Life Ain't A Fairy Tale (4 page)

Sara yawns and stretches her arms; this is a
signal to me. She is sleepy. I must return to my assigned bedroom.
I restrain myself from telling her how beautiful I find those
expressive brown eyes and kind smile. I itch to tell her how much I
like her, but I do not want to scare her away. This is very
difficult because I do not want to ruin the day.

I am torn between playing it safe or risking
a disaster. I can be a nice guy and go back to my assigned bedroom.
It will be a great first date if I do that. Or, I can kiss her and
risk a disaster. I fell into the trap of believing that love is
real. Her beauty is undeniable. What I feel inside is
unmistakable.

"I had a wonderful time today, Sara."

"Aw, you are so sweet. Thank you. Me too."
She giggles.

When I embrace her body and kiss her cheek to
leave her room, I feel a strong urge to be daring. I cannot bring
myself to stop hugging her. I desire her in my arms forever. Taking
my glasses off, I gaze into those lovely brown eyes. My focus
changes to her lips. My hand raises her jaw gently. I lean forward
to suck her lower lip. The moment our lips touch, my brain goes
blank. I don't stop to look at her facial reaction. As my lips
press against hers, we exchange saliva.

Sara makes me feel more at ease. She wraps
her arms around my neck. She leans her body closer to mines. My
lips separate slightly from hers. I suck her upper lip as she sucks
my lower lip. I tilt my head to the left. I suck and pull her lower
lip towards me. Her eyes are closed as I stretch her lower lip for
a few seconds and release it. Our lips remain locked.

The desire to undress her overtakes me. My
left knuckles massage gently her right cheek. Unbuttoning her
pajama shirt, from top to bottom, reveals a white bra covering her
beautiful breasts. Her goose bumped light tan skin contrasts
marvelously with her white bra. Her belly button is a sexy sight
that mesmerizes and enthralls me. I grab her pajama shirt by the
collar, push it back, and pull it down to showcase her gorgeously
round shoulders, her slightly thick arms, and a massive chest. She
does not have protruding collarbones. Her body is perfect. I always
loved women with some body mass. The size of her breasts shocks and
pleases me, as I never really noticed them before. She gets her
arms out of her sleeves.

Deep in the night, the tactile, labial, and
visual pleasure continues. First, I gently rub her arms up and down
with my hands. Seeing Sara in her lingerie enchants me. Wrapping my
arms around her lower back, my hands press against her back. I grab
her face to kiss her forehead. We wrap our necks around each other
like two giraffes. My right index finger and thumb raise her chin
to suck her lips more. My lips stop at her throat to softly lick
her Adam's apple. Sara tilts her head back to allow me to
completely kiss and lick her throat. Observing how attractive her
facial profile looks, my lips give her a strong and long kiss on
the cheek.

Turning her around, I have her sexy back
facing me. Sara loosens her ponytail. My lips kiss and suck her
right shoulder. Each hand of mines grabs and squeezes a boob
covered with the white bra. My lips kiss every square inch of her
back, including her bra, to her delight as she turns her face to
see me. She leans her back against my torso. Wanting to experience
the feeling of skin-to-skin contact, I softly push her back to take
off my shirts. I unhook her bra to contemplate her nude back. I let
her lean back against my torso to feel her warmth. I like how her
warm, sticky back feels against my equally sticky chest. Her hair
caresses softly my left cheek. Again, she turns her face, and our
lips lock.

At this moment, I realize that I need to
think about this. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my first
date would go this far. What I said with ease about saying no to
sex is not simple now. Having the person you like smiling back at
you and enjoying your petting makes it very difficult to say no.
Now, I understand why many people believe in this fantasy called
love. I do not know when she will tell me to stop. If I stop, it
will not be good for the relationship because she will feel
embarrassed. My concern is that I do not want her to get pregnant.
Condoms are only 90% efficient. It has never crossed my mind to buy
a condom because every girl in my past has rejected me. What do I
do now?

Sara interrupts me to answer my worries. Her
pupils are dilated and filled with ecstasy. Her smile spreads from
ear to ear as she opens the drawer in the nightstand. She gets a
packaged condom out of the drawer. I am so glad that I did not say
anything. I hope I don't become the 10% of people whose condoms
rip. Why is everything in life not 100% effective?

She hops back to bed; we resume the
passionate encounter. First, pulling down her pajama pants reveals
a white embroidered panty and a pair of beautifully thick legs. My
hands caress her right thigh up and down. I pull down her panty, my
pants, and my briefs, leaving me naked and erect. I rip off the
packaging to place the condom on me. Her legs open slightly. I
survey the terrain to feel an area where depth exists. My organ
sinks into her body's most intimate portion. The deeper it goes
into the cylinder, the more pleasure I feel. Next, I lay on top of
her body, face to face. Her voluptuous breasts provide a soft
cushion for my chest. I place my elbows on the bed, right under her
armpits. She massages firmly my back as I kiss her cheeks
continuously.

When I hump her, my brain reaches a whole new
level of numbness. My heart rate rises. Thrusting back and forth
slowly inside of her gives me immense and indescribable pleasure.
The instinct to stop does not exist; it feels too addicting.
Hearing her melodic soft moaning right next to my ear excites me
even more. Her nails dig softly on my back. The moistness inside
her makes my organ slippery during my back and forth motions.
Kissing her on the cheek becomes difficult. The intense pleasure
makes me more lightheaded.

As the pleasure inside me intensifies, I
accelerate the thrusting motion to increase the pleasure. I feel a
warm and burning sensation in my organ. I thrust it with more vigor
and intensity. Finally, I feel a volcanic eruption of liquid from
the tip, and the pleasure and erection diminishes slowly.

Looking at her face, I discover that she
shows no signs of achieving an orgasm. She longs for more. She is
not close to having one. Unfortunately, I do not have the urge to
continue because I am sexually satisfied. I thought Luis was making
things up when he said that he masturbated before having sex so he
would last longer in bed. My sexual experience felt kind of short
of what I was expecting. I want her to remember this moment with
full satisfaction. I made fun of people who had oral stimulation.
Now, this is the only option I have. A man has to do what a man has
to do. Great, I am thinking like them now. Damn you Luis, Juan, and
Justin.

Slowly, I proceed to give her oral pleasure.
First, I detach my torso from hers, enjoying the feeling when my
hot and sticky skin detaches from her sticky skin. I am on my knees
on her bed. My lips kiss her belly. I continue to go downward. Sara
looks at me in a state of surprise. She giggles. Next, she
yells.

"Jimmy, what are you doing down there!" I
suck her hood and the lips at the entrance of the cylinder.
"Jimmy...no. Are you crazy? No, why...ah...oh my...ah! Oh, yeah!
Don't stop!"

She becomes uninhibited when the pleasure I
give her increases. She moans loudly as I lick her as if she is the
most delicious ice cream. Her hands grab and pull my hair. She
releases the grip of my hair to cover her face. Her warm and sweaty
legs squeeze my face. Next, she uncovers her face to grab and
squeeze her gorgeously round breasts. Her body twists and turns in
extreme pleasure. Her legs loosen up the squeeze on my face. My
moist hands finger and stroke her inside towards the top wall of
the cylinder. I look at her with her closed eyes willfully lying
there on the bed. She fans her face with an envelope.

As her moans get louder, she strongly grips
both sides of the pillow under her head. She is consumed by extreme
pleasure, nearing the orgasm. I have never seen a woman mentioning
the Lord's name in vain so many times. A liquid eruption bursts
from the cylinder's entrance. It wets my hands and part of the bed.
She is surprised, ecstatic, out of breath, and a little ashamed.
When she sits up, I grab her by the shoulders. I push her down
against the bed because I do not want her to feel dirty or immoral.
I tell her, "You are the most beautiful woman in the world." I suck
and kiss her lips while lying on top of her. After we finish
kissing, she worries about the wet bed.

"Don't worry. Tomorrow, we fix it, Sara."

"Jimmy, it is all wet. Look at your
hand."

"Don't worry. Tomorrow, we'll see. I want you
in my arms all night long. I do not want to detach myself from you
until sunset."

"You so crazy sometimes." She giggles softly,
resting her head on my shoulder.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"I can't believe you are asking me after all
that happened tonight." We laugh and fall asleep cuddled up.

Chapter 3

Having a girlfriend changes my life. It
alters how I feel about myself. Throughout my life, I always felt
like a random soul that was born into the wrong culture. I longed
to be born into a society where marriages are arranged. This would
help me avoid the anxiety of selling myself as the ideal boyfriend.
I felt like an alien so much that my favorite superhero is
Superman. I felt more in common with Superman, a fictional human
alien, than with my friends. The moment when Sara and I made love
together turned my world upside down. It makes me question my
beliefs about love.

The next afternoon, I wake up late to take a
bath. Sara has a white bathtub in her bathroom. As I wash the soap
and shampoo off myself, she unexpectedly opens the pink shower
curtains. It isn't only to take a peek. She steps inside the
bathtub with me. She stands very provocatively in the nude. Her
face is amazing even without makeup. We look at each other in the
eyes. Our feet are well planted to avoid slipping in the bathtub.
The showerhead underneath us wets us with a soothing rainfall. Her
wet hair makes her look more beautiful.

"Sara, what are you doing here naked?" I have
never seen big breasts so beautiful in front of me, besides last
night.

"Now, you are scared of seeing me naked? You
weren't so shy last night." She stands elegantly by putting both
hands on her hips.

"No. I am okay with you being here with me."
If she wants to bathe with me, I am not going to say no.

"Why are you just standing there? Aren't you
going to wash me?"

"Wash you? I didn't know you were that
lazy."

"Well, Jimmy. I am preparing you for the
future when I become old and crippled."

"Really? If I become old and crippled, am I
on my own?"

"I'll wash you when the time comes."

"Okay."

Turning her back to me, Sara whips her hair
at my face before I wash her. I rub the bar of soap to create foam.
My soaped hands caress softly her neck and throat. My hands massage
her shoulders in circular motions. I spread the soap's foam all
over her back in different motions: circular, horizontal, and
vertical. Next, I clean the entire surface area of both butt
cheeks, including underneath. On my knees, I clean her thighs and
legs front and back. Later, I raise both of her arms to clean her
arms and armpits. My hands rub her lovely breasts in circular
motions. I lift her breasts upward to clean underneath them. I
place the soap bar in between her breasts to clean more of her
chest.

"Jimmy, why are you taking so long cleaning
my boobies? I think they are clean already." She grabs my
hands.

"I am making sure they are very clean okay.
Forgive me for trying to do a good soap job." I laugh.

I clean her hair and head. I pour a huge
amount of shampoo on my hand. I rub my shampooed hands all over her
hair. I ensure every hair follicle is soaped. The tips of my
fingers rub her scalp firmly to get rid of any dandruff. There
aren't any visible flakes. Next, I target the showerhead to wash
her head. All the shampoo washes off.

After we exit the bathroom, we get ready to
go out. I put yesterday's clothes back on. She wears a red square
neck blouse and a black short. I adore the way she dresses and
walks with pride, chin raised, showcasing her long elegant neck. We
eat cereal and milk. Her brand of cereal is very delicious.

At a nearby mall, Sara goes shoe shopping
with me despite her expansive shoe collection. She has so many
shoes in her closet. I only have two pairs of sneakers and one pair
of dress shoes. She asks me if I want to buy something at the mall.
I answer, "No." I sit down at a shoe store. I watch Sara test out
the shoes there. She asks for my opinion. I tell her, "Choose what
you like best." She gives me a mean look. She is not satisfied with
my answer. Over an hour later of trying different footwear, she
picks purple high-heeled shoes and brown sandals.

After Sara is done shopping, we stop by a
fast-food restaurant to dine in. I choose a burger, fries, and
soda. She chooses to eat a salad and soda. Dining in, we eat and
start talking about us again.

"I see you were bored, Jimmy. I told you to
buy something for yourself." She hasn't smiled in a while.

"No, I wasn't bored. Why do you say I was
bored?" Yes, I was a little bored I said to myself.

"You were sitting there with a serious look
on your face when I was trying out shoes." She tells me with a
frown on her face.

"I do tend to have a serious face most of the
time. It is the only face I have." I tell her pointing to my
face.