The Light of La Luna

Home alone. Simple words but carrying so much weight and implication. What he wouldn’t have given to have heard those words when he and Lisa were dating the first time. But Lisa wanted to wait. Not necessarily until marriage, instead falling somewhere in the middle between the traditions of her heritage and modern sensibilities, requiring a build up of trust before she could give herself to another. Zack said he understood, and he didn’t mind waiting, and really he didn’t, but it would be a lie to say that he didn’t think about it at all. How could he not when he was dating such a hot Latina, having free reign to ogle her breasts and ass or put his arm around her and pull her thick curves next to his body? It was like constantly getting to glimpse heaven but never entering the gates.

Until Ashley’s birthday party. He said he could wait, but that night he got a little tipsy. Or a little more than tipsy. His restraint melted away. Despite his love for Lisa, his desperation for release led him, and when a pretty girl came on to him, he found himself giving in. It wasn’t like he’d had nothing. He was a little sad to say he’d gotten very good with his hand, but Lisa wasn't averse to helping out with her own hands occasionally. But in that moment, whoever she was, she had offered the one thing Lisa couldn’t; sex. As strong as his will was, in a drunken stupor, his cock did the thinking, and he gave his virginity to another girl, in a closet.

He made no excuses. He had done the drinking and he hadn’t been the one to say no. He let himself be led, and he did so because, deep down, he wasn’t mature enough to wait. To really wait. Not to just say the words and not pressure her, but to keep the vigil himself. This time he wanted things to be different. He wanted to show Lisa that he had matured, that he wasn’t here for sex; he was here for the trust.

“I know it’s been a long night, and it must have been rough in prison,” Zack prefaced, watching the Latina, staring out the window. “I’m happy to sleep in the guest room tonight.”

“You said Ashley let you go,” Lisa said, her voice pensive, without turning around. “What did that mean?”

“Oh, uh, well, exactly what I said, I guess,” Zack replied, taken aback by the abrupt pivoting of the conversation. “She didn’t want to break up, and told me that she was going to win me back. But, it seems that some stuff had happened today, and she realized that we were at different places in our relationship. She wants to take some time by herself, so she told me to ‘go get my girl’, meaning you, of course.”

Lisa spun around to face him, her eyes like arrows, piercing right through him. “If Ashley hadn’t pulled out of the race, would you even be here? How do I know I’m not just the consolation prize?”

“Shit, Lisa, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like second best, like you had to compete with anyone else. You don’t. You’re amazing. I’m the one who should have been fighting for you,” Zack insisted, taking a step forward, his hands open in front of him. “But I’ve been looking forward to your release ever since you were taken away by those two officers. It’s been tough at times, because I felt really powerless to do anything, and I had to leave it up to Heather and Ashley. There’s nothing on this earth that could have stopped me from being here the moment you got out.”

“But Ashley still took herself out of the running,” Lisa noted, stepping back until her butt was against the counter.

“I broke up with her last night. I never considered her an option from that moment on, regardless whether she accepted that fact or not,” Zack clarified, frustrated at Lisa’s understanding of the situation and angry at himself for letting it come to this.

“But you didn’t make the decision. You simply chose ‘not Ashley’,” Lisa highlighted, her eyes growing teary and watery. “You didn’t choose me.”

“You…you’re right,” Zack shook his head, in disbelief that he hadn’t realized it himself. “Shit, you’re absolutely right. Until Ashley gave me the green light, I had no idea what was going to happen between us, and now I’m just acting like it’s a foregone conclusion.” He ran a hand through his hair and dipped his head. “When it comes to you, everything I do is just one colossal fuck-up.”

“It…it’s not all that bad. I don’t want to make you feel guilty.” He felt that he could feel her frowning even though he couldn’t see her face. “I just need to be certain, before this goes any further, what you actually want. I can’t have my heart broken again. I don’t think I ever fully got over you, but I found a way to function. I can’t go back to not functioning.”

“No, you’re right…you deserve that,” Zack admitted, taking a deep breath. “I think…No, I do…want you. I want to try again.”

“Why?” The word flew from her lips almost before Zack had even finished his sentence.

“Because…” he paused, searching his feelings for the words. “…because I want to fight for you. I should have fought for you all those years ago, but I was scared. I didn’t want to face what I’d done. But I have to. I don’t think I can ever call myself a man if I just ignore the past. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I betrayed that. It’s like you said about my mom’s affair with Robert. It doesn’t define me. My actions do, and I can choose not to go down that same road. I feel like if I don’t deal with this, I’ll constantly be looking back in every relationship, waiting for that inevitable moment when I hurt them.”

“Zack, I can’t be a project for you to fix,” she said sadly, taking a few steps closer. “That night when you re-entered my life, after my dad hit you with his car, all I felt was a rush of feelings, of love and happiness. The hurt I felt was there, but it was overwhelmed and that was when I knew that I still wanted you. I still wanted to be with you.”

“I know, and I want to return those feelings,” Zack confessed, wiping his eyes. “At the minute, I mainly feel overwhelmed with confusion. At lot of things have changed recently, my friends, my family, everything I thought I knew has been turned upside down, and what I really need is something true. A constant to fix me in place, to guide me through. My North Star.” He looked up, slightly surprised to find the Latina standing right in front of him, having crossed the kitchen in silence. “Maybe I’m not ready. Maybe I’m not mature enough yet. But I don’t care. I’m choosing you. Because you, Lisa Rivera, are what I need more than anything else in my life.”

Lisa threw her arms around Zack’s neck and kissed him deep. Zack met her lips and kissed her back with equal fervor, feeling them part as her tongue slid out, wrestling with his. His hands dropped to her hips, steadying her and himself as their whole bodies rocked back and forth with the power of the kiss, their mouths playfully vying for dominance. Just kissing her, feeling her tight waist beneath his hand, her warm chest pressed against his front was sending all the blood pumping back to his dick, the erection he had in the car returning in full.

He kept kissing her even as she started to pull away, stopping only when her lips were no longer close enough, grunting in his need to touch and feel her more and more. Her hands dropped from his shoulders, sliding down his arms to his. She took his hand in hers and led him through the house, not even bothering to turn on any of the lights. This was Lisa’s home, its well traversed paths known to her even in the darkness. For Zack he was less sure, but he followed her. He knew where Lisa’s bedroom was though, and his sense of direction told him that was exactly where they were headed.

Once they were in the room, Lisa turned, reaching out for the light switch, but Zack caught her, pulling her in for another kiss. The curtains were still drawn, moon light streaming in through the windows so that the teen couple were illuminated in silver. She smiled against his lips, letting out a giggling moan on his tongue, amused by his eagerness. The sounds coming from her mouth deepened, feeling Zack’s hands rise from her waist, catching the hem of her top and pulling it up as well. He broke the kiss this time, momentarily, just so he could lift the tee over her head.

It was Lisa’s turn to undress Zack, her hands sliding the jacket off his shoulders as he tossed her top aside into the darkness. Gravity took the jacket down his arms, crumbling on the floor behind him while Lisa’s fingers were already caressing his chest through his shirt, tracing each button and popping them open one at a time. He felt it part, the air directly on his skin now, his flesh goosebumping, though that was more to do with the anxious apprehension of what was to come. She pushed the shirt down over his shoulders, just as she had with the jacket, this time following along, feeling every muscle of his arms beneath her hands.

Breathless just from her touch, Zack leaned in and kissed her again, his arms wrapping around her back. His hands slid up along her spine, enjoying how her skin felt, until he came to the clasp of her bra. At the same time, while their tongues continued to swirl around in each other’s mouths, her hands dropped to his belt, pulling open the buckle. He heard the sound of his trousers being unzipped as he pinched the back strap of her bra, pushing the catch out of the clasp. Together, his trousers fell open as her bra came apart.

They separated again, creating enough space between them for Lisa’s beautiful, bountiful breasts to be freed when she slipped the loose bra down her arms. The movement shimmied Zack’s trousers loose of his hips, allowing them to drop down his legs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out, never taking his eyes off Lisa’s chest, painted silver in the moonlight. He kissed her again, a hand cupping those precious tits, as her own hand groped his cock through his boxers. His lips left hers, but not her body, sliding down to her jawline, leaving smooches like breadcrumbs on her neck and shoulders, collarbone and chest, leaning down as he kissed lower and lower until his mouth was on her boobs, licking hungrily at her nipple.

Her gasps and grunts filled the room as Zack went from licking to sucking to sucking to licking, a tingling warmth spreading across her chest and making her slightly light-headed. Her nipple dropped with his slobber as he drew his head back and moved to her other tit. She ran her fingers through his hair while he suckled at her breast, his hands moving down her back, returning to her waist where she felt his thumbs push beneath her waistband. She panted, smiling down at his face, cast in moonlight just like her body, watching him descend.

As Zack dropped to his knees before her, he tugged down her loose sweatpants, kissing her body again, in a line from her breasts, over her stomach, to the elastic of her panties. His hands helped her feet out of her bottoms as his lips moved to her thigh, kissing inwards over the fabric until he felt the hard nub of her clit through her underwear. She shook gently, feeling the same tingling warmth that had filled her chest from her nipples pouring into her body from between her legs. Moving her legs further apart, she widened her stance, allowing the dark-haired boy better access to her mound.

He placed his mouth over her clit, sucking on the cluster of nerve endings through her panties, his saliva and hot breath creating a dark patch on the fabric. Lisa’s head rolled back, moaning into the darkness as pleasure pulsed throughout her body, her pussy growing wetter and leaving its own stain on the gusset of her underwear. Her hands remained on his head, fingers in his thick hair, holding him to her clit, even though he had no intention to leave, his own hands running up the back of her thighs, just below her ass, pulling her into his tongue.

Lapping at her clit, he felt her shudder in his hands. He slid his tongue down, tasting where her juices had leaked out, his nose rubbing against her nub. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with her aroused musk. She moaned at the lewdness of simply having a man smell her pussy. He tasted her, feeling with his tongue how saturated her underwear had become in such a short amount of time. Moving back up, his tongue flicked back over her clit as she brought one hand round, between her thighs and tugged her panties to the side, feeling the steaming heat almost immediately.

While his tongue continued to **** her sensitive nub, he traced her labia with a finger, gently working his way between her lips towards her dripping hole. Instinctively her legs spread wider. Teasing her, his finger encircled her entrance, smearing her wetness over her pussy and lubricating his hand before pushing inside with the single finger, soon to be joined by a second while tongue continued to play with her clit. A gasp escaped from her throat as the digits penetrated her pussy, another small burst of pleasure rippling through her muscles.

Unable to widen her stance any further without becoming unbalanced, the Latina raised one leg and draped it over his shoulder, her hands still on his head. He pulled out his fingers and lowered his tongue to her hole, tasting the fresh release of Lisa’s liquid arousal, holding her panties to one side with his soaked hand, while his tongue mimicked his fingers. He ran the tip between her labia, back and forth a few times, then round her entrance too before pushing his tongue inside her tight, wet pussy, the pouring out of her feminine lubrication directly upon his mouth.

Lisa felt her head spiral as he repeated this action, tongue fucking her pussy with a few thrusts before moving up to lick and suckle at her clit, his fingers replacing his tongue, pumping his digits knuckle deep into her hole, her wetness beginning to run down her thighs and drip on the floor below. She shuddered and shivered against his face, thankful for her leg upon his shoulder to keep her upright as the machinations of his fingers and tongue upon her body began to overload her senses, the tingling warmth that had pulsed from her nipples and clit now consuming her entire body from head to toe. She felt dizzy and lightheaded and ridiculously happy.

Sensing that her orgasm was near, she gently pushed his head away from her legs, a task more difficult than it sounds due to Zack’s eager, lapping tongue. He looked up at, slightly confused, knowing that she had been quite close and uncertain why she would deny herself. However, she simply didn’t want to cum like this, by herself. She wanted more. She wanted to be filled. She wanted Zack. Looking down at him, her caramel skin bathed in moonlight, her dark brown eyes shimmering, she said simply, “I want you inside me.”

And he knew she meant more than his fingers, more than his tongue. What she needed right now was his cock. He took her panties in his hands and pulled them down her legs, baring her completely, though in the limited light the nooks and crevices of her body were still shrouded in dark. Standing, he took her thighs in his hands, and carried her to the bed, smiling as he heard her gently yelp with joyous surprise to be lifted. He laid her on the mattress, in the middle, then reached down and pushed his boxers down his own legs, at last freeing his cock.

She raised herself up on her up on her elbows to look at his meat, though it didn’t really look like meat in the moonlight. Hard and stiff and colored silver, it looked more metal than man, like a thick piece of pipe. Her eyes stayed on him as he crawled on to the bed, between her thighs, his member disappearing in the darkness between them, though she could feel its warm, sticky tip press against her mound. Though it looked like an iron bar, it felt manly, only increasing her desire to feel it inside her pussy.

Thankfully, Zack didn’t play with her. He reached down with one hand, between their bodies and took his cock in hand. He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed forward with his hips. Her lips spread around his mushroomed head, wet and slippy, lubricating his length as it entered her, Zack’s girth causing her insides to stretch with slight discomfort. She gasped, pressing her forehead against his as she felt herself being widened by his thick, hard cock but reaching down with her hands to hold his hips, encouraging him to keep going. He was only a couple of inches deep when he met another resistance though. Realizing, remembering, he looked up into her pained, **** eyes as his cockhead nudged against her hymen.

“It’s okay, keep going,” she whispered to him, her voice strained and pleading. “Take my virginity.”

It was strange to hear a girl that he’d fucked in the ass and fucked in a threesome with another girl ask him to take her virginity, a pure and innocent request compared to just how wild he knew Lisa could be. But right now, wasn’t about being wild, and Zack felt honored that after everything he’d done, she would still give him this. Grateful, he leaned down and kissed her lips as he bucked his hips, pulling back and thrusting forward, harder than before, anticipating the barrier this time. He felt the resistance again, and then the cry of pain on his tongue as her hymen split, allowing his cock to sink into her pussy proper.

He held her there for a moment, allowing her tight hole a moment to familiarize itself with his thick, hard shape. Only once Lisa gave him the go-ahead again did he resume the moving of his hips, softly humping at Lisa’s pussy, at least at first. He listened to her strained moans, the dueling of pain and pleasure as her sore pussy twitched with arousal. Her inner walls grew wet, mingling with her blood and coating his cock in the mixture, even though her hole still felt stretched around his fat shape. Gradually, as she grew wetter, her gasps and moan became less pained and more euphoric, and he took that as his cue to fuck her harder.

“Yeeeesssss, f-fuck me, Zack,” she sang beside his face, her hands grasping at his bare back, trying to pull him deeper. “Your cock is so big. I love how stretched I feel when it’s inside me.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” he grunted in return. “Fuck, your pussy is tight.”

So tight in fact, he felt that he might cum just from having it clamped around his shaft. He felt her walls pulsing around his dick, coaxing the climax from his balls. His pace quickened, instinctively, pumping her rapidly with his entire length. The bed creaked noisily in time with the slapping of his balls against her ass, each smack accompanied by Lisa’s moan. She bucked her hips up against him, their bodies smooshed tight together, his cock as deep as it could possibly go, sending shockwaves up her spine from where they were joined.

“OoooooOooooh fuck,” Lisa moaned, throwing her head back against the mattress as she felt the shivers and shudders in her body intensify, the pain of being penetrated for the first time almost completely gone, flushed out by pleasure and cum.

They looked into each other’s eyes as they rutted together, head to head, their bodies rolling against the other, moving as one. Already incredibly horny from being eaten out first, Lisa felt her orgasm bubble up. It happened quickly, so fast she didn’t even have a chance to warn Zack, simply crying out something unintelligible as her back arched and her pussy walls clamped down hard around his cock. She felt hot, like she was overheating, gasping like she was suffocating, her mind completely black as if pleasure had overridden every cell in her brain.

Feeling her walls squeeze his cock, he couldn’t help but cum as well, almost at the same time, feeling like she was milking his dick for his essence. Too late he wondered about Lisa’s fertility, about the potential of a pregnancy, the thought entering his mind while his cock was already spewing forth his baby batter, painting the insides of her hole so full of his thick, white seed that it seeped out of her pussy around his shaft. He groaned deep as he thrust into hard, but purposefully, releasing ever last drop of his climax inside her.

A few moment later, as their orgasms subsided, Zack rolled to one side, drained and exhausted after what had felt like a very long day. Longer for Lisa though, for whom it seemed like several long days in total. She pulled the bed sheet over them, their panting, breath-catching breathing gradually slowing and becoming heavy as they went from active to dozing then falling into a deep contented sleep.