Larry cleared his throat, “Perhaps I can get us some water.”
“Yes. Yes, that is a wonderful idea,” Jenna stuttered, “And can you point me to your bathroom?”
“Yes, just down the hall and to your left. I’ll be in the kitchen with the waters.”
~~~
Larry downed a small glass of water himself first before refilling it. He had a second glass ready for Jenna.
“Larry?” came a distant call from Jenna.
“Yes?” Larry replied.
He heard no response. He walked back toward the foyer, and as he did, he heard Jenna call to him again. Her voice seemed to be coming from up the spiral stairs. Larry laughed and shook his head.
“Are you lost?” Larry teased as he climbed the steps, “What are you doing upstairs? I do recall I said the bathroom was down the hall and to the left. Looks like I’m not the one who can’t hold their own. And you were doubting me!”
When Larry reached the top of the steps, he called out, “Now where have you lost yourself?”
“In here,” Jenna said.
Larry followed the sound of her voice.
“I’m sorry. The house is kind of a big maze. That’s my bedroom you’re in.”
Larry stood and gazed around his bedroom but couldn’t see Jenna.
“I know,” Jenna said from behind him.
Jenna had concealed herself behind the door.
“Oh there you-”
Larry wasn’t able to finish his sentence. Jenna stepped into him with authority, backing him up. Before he knew it, the back of his knees caught the edge of his bed and he fell onto the mattress on his back.
“Wait, Jenna. No, ” Larry said as Jenna climbed onto the bed too, her knees on either side of his body.
“I didn’t mean what happened down stairs,” Larry protested, “This isn’t what I wanted.”
Jenna ignored the protests and she leaned her head down to kiss Larry on his lips. He turned his head left and right trying to evade Jenna, but she kissed wherever she could land.
“You’re drunk. We’re both drunk and we’re not thinking clearly,” Larry continued to argue.
“I’m not drunk. You’re not drunk,” Jenna said flatly through her kisses.
Jenna set her left hand onto Larry’s chest and deployed it tactically down his body. Her hand located Larry’s manhood and he flinched at her touch. With a decisive clasp, Jenna seized his member and began to massage it. Larry groaned in an almost painful way, but Jenna knew she wasn’t hurting him in the slightest. In fact, quite the opposite was true as evidenced by the expanding she could feel in her hand.
“No, Jenna. I don’t want this,” Larry insisted.
“You do. And I do too.”
Jenna erected her back and lifted her head away from Larry’s face. While straddling Larry she sat her weight down onto Larry’s groin. She moved her pelvis like rolling waves, grinding her sex against his sex. Even through their clothes, Jenna could feel his heat, and it was growing evermore. Larry’s whimpers found no sympathy. Jenna threw her head back and indulged in the friction against her clitoris. She performed a dozen more repetitions and decided the time for polite pleasantries was over. She pushed herself off of Larry and stood up. This gave Larry a small window of time to collect himself. From the look of his furrowed brows Jenna knew he still intended to deny them both, but she was confident. She reached behind her neck with her right hand and with one expert maneuver, she unhooked the strap of her dress. Like a waterfall of gold her sequin dress fell to the floor. Jenna was certain no man could resist, not even a man with the rectitude of Larry. The furrow on Larry’s brow had weakened, and once Jenna doffed her thong, it all but dissolved. He had all the time and space now to get up and escape, but his body would not move. Instead, his body allowed Jenna to strip away his jacket and shirt. Despite the diminishing voice of reason making exhausted pleas to extricate himself, his body let the naked young woman throw off his shoes and socks, untie his belt, and pull away his pants and his briefs with them.
Larry remained unmoved, lying on his bed with his legs dangling off the side of his bed at the knees. The mattress sunk as Jenna climbed back onto the bed, her knees on either side of him. Jenna could see Larry’s eyes hypnotized by the swaying of her breasts as she moved into position. Again, her deft left hand gently re-stiffened Larry’s cock. Larry whimpered. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Jenna read his mind.
“I’m on the pill,” she reassured.
That’s what Jenna admired about Larry. Even now, his kindness and integrity remained. With the tip of her fingers on her right hand, she gently touched herself. Sure enough, she was already as wet as can be. Jenna moved up the bed further so their sexes aligned. Still holding Larry’s erection, she pressed his tip against her clitoris. Larry gasped. The touch sent a shiver up Jenna’s spine. From there, she traced Larry’s tip between her labia. She enjoyed the tickling sensation very much, and she could only imagine what Larry was feeling as he trembled. She traced the same line up and down several times, lubricating Larry with her wetness. She could wait no longer. She leaned forward, took aim, and lowered her body. She sheathed the head of Larry’s cock within herself. Larry exhaled in awe. Jenna lifted her body, uncovering Larry’s tip, then lowered again. She repeated that slowly. Each time the entry became more slick and she took more of Larry’s flesh. Jenna looked down to assess her progress and noted there was still more of his staff to swallow. Larry was a well endowed man. He was stretching Jenna already. She could only imagine his caliber in his youth. Jenna continued the springing motion, sinking lower and lower. She bit her lip and moaned. Eventually, she could sit her full weight down, his pubic hairs lovingly brushing against her shaven pussy. The depth and reach of every coming together dazed her with pleasure.
“Put your hands on me,” Jenna invited, “You can touch me anywhere.”
Larry was apprehensive, laying frozen and still not allowing himself to fully relish in this opportunity. Jenna grabbed his hands and planted them on her hips. She rode Larry even harder, wanting him to feel her pelvic motions. His groans were pleasing to Jenna’s ears. She then made her next move to seduce Larry out of his self-restraint. Leaning forward, she dangled her breasts in Larry’s face. Her plump breasts glanced across his cheeks and nose as they swayed to the motions of her riding. For a brief moment, Jenna thought she felt Larry’s lips against her breasts. Moments later, she felt it again and was sure.
“What do you want, Larry?” Jenna asked in a sultry voice, “You want my tits? You can have them Larry, but you have to take me.”
Jenna could hear the turmoil in Larry’s panting.
“Make me yours.”
Jenna yelped in surprise as Larry’s arms wrapped around her upper back and greedily pulled her down, smothering himself with her breasts. A smile emerged momentarily on Jenna’s face to celebrate her victory. She could feel Larry’s lips kissing her breasts. There was a crescendo in her moaning when Larry found her right nipple. She could feel his tongue lapping against it. She yelped in surprise again when Larry suddenly started thrusting upward into her. That Larry was finally reciprocating in the lovemaking turned her on so much.