A Morning for Elizabeth

As Elizabeth approached Paul’s apartment she wondered what she had gotten herself into. She had met Paul in a study group at St. Mary’s University where she was a freshman. She liked Paul immediately. He was a good listener and over the course of the school year they had spent many evenings sipping beer and discussing everything from the high schools they attended to word peace. She liked Paul but she didn’t really know him. Not really. They were just friends. But the other night the conversation turned to sex. She had told Paul some pretty intimate things. She told him about a couple of boyfriends she had had. That she liked the sex she had with these boys but that she never really felt fulfilled or satisfied. She thought there was something wrong with her. Paul knew better.  Paul told her that most guys are a lot more interested in their own pleasure than their partner’s. He confided that when he was fifteen he was seduced by an older woman. She was a pretty single mother, in her early thirty’s. And, she was an insatiable nymphomaniac. She had taken it upon herself to educate Paul on the art of giving pleasure to a woman. She had taught him. And he had learned. Paul told Elizabeth that he knew how to bring her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. He said she should visit him at his place. He told her that, if she would let him, he would show her that there was nothing wrong with her. He would show her how a gentleman can please a lady. Maybe it was the beer – or the mood of the night – but Elizabeth agreed.  Now she stood at his door. She knew that once she rang his bell there would be no turning back. Nervously, she pushed the button. The sound of the buzzer brought butterflies to her stomach. Was she crazy? What was she doing? She thought about running away. As the thought crossed her mind the door opened. Paul stood there in a tee shirt and jeans, barefoot, with his thick brown hair all wet and tousled from his morning shower. “Good morning pretty girl.” Paul’s voice had a lilt to it – as if he knew some secret that she didn’t. Elizabeth could feel herself blush. “Hi Paul” she squeaked as she was escorted inside.  Paul’s apartment was small and neat. It was part of an old house that had been refurbished into apartments for college students. There were two rooms – a large living area which had a kitchenette tucked into a corner, and a smaller bedroom which had just enough room for a bed and a couple of dressers. Elizabeth’s eyes were drawn to a beam that ran across the ceiling of the living room. It was low, about seven feet or so from the floor. It was easily reachable even by Elizabeth who was only about five feet tall, but what caught her attention were two ribbons hanging from the beam about six feet apart. At the end of these ribbons were pieces of Velcro. “Those are for you”, Paul said when he saw her looking at them. “Don’t worry”, he smiled, “There is a release string right here.” Paul pointed to a small string that attached to the Velcro at the beam over their heads. He gave the string a tug and the ribbon came loose and fell to the floor. “This is in case I have a heart attack” Paul joked, “You can always set yourself free.” “You’re going to tie me up?” said Elizabeth. Paul looked at her and smiled. “Only if you let me.” He said. He looked right into her eyes. She had beautiful eyes. In fact, Elizabeth was a beautiful girl. Paul was not unaware of her beauty. He had often thought about trying to advance their relationship to something more than friends but was afraid that he might ruin their friendship by complicating things. He liked Elizabeth very much. And this morning, it was to be all about her. His pleasure would be in giving her pleasure. “Do you like to be tickled?” Paul asked. “Tickled?” said Elizabeth, “What do your mean, tickled?” Paul took Elizabeth’s right hand, and turning the hand palm up he ran his fingers lightly up the inside of her arm. It sent shivers up her spine. She involuntarily tried to withdraw her hand but Paul held on to it. He continued to tickle the soft skin on the underside of her elbow. “Like this”, he said - again looking deep into her pretty eyes.“ His fingers had given Elizabeth goose-bumps. Paul could see this. He spoke softly to her, “Try to relax your arm. Feel what my fingers are doing.” Elizabeth mustered up her strength. She loosened the muscles in her arm. The feeling was excruciatingly good. “Do you like it?” Paul whispered. “Uh… Um.. Yes”, she said as his fingers went gently up her arm. She did like it. It tickled in a most wonderful way. She had never felt this before. The sensation was not confined to her arm. She could feel a delightful tingling in her neck, and down her back – and, to her surprise, a very warm feeling between her legs. Paul released her hand. “Stand up please.” Elizabeth stood. “I am going to strip you Elizabeth.” Paul’s voice was gentle but matter of fact.  The words pierced her to her soul. “I am going to strip you Elizabeth.” She kept hearing the words over and over as Paul stood before her. Was she really going to stand here and just let him strip her naked? Just like that? Paul grasped the bottom of her little stretch top she had put on. As he lifted, she raised her arms. The top was off. She was letting him strip her. He undid the snap at the top of her jeans. He opened the zipper and then slowly tugged them down to the floor. He lifted one foot at a time and removed the jeans. He then stood up and walked behind her. Elizabeth stood now in just her bra and panties. She could not believe she was actually doing this. She blushed seeing Paul looking at her. She knew what was coming. She knew that soon she would be naked in front of him. Paul looked at her. She was thin but beautifully shaped. Her small body had delightful curves at her waist and her little panties accentuated the shape of her pretty bottom. The sight of her was making Paul excited. He could feel his penis straining against the fabric of his jeans. He wanted to take her right then. He wanted to kiss her and hold her. He so desperately wanted to feel himself inside her – to feel her naked body against his – and to feel release. But this was not about him. This morning was about Elizabeth.  Still standing behind her, Paul undid the clasp at the back of her bra and pushed it forward. It fell to the floor exposing her small firm breasts to the room air. He knelt behind her now. She felt his fingers slip under the waistband of her panties. She shivered as she felt him peel them slowly downward over her hips, and down, exposing her bare bottom to his eyes. The tiny panties inverted as he lowered them further toward the floor. To Paul’s delight, and Elizabeth’s appall, the pretty light blue panties revealed a small area of wetness which had already begun to flow inside Elizabeth’s body. The wetness betrayed any attempt Elizabeth was making to appear unmoved by what Paul was doing. The fact was that, in spite of her embarrassment, Elizabeth was bursting with sexual arousal. The stripping had revealed a side of her that she had ever experienced. She was completely naked now. And the fact that Paul was still completely dressed created in her an electrifying awareness of her own nudity. She could feel the air in the room around her breasts and between her legs. And she could feel Paul’s eyes delightfully devouring her exposed body. She watched him as he looked at her. She stood with her arms at her side, and watched his eyes roam from place to place over her exposed body. She was letting him look at her – letting him see her most private of places. Paul was transfixed by the sight before him – this beautiful naked girl. His eyes drank of her beauty – her lovely shoulders – her beautifully shaped breasts, her slender waist and flat tummy. He allowed himself to gaze at the place between her legs. He had asked her to remove the hair down there, and she had done so for him. This made the round prominence at her vulva and the tiny cleft in its’ center completely visible to Paul. He was enthralled. He could barely contain his desire for her. “But today is not about me”, he thought. “Today is about my beautiful friend.” Paul led Elizabeth to the spot where he had hung the ribbons. He fastened first one hand, and then the other to the restraints he had fashioned from Velcro straps and ribbon. Elizabeth’s arms were secured now just above her head. Her elbows were bent but she would be unable to cover herself. Paul now produced a small wooden dowel about two feet in length. At either end of the dowel he had fastened a Velcro strap. He fastened these straps to Elizabeth’s ankles preventing her from closing her legs. He stood again behind her and pointed out a full-length mirror, which hung across and just to the left of where they stood. He whispered in her ear, “Do you see yourself Elizabeth?” Elizabeth looked at her reflection. She saw herself naked with her legs spread apart. She pulled against her restraints and found that, unless she pulled the release string, she would be unable to prevent Paul from doing whatever he wished to her. He remained behind her. “I am going to touch you now”, Paul said softly. Again, his words sent a quivering flush of feeling through her body. “There is nothing you can do”, he whispered. “You are helpless.” She felt the tips of his fingers on her shoulders lightly, softly, caressing the skin just at the base of her neck. She closed her eyes as the chills went down her back, causing visible goose bumps to form on her arms and legs. His feathery touch was intoxicating. She could not contain a soft moan.  “I am touching you Elizabeth”, he whispered. “Touching you…” He said this as he drew his fingers slowly down her back and up her sides. This tickled Elizabeth and she squirmed in her restraints. He then slowly brought his fingers up over her tummy to the areas around Elizabeth’s breasts. She felt his fingers slowly and ever so lightly encircle the soft skin around her breasts. His hands traveled in ever closing circles – around and around – so slowly – so tantalizingly light. She moaned as his fingers came closer and closer to her sensitive nipples. Paul traced circles on her breasts each time coming closer and closer, but not touching the nipples. And then, he brought his fingers from the bottom of her breasts to the top and down again, grazing her nipples with each pass. Elizabeth gasped with pleasure as Paul’s fingers sent waves of intense feeling through her body. Paul continued to caress Elizabeth’s nipples. He tickled and teased. He fluttered and pinched. Elizabeth was lost to the myriad of sensations running wild through her body. In the mirror, she saw this naked girl - and her friend Paul teasing and tickling her nipples. She couldn't believe that this girl was her. But she could feel every delightful sensation that she was seeing in the mirror. Paul moved now to Elizabeth’s side. He could now use his hands to caress Elizabeth from the front and from the back at the same time. He knelt beside her and began to run his fingertips slowly up both sides of Elizabeth’s thigh. When he reached the top of her thigh, where her leg met her body, he moved one hand over her abdomen, and the other over the cheek of her buttock to the small of her back, and then across and down to the other thigh. The chills that this sent through Elizabeth’s body were almost unbearable - unbearable, and yet, excruciatingly wonderful. She twisted and writhed against her restraints. She squealed and moaned. “Ohhh… Ohh, Pleeease!!” she gasped. “Oh my God. Oh my God..” Paul stopped. He looked at her. She was out of breath. Her pretty dark eyes were half open - her beautiful short black hair askew. He placed his open hand on her lower abdomen. He poised the fingers of his other hand at the small of her back just above the crevice between her lovely buttocks. Holding her tummy with his right hand, he very slowly and lightly moved the fingertips of his left hand down the crease of her bottom. Elizabeth could hardly speak. Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “Ohhh.. Oh no… Ohh… Myy GAUWWD” 9 Paul brought his fingers down, slowly down to the most intimate place at the bottom of her buttocks. He felt her damp warmness. He allowed his fingers to linger there – tickling – feeling her – touching her. He brought his fingers back up again – up over the valley between her buttocks – and then down again to the warmness where her legs meet her bottom. Each time he did this he brought his fingers further underneath her. And each time his fingers would approach this area Elizabeth would gasp and moan. This time, as his fingers began to approach the bottom of her buttocks he moved his other hand from her tummy to caress the smooth prominence of her pretty vulva. When Elizabeth felt this her knees began to buckle. This feeling was overwhelming. She held the restraints with her hands to prevent from falling. She could not speak. Her breath came in short gasps. His hands met underneath her. She felt his nimble fingers dancing and tickling the skin between her legs – this most private and intimate place. Paul could feel her wetness now. He slipped one finger of his right hand into the crevice of her sex. It slid easily over her hardened clitoris. Elizabeth sighed audibly as she felt Paul’s fingers slide back and forth over her most sensitive place. He moved his hand deftly back and forth. Elizabeth melted into the creamy warm sensation between her legs. She felt another finger enter her vagina. Both fingers were moving now at opposite intervals – one inside her – and one over her clit. She had no thought now other than what was happening to her. She had abandoned herself to his caresses. And as she realized this she felt a mounting sensation of pleasure in the areas where she was being touched. As Paul continued to slide his fingers in and around her sex Elizabeth began to cum. OhhhhPaaaauul”, she cried as the pure pleasure of orgasm flushed in her. Her orgasm sent wave after wave of delicious sensation through her body. Paul could feel her contractions gripping the finger which was still moving inside her vagina. Her contractions came rhythmically, over and over, forcing her sweet juices onto his hands. “Cum for me Elizabeth. Yesss… Cum for me”, he whispered. She came for him. She came and came. When Elizabeth’s orgasm subsided Paul undid the Velcro at her ankles and wrists. He put his arm around her back and with his other behind her knees, he gently picked her up. He walked into his bedroom ad placed her softly on his bed. He looked at her. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” Elizabeth lay naked on the bed in front of Paul, still quivering from the orgasm he had given her. She looked at him. Paul stood at the foot of the bed in his tee shirt and jeans. She watched as he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. She looked at his chest. It was hairless and defined with just the right kind of muscle tone. Paul had the body of a swimmer. He had competed in high school and still swam daily in college. She saw his hands go to the button on his jeans. And as he undid them she felt a tingling rush through her body. She knew that soon she would see him naked. As he slid his jeans down over his hips she saw that this ordeal had not left Paul unaffected. His white cotton briefs were clearly accentuated with a delicious looking bulge where his penis was struggling to free itself. Paul hooked is fingers into the waistband of his briefs. He saw that Elizabeth’s eyes were glued to the prominence in his underpants. He purposefully slowed down as he pushed on them. Elizabeth’s eyes widened as the small patch of hair appeared over his penis. As he pushed them lower, the waistband momentarily caught at the top of his genitals and then suddenly, his engorged penis sprang up and pointed to the ceiling, revealing the most beautiful shaft and balls to her gaze. Elizabeth wanted to devour him. He wiggled his hips to send the briefs to the floor. As he did this his penis bounced delightfully in front of Elizabeth’s hungry eyes. Paul smiled at her and said, “Do you see what you’ve done to me?” Elizabeth could not answer. She was transfixed by the sight in front of her. Paul walked to the side of the bed, his genitals standing now, only inches from her. She reached out and touched them. Paul gasped with delight as he felt her soft fingers exploring him. He put one knee up on the bed to give her full access to the places he knew she wanted to feel. She hungrily ran her fingers over his balls and ass. Paul stood like this, surrendering gladly to her lustful explorations. Elizabeth was lost in her lust for him. Holding his genitals in her hands, she put her face to them, kissing, rubbing - feeling his hardness sliding over her cheeks and forehead. She kissed his balls while she ran her fingers up and down his stiff shaft. Paul was losing control as the sensations sent waves of pleasure through his body. He knew that if he allowed her to continue he would cum like this, standing in front of her. He knew he didn’t want to cum now. He wanted more of her. He withdrew from her caresses and stretched down next to her on his side. Slipping his arm under her, he pulled her close to him. Elizabeth melted as she felt their naked bodies come together. She put her arms around him and pulled him closer. Paul put his lips to hers. Elizabeth surrendered to his kiss. They lay like this kissing deeply and entwining their legs and arms – moving against each other – feeling each other’s nakedness. Paul’s lips went from Elizabeth’s mouth to her neck, sending chills down her spine. He moved his body lower to her breasts. He lovingly kissed and licked her breasts – sucking and lightly nibbling her pretty nipples. Elizabeth closed her eyes as the warm sensation enveloped her. He kissed, and licked, and sucked – lower – down to her tummy and to the prominence over her sex. His kisses lingered here – teasing her. She opened her legs as she felt him slide lower under her. Paul looked at the sight before him. She was lovely. He could see that the beautiful lips that formed her sex were wet with her juices. He moved his fingers up to her breasts and lightly caressed them as he kissed the areas between her legs. He teased her by kissing and licking the places around her slit. He purposefully brought his lips and tongue all around this wonderful place in circles without touching the center. Each time he licked closer and closer. Each time she arched her hips up – waiting for it to happen and each time his tongue would go tantalizingly close to her wetness. And then she felt his tongue lick a straight line from her bottom to the top of her slit. He heard her gasp and moan, “Ohhhh GOD!!” He was not teasing now. He was licking her. He was licking and sucking over and over up and down her sex. She shivered with pure sensation as she felt his tongue pass over both of her openings – and then up to her swollen clit. Up and down – faster and faster – lingering now at her clitoris – sucking her there – tongue rapidly passing over and over her clit. And then she was cumming – and cumming – and cumming – her orgasm rocking her body over and over – her sweet juices covering Paul’s face. He licked and sucked until she could take no more. And then he crawled up onto her. He began to move on top of her. Holding himself so as not to put all his weight on her, he squirmed on top of her – moving his body on hers so to make them both tantalizingly aware of their nakedness. Elizabeth responded by putting her arms around Paul and moving against him. She could feel their flesh sliding against each other. And she could feel his hardness dancing and pushing against her belly and thighs. Paul positioned himself between Elizabeth’s legs so that his penis was just at the entrance to her vagina. He stopped moving and looked into her eyes. Elizabeth could feel him there. She could feel the very tip of his shaft against her. She moved her hips upward – inviting him. Paul pushed forward slightly so to insert just the tip of his sex into hers. He looked at her. Her eyes met his with anticipation. He pushed a little further. The head of his penis was in her now. She realized he was teasing her again. She raised her hips toward him. “Pleeeease”, she whispered to him. This was all he needed. Paul pushed his hard shaft deep into Elizabeth and held his pelvis there against her. Elizabeth gasped with pleasure. She squirmed under him as he pushed himself against her – holding himself deep inside her. Then he withdrew. He pulled himself almost all the way out of her and then pushed all the way back in - and withdrew all the way again. Elizabeth’s vagina squeezed his penis delightfully as he continued this way – pulling all the way out – and then plunging back into her over and over. Each time Paul thrusted forward Elizabeth felt as if it was the first time he entered her. And each time, Paul made sure that he pulled all the way out before he pushed his hard shaft back into her. He entered her again and again. Elizabeth totally surrendered to this wonderful experience. The thoughts came into her head, “Oh my God, he is fucking me. He is fucking and fucking me. Ohhh GOD I am being fucked by him. These thoughts only intensified her awareness of the pleasure that was building inside her. Paul was moving faster now – still withdrawing as far as he could before pushing back into her – and into her – and into her. With each thrust he could feel his pleasure mounting. He looked into her eyes. They were half closed. Her mouth was open and her breath came in short gasps. “Oh Liz”, he whispered, “I am going to cum into you”. Elizabeth could feel his penis begin to swell with orgasm. “Ohhyessss”, she cried. “Cum in meeeee.” As she said this she felt her own orgasm overtake her. And as she came she felt his hot liquid hit the inside of her sex and gush out of her. He continued to go in and out of her as he came. She felt his penis pulsing and squirting in her and on her. It felt wonderfully hot and gushy all over her lower body. As Paul’s orgasm subsided he looked at Elizabeth. Her pretty cheeks were red and her black hair was stuck in clumps to her sweat-covered forehead. He kissed her eyes. “You are so beautiful Liz”, he whispered to her. She smiled. They rolled on their sides facing one another. He was still inside her. They held each other in a warm embrace and drifted into a deep and blissful sleep.