She’s Wishing for What He’s Wanting [Part 1]

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She sat in her bed alone. Staring at the ceiling was all she could manage, after seeing Rye and all. She looked around, helplessly looking for something to take her mind off of things…

The room was very clean. When unpacking she could remember trying to be careful, almost like walking on egg shells. Filled with antique chairs, bureaus, even dolls, the room was clearly made for the wife of the house, like a little escape to childhood for her. It was an adorable room really, but nothing that really fit Lena. So she sat there. Back to her staring, and day dreaming, or was it night dreaming? Regardless, her thoughts were focused on one thing: Rye.

Eventually she slipped into a deep sleep. She didn’t even realize it, but she didn’t have to. What she dreamed of was a dream to remember…

It seemed so real. She woke up, sun peeking in through the window. She stretched in the bed and rolled out. She stumbled into the bathroom and began to fix herself up. She heard the parents getting up and ready to go to work. She figured Mackenzie was asleep. Before she even finished washing her face the house was quiet.

She stepped out from the bathroom, and sneaked into her room for a quick change. From there she tip-toed across Mackenzie’s open door into the kitchen to fix herself a meal. Before she had a chance to turn back, Rye, who was using the kitchen, waved her in.

“Good morning.” He said with a cheery voice.

“H-hello.” She managed to get out. “Where is everyone?”

“Oh well the parents are out at work and Mackie is out walkin’ the dog.”

“Oh, I though she was sleeping.”

“Nah, she was up before they were. Anyway, want some pancakes?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

He poured in another set of pancake batter while flipping the ones ready to be served. “Here you can have these.”

“Are you sure, I mean I don’t want to take your meal.”

“Nah it’s ok, I knew you would get up sometime. People say my pancakes are pretty irresistible.”

“If that’s what they call it then sure,” Lena snickered to herself.

She sat down with her plateful of pancakes and started to pour on the syrup. She almost over filled the plate, with her “gazing” and all. He was cooking topless. Granted it was a warm day, but honestly, if you wanted to save yourself from a crazed girl, a shirt should be a must. All in all, she wasn’t complaining. She had a sly grin across her face as she pictured herself creeping up behind him, and sliding her hands around the front of his chest. She could almost hear him moan as her hands started to slip below the belt. She went on and began to nibble his neck, climbing up to his hears, feeling him become restless.

Then she had to snap out of it, when Rye came over with his hot plate of pancakes. They sat there talking about school and such, getting to know each other a bit more.

“So what unfortunate events lead you to meet Mackie?”

“Oh I wouldn’t say that, we were just lab partners, and I guess clicked is the word.”

She looked over and saw that there was a drop of syrup on Rye’s lips. She thought for a moment, then smiling to herself, she said, “You have a li’l smidgen there.”

“Syrup?”

“Yep.”

“Get it for me.”

“Now?”

“Uh yea, I can’t go walking around with syrup on my lips now can I?” With that she reached over and swiped her finger across his lips, gently, and seductively sucked it off. She smiled at him and said ‘all better.’

He sat there shocked, almost, at what just happened. He quickly came back and thought to himself what to do next. He leaned over and whispered. “You know, you have a little somethin’ right there.”

“Where?”

He traced her lips with his fingers, “Got it.” But instead of licking it off his fingers, he licked across her lips. A huge rush of lust filled Lena as her pussy instantly began to throb. Her nipples stood to attention as his hands began to slip up and under her shirt. Their lips meshed, tongues passing each other, taking turns, breaths escaping when they had the chance. His fingers slowly walked themselves up her body, tracing the wire of her bra which held her perky breasts secure. Quiet moans slipped Lena’s mouth as the hand behind her carefully unhooked her bra. It instantly let her breasts free from its secure grip.

Her hands eagerly raced around his body, feeling every inch, memorizing it. Stroking his neck, brushing down his chest, slipping her fingers under his jeans, loosening his belt, and then unbuttoning the jeans. A deep grown shot through Rye’s mouth as Lena stroked his hard member for the first time. Squeezing at the base, and lightly twisting her hand around the shaft on the way up. Her slick tongue flickered in and out of his mouth with each exhale.

His right hand began to run through her thick hair and grab a strong hold of it with each pump she made on his pulsating dick. His left was running its thumb over her hard nipples, back and forth, sending jolts of pure pleasure over her body, making her quiver to his touch. Her breathing began to quicken as his had slowly moved from her hair and moved across her smooth belly. Sliding his thumb under the elastics of her panties, he could feel a cleanly shaven pussy, until he felt further down and noticed neatly trimmed pubic hair. Cute, he thought to himself. She could feel his hands getting closer to her wet snatch and begged for more. Rye, hearing her plea, lifted her up and slipped off her shorts and panties in one swift move. Strangely enough, pulling away from her warm soft hands wasn’t such a hard task, once he got to see what was between her lengthy legs…

Sopping wet with fresh smelling pussy juice was Lena’s glorious and glistening cunt. Rye leaned in, kissing her knee, then up further in her inner thigh. Her other thigh was being caressed by his hand, sneakily crawling its way up. Lena ran her hand over Rye’s back, edging him to come closer, and faster… Rye’s kisses, licks, and nibbles quickened with each passing second. Her pussy was just inches away from his face. He took a deep breath in, inhaling her sweet smell. He took two fingers, spreading her lips apart so he can gain a full grasp of what he was about to indulge in. With such ease, the two lips peeled open, revealing the cutest, most delish pussy ever, traced with delicately cut hair. Rye pressed his tongue against the right lip, taking a long stroke up, careful not to touch her engorged clit. Then to the left, pressing the lips aside, swirling his tongue all the while. His left hand stroking her inner thigh carefully, tickling almost, not so much, but enough to send chills throughout her body. Right hand holding her pussy open, while his left etched its way to the bottom rim of her hole, stroking it side to side... waiting… Waiting for that feeling of her tight pussy to suck it in.

Lena rolled her head back with both pure torture and absolute pleasure. How long has she been wanting this? May not that long, but still, this was more of a need than a want. She could feel his tongue slipping in, and out, and around, jabbing, prodding, poking, sucking… till he just took one big lick right in the middle, almost vibrating his tongue ever so gently over her clit. She lost it. Her body convulsed. With each flick of the tongue her body shook. His finger, which tenderly hung over the entrance of her hole tempting it with each stroke, forcefully intruded her hot snatch. A slight moan escaped his lips as he felt her tight silky cunt, juiced to its finest, engulf his finger. The moan made vibrations over Lena’s clit, which sent her over the edge…