a little explosion: pt. 3

setting: back to the previous saturday evening -- a continuation of pt. 1.

please note: the details provided in this post are of a graphic sexual nature. do not read if you are not interested in reading such material.

i feel rather apprehensive about publishing this sort of thing on my blog. but thanks to supportive comments from others who have seen just how explicit i can be in telling stories, such as darling jade darling and awesome wine country law mom and quite a few others, i'm going to go ahead and put this story out there (thanks, dudes, for giving me the courage i now have ;) ). just make sure you read pt. 1 first for a gander of where i initially left off with this story.

and yes, for some reason, it totally made sense, at least initially, to do all the time-jumping in telling this story.

:-T

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to compensate for my fear of letting dimples down again, i flipped dimples onto her back. now i was in charge and let her be the one to enjoy herself. i heard her laughing faintly as i changed our positions, but she let me maneuver her so that i could top her.

i reared up on my knees beside her so that i could look down at her. her body was all laid out before me. my eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness by this time, and i could see her body, a dark mass against her white bed covering, unabashedly naked and receptively waiting for me to make my move.

i reached out to massage her thighs. her skin was smooth and soft and warm. i then moved her legs apart so that i could position myself between them. i could feel her watching my every move, patiently waiting, letting me do whatever i wanted to her.

i began raining kisses all over her where i could reach -- her face, her lips, her neck. i then moved down to kiss and suck on her breasts; dimples is like me and has very sensitive nipples. it did not take very many nips and teasing with my tongue for each one to harden and cause her to start moaning uncontrollably.

eventually, i made my way down even further, down to her crotch. it was shaved, as usual. i kissed all around it, kissing her inner thighs, the top of her pelvic bone, her hips. it drove her crazy. she began thrusting her hips up. i sucked on one of her outer labia and let my lips accidentally brush her clit. she groaned.

that was my cue: i then licked her slit slowly and purposefully, from her vaginal opening to the top of her clit.

dimples' clit is easy to find. it is small and round, shaped just like a pearl, and virtually shines luminously in the dark, especially after i give it a cursory lick. when i began to tongue her, i did so delicately, almost contemplatively.

i have a signature approach every time i go down on a girl, i suppose. i just like to take my time. i like to draw out each response from her throat in a rather methodical, thoughtful way. every motion of my tongue against the sensitive areas of her crotch is one that i want to draw the maximum amount of sensation and pleasure. i also vary my moves. i like to change it up, starting with long slow licks up the length of her crotch with the blade of my tongue, then transitioning to a nice fluttering movement of my tongue on her clit. then a swirl of my tongue in languid movements as i suck the clit into my mouth. and then it begins again, although not necessarily in that order.

it is only when she starts to really get into it and gets to the point where she is aware of nothing else in the world than my mouth on my crotch that i then begin to take the sounds issuing from her throat and the movements of her body into account in my movements and let them dictate the pace. i let her control the journey her physical sensations take and when she wants to come.

cunnilingus truly is, in a way, an art form.

dimples is great at giving me verbal feedback when i go down on her. seriously, the things she says gives me such a thrill. she is just such an honest chick -- and it's one of the things i appreciate about her. so when dimples began getting into the groove of things, the sounds and words issuing from her mouth began to exhilarate me. she also groaned my name a few times, and it was a guttural sound, as if it were being wrenched from her.

i love hearing my name during moments like that. it tells me that she is aware of me and only me; she is conscious only of my mouth right there, at that moment in time, working fastidiously on her crotch, and nothing else exists in the world in her mind at that point.

when she started to come, she began heaving her hips higher and more adamantly in the air and began sliding up on the bed. i followed suit with her movements, keeping my lips around her clit and my tongue continuing to swirl on it, wanting to maintain the sensations until i had wrenched every last vaginal pulse. even after she stopped, i continued kissing and sucking on her labia until she told me, laughing exhaustedly, to "stop" and "come here."

i rose up to lay next to her, and we wrapped our arms around each other. i rested my head on her shoulder, and she began playing with my hair. my hair has grown a bit longer than i'd like, growing several inches past my shoulders.

we rested for a while like this, and i was close to falling asleep when dimples began to stir. her hands moved on my body, and she propped herself up so that she could roll on top of me. her body was nice and warm against mine, and it pressed down upon me from torso to toe. and then her mouth moved on top of mine and we began kissing again. our kisses gradually grew from slow and searching to devouring and hungry. her hands started roaming my body again.

i let myself lay back and enjoy, so to speak. her hands on my skin thrilled me. her mouth sucking on my breasts made me delirious. her fingers finding the warm wetness of my crotch sent a thrill throughout my body. and her tongue making that first contact with my clit turned me into a shameless hussy.

but yes, it happened again.

i didn't come.

she tongued me for a while. and i enjoyed it the sensations. but it was not enough to get me off. and her mouth soon got tired.

so eventually she brought herself up to my level and asked me, "dude. what the fuck?" i knew from her tone that she was annoyed as hell. but her arms going around me softened the anxiety that i felt rising in me.

it was totally embarrassing on my part. "you were doing good," i assured her. "i just don't know what's wrong with me."

"anyone else would have had an orgasm from that by now," she said with disbelief.

"i know -- i'm sorry," i said apologetically.

"what am i doing wrong?" she asked.

"nothing," i responded.

"no, tell me," she insisted. "i really want to know!"

"well," i began. i'd been toying with a theory from the past week, and it seemed like this would be a good time to share the theory with her, now that she was asking for feedback. "maybe it would help if you put your fingers inside me, too."

"really?" she asked. she was being earnest.

"yeah," i said. "i kind of like having that kind of sensation, too."

so we did that.

and it felt amazing.

it made me begin to act even more like a brazen hussy.

but then . . . .

again, nothing happened.

no shirt.

no shoes.

no service.

no orgasm.

there were points along the way, while she was simultaneously tonguing me and fucking me steadily with her fingers, that i totally got into it.

but still, nothing that enabled me to find the release i (and she) so desperately wanted to achieve.

eventually, dimples stopped all her movements and threw herself on the bed away from me.

we just lay there.

my legs were there all spread wide open.

i felt at a loss.

and dimples was frustrated.

we began having a quiet discussion about it. "what am i doing wrong? i want to know!" she said. and i would say earnestly, "nothing! you're doing great. i just don't know. but i'm sorry!"

but eventually, the discussion heated up. "you need to talk to me and be honest! i don't want you to hide your feelings with me the way you do with princess. tell me what's going on!"

that is a summary of her statements. but she was also berating me. she even said, "i think you like guys." when i made a sound of astonishment that she would think such a thing of me, she was all, "well, what the hell do you want me to think? you just asked me to fuck you with my fingers! i don't need something inside me to be able to get off!" i was all, "hell no! no! not even!" i was aghast that she would think such a thing.

nonetheless, all the other berating and castigating she engaged in made me feel guilty. i understood her concerns, but i had no answers. plus, it was, by that time, probably 2 a.m., and i was getting tired. i didn't know why she would not just let it go and let me sleep and let us have the discussion about it later. also, when i feel someone's berating me, i just tend to shut up anyway, even if i end up frustrated or mad as hell. my instinct during such times is to get overly conscious of propriety, and i do not want to say anything reactionary that i may end up regretting.

so i just shut up.

this only infuriated dimples (did i mention she is a hot-tempered mexican chick? :-T). and she turned up her vocab a notch or two to the point where i decided i was not going to have anymore of it and began getting up to look for my clothes.

"what are you doing?" she said, sitting up in bed.

i didn't say anything.

she began apologizing in a softened tone. but when i continued on with my movements and attempts to find my clothes, she finally lost her temper completely. she jumped out of bed. "you better think twice!" she snapped at me. "if you leave, you better think twice about you're doing!"

that stopped me in my tracks. it was a threat. and i didn't like it.

there she was, giving me an ultimatum, after having lectured me non-stop in bed about all my issues, i.e., inability to communicate. like, what am i -- twelve? was it really so wrong of me to want to leave at a time when things had boiled over like that, just because i hadn't had a fucking orgasm ever with her? so not only did she want to yell at me and lecture me as if i were just a bratty kid, but now she was going to give me an ultimatum to boot?

so i just kind of stopped all movement and stared at her. i guess she saw that as me trying to continue to be unresponsive to her. and i have to admit i was. but only because i was so damned tired and didn't want to be yelled at anymore. so she said, "fine." she began trying to get dressed to and started to ignore me.

now that began to bother me. i probably realized at that moment that i preferred her to yell at me than to give up on me altogether. and so i dropped everything and went to her and put my arms around her. i didn't know if she would respond to my hug, and at first she didn't. but then she put her arms around me, too.

"i'm sorry," i told her, my mouth muffled against her hair. "i'm sorry. i don't know why i am how i am. and i don't have any answers as to why i'm like this. but i'm just sorry."

she was still kinda pissed, though. we went and laid back down on the bed. but she was still upset by what she saw as my lack of communication. my tendency to hide my emotions.

it is probably true. but only in a way. i'm good at speaking my mind when i have a notion to share. i'm good at speaking my mind on behalf of other people.

but i really am not good at sharing my feelings.

writing/blogging about them are one thing.

:)

but verbalizing them are an utterly different matter.

it's just hard.

for some reason, i think have this innate belief that my feelings and emotions should be subservient to those of others.

it is probably a quality i've gotten/learned from my mom.

no one has ever asked me to put my feelings first, for my own sake. instead, either explicitly or implicitly, it's always been the reverse; i've had to subvert my own emotions for the sake of others.

and now here dimples was, asking me to verbalize my feelings at the drop of a hat and be honest about them. at 2 o' clock in the morning, no less!

but i did my best. we had a talk. dimples said that i had to see it from her point of view; she was embarrassed. she felt that there was something wrong with her, with how she was doing things. "i'm not as experienced as you," she said, "so you need to tell me." i did my best to be reassuring, but at the same time, i knew she wasn't buying my words.

ultimately, we began cuddling and being physically affectionate again. and it was not long before i was parting her thighs to fuck her with my mouth again. i could tell, when she came again, that this second orgasm was more intense than the first one had been. when she calmed down, she groaned to me, as she had done a week before after we had fucked, "no fair!"

just like at the time before, i knew this time that she was again referring to the fact that i had gotten her to have an orgasm but that she hadn't yet gotten me to that point herself. it made me chuckle to hear her say it again.

the lower half of my face was all wet when i lifted myself up from between her legs. i wiped the moisture off my face and moved on top of her. we kissed slowly, and she hugged me with both her arms and her legs.

we lay there for a while.

disaster had been avoided.

but the issue was far from over.

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to be continued . . . .

(i think . . . . )