Finally meeting

Matthew stood outside of Ann's apartment. Throughout his long drive to the city, he had been able to do little but fantasize about this moment and those that would follow. Though they both were college students who lived in the same hometown, Ann had recently departed for a summer internship nearly five hours away. After nights of her begging, tempting him with scantily clad pictures of herself and conversations lasting long into the night about their desires for one another, he had finally agreed to pay her a visit. Now, he stood at her apartment, number 214, wondering if all their nights of talking would finally become real.

On the other side of the door, Ann was thinking the same thing. Ever since she heard that Matthew was embarking on such a long trip, just to see her and spend a few precious days together, she had been fighting the butterflies in her stomach and trying on outfit after outfit, searching for what would be the most irresistible combination to turn him on at first glance. She had decided to go braless, wearing a black top that scooped low in the back, revealing her soft skin, the delicate outline of her muscles, and the slight shape of her spine. She felt vulnerable, and she almost reneged on her decision but was stopped by a light knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat; the knock alone was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

When she opened the door, her eyes met Matthew's, causing another tingling wave to run down her spine, this time spreading across her chest and reaching into her very core. He smiled shyly at her, and Ann smiled shyly and coyly back at him, remembering too well a recent conversation in which she had confessed to him that his eye contact alone felt to her as though he was penetrating her. Ann reached out to take Matthew's hand, and he was surprised for a moment by the electrical sensation that shot up his arm. Finally, he could touch her.

As Ann turned to close the door, revealing the bare skin of her back, his desire for her swept through his body. After months of anticipation, months of talking and dreaming, it was finally their night. When Ann turned back from pulling the chain lock across the door, Matthew pulled her to him, clutching her tightly against his chest, and kissed her deeply and passionately. He could feel her heart rate climb as she reached up to put her hand on his chest. His hands began to caress her warm body. Running his hands over the curve of her waist, he encountered her hip bones, which he instantly took advantage of by gripping her and pulling her even closer.

Ann could feel Matthew's arousal through the fabric of his jeans, and she instinctively ran her hands down over his stomach. She slid her fingers momentarily under the band of his jeans, and her touch on his lower abdomen, so close and yet so far from his now full erection, sent him into a frenzy. As Ann tugged seductively on the buckle of his belt, Matthew grabbed at the fabric of her shirt, pulling it upwards and revealing what, until now, had been intangible. As he ran his hands over the smooth skin of her back and chest, she succeeded in tugging away Matthew's pants. She ran her hands up under the fabric of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head, and at the same time, she wiggled from the short skirt she had chosen for the occasion, leaving only her wispy thong and high heels. Matthew grabbed Ann again, so forcefully and eagerly this time that she fell back against the wall in the entryway. She ran her hands through his hair, kissing him deeply and holding onto him as hands greedily explored her body.

By the time they made it across the room, still tightly entwined, they were both nearly naked. Mathew released Ann from his grasp, and she fell backward across the bed. Suddenly feeling cold and like the distance between them was too far, Ann seductively wiggled her hips in the air, allowing Matthew to work her thong down over her hips. The two removed their final scraps of clothing, and both knew that no long hours of foreplay were needed, at least not now. As Matthew leaned over her, smiling and staring deeply into her eyes, Ann parted her legs just enough that he could nestle, perfectly positioned, on top of her. Returning his smile, Ann pulled Matthew closer, down onto her, but before the rush of sensations of their skin finally meeting could subside, he thrust inward quickly. Ann gasped audibly; her breathing now ragged, she stared helplessly into his eyes, submitting to him entirely. Her fingers laced around his back, holding him tightly as she struggled to catch her breath. As she became accustomed to him, Matthew began to thrust again, at first slowly, followed by a more rhythmic pattern. Ann's soft gasps with every thrust pushed him to the verge of ecstasy; she held on to him frantically as he impaled her, filling her and taking her with every motion. Ann's moans became at first louder, and then she fell almost quiet, her breath seeming to catch and render her silent, and Matthew knew that she was on the edge. He pulled out and moved down the bed, his mouth exploring her chest and waist, nibbling and caressing her as she frantically writhed and desperately tried to pull him back inside her, begging that he pound her as she came.

Breaking from his path of kisses on her skin, Matthew lifted Ann's legs into the air and plunged back inside her, penetrating deeper and closer to her most sensitive spot. While running his hands over her and picking up speed, he again found her hips, using them to pull her downward in rhythm with his thrusts. Matthew felt Ann stiffen and tighten on him before she gave a final gasp and climaxed, grasping him and throwing him over the edge. He came deep inside her, and she rocked her hips to meet him, working every last drop of cum from his spent body.

They lay collapsed, still together, tightly holding each other, her legs wrapped around him and their arms twisted together as they drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later, Matthew awoke. Looking around, he saw Ann's head resting on his arm, their bodies so close it was hard to see in the dim room where one ended and the other began. He moved slightly, and she looked up softly and smiled.

'Hello there,' he said. 'How about a nice steamy shower and a long massage?'

She agreed, and they untangled themselves and went toward the bathroom, picking up some scattered clothes and a pair of towels along the way. Once inside the shower, they took turns washing each other and kissing, not letting each other go. The soap and shampoo scents, along with the heat and moisture, soon put them in the mood again. After finally making sure each one was satisfactorily clean, they left the shower and began to towel off.

Ever careful with her hair, she lay down on the bed and fanned her golden strands out to dry. He disappeared for a moment, returning with a bottle of massage oil, and proceeded to climb onto her, removing her towel to just below her waist.

He first ran his hands lightly up and down her spine before planting dozens of soft kisses along her sides and back. Eventually, he opened the bottle and kneaded her back until she was almost asleep.

Sensing that she was totally relaxed to his presence, he removed her towel completely, exposing her pale skin that seemed to glow in the faint light. Hurrying into the other room, he returned with two glasses and some champagne, and silently handed her one. Still in a trance from the massage, she took it and lay still. He rolled her onto her side, and began to drip the tingling champagne onto her warm pussy, before gently licking it off, an action that seemed to bring her back to what was happening. She began to whimper softly as he pressed back her folds and his tongue stimulated nerves that she thought only she could find. One hand reached up and cupped her breast, exciting her tender nipple, while using two fingers on the other hand, he entered her and enlivened more sensitive zones. After a few minutes of such focused attention, her body began to respond as wave after wave of orgasms swept over her, leaving her unable to move.

They spent the next few days trying out various positions and locations around the apartment, barely finding time to go out. Whenever they did leave, he undressed her in his mind and made him more eager to return to her room.

Their constant appetite for lovemaking continued unabated as can only happen with young people and has yet to subside to this day.