Good things take time.  Great things happen quickly.  Knowing when the latter has become the former is a truly an art form.

This is what I knew about Elena…  She was cute, she lived near me, she had an on again/off again relationship with some guy I didn’t know, and she was cute.  While I have hooked up with women from every stage of relationship from just dumped to just married, not all situations are created equal.  I find that women in relationships often have a lot of baggage, and it is not always worth dealing with.  Frequently it is, but in Elena’s case, I just wasn’t that into her.

Yeah, she was cute, and we always had a flirtatious relationship.  But she wasn’t a head-turner, she wasn’t especially smart, and she often complained about her boyfriend.  Enough for me to roll my eyes whenever she’d bring it up, but not enough to stop me from talking with her when I got the chance.  But when I found out that he was out of the picture, I knew that I had to take the initiative.

There didn’t seem to be a need for a traditional date.  She was either into me, or faked it just enough to see if I was into her.  At worst, I’d have to put up with her going on about her ex for a few hours.  At best, well, a lot of good could happen.  So I invited her over.

Elena shows up in a pair of jeans and a white scoop neck blouse, along with a push up bra.  That was about all the invitation that I needed.  If she was really hung up on her ex, I highly doubt the girls would be on display, but they were, so she wasn’t.  At least I hoped not, otherwise, things could get awkward.

She comes in, and we both have a seat on the couch.  I turned some music on, and we started talking.  The conversation ends up on the topic of her ex, as I figured it would.  He felt that he wasn’t getting enough out of their relationship, and she was similarly unsatisfied.  Elena figured this was code for him wanting to fuck somebody else, which she was used to.  However, he also had problems getting it up, which is another story entirely.  So she figured she’d take a bit of a vacation from him, while he did whatever (or whomever) he needed to do.

Cue Jake.

From there, the conversation started down its inevitable path.  When was the last time you guys had sex?  How was it?  Is he satisfying you?  Whenever we discussed sex in the past, even if it was about how unsatisfied she was or things of that nature, it would start Elena’s motor.  She probably wouldn’t admit this, nor did I feel the need to ask about it, but it was clear.  Her breathing became different.  She looked at me in a different way.  Her posture often changed.  I’d be willing to bet that she started getting wet too.

I hoped that she was thinking about fucking me.  And how I could get it up, and satisfy her in a way that her ex never could.  I decided to find out.  I asked her about the last time that he initiated sex with her, and she said it was about a week and a half ago.  I asked her the circumstances, and she said it was pretty typical.  They were at home, hanging out, and he reached out for her.

“Not very suave of him.”

“That’s how relationship sex is with us a lot of the time.”

“Is that what you wanted?”

“No, but I took it.”

“What did you want?”

“I dunno, something better I guess…”

Her voice trailed off, and she looked right at me.  I knew my part was coming, so I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her close to me, and gave her a deep kiss.  A kiss that had been a year and a half in the making.  I ran my fingers through her curly brown hair.  She put her hands on my waist, and we necked like teenagers.

Not only did I know my part, but I also knew that this would be a one-act play.  She would get back with her ex sometime in the near future, but for the next few hours, I could do whatever I wanted.  And I wanted to pinch her nipples hard enough so she’d flinch.  My right hand found its way under her blouse, and let her know my intentions.  Instead of squirming to the side, she arched her back, which I thought was fairly hot.

From there I was consumed with the urge to be rough with her.  Not over the top, but in the way that if you go into a car dealership and ask for a test drive, you know that you don’t have to slow down when going over a speed bump.  I shed her clothes, and went to work on her nipples.  Her breasts were fairly unimpressive… soft, but lacking in shape and definition.  Her nipples, however, were perky and budding.  I had to make absolutely sure that they tasted as good as they looked.

I traced circles around her nipples with my tongue.  I bit, chewed, licked, sucked, and bit some more.  While biting one nipple, I’d pinch the other, and then firmly grab her entire breast.  Her nipples were in a state of flux, going from erect and excited, to warm, soft and wet.  Taking them from state to state was quite enjoyable.  This went on for awhile.  Probably longer than I had initially anticipated it would.  Getting caught up in the heat of the moment is pretty enjoyable though.  Bliss eats time.

From there I wanted go to down on her, but not bring her to orgasm.  We had spoken in the past about orgasms, and she was quick to point out that she was fairly useless after cumming, and I had more in store for her.  My technique reflected this…  No fingers, tongue fucking, long licks of her labia, and just a hint on her clit.  My pace wasn’t fast, but I didn’t linger either.  During the process I also found out that she was a talker, however I tried not to listen to what she was saying due to attempting to concentrate.

After about the third time of saying something like, “Oh you dirty mother fucker, you better fucking fuck me, ” I figured she may have been nearing orgasm.  And after remembering tales of the only way that she could keep her ex hard was through a blow job, I decided one was in order.

Elena took down my pants and boxers all at once, revealing my already engorged cock.

“Wow, I really like your curve.”

“Thanks, I hear it hits all the best places.”

“My ex’s is curved, but it goes to the side.”

My cock is sort of shaped like a banana with the way that it curves.  Upwards, but not too extreme.  I had a hard time thinking about what a cock would look like if it went to the left, but decided not to really worry about it, as I had a cute girl licking my balls.

Unfortunately, she was lacking in skill, though she did help make up for that with enthusiasm.  Lots of fast licking, sucking, and hand work.  I liked that she not only paid attention to my cock, but my balls, thighs and stomach.  In my opinion, if you’re not up on your technique, you might as well try to hit all points.  The blind squirrel theory and what not.

After a little while of this, I decided that I missed her nipples, and wanted more of them.  I pulled Elena by the scruff of her neck up to kiss me.  Sloppily.  She still tasted like my pre-cum, and I liked it.  She started biting my neck, and I reached for a condom and put it on.

The best way to get her nipples seemed to be with her riding on top of me, and we positioned ourselves accordingly.  She told me to go slow, as she wasn’t used to a cock like mine.  I took this into consideration for maybe the first few inches of her descending down on  me, and then grabbed her hips and slammed them down.

“MOTHERFUCKER!”

“You know you liked it.”

She clenched her eyes and grunted.  I pulled her down and started biting her nipple, which also happened to give her an easier angle to start off with. See, sometimes I’m nice.

We fuck like this for a good long while, me taking turns with each nipple, and Elena trying to fuck my by simply gyrating her hips.  It felt pretty good too.  I don’t know how long in one sitting she was used to fucking her ex, but she was doing better than I thought she would on top of me.

She was starting to slow down though, so we re-positioned ourselves into a reverse cowgirl.  This didn’t last very long, as she completely stopped moving, seemingly trying to figure out exactly what to do.  That was about all the invitation I needed to throw an arm around her, and flip her down into the bed, ass up.  I positioned my body directly perpendicular to hers, as I wanted to fuck her as deeply as I could.

The first time I hit her cervix, she immediately arched her back up and swore like a sailor again.  I pushed her head back down, told her she should fucking like it, and kept going.  She moaned, arched her back, and shuddered.

From here I started to pick up steam.  Not only did I want Elena to have a mind-shattering orgasm, but I wanted to cum all over her back and take a mental snap shot.  I grabbed both her hips and pulled her into me with every thrust I took.  I would intermittently smack her ass so she’d clench her muscles , further coaxing the cum out of me.

Her moans intensified, and I knew we were both getting close.

“Uhhhhhghgh!”

“Oh fuck baby yeah.  Fuck me.”

And like that, I new I was about to cum.  I quickly pulled off the condom, gave my cock the last few jerks it needed, and exploded.  My only error was that I underestimated the force behind my orgasm, and got most of it in her hair.  Elena was beyond caring though, so we simply collapsed into a pile of sweat, spit, and cum.

Her body had pink splotches from where I was smacking her.  The room smelled like dirty sex.  She would probably need to take two showers to get all the cum out of her hair.

Elena curled up next to me and promptly fell asleep.  It was pervertedly beautiful.