Friday, March 10, 2006

Erotica on the fly... OVER 18 ONLY!

If you're not over 18 - step away from the computer!

I'm about to get down and dirty. Nasty, sexually explicit...

You know... Just this short of porn. Ok so it IS porn... But hey... Just tell me if it's believable - eh?

I visited Tanya's site tonight, where the topic of sexual ability in your characters was discussed.

In this story on the fly - I am going to try and capture the "young, awkward" feeling of a first time encounter. The characters will be about 21 or 22. College aged. I dunno what's gonna happen, so you'll have to take a ride with me and my imagination.

I'll set up the scene and then just let it ride with whatever happens. I want to focus on character spotlight/thinking - bouncing from each other, seeing simultaneously both points of view.

Without further ado - enter my voluptuous lair and grab a towel while you're at it. (*grin*)

The Math Bounce
(Story of Erotica - by Lady M)

The doorbell rang and even though she was expecting him to show up to help her with mid-terms, butterflies fluttered through her stomach.

Jessa hardly knew anything about Mark. Except that every time she'd looked at him, he'd been watching her from behind his wire frame lenses. Nice blue eyes and a patrician nose made him not so geeky looking, but more refined, more intelligent somehow. And now, here he, the king of the math class, was coming to help her with studies. He was the only reason she had joined math class in the first place. But now that she was in it, she had to keep up, or she'd never get a chance to get to know him.

She jumped up to answer the door, almost knocking over a glass of water that she'd sat on the table in front of her. She absently tucked her red hair behind her ear as she pulled open the door.

He stood there, looking at her. Calm and almost detached. It made the butterflies turn into a nest of raving hornets and her chest tightened as she realized that he was exceptional to look at. The other girls tended to stay away from him - his shy smile and glasses making him appear to be less than what Jessa thought of him... Like Clark Kent, she mused to herself.

"Hey Jessa." He said as he came in through the opened door. "You ready for me, or am I too early?"

"Not at all." Breathe, keep thinking about math... Don't blush.

"Cool." Mark sat his backpack on her studio's coffee table, and looked around, taking the place in.

"Would you care for anything to drink?"

"Sure, got a Soda?"

"I'm the Queen of Doctor Pepper - will that do?"

His lips curled up slightly as he smiled and nodded. Jessa turned towards the small studio apartment's kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out one of the maroon cans. She turned and held it out to him after she popped the top.

"Would you like a glass or anything?" She asked and her hand brushed his, causing an electric spark and a rush of warmth to travel through her.

"Nah, this will be fine. Thanks."


"You ready to study now?" He reached for his backpack

She moved over to the futon mattress that served as the studio's couch when it was folded up and patted the space next to her after she sat down.

"Sure, why not. Math's the thing."

"Yeah, I can tell you like the math - especially the way you yawn through the professor's class." He smiled at her.

"Hey now!" Damn, was he cute, or what? Teasing her like that.

Mark opened up the books and pulled out a pencil and a yellow notepad.

Jessa reached over to an end table and put her books and pencil in front of her.

"So what do you do for fun?" She asked, while she was setting up.

"I don't know. I kinda like to make graphic art. That's what I want to do, you know? I want to make graphic art for advertising. But I want to freelance."

"Awesome dude." She lifted an eyebrow to show she was impressed. "Well, I guess I'm as ready as I'm going to get. Show me Einstein." She watched his profile as his mouth corners turned up on the sides and a blush tinted his cheeks. He was pretty darn cute, with or without the glasses.

"Yeah. O.k.," he paused, pointing to the equation. "This is an imaginary number. Your job is to figure out what number it is in order to solve the problem."

"Like I'm going to be able to figure it out."

"You will, trust me."

"Yeah, you wanna put some money on it?"

"Erm.." He grinned, "I dunno if you're worth that kind of money."

Jessa picked up one of the throw pillows on the futon and hit him gently with it.

"Yeah. Ok. Now... Back to the lesson - here's what you do with this number." He explained.

For the next hour, he walked her through the math book. He tried keeping her laughing, so that she would remain interested. There was an easy companionable feeling working together.

When he saw that her attention span had dropped, Mark decided he needed to give her a break.
"So what do you do for fun?" He asked, settling back as comfortable as he could on the futon couch waiting on her answer, as she stood up to go get them some more sodas.

He was so fine. Jessa wasn't sure whether pheromones were racing through the air or if she had just started a school girl crush. It didn't matter, she was going to seduce him. Maybe not tonight, but some day soon. There was something about him that set her body on fire, leaving her breathless for more than the accidental contact when handing him the soda.

"I like to kiss," She blurted out embarrasing herself.

"Ah." He said, hanging his head to hide his own blush.

"I mean... I mean.... that's not what I meant, it just sort of popped out."

"Uh huh."

Great he wasn't going to help her out of this hole. Jessa stood there trying to not freak out that she'd said exactly what was on her mind.

"I meant that I like hanging out with you."

"You mean you don't want to kiss me?" He teased her while he watched her from the futon couch.

"Oh I don't know, I mean you'd be fine to kiss, but that's not what I meant." She sputtered.

Looking brave, he stood up to face her. "Well I'd like to kiss you."

"You would?" She gulped out. Fine, she wouldn't have to seduce him, he was going to seduce her. Fine with her.

He nodded and looked at her through his lenses, she noticed that his eyelashes touched the inside as he blinked. His eyes were a soft, deep blue. She could fall through them.

"I've only kissed one other girl. When we were kids." He looked away and put his hands in his pockets.

That stopped her cold. One girl? Say what? Was he gay?

"Seriously?" She asked him.


"Why? You're a good looking guy. And I mean it." She poked him in the chest to make her point.

"It's a long story."

"Well... tell me." Curiosity piqued, she sat back on the couch and leaned forward to show her ineterest, elbows on her knees and her hands folded under her chin.

Mark sat back down. This time at an almost uncomfortable distance from Jessa.

"You really want to hear about it?" He glanced over at her.

"Yeah, I do."

"Well... I had a girlfriend and we were pretty serious for about 6 years. We started hanging out when we were just little kids."

"Go on."

"Well. She was in this church and she had to go on her mission. I waited for her." He unconciously clenched his jaw. Jessa noted that he looked heartbroken and something in her started aching for him. "For 2 years."

"Did she come home?" She prompted.

"Yeah, she came home, but immediately left afterwards."

"Where'd she go?" Again, more curiosity.

"She went to go marry this other guy she'd met on her mission. Said that she needed to have someone in her life that was in the church. And as much as she loved me, it wasn't good enough for her that I had been born out of the church." He looked down and cleared his throat.

"Ah. I'm really sorry about that." She reached out and touched his arm. "How long ago was it?"

"Two years ago - that she got married." He looked at her hand on his arm and made to reach for it, but only lightly brushed his fingertips across the back of her hand, before setting his own hand back down on the futon, unsure of what to do.

Oh my God, Jessa thought, was he a virgin? But when his hand had touched hers, a warmth had traveled up her arm.

"Have you dated anyone else since then?" She reached up and brushed a stray strand out of his face so that she could see his eyes. She noticed that he smelled wonderful. Yummy. Like some sort of musky pine fragrance. It was mouth watering.

"I just never really had a chance to. I didn't really feel like meeting anyone else for awhile and then... well I just haven't met anyone that I wanted to ask out," He looked into her eyes, "until I met you, that is."

Oh, how sweet. Her heart was melting. She'd never slept with a virgin before, she wondered if there was anything she was supposed to do to make it important enough for him. Was it the same thing for a guy as it was for a girl?

Instead of saying anything, she leaned into him and put her hands on his face, making him look directly at her. She slowly lowered her mouth to him and gently set her lips on his.

Mark's first reaction was to tense up and hold his breath. So many thoughts ran through his mind. She's beautiful. She's touching me. She's kissing me. How do I kiss her? Should I touch her. I want this to be just right. He closed his eyes. The feelings overwhelmed him.

Jessa watched him close his eyes, and cupped his chin gently.

"No. I want you to look at me," she told him. "I want you to see me kissing you."

A small sigh escaped from him. This was it then. He hoped that he had decent breath and that he could perform well enough in this kiss. He certainly had never had enough practice.

"Now, kiss me back... gently... " She instructed.

His heart was racing as he felt her hands move to his hair and he watched her lean in to kiss him again. When her lips touched his, they felt silky and soft and tasted like the soda. Part of him wanted to overtake her, to plunge his mouth onto hers and keep them connected in a primal way. Except she was the one in control and he wanted to make her happy.

Her tongue flickered out and slid across his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth to let her have access. He looked into her eyes, but kept his hands at his sides. He was terrified and more excited than he had ever been before.

"You've really never done this," she leaned back. Amazed that someone as good looking as Mark didn't even know how to kiss.

"Is it that bad?" A shadow of worry crossed his face.

"I think it's wonderful! Move." She made him sit in the middle of the futon. "Now lean back."

He looked at her as she stood up and watched as she moved to stand in front of him. She reached for his hands and kneeled down in front of him, while holding his hands.

"Ok. This is a little backwards for me." Jessa looked up at Mark. "But I think it's way cool that you want me to be the one. So I'm going to teach you the right way to do stuff, ok? You have got to totally trust me. Can you do that?"

"Yeah," he smiled at her. "I can do that."

"O.k. now lean back and just relax. You'll know what to do if you just follow my lead."

He nodded and leaned back. He trusted her. Something about her made him feel like he had come home after a century of traveling in a parched desert.

She brought up one of his hands to her mouth. She breathed warm breath across the back of his knuckles and then licked them gently. She heard him moan in the back of his throat. Damn, she was turned on by just watching his reactions.

She took his hand and rubbed her face on it, letting his finger tips trail across her lips. She pulled his index finger into her mouth, sucking on it, letting her tongue twirl around and feel the ridges on the tips of his fingers.

"That feels wonderful," he whispered to the air.

Jessa got off of her knees and then straddled his lap. For a moment all she did was look at him as if she were memorizing every feature on his face. And then she leaned forward and put her finger tips to his mouth.

"Now you do it," she told him.

Mark reached up and held her hand, he kissed each one of her fingertips as she nodded, giving him permission to go on. He closed his mouth over her thumb and looked in her eyes as he copied what she had done earlier to his hand.

She could feel his hardness underneath her, so she tried to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable and tried to keep some pressure off of him. She was so aware of how he felt underneath her - and she almost moaned out loud when he gently scraped his teeth across her thumb.

"Improvising is good." She said. Absolutely great.

He nodded and then reached up to touch her long red hair. He pulled on it gently to bring her closer to him. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, once she was that close, but it was a need he had to fulfill. He needed her closer to him - like he needed to mesh her inside of him somehow.

She moved with him as he pulled her closer brushing her cheek against his. Savoring the way his clean shaven face felt against hers. Like a cat, she rubbed her cheek into him, arching her back just enough to angle her body so that she could make her lips meet his again.

Her hair tickled his face and he felt her lips on his again. He had to close his eyes so that he could enjoy the sensation overload. Part of him wanted more than this. Yet, part of him relished this slow sensual dance she was doing to him.

This time, when she kissed him, she used her fingertips with her tongue in his mouth and she touched the tip of her tongue to his. He felt electrified. He felt connected and he wanted to make her more than just a friend. He wanted her to be a part of him forever at that moment. It felt right and his chest grew even tighter at this new feeling.

She trailed her mouth from the kiss to his neck and he moaned as she swiped her tongue across his jugular vein and up to his earlobe. Gentle butterfly kisses, he thought. He reached up to touch her face and pulled her head closer to his neck. God he wanted more of this.

Jessa pulled gently away, amazed that she was so in tune with him already after just a few kisses. She looked down at him and noticed his lips were red and swollen and his breathing was more rapid. What a freaking turn on - why hadn't she ever taught anyone else before?

"So what did you think of that kiss?" She asked.

"It was one of the most beautiful things on this earth." He looked up at her. He reached for her hand and enclosed her delicate hand in his larger one. Touching her. It was like being in Heaven.
"Yeah? You really liked it?"

"Yeah. I loved it."

"Wanna try some more?" She squirmed a little in order to keep his interest, but it was an unnecessary movement - he was rock hard underneath her.

"I... want more. I want everything you're willing to give."

"Everything?" An impish light came on in her eyes. She traced his jawline with her fingertip and slid it slowly to his collar. She unbuttoned it as he watched her, curious to see where she would go.


She unbuttoned the second button and then the third, all the way down to the top of his jeans. She leaned forward and kissed his neck, trailing her tongue down his chest. His breath quickened again and she could tell that he wanted more.

She kissed his lips again with a little more force. He reached up and held her head this time, pulling her into him as if he was desperate to drink every last drop of her. The tip of her fingernail found his nipple and gently flicked it. A sharp intake of breath let her know that this was a turn on for him.

So she pulled her lips away from his and put her mouth just above his nipple, she flicked her tongue over the small nub and then lightly scraped it with her teeth.

"Oh my god. I never... I didn't think. Oh my..." he trailed off, giving in to sensations he'd never experienced before.

She sat back up straight and watched him, his eyes were dilated and she wanted to undress him fully, but she also wanted his hands on her.

She pulled her shirt off over her head and took off her bra and his eyes got wider as he took in her breasts with his eyes.

Mark wondered if he could die of happiness. He looked at her breasts in front of him. Beautiful, round and perfect looking with darker circles surrounding the soft nipples - he wanted to touch them. He watched her for a reaction as he reached up to feel her soft skin. She arched her back when he held one of them in his hands. His thumb stroked the nipple and he watched, amazed as it swelled up and tightened under his thumb. His groin tightened in response.

"I want to taste you, like you did to me."

Jessa nodded and slid off of him, an almost painful loss of warmth leaving his comfortable body. She laid down on her back and held her hand out to him so he could follow her. To let him know that it was ok for him to be on top of her. She spread her legs so that he could fit in between them. Jessa wanted to feel his hard cock pressing up against her again. She wanted to feel him grind up against her.

She was already wet, and this was just getting better. She watched as he took both nipples in his fingers. Fascinated and amazed, he touched them and her back involuntarily arched again as he tenderly stroked.

He leaned down and slipped his tongue around one of the nipples.

"Suck on it," she prompted him.

He placed his lips around the nipple and when he sucked she almost screamed in delight.

She pushed her pelvis into his and bumped up against him, pressing harder as he sucked on her nipple. He responded by rocking back and forth with her in a dance as old as nature.

Jessa put her hand in between them and reached for his jeans top button. He continued to lick and suck on her nipples like he was eating candy and she was ready for more. When she reached the top button, she could feel the head of his cock at the top of the jeans. He hand found it slightly wet and she used her index finger to swirl around the wetness at the tip.

He stiffened when she touched him. Not wanting to lose the moment but being overwhelmed at having someone else's hands touch him. His hands on her breast squeezed hard and she liked it, reaching into his jeans to cup the head and stroke it and undoing the rest of his jeans. When she was done opening the jeans, his shaft sprang out and she was amazed at how beautiful it looked. Sleek and strong and hard.

"Now do that to me," She panted in his ear.

He fumblingly pulled at the top of her jeans. Nope. She wasn't going to wait that long, she reached down and pulled her jeans down, making him move to accomodate her, she left her underwear on.

He looked down on her. What a perfect body she had. She looked gorgeous in a dark blue satin pair of panties. He looked in her eyes and noticed that her face was flushed. He lingered looking at her so that she had to stop and focus on him.

"I want you to know that this is incredible Jessa, but I don't want to do anything you would regret." He looked at her tenderly.

"The only thing I'm going to regret is if you don't make love to me now."

"I just wanted to make sure. I've wanted you since I met you, but I didn't think you'd be interested."


"Well, I am and I was since last semester, but I didn't know how to ask you."

"Ah" a satisfied smile crossed his face. "I don't have any protection - I wasn't planning on this."

How refreshing.

A man who hadn't been thinking he was going to get laid. He actually just liked her. Not that he didn't find her attractive but more that he wanted to get to know her for who she was. For some reason, these thoughts made her want to hold him close to her and just stay cuddled with him. But her body wouldn't let her. Her body ached to have him inside of her... And maybe, he was the one. He sure felt like the one at the moment, laying on top of her, pressing up against her crotch with his glorious cock.

"I have some in my purse - we'll worry about that part in a moment - if you last, that is..." She grinned up at him.

He grinned right back, "I may be inexperienced with some things, but I think I can hold out long enough."

"Alright, touch me then." She took his hand and placed it on her body, leading it ever downward to the space between her legs. She almost came when he gently stroked over her clit with his hand, timid, yet eager to touch her.

He slid his finger underneath the elastic of the underwear and she closed her eyes in bliss as his fingers found her wet spot and slid around, feeling her respond to him. She rode his finger, telling him with her body where to touch and how much pressure. He learned fast and he read her response like he was made for her. Like they were of the same mind.

Their breathing quickened as they stroked each other. They kissed and experienced the moment. He continued to fondle her amazed at the beauty of her body and her reactions. He could tell that this was exciting her and knowing he had this kind of power of a woman set him on the edge of no return.

Jessa reached above her head to grab her purse, she pulled out a condom. She ripped open the wrapper and in one swift move rolled it over his cock.

"I want you to put it in me now." She ordered him.

He reached down and kissed her. He wanted her to know that this was far more than just sex to him, this was something more incredible than that - a sharing of minds and body. His lips were tenderly brushing hers as he slowly entered her. He was afraid she would break until she started responding by grinding up into him. Positioning herself onto his shaft, she pumped with her body, up and down, undulating her hips.

He held her close and met her rythym. Lost on a sea, with no shore in sight, he rocked with her until she started whimpering against his mouth. He felt her contract around him and she held her breath - he couldn't stop himself as he emptied himself into her.

Together they lay there, holding each other. Both thinking that this was something more than just a moment. He tenderly brushed a hair off her face that had found it's way into her mouth.

"You're beautiful." He said.

"You're amazing, Can we do this again?" Jessa looked up at him.

"The way I feel right now," he leaned down and kissed her, "I could stay here forever."

"I might just hold you to that." She grinned.

"Well as long as you learn your math." He teased.

"You do realize," she looked at him, a little embarrassed to tell him the truth. "That the only reason why I took that class is so I could sit next to you and see you?"

"You're kidding me." He smiled.

"No. Actually I'm not."

"Well, then, how do you find math now?"

"Bouncy." She laughed.

He nestled his face in her hair and decided that sometimes, you just know.


I so hate Sports right now... Ruined a perfectly good Erotica moment. SIGH.

LMAO - Well - I don't know if this is supposed to be on the blog - but it's been going up and down... So we'll see how it does... (THE BLOG IS GOING UP AND DOWN - SILLY),

I've got to hit the hay - so if it won't come out today, I'll post it tonight when I get up. Also - if you like or hate it - let me know...

It's pretty graphic - and I'm refusing to go back in and fix any typos... I wrote this in the BLOG create post area and it's having some problems... Like backspacing ell suckos because it's not always connecting... LOL!

OK - so see ya.

Hugs to y'all.

Lady M
Porn Queen... LMAO