My stomach was in knots as we pulled up to my house.
"You're sure you want to do this?" Carter asked as we climbed the front steps.
"Absolutley. I want them to meet you," I answered.
My pulse quickened and my breathing became labored when I turned the doorknob and we stepped into the foyer.
"Mama? Daddy?" I called.
"In here, honey," Mama answered.
We walked hand in hand into the kitchen. Mama was working at the stove and Daddy was at the counter reading the newspaper. They looked up and thier eyes locked on mine and Carter's clasped hands. Mama beamed at us, but Daddy looked shocked. I wasn't sure wether that was a good sign or not.
"I'd like to introduce you to Carter Bowles, my....boyfriend," I said abruptly.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Calhoun," Carter said, extending his hand.
"Oh, please, call me Ellen. And put that hand away, boy," she replied brightly as she hugged him.
They apparently hit it off and started chatting, so I took the opportunity to go talk to Daddy.
"Daddy? What do you think of Carter?"
"Well I haven met him yet, but he seems very well-mannered. I'm just surprised; you've never brought anyone home to meet us before. You're growing up," he said with a sad smile.
I choked up. "Come and meet him," I urged.
"Hello, Mr. Calhoun," Carter said as Daddy took his hand in a firm grip.
"Call me Ronnie. It's a pleasure," Daddy replied.
"Won't you stay for dinner?" Mama asked hopefully.
Carter's eyes locked with mine. "I'd love to," he agreed.
That went well, I thought.
After dinner, Mama insisted on giving Carter a tour of the house. Little did she know that he had seen it many times. Oh, well, what she didn know wouldn't hurt her.
Not long after Carter had left that night, I paid a visit to my mother's office.
"Mama?" I asked, knocking on her door.
"Yeah, honey?" she questioned.
I went and sat next to her.
"Carter has a date planned for us tomorrow night and I probably won't get home until late. Would it be ok if I just stayed over?" I asked hopefully.
She hesitated. "Sure," she agreed finally.
"Thank you!" I said fervently as I got up and headed towards the door.
"Just remember to be careful," she warned.
"Oh, my God," I gasped, blushing brightly and running from the room.
I could hear her laughter all the way from my room.
I was deep in thought the next evening as Carter drove us to his house. After racking my brain trying to figure out what he had planned, I gave up. I was still spaced out as we drove into the garage.
"Come on," Carter urged, nudging me gently and snapping me out of my reverie.
We walked into the main hall to find it deserted.
"Where is everybody?" I questioned.
"Eugenia lives in one of the guest houses out back and I told her to take Betsy with her for the night. I want no distractions, just you and me," he said, his black eyes boring into mine.
It was at that moment that I knew that I wanted him. But how to go about it?
He led me to the living rom and I gaped at what I saw. There was a roaring fire in the huge fireplace, with a pallet of blankets and pillows in front of it.
"I thought we would stay in tonight. Have some alone time," he said softly.
"Sounds perfect," I replied honestly.
We lay down on the soft pallet and cuddled close to each other. He turned on the the massive plasma T.V. mounted on the wall, and I couldn't help but smile at what was playing: The Thorn Birds.
"You remembered," I whispered as I pressed my lips gently aainst his throat.
We barely made it halfway through part one, until I couldn't take it anymore. I trailed kisses up his neck and over his jaw, until I came to his lips. I looked into his eyes and saw that he was as ready as I was. Well, that was easy.
He kissed me back hungrily, rolling me over so that he was hovering above me. I could feel the bulge in his jeans throbbing. I traced it with my fingertips and was satisfied by his moans. We broke apart long enough to pull our clothes off, the flickering firelight casting a sensual glow on our bodies. My slim one paling in comparison to his ripped one.
"Lie down," he ordered gently.
He kissed down my body, stopping when he reached my crotch. His warm mouth engulfed me hard coc and I let out a loud moan as he sucked me gently. Pulling off, he moved lower until I felt him spread my legs and his long tongue flicked my tender hole. I let out a quiet scream and balled my fists, fighting the urge to cum. His tongue probed at me until I felt it slide inside me and my eyes rolled in their sockets.
He lifted himself up on his elbows and his eyes met mine. "You taste so good," he whispered.
"Don't stop," I moaned.
I jumped when I felt him push his finger in, then another, then another. All I could do was maon and writhe on the balnket as he twisted his thick fingers in me, stretching me open. He removed his fingers, leaving me feeling empty, and crawled on top of me. I shuddered as I felt the tip of his huge cock press against my virgin pucker.
"Ready?" he asked.
"One-hundred percent," I breathed, giving him a quick kiss.
He pushed forward gently and I felt him enter me.
"Ow!" I gasped. The pain was intense. I had to resist the urge to pull away from him.
"Matt, lets stop. This is hurting you," Carter said worriedly.
"No! Just give me a minute to get used to it," i pleaded.
After a few minutes, I told him I was ready. He pulled back slowly and pushed back in. Ow, ow, ow. He soon developed a steady rythm, going slowly until all the pain melted away and all I felt was mind-numbing pleasure.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, God, Carter! Give it to me," I begged.
His body glistened with sweat and I felt it drip onto me as he turned me inside out. Suddenly, I felt his already huge cock throb and expand inside me.
"Matt, I'm gonna cum," he said in a strained voice.
"Oh, God.... me too!" I moaned.
Carter stiffened and cried out. I felt his hot cum flood my insides.
"I love you!" I yelled as I came soon after, my cum coating our stomachs.
We stayed locked in our embrace, not wanting to let each other go. Ever. But soon we separated and Carter rolled off of me.
"That...was...incredible," he said in between breaths.
I was still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, so I nodded my agreement as he pulled me to him. When the tremors subsided, I relaxed and rested my head on his shoulder and storking his cheek lightly.
"It was perfect," I said, blushing.
"Yes it was," he agreed as he kissed the top of my head.
We lay there for a while, our naked bodies stuck to each other, until I heard him sniff and felt his body shudder. A flash of pain went through me when I looked up and saw his tear-streaked face.
"Carter, what's wrong?" I asked gently, wiping his tears away.
"Nothing, babe. I'm just really happy. More than I have ever been in my whole life," he said, grabbing my hand and kissing it.
"I love you," I said truthfully.
"I love you too. Always," he replied as he wiped the last of his tears away.
I lay my head back on his shoulder, sighing happily as his arms tightened around me. This is the definition of happiness, I thought. Soon I felt Carter's steady breathing. He looked so peaceful when he slept.
"Goodnight," I whispered, kissing his sculpted chest.
"Hmmm," he grunted in response.
I gazea at the bright orange flames until my eyelids getting heavy. Curling myself closer to my love, I fell into a blissful sleep.
To be continued......