Kiss

Still rocked with what I had just learned, and grappling with the implications, I nevertheless answer honestly. “Of course I do.”

Mei’s caution melts a bit at my reply. Sliding closer, so close that her bulge touches mine. Not just touches, eclipses, as her larger package blankets my own. I was no slouch down there yet whatever I was feeling dwarfed what I was packing. I was still in denial yet I just didn’t know what else I could be feeling. This was just impossible. I didn’t make any logical sense. And yet…somehow it felt right.

She caresses the back of her fingers down my cheek, carefully avoiding a bruise as she does. For a woman who could grab me and move me around like furniture she was surprisingly tender. As with her hand her dark eyes roam about my face, as if committing it to memory, as a glimmer of something…playful twinkles inside of her. The bruise she had just circled with her fingers she kisses, slowly and oh so softly. Her hands grip my shoulders to hold me in place as her orange blossom perfume intoxicates my senses.

When she backs away again I whisper. “Ohhh. I haven’t had anybody kiss an owie since…”

She puts her fingertips to my lips and gives me a little shake of her head. Now was not the time for jokes and quips. As in The Post at the beginning of our date, this was a time for something quiet and something real. I shut my mouth and let Mei do her thing. Seeing that I had gotten her message she gives me a tiny nod of her head as if to say, ‘good boy’.

Her gentle fingers glide from my lips up my cheek to trace my left brow, the swollen one. Once more she traces all around it then leans in for another tender, lingering kiss. She lets me carry her weight, her breasts and…balls?…pressing into me before pulling back again to gaze into my eyes. I am…mesmerized. I didn’t know what was happening but God how I loved it. I don’t reach out, I don’t talk, I just sit and give myself to this fascinating woman. The more I give, the more she takes.

Lifting my left hand she finds the very spot she had dug her thumb into a few minutes ago to make me yelp and kisses that too, her fathomless eyes never leaving mine. Setting it back down she then turns to my right, the one more injured. She holds my hand in both of hers, her thumbs running across my knuckles as her fingers rubbed my palm. One by one she kisses each knuckle whether they were bandaged or not.

Beneath her dress things were moving, both mine and hers gradually hardening at our close, intimate contact. I wanted so bad to pull up that skirt and see what was going on, but her eyes hold me captive. At last she focuses on my lips and the bit of swelling on the bottom one. She touches the ultra-sensitive edge of my lips and slowwwwly traces her finger across it in a feather-light caress.

“Hahhh.” I tense a moment at the gentle intensity then relax again. Her eyes flare at my reaction.

She grips my right arm at the elbow and then the left, pushing her weight down into my arms to pin them, then leans in kiss my lips.

“Mmmm!” A moan escapes me as the kiss is anything but tender! Her plump lips crush into mine as all of her pent up yearning comes flooding out through that single point of contact. I tense up and try to embrace her but she keeps my arms pinned down as she has her way with me. As quick as I tensed up I melt again beneath her fire. By now even the most forceful of the women I’d been with would be signaling to grab the rudder and take control, but not Mei. She had me exactly where she wanted me and she wasn’t giving up the advantage. I was only too happy to let her have it. How long had I been waiting for a woman like this? It felt like my whole damned life. “Mmmmm.” I moan again as I surrender further to her sweet mercies.

She was a clumsy kisser. All passion and no control. At first her lips are pursed together, causing our lips to smash between our teeth, but before long her tongue begins to probe. When I open up it shoots through, slapping around inside of my mouth like an unattended high pressure hose. It might have been the worst kiss I’d ever had, but also the best. Definitely the best. My tongue finds hers and meets her aggression with deft twirls and flicks. It swirls, it dances, it shows her the way. She is a quick learner as soon our tongues are moving as lovers instead of fighters.

Her grip tightens at my arms, her body presses tighter into mine. The hardness beneath her dress raged against me, escaping the band of her panties to tend her skirt between us. In her writhing her stomach pushes into mine, trapping her cock between us. And it was a cock, there was no more denying it. It was living, flexing, responding to her desire like only a real penis could. I begin to get a sense of its size and shape and it was fucking huge, reaching up past my belly button with a girth that put mine to shame. Not to be ignored Little Dusty is straining against it’s denim prison, urgently nudging against her big balls. She begins to grind against me in a familiar way, as if to rub her pussy. Both!? Was that possible!? I was as confused as I was aroused. What was going to happen here? How far was this going to go? Was she ready? Was I ready for what I’d find under that skirt!?

Suddenly our lips part as Mei pulls back, panting hard through open lips. She huffs. “Dusty!”

“Mei.” I whisper, my lips reaching for hers.

After a few breaths she sits up and says. “You may have a second date.”

I stare at her few seconds, struggling to understand what she was saying through my peaking lust. “What?”

Straightening her top she gets ready to get off of me. “Good night, Dusty.”

“Good…what!?” I exclaim. “Wait!”

Placing her fingers over my mouth she pushes me back down again and shakes her head. “I’m…not thinking straight.”

“Then stop thinking!” I kiss at her fingers desperately.

She grits her teeth, her face a mask of torn agony, but she holds firm with a willpower I never had. “No. No. Not on a first date.”

Her words and her struggle bring me back down to Earth. She wasn’t like me. The desire was there, as powerful as my own, but something even stronger reigned it in. She wasn’t easy like me, she wasn’t a slut looking for a one-night stand. She was a virgin with raw, confusing desires that were hard enough to resist without my bad influence. I could tell she liked me and that she wanted me but it was too soon. She’d taken the leap of faith to trust me, but she could only jump so far on her first try. That kind of trust really did need to be earned. I go slack beneath her and take a moment to collect myself.

“Okay.” I say, hiding my momentary disappointment behind a genuine respect. “No problem.”

She lets out a hard breath, her shoulders relaxing. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I say. I wasn’t truly disappointed, not even a little. This was exactly how it should be. I wanted to ravish Mei, or let her ravish me given her personality, so bad I could taste it, but this felt…right. This felt right all the way down to my soul. “No need to rush a good thing. A second date?”

She nods. “I’ll let you know.” After a pause. “Assuming you’re interested.”

“I’m interested! Oh my God am I interested!”

She lets out a soft laugh. Glancing down I catch a glimpse of the prodigious rod tenting her dress but she takes my chin and forces my attention up once more. Tapping my nose she says. “Don’t stare. It’s rude.”

“Apologies.”

With a smile, more in her eyes than her lips, she pushes back from me, sitting further back on my legs again though her fingers continued to lightly claw into my chest. “I had a good time.” She pauses. “Well, mostly.”

“Me too.” I say, then add. “Mei?”

“Mm?”

“You’re not a freak.” I lean closer. “You are not a freak, Mei.”

The night falls quiet. She studies me, a long time, giving nothing away then whispers. “And you are not an idiot, Dusty.” The comment takes me off guard. Why had she chosen that specific word? How did she know the rod with which I regularly struck my own back? She answers a moment later. Teasing a shaggy red lock from my forehead she says. “At least not the way your dad said it.” Dad? I then recall when she had stepped back out onto the balcony for that moment to bring the medical supplies while Dad was mid-tirade. I hadn’t even remembered him saying it but clearly he had. It might have bounced off me but she had heard it and it stuck. “He shouldn’t talk to you that way. It’s not right. Even if he does love you.”

She leaves me speechless as her kind words land DEEP. “Um…”

“Now…don’t watch.” She glances downward with a bashful smirk. “It’s embarrassing.”

With a warm smile I say. “Okay.”

With a sudden twirl of her dress she is up and off of me. A moment later the door closes and locks, leaving me sitting alone with far more questions than answers. I sit flummoxed and staring up at the night sky as I wondered if I’d been knocked into a coma at that bar fight and this was all some crazy dream. Did that really just happen? The tenderness, the dominance, the kiss, the…mystery beneath the skirt. It was all too surreal to be true. I smack my lips as her taste lingered on my tongue and a big smile grows. If this was a dream I didn’t want to wake up.