Kay, In the Study, With the Rug Burns (m/f) | 2016

The year was 1993. The ASCII text-based internet was on top, and so was I. Freshman year at my university was over, and with it a semester spent trading green screen-based pornographic e-mail messages with my girlfriend about what we would do to each other the next time we saw each other. Years before we would engage in Passion Rekindled, I was on my way home to what promised to be a sex-filled summer with my tiger of a girlfriend.

It didn't take long. A few days after my plane touched down, school got out for Kay. She was 18, it was the last day of her senior year, and an early release day, which meant we'd have several hours to ourselves before either sets of parents arrived home.

I surprised her at her locker. She looked amazing. Her chestnut brown hair fell below her shoulders, wavy and beautiful. Her body, curvy in all the right places, shimmered in a blue and white striped top and tight white shorts. She squealed in delight when she saw me, ran to me, pressed her body into mine, and kissed me deeply. I was rock hard in seconds, and she noticed. She pulled back, giggled, smiled up at me with lust in her eyes, and said, in a smoky voice, "Wait until we get back to the house." Minutes later, we were on the road to her house, speeding down the highway as fast as I dared drive.

The entire ride back to her house, Kay teased me from the front passenger seat, running her hand up and down my thigh, brushing just lightly against my cock, then running her hand away again. I groaned again and again, but she just smiled and kept at it. I thought I would explode right there in the car.

We began pawing at each other the moment we entered the house. In the foyer, in the kitchen, wherever we wandered in our mutually passionate haze, we kissed, and touched, and pressed against each other. Kay was a swimmer and a soccer player, so her body was toned and firm everywhere. At the base of the stairs, kissing her lips, her eyes, her ears, her neck, I grabbed her round, shapely ass in both hands and squeezed. I wanted her with every cell in my body. "Upstairs," she said.

All the way up the wooden staircase, we fought our passion, bumping into the walls, losing our footing, until finally, we were at the top landing. I grabbed her again, hoisted her into my arms as she wrapped her legs around me, and began to carry her into her bedroom. "Uh Uh," she said. "Not my room. My father's study."

I almost lost it right there. I recognized this. This was one of the many fantasies we'd traded across thousands of miles of cable between two computer terminals.

I turned around and carried her as fast as I could into the study -- paneled with library shelves filled with books, with a thick, Turkish carpet on the floor. I set her down, spun her around so her back was against me, and pulled her close. I grasped her breasts in my hands while I kissed her neck. She groaned. I ripped her shirt off, and within seconds, had my hands at the clasp of her front-clasp bra. As soon as I released her breasts, they seemed to explode out of the bra. I was so hot for her I couldn't stand it. I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them. Then I moved to her nipples, taking them between my fingers, rubbing them back and forth, then squeezing them. She yelped, and turned back around to kiss me hungrily. She stripped off my shirt, we kicked our shoes off, and suddenly were both naked above the waist, wearing only shorts.

We kissed again, pressing skin to skin, ran our hands all over each other, and I moved my hands downward. I pressed my fingers against her from outside her shorts. Even through her shorts, I could feel heat and moisture. She moaned, and I pressed and caressed her more. After a few moments of this, with her moans getting louder and her breath getting more ragged, I unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, and shoved them down her legs. She stepped out of them, divested me of my shorts, and looked up at me. Then she opened her lips and said something that drove me entirely crazy.

"Fuck me right here on the floor. I want rug burns on my ass."

Within seconds, she was there on the floor, her legs in the air, with me tugging at her panties. Then they were gone, and her swollen, aching, soaking wet center called to me. I stripped the rest of my clothes off, moved between her legs, and plunged as deeply into her as I could.

I began to thrust deeply and slowly, back and forth, in and out. Kay wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer with every thrust. Looking at her face, I saw her eyes closed, her lips open, as she moaned in time with each penetration. I kept the pace slow and deep for as long as I could, but before long, we both began to quicken. Our hips moved faster and faster, our bodies joining then moving apart again. Kay grew wetter, and I could feel her pussy grasping at me, pulling me in as she moved closer to orgasm. I grabbed at and kissed her breasts, wanting to feel the rough texture of her hardened nipples in my mouth. This only drove her more crazy, and her hips quickened beneath me. "Fuck me, Michael, FUCK ME!" she yelled. I drove on harder and faster, harder and faster, and her cries intensified. Finally, I felt her begin to spasm beneath me. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh Mike, Oh God!!!" This drove me over the edge. I drove hard, grunted, and emptied myself into her. We collapsed on top of each other on the carpet, exhausted.

I lay there for what seemed like forever, panting, struggling to catch my breath and recover. She did the same. Finally, with both of us mostly recovered, she looked at me with a dirty look in her eyes, and said, "You did it."

"Huh?" I replied. I was still in a fog.

"My ass," she said. "It stings. I think I have rug burns." She giggled. "Sorry," I said. "No, I fucking LOVE it," she replied. "It makes me feel like SUCH a bad girl." She looked at me with lust in her eyes. "I think I might need to be punished."

I couldn't believe it. I was still exhausted, and she was already thinking of ANOTHER fantasy we'd shared.

"Well," I said, "We have a date tomorrow night, right?"

More to come....