Charlie and Claudia (A chapter from "Helping Out")

[TiredFingers]

Charlie and Claudia

(A chapter from "Helping Out")

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Explanation: This is a conversation/interaction primarily between two characters from the roleplay, "Helping Out". We are writing this here because it is easier, to both write and read.)


Charlie Reed with Claudia Owens at dinner at The Modern Hotel, in the Town of Toland
Saturday, March 22, about 7:30pm:

(OOC thread for the main story. You can find profiles and more here.)

Charlie was verbally silent at dinner. At the same time, voices were screaming in his mind about what had happened yesterday, had happened earlier today, and with any luck might happen tonight. Claudia had practically attacked him with her lips in the basement of the hotel, then again at the top of the stairs. And he'd thought the kiss at Roxanne's Cafe had been all the intimacy he might ever get from the beauty.

"You're getting good at that," she'd told him.

Charlie's face had exploded in red as he meekly responded, "Thanks. I'm trying." He didn't know whether or not to tell her that everything he knew about kissing had come from her or not. It made him sound like a sad, naive virgin. Sure, he was one, but he wasn't going to confirm that with her, was he?

She'd excused herself to get ready for dinner, and Charlie had run outside, mounted his bike, raced home, and done the same. He returned to The Modern slower, not wanting to break out in a sweat. He'd put on too much of his father's aftershave, even though he himself didn't yet shave, and had had to shower again to get the overwhelming stench off him. Even after the second bathing, he could still smell it, but his mother had told him he'd be fine.

Now, for the past half hour, he'd sat next to Claudia in total panic. She'd told him "I have to make myself pretty before we go out." Go out, she'd said. They were going out, on a date. Right? Was that what she'd meant?

Charlie had hoped so, and for the last thirty minutes he'd nibbled at his food and limited his fluid intakes to prevent needing to pee and leave Claudia's company. The dinner was still going strong, with some of the regulars and two guests who hadn't been here the previous two nights. That was one of the wonderful things about Maxine's dinners: you never knew who might show up.

"We need to go," Charlie suddenly blurted out right in the middle of a conversation between some of the adults. When all eyes shifted to him, he continued, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt, really. But, well, they're showing a movie in the Community Center at City Hall tonight, and it starts at eight, so, we need to go if we're going to get good seats."

"How?" Mark asked. He clarified his inquiry, "How are they showing a movie? You don't mean on a big screen TV."

"No, on a wall ... or a screen, I mean," Charlie said. He explained that someone had bought a WiFi/Bluetooth units that connected to laptops and projected movies onto any vertical surface. "It's only two bucks, and I hear they dug out the popcorn machine from the high school concession stand and they're gonna have--"

"Go, go!" Mark cut in, shooing the boy from the table. Charlie had already shyly told him that he was going on a date with The Modern's housekeeper. "Go get your seats."

Charlie hopped up, exchanged farewells with the others, waited for his date to do as she needed before leaving, and headed out to the public area of the lobby. It was only now that, a bit embarrassed, he apologized, "I'm sorry, Claudia. I didn't tell you what I had planned. My mother--"

He stopped, drawing a deep breath at his further embarrassment of bringing his mother into his explanation of his dating plans. Charlie grimaced, then continued, "I was told that, as the man, I should make the plans. But if that's wrong, you can decide what we do."

Charlie understood more than most men and guys did that this was no longer just a man's world. Men might like to think it was, but his mother had raised him better than that.

 

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Charlie surprised Claudia but suddenly blurting out halfway through dinner, "We need to go."

She looked to him, seeing in his expression and glance toward her that he meant him and her. The only reason that seemed odd was that they hadn't made any plans other than to do something after dinner together.

Charlie explained about the movie being played in City Hall's Community Center, and Claudia's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't planned on their date being in public. She was still conflicted about the kids they knew from school seeing them together. She'd decided that she was going to lose her virginity to Charlie, and yet she still had an issue with being seen out in public, walking side-by-side with him or holding hands or being seen kissing him.

But why? Claudia had never been a snob or a member of the In-Crowd. Yeah, sure, she was friends with all the cool kids. But she was also friends with other kids. Like Charlie.

He hopped up and exchanged his farewells. Claudia hesitated just a moment before doing the same. "Thanks for dinner again," she said to Viola, who'd paid Dick for the whole meal over at Roxanne's. To Maxine, Claudia leaned to kiss her cheek before telling her, "Thank you, Max. We won't be late. The movie should be over in a couple of hours."

They headed to the lobby, where Charlie apologized, "I'm sorry, Claudia. I didn't tell you what I had planned. My mother--"

When he paused, Claudia smiled. She knew what was going through his mind. She said softly, "It's okay."

"I was told that, as the man, I should make the plans," he continued. "But if that's wrong, you can decide what we do."

Claudia suddenly realized that her heart was pounding. She moved closer to kiss him again, softly but meaningfully. Then, softly, she said, "I have another idea. I think you'll like it."

Taking his hand, Claudia led Charlie through the lobby, down the Utility Hall, across the banquet hall, and up the Back Hall. They had essentially meandered a big clockwise circle through much of the Modern's first floor, only stopping when they'd reached Claudia's bedroom door.

She looked into his eyes, moved to kiss him again, this time more erotically, then asked, "Would you like to see my bedroom?"

 

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Charlie didn't understand where Claudia was taking him, as City Hall was directly out the front of the Modern and across Founder's park. (Map) The going was a bit treacherous in his opinion, as none of the back spaces of the hotel had ever been updated to handicapped requirements: no ramps, no lifts, only the elevator out in the lobby and the concrete ramps that had been added to the front entrance back in the 1990s (or '80s?).

After a couple of missteps in the dark hallways, Charlie's eyes suddenly opened wide and his mouth fell open as he realized where they were. He'd never been inside Claudia's bedroom before, but he'd been about the hotel enough to have learned its location.

Before he could say anything (like he could have gotten out anything at this point), Claudia asked, "Would you like to see my bedroom?"

Charlie cleared his throat, licked his lips, parted his lips to answer -- but nothing came out. He was in shock. He'd never been in a girl's bedroom before. Hell, his sister didn't even let him go in her bedroom! When the answer of OH, GOD, YES! I DEFINITELY WANT TO GO INTO YOUR BEDROOM, GODDESS OF MY DREAMS! wouldn't come out, Charlie simply and meekly nodded.

 

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Claudia could see the panic in Charlie's face at her invitation. Still holding his hand, she opened the door and led him inside. She told him, "Make yourself comfortable. I wanna pee."

She looked to him, giggled, blushed, and said, "Sorry. I didn't need to say that." She gestured to the deep, comfy, somewhat aged armchair that sat near the window that looked out toward Founder's Park. She told him, "If we'd gotten here earlier, we could have watched the sunset. I have a great view."

Claudia hurried into the bathroom that was hers and hers alone. It had once been shared with the adjacent room, both of which had once upon a time been occupied by live-in housekeepers. But since then, those other quarters had been converted to storage space for a lot of the stuff that used to be out in the lobby and the second bathroom door literally nailed shut.

"Feel free to look around if you want," Claudia said before she closed the door, adding, "You're not gonna find anything I don't want you to see."

That was pretty much true, so long as he didn't look into the drawer of her bedside lamp table, but she doubted that Charlie would invade her privacy like that. In that drawer, Claudia kept her USB-charged, cordless, fingertip-worn vibrator. The model name of it was The Buzzing Bunny, so Claudia had always called it Peter, as in Rabbit.

Also in that drawer were two strings of condoms that Claudia had gotten from the School Nurse in Carlson Creek. She'd wanted them back when she was 16 and thought she was going to lose her virginity to a 17-year-old Creeker senior, only to discover that the night before their big night, he'd fucked one of his school's cheerleaders in the back of the bus on the way back from an away game.

There were two strings of them because she'd been told that men come in different sizes. Claudia had known that, duh. She watched porn like most girls did, even if they swore they didn't.

Beyond that drawer, Charlie would find what she thought were the trappings of a normal teenage girl's life. Her walls were decorated with posters of good-looking men, her favorite bands, inspirational phrases, and more. Once upon a time, the paint here had been peeling off the walls, so Claudia had used colorful bedsheets and other fabrics to decorate them. But Mark Evans, the Modern's live-in handyman, had found some cheap paint a couple of years ago and helped her repaint every inch of the room's walls and ceiling. Still, many of the fabric coverings were still upon the walls simply because Claudia liked them.

For furnishings, the studio apartment, you might call it, had a queen-sized, canopy bed with pink, semi-sheer drapes and was crowded with pillows and stuffed animals; a bureau covered with cosmetics, most of the samplers as she really didn't have money to spend on such things; a huge desk upon which were dozens of books, magazines, and other such things meant to satisfy Claudia's insatiable drive for reading; the armchair to which she'd directed Charlie, as well as its mate and the little coffee table between them; a ratty old couch over which she had arranged thin blankets to hide its ratty-ness; and finally the very used treadmill that she used on rainy and cold days to get in her five miles a day, every day.

When Claudia finally emerged from bathroom, she'd did so slowly as she was still uncertain of just what she thought she was doing. She'd changed out of her denim jeans, blouse, and cardigan, and was now wearing a pair of yoga shorts that were mostly hidden beneath an oversized tee shirt that reached down to beyond her ass cheeks and hung off one shoulder, exposing the fair, freckled skin there.

"Is this alright?" she asked, gesturing her hands toward her new wardrobe and saying, "I wanted to be comfortable. I hope you don't mind." She wore warm, fuzzy slippers to keep her feet comfy, too, as the floors and even the throw rugs in certain places were always cold to the feet, even in summer.

She sat in the middle of the couch, patting the seat as she said, "Come sit with me here, Charlie." Then, smirking devilishly, she promised, "I won't bite. Honest."

 

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"Feel free to look around if you want," Claudia told Charlie, adding, "You're not gonna find anything I don't want you to see."

He watched her disappear into the adjacent bathroom, then just stood there wondering what to do next. He'd never been in a girl's bedroom before. He'd never been in the bedroom of a girl he'd kissed. Hell, he'd never kissed a girl until yesterday, so.

He liked her place. Her place? Is that what he called it? It was a hotel room. No, it had been and still was a live-in staff member's room. So, yeah, it was Claudia's place. Her home.

After who knows how long, Charlie actually began looking around. He didn't know if what he was seeing was normal girl stuff or not. He liked it. His bedroom was boring. No posters on the walls. Just paint, wallpaper, and windows. It was just how he was.

He noted the many drawers in the room, between the dressers, desk, and lamp tables. It didn't occur to him to peek into them. He would have freaked at the sight of the condoms for sure. Charlie would have wondered Is she already using them? Or is she wanting to use them? With me!

Due to his naivete, Charlie wouldn't have even realized what The Buzzing Bunny was. He'd heard of vibrators, of course, but other than in internet porn, he'd never seen one. And the ones he'd seen had all been dildos, not little fingertip worn ones like Claudia's friend Peter Rabbit.

Charlie's wandering gaze eventually settled on the young woman's bed. It seemed huge compared to the little twin he slept in. Actually, Claudia's room was huge compared to his bedroom, too. But it didn't bother him. He didn't need a huge bedroom or bed. Or did he? Was there more fun to be had in a larger bed?

He turned at the sound of the bathroom door opening, and again, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. She wore a tee shirt that hung off one shoulder, offering a glimpse at the upper roundness of one of her firm, delicious tits. It reached down almost to the lowest reach of whatever it was she was wearing beneath. Yoga pants? He assumed so. Girls liked those, didn't they?

After looking her up and down, Charlie murmured, "Wow."

"Is this alright?" Claudia asked. "I wanted to be comfortable. I hope you don't mind."

He couldn't take his eyes off her, again mumbling, "Yes. Alright. No, I don't mind." He wanted so badly to take off some of his clothes and get comfortable, too.

She sat on the couch and invited Charlie to sit next to her. She promised, "I won't bite. Honest."

Charlie's heart was pounding hard and fast. He hesitated a moment, then moved to sit next to her. He didn't know what he was supposed to do next. So far, Claudia had led the way in all this. He would let her continue to do so and then gladly, happily follow along.

 

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Claudia didn't hesitate once Charlie sat next to her. She immediately turned more toward him and crawled up into his lap, straddling him with parted thighs. She leaned into him, pressing her breasts to his chest and her mouth to his in a passionate kiss.

 

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Charlie was shocked by Claudia crawling into his lap, straddling his groin. He panicked for a moment, knowing that he was already semi-stiff. This was only going to harden him even more, which it instantly began doing. His hands instinctively went to her hips, but even as they landed on her, Charlie was concerned about what he was doing. Where was he supposed to put his hands? Where they supposed to stay in place and not move? Could he caress her? Grope her?

As he had thus far, Charlie just went with it. Claudia obviously knew what she was doing. He liked that, but at the same time hated it. Didn't all this knowledge come from experience with other guys? Should he be jealous? Or thankful? What had she learned from these other guys? Would she put it to use making him feel good?

All the time these thoughts were going through his mind, Charlie's lips and tongue were dancing with Claudia's. She was such a good kisser. He himself was a quick learner, and he thought he was doing a good, maybe even great job of picking up her cues.

Finally drumming up some courage, Charlie slid his hands up Claudia's waist, finding her ribs, then realizing that she wasn't wearing a bra. He pulled back from the kiss to look her directly in her eyes, surprise and wonder likely filling his face. He wanted so badly to get a handful of tit, but what if that was too fast? Charlie didn't want to screw this up. He'd likely never have a girl want to be with him like this again.

 

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Claudia pushed her upper body hard into Charlie's as they kissed, wrapping her arms around his head, hugging it as her lips and tongue meshed with his own. She was straddling him as she upon his thighs, and even though she was yearning to push forward and feel his manhood against her womanhood, she delayed this for now out of concern that he might think she was a big, nasty ho.

As the smooching persisted, Claudia kept waiting for Charlie to start copping a feel. She thought that maybe she was going to have to initiate that next step, too, when finally, she felt his hands caressing their ways up her waist until they were finally flanking her boobs.

Charlie pulled back and looked into her eyes with an expression that screamed of asking for permission. Claudia smiled wide, then reached to take hold of his, moved it down and under her oversized tee, and then moved it up her front as she whispered, "It's okay. I want you to touch me, Charlie."

A moment later, Claudia was pressing the teen's hand over her firm, B-cup tit. She studied his reaction with a smile, kissed him passionately again as she encouraged him to grope her gently, then whispered into his ear as she nibbled on its lobe, "I have two of them, by the way."

 

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"It's okay," Claudia said in whispers as she took Charlie's hand and maneuvered it slowly up under her shirt toward a breast. "I want you to touch me, Charlie."

Charlie allowed Claudia to move him at will, looking into her eyes as his brain was screaming out OH MY GOD, WE'RE GOING TO TOUCH HER BOOB! And a moment later, he was. And it was beautiful. It was everything he'd ever thought it would be. More even! Charlie squeezed gently, thinking that maybe he was supposed to do that. Claudia didn't seem to mind. She didn't cry out that it hurt or was unwelcomed or anything. She actually encouraged him with her own hand guiding him.

His fingers contacted her nipple, leading him to caress his palm downward to allow him to touch, to press, to sort of rock the nub side to side. Charlie had expected it to be harder than it was for some reason. Actually, the reason was that sometimes women's nipple pressed through the fabric of their clothes, and he'd always thought that meant they were hard, like a pencil eraser.

"It's soft," he said before he really even realized he was saying it. He clarified, "Your nipple. I'd always thought..."

He let the thought go, and Claudia kissed him again, then said, "I have two of them, by the way."

Charlie didn't immediately understand what she meant, then with too much volume proclaimed, "Oh! Two nipples!" Suddenly he felt stupid, flushed red, and apologized, "I'm so sorry. That was ... I'm an idiot."

He slid his second hand up under Claudia's shirt, found her other breast, and squeezed, caressed, and pinched at it, too, as they returned to kissing passionately. After a couple of minutes, his fears began to creep up on him regarding how fast this had all come to be, and he asked, "Claudia, why now?"

He paused a moment, then clarified, "Why are we doing this now? I've known you all my life. I've, oh God, I've wanted to do this all my life. With you. Not with anyone else."

That wasn't entirely true, obviously. Charlie had had fantasies about all of the pretty girls at school and more than his share of them on TV or the internet. But Claudia was the one he'd truly always wanted to put his hands on. He finished, "Why now?"

 

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Claudia was thoroughly enjoying the feel of Charlie's hands upon her breasts. Her nipples had always been supersensitive, and with a bit of direction from her, the teen was gently tweaking them in such a way that it sent shivers up her spine and gooseflesh all up and down her arms, back, and even her legs.

She laughed aloud when he said "Oh! Two nipples!" after she'd enticed him to fondle both of her boobs.

"You're not an idiot," Claudia countered after Charlie had called himself that. She contemplated pointing out that he was new to this, but then realized that it might imply that she wasn't.

He suddenly ceased his forward progression on pleasing her breasts with a question, "Claudia, why now?"

She pulled her head back a bit to focus on his eyes as he asked, "Why are we doing this now?"

He spoke of them having known each other all their lives, then told her that he'd always wanted to do this with her and no one else. He asked again, "Why now?"
Claudia considered her answer a moment and realized that even she didn't know the full answer to that. She and Charlie had known each other all their lives, and she knew that he'd liked her and wanted her as more than just a friend for most of that time as well. So, as he'd asked, Why now?

A voice that had been hidden deep inside her brain all this time suddenly screamed out, Because you've always wanted him, too, you idiot! Claudia smiled, reached her hands to her waist, and in one swift movement, ripped her oversized tee shirt up and off of her. Her firm, B-cups with their suddenly swelling nipples were quickly on full view to Charlie.

"Because, even though I don't think that I knew it," Claudia said in a soft, sincere voice, "I think that I've always wanted to do this with you, too, Charlie Reed."

She shifted forward in the teen's lap, finally making contact between their private parts, albeit through his jeans and her panties. She didn't look down at them, but if she had, Claudia would have realized that the fabric at her crotch was dark with her pussy juices. As she pulled his hands back to her breasts and leaned in to return to kissing him, Claudia gently, slowly, and methodically began rocking her lower body such that her pussy was moving up and down the length of his hard shaft. It felt good, and although she hadn't planned on them actually fucking tonight, Claudia was already planning how it was all going to go down.

 

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Charlie's eyes bulged again as Claudia suddenly ripped her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. He just stared at her perfect tits, amazed to see what he'd already had his hands all over.

"Because, even though I don't think that I knew it," she responded to Charlie's question about why now, "I think that I've always wanted to do this with you, too, Charlie Reed."

He smiled at how she used his full name. The only times he heard his full name, it was from one of his teachers calling roll call or asking where his homework was; or from his mother when she was angry, and when she said it, it always included his middle name of LeRoy, a name he'd always hated.

Claudia moved forward in his lap, pressing against his cock. Charlie drew a deep breath of excitement, felt the pressure of her pussy against him. He'd never been as hard and swollen as he was now. He'd never needed to cum so badly in his life, and this time his cock wasn't inside his own hand lotion coated fingers.

She pressed into him again, urging him to fondle her breasts as their mouths went back to work. The pleasure was incredible. The feel of Claudia was like nothing he'd ever imagined before. Without realizing he'd even started doing it, Charlie began rocking in the couch opposite her own writhing, running his cock hard against her.

Suddenly, Charlie realized that the pleasure down there was getting out of control. He tried to get space between their groins, pulling his own self back and pushing Claudia a few inches away down his thighs. He pulled his face back, too, looking into her eyes with a growing panic until finally he grunted as his cock leapt. He couldn't feel it yet, but soon enough Charlie would feel the warmth and wetness of the largest amount of cum he'd ever spurted building against his lower belly.

Charlie's head dropped to Claudia's as his eyes closed and his heart pounded like a jack hammer. He would have been embarrassed if his brain hadn't been totally overwhelmed by the euphoria swamping it. It would take a while for him to regain his senses. In the meantime, Charlie simply enjoyed what he'd never enjoyed before, even if it hadn't happened exactly the way he'd thought it would go down.

 

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Claudia didn't realize how much pleasure and delight she was causing Charlie until suddenly he pushed her groin away from his, pulled his lips off of hers, and grunted as he exploded in orgasm. She watched him intently, quickly understanding what she'd done to him.

His forehead fell to the bared skin of her shoulder and breast, as he gasped repeatedly to the euphoria ripping through him. Claudia smiled, then after a moment giggled. She reached to Charlie's chin and lifted his face to look into his eyes. She knew right away that he was embarrassed and quickly kissed him, softly, then erotically, before whispering, "It's okay, Charlie. It's okay. There's no need to be embarrassed."

She kissed him again. Even though it wasn't true, she told him, "I knew that was going to happen. It was supposed to happen."

Claudia was more than aware of what premature ejaculation was. And while she hadn't actually been trying to cause that in Charlie, she wasn't surprised at all that she did. She had been laying it on pretty hard, kissing him so passionately, urging him to fondle her breasts, and particularly grinding their private parts together with a deep need of her own to feel pleasure herself.

She kissed him and caressed him and nibbled at his ears until he'd returned to somewhat of a less euphoric state. Then Claudia stood up, took Charlie's hand, and urged him to his feet. She walked backwards, leading him through the apartment toward the bathroom door, asking, "Do you want to shower with me? It'll be fun. I promise."

 

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"It's okay, Charlie," Claudia said after he'd cum in his shorts. "It's okay. There's no need to be embarrassed."

Charlie didn't think that could be right. Could it? He'd creamed his shorts. God only knew what kind of mess he had down there.

She kissed him, saying, "I knew that was going to happen. It was supposed to happen."

"Really?" he asked meekly. "I mean..." Charlie didn't know what to say. He'd never even imagined that this could happen. Then again, he never thought that Claudia Owens would be sitting topless in his lap grinding her pussy against his cock so hard and fast that he'd fill his shorts with cum.

When she stood up, his heart dropped. He feared they were over. He'd finished early and all on his own, so they were done? But Claudia took his hand and led him from the couch, asking, "Do you want to shower with me? It'll be fun. I promise."

"Really?" he asked in shock. "You and me? Together?" She meant it. Charlie said with great joy, "Yeah, sure, I'd love that."

In the bathroom, Charlie just stood there, no more sure of what he was supposed to do than he'd been out on the couch. He was still fully dressed, but Claudia was down to just her panties. She looked so incredible, and he couldn't wait to see her without those panties. But was he supposed to undress her? Was she going to undress him?

 

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When they reached the bathroom, Claudia saw the continuing expression and body language telling her that Charlie was unsure of what he was doing. This was her own first time at doing anything like this, of course. The farther she'd ever gotten with a man had been the time Counselor Ken had fingered her to her first ever orgasm with another person. But even then, they'd both been fully dressed, with Ken Paulson's hands up her camp-issued skirt while he still wore all of his counselor's uniform.

Claudia thanked her lucky stars every day that that hadn't gone any farther and that to this day she was still a virgin. At least, for the moment, she thought to herself as she pulled Charlie closer to her. She smiled and giggled, saying, "It's okay, Charlie. I'm a little scared, too. I've never done this either, but ... I think it'll be fun."

She urged him to pull his shirt off over his head, then slowly went to work unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants, unzipping them as well. Claudia glanced down as the front of his pants opened, revealing the major dark spot on his underwear where he'd creamed himself. She smiled again, looked him in the eyes, and said, "You made quite a mess down there. Sorry for that. That was my fault."

Claudia urged him to step out of his shoes and take off his clothes as she turned on the shower. "The boiler is a way's away, so this'll take a moment."

She turned back to watch him undress, and when he reached his underwear, she would lead their way forward by pushing her own panties off her hips and down her thighs. They would drop to gather around her feet before she stepped out of them and toward Charlie. Claudia did her own pruning down there, not for men she was fucking, seeing how there were none, but instead to look proper in the swimming suit she wore when she went with her friends to the various pools and water parks within a day's adventure from Toland.

She regularly trimmed her pubic hairs' lengths and shaved her patch into a neat, triangular shape. It wasn't overly tiny in size but was small enough that when she masturbated, it was hidden under her palm of the hand providing the fingers manipulating her clitoris or hosting her Buzzing Bunny.

"Do I look okay, Charlie?" Claudia asked, wanting to know how he'd react to seeing her naked for the first time. She would urge him, "You next."

When he finally did pull down his underwear and expose his manhood, Claudia would smile with delight. It was beautiful, his cock. It was perfect, not too small, not too big, absolutely symmetrical, with a fat head that glistened at its opening from jizz that was still beaded up there. It pointed directly at her, as if to say You! We want you!

Claudia tested the water, found it hot, and reached out a hand to Charlie. "Come on. Join me."

Once inside, she would pull him to her to hold him, kiss him, and eventually caress a hand down to clutch his shaft and, with soapy hands, begin stroking him with the hopes of once again causing him to shoot out strands of cum.

 

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Charlie felt his heart beating as he watched Claudia push her panties off her hips, letting them fall to the floor about her feet. He hadn't known what to expect. The women on the internet all seemed to shave their pussies clean or, maybe, have some decorative little strip or triangle or something cute and sexy.

He smiled at the neat, sculptured triangle of pubes at the meeting of her Claudia's thighs. Then, his gaze dropped a bit more, to her actual pussy. He drew a sudden breath, mumbling, "Oh, God."

"Do I look okay, Charlie?" Claudia asked.

He didn't know what to say. He was in shock. He was seeing not just his first live pussy but the one about which he had fantasized since his first sexual fantasy.

She told him, "You next."

Charlie hesitated, reached his thumbs to his hips, and slipped them inside his boxer-brief's wiast bands, and slowly pulled them down. They hung up on the end of his cock a moment, and when they finally got free, his cock sprung upwards like a dirty Jack-in-the-box. He blushed red, apologizing, "Sorry. Didn't mean to..."

But Claudia's smile reassured Charlie that all was well, and the way she looked at his erection made him feel proud. He'd always thought himself kind of below average when it came to his cock, but if he'd paid more attention in the locker room after PE or actually done some research at the medical (not porn) websites, he would have realized that he was actually an inch beyond average length and two inches beyond average girth circumference (not diameter).

Claudia took Charlie's hand and led him into the shower, the hot water splashing off them into their faces and making him laugh. She immediately began kissing him, caressing him, and then lowering a soapy hand to grasp his cock to stroke it. Almost immediately, he began breathing heavy again, his heart speeding up as he reached one hand to Claudia and the other to the wall for support.

"My God, that feels good," he whispered between delicious kisses. His mind was split between thoughts: How did you learn to do this and who did you learn to do it with and should I be jealous or thankful...? and Let it go, you stupid shithead! Enjoy this! My God, enjoy this!

His breathing continued to get more dramatic, and within a couple of minutes his balls were again leaping, spewing out streamers of cum, onto Claudia's belly and hand and eventually down onto both other feet and the shower floor. Charlie's mind was again spinning in the euphoria, and was seriously afraid he was going to fall to his knees or maybe even onto Claudia.

After who knows how long, as they returned to kissing again, Charlie confessed, "I don't know what to do. I mean, for you. What...?"

He didn't know how to phrase the question. He wanted to touch her down there, but honestly, he had no idea what he was supposed to do. They were standing together under a wide spreading shower of hot water, not lying on a bed where he'd assumed he would one day experience this for his first time. But really, even if they'd been on a bed or even in the back seat of one of their parent's cars, would Charlie have known what to do there?

 

[CutiePie1997]

While Charlie was wondering to himself whether Claudia had learned how to handle a man's cock so incredibly with other men, she was in fact wondering to herself, Am I doing this right? Am I hurting him? He's moaning, and he seems to look like he likes it. But how do I know? I've never done this before!

Then, suddenly, Charlie's cock and balls were leaping. She looked down in time to see streams of cum shooting out onto her belly. They didn't stick or anything like that. The water on her skin and the water splashing upon them from the shower head washed it down her belly and thigh to the bathtub's floor. She found the whole thing incredible.

Charlie looked as if he was going to faint. Claudia wrapped both of her arms around his waist, pulling him to her. She could still feel his cock trembling against her, or maybe she was imagining it, who knew? She kissed him, softly, then passionately, as her hands and arms kept him against her. His eyes were closed, and his forehead fell to rest on her shoulder. She couldn't help but feel pride about what she'd done to him. For him?

"I don't know what to do," Charlie said after they'd returned to kissing for a bit. "I mean, for you. What...?"

"It's okay," she whispered. "I don't really know either, so, we'll make this up as we go ... okay?"

They kissed some more before Claudia pulled back and said, "Let's wash up."

What she really meant was Let's get all that sticky, icky stuff off your cock and my belly and legs, but Claudia wasn't about to say that. She found the soft little Sisal fiber cloth bag with the bar of soap inside it that she used for massaging, scrubbing, and exfoliating. She lathered it up, told Charlie to turn away, and began running it all over his backside.

Claudia found it surprisingly enjoyable running the soapy pouch and her free hand all over Charlie's body. She'd had no idea that he was so manly, with firm muscles everywhere. The only time before tonight that she'd seen him in anything other than a full set of clothes had been more than two years ago when she'd spied upon him in a Speedo swimsuit at a pool party. He'd been so skinny and unimpressive then, but that had been before he'd begun his current occupation of bicycle messenger/delivery boy. All that riding had turned his meek little form into something impressive.

She lowered herself to scrub him lower, then actually dropped to her knees. The shower head was behind her, the water now passing over her head and splashing again Charlie's body and, sometimes, into her eyes. She told him, "Turn around."

When he did, his cock and balls were right there, right in front of Claudia's face. She just stared at them. He was still mostly stiff. She couldn't believe it. She'd always heard that after mean had their orgasms, they went flaccid. Charlie's hadn't, though. She looked up into his face, squinting and laughing and shaking her head like a dog trying to shed water after jumping into the lake.

Claudia reached out to take the teen's cock in one hand as the other began gently caressing the bag over and around his manhood. In just seconds, it stiffened up to full rigidity once again. It was beautiful, simply beautiful. And, honestly, a bit scary, too. She realized that if things went the way she was planning, she had to put that inside of her. Claudia had a vibrator, of course, but she'd only ever worked Peter Rabbit upon her clit. She'd never penetrated herself with anything: dildo (which she didn't own), cucumber, carrot, hairbrush handle, nothing.

She finally finished cleaning Charlie's lower areas, then stood to run the Sisal bag over his top half as they returned to kissing. After quite some time, Claudia suggested, "Let's dry off. And we'll go lay on my bed. You can stay a bit longer, can't you?"

 

[TiredFingers]

When Claudia dropped to her knees behind him and then told him to turn and face her, Charlie's immediate first thought was that she was going to suck his cock. He'd fantasized about that for as long as he'd understood was fellatio was, and very often it was Claudia's mouth that was wrapped around his cock.

But it wasn't to be. She made note of how beautiful his cock was but only stood back up to kiss him, caress him, and suggest, "Let's dry off. And we'll go lay on my bed."

He smiled with delight, knowing that it was just one more step closer to becoming a man. That was how his grandfather had put it once when the two of them were talking about whether or not he had a girlfriend. His grandfather, believe it or not, was the person who gave Charlie the birds and the bees lesson while the then-13-year-old was staying with him over spring break. The old man had even offered to hire Charlie a prostitute if he was anxious to, yes, become a man. Charlie had been too embarrassed to even partake of the conversation, so how was he supposed to have partaken of a professional?

"You can stay a bit longer, can't you?" Claudia asked.

"Yes," Charlie answered quickly. "I don't have to be--" He stopped suddenly, realizing how childish and unmanly it sounded to be telling the young woman who'd just made him empty his balls twice that he had an 11 o'clock curfew on Saturday nights. He continued, "I don't like to get in too late and maybe wake up my parents, so ... I can stay until maybe 10:30, 10:45 at the latest."

They got out of the shower and dried off, occasionally helping each other. Charlie delighted in putting his hands on Claudia's tight, curvy body. He hesitated to touch her in the front down there but running the towel over her buttocks made his semi-hardened cock stiffen up again.

In the bedroom, they laid beside each other, holding one another and returning to kissing. Charlie began feeling more at ease, and he let his hands roam everywhere except at the meeting of her thighs. He teased his hands on her inner thighs, but just couldn't bring himself to touch Claudia's pussy.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: I'm taking over for CutiePie1997 who had to quit after her computer puked on her.)

Claudia led Charlie to her bed, smiling broadly to him every step of the way. He was so obviously nervous, but then she was, too; she'd gone farther tonight with him than she had with any guy before, knew how far she wanted to go -- all the way, home plate -- but, like Charlie, had no experience with this and was, therefore, making it up as they went along, something that she'd said to him earlier in the evening.

"Lay here beside me," she told him as she crawled atop the neatly made bed. They didn't hesitate to pull each other close, to kiss, to caress, to grope; Claudia parted her legs several times to give Charlie access to her womanhood should he want to touch it -- to pleasure it -- but the closest he got was laying or caressing a hand on the inside of a thigh. She knew he was waiting for her to indicate what she wanted, and taking his hand in her own, she said, "You can touch me."

Guiding Charlie's hand up the inside of her thigh to her pussy, she manipulated his fingers onto her labia, then between them, causing her to take a sudden breath of excitement. She kissed him, then purred, "That feels good, Charlie."

She put her fingers directly over his own and moved them up and down her wet slit, kissing him as the pleasure built. She maneuvered his middle finger to her clitoral hood, then inside it, and again drew a deep breath. She whispered, "That's my clit ... my clitoris. You know what I'm talking about?"

Claudia waited for his reply, then began moving his fingertip in circles around it, then side to side, then finally up and down. She released her hold of his hand, saying, "Keep ... doing that ... just like that ... oh, God ... just like that..."

It seemed obvious to Claudia that Charlie was a quick study as she was already shifting her hips to and fro opposite his manipulations. She kissed his lips, purred to him, kissed his neck, and nibbled his earlobe. Again, she told him, "Just like that, Charlie ... just like ... that."

Then, pulling her head back to focus on his eyes and raising her hands to his shoulders to urge him down her body, Claudia said, "What you're doing with your finger...? Do it with your tongue ... okay? Can you do that?"

 

[TiredFingers]

"You can touch me," Claudia told Charlie.

He almost asked, Are you sure?? He caught himself, though, trusting that she knew what was allowed and what wasn't. He felt Claudia take his hand and let her direct him. A moment later, his fingers were on, then in her wet, warm pussy. He didn't realize it at first, but he was breathing hard, even harder than she was as their fingers massaged her pussy.

"That feels good, Charlie," she told him. He wasn't sure whether to say You're welcome or Good! or what, so instead he simply joined her in more kisses. Claudia continued guiding him, eventually telling him, "That's my clit ... my clitoris. You know what I'm talking about?"

Nervously, he nodded his head, then managed, "Yes. I do."

He'd watched enough porn to know what a clitoris was and that it was the source of a woman's greatest sexual pleasure. How many times had he imagined licking his tongue up and down one. Then, amazingly, after Claudia had moaned, Keep ... doing that ... just like that ... oh, God ... just like that... Just like that, Charlie ... just like ... that, she began gently urging him down her body, saying, "What you're doing with your finger...? Do it with your tongue ... okay? Can you do that?"

"Yes," he answered without even thinking. He carefully moved down Claudia's front, maneuvering around her leg to take a place between her parted knees. And there it was! Oh my God! That's her ... her pussy! Right there, oh my God! I'm looking right at it!

Claudia gave him directions on how to position himself, helping him. Charlie lay on his side because laying on his front hurt his rock-hard cock. It needed freedom, or it would break, he feared. He didn't even think he'd been this hard when Claudia had stroked him to an orgasm in the shower.

Still following her directions, Charlie used two fingers to part her pussy lips, her labia he'd seen them called, and right there, popping out at him was what had to be Claudia's clitoris. He looked to her hole, her actual pussy as far as he understood, and touched his free fingers to it. It was so wet, a slick sort of warm fluid that seemed like something between saliva and cum. He knew about cum's feel and look after years of it spurting up onto his belly during masturbation.

Claudia reminded him of what they were doing, and Charlie moved his mouth down to her. He touched his tongue to her clit, saw her reaction, and repeated it more confidently. It didn't take long for her to return to moaning and writhing. He was pretty sure he was doing it right. He peeked up at her often to watch her, absolutely enthralled with her.

For several minutes, Charlie followed any instructions Claudia gave her about using his tongue and fingers. He intertwined the fingers of his free hand with one of hers. Her second hand found his head, sometimes grasping fingerfuls of hair, sometimes pushing his face harder into her crotch, sometimes just touching him.

And the entire time, his cock was twitching as if desperate to remind him that it was there and awaiting more action.

 

[Alice2015]

Claudia was shocked at how good Charlie's tongue felt on her clit and lips felt on her pussy. She'd dreamed about such pleasure before, fantasizing that she actually knew how it would feel when she finally experienced it. But now as Charlie learned this with her, Claudia found herself writhing almost out of control and moaning so loudly that she was happy that her room was far away from the only other one on the floor, Maxine's.

Oh, God! Maxine! she thought. What if she heard us? What if she hears ME? Claudia had told the other at dinner that she and Charlie were leaving The Modern, then took a meandering route through hallways and backrooms to get to her room unseen and unheard. She didn't think that Maxine could hear her from her own living quarters, but what about the others with rooms in the hotel? Viola was on the second floor, as was Mark, at the other end of the hall. The Modern would have a third guest soon, too, but Matthew West, who would tell them all that his name was Adam Smith, was still a good twelve hours away from being another pair of ears about which Claudia would have to worry.

"Softer," Claudia moaned at one point during Charlie's working upon her clit. She added between pants, "Side ... to side ... do it ... side to side."

Those were about the only instructions Claudia had to give Charlie; he was performing like he'd done this many times before. Has he? she found herself wondering. Has he done this to other girls? Did he lie to me? Is this a trick just to get me ... because he thought I'd want him more if he was a virgin?

The thoughts of doubt were fleeting, though; Claudia was simply too deep in pleasure to worry about such petty things. And suddenly, that pleasure began rising and rising, leading her to draw a deep breath, arch her back, grab a handful of Charlie's hair in one hand and tighten the grip of her intertwined fingers with his on the other ... then cried out in ecstasy as she exploded in climax. The euphoria of an orgasm like nothing she'd ever experienced rocked through her, leaving her trembling deep to the core and forgetting to worry about the noise she was making.

She lost track of time, not knowing whether she'd cum for two seconds, ten seconds, thirty, sixty. Eventually, as a sense of ticklishness began to fill her crotch, she pulled Charlie's head from her crotch by his hair, begging desperately, "Stop! Stop! Oh, God, Charlie, stop! You gotta stop!"

She pulled on both his hair and entwined hand, urging him up onto her body, her heart pounding and chest swelling and shrinking to the deep, gasping breaths. She took his face in both hands and pulled his lips to her own; as they kissed, she tasted her own juices on his lips and tongue. She thought it would freak her out, but it didn't.

"My God, Charlie," Claudia whispered, "That was ... incredible. I've never felt ... anything ... like that."

They kissed more passionately than they ever had, after which Claudia said, "Lay on your back, Charlie." She rolled away from him, opened her lamp table drawer, and pulled out a string of condoms she'd gotten from the school nurse in Carlson Creek. She pulled one off the string, tossed the others back, and crawled over close to Charlie. Smiling down to him, she said, "I want you to make love to me. Is that okay?"

If he said yes, which she assumed he would, Claudia would slip the condom over his cock, straddle him, and slip him inside her.

 

[TiredFingers]

Charlie found Claudia absolutely beautiful and incredible as she writhed and moaned more and more intensely with every passing second. His jaw and tongue were beginning to ache from the very unusual use he was putting them through. But he persisted because he knew what waited for him at the end of it all.

Charlie had seen women orgasm, on television and the internet. He was too naive and inexperienced to know what was real and what was faked, but what he saw coming from Claudia seemed very real. And he wanted her to cum like he had already, twice. He was having the greatest time of his life, and he didn't want it end, even if he found himself suddenly suffering from lock jaw.

And then everything about Claudia changed. Her back arched and her panting cries ceased as she drew a deep breath and held it. Charlie thought maybe he'd done something wrong. But then she practically screamed out that deep breath, and Charlie realized what was happening. He'd made her cum. He'd made her orgasm. He'd done this. He'd done this to Claudia Owens.

He wasn't sure whether or not he was supposed to stop or not, so he didn't. He kept working his tongue side to side as she'd asked, feeling her fingers clutching his so hard he though she was going to break some of his, some of hers, both maybe. She had such a tight grip on his curls that he thought she might pull them right out of his scalp.

Claudia might not have known how long she was in orgasm, but Charlie guestimated it to have been almost a minute. He didn't know if that was good or not. Internet porn wasn't exactly a realistic guide, and television shows, even on cable, didn't usually show a woman's climax lasting that long.

It seemed a good indicator, though, when Claudia begged, "Stop! Stop! Oh, God, Charlie, stop! You gotta stop!"

She literally pulled Charlie up her body by his hair, causing him to playfully exclaim, "Ow, ow, ow!" He laughed when she let go and he laid atop her. He could feel her heart pounding and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"My God, Charlie," she whispered, "That was ... incredible. I've never felt ... anything ... like that."

"Then I did good?" he asked. She didn't have to answer Charlie for him to know. The kisses and grasping of him to her said it all.

She told him, "Lay on your back, Charlie."

He rolled off her to his right, expecting Claudia to come with him. She instead went the other direction, and for a moment he feared that maybe they were done. But she came back with a rubber, saying, "I want you to make love to me. Is that okay?"

"Yes," he said simply, his lips widening as wide as they ever had. He was going to lose his virginity, finally. Most of the guys at school had lost their virginity already, some of them years ago. There wasn't really much else to do in Toland other than have sex. It was probably why so many of the girls Charlie knew had had babies while still in their teens.

He watched with great interest as Claudia once again took charge of what they were doing. She ripped open the condom package, took out the circle of rolled latex, and moved into place to apply it. Charlie had put a rubber on his own cock once, just to see what it felt like. He hadn't like it. It had been so tight, mostly about the base, and he'd wondered how a guy could possibly enjoy intercourse with what felt like a girl's ponytail band around his cock.

But as Claudia carefully slipped it over his swollen head and down his length, he didn't sense that same discomfort. Maybe it was a different type of condom. Maybe it was simply larger. Or maybe it was knowing that he was going to put his cock inside her pussy and not inside his Crisco-coated, curled fingers.

Claudia moved into place above him, putting one hand upon his chest to support her as the other reached between his thighs to find his wrapped erection. As he felt his bulbous head press against her soft, wet, warm folds, Charlie suddenly blurted out, "I love you, Claudia."

He saw the change in her expression and quickly realized that she wasn't playing his cock against her pussy. Fearing he'd just fucked everything up, Charlie quickly and frantically explained, "I mean, I've always loved you. As a friend. My best friend. My best girl friend. I mean, friend that is a girl. I don't just mean 'cause, you know, we're doing this. I mean, I love this, too. But I don't love you just 'cause you're having sex with me. Though, really, that does make me love you more. But still..."

Charlie realized that he'd been rambling when he ran out of air and had to take in a deep breath to replenish his lungs. He'd fucked it all up. He knew it. She was going to stop what she was doing, jump off the bed, and send him home. And he'd be a virgin for the rest of his life.

 

[Alice2015]

Claudia was straddling Charlie's groin, grasping his cock in one hand as she played the fat end of it against her wetness when suddenly he blurted out, "I love you, Claudia."

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She just stared at him, unsure of what she was supposed to say, if she was supposed to say anything at all. Later, after this night had ended and she thought back to it, Claudia would think That would have been a great Princess Leia-Han Solo moment to say "I know". But when he said it, her mind was simply stuck on pause.

Then, seeing her reaction, Charlie started babbling what he'd meant or -- more likely -- what he thought would keep him from looking like he'd taken a big fucking step in the wrong direction. He finished with, "I mean, I love this, too. But I don't love you just 'cause you're having sex with me. Though, really, that does make me love you more. But still..."

Claudia laughed suddenly, realizing how outrageous this whatever it was was! She sat back onto Charlie's thighs rather than onto his cock, releasing her grip of it as she just stared at him, wondering what she was supposed to do next. Did she still fuck him? Charlie had told her that he loved her. They were about to have intercourse, he'd caused her the greatest orgasm of her life with his mouth, and she'd dry humped and stroked him to two jizz spewing moments of his own ... but they'd only just kissed for the first time yesterday! I can't say I'm in love with him! And he shouldn't have told me that he was in love with me either!

But then her mind began shuffling together all that had happened between the two of them in the last two days and all that had happened between them over the last decade -- more, actually -- that they'd been friends, and Claudia's lips began to spread as she realized and then said with a soft, sincere tone, "I love you, too, Charlie."

She moved forward again, rising to her knees as she again grasped his cock. She put him where he needed to be, lowered her weight, and -- as he began parting her vaginal muscles -- grimaced at the intrusion. Claudia paused, rose a bit, lowered, repeated, then again and again; her natural juices slowly wet the condom, and her pussy slowly permitted more and more of him, until finally Claudia was sitting fully in Charlie's lap.

"It hurts a little bit," she whispered, wanting him to understand the grimace on her face. She looked down into his eyes, smiled, then slowly lowered forward until she was laying upon him. "But I like it. You feel good inside me."

They returned to kissing with the rest of their bodies motionless for the longest time until Claudia -- with her hands on the mattress flanking Charlie's ribs -- rose and began ever so slowly pulling her pelvis forward, then backwards, taking nearly every inch of his cock in and out of her, again and again. She sped up a bit, then more, then more as the pain subsided and was replaced by total pleasure.

Claudia would do this until she saw and heard Charlie cum yet a third time, after which she would rise up to height, lean back with her hands upon his thighs, and rock herself to her second, crying, trembling orgasm of the night. She'd known to do this because she and some of her friends -- some sexually active, some not -- had talked about the G-spot during a slumber party, and one of the sluttier friends had told them where her G-spot was and how she'd pleasured it with her boyfriend.

Claudia had thought the girl was full of shit at the time, but leaning back as she had had put the head of Charlie's cock right where she'd been told she wanted a cock to be. The result had been an even better climax than the first, something Claudia hadn't thought possible. After the spasms and trembling finally faded, she collapsed down onto Charlie, covered in a sheen of sweat.

"I'm cold," Claudia said after several minutes had passed and the room's coolness and layer of chilling sweat began to get to her. She pulled Charlie out of her with another grimace, and the two of them worked to get themselves under the blanket. She kissed him again, then said, "Hold me for a while, please, Charlie. Don't go. I don't want you to go yet."

Claudia snuggled up into his arms, feeling happier and more loved than she had in all her life. She was spent and content ... and if Charlie did nothing to prevent it, Claudia would fall asleep in his arms and sleep the night away.

 

[TiredFingers]

Claudia's shock at Charlie just blurting out I love you had been obvious. He'd been sure he'd fucked everything up. And yet she'd smiled back to him and said in a soft, sincere voice, "I love you, too, Charlie."

He smiled wide, happy and relieved, but mostly happy. No, mostly relieved. Happy and relieved, yes, that was it. And then, to his great happiness and relief, Claudia returned to putting him inside her. Charlie couldn't believe this was happening. After so many years of fantasizing about her, he was finally going to have sex with Claudia Owens, the most beautiful girl he'd ever known.

The feel of him slipping inside her hole was like nothing he'd ever imagined. Pure, unimaginable pleasure. Charlie saw in Claudia's face the pain of him entering her, though, and then heard her confirming the pain with, "It hurts a little bit..."

He thought he should ask is she wanted to stop. Charlie didn't want to hurt her. But then Claudia added, "...but I like it. You feel good inside me."

How long had he imagined a girl or woman saying that to him? Since his first R-rated movie? His first internet porn? It boosted his ego to hear that from her. That boost disappeared, though, when Claudia rose taller to begin the actual fucking, and seconds later, after maybe fewer than six or seven ups and downs, he orgasmed for the third and final time tonight. His mind swam in the euphoria as Claudia continued to rise and lower on his cock. His cumming didn't seem to slow her down as Charlie would worry once his brain was capable of any emotion other than joy.

He watched her bend her body back, her hands and arms supporting her from behind her as she bounced over his groin. It was a spectacular thing to see. Charlie split his viewing time between watching Claudia's face as she cried softly at the pleasure and watching their sex parts as his rubber-wrapped cock went in and out and in and out of her pussy. It was an amazing sight, and he could watch it all day long.

Charlie had heard of the G-spot, of course, but he had no idea where it was in a woman. He couldn't know that Claudia knew exactly where it was supposed to be inside her vaginal walls or that her position was a result of wanting it pleasured. All he knew was that it was spectacular to watch her fucking him. Or him fucking her? Am I fucking her 'cause I'm the one with the dick?

Whatever was happening to her, however he or she or they were causing it, Claudia once again exploded, cried out, spasmed, trembled, and then fell down upon Charlie's front. He held her tight to him, feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm, loving it. She was sweaty, which Charlie giggled about, whispering, "I had no idea it was such a workout ... sex, I mean."

"I'm cold," she said after a while, and they slipped inside her bed's covers. Claudia told him, "Hold me for a while, please, Charlie. Don't go. I don't want you to go yet."

"I'm not going," he said firmly. "I love being here with you like this. I've wanted this all my life, I think."

He realized that he was getting sappy again and went quiet. He waited to see if Claudia would reply, hoping that she'd say something similar while also fearing that she'd tell him he was going too fast. I love you, Claudia Owens, he said again, this time only in his mind.

Charlie suddenly remembered the cum-filled condom still wrapped around his cock, and he wondered Do I take it off? Does Claudia? She put it on me, so. But that would be icky. He remembered back to the one time he'd masturbated with a condom on, just to see what it was all about. It had indeed been messy getting it off.

He was still thinking about it when he fell asleep with Claudia in his arms.

 

[Alice2015]

It was 3 o'clock in the morning when Claudia was awoken by a soft buzzing sound, and after blinking her eyes open and returning her brain to consciousness, she sat up quickly and exclaimed, "Charlie! Wake up! Wake up! We fell asleep!"

As Charlie himself returned to the land of the living, Claudia leapt naked out of bed and hurried for her nightgown, slipping it on before turning back to him. In a whispered growl, now realizing that she needed to be quieter, she told him, "We fell asleep! It's ... oh my God, it's after three o'clock in the morning!"

The buzzing sound Claudia had heard was Charlie's cell phone dancing on the tiled floor of the bathroom. He was supposed to have been home hours ago; he'd said he simply needed sleep before bicycle delivery work in the morning, but Claudia assumed that he had a curfew as well.

As Charlie dealt with the situation in his own way, Claudia hurried to her apartment door, cracked it open, checked the hall, then -- still in her growled whispers -- told him, "I have a key to the back entrance. You have to go out that way. Maxine will hear the revolving door if you use it."

Claudia had forgotten that Mark have done some repairs to the revolving door and eliminated the squealing that often echoes through the cavernous hall of The Modern Hotel's lobby. She knew that the regular swinging doors were locked 24/7, which meant that Charlie would have to sneak out the back, run all the way around to the front to get his bike, and then head home.

 

[TiredFingers]

Charlie's brain wasn't quite working yet when Claudia almost screamed, "Charlie! Wake up! Wake up! We fell asleep!"

When his brain did return to working order, he leapt out of the bed just as naked and panicked as she had. Crazily, his panic wasn't about is parents and his curfew as Claudia was thinking. He was wholly concerned about Maxine Toland finding out that he'd had sex with her live-in housekeeper and, essentially, her ward right here under her roof.

"We fell asleep!" Claudia continued from the bathroom as she gathered his clothes and hurried them out to the bedroom. "It's ... oh my God, it's after three o'clock in the morning!"

Charlie hurried to don his clothes, fumbling along like he was in some sort of sit-com.

"I have a key to the back entrance," Claudia told him. "You have to go out that way. Maxine will hear the revolving door if you use it."

"My back is out back," Charlie told his lover as he slipped on his shoes and tied them. "I put it out there 'cause I forgot my lock."

When he was finally dressed and ready to leave, he hurried to the door, then stopped and looked into her eyes. He smiled, telling her with the sincerest voice he'd ever used, "I really enjoyed being with you, Claudia. More than anything ever."

He wanted to say I love you again, but he was still unsure if he'd overstepped the first time. Charlie took Claudia into his arms, though, for a quick but meaningful hug, then pulled back to kiss her before he snuck out.