Shabbos Hello

I go into the kitchen to unlock the back door, noting that the candles are close to burning out. Then, I head back to my room where I change into a cuter tank top and wonder whether boys think boxer brief are dykey or not as I leave mine on and get back into bed. The whole idea of Eli coming up my back stairs late at night to have a rendezvous has been a fantasy of mine for the past few months. We work at this little Jewish non-profit organization together. We’ve had the hots for each other for months, but each had a girlfriend until recently so we never had the chance to act on it.

Now I wait, listening to the August rain pouring outside my window, and trying not to be nervous about the fact that none of the sex I’ve had has involved people with penises. Finally I hear the screen door open and close, and I try not to think about how fast my heart is pounding or that I’m already wet and he hasn’t even walked into my room.

I see a flicker of candlelight coming down the hall as he walks to my room.

“Hi,” he whispers as he opens my bedroom door. I can see him through the faint light in his hand.

“Hi.”

“Hi”, he puts the candle down on my dresser. “Can I put my wet coat over here?”

“Sure…wherever is fine,” I whisper.

He walks over to my bed and slides over the covers on top of me – kisses me hello. I can feel the heat from his body through the layers of his clothes and the cover and my clothes. It’s been a little while – a week or so. My lips remember right away even though we’ve only kissed on two other occasions, and one was just a quick kiss goodbye in front of my apartment. His face is damp from the rain but warm and almost smooth. His tongue slides into my mouth and I pull him closer to me through all of the various layers in our way.

“Hello,” he says.

“Hi.”

“It’s really nice to see you,” he says, kissing me again.

I arch up to him as my tongue touches the tip of his tongue. His hand slides into my hair, tugging just a bit. My hand pulls at his lower back, bringing him closer to me. His tongue is playing with mine and a graphic image of his tongue on my clit flashes through my mind and my breathing gets faster still. He moans quietly, and the covers are too much of a barrier now.

“Okay if I take my pants off and join you in there?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, not wanting to let him up for that long.

He tosses his pants on the couch, crawls up the bed, and slides into the sheets next to me. Now we’re on our sides and have full access to each other. His hands slide down my back to my butt and mine do the same to him. I can feel him already hard as our stomachs line up and we strain against each other. I kiss down his jawline to his neck where there isn’t any stubble and hear him breathing harder. He touches my bare shoulders and his hands brush the sides of my breasts as he continues the movement down to my waist. I kiss his mouth again, hard, sliding my hand inside his T-shirt to his stomach. He sucks in a breath and I bite his lower lip as he covers my breasts with his hands and his thumbs rub against my nipples through my tank top.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging at my top.

I sit up and pull off his shirt as he yanks off mine. His mouth closes over my breast as soon as my top is off. I moan into him and pull his head closer to me as his tongue flicks my hard nipple back and forth. My clit is throbbing and I can feel him hard against my leg as he lies down on top of me, my breast still in his mouth. My instinct is to move one thigh up between his legs and I have to quickly remind myself that that only works with other girls. My hand roams to his stomach at the top of his boxers and I know that my hand is getting really close to the top of his dick. I like hearing him do that quick intake of breath again.

His hand is moving up my thigh as he bites and tugs on my nipple. He rubs my clit through my boxer briefs and then starts to slide them down.

“Okay?” he asks, looking up at me.

“Yes.” I stop myself from saying “please”.

I am kicking my boxers of my feet as his finger slides over my clit and he groans when he feels how wet I am. I moan as he continues to touch me and moves his head up from kissing my breast so he can kiss my mouth. I press my nails into his back and move my body harder against his hand. After a bit, he stops kissing my mouth and starts to kiss down my body, and I realize his head is going past my stomach.

“Where ya goin’?” I ask. “I like you up here where I can kiss you.”

His eyes go darker as he looks up at me.

“Just a taste,” he says, kind of a question, almost pleading.

It’s so hot to hear him want me that much, that I completely forget why I wanted to resist him.

He moves down to the end of the bed and crouches over. My legs are over his shoulders, and his hands are on my hips pulling me towards him. He’s pretty confident for a guy who knows he’s about to go down on a woman whose only done this with other women. Then his tongue is on me, riding up and down my clit, bringing my wetness up to the tip of it. His hands are sliding over my stomach, and move up to stroke my taut nipples. My eyes are closed and I can feel my legs starting to shake from the tension. The rhythm of his tongue gets faster and my breath is coming out in quick pants and I want it to never end. He senses that I’m getting close, and he holds out one hand for me to grip. And then I feel it: that single point of pleasure that melts through me in waves as his tongue catches me in circles again and again.

“Good gracious,” I say after a minute, when I start breathing normally again. I ease up my grip on his hand as he crawls up my body, pausing sheepishly to pull a hair off his tongue. I kiss him, laughing, tasting traces of myself still on his lips.

“That was fun,” he says.

“Oh, yeah,” I say, kissing him again.

Keeping my tongue in his mouth, I roll over so I’m on top of him. One hand is roaming around the top of his boxers again, and finally I say, “How am I gonna get over this shyness thing about touching you?”

He looks back at me for a long moment, then takes my hand and guides it under the band of his boxers. For a second all I notice is the heat coming off his body, and then I move my hand a bit more and I feel him. My hand is on the base of his penis and it’s all real too fast for me to be scared about how weird it might be. He’s so hard that I’m surprised by how soft his skin is there. My hand is wrapped around him and as I start sliding it up and down I hear him gasp.

“Is this okay? I’m just kind of checking it all out.” I say.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “It feels really nice. Feel free to do whatever.”

“Okay.”

I’m lying over him, up on one elbow with my hand under his neck and I lean down to kiss him as my other hand moves faster on his dick. One of his hands slides over my breasts, teasing my nipples.

His breathing has gotten loud and I can feel his stomach muscles tighten. My hand is playing with the head of his dick when he whispers, “Mind if I take my boxers off?”

“Oh, sorry.” I sit up and pull them off, aware that it is not the one smooth movement that pulling underwear off a woman is. “Is there anything different you wanted me to be doing? I’m feeling kinda nervous about this whole lack of experience with boy-parts thing,” I say.

“Really, don’t worry about it. Anything you do is gonna feel good to me. Just do whatever you feel like doing.”

“Hmmm…well, do you ever use anything?” I ask. “Some kind of lube, I mean.”

“I’ve used lotion. But only by myself,” he says.

“Really?” I consider that for a second. “Want me to find us something?”

“Sure.” He looks intrigued.

“Kinda cool that we get to do something you’ve never done before.”

I grab some lotion off my dresser and get back into bed. I lie back over him, propped up on my elbow.

“This might be cold,” I say, as I start to spread the lotion on his hard cock. He gasps, and then groans as I move my hand up to the head and back down to the base. I keep my eyes open as I kiss his mouth, so I can watch him watching my hand ride up and down his dick, getting faster. His hand moves down my back and then slides down past it, between my legs. He groans again, feeling my wetness, and I kiss him harder, grip his dick harder. Then he slips one finger in me. I moan into his mouth as he continues to touch me. I feel him pull his legs together and clench his stomach and butt muscles, thrusting up towards my hand. I watch him strain against my hand, feeling the friction of the lotion as my hand slides up and down. He grips my hips, pressing down on them as he pushes himself up against my hand. His whole torso gets tense, and I see the cum start to bead at the end of his cock so I move even faster. I feel him swell and get harder for a second and then cum against my hand and on his own stomach and chest as I pump my hand.

After I feel the shudders stop, he moves his hand over and covers mine.

“Yow,” he says.

“Yeah? Did I, like, do it right?”

“Um…yeah. Definitely. Would it gross you out if I wipe myself off on your nice sheet here?”

“Nah, go for it.”

He does, and then pulls me over to lie on top of him.

“I like you here, Lily” he says, closing his eyes. “I could fall asleep…I’m so tired now, aren’t you?”

“Yep, pretty well tuckered out.”

“I’m having such a nice time, but I guess we should get some sleep?” he asks.

“I guess that would be the wise thing to do since I need to show up at this Temple fundraiser thing-y tomorrow morning. Think it would look suspicious if I wander in really late looking all bleary-eyed but really chipper?”

“It just might,” he laughs and kisses my hair.

“So, are you going home to sleep?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” He opens his eyes to look at me. “Is that really okay with you?”

“Oh yeah. You should go sleep in your own bed and all that. You haven’t even been home yet.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. I should go now or I’ll never make it out of your room tonight.” He kisses me and I roll off him to let him get up and put his clothes back on.

A minute later he walks back over to the bed to kiss me goodnight. Then he walks to my bedroom door, stops for a second, blows me a little kiss, and I smile back at him sleepily before rolling over.

I fall asleep as I hear the back door close.