The Perfect Girl

"You don't know the Beatles?" Alice asked me.

"I know the hits. I just never explored their discography."

"That's insane! We need to fix that right now!"

I grinned. "Sounds great. But let me get a refill. Need one?"

"No, I've had enough gin and tonics for now. Do you mind if I smoke instead?"

"It's your beach house," I said.

"Thanks. It helps me enjoy the music."

I climbed the stairs to the second level of the house and made myself a drink in the kitchen as I enjoyed the view. This was my first time here, as I'd only been dating Alice for around a month.

I still wasn't sure about her as a person, but with the current view I couldn't regret being here. Plus, the petite blonde was out of my league hot. So what if she gave off typical red flags I'd usually run from?

I grabbed a water bottle for her and descended the stairs.

As I entered the basement she dropped the needle on the record theatrically.

"Aww, you brought me a water? You deserve a reward. Let's snuggle!"

She talked slow enough I had assumed she was always a little altered. Still, as a school teacher who was always busy, the first week of summer made her a lot more fun to be around. I sat on the bed next to her as the music picked up.

"Mmm," she said as she rested her head on my shoulder. "I love how tall you are. Are you sure you don't mind if I smoke? I know you don't do it."

"That's because it doesn't really affect me," I said. "I tried all day with my roommate once and never felt anything."

"This is medical grade shit," she said as she lit up her pipe. "Could I shotgun a hit to you?"

"Sure," I said as I moved to kiss her and she blew smoke in my open mouth. "Hey, that tastes pretty good."

"You like it!" she said with a toothy smile. She could look at me with eyes halfway closed and still be outrageously pretty. It wasn't fair.

Several minutes passed before she turned back to me. "What do you think of this album? It's Abbey Road. Doesn't the record sound so much brighter than digital music?"

"Actually, yeah," I said. "Since I've actually heard this song before, but… it's like I can hear the colors."

She giggled. "Are you high?"

"Oh, shit," I said. "It's this what it's like?"

"We did it! Hey, are you ready for another hit?"

The strap to her top fell off her shoulder, low enough to show just a hint of her nipple. It made me realize just how much I wanted to see Alice naked.

"If that means getting to kiss you again, sure."

"You're cute," she said as she breathed in another puff and blew it into my mouth. I took advantage of the moment by kissing her sensually, feeling more sensation than I was used to.

The kiss turned into more and soon I was climbing on top of her as the next song began.

She moaned, encouraging me to continue, but I was at a loss. She wore a little floral patterned romper and I had no idea how it came off. Toward the bottom, I guessed, so I pulled down her shoulder straps to reveal her small tits for the first time.

They were cute and perky, but I still tried not to look disappointed. I'd always loved big breasts, and these would not even qualify as medium. Still, she had tattoos running down the side of her ribcage and I was happy to keep exploring.

I removed her romper and she helped me out of my clothes. I felt each touch more than usual as I kissed down her body. Alice was wet already, and I didn't need to spend much time warming her up.

I returned back to kiss her as our hips brushed against each other. My cock had a mind of its own as it moved in place to penetrate her.

I pulled my head back to gauge her reaction. She was biting her lip.

"Do we need a condom?" I asked.

"No."

"Excellent!"

I thrusted forward, finding her far smaller and tighter than I'd expected. I nibbled on her ear and wrapped my arms around her dainty waist, attempting to elevate things beyond typical missionary.

"Fuck!" she yelled. "You're really big!"

"And you're really small," I said as I pushed into her gently. I was almost a foot taller than her, but I'd never felt it more than at this moment.

She wrapped her legs around mine and pulled me in, speeding us up and assuring me I wasn’t hurting her. Her beautiful face became one of pleasure, and I sped up to attempt to give her what she wanted.

‘This is going better than expected,’ I thought to myself. ‘She’s out of the romper, she looks incredible naked, she feels amazing, and I’m feeling the effects of the weed. Maybe I should play some music during sex more often…”

There was no warning sign. My orgasm appeared with all the surprise I would have felt if a cat had snuck up on me and began licking my balls. One moment we were getting started. Next, I was filling this tattooed beauty underneath me with cum.

I was too surprised to speak, only a grunt to acknowledge that I’d begun blasting her insides. I tried to continue, hoping to bring her off, but the intensity threw me off and I lost the rhythm.

“Fuck!” I finally said. “I just… I’ve never…”

She chuckled. “Enjoy yourself?"

"You're too powerful," I said.

"How so?"

"The way your hips flare into your waist, these tattoos… in ten years of being sexually active, I've never been premature before. You're too damn sexy."

She giggled. "Then I'll take that as a compliment."

"Well that's a relief," I said as I climbed off her. "I'll make it up to you."

"Sure, next time."

"Honestly? Give me ten minutes and I-"

The door behind me opened, causing me to jump in the air.