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Don't Think Twice It's Alright

Chapter 4

I have to admit, I was quite jealous when I saw Matt’s house. I understand he’s a musician and they get treated poshly, but this place was bigger than the office building I worked in! I walked in and looked around with my mouth gaping open. “This place is fucking amazing!” I exclaimed. “Sure beats Fig Street,” I laughed.

“Make yourself at home,” Matt smiled. I walked further inside the house, still looking around in amazement.

I made my way to the bedroom and almost fell over when I saw the bed. It was bigger than a king-size, had to be. “Geez, I bet you could fit 10 people in that bed,” I said, looking over to him.

“Maybe, but two is my limit,” he teased. “Go ahead, jump on it...I can see it in your eyes that you are dying to,” his deep throaty laugh rattled my bones.

I put my finger in my mouth with a silly grin, looking back and forth between him and the bed, deciding if I should give in to my childish inhibitions. “What the hell?” I said and pounced on the bed, delighted. I started to jump up and down, up and down. Matt just stood there and laughed at me.

After a few minutes of vigorous jumping, I took my last hop into the air and came down onto the soft mattress on my back. I just laid there, laughing. “That felt good.”

Matt sat down on the bed beside me, looking down at my face. “Theo, it’s so cool to finally be around a girl that can let loose and just have fun. Not give a fuck what anyone says about it. It’s a breath of fresh air,” he said, looking deeply in my eyes, smiling.

I took a deep breath and rolled on my side to face him. “You mean California girls don’t jump on beds?”

He shook his head at me. “California girls don’t do a lot of things.”

“Well, that truly is a pity. Poor Matt, you are so deprived. That’s why they say that us southern girls are the best,” I boasted.

His arm slowly extended towards me and he laid his heavy hand on my head, beginning to gently stroke my hair. I was surprised at how gentle his touch was. I blinked slowly and kept smiling at him.

“Would I be out of line right now if I kissed you?” he asked politely.

The gentlemen act was good at the restaurant, but damn it, ravage me already! was all I could think. “No, I think it would be nice if you kissed me,” I said quietly.

He brought his legs up onto the bed and tucked them underneath him, sitting on his knees and bending at the waist to be closer to me. All this time, his hand never stopped rhythmically running through my hair.

It felt like my first kiss. I was so nervous, almost petrified. He slowly leaned into me and brushed his nose against mine a few times before softly pressing his lips against my own. He repeated the kiss over and over until my hands found it upon themselves to move to the nape of his neck and squeeze him tightly, which in turn caused him to slide his hand up my leg, finding its way to my soft cheek. The kiss turned into a wicked battle of tongues. We playfully thrashed our them about each other’s mouth and began to let out subtle laughs and sighs of happiness.

The moment of passion swelled quickly and next thing I know, my hands are clawing at his shirt, wanting to free his beautiful chest. He leaned up enough for me to have room to remove it and toss it to the floor. My breath was taken. His chest was perfectly chiseled, so defined, looking like steel, but feeling like silk. I moved onto my back as he straddled my body, gently sitting upon with my stomach, not with full weight. My hands reached up and pressed firmly against his pecks and I rolled them so that my fingernails were making contact, slowly scoring them down the front of his chest. A sharp sigh escaped his lips and I could tell he was liking it.

He began to firmly rub my breasts through my shirt and slyly began to pull it up, exposing a little of the flesh on my stomach. As my shirt moved up, he moved down, coming face to face with my tight belly. I shivered when I felt his warm, wet tongue press against my flesh, leaving trails of saliva as he slid it from the waist of my jeans up to my belly button. My eyes snapped shut and my body relaxed. I could feel him flawlessly unbutton and unzip my jeans, stopping for a moment to look up at me. When he realized that I wasn’t going to fight him, he continued.

He sat up and grabbed me under my knees and pulled them up so I could leverage myself to push my butt up off the bed. He grabbed the waist of my pants and tugged them down to my knees, giving me time to rest my butt back on the bed before lifting my legs to finish removing them. I had on black satin thongs and he must’ve really liked them, because he left them on. Caressing my thighs lightly, I suddenly felt his tongue reach out and lightly lick my right thigh. My breathing became louder, but still, no sound was made. His tongue trailed down further, running his index finger under leg cut of my underwear towards my crotch. Pulling them to the side, he brushed his lips back and forth over my clit and blew on it softly. I could feel my excitement growing. He gently sucked and flicked my throbbing clit and his breath was now becoming louder.

I sat up, much to his disappointment, and looked at him passionately. “Stand up,” I encouraged. With a little hesitation, he obliged and rose to his feet, his knees touching the edge of the bed. I sat up and scooted up so my legs hung over the bed with him nestled between them. I reached up and grabbed his belt, roughly tugging it from his belt loops.

His semi-erect cock was becoming more and more visible. I rubbed his stomach with my hands and kissed him lightly as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slowly pushing them from his hips to let them fall to the floor around his feet. He was now fully hard, and his boxers rose up like a pitched tent. Usually I would’ve laughed at the sight, but I was so into the moment with him, I couldn’t think of anything but pleasing him. A deep groan came from his mouth as he felt the fabric of his boxers rub against his erection as I pulled them down his thick legs. I lowered my head so my lips were level with his cock. I playfully stuck my tongue out, lightly touching the tip, making circles around the head. I reached up with left hand and grabbed his shaft and began sliding up and down as I lowered my lips down around his full length, my other hand gently massaging his balls. His eyes closed, head went back, and parted his lips slightly, putting his hand on the back of my head, his other hanging at his side. I continued to suck him firmly, his groans of ecstasy ringing loudly.

He backed away from me and grabbed me under my arms, pulling me to a standing position in front of the bed. Slowly, he turned me around so that my back was facing him and he slid the palm of his hand up my back to my shoulders. He gently pushed me forward so that my upper body was resting on the bed. He rubbed my hips and ass slowly, squeezing my cheeks firmly between his fingers. I felt his fingers slip underneath my thongs and he pulled them down my legs, squatting behind me. He dipped his tongue inside my wet pussy a few times, and as he went to stand, he slid it up my ass cheek, followed by a loud, hard smack.

He rubbed his erection over my ass a few times before grabbing the base of his cock and gently pushing it inside me. I let out a loud gasp as I felt him against my constricting walls. His movements in and out were so gentle and loving. I reached between my legs and rubbed his balls as he kept pumping in and out of me. As our excitement grew, his thrusts became harder and faster. He tightly gripped my hips in his fists, pulling me into him as he pushed forward. Our lovemaking seemed to go on for hours, the sweat from his chest rolling down onto my back. Finally, I began to moan uncontrollably as my orgasm erupted and my pussy clenched tightly around his dick, not wanting to let go. Moments later, he quickly pulled himself out of me and jerked himself off onto my ass, groaning with extreme pleasure. I couldn’t move. I just laid there, panting heavily. He picked up his shirt from the floor and wiped his cum from my body.

Still not a word was spoken. We laid next to each other on the bed, still writhing from the events that had just taken place. It was such sweet, innocent sex. The kind that you could never feel guilty about, and only wish that it would have been your first time.
A few days passed, the mornings somewhat mimicking the first. It was time for Lisa, Kate, and I to return home.

We were standing on the balcony in front of my hotel room leaning against the railing, looking out at the sky. “I really hate to go, you know that?” I asked Matt, almost sounding as if I could burst into tears at any given moment. “This week has been something else.”

He reached over and tucked my hair behind my ear and rubbed my cheek. “Theo, you’ll see me again,” he started.

“I hope so,” I smiled a little. He stepped in front of me and rubbed up and down my arms. “I guess I should get to packing. We’re leaving in 20 minutes.”

“Ok,” he smiled and hugged me tightly. “See you in a few weeks?” he asked, looking down at my face, trying to see if I was going to smile or not.

“See you in a few weeks,” I repeated, looking up to him so he could see my smile and know that I was happy that he wanted to see me again.

We embraced tightly for a few moments, then exchanged our telephone numbers and such before he gave me the most passionate kiss I have ever received. I was overwhelmed with emotions of sadness, worry, happiness, excitement...maybe even a pinch of love.
“That’s some great material to work with, Theo.” Sandy smiled excitedly. “Can you believe we’ve already been here for 2 hours?”

“Wow, it’s been two hours already??” I said, finding it hard to believe. I lost track of all time when I would reminisce about Matt and I. It felt good to be telling someone other than myself what a wonderful, loving gentlemen and husband he was. Of course, I didn’t tell her the steamy sex scene or any of that, that’s for Matt and I only. But, I found her questions very unthreatening and even fun to answer.

We talked on and on for hours about my relationship with Matt. I swear she could’ve had enough to film an entire television series. When we were finished, she told me all her thank-you’s, and told me that she would notify me when the episode aired. I was excited to see how it came out...and if the public would embrace us finally as a married couple.


This was great. I really loved reading this story. Great work. I hope you update this soon.
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