“I’ve wanted you since the first day I ran into you at the bar,” Quint panted, kissing her neck and shoulders.
Jen was too busy enjoying his lips and tongue to comprehend was he was saying. She was finally able to coherently eek out a “Me, too.”
Jen had never known real passion until now. Surprisingly, the sex wasn’t a three-minute experience that often happens the first time two people who have been fantasizing about each other finally get together. It was intense, yet often slow and soft. Physically, Jen was in a world she didn’t remember ever visiting. Every place on her body tingled and felt amazing. Mentally, the old sexually stagnant and somewhat repressed Jen was escaping from a self-imposed sentence of sexual purgatory.
After 45 minutes of deep, physical ecstasy, both Quint and Jen were drained. “That was amazing!” Quint exclaimed, still breathing deeply.
Jen smiled.
“What?”
“I finally had it.”
“Had what?”
“An orgasm. Now that I know what it’s like, I can tell you I’ve never been close at all. I couldn’t really even fake it, because I had no idea what a real one was like. God, that was so incredible!”
Bringing Jen to a new sexual dimension made Quint proud. He had awakened an almost dead sexual soul. Jen had feared that if she slept with Quint, she might feel cheap, dirty, or both. But she didn’t. Her sexuality was finally allowed to breathe. There was no “walk of shame.” Quint didn’t sneak out after Jen fell asleep. When she awoke in the morning, it was to Quint’s hand tracing her left nipple with his finger. Her sexuality was finally alive.
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