The Emancipation of Shania

Happy Beginning

Shania's POV

My first date with Caleb was awesome. He was really charming. I had my reasons for not getting to close to him in college, but now there was nothing holding me back. He was quite attractive in our college days, but now, Caleb looked like an airbrushed picture of a model. God should have struck me down for friend-zoning this guy 5 years ago. His dark brown, almost black hair was set in a stylish cut, not a strand out of place. The picture-perfect cut framed a well-defined, face with skin that had the appearance of a perfect mild tan – not dark, but not pale. He had the straightest whitest teeth I had ever seen. I still find myself wondering if it’s all real. What held most of my attention, though, were his sinfully full, rosy pink lips. God, those lips always looked moist, but I hadn’t ever noticed him licking them.

I was only too happy to let him kiss me on our first date. He didn’t disappoint. He did lick his lips right before he placed them on my lips, and I felt a rush of moisture to my other set of lips… he had tilted my chin up gently and pecked my lips softly at first, sending a shiver of anticipation down my neck and spine. He pecked my lips softly at first, considerately giving me enough space, and time to change my mind. I didn’t. He deepened the kiss, angling his head sideways, and pulling me closer to him by my shoulders. I wantonly pressed myself closer to him and moaned, as I wrapped my arms around his waist. He used the opportunity to insert his tongue into my mouth, and massaged my tongue and upper palate with the tip of his tongue.  That kiss had left me breathless, and aching low in my pelvis. I could tell he read the expression of excitement and arousal in my face, and he smiled sexily, knowingly, making his hazel eyes sparkle with mischief. How had I not seen him this way back in college? Oh, yeah! The other guy…

On our second date, his expert kissing had me so fired up, I knew there was no way we weren’t going to end up in bed later.  Caleb took me to his friends newly opened club, and, in between our energetic dancing ,we had a light dinner and drinks. I don’t even remember what I ate, or drank that night. By the time we got back to his place, we were tipsy. Well, I was tipsy, and Caleb was more than a little bit drunk.

We had barely entered his flat, when we started tearing off each others clothes, kissing hotly. Caleb tried to lift me at one stage, but always conscious of my weight, I stumbled purposely, and giggled, blaming it on the alcohol. He seemed to accept that and giggled cutely into my mouth. He squeezed my meaty buttocks, hard.

“Perfect, absolutely perfect”, he rasped.  I moaned in pleasure, pushing my pelvis toward him. 

“Hmm you taste so good baby! I can’t wait to taste the rest of you”. We were stopped just outside of his bedroom and he slid my bra straps off my shoulder, running his lips down my chin and neck, searching for my breasts. I quickly reached behind me and undid the loathsome clasp to give him better access.

He palmed my breast, lifting them with his thumbs, pressing them together and licked across both n*****s in one swipe. The unexpectedness of his action, made it sweeter. I groaned out a prolonged “Yes”. 

Caleb swayed, slightly as he alternated sucking one n****e at a time. Remembering we were tipsy, and not wanting the night to be ruined by an accident, I put my hand under his chin and forced his head up to me to kiss him hard, then pushed him impatiently into his bedroom. We were both mostly naked. I still had on my lacy pink panties, and Caleb was wearing socks. I was a little worried as a drunken Caleb walked backward toward his bed while still peppering my lips and face with kisses.

When the back of his legs met the bed he stopped, and wrapped his arms around me. He turned us around, at the same time lifting me by my ass. My wet, aching labia rubbed upward against his hard, hot, member. He flattened his palms on my ass, forcing it downward causing me to rub my now parted p***y lips down his shaft. He repeated this teasing motion at least two more times. His gaze still penetrated mine, even though his eyes were twinkling with inebriation. He looked so sexy!! My lips were parted and I was breathing heavily, in my arousal.

He bent his knees and lowered my ass to the edge of the bed, then stepped back to look down at me. He licked his lips and smiled, then leaned forward and pecked my lips The sensation had me buzzing with desire. He was drunk and restless, we kept changing positions. When he couldn’t keep up anymore, he collapsed on his back and said: “Ride my c**k, baby”. The shock of hearing dirty words from sweet Caleb’s sexy mouth spurred me on. I placed my palms on his chiseled abs and slid them upward, slowly from his abdomen to his hard chest. Seeing the drunken dreamy, aroused look in his eyes, I sped up my bucking and soon climaxed. I collapsed, sweating on his chest, satiated.  He was on the brink of snoring by then, and didn’t come, but that wasn’t my problem. His d**k was hard and I got off.

Just when I thought I would sidle off him and clean myself, I felt his fingers dig into my soft butt cheeks. What? He’s still awake? I was surprised, but a new wave of excitement swept through me.

“Where are you going, sexy girl? We’re not done!” 

Yeah, baby! I cheered in my mind knowing I was going to get more…..

“I told you I was going to taste all of you” He turned us around so he was on top, then slid down my body until he was kneeling on the floor. I suddenly didn’t feel so excited, or confident. He was going to put his head between my flabby thighs. Oh..no..no..noooo, I screamed in my mind. Then i felt Caleb's tongue swipe the length of my p***y lips, and my nervousness subsided. YES! He's drunk and wont remember my flabby thighs and stretch marks anyway, I consoled myself. 

He moaned into my s*x, and I latched onto the sensation from the vibration his voice caused, losing my coyness. I parted my thighs wider, and planted my heels behind his shoulders.

"Delicious, just as I expected". He thrust his tongue into me. My hips sprang up from the bed, as my toe tips pressed into his back. In and out, he f****d me with his tongue and i was soon riding a slow, intense wave. As the wave crested, I anticipated a powerful crash, but Caleb withdrew his tongue at just that moment. What the f**k? My eyebrows creased questioningly in frustration. In one quick movement, belying his drunken state, he stood up and pulled my legs over his shoulders, then buried his d**k in me in a single motion. That was all it took. I bucked once, and spasmed, pushing my hips into him as if he could go any deeper. Wave after wave of heat rushed throughout my body, and tiny lights flickered before my partly closed eyes. My mind was blank, at peace, for a few rare moments.

I felt him staring at me, as I tried to get my breathing under control. The clouds slightly cleared, and i started to become self conscious, seeing him staring at me. "You're beautiful", he declared smiling, then started to thrust slowly into me. It was sweet, gentle. I felt him tense up as he came. His hands slid up, under me,  from my hips to my shoulder, and he collapsed slowly onto me. 

I felt, rather than heard him laugh slowly. "I f****d Shania Collins!" he exclaimed. Feeling my surprise, he lifted his head and kissed me gently on my lips. "You were so worth the wait, babe!" He looked into my eyes and I melted a little. I knew Caleb had always had a crush on me. I was flattered by his humble declaration. I tightened my arms around him and pulled him closer, not wanting to steal any more of his pride. 

At that moment, I decided, although Caleb and I could ever be that story book great love story, I wanted to pursue this relationship with him. He deserved it, after his years of waiting.