Chapter 2: Building Tension
The next day, Cindy knocked on the door of Matt's apartment, feeling a jitter of nerves in her stomach. Matt lived in a spacious and modern complex near the college, and she had been pleasantly surprised when he had personally opened the door, a wide grin on his face.
"Hey, you made it!" he said, stepping aside to let her in.
"Thanks for having me," Cindy replied, her voice slightly muffled by her scarf. She unwrapped it from around her neck as she stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room.
It was a mix of sports memorabilia and sleek furniture, a testament to Matt's athletic prowess and modern tastes. Framed jerseys hung on the walls alongside trophies that caught the light from the large windows, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. A plush, white couch sat in front of the unlit fireplace, with a glass-topped coffee table that held a hypnotic book and an old-fashioned pocket watch.
"Nice place," Cindy commented, her voice echoing slightly in the spacious room.
Matt closed the door behind her and turned to face her. "Thanks.
Make yourself comfortable," Matt said, motioning to the couch. Cindy took off her coat and sat down, smoothing out her skirt beneath her. Matt noticed her discomfort, her hands nervously twisting the fabric of her shirt.
He grabbed two bottles of water from the small fridge in the kitchen nook and handed one to her. "Here, relax."
Cindy took the bottle with a grateful nod and unscrewed the cap, taking a sip. "Thanks."
Matt sat down next to her, not too close, but close enough that their thighs brushed gently when he turned to face her.
"So, about this essay..."
Cindy nodded, looking down at the book she had set on the coffee table. "Right. Okay, so I'm supposed to analyze the social themes in Victorian literature, but I'm stuck on which direction to take."
Matt picked up the book and glanced at the table of contents. "How about this? What if we focus on the themes of repression and societal expectations? You know, like how Victorian society was all about externally appearing perfect while internally struggling with taboos and hidden desires."
Cindy's eyes widened slightly, her interest piqued. "That's actually a really good idea.
I hadn't thought about it that way," Cindy admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly at the realization that Matt had just helped her overcome a mental block in under a minute.
"Give me an example" Cindy said looking at Matt.
His knee was slightly closer to hers now, their bodies subconsciously mirroring their growing comfort with each other.
Matt grinned and leaned back against the couch, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Perfect. Think about the whole 'she must preserve her virtue' thing. On the surface, women were expected to be pure and pious, but underneath, there was this whole culture of kinks, bdsm, and fetishes" he said casually, his gaze holding hers.
Cindy swallowed hard, trying not to show her surprise.
"Kinks? BDSM? You think Victorian literature is filled with that stuff?" Cindy questioned. " Oh yeah, definitely behind closed doors." Matt grabbed a book from his bookshelf and continued " in this book I read about a device that women used for self-pleasure." He held up a thick old book with a faded cover. "Apparently, it was common for women to use these things to satisfy their own desires when their husbands were away."
Cindy's eyes widened in surprise and shock. " Really? I always thought Victorian society was so prudish and conservative."
Matt leaned in slightly and said with a playful smirk " That's the thing about societies, they always have a dark side hiding behind their shiny exteriors. And Victorian society was no exception."
He placed the book on the table and sat back down.
"So, maybe you can delve into that hidden side for your essay. Show the contrast between what was expected of people and what they actually did. It's a fascinating angle."
Cindy picked up the book and began to flip through the pages, her lips slightly parted in curiosity. "This would definitely make the essay more interesting. But I don't know if my professor is going to be too thrilled about all these... details."
Matt laughed softly, stretching his arms along the back of the couch. "Well, you can always sugarcoat it a bit. Make it sound more academic.
Cindy hesitated, her fingers tracing the worn spine of the book. She opened the book to the page of the device. It was an old timey fuck machine.
Cindy stopped, her eyes widening at the intricate drawing of the device.
"You're not kidding, are you?" Cindy finally managed to whisper, her eyes scanning the rest of the illustration.
Matt chuckled, his eyes following hers. "No, there's evidence that Victorian women were way more sexually liberated than what history would have us believe.
They just kept it hidden behind those prim and proper facades," Matt explained, his voice low and conspiratorial.
Cindy took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt like she was seeing the Victorians through an entirely new lens. "Wow, I had no idea," she admitted, her eyes still fixed on the illustration of the device.
Matt leaned in closer, his shoulder brushing against hers. "There's a lot hidden in plain sight if you know where to look.
History has a tendency to romanticize and whitewash, especially when it comes to sex and desire," Matt said, his voice a soft whisper that sent a shiver down Cindy's spine.
She felt the warmth of his breath on her ear, and her heart pounded against her ribcage. This close, she could see the faint stubble on his jaw and the darker blue flecks in his irises.
"Do you ever feel... repressed, Cindy?" Matt asked, his voice laced with a raw honesty that caught her off guard.
Cindy hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of the coffee table.
She wasn't sure how to answer. Matt's question felt more than just casual, and the heaviness in his voice hinted at a deeper meaning. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze drifting to the dancing shadows cast by the framed jerseys on the wall.
"I guess... sometimes," she admitted softly. "I have this urge to just... be myself, you know? But it's like society has this mold of what I'm supposed to be, and I can't quite fit in it."
Matt nodded, his expression serious. He turned to face her fully, his knee brushing against hers. "I get that.
It's like we're all just playing these roles that society wants us to play. But what if we could be more... authentic?" Matt's voice was quiet, but the intensity in his eyes was unmistakable. "What if we could explore the parts of ourselves that we usually keep hidden?
Wouldn't that be liberating?" Matt's voice was barely a whisper, but it carried a weight that made Cindy feel like he was sharing a secret with her. A secret that he didn't share with anyone else.
Cindy took a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions she wasn't quite sure how to process. She felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. She wanted to explore these hidden parts of herself, but she was also scared of what she might find.
"I think so," she finally admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
Matt's eyes darkened, and he leaned in even closer, his hand reaching up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, Cindy, I think there's a lot more to you than what people see on the surface. I see how your mind works, how you think and analyze things. You're not just another face in the crowd. You're different."
Cindy's heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitching slightly as Matt's fingers brushed against her cheek. She felt his words resonate deep within her, striking a chord that no one had ever touched before.
"Thank you," she managed to say, her voice filled with a mix of gratitude and something she couldn't quite define.
Matt's hand slowly trailed down her cheek, his fingers gently cupping her chin. His thumb softly brushed against her lower lip, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Cindy's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the desire glimmering in his blue eyes, reflecting her own long-suppressed needs.
"You don't have to thank me," Matt whispered, his voice thick with an emotion that mirrored her own.
"I can see it in you, Cindy. You're like a flower waiting to bloom."
Cindy felt her cheeks flush, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She wanted to speak, to tell him that he was seeing something in her that she didn't even know existed. But her words were stolen by his proximity, by the intensity in his eyes, and the gentle touch of his thumb against her lip.
"I can help you bloom," Matt continued, his voice a soft growl. "I can show you how beautiful you are, how powerful."
Cindy's breath hitched again, her eyes widening slightly.
She hadn't anticipated this shift in their conversation, this new layer of intimacy that had swept in like a summer storm.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the hum of the ventilation system the only sound breaking the sudden tension.
"I know you feel powerless. But I could help empower you. Help you feel more confident." Matt's thumb traced the contour of her bottom lip, sending tingles through her. "You deserve to know what it's like to be wanted, to be desired."
This was uncharted territory for her, and yet, there was something relieving about being in this moment with Matt. He made her feel seen, appreciated, and desired, all in a way that no one else had.
"I... I don't know what to say," Cindy whispered, her voice barely audible. Her hands rested on her lap, her fingers absently playing with the edges of her shirt.
"Say you'll be my girlfriend." Matt's voice was low, almost a whisper, but the intensity behind it was undeniable. His thumb still lingered against Cindy's lip, sending little sparks of electricity through her.
Cindy looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and longing. She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to respond. "Matt, I-I don't know if I can," she said. "I'm not like the girls you usually date. I'm..." she trailed off, knowing it sounded cliché, but not knowing how to express herself otherwise.
Matt's expression softened, but his voice remained steady and confident.
"You're what? beautiful!" Matt interjected, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. " You're exactly like the girls I date."
"But I don't dress provocative!" Cindy quickly retorted, her cheeks flushing even deeper. She could feel the heat spreading across her skin, betraying her nervousness.
Matt chuckled softly, his thumb still gently caressing her cheek. " You could...you have the body for it." Matt said as he scanned her body lingering on her huge 32G tits. Cindy felt his staring. Matt was being lewd and yet she couldn't get enough.
The way he savored the moment, his gaze lingering on her curves, made her feel exhilarated. She'd never had anyone look at her like that, as if she were a gift. Cindy bit her lip, trying to hide her sudden nervousness.
"and I bet with a little makeup you'll look real hot."
He continued his gaze scanning her tits, she could see his grin growing wider.
Cindy felt her cheeks burning.
She was not used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone as confident and intimidating as Matt. But despite her discomfort, there was a strange thrill that coursed through her. She felt seen in a way that no one had seen her before.
"So will you be my girlfriend?"
Matt asked, his blue eyes locked onto hers, leaving no room for escape. His gaze had an intensity that both terrified and excited her. She could feel the heat of his body next to hers, and every fiber of her being was screaming to say yes, whereas her mind was shouting to run in the other direction.
"I—" she started, but he closed the distance kissing her lips.
His hand found her hair, entangling in it, holding her head in place as he deepened the kiss. His hands began to roam her body.
Cindy gasped as his palm cupped her tit, squeezing gently.
His lips were hot and insistent, his tongue probing her mouth as if it were an uncharted territory. She could feel her tits swell under his touch, her nipples stiffening painfully against the fabric of her shirt. She squirmed. "Matt there is something you should know" she whispered.
"What's that?" Matt asked, his lips trailing kisses to her ears and neck.
"I've never done this before." Cindy admitted, feeling her cheeks flush.
Matt pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. "Never?" he asked, disbelief written across his face.
Cindy shook her head, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
"You're a virgin?" Matt asked, his voice trailing off in disbelief.
Cindy nodded, her cheeks flushing even deeper.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm a virgin. I've never..."
She trailed off, unable to find the right words, but the heat in Matt's gaze told her that he understood. He sat back, his eyes roaming over her body, as if he were trying to take in every inch of her. His lips curled up into a wicked smile, and he stretched out his hand towards her, beckoning her with a crook of his finger.
"Come here," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Cindy hesitated for a moment before scooting closer to him on the couch. " We can wait until you're more comfortable." Matt said softly as his gaze traveled over Cindy's body. "Thank you." Cindy felt a surge of gratitude and relief wash over her. She'd been terrified that Matt would kick her out or laugh at her, but instead, he seemed genuinely understanding.
Matt's gaze never left hers as he said, "Relax, Cindy. There's no rush. We can go as slow as you want. I just want you to feel comfortable. Okay?"
he asked softly, cupping Cindy's cheek.
She nodded, her body beginning to relax under his gentle touch. " Ok" she managed to whisper.
Matt gazed at Cindy for a moment longer before leaning in and capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. His hand trailed down her neck, caressing her skin softly before coming to rest on her shoulder where it formed a loose grip. His mouth moved against hers, coaxing her to open up and let him in.
Cindy's heart pounded in her chest as Matt's tongue probed her lips, seeking entrance.
She parted her lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. She gasped softly as he deepened the kiss, his hand tightening on her shoulder.
Cindy pulled away.
"Can I trust you?" she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt, any sign of insincerity.
Matt's lips twitched into a small smile that was both reassuring and sexy as hell. "Yes, Cindy, you can trust me."
Cindy took a deep breath, her eyes closed briefly as she let the weight of his words sink in. She couldn't have sex with him. She was not ready. Not yet, but she wanted to please him. She wanted to show her devotion, so she put her hand on his cock and began to rub him through his pants.
She was surprised by how hard he was, her inexperience making her shy. But she pushed down the nerves and tried to do what felt right. She stroked him firmly, feeling him grow even harder under her touch, watching the desire build in his eyes.
"Fuck, Cindy," Matt groaned, his head rolling back against the couch cushion. He reached down and helped her undo his belt, his breathing ragged. She fumbled with his pants, finally getting them unzipped enough to free him. His cock sprang out, hard and thick, and Cindy hesitated for a moment before wrapping her hand around it.
She knew this part, she had watched porn before. She tightened her grip and started stroking him up and down, twisting her hand slightly with each stroke, adding pressure at the head. Matt's hips bucked slightly with every stroke, his breath ragged and loud. She could feel him swell in her hand, his cock growing impossibly harder and bigger.
"Fuck, Cindy, that feels so good," Matt moaned, his eyes closed, head thrown back. "Lick it" he commanded. "Wrap your lips around it and suck it like I know you want to." Matt commanded, guiding Cindy's head down towards his lap. Cindy felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a sense of nervousness as she looked down at his throbbing cock. Her eyes widened as she took in the size and length of it, trembling slightly as she leaned down and tentatively licked the tip.
Matt groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he felt the warm, wetness of her tongue against his skin. "That's it, baby girl." he encouraged, his voice thick with desire.
Cindy tentatively took the head of his cock into her mouth, her inexperienced tongue timidly swirling around the mushroom head. She felt him twitch beneath her touch, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips. She tentatively began to take more of him into her mouth, inch by inch, her lips stretching around his thickness.
" Fuck, Cindy, you feel like heaven." Matt praised, his hands fisting her hair, gently guiding her up and down his length. Cindy took him deeper, her eyes watering slightly as he filled her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat.
She gagged briefly, her grip on his cock faltering, but Matt's hands in her hair steadied her, showing her the pace he wanted.
"Breathe, baby," he coached, his hips moving in small, shallow thrusts, giving her time to adjust. "In through the nose, out through the mouth. Good girl."
Cindy nodded, her head moving in time with his thrusts, her nostrils flaring as she tried to find her rhythm. The taste of him was salty and musky, the scent of his arousal filling her senses.
She focused on the sensation, on the way his cock felt in her mouth, as she continued to take him deeper with each bob of her head. Her nose pressed against his stomach, she could hear his every breath, feel the thunder of his heart. She wanted to please him, to show him how much she desired him.
"Fuck, Cindy. Your mouth feels incredible," Matt moaned, his hips beginning to move in time with her sucking. His cock expanded further, growing impossibly harder under her touch.
Cindy focused on her task, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting him deeper with every thrust.
The sound of his ragged breaths filled her ears, his groans encouragement for her to continue. She took immense pride in making him feel this way, in driving him to this point of desire.
"That's it, baby girl...Take it all...Take me fucking deep down your throat," Matt directed, his hands tightening in her hair. She felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged again, but she willed herself to relax, to take him deeper. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, his pre-cum leaking onto her tongue. She swallowed it down, the taste salty and raw.
He began to pump his hips in earnest, his cock fucking her mouth with long, deep strokes. She could feel his pelvis slamming against her nose, his balls tightening against her chin.
His grip on her hair was unyielding, his grunts growing louder and more frequent. "Fuck, Cindy, I'm gonna come," Matt warned, his voice strained. His grip on her hair tightened further, and he began to thrust erratically, his hips jerking and bucking as he fucked her face.
Cindy's gag reflex kicked in stronger this time, and she choked out loud as he forced his entire length down her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Matt's seed poured from his cock and into her mouth. Cindy relished the taste and accomplishment. She hadn’t known how much she would enjoy this.
The sensation of him taking control, guiding her mouth on his cock filled her with a sense of satisfaction she'd never experienced before. Matt then looked at her and said "It's your turn."
Cindy looked surprised, "What do you mean?"she asked.
"I want you to turn around and bend over the back of the couch and let me taste that perfect pussy of yours" he said.
Cindy hesitated for a moment and then slowly got up and turned around, bending over the back of the couch, exposing her cotton panties under her skirt. Matt then slowly pulled her panties down. Cindy felt a rush of excitement mixed with shame as he exposed her to the cold air of the room. Her pussy was already swollen and wet, her juices dripping down her inner thighs. She heard Matt's low growl of approval before he spread her ass cheeks with his hands, baring her most intimate parts to him. His tongue darted out licking her clit.
Cindy involuntarily pushed her ass forward, pushing her hot pussy into his face. Matt gripped her ass cheeks harder, spreading them wider to give him full access to her wet sex. She felt his hot breath against her pussy, his tongue lapping at her swollen lips, coaxing her to open for him.
"Oh god, Matt," she moaned, her voice ragged with desire. She felt shame, exposed, but it just added to the thrill of the moment. Matt's tongue delved deeper, probing her tight hole, tasting her, exploring her most intimate places.
Cindy's moans filled the room, her body trembling with each lick, each stroke of his tongue.
"You taste fucking amazing, Cindy," Matt muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. "So sweet, so fucking wet."
Cindy let out a deep, guttural moan as Matt's tongue found her clit, flicking and circling the sensitive area.
She gasped out loud, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensation. Her nerves were on fire, every touch of his tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
"Oh, fuck!" she swore, her hands clutching the couch cushions for stability. "Oh, fuck, that feels so good!"
Matt's tongue whispered over her pussy, exploring every inch of her, tasting her arousal with wild abandon. He lapped at her juices, groaning into her skin.
His tongue danced around her clit, circling, flicking, perfectly in sync with the slow, torturous pace of his teasing.
Cindy's breaths came in ragged gasps, her body tense with need. She pushed her hips back harder, wordlessly asking for more. Matt granted her wish, his tongue delving into her tight, wet folds, tasting her, savoring her like a rare delicacy.
"God, Matt...your tongue...fuck..." Cindy moaned, her voice hoarse and raw.
She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tightening with anticipation. He continued to lick her, his tongue flicking over her clit. Matt's grip on her ass tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. He knew she was close, he could taste the change in her juices, their flavor intensifying with her arousal. He wanted to make her come, wanted to feel her climax shudder through her.
He wanted to hear her scream his name.
"Matt, please," Cindy begged, her voice ragged and desperate. "I can't take it anymore."
Matt chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending shockwaves through her sensitive flesh.
"Please what, Cindy?" he challenged, his voice laced with a wicked, teasing tone. "Tell me what you want." I want you to make me come," Cindy stammered, her words barely audible. "Please, Matt. I can't take it anymore. I need to cum..please," Cindy stammered, her words barely audible.
"Make me come, Matt. Please, I can't take it anymore. I need to cum," Cindy managed to say, begging shamelessly, desperate for release. Matt, obliged , his tongue delving back into her wet folds, flicking her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Her legs began to tremble, her body coiling with anticipation.
"O-Oh god, don't stop! Right there!"
Matt deepened his tongue's thrusts, fucking her with it. He replaced his tongue with his lips, sucking on her clit. Cindy writhed and moaned, the world narrowing down to this exquisite torment, this need to come. Seconds later Cindy came undone all over his face.
Her body shook and convulsed as Matt sucked hard on her clit, his tongue thrashing her open pussy. He groaned in satisfaction as he felt her clamping down on him, coming apart with pure bliss. He held her steady as she rode out her climax, his grip on her ass tightening even more.
As her body began to relax, Matt lifted his head up and grinned at her flushed, panting form. "Damn, Cindy. You taste fucking amazing," he praised, his voice thick with desire.
Cindy peeked over her shoulder and smiled at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and satisfaction. "That was...
incredible," Cindy managed to say, her breath still ragged from her recent orgasm. She slowly turned her body around, her eyes locked onto Matt's.
Matt rolled his eyes, smirking. "You don't have to thank me, baby girl. I loved every fucking second of making you come." He moved closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. " I can't wait to do it again."
Matt said, stroking her hair off her face, guiding their eyes to lock. Cindy could feel the heat between her thighs, a reminder of his skilled tongue and lips. Cindy smiled "me neither."
Matt pulled her closer, his lips captured hers in a hungry kiss. Cindy could taste herself on his lips, the tangy sweetness of her orgasm mingled with the salt of his skin. Their tongues danced and flicked, exploring each other's mouths.