Stefan finally speaks

Stefan's silence was hardly indicative of his sense of pleasure. He definitely enjoyed sex, and he particularly enjoyed it with women who weren't scared of him.

Unfortunately, that was typically what he experienced -- women who were afraid. The first impression he usually made was that people found him to be unfriendly. He didn't mean to come off that way, but he was shy, reserved, and content keeping to himself most of the time. Unfortunately for Stefan, the result was that it was difficult for him to connect with people.

Maybe because it was an invigorating and validating activity he could do alone, Stefan spent a lot of time at the gym. He ran, he lifted, he swam, and he also ate well, didn't drink a lot, and generally took great care in his physical health. Friends like Tyler and Dominic teased him about it, but he knew it was out of envy. Tyler had a natural bad-boy flair about him, and Dominic was always charming, but neither of them had Stefan's commitment to physical fitness. And while Stefan was pleased with the outcome of his efforts, he also knew that he'd never make the same kinds of social impressions his friends did.

He wasn't tall, but he was big. And some women found that intimidating. He was quiet, which could also be intimidating. And when he got intimate with women, and they learned what he had down below, it always became the topic of conversation. The truth was, he didn't really care about it. He certainly didn't think he was any better than anyone else. It was just ... big.

Just about every woman he'd been with had made a comment about how big it was, and that they were afraid it would hurt. After a while, it almost made him **** toward sex, because he certainly had no interest in creating discomfort or pain for anyone.

In a way, Abbie's curious behavior was lit a fire in Stefan's mind. Like most women, she was taken with his physique and intrigued by the size of his penis. But unlike most women, she didn't show fear, she didn't make jokes, and if anything she seemed authentically excited by what he would feel like to her.

The curious part was that these last several minutes, she was being so nonchalant about it. Why isn't she saying anything? he wondered. He couldn't remember the last time he fucked a girl who didn't say at last something. For a split second, he thought that maybe he'd slipped out of her and hadn't realized it -- but then he looked down, saw his cock firmly inside Abbie's pussy, and laughed a little to himself.

"What's so funny?" Michelle asked. She'd been watching Stefan. Even as she was getting drilled by Tyler (and enjoying it tremendously), she always had a voyeuristic streak in her. Even thought she'd only met them that evening, she found the combination of Abbie and Stefan fascinating. Abbie had been so bubbly, cheerful, eager to play, and Stefan practically sulked his way through the evening's festivities so far. "Honestly, I don't know that you even deserve to be fucking that babe right now."

This wasn't really what Stefan wanted to hear. He had actually been feeling pretty lucky. Abbie was a babe, after all. He looked down at her, admiring her small body, her pert breasts, smooth stomach. He slowly backed up, pulling his dick from her pussy, watching the extraction. He reached down with a hand and fingered her for a moment before pushing the tip of his cock back against her. Before thrusting in, he took hold of her calves and spread her legs apart, trying to make it a little easier on both of them as he penetrated her once more.

He heard Abbie make a small moaning sound, but her visual focus, at least, was still on Dominic. She had her hands over her head, rubbing his dick and balls, occasionally licking or sucking on him.

"You could tell a girl that you like it ... or something." The way Michelle commented on the Stefan/Abbie performance was filled with such disdain, much like the way some people hate-watch popular television. "Anything, really," she added.

Stefan thrust in and out of Abbie's pussy a few more times before turning to face Michelle. "I like it."

"Tell her, not me, you fool!"

He turned back toward Abbie. She had Dominic's cock in her mouth and wasn't looking toward Stefan at all. He pulled back again, slower this time, taking in the electric stimulation he felt as the sides of his dick rubbed tightly against the walls of Abbie's vagina.

As he withdrew, Abbie pulled herself away from Dominic, and lifted her head enough to see Stefan. She slipped one of her hands down toward her pussy, and gently rubbed herself. As Stefan leaned in again, presumably to re-enter Abbie's wet hole, she flattened her had, partially covering her pussy, a casual barrier between her and Stefan.

Michelle chuckled. She hadn't seen that coming, but was interested in the story. Maybe this girl finally says no to something? she wondered.

"Tell me you like it," said Abbie.

The request sounded simple, but Abbie knew it wasn't going to be easy for Stefan. She also knew that he did like it -- and for that matter, so did she. She wanted to keep going. But she also wanted the acknowledgment that Michelle had been talking about.

"I like it," he replied, essentially the same tone of voice he had said earlier to Michelle.

"Do you?" Abbie asked, her question a combination of sincerity and doubt.

Stefan chuckled. "Sure." He realized that sounded snarky and dismissive. "I mean, yes. I do. I like it. A lot. It feels incredible."

"Tell me."

In any other similar scenario (the oh-so-common late-night impromptu orgies amongst itinerant hotel employees and mystery hotel guests who somehow abandon their own partners to fuck around with strangers), the sex would have remained the focus point. Tyler would be slamming his cock into Michelle and probably coming on her back; Dominic would be jacking off over Abbie's head, squirting his hot jizz on her face, and Stefan would fuck Abbie's pussy, quite possibly ejaculating inside her, perhaps regardless of any of their preferences.

Well, not actually so common, of course. But that's how the fantasy would have gone. At least, Abbie imagined it that way. So she knew that when she put her hand in Stefan's way, she was changing the script.

Tell me, she had said. Stefan replayed it in his mind. He hadn't expected the challenge. What he assumed would have happened was that Abbie would be perfectly content having Stefan fuck her brains out for the rest of the night. Not only could she take it (it, his big dick, his surly attitude, whatever came along with it), but she enjoyed it thoroughly. At the same time, it occurred to her that she might enjoy it even more if Stefan was enjoying it too.

Abbie's voice softened. "Look, whatever this night is, I'm into it. But I bet it would be more fun if we both knew we liked it."

"Do you like it?" Stefan said.

Abbie nodded. "I love it."

"So if I just wanted to fuck you again, you'd let me?"

"Mm-hm."

Stefan tapped his cock against the back of Abbie's hand. "But you're covering up."

"Not to be too silly about it, but I think you're the one covering up. Talk to me."

Stefan looked away, smiling. "Not my skill set."

"I don't care," Abbie's tone was kind and compassionate. "Just say how you feel."

"Say how I feel, and we can get back to fucking?"

Abbie's smile broadened. "Say how you feel and you can do whatever you want to me." She stared at him, knowing full well that even if he didn't say how he felt, she was going to let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Stefan averted his eyes, struggling to hold visual contact with Abbie. He shook his head, and glanced down, again taking in the sight of Abbie's hand playing with her pussy instead of letting him slip inside.

"Oh, come on," he said.

Abbie smiled kindly, her eyes twinkling with a satisfied glee. "Tell me."

Stefan lightly tapped his dick against the back of Abbie's hand. "Um," he began. He rubbed the insides of Abbie's legs, gentler than he had before, making an effort to keep things sensual and not too awkward with the almost intentionally awkward conversation.

"Those are my legs," Abbie said plainly. "They're very nice and you can touch them, but we both know full well that you can't fuck legs. So ...?" She wiggled on the couch, teasing Stefan.

With a sigh that was practically a grunt, Stefan took a breath. "You ... um ..." He sighed again. Even though it was awkward, he was thinking hard and trying to find the right things to say. "You taste like the morning. Refreshing, like melon or something. And you're ... very soft. And I know I'm too big and I know I'm too rough, but when I press against you, you don't hide, and it was kind of a nice relief to feel like I didn't have to apologize." He paused, not sure if he had said enough or if it was to her liking. "For being too big," he added.

Abbie's face got a little pink. She was sincerely moved by Stefan's efforts, and suddenly realized what a sweet and thoughtful person he was, despite his gruff exterior.

"Like the morning?"

Stefan chuckled. "Yeah. I like the morning. I go running at five every day, around a football field near where I live. The grass is always cold and wet and the air is really refreshing." He paused and looked at Abbie, paying attention in a way he hadn't previously. "This, all this, with you -- it reminds me of that air."

Abbie bit her lip. "No one's ever compared me to a morning." She spread her fingers apart a bit, revealing her pussy to Stefan.

He looked down, saw it, then looked back up at Abbie. "Are you giving me another chance?"

Abbie nodded. "At the first part. The initial contact."

Stefan aiming his dick toward her, pressing the tip against the outer folds of her labia.

"You said I didn't hide?" Abbie was smiling as she reflect on Stefan's comments.

Stefan took a breath. "Yeah. Most girls get tense. Or scared."

"Of what?"

"Of me." Stefan chuckled. "I know it's big."

Abbie nodded again. "Yup, it's big."

"But you like it?"

"I like it."

Stefan grinned. "It feels nice to fuck someone who's not all clenched up."

Abbie cocked her head to the side. "Clenched up? Don't these other girls know you gotta relax if you want something like that to fit inside you?"

"That's what I would have thought," Stefan replied with a shrug.

Abbie breathed deeply. "Now you may penetrate me again, but only the tip."

Stefan quickly nudged forward to push the end of his dick into Abbie. "Just that much?"

"Mm-hm," Abbie nodded. "How does it feel?"

"Like a tease."

Abbie smiled broadly. "Good."

"Baby --" Stefan stopped short after he called her that, not expecting the word to come out of his mouth. "Wait, I ... can I call you that?"

"Mm-hm, you can." Abbie's tone was calm and simple.

"Well, baby," Stefan began, starting to get more comfortable with the conversation. "Your pussy is heaven. That you can even fit me in there is magic."

Abbie wiggled and rolled her eyes playfully. "That's me, I'm fucking magic."

Stefan held the base of his dick and moved it around a little, rubbing the tip in the front of Abbie's vagina. "You are."

"I want to know how it feels when you slide all the way into me," she said seductively.

"Are you gonna let me do that?" Stefan asked. "I mean, can I do it first and then tell you how it feels?"

Abbie giggled. "But you already did! You were fucking me for a while and didn't say anything."

"Yeah, but I didn't know I'd have to talk about it." Stefan began to tease her back. "Maybe I can find the words if you let me slide a little further in."

"Maybe."

Stefan grinned. "Come on, just a little more. Just a couple inches, okay?"

Abbie remained silent, taunting Stefan. "Oh, I guess so. But do it slowly. I want to feel it too."

With a nod, Stefan pushed in a little further. "That good?"

"Mm."

He continued to drive his cock into Abbie's pussy, just a little at a time. The sensation was exhilarating, and Stefan wondered if he was even going to make it all the way back in before bursting. He saw Abbie grip the seat of the couch cushion, but even though her hands were clenched around the sofa, her hips and legs were relaxed, open, and accepting.

Abbie was breathing heavily. Stefan watched her stomach and chest rise and fall with each breath. Her skin was glistening with a thin coating of sweat, and as Stefan's eyes tracked up her body, he saw that she was still smiling.

"Tell me how it feels," Abbie whispered. Stefan pushed a little harder, but Abbie put a hand out onto his stomach. "Tell me first."

Stefan followed her instructions and held in place. "It feels like ... like my first time."

Abbie opened her eyes and looked at him. "Is it?"

Stefan laughed. "No. Not at all. But it reminds me of it."

"Good." Abbie flopped her head back onto the couch, relaxed. "I like that."

"I like that you had to ask."

Abbie shrugged. She let go of the couch, and put her hands over her head again. "Are you still up there?"

She was asking for Dominic, and was both surprised and a little bit not surprised to find that yes, he was still there. He stepped forward and put his cock into her hands. She gripped him and pulled a little, getting him back into the game.

"Have I shared enough?" Stefan asked, trying not to feel jealous that Abbie had given her attention back to Dominic before letting Stefan fuck her again.

Abbie looked up with a bright smile and winked at Stefan. "You have. And now you may continue fucking me again."