Potencial Lover

She had always wanted him. Ever since they were thirteen, and that first time she had wanted to reach out, touch his smooth dark skin and melt in his eyes. They had been friends since around about this age. To Duane, though, she was just one of the lads. Out on the field, mucking about, aggressive as the others - or in each other’s houses, spending hours upon hours playing fighting games, alien games, car racing games. How could she ever tell him that it wasn’t the games she was there for? And she knew he didn’t fancy her. He went with girls with names like Jenny or Kelly, or some other conquest, while Paula could only applaud him, pat him on the back, and bury her lust deep inside.
Of course they were older by this time; both 19 by December. It wasn’t that she had followed him to University, exactly, but it was convenient that it was near to her home in Aberystwyth and it offered her the course that she wanted. They had remained good friends throughout their first year. However, she had gotten tired of her meaningless conquests, just as she had gotten tired of seeing Duane with his. There was just so much chemistry between her and Duane - she just had to make him see it. And tonight, she decided, she would try for one last time. Looking back, it was during university that she had started to give up waiting for him. She had barely even kissed another boy in her school years in the hope that he would come to her, but in time she had come to realise that this might never happen. But one last try wouldn’t hurt…

He was coming around to her dorm later on this evening to watch a DVD. It made a change from most Saturday nights where they would traipse the streets of the town centre, flittering from pub to club. Last week they had found an exit to the roof where Jim had leant over to be sick, only to find himself too drunk to support his own weight and his body threatened to topple over the edge. He had had to be pulled back, spluttering nonsense, by his just as drunk friends. Despite this scare, she had had a good time, a very good time, toppling into her dorm at 6am, conquest in tow. She had dragged him towards the bed and fucked him royally.

But now it was thoughts of somebody else that made her nipples erect with desire. Lying on the couch, Paula slid her hands under her top and stroked them, imagining that these were Duane’s large, solid hands on her tits. She fluffed her deep red hair over her shoulder and slid down further into the couch. Still tweaking one nipple, she let her other hand softly trace down to her navel, down past her pubic hair, until it was slowly massaging her clitoris. She closed her eyes and imagined these were Duane’s fingers at work. Just the thought of it made her womb churn with desire and she let a soft moan escape her lips. She let one finger slide slowly into her pussy, then two, moving her fingers in and out, sending shoots of desire up within her. She badly wanted Duane to be here now, fucking her, making all the desire she had kept inside her for so many years explode. She was squirming now, hot with anticipation, jolting her fingers in and out of her wet pussy with one hand, tugging at her clit hard with the other. She so desperately wanted her fingers to be his cock, slamming it in and out of her until she came. She moved her fingers harder and faster still, until the familiar jolts of pleasure shot up from out of her womb as her juices pulsated out of her lips in a satisfying rhythm.

Walking slowly, gathering his thoughts, Duane approached the turning of Paula’s road. His dick was hard just thinking about her, but then, that was nothing new. He was surprised when in university she started going with men. She was a tomboy, and had never even kissed anybody before as far as he knew. He couldn’t put it down to being short on offers - she was the most beautiful girl in the school, with her long, sexy red-brown hair, slim frame and glistening emerald eyes - and had therefore come to the conclusion that she must be gay. That was when he gave up on having her himself; what was the point of trying to pull a lesbian? And then, on one of their first nights out with uni, she had started dancing with this guy, her arms and lips all over him. She told him the next day that she had gone to his dorm later that night and fucked his brains out! Paula had been carrying on like this ever since, and so Duane followed suite, trying his best to make her jealous but seemingly to no avail. He knew in his heart that he should just stop trying and start living for himself, as he had had tried his hardest for six years now and she was either deaf to his signals or just not interested. With a sigh, he crossed the road over to her small house, willing his dick to go down, and tried to smooth over the disappointment in his heart.

To his surprise, a half-naked Paula opened the door when he rang the bell. Duane could tell that she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath her thin cotton dress, which he could see was cut to reveal the top of her curvaceous breasts and her long, golden thighs. He could see the shadow of her nipples and to his cock’s delight, he could quite clearly see them protruding through the material. This was a side to Paula that he had not seen before.

He cleared his throat. “I, er…”

Paula looked at this man, looked squarely into his deep, flustered eyes. To her amusement she could see that he was turning pink. Maybe I might just have a chance after all, she thought to herself. “Come in,” she said, with elusive intent.

She was lying on the sofa next to him, watching his eyes watching the movie absorbedly. She so desperately wanted those eyes to be looking at her, filled to burst with lust, rocking on top of her in and out of her field of vision. “Duane.”

“Hmmm?” He asked, trying to sound casual, concealing his shyness.

Bravely, Paula turned over and straddled him, her face close to his. “You know…” she whispered. “We haven’t yet talked about what we’re both thinking. But I can tell you want me…” she bent down to nuzzle his ear. Duane didn’t say a word, but Paula could feel him relax beneath her. She let her lips touch his, softly at first, but growing more passionate. Soon she was moving on top of him, loving what the friction in her groin did to her. She, at last, felt his warm palms cup her face, and slowly trace the outline of her dress, stopping at her nipples. Paula gasped as one hand found its way inside of her dress and tweaked the protruding bud, while the other traced her thigh and slid up her dress.

Duane moaned with delight when he discovered that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I want you to play with me, Duane,” she whispered into his ear. “I want you to put your finger inside of me and I want to feel your hands on my clit.” Duane did not need to be asked again. They rolled around on the sofa so that she was underneath him. Duane lifted his hot tongue out of Paula’s mouth and traced it down her stomach, just as she had done with her fingers hours earlier. He kissed her left inner thigh, then her right. His tong took one long lick between her legs, making Paula moan with pleasure, only to return to kissing the inside of her thighs. “You tease,” she sighed. His tongue then took one suck on her enlarged clitoris, but then began blowing it softly. “Please, just give it to me,” she begged, hearing the desperation in her voice and not feeling ashamed. He looked up at her and smiled. And suddenly, what happened inside Paula was like a rush, travelling from her womb, already threatening to orgasm with just one push of Duane’s tongue inside of her hole. Paula was panting now, on the brink. Inside his tongue probed, lapping up her sex juices, and then she came suddenly, her thighs bucking, her hands and feet tingling. She panted, trying to get her breath back.

She smiled at him. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” she asked brazenly. He crawled back up to her lips, kissing her passionately. She could taste her own juices in his mouth. “More then anything,” he whispered into her ear.

It was a warm night. She took his hand and led him through the patio doors, into the garden that she shared with six other students. Duane went to lie down on the bench but was stopped by Paula. “Oh, no you don’t,” she said, pulling his trousers down to reveal his glorious dick, purple veins pulsating. “I want to suck you until you can’t stand.” Paula knelt down and licked his head seductively. Softly, she blew onto it, knowing how it would make him feel. “Oh, Paula…” he moaned. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She looked up into his eyes, now glistening with desire, and she took the whole length of him in her mouth, gathering suction as she moved up and down. She heard him gasp, and he gripped her hair in his hands. She pumped the shaft desperately, stopping when she reached the top to pay the head yet some more attention. “I don’t know if…” Duane gasped. “I don’t know if I can stand much longer,” he said, knees rocking. Paula enjoyed his surrender as he came down, knees meeting the ground. “I want to take you, now,” he ordered.

This time, it was Paula who didn’t need asking twice. She let him grab at her hips and flip her over, on all fours. He lifted her dress, rendering her ass naked and vulnerable to the wind. She felt it tingle on her pussy, just for a second, before she felt his dick plunge deep inside her. She let a low, shuddering moan escape her lips. Duane went wild, slamming his entire length into her as far as he could go. The sensation of his head hitting the top of her tunnel, so deeply, and the friction of it on her G-spot, and the almost animal-like grunts escaping from Duane’s mouth; these all mingled in together and she could feel something forming deep inside her. “I’m… gonna… cum,” she managed to say, hitting her hips back and forth to meet his.

“Oh, baby, cum for me,” he grunted. He leaned around her body to stroke her pussy and clit up and down.

The sensation was too much for Paula, and she gave in to the feeling that was pushing its way from the inside out. He was moving faster now, in and out of her hole like a blur, and with each tug her pussy tightened itself around him. Paula’s gasps became louder and more frequent, until she was screaming into the air.

“Yes, baby, I wanna hear you cum,” Duane gasped. “I wanna feel your juices spilling all over my cock.” And with one final moan, Paula bucked, feeling an earth-shattering orgasm rip through her body, shuddering at the sensation of her hot cum trickling out of her.

“Don’t stop,” she heard Duane cry. “I’m gonna cum too…” And with a satisfied grunt, she felt his dick contract inside of her and his come shoot up against the walls of her pussy.

Gasping for breath, they collapsed together in her back garden, too caught up in the euphoria to notice curtains twitching next door. Paula and Duane just looked at each other, chests still rising, until they felt ready to start all over again.