Nearly There

AN: This is my first go at erotica. In this first chapter there is no plot to speak of, but trust me there is a point to this scene later in the story which I hopefully will be able to share with you. I like criticism so don\'t go easy on me (but be reasonable). The protagonist and narrator will presently go unnamed, but to give a bit of information she is a seventeen year old senior at a catholic school in Alabama. Also as a fore warning I hope to make the story have more than just an emphasis on sex.
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“So do you want to do it?” The young man who had spoken was sitting ever so calmly on the edge of the black porcelain tub. The tub was large. One of those that had the clawed feet. Personally I would love to have a tub like that if I ever got my own place. “And what might we be doing?” I asked. My awareness was a bit fuzzy.

I could hear the ear splitting beat of the techno music playing on the other side of the bathroom wall. I had no idea whose party I was at or why I was in the bathroom with Wallace. Obviously we were there to do more than just talk. I took another long sweeping look of the bathroom. It was huge; in most people’s houses it would roughly be the size of a master bedroom. The tub, toilet , sink, full size mirrors, and windows were proportioned just so that they fit the bathroom perfectly. Everything was black except for the deep sangria color of the tiled floor and counter tops. The bathroom screamed bold and expensive, if a bit morbid. To top off the view was Wallace sitting patiently with the arrogant and chiding look that was permanently plastered to his face.

Wallace was one of those guys who knew just how good they looked. He was seventeen about 5’11” and had a body to die for. Nice broad shoulders, slender waist, round butt ( almost womanly so), and a muscular build, but not too muscular mind you. He suffered from great genetics that gave him the full package without him having to work for it. With full lips and eyelashes that any woman could envy Wallace was the epitome of male model or stripper. What he had in looks he lacked in attitude. He was a arrogant, punk of a dick head. And as you may have guessed I had no love for him. So why was I in a bathroom with him obviously about to do something I may regret later? Ask me later when I find out.

Sensing that I might walk out on him, Wallace gets up from the tub and stalks in my direction. Everything about him said that he was on the hunt and that I would be his next victim. He stood right in front of me. Giving me the full of attention of his rich honey colored eyes. I’m about 5’9 and so eye contact was no problem. “I’ll ask you again do you want to do it?” But before I could give him an answer his lips lock on to mine. A deep probing kiss. The attack totally caught me off guard and whatever I might of said just flew out my head. Whatever fault Wallace may have had kissing was not one of them. His soft lips worked expertly on my own stunned lips till I was kissing back just as passionately. How he was kissing me you would think that we were long time lovers deeply in love. Wallace ended the kiss bringing a soft moan from my lips.

“I’ll take that for a yes,” He says after hearing the moan. So befuddled all I could do was knod. Not one to rush into things he gently breaths and nibbles on my ear. Slowly leaving his trail of kisses down my neck. All the while my heart was steadily speeding up. I know that I’m not easy, but Wallace slow deliberate caresses brought my body to full attention. His hand eased down my waist and lifts my shirt off leaving me in just my black bra. After taking a moment to admire the view Wallace continued with his ministrations. He grabs my left breast while he kisses my right over the lace of the bra. No longer able to stand on my own I arch my back to the door. Without me knowing it Wallace had managed to take off my bra.

“No Wallace, we can’t do this.” I half heartedly said. As much as this hurt me to say, it was true. In response Wallace picked up his assault on my breast. Pinching my left nipple between his thumb and index finger and sucking on my right. The sensation was intense. I in turn began ripping at the silk of his navy blue shirt. If I had been in my right mind I might have felt sorry for destroying such fine clothing, but now that wasn’t important. I ran my hand on the smooth hardness of his chest and back. My aggression took Wallace by surprise. In his moment of surprise I managed to switch places with him so that he was now the person up against the door. I assaulted his own chest with the same vigor as he had done mine. I used long sure strokes of my tongue down the center of his body flicking it along his belly button just above his pants line. I was trapped in the flow of desires, lost in my need. Though not Wallace, who stopped me just before I undid his pants.

“Me first,” he says and picks me up and places me on the counter. My legs spread of there own accord. Wallace begins again with his trail of kisses starting between my breast and pausing at my belly button. His soft teasing kisses causes my stomach to twitch and tighten. Not unpleasant, just as though my body where begging for more. For what it knew was to come. With a few flicks of his tongue to my most intimate region, jolts of pleasure go shooting through my body. Then he stopped. Just stopped.
“Wallace, why’d you stop?” I asked. My voice was a little breathy but other wise normal. Good for me.

“I seem to remember someone saying that we shouldn’t do this.” He said with a knowing look to his perfect features. My body was in a frenzy. Wallace knew exactly what he was doing. His hand trailed down and began lightly touching my clit. My breathing picked up again along with the pressure that was beginning to build. However, at the minimal touches he was giving me it left me in stasis. The pressure that had begun to build was in purgatory unable to grow or to lessen as long was Wallace never changed his pace. As good as this felt it was also frustrating. And Wallace could see this.

“Damn Wallace stop playing with me,” I said.

“Whatever do you mean?” He said feigning innocence, while at the same moment he pushed just his pinky to my opening. Of course whatever I was about to say to went straight out the window. Seeing that I had nothing further to say Wallace move his hand and then grinds his hips between my legs. Still with his pants on I could feel his bulge. Just as ready as I was ready. “Do you want this?” He asks while giving his hips another twist.

“Mmmm,” was all the words I could say.

“What was that?” He asks and lifts me by the waist without loosing contact and pushes my back to the wall again. Now my feet are no longer touching the wall but are around his hips with my arms around his shoulders. There he humped me hard against the wall. Looking across his shoulders I could see our reflection in the mirror. His coffee with two creams bare back pretty much covered me entirely except for my own long slender legs that where just a half shade darker than he was and my arms. My hair was everywhere and we were both covered in a light sheen of sweat. His forceful movements were causing that pressure to build again. Growing and growing, my body was aching for the feel of him inside me. To trust just as hard inside me as he was outside. My pleasure was filling to the brim about to spill over when he stops. Again.

“I think this’ll be a good place to stop,” he says with a chuckle. After setting me on the floor he stepped back looking for the pieces to his now ruined shirt.

“Damn you Wallace. I should have known I was just another one of your challenges,” I spat at him. Frustrated emotionally and physically.

“Bingo. You actually almost had me there. If I had let you go down on me I might not have been able to hold out to this point. Even then just dry humping you almost made me shoot my load,” he said with that ever present amused look on his face. “You know I’ll finish you if you like?”

“Go to hell, Wallace.”

“Hmm…go to hell, you know that’s probably where I will end up. But you know what I wouldn’t be surprised to see you there too.” Apparently he found what he had just said to be funny and grabbed his shirt, then headed for the door. By him wearing black pants no one would see my juices on the front of him. That’s all good and dandy for Wallace, but me I was left sitting on the bathroom floor unsatisfied. Like all dreams this is where I woke up. Happy to find that all that happened was just a dream and that I never stooped so low as to pretty much fucking Wallace. However that dream or should I say nightmare left me pissed and horny as hell.