Libby & John: First Time Ch. 03
Keywords: First, Time, &, John:, Ch., 03, Libby,
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Libby was determined. She knew John would attract others, his lankiness with the underlying and understated power of his physique and his confident aloofness would draw college coeds like a flame draws moths. She knew he was leaving for school in just a couple of weeks and she knew she adored him. That still surprised her, not only that she had these feelings for John but the depth of feeling was something she never expected. He had three more days to work before he was done and then he would leave. He had a couple of weeks to get things in order and then, just like that he would be gone. She was working on following him, just hadn"t put everything together yet. Hadn"t even told him what she was trying to do. The application had been sent off, she"d actually read the lease that she"d signed to see what she could do to get out of it. She briefly looked around remembering the times she"d had in the past couple of months.
She looked at the entrance to the kitchen and remembered walking up behind John, sliding her hands around his body to feel his hardness, and smiled at her recollection of his embarrassment. As much as he wanted to he didn"t want to jump into things, didn"t want to risk their relationship. She saw his initial reaction to her caresses as endearing. She thought about watching him eat his breakfast and the reaction her body had to that innocent action. The fact that she ended up on the floor of the shower stall with her fingers buried in herself as she thought of him, how wanton she"d felt, but how wonderfully free at the same time.
She felt an overpowering flow of the warm sensation she always had when John was with her. She knew she"d miss this place, the beginning of their relationship, the awakening realization that she loved John, the last-forever type of love, and it was slowly eroding with an overwhelming sense of dread. What if he found someone at school before she could get there. How could she make sure he"d remember her, that he"d stay in love with her, that he"d still want her, yes, to the exclusion of everyone else. Her fear was a living breathing thing, an animal that grew each day, threatening to overtake her.
She recalled their conversation when John came to her apartment all flustered. His workmate had met a couple of women, had talked John into going to lunch with them and left John in the clutches of one of them, while this guy had fucked the other in the backseat of her car and John watched. She smiled as she thought of John"s recanting of the story, how he had felt bad about getting excited, how he had gotten hard while he watched this guy named Doug fuck the girl. Then she thought about their conversation afterwards.
She had suggested they try new things. Had suggested they watch movies together, perhaps go to an adult theater together. She looked back on the weeks between then and now. They hadn"t tried anything new. She loved John, loved making love to John, loved having him in her. It was everything she"d ever dreamed of and she was perfectly content, but it was her suggestion and she"d done nothing about it. Now she only had a couple of weeks, and she knew he"d be busy during that time.
Her experience was entirely limited to her experiences with John. She had absolutely nothing to draw on, no experiences, no other partners, nothing. She wondered what to do, where to find ideas. She knew John"s experiences were limited to her as well, and his shyness kept him from suggesting things. She knew he"d get over that with time.
As the excellent student she"d always been she decided then and there to do some investigation, just as if she was working on a project for school. She went to the local library to look up books on the subject, but found that difficult because of the subject matter and her reticence to ask the librarian for help. She flushed with embarrassment when she recalled finding a reference on the reference computer and forgetting to clear her trail before she walked away, but chuckled at the thought of some housefrau finding it on the screen when she started a research project for little Sammy"s next book of the week. Everything she found at the library was circa 1950 and was useless, suggesting that she meet her husband at the door in short skirts, almost to the knee for crying out loud. She laughed out loud at that memory.
She finally found an adult place just outside of town, one of those seedy places with the neon signs, big bold red letters blinking erratically "adult" and recalled the nervousness she felt when she got out of the car and walked in. Her eyes had widened at the selection of dicks on the wall, the beautiful women in all stages of undress on the boxes of videos, the variations of magazines that she thumbed through. She had settled on several magazines as a start.
Now she sat on her couch, reading experience letters. It was all in the name of research. John would be away for the rest of the day and wouldn"t get home until late. Several of the guys wanted to take him out as a farewell happy hour. John told her he didn"t want to go but felt like he had to, so she felt certain she had some time to learn and enough time to hide her "research."
She thumbed through the magazine, reading the titles of experience letters. They seemed so funny, "Neighbors" slip gives eyeful" "He backed up and it was anal bliss" among others. She found a letter about a couple that went to an adult theater but as she was reading she was appalled at the actions of the woman in the story. Not the wantonness that the woman showed, that she found sexy when she put it in the light of experiencing it with John, but letting perfect strangers touch you… well ok that might be kind of sexy but frightening. Letting a complete stranger fuck you, well… she thought, "I could never do that!" and she went on to the next story. She read about many variations of sex, bondage, anal, exhibitionism, BSDM, and just straight fucking in more variations and in more different numbers of people than one could shake a dick at. She laughed at her pun.
As she was reading, laying back on the couch she found that she was holding her breast in almost a protective, cupping manner. Her nipple had become hard in her hand and she found that she was lightly rubbing it, feeling the warmth of tingles betray her intended distance from what she was reading. Her eyes closed as her hand slid under her T-shirt to fondle her breast directly. She opened her eyes to re-familiarize herself with the story she was reading, wanting to determine what got her started and then realized it wasn"t the story at all. Deep in the dark recesses of her mind she was thinking about the story of the movie theater. She knew she"d never let anyone but John touch her but it would be fun to experience, not the way outlined in the story but her experience, their experience.
She thought the darkness, the musty smells, the raw sex would be enticing, perhaps exciting to John as well. She could actually smell the smells as her hand slid down her flat stomach, under the waistband of her shorts, through the sparse hair to focus on her clit. She was surprised at how wet she was as her finger slid between her lips, delving into the satiny liquid, dragging it slowly up over her clit. She realized that she really wanted to cum, hard and now. No lingering build up, just rub her clit fast and hard, her head went back and her body tensed. Her breasts shook with the shudders of release, her knees spreading as far as they could, her ass lifting off the surface of the couch in her almost instant orgasm.
Her fingers lingered as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She wished John was here so she could try some of the techniques she had learned, so she could show him some of the new things she"d learned, so she could show him that she loved him and would do anything to keep him.
When she woke it was dark, the apartment quiet. She felt a blanket over her body although she didn"t remember pulling one over herself before she drifted off to sleep. She rose and glided softly across the silent and dark room, her footsteps nothing other than the soft whoosh the carpet made as it crushed under her feet. She turned the corner to the kitchen and felt a pang of angst as she saw the clock and it read 3:45 AM. She wondered where John was, he promised to come over after the guys dropped him off.
She returned to the living room to once again settle on the couch, hitting "power" on the remote, the TV fired up. It was louder than she remembered, probably only in comparison to the silence of the room. She felt cold and afraid and the loneliness made her think of the coming departure of John. She couldn"t stand the thought of him going away, where this emptiness was the norm instead of the exception. She physically jumped as she felt John"s hands touch her shoulders.
"Oh shit! John you scared me! Why didn"t you wake me up when you got here?"
"You looked so peaceful so I pulled a blanket over you, kissed your cheek and went to bed. I have to work in a couple of hours."
"When"d you get here?"
"Around midnight"
Libby leaned back and pulled John"s arms down pulling his face to hers in an upside down kiss. Her heart fluttered as she felt his lips contact hers and realized another flutter as she felt his hands gently rubbing her stomach, sliding up to her breasts as he pulled back.
"Did you have fun?"
"It was ok… Same old thing these guys always do I guess, went to a couple of bars and drank. I watched the band mostly. It was too loud to hear yourself think much less have a conversation. I"d "ve rather been here."
John pulled back from Libby, as he straightened up Libby felt an instant pang of loneliness.
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Keywords: First, Time, &, John:, Ch., 03, Libby,