“Figuring out if the kids in class were happy for you or making fun of you was hard. My parents had the money to put us in the best schools, but we weren’t born and raised in California, so we were different.
“Dom was good-looking, athletic and already focused on a skiing career. Even then he knew what his plan was. I think his ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude is what also drew people to him. He didn’t care if Mom criticized.
“I was too clumsy for the dance team, too stiff for the cheerleaders. Too skinny, too short, and my boobs were too small for most of the guys I went to school with. Mom kept pushing me to get a boob job. Ugh!
“After my first sexual experience, which lasted about five seconds, I never saw that guy again. My one boyfriend from college was more attuned to my parents than me. He got a job in my mother’s office after we broke up. She’s still trying to throw us together.
“I think that’s why I did a lot of volunteering and helping my friends when they wanted to plan parties and stuff. They made me feel needed and wanted, and I made people happy. Helping the dog shelter felt amazing. That experience gave me the confidence to try more things like that.”
“Kardiá mou, you are hands down better than all of those who made you feel you weren’t enough. You have heart. Empathy. Caring. A lot of people out there are just in it for themselves. Oh, they may talk the talk, but they don’t walk the walk.
“How much of your own money have you put into this project of saving the town?”
I am not going to tell him I’ve almost depleted my savings and it’s going to take a while to pay off my credit cards. “It doesn’t matter.”
“I bet the mayor hasn’t even given a third of what you have.”
“He isn’t a charity.”
“He’s an asshole though, right?”
We both laugh.
Slowly, I slide my palm down his chest and lower. “Can I explore a little?”
Clasping his hands behind his head, he grins. “Explore away.”
I’ve never had this freedom. I’m gentle, not wanting to hurt him. “You’re hard and soft at the same time. I like how you feel in my hand.”
“I like how I feel in your hands, too,” he chuckles.
Sliding to my knees I kneel between his legs. Glancing up, I meet his gaze.
“Anything you want. Take what you need.”
Circling his cock with my palm, I gently slide my hand up and down. I love how his cock bobs with my motion and how his hips pump-up just a little as I slide my palm up and down his length.
“Yes. I love your little hand gripping my cock so tight. That’s it,kardiá mou. Slide it up and down. Squeeze a little harder. You are so damn perfect.
“Remember how it felt when I pumped my fingers inside you? That’s how good this feels to me. Having you stroke me.”
“I want to taste you. Lick you like you did me.”
“Yes, I want that too. But, I need my mouth on you. Will you straddle my chest and put that sweet little pussy where my tongue can tease and taste you at the same time? I need you again.”
“I…”
“You can do it,kardiá mou. Let’s make each other feel good together.”
I settle over him as he instructs. He immediately leans up and kisses my ass while stroking one broad palm up and down my thigh.
“You are so beautiful, so sexy and hot. I’m never gonna get enough of you. Lean back, sit on my face.”
He thinks I’m sexy and beautiful? No one has ever said that to me. No one has ever made me feel this brave. This free to be as wanton as I want.
Leaning forward, I kiss the tip of his cock. He’s long and hard, his girth fills my palm. Stroking downward I run my tongue around the head of his penis. His groan of delight vibrates against my clit where he’s using his tongue to stroke and tease.
Slowly, I take him into my mouth, teasing him as he’s teasing me. His moans and groans as I suck and lick him fill me with a sense of power.
