Hot Loser Mike

Unfortunately in our excited state, I hadn’t really thought about shutting off my alarm from the day before and we were woken up by the sound of the alarm beeping at 9 AM. I was shocked out of sleep and shut it off within three seconds. As I snuggled back down into my bed, my mind slowly registered the man next to me. He was already awake, and smiling at me, a tender look upon his face as he regarded my grumpy morning eyes. “Good morning beautiful” he murmured.

I smiled briefly back at him, not wanting to open my mouth, knowing that my morning breath has been known to kill small rodents and birds. He went to kiss me, but I stopped him with what I hoped was a sensual gesture, a finger pressed against his lips. I may have loved him, but no one should have to face that. I tried to indicate “one minute” to him and I got out of our warm bed (mmm, OUR warm bed) and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. He bounded out of bed with me, and came along, pulling a toothbrush from his jacket pocket.

I raised an eyebrow at him as we went into the bathroom together. He shrugged, “You never know when you are going to need your toothbrush.” I laughed at this and we brushed our teeth together, watching each other in the mirror. His slightly scratchy beard from the night before had become slightly more than that during the night and he had dents in his cheek from the pillow. I knew my shirt was completely askew, my bra hanging out, my nicely-straightened hair mostly frizzed, tear stains still on my cheeks, toothpaste foam spilling out of my mouth as though I was a rabid raccoon, and still he looked at me as though I was beautiful. He was always beautiful, and that was still obvious, but the fact that he still thought I was beautiful in the morning warmed me to the core. I finally spat and rinsed, and there in the bathroom, I kissed him.

“Good morning Mike.” He was so adorable that I just had to kiss him again. And then we both ran to the bathroom and went.

That’s not too sexy, but you know you would do the same thing if you had fallen asleep without having peed. And anyway, this story isn’t really about sexy perfect people (i.e. me). It’s about real people doing real things; like having bad morning breath and having to pee.

We went back to my room and I lay back down on the bed, expecting Mike to follow suit. He stopped next to my bed and surveyed my body, still in my obscenely crushed outfit from the night before. He stood there and gazed at me for so long that I started to feel uncomfortable under his intense eyes. “What?” I demanded.
“Nothing, I just wanted to look at you.” He got down on the bed and knelt so that one knee was between mine and one was not. “Oh and then I wanted to kiss you.”

“Did you?” I asked sensually, pulling him down for the kiss.

“Mm hmm.”

He kissed me gently on the lips, sweetly at first, but then I couldn’t help it, and I didn’t want to. I deepened the kiss, sucking on his lower lip, and then fencing my tongue with his, both of us vying for dominance. His hands went under my shirt, playing with the skin on my sides, causing my nipples to harden as he touched me everywhere but on my breasts. I began to suck on his neck, desperate for something to do with myself as he sent shiver after shiver through me. I pulled my shirt off, just so that he would have easier access. I needed him to touch me, desired him beyond words. He ran his hands gently over my breasts, still in the confines of my bra. He smiled a bit when he felt the nipples harden under his fingers. Mike lowered his face so that he could bury himself between my warm creamy breasts, kissing the spot where they parted, completely captivated.

Reaching under my body, he skillfully unhooked my bra and slowly pulled it off, as though unveiling something magnificent. I couldn’t think of the last time anyone had looked at me like that, as though they just couldn’t get enough of me. He ran his hand down from my throat, between my breasts, along my stomach, my skin responding with goose bumps. I lifted up his shirt and pulled it over his head, wanting to touch his skin, taste him. I was astonished at the physical perfection of his body; I had never seen anything like this in real life, not to mention having a man like that touching me. It seemed completely unreal, like a cartoon. His stomach was tight with trying to control his excitement, the muscles as defined as I had never thought possible without being terrifying. I let my fingers wander over his stomach, moving around to his back where the same kind of rippling perfection was found.

“You’re perfect” I whispered into his ear, incredulous.

He shook his head derisively as he cupped one breast in his hand, stroking the tip with his thumb. “I’m far from perfect. You on the other hand,” he smacked a kiss on my stomach “are perfect.” and another “You are so soft” another “and feminine” oh god, was he touching me? “and delicious.”

He ran a finger along my slit through the thin pants I wore. I knew I was already wet, but I liked the smile that spread across his face when he found that he could feel the wetness through my pants and underwear. “You just have that kind of effect on me, what can I say?”

Mike didn’t say anything but he kissed in between my legs through the material. I was surprised, but it made me hot. I moaned a little to tell him that it was ok to touch me there. Mike started to peel down my pants, revealing black lacy seamless underwear and the sound he made when he saw me naked except for that lacy bit of cloth was just… delectable. He reached a hand into his pants to readjust himself a bit, uncomfortably tight in there all of a sudden. But then, with a sharp intake of breath, he pulled them down over my legs and his tongue was immediately in me. Never in my whole life had I felt anything like this. Mike licked the whole slit slowly and deliberately and first and then began to flick at my clit, making me spaz out like I was being tortured. Which I was. But in a good way. I gasped when he inserted one finger into my tunnel—I’d never had that happen before and it felt wonderful, slipping along my slick folds. I heard him slurp at the juices that were trickling out of me, his day old beard scratching me so tantalizingly that I could hardly take it. And then I shattered against his mouth, overcome with pleasure, crying out his name in ecstasy.

Licking his lips to get all the flavor in his mouth, Mike kicked off his pants and lay down beside me and cradled me in his arms, while I panted and shivered, still in the throes of that orgasm. I could feel him poking against me, and I certainly planned to take care of that, but for the moment, all I could do was breathe and let him hold me.

“Oh Mike,” I breathed into his ear, my eyes closed, still trembling.

He crushed me against him and it felt perfect, his hard body so gentle with mine. His erection grew against me and he shifted uncomfortably at the prolonged contact. I moved away from a little and looked at him, so cute in his marvin-the-martian boxers and full hard on poking through. Feeling revived I stroked a hand gently against his dick and was rewarded with a choked moan. He closed his eyes, too aroused for words. I straddled him and kissed my way from his lips, down his happy trail, to the top of his boxers. I let the tip of my tongue wander underneath the elastic, as my hands gently pulled them down. I left little airy kisses all the way down the top of the shaft, over the head, and back down the underside. He moaned again, deep in his throat and he grabbed the top of my head and laced his fingers in my hair. I licked the underside of the shaft like a popsicle and finally took the head in my mouth. Mike sighed my name as my tongue swirled over the head and I played with his balls. Then I bent my head and concentrated on taking as much of him into my mouth as I could and did passably well for my first attempt at deepthroating. He apparently thought so too because all of a sudden I felt his balls seize up and his breath caught in his throat and he came in a great rush. I caught most of his cum in my mouth, but some dripped down onto my chin. As he softened, I cleaned him up by sucking on the head once or twice more.

Mike pulled me over him and licked away the leftover come on my face, making an odd face as he tasted himself on me. Then he kissed me so deeply and thoroughly that I ran out of air, and still I kept kissing him, our tongues moving roughly over each other and our teeth scraping together. He flipped over so that he was on top and he began to dry hump me, me naked, him having just pulled on his boxers again. It was an exquisite experience as I could feel all of him through his boxers. I wanted him inside me more than anything, but I was scared. I had never been with anyone before, and as much as I wanted him, I didn’t want to move too fast, even if I did love him. I knew I couldn’t stop if we didn’t stop now.

I could hardly breathe. “Mmmike--” I croaked out.

“Yes my darling?” He changed his pace from hard and fast to slow and sinuous.

“I… I’m not sure how far I want to go…” My face flushed. We had done just about everything but.

A brief look of pain flashed across his face, but he obliged me and lay down next to me again, panting heavily, his erection out of his boxers now, the head purple by now, slick with precum. He tried to look calm, but finally he shrugged and asked me to wait a second while he relieved himself. It was about two seconds before he came into a tissue. He tossed into the garbage can and then came back.

He kissed me first, before I could say anything and ran his hand tenderly against the side of my face. “Betty, before you try to apologize, I just want you to know that I respect you for making that decision. I wouldn’t want you to regret anything we do together.”

I pressed against his shoulder. “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I don’t want you to think that I’m some chick who goes around telling guys that she loves them and then gets them all heated up and leaves them. I don’t want to be like that. It’s just that… I’ve always said I would wait. I don’t know what I’m waiting for exactly, but I don’t want to have my first time ever be my first time being with you ever in general. Does that make sense?”

Maybe it did and maybe it didn’t but Mike kindly told me that it did and he just kissed my forehead and let me rest on his chest while we cuddled. His heart had been racing and it was still pumping pretty fast, but it had calmed down a bit. He took my hand and kissed my fingers one by one. “What tiny hands you’ve got, Betty.” I smiled… I didn’t know what to say.

He raised himself up a bit on his elbow and looked at me, wrapped up in a blanket. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” I tried to reply, but I couldn’t. Why was he saying these things?

“Nah Mike, I’m not beautiful. You’re just flattering me,” I tried to laugh it off, but it was really hard.

“No really.” He pulled the blanket back so that he could see all of me. This would seem fine to an ordinary person—after all, he had already seen me naked while we were fooling around right? But this was different. What if he didn’t really like what he saw, what if… I must have looked pretty panicked, because Mike kissed me then. “I know you don’t believe it, but I love all of you. And I think you are the most beautiful creature I could ever conceive of.”

I closed my eyes and tried not let the tears burn behind my eyelids. I couldn’t say a word. Not a single word. I turned over so that I could look away from him, but he wouldn’t let me ignore him like that. He shifted closer to me so that we fit together perfectly and he rested his hands on my stomach, stroking the flab that I hated more than anything in the world. I couldn’t believe that he actually wanted me. It was the most amazing feeling in the whole world, and yet, so alien.