Call Me Marie

You know what melted my heart then and there?

He was crying. With me, for me, and for himself. The tears were streaming down his face even as my tears streamed down mine. Jun and I stared into each other’s eyes. I noticed, as if for the first time, his round, flat face. His pockmarked skin. His messed up hair. His dark, dark skin. I looked into his eyes, and for the first time saw how love looked.

Remember how I said love takes you by surprise?
I fell for him, right then and there. I leaned over and kissed him on his thick lips. Long and deep. Our mouths just against each other, feeling each other just being there. We didn’t hug. We just leaned over the stick shift, pressed our lips together, and drank in each other’s love.

Remember how I said lust takes you by surprise?

A fire took hold of me. It coursed through my veins. Ignited my senses. As if on cue, we pulled ourselves towards each other. I climbed onto the driver’s side of the car even as he fumbled with the backrest adjuster to lower the seat to a horizontal position. I straddled his legs, pressing my body against his, our mouths never disengaging. From the pure, chaste kiss we shared just moments before now our tongue danced in a sexy, sultry ballet, sliding against each other, sliding over each other’s lips, filled with need and lust and love and want. His hands wandered my body, caressing the bare skin of my back, clutching at my neck, exploring everything that had been, for so long, just a fantasy. I could feel his breathing coming faster from under me. His chest was heaving. We were both sweating. I wrapped my arms around his wide, soft body, so different from the chiseled abs I was so used to having. And you know what? I liked it. I felt secure in his arms. I felt secure…and horny as hell. My lips disengaged from his. We were breathing hard. Panting. Our faces were flushed. I could feel him, hard and ready, right under me. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his cock out, big and hard and throbbing. Big. Big. Big. My God, I nearly fell on my knees and worshipped it right then and there. It was the most beautiful penis I had ever seen. The perfect mushroom shape. The perfect length. The perfect width. I couldn’t wait. I was wet, and hot, and horny. I gathered my skirts around my waist and pulled my panty to the side. I was waxed that night. I knew I was going to get laid. I just didn’t know that it would be like this. He positioned his cock against my whole and I slid down onto it, impaling myself on that massive member with increasingly loud and high moans and gasps. It filled me completely. It was a missing piece returned to complete me. I sat like that for some time, with his cock inside me, reveling in the feeling of that god-like penis inside me. Filling me. Completing me. We looked again into each other’s eyes, no longer two but one being sharing two bodies. My God. I loved him. I loved him. I loved him. I placed my hands on his chest for balance (I also remember idly thinking that his man-boobs were almost as big as mine) and I started gyrating on his cock. Grinding my crotch into his, sliding it back and forth and clockwise and counterclockwise. He had his eyes closed tight and he was clutching at the seat covers, HARD. Clawing at them while I took him inside me completely, rubbing and fucking and making love. I didn’t care about my own pleasure. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to make this man I was so in love with cum. Inside me. I wanted it inside me. I wanted to feel his hot cum firing deep into my womb. Baptize my pussy in love and in lust. He was starting to pump into me from below, making small thrusts upwards, spiking my pussy with his cock. My God. It was so good. I closed my eyes as well. Savoring the feeling. Enjoying it. Enjoying the best sex I had ever had in my entire God damned life. He nearly screamed when he came. His hands flew from the seat covers to grasp me by the hips and push me down onto his cock even as his hips rose upwards to stab his penis inside me as deep as it would go. I felt thick, hot ropes of cum fill me, firing into my womb, into my pussy, into my very being.

He was the first to ever cum inside me. He left his mark on me that night, staking a claim on his territory, making me, my body and my heart, his, now and forever.