It had been exactly one year, three months, and about forty pounds since Fayzan had gotten laid.
To contrast with Brennan and the other guys that he hung out with on occasion, Fayzan had never been particularly confident in his sexual ability. This wasn’t to say that he wasn’t interested in having sex, it was just that he had always been a bit more reserved about it—even more so now that he was much doughier than the last time that he had experienced it.
His confidence may have been lacking but the spirit was still very willing; after a successful first date, he and Raye had taken his car back to her place so that they could have sex. Luckily for both of them, the natural chemistry between them that had taken them through their initial encounter had also translated into an equally surprising first night together.
Fayzan had a sturdy, powerful frame with broad shoulders and a thick chest. While not particularly tall, he was rather burly even before he had put on the extra weight. Though he was slightly unkempt in the crotch, with a bushy black cloud hanging over his hog, he was well-endowed enough that it didn’t seem to matter. The hungry glances that Raye gave it as he’d unzipped paired well with the dumbstruck gawking he’d gotten in when she’d taken off her bra.
Warm handfuls of caramel-colored flesh bulged between his fingers as he palmed her breasts, snaking around her waist with his other hand to pull her closely into himself. While he kissed her neck, coaxed on by her soft moaning, his fingers narrowed over the areola. His forefinger and thumb settled on her stiffened nipple as he twisted the dark brown skin lightly.
“God, yes…”
For Raye’s part, she was a particularly excitable partner—much different than it had been with Tiffany, Tamara, or even Mari. While he twisted and tweaked, teasing his way through foreplay as he hunkered down over her smaller frame, she pressed herself firmly against his thigh and allowed him to feel how wet she was. She ran her hands up and down his back, occasionally digging her nails in when he bit down between her shoulders and neck.
Eventually one hand travelled down, down, and began to fondle his erect penis.
Her touch was deft and deliberate, very different than Fayzan’s clumsily handling outside of a few more practiced moves. She stroked him gently, inching him towards climax before focusing elsewhere. Deliberately avoiding the head so as to keep the pace going, she would default to handling his sack—squeezing the testicles ever so slightly with that same demure method.
There were no hard moves with her, only a cunning approach that subtly steered them towards the bed. When she stopped suddenly and backed away, leaving Fayzan dumbstruck and fish-eyed, she used two of her little fingers to push him onto the mattress. Leaning into it, Fayzan landed with his knees bent at the edge of the bed, his back on the bed with his arms out and his palms down.
Pressing her hands down on his furry brown belly to steady herself, Raye climbed onto the mattress with him.
“Get up here.”
Scrambling a little with a small grunt, Fayzan finagled himself onto the upper parts of the bed. Raye had been waiting for him—head resting in her hand with her elbow bent into the pillow. Her own little tummy rolled out onto the sheets, soft and inviting in the dim lighting of her studio apartment.
“Do you wanna?”
There had been the slightest trail to her voice, her deep brown eyes glancing to his still stiff member as it rose from underneath his belly and bristly happy trail.
“Absolutely.”
“It’s not too soon?”
“Nope, definitely not too soon.”
“You sure? I don’t want to rush anything.”
“I think we’ve rushed pretty hard at this point, and I’m definitely not going to be upset if we keep going.”
Raye placed a hand on his chest, wiggling close and pressing herself against his side. Her palm traced a circle over his meaty chest, catching the bristly black hairs. She laid one leg on top of his, batting his foot back and forth with hers as his toes curled from excitement.
“I really like you.”
Her voice had a certain softness to it now, her breath in his ear as she leaned in close.
“And I don’t normally do this… having sex on the first date.”
“Me neither.”
In his excitement, Fayzan’s voice had jumped up an octave.
“Good.”
Raye chuckled deeply at his eagerness before she slowly slid herself on top of Fayzan’s stomach. Her warmth pressed against him as the butterflies were squeezed out of his chest. Her bangs fell over one eye as she looked down on him from above, a smile curling onto her lips.
“Because I think you’re really, really hot and I’ve wanted to do this all night.”
From there, it all came naturally. Raye slowly worked his dick into herself, mewling and moaning at the girth of the thing over the course of its insertion.
She was a lot tighter than her experienced handling technique would have suggested. Her eyelids fluttered after she’d gotten it in as far as she could bear. She was unable to follow through with her intention of straddling him, so she’d been forced to brace herself at his shoulders, having to lean over him face to face while clenching and thrusting.
On the upside, it meant that he could keep doing what he knew for sure worked. Most comfortable with the foreplay aspects of sex, Fayzan could keep kissing her neck and twisting her nipples—two of his tried-and-true moves—while she rode his dick.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t afford to jostle her around a bit. Any of his pelvic motions made her whimper in pain, and he didn’t exactly want to push it. So for the most part, he was there to let her take the reins while she worked.
“You’re so… fucking… big…”
With every move and motion, Raye’s soft tummy jiggled in time with her breasts and thighs. Their bodies dragging across each other made some wet slapping noises that took Fayzan out of it here and there. His weight an ever-present sense of consternation for him, the occasional sounds made it difficult for him to concentrate. It helped to delay his orgasm, though—buying him more time as Raye continued to work herself up into a frenzy.
The closer she got, the more erratic her movements became. She thrusted harder, forcing him deeper into herself despite the pain. Her breathing became more haggard, her mouth open and her eyes closed as she thrusted faster and faster.
As Fayzan bucked beneath her, milky white cum dribbling out of him, Raye had a big one. Something about the feeling of someone coming inside of her, or maybe the sensation of the natural lubrication that ejaculate provided, or something else entirely—she had been close for a while, so she didn’t particularly care.
Huffing and puffing, Raye gripped the pillow like a vice as she continued to bounce up and down on Fayzan’s crotch. The wet slapping sounds of their plump bodies colliding against one another may as well have been music to their ears as they both enjoyed long, eye-twitching, toe-curling orgasms.
Rolling off of Fayzan, both of them winded and ragged, Raye collapsed into a sweaty pile.
“Holy fuck.”
“Same.”
They both laughed hoarsely at the post-coital small-talk. Fayzan, at least, had never been particularly good at it. Most of the time, they just went right to sleep. Some light cuddling, for sure, but all of his other sexual partners had preferred to be rather silent afterwards—often immediately grabbing their phones to see what they missed.
Yes, he had taken it personally.
“So… did you?”
“Oh yeah.”
Raye, tickled by the admission, offered a raspy giggle as she cuddled up next to him. Her hand back on his chest, pressing into his soft moob, she laid her head down to stare at him looking up. His stomach and chest rose and fell rapidly, his heartrate fast beneath her palm. Slowly, he stabilized as they laid in wake of what they’d just done. What had just happened. What they’d both experienced.
“Did you?”
Raye laughed again.
“Oh hell yeah.” She chuckled, “I had a great time up there.”
Fayzan smiled, relieved. The last thing that he needed was to close off the first date that he’d had in a year, the first sex that he’d had in longer than that, with having not gotten her there. Even though she did most of the hard work, you know, it was something of a feather in his cap.
As they nestled close together, still warm and gooey, there was a small moment of tender silence.
“You… wanna stay the night?” she offered, “I don’t have to go to work tomorrow morning, so I can drive you back to your car…”
Very quickly, she added
“If you want to, I mean.”
“I don’t have to go to work either.” He offered a smile in the dim light, “So that sounds great.”
“Great.”
Giving him a kiss on the cheek, Raye threw off the blanket.
“I’m gonna go clean up—you wanna do breakfast tomorrow?”
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