Chapter 2 - Preparation

 The next morning I didn't know what to say or do. I tiptoed down to the kitchen and started to fix breakfast. I could only remember how great it felt to spend time with Elise. My cock jumped anytime I thought of her.

I was scrambling some eggs when Elisa appeared, coming down stairs wearing tight blue jeans and a form fitting black t-shirt with the word “bitch” written in rhinestones across the front. 

“'Mornin' Brian! I had soo much fun last night... Oh don't be like that.” I turned away feeling ashamed. Elisa appoached me turning me forcefully to face her. “Look at me Brian! There is nothing to be ashamed of. Enjoying each other, enjoying sex is a GOOD thing. I would rather you be safe exploring sex with me than getting some kind of disease or a poor girl pregnant.” 

I tried to turn away. I wanted to think of a reason to say no or stay ashamed... But I really did love being with her, as her son and maybe, maybe something more. “I love you so much Elisa!”

I embraced her kissing her neck and lips. “Now you finish your breakfast... You have football practice to go to!” She gave me a broad warm smile. 

The first week of two-a-days was brutal. Trying to compete with the high-school boys was tough, when so many of them were bigger and stronger. There was barely enough time or energy the first week to do much more than survive and not quit. 

I didn't see much of Elisa during that week either. Even than she was amazing. She would fix me protein shakes and kept plenty of cold Gatoraide in the fridge. Every time I got home from practice there was a warm meal, and always my favorites in big portions to keep me going. 

Friday night I was completely spent after the last practice of the week. I came home and barely ate and showered before passing out in my bed. I had only planned to nap for an hour or two so I could spend some time with Elisa, but next thing I knew it was the middle of the night. 

I jumped a bit as I woke up. I felt a hand moving under the sheets with me pulling lightly at my boxers. There was a cool kiss on my neck and a breathy sigh in my ear. I turned to see Elisa smiling face in the moonlight from my window. She lay there beside me in my small bed wearing nothing but my football jersey pulled tight around luscious round breasts. 

“I missed you Brian. You are so tired aren't you baby?” She whispered in breathy sighs. “I am so proud of you working hard. I think you need a reward. You just lie back and let Mommy treat you right.” 

She pulled aside the sheet and began kissing me everywhere. She started with lips... than my neck.. than my chest and nipples... I was moaning as the blood coarsed to my quickly engorged prick. Her breath and lips sent me writhing, as though a current ran up and down my spine. Her hands moved down slipping off my boxer shorts. Than they grasped my aroused manhood.

All the while grasping and pulling gently yet urgently. As she moved down kissing and licking at my sweat beaded skin, I didn't know whether to run or jump or stay. My body was bolting at each touch. Than her lips caressed the throbbing tip of my cock and I was frozen for a moment in true ecstasy. As she pulled me into her damp, warm, wanting mouth I felt time stand still.

I can barely describe the perfect pleasure of that feeling. The total and complete sense of thrilling pleasure I had never imagined before than. Every nerve fiber... Every breath and movement centered around each movement of her mouth as it took me closer and closer to a precipice... To some mounting moment... 

She encapsalated me completely. Her velvet like cheeks sliding along me coating me in her warm saliva. The subtle lapping motions of her tongue caressing the soft skin of my sack. When she pulled me into her throat and applied long deep suction... The sound of her glugging on me made my head swim for deeper waters... 

At some point the joy of it all overtook me. I could feel her mouth sucking deeper at my cockhead as her hand gently massaged my swollen glands. As though a thread had been cut binding me to reality I slipped away... the pleasure too much... 

I felt only vaguely the gentle kiss on my cheek. We lay there as one her behind me spooned in bliss. The firm pulse of her own arousal pressed lightly against my back as we fell into sleep together on my bed. I don't know if I could have imagined or dreamed of a feeling of such utter “goodness” than when I was inside of Elisa's mouth that night. There might be a heaven, but until I get there that night receiving oral sex from Elisa will probably be as close as I get. 