True Love behind Fake Date

Chapter 4: A Gift

Jasmine blinked at him in surprise, more than a little taken aback. It had been going so well.

He didn't offer any explanation and left her to have to question him.

"Whats wrong? Did I do something wrong?" She didn't really understand. It seemed like he'd been having fun with it, even taking some liberties which she'd allowed.

"I need a break. I kinda went a bit overboard and stopped myself before it went too far." He needed her to understand how this was affecting him before things got out of hand.

"What do you mean too far?"

She hadn't really thought very far ahead, she hadn't even considered the idea of whether this would lead to her having s*x for the first time. Honestly, she kept getting caught up in the carnal urges she was experiencing, so much so that she was giving in to them completely.

" There's no other way to say it... I'm literally rock hard right now and..." he sighed before continuing, "and this is driving me to the brink of ripping your pants off and taking you right now."

Jasmine's face became a dark shade of red as realization dawned on her over his implication. When she didn't say anything, he continued.

"I'm just showing you the basics, but I'm also human. I don't know if you're really ready to have s*x, or even if I should be the one you should do it with."

They were both silent as she contemplated what he said. She was twenty years old and this was the most sexually active she'd ever been in her life. But if asked if this was really what she wanted... then yes. She'd lived under the shadow of her shyness for too long.

"I get what you're saying and honestly, I need to do it, if only to get over the wall of shyness I've built up. At least this way I'm in a safe environment with someone I trust, and this is strictly a learning experience, right?" She meant it. No longer would she play hide and seek with her sexuality.

Not sure whether he was happy or upset by this, he took his time to think it through. After a few minutes he made his decision. He would do as she wanted, she meant a lot to him and as much as it pained him, he understood the benefit of her doing this in a safe and trusting environment.

"If that's what you want, then I'm in." No further discussion necessary, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up, making his way to the bedroom as he carried her along.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"I think a bed might be more comfortable for the next lesson." He carried her with ease and couldn't help but smile as her eyes grew wide in wonder.

Her whole body felt electric, anticipation was building up and her stomach was filled with butterflies. This was it, but she had no idea of what she was in for.

The bed bounced a little under her as Mike plopped her down. He quickly pulled his shirt off and stood leaning over her. The way he looked at her made her tingle and throb between her legs.

Leaning down and supporting himself over her, she looked up at him in anticipation, her heart hammering away within. He leaned in and started at her neck once more, kissing and nibbling, stopping briefly to blow at it. He pushed her shirt up with one hand as he supported himself with the other.

He worked his way down to her collar bone, taking pleasure in the soft moans that escaped her. Jasmine's shirt was pushed all the way up and his hand was now fondling her breasts. Her mind wandered to the clip they had watched with the sensual massage. She couldn't help but wonder if the woman had felt the same as she did right now.

Her body felt light as air as she felt his lips touch the skin of her chest, then her breast and finally, he pulled her bra away and his lips reached her n*****s.

As he took her n****e into his mouth, her body arched in unexpected ecstasy. 'Was it supposed to feel this good?' she thought to herself.

His mouth gave each n****e a fair turn, running his tongue over and around as they hardened under stimulation. She was a lot more sensitive than previous girls she'd been with, but considering this was her first experience, it was to be expected. He was loving her sensitivity.

With his hand now unoccupied, he slid it under her thigh and up between her legs. She shivered at the sensation. Her own hands were touching her sides and, without realizing it, her hand had snaked its way down between her legs and she was rubbing at herself, breathing unevenly.

Mike stopped suddenly and pushed himself upright, leaving Jasmine to hop and pray he wasn't going to say the safe word again. Instead, his fingers quickly undid her shorts and pulled them off along with her underwear, leaving her exposed. Taking the hint, she quickly lost her shirt and bra.

She leaned back on her elbows but kept her knees together, still a little shy to let him see everything. Mike placed his hands on his knees and gently pushed them apart. She did not resist, she wanted him to touch her and feel her body, every inch of it.

It became immediately evident that he was a little surprised that she was very well groomed. He had tried to hide it but she'd caught the look on his face and smiled up at him, "Don't look so shocked, personal hygiene is important, you know."

He shook his head and laughed softly, she was just full of surprises.

"So what now?"

"It's time I return the favour." Hands still on her knees he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

His first thought was how long she would last, his second was how good she looked and, lastly, how tight she was going to be.

Kneeling down before the bed, he could just see how wet and swollen she was already, it looked inviting, soft and moist. He took hold of her legs just above her buttocks and pushed her legs further apart.

He didn't wait long before jumping in. Using his thumb, he gently touched her c**t, she made an almost inaudible sound but was clearly enjoying it. He proceeded to stroke at her in small circular motions, slowly and deliberately.

"Oh God!" She whispered.

"Should I stop?" He asked, pulling his hand away.

"No... please... don't stop." She found it hard to form the words, all her focus was drawn to her exposed slit.

That was all he needed, his finger went back to its duty, a few moments later his lips closed over her c**t. His tongue barely touched it but it was almost enough to send her over the edge. He licked her gently at first, making every movement slow, teasing her and using her sensitivity to his advantage.

Once he was satisfied that he was on the right track, he poised his fingertip at her opening, gently pushing against it. She was extremely wet and slippery and his finger slid in with ease. She was so tight and he could feel the throb within.

Jasmine could not explain the feelings she had, she could barely think straight as her body responded so quickly, she was so close to climaxing the moment he slid his finger inside her but had been practicing on herself. She felt like she lost control with the moaning that escaped her.

His licking quickly evolved as he sucked and nibbled at her, pushing his finger deeper and deeper. He was sure to be gentle pushing his finger inside so as not to hurt or overwhelm her, but as he was nearing full insertion she thrust herself toward him forcing it in as deep as it could go.

This was a sign that she wanted it badly. His nimble tongue was working its way up and down her slit making her tilt her head back and moan loudly. His finger working back and forth rhythmically.

She was enveloped in pleasure as a warmth spread through her body.

Grabbing handfuls of Mike's bedspread, she cried out as he his finger curled up inside her to stroke at her G-spot.

"Yes, Oh YES!"

On the edge of climax, her body seemed to go cold and then warm, her scalp tingled as her orgasm started to take shape. Mike instinctively knew by her body language she was close. He sped up just a little and kept his pace.

Unsurprisingly, she tasted as good as he had anticipated and her moans fueled him to give her the ultimate gift.

It felt like an explosion of pure pleasure had gone off within her as she reached her climax. Mike took his cue and sped up to the point of cramping up. It paid off in a big way.

As the wave of her first orgasm started to subside and he sped up, she was gripped in a second wave.

"Oh f**k! I'm coming!" she was out of breath from moaning, but it was a feeling like no other, she felt it necessary to call out, to share the bliss she was feeling.

Mike retracted his finger before his tongue, satisfied with his handiwork. The cramp he felt in his hand was well worth it. It was lucky she was so sensitive, it made a multiple orgasm that much easier.

She stayed down, her chest heaving, trying to catch her breath. Mike flopped down next to her and crossed his arms behind his head. His own breathing was a little laboured.

"Wow... Just... wow..." Words escaped her, she felt hazy and dumbstruck, not really sure how to respond.

"I'll be honest, I doubt you'll find too many guys that do that." He knew it was no secret that some guys either avoided it entirely or didn't do it very well. He couldn't really think why, he enjoyed every second of doing that for every woman he had been with.

" That's a shame because that was better than I could have ever imagined it." She had shut her eyes, savoring the throbbing sensation that still lingered.

They both lay there in silence for a short while, contemplating what had just happened. Both of them content and satisfied.

"So how about another movie? A better one this time hopefully." Mike was tired out, it had been a very eventful few hours.

"Sounds great."

"I'll make us some popcorn and drinks while you get some clothes on." He got up and made his way to the door but stopped at the threshold to take a last good look.

She had caught him looking as he was walking out and received a wink from him in return.

Once dressed, she found him in the living room already waiting, popcorn and remote at the ready. The movie was queued up and ready to start. She made herself comfortable next to him and made sure to grab the bowl of popcorn before he finished it off.

"Lets do this!" Mike pressed play, eager to start the movie and maybe distract himself from the intrusive thoughts of himself having his way with his best friend.