jokes like this. Her humor was part of the reason he was so enamored. Whether it was teasing him to get a reaction, her little nicknames, or the playful jabs, he'd quickly found he was fond of this menace of a girl.

All of his smiles and laughter was cut short when he felt her hand on his crotch, rubbing her palm on his shaft though black and baggy sweat pants. "Just so you know, I don't expect you to have great stamina at first. We'll put in plenty of work there~" With a swift shift, her hand went to his waistband and pulled his pants down enough to free him, phallus standing proud as Mark sat in red-faced bewilderment. "Oh, wow, uhh... honestly, I was expecting either monstrous or shrimpy." Imara gently poked at the tip, nodding to herself. "Looks just a little above average..." She nodded to herself and slipped out of his lap, going to her knees in front of him. "If I'm bad at this, please don't laugh... hard to get feedback on this kind of thing."

All Mark managed was a weak and stuttery, "never." She started after that, mercifully going easy on him with a simple and slow handjob to test the waters. Her fingers and hands were remarkably smooth, considering the first time he saw her, she'd shattered rocks with her palm. The tender touch was a very welcome contrast, as was the feeling of her work.

A slightly odd look came to her face before she opened her mouth. Spit flowed down her tongue and landed on the head, her hand quickly sticking up the entire length and making for an even better experience. "There... bet that feels much better. Should have done that from the start." Her speed remained fairly constant, a somewhat slow rhythm, but the way her hand glided over him with the added lubrication was wonderful to say the least.

Mark was doing his best to keep from losing it, left nothing to do but bask in his own pleasure. He grit his teeth, determined to not disappoint the woman who was taking such care in his pleasure by letting it end too soon. "Definitely... going to need... stamina..." He had to fight to get the words out without getting jumbled. It had barely been a minute and she was hardly seeming to try, yet Mark knew things wouldn't last if he didn't get ahold of himself. "Imara, w-wait... uh..."

She stopped her jerking, looking up at him nervously. "I'm not doing that badly, am I?"

"No, no, god no. I was just... It feels really good but I don't... y'know..." His face had gone red as he did his best to explain. "I don't want things ending early... I was hoping to... maybe return the favor, in a way?"

She blinked her bewilderment up at him for a long second before she fought and lost a war with her own laughter. Mark started to burn an even brighter red when she tried to speak through her fit. "Sorry, not... not at you. I never..." She cleared her throat, working to fight the laughter down, though it bubbled up in giggles. "Never thought a guy would ask to finger me so he didn't cum on my face..."

"Well... you're half right..."

Imara's mirthful grin was first replaced with confusion. Afterwards came shock. It settled on a lewd, conspiratorial smirk. "Such a gentleman," was all she said before standing and turning around. Mark was just about to ask what she was doing when she slid her sweatpants down to expose two generous portions of rump. The sight was only slightly upended by the adorably cute underwear she had on. They were green with verdant patterns, speckled with small flowers. "If I'd known this would be happening, I'd have worn something else..."

"But they're cute," was Mark's immediate response, the sincerity causing Imara to freeze for an instant.

"You and your big mouth... I wanted to give you a nice view. Lay down on your back." The last part was a command more than a request. She wasn't taking no for an answer. She pulled off her underwear as Mark did as she said, his mind racing to figure out what she would do. His answer came when he saw her from below, one leg either side of him. Mark caught a glimpse of a trimmed green patch before she eased herself down and sat on his face. She didn't press down like he expected her to, instead giving him a bit of room to work with as she bent at the waist. Hot breaths ran over his sensitive head, making his back arch in need.

Before Imara could get the upper hand on him again, Mark did his best to follow through on his original task. His head rose off the cushion and he did his best to eat her out. With no practice and little exposure to advice on the topic, he didn't do a great job. He was, however, trying his best. He responded to the sounds Imara made, improving as time went on. With Mark busy, he nearly didn't notice when the breaths stopped, replaced by soft lips and an eagerly lapping tongue. She circled the head slowly as her head bobbed, going mercifully easy on him to start.

Mark's ability to eat pussy was adequate enough after some auditory guidance from Imara. He focused on what he could do to make her feel good, distracting himself from what she was doing. It seemed to help somewhat. His hands hooked up and over her hips, once more playing with her butt. His tongue accidentally flicked over her clit, causing a much louder moan from Imara. When he realized what he had done, he set about abusing this new-found knowledge to great effect. The moans grew sharper, muffled as they were with her mouth full and all. In apparent response to Mark's improvement, Imara's head bobbed faster, taking more with each dive.

The pair of them seemed matched in effort fairly closely, building towards an inevitable release. That was, unfortunately, the second time that night Mark was edged as Imara pulled away, sitting up and smothering him just a little bit with her ass. "Alright, I think that's enough foreplay... feeling you twitching in my mouth was fun but I think it's time for the main event." She shook her ass in his face, the flirting intonation of her words outlining the grin she bore. "Nothing to say? No flustered reply or wise cracks?"

Mark did have a crack of some variety but not a wise one. His hand, still on her ass, pulled back as a wind up before coming down. The smack rang out, along with a moan of surprised pleasure from Imara.

The outraged woman looked down and pressed her ass into his face even further. "You bold little shit. I'm gonna ride the hell out of you now, buddy.~" The way she said the last line made it clear she was not threatening. She wasn't even stating. She was enlightening him to a fundamental truth of the universe.

Mark gasped for glorious air as she finally deigned to remove her rear from his face. Before Mark had a chance to even get a word out, she had moved down his body, positioned right over his dutiful little soldier, standing at attention. Just as her hips began to lower, his prick held steady with one hand, he grabbed at her hips to stop her in her tracks. "Wait, wait, slow down. I don't even have on a condom!" Her willingness to just jump in was as concerning as it was attractive.

To her credit, she did stop. She stayed facing away from him, lowering herself to sit on his stomach. Her voice was underpinned by a subtle shakiness. "Guys are supposed to jump at the chance to have sex... I thought I was doing everything right..." There was an almost inaudible break in her voice near the end.

Mark sat up slowly hugging her from behind. He just wanted her to slow down, he didn't want her to cry. Gently, he held her, speaking softly, "believe me, you haven't done anything wrong, Imara. Christ, I don't think you could get any better... I just don't want this to be rushed is all. You deserve better than some rushed fling..."

A sniffle sounded from her and she wiped at her nose. "You idiot... You aren't putting on an act or anything... You aren't making me want to fuck you any less by being sweet, you know..." The small joke was her return to form after she dropped her mask for just a moment. Mark squeezed her a little tighter and she made a contented little squeak. "OK... but no going off and fucking that cute goat before I get a turn, OK? We'll... We'll slow things down. Doesn't mean I'm done with you, though." With that, Imara squished her thighs together around his, now half-hard, dick.

Mark was surprised at just how soft they were, his core contracting on instinct at the pleasure of the simple act. Things did not improve when she decided the best course of action to get him stiff again was to massage her pillowy thighs against his manhood. Pleasured half sounds came from his throat, hands gripping at her sides in an attempt to ground himself in reality. He drew out the first word when he said, "fuck, Imara, you can't-"

She shushed him. Honest to Gaia, she shut him up with a simple exhalation. "Let me do this, Mark."

So he did. He sat there as she worked her thighs against one another, bringing her hips into the fray as well. With how she moved, he could feel her bare sex ground against his hardened prick. The realization was maddening and he yearned for her like a freezing man to a fire. Before he knew what he was doing, his lips had found her neck, hands doing the same to her chest. He wasn't even fully aware of his movements, the need for her driving more primitive parts of his brain to action and bypassing any inhibitions he may have held.

The noises he made her make were a sweet symphony. Little nips at her flesh with his teeth making for high concerto strings among the composition. "Never had... had it feel this good to be groped..." She managed to laugh afterwards, met with the stabbing moan of a full bite to the base of her neck. Mark's teeth didn't draw blood but he left a little impression on her.

A small part of him wanted to pull himself back from the bestial mindset but every little sound drove him onward. Every squeal and moan and quiver of her body was a siren's song he was unable to resist. Eventually, she made his core tighten again, this time accompanied by his climax. Warm, white fluid landed on her thighs as he squeezed her body. Things were just starting to calm down when she swiped a finger through the stuff, brought it to her mouth, and gave it a lick. She made a face and glanced backwards at Mark. "I'm going to need you to start eating fruit..."

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