Surreptitious Love Ch. 17

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CHAPTER 17 – PLEASURES REVISITED

I kept think about Nguyet’s diary a lot. I still wanted to read what she had written before we had actually started seeing each other and, as she was pregnant, I wanted to make the most of our remaining time, sex-wise. As we didn’t have to worry about her period anymore, I asked her when it would be convenient for me to come over. However, she wasn’t feeling well that week, possibly due to her pregnancy.

The next week, however, she invited me back to her apartment for lunch. Just like last time, I would read some of the diaries, we’d eat, and then fuck a little. I still liked the idea of her giving me a blowjob while I was reading her diaries out loud. I offered to bring something, but she just said she’d take care of the food since she was having a day off.

As no one was in sight at her apartment building, I went straight up to Nguyet’s place around lunch-time. She let me in, and we kissed. I looked at her and thought that her pregnancy still wasn’t showing. Maybe when she’s naked, though; I would check later. She told me to sit down where I had sat three weeks earlier and said she’d fix lunch right away as she was hungry. The apartment hadn’t changed since last time; it still looked very cozy, tidy, warm, and welcoming.

She had been wearing jeans when she opened the door, but now she changed into a more comfortable skirt, which was more conducive to have sex anyway. For once, she had her hair in a ponytail. Everything about her looked endearing. I didn’t think she was wearing a bra; as for the panties, I couldn’t tell. I knew, though, that some pregnant women enjoy sex immensely, so I was positive we would get it on after lunch.

I was watching her from the distance as she was moving in the kitchen. The two diaries were here right in front of me on the coffee table, but I hadn’t opened them yet. Now, she turned towards me in the kitchen and flashed her titties. Jesus! She grinned and asked if I was hungry, lifting up her skirt and exposing her furry triangle.

“For you, yes. As for food, I could hold out for another half-an-hour. What about you?” I asked her back.

“Do you wanna play a little before lunch?” was her reply.

“Sure. What do you have in mind?”

“I’ve never put your cock in my mouth when it’s small and limp. I wanna feel it grow in my mouth today. You could read the diaries aloud while I’m sucking you,” she reiterated.

She got a blanket from the bed couch and folded it multiple times to have something to sit on on the floor, in front of me. She moved the coffee table out of the way and told me to take my pants off, including my underwear, and just sit on the edge of the chair, so that my balls and dick would dangle. She took off her shirt—and, yes, her breasts looked rounder again. I touched them gently, but then she sat down on the floor in front of me and handed me the bigger diary, the one with her thoughts before and after our first encounter in it.

She took my dick in her mouth and began sucking, while I started to browse the notebook. I didn’t feel like reading from the very beginning, at least not now; she was familiar with the text, and we both knew where certain passages belonged in the bigger picture. I could already feel my dick getting larger in her mouth, but when I looked past the book, she had her eyes closed, waiting for me to begin.

“When we were at the café, I was wondering how the whole thing would start. Ben didn’t know that there was no one at my house and that I was ready to let him do pretty much whatever he would want. I had mentally prepared myself for this day—and waited for a long time to have the opportunity to be alone at home. I had even been to the temple to pray. Being unmarried, I knew I wasn’t supposed to have sex and certainly not with a married man, but I didn’t know anyone else who I could trust. And I definitely didn’t want to do it at a hotel, where the police might knock on the door at any time,” she had written in retrospect.

As this was intriguing, I continued reading aloud, and my dick was getting stiffer.

“I had seen movies with sex scenes and heard people make the first move. Ben would probably make that move, but he was married and, perhaps, he would just be happy to see me for an hour or two. Was sex on his mind at all? [I chuckled, chortled, and snorted, and Nguyet stopped sucking for a moment.] Would he suggest having sex? How was he going to do it, though? I had to meet him, and a café was probably best, and then wait and see. There really seemed no other way.”

I skipped a few paragraphs to get to the more pivotal moments, but while I was reading cursorily to see where to continue, she looked up and asked why I had stopped.

“Let me find a good passage, will you?”

She nodded and kept sucking my dick artfully. I wondered if she wanted me to come in her mouth. We hadn’t done that for a while. But as I couldn’t get her pregnant anyway, I thought we should fuck a little dikmen escort bayan and come in her pussy. Well, I could hold back for a little longer.

“When Ben touched my legs at the café, I thought to myself: ‘It is starting.’ I then knew he wanted more than just talking or sitting here with me. I knew I was supposed to resist (at least a little)—and I did—but, in the end, I did whatever he asked for. Lately, I had started hating myself for not being able to attract any man’s attention (apart from his) but, at least, he was here with me now, and we would do it today, later at my house. Sure, Ben was much older and bigger than me, but I was tired of being a virgin and not knowing elementary things about sex and my own body.”

I, obviously, hadn’t read much yet about this first encounter in her diary, but this was certainly an intriguing passage. I thought back to that day, which had been about 20 months ago, and felt pretty horny all of a sudden. So, I stopped reading and asked Nguyet how she wanted to do it.

“Missionary? Right here on the blanket?”

I nodded and got up, while she positioned herself. She lied down on her back and lifted up her skirt, after she had unfolded the blanked to have more room. She was holding her knees next to her upper body again, just like three weeks ago, and presented me her pussy like a receptacle. And, yes, she seemed softer and rounder today. As I was horny, however, I didn’t examine her body carefully but sat behind her butt and went inside her pussy quickly. Shortly after I began thrusting, she started moaning, and I pushed my dick all the way in. This was, admittedly, not very romantic, but it was still hot. Circumstances had just advanced to the point where I couldn’t hold back. As nice as that blowjob had been, this was a hundred times better. I asked facetiously if she wanted me to keep reading, but she didn’t hear me. So, I just kept pumping and came in her pussy within five minutes or so.

“Hey, that was quick, sorry” I only said.

She opened her eyes and nodded: “Yeah, but it was nice. We’ll probably do it again today anyway,” she giggled.

She got up, got a pair of panties from the drawer to harness the juices, and we got dressed again. She went over to the kitchen, hollering that she’s going to fix lunch now. I kept browsing the diary and read more of the stuff she had written before we went out the first time. It was interesting to learn about all the different thoughts she had had: the guilt, the ruminations, the brooding, and the pondering. There were also a few examples among her friends.

Some of them, apparently, had done what she was planning to do—getting deflowered before marriage—but the results were rather mixed. One young woman experienced a lot of pain, because the guy wasn’t paying attention to what she wanted and needed, another man’s dick remained limp, so the whole thing was just embarrassing. A third one, basically, didn’t know what he was doing and turned out to be a virgin himself. Interestingly, there had been a chance for Nguyet and me to meet a few months earlier, as her parents went on a trip together, but she didn’t say anything and let the chance slip.

Anyway, back to Nguyet and me the coffee shop. I realized I had to read this while I wasn’t horny. This was how hot her thoughts and her reflections made me together with my own memories. I glanced over to the kitchen, where Nguyet was busy frying fish and vegetables. She was humming to herself.

“Before we went for coffee, I didn’t know how much Ben wanted to see my legs or look under my skirt,” she continued in her diary. “But I was relieved that he, first, asked for something relatively innocent, something I could easily do. It was cheeky, sure, and it would have never occurred to me, but if that was what he wanted, I was glad to oblige. I had always thought that a man would grope me, eventually, or force me to kiss him, but Ben was nice about everything. And I could see on his face that he truly admired me. So, I showed him my thighs and when he wanted to see more, I lifted up my skirt and let him see my legs in full again plus my underwear.”

I was glad Nguyet had liked it. She was a good woman and deserved to be treated extremely well. I hadn’t really had a plan when we met at the cafe, but what can you safely do at a public place? Kissing is out of the question here in Vietnam, but the way we were seated, I wanted to peek under her skirt, especially since I knew that that no one else could see it.

“As Ben was paying and asking where we could go, I felt a big drop of liquid roll out of my pussy. I guessed that was a good sign. My heart was racing, and I knew it was now or never. He seemed to really want me, I desperately wanted to be deflowered, and he seemed to be the perfect man to get it over and done with. He still loved me, and he was experienced. Sure, I would have preferred to get deflowered by a loving husband but I was just tired elvankent escort bayan of waiting. Every time my girlfriends talked about sex—which wasn’t often, but, still—it felt like being stabbed with a small dagger.”

Incidentally I, myself, had to wait rather long too before I having sex for the first time. Luckily, in my culture, women sometimes take the initiative, and so I was being led during that night. Alina wanted to get married, though, while I had just started university, wanting to go abroad. Needless to say, we stopped seeing each other after a few weeks. But sex was good, and when she broke up with me, I asked her if we couldn’t keep fucking for another while—until Mr. Right showed up. But my proposal fell on deaf ears.

Back on our first day, Nguyet was naturally a little worried about the neighbors but, still, it was our best chance to do it at her house. She also worried whether, at her house, she should take off her clothes right away or if we should go upstairs to her bedroom straight. But then, as in so many other situations in life, a cup of tea helped to get over anxieties. In the comfort of her own home—even though it was also a little awkward to continue the foreplay right where the family welcomes guests—she wrote that she felt at ease and, as long as we proceeded slowly, was completely ready and prepared to relinquish herself.

“After we had kissed (which was also my very first time), we sat down and drank tea. Ben caressed my legs again, which felt really nice. The way I sat, my skirt was going to fall into my lap, but I didn’t care much anymore. He was going to see it all, eventually. And he could probably sense that. As I was still wondering what would happen next, however, he let his penis snap out of his pants. I had thought we would save that for later and maybe kiss more first. But it was uncomfortable for him to have his penis inside his pants, and so I saw my first dick. It was large but not too big, which was nice. He invited me to touch it and maybe take it in my mouth (which I wasn’t prepared to do yet). So, I stroked it, and then he wanted to see my breasts.”

I could already feel my dick twitching again ever so slightly, but Nguyet showed up with a tray full of food. Thank God. I got a break. I put the notebook away and parked my thoughts. Intermission.

“Is there any news from the father of your child?” I asked Nguyet.

“Not really. He’s still lukewarm, so I think I’ll be better off without him.”

“Have you told your parents yet?” I wanted to know.

“No, not yet. I’ll do that once I can’t hide my pregnancy anymore.”

“Ok, but it won’t get any easier, you know that,” I couldn’t help reminding her.

“Yeah, I know, but I just don’t feel like doing it now. It’ll be bad enough.”

“I think your diary is really moving. Thanks for letting me read it. Make sure no one finds it, though. Maybe you could turn it into a novella one day,” I added facetiously.

She laughed and said: “I don’t think I’ll do that. But you might.”

We ate, enjoying each other’s company. She would be gone in a few months and everything was going to change. The food was excellent, and I thought of our shenanigans with the raw fish. Nguyet asked about Tuyet and said that she couldn’t wait to draw her and have sex with her again, which was probably going to be the last time for her before she would give birth. I asked her to let me do the dishes, but she said she’d do them later. As she was tired, she lied down on the bed couch but I picked up the notebook again. I told her that I would read some more and then join her on the bed.

“After a while,” she continued in her diary, “I got curious and took Ben’s penis in my mouth. It didn’t taste bad at all, only a little salty. I had removed my bra and then he wanted me to take off my panties. As he couldn’t see my body while I was sucking his penis, though, he asked me to stroke him with my hands so that he could admire me fully. Being wanted and admired felt so nice. But, apparently, this made him so horny that he came a minute later. I was totally surprised; I had thought it would take longer. I also expected that he would come inside me, upstairs on my bed. But it was nice to see how it all works. The semen jumped about two meters up in the air. One splash hit me in the face, actually. It was funny, though, how small his penis got after a minute or two.”

What came next was one of my favorite scenes ever, and I had a hunch that I would also like the way she described it: “After we were done cleaning the cum off the floor, I thought we would go upstairs, but Ben wanted to see my pussy. Not just look at me naked and see the hairy triangle between my legs, but he wanted me to sit down, spread my legs and show him my inside. Up to this day, my mother had always described that part of my body as ‘dirty’ and ‘stinking’ and I had no one who balanced this view. However, I rarely felt my pussy smelled bad, emek escort bayan apart from some days when there was some white discharge, but I had never looked at my pussy myself or even thought of looking at it. And now there was this grown man who wanted to see, smell, and touch it. I was prepared to have sex and let his dick inside me, but him wanting me to show him my vagina was surprising. I didn’t know that that was part of having sex.”

This was hot. Jesus, reading this and remembering all the details made me horny again. I looked to my right, where Nguyet was sleeping, and thought of whipping my dick out one more time and just jerk off. But, of course, it would be better to hold out and go over to the bed couch where Nguyet was sleeping and let her be part of the fun.

“So, I sat down on the chair again,” she continued in her diary, “and spread my legs. Ben wanted me to open my pussy, but I thought I should let him do it. I didn’t wanna flaunt myself too much, and he genuinely seemed to want to explore everything. It felt a little strange knowing that he would see what I had never seen, including my peehole. This was not what my parents had raised me for, but I felt I had earned the right to sensual pleasures with all that waiting. Ben pried my pussy lips open, sniffed, licked, sucked, kissed, tickled, and caressed every part of it like he had never seen a pussy before. If his dick had been stiff, he would have pushed it in right then, I’m sure, but it was still limp and small, so we went upstairs after a minute or two.”

Now, she left out that part when I asked her to get naked on the stairs so that I could see her hairy peach between her porcelain butt cheeks but, at this point, she hadn’t seen herself naked from behind, I guessed, so that wasn’t on her radar. Had she ever seen the hair in her butt crack? Well, I didn’t look at mine either. Anyway, her memories continued in the bedroom, but I got a little sleepy now. She had already dozed off over there. I would just read another page because this was just too good, and then join her. But she should sleep a little before I woke her up again.

The first thing we did in the bedroom was that she gave me a blowjob while, I was fingering her with one and then two fingers. She was still surprised that someone would want to see, smell and get inside her pussy, but she thoroughly enjoyed it. She called it ‘liberating’ and ‘enticing’. At some point, she had started thrusting backwards, towards my face, and that’s when she had her first orgasm. She couldn’t believe how much nectar had come out of her pussy and felt bad about drenching me.

“I was embarrassed at first to splash so much liquid on Ben, but I guessed it was normal, as he clearly welcomed it. I didn’t know where all that juice had come from. Ben was very supportive the whole time, but then it was strange seeing him standing next to me in the bathroom while I was peeing. Hs dick was pointing at my face the whole time. On the other hand, we were having sex and had been naked for two hours already. Peeing, I remember that I wanted him to fuck me missionary style.”

She went on how this didn’t happen—I had read more about that last time I was here, in her other diary. Anyway, what she liked was that, as she was riding me, she was in control the whole time. She had been afraid anyway that my 230 pounds might crush her or at least make her terribly uncomfortable. There were also a few thoughts on her pussy perhaps not being big enough to receive my dick. The last act of the play turned out well, however, even though I didn’t come on top of her.

“As I was having Ben’s dick in my mouth again, I realized that it was getting bigger. I assumed—I really didn’t know how long it would take—that he could come again, but this time I wanted it inside me. So, when his penis was stiff, I just sat on it and fiddled with it until it was inside me. Since we had been playing for so long, it went inside quickly and without pain. It felt awesome; I knew instantly why people rave so much about sex. I went up and down until he ejaculated inside me. Along the way, I got deflowered but I don’t recall the particular moment. It just happened. I was exhausted but very happy.”

I looked over to the bed couch. Nguyet had moved and her ass was protruding from the blanket. Seeing this little hairy crack again, framed by her white butt cheeks, reminded me what I had come her for. I took off my clothes and joined her. I held her tight from behind and could feel her curls on my glans. I reached between her butt cheeks: Her whole crotch area was still wet and sticky from the fuck earlier. She moved as she had woken up.

“Come inside me if you want,” she whispered.

“From behind? You could pretend you’re sleeping,” I suggested.

“Ok.”

She let her ass protrude nicely, just like five minutes ago and I pressed my dick inside her pussy. I thrusted slowly and as her sheath was so wet, sticky, and velvety, the feeling on my glans was just mesmerizing. I reached around her with one arm and fondled her breasts. Once in a while, I paused, thinking I might just fall asleep in this position. But then, on the other hand, having an orgasm was just the best feeling, so I kept pumping. Eventually, I came in her one more time while I was holding her tight.

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