Looking for Love in all the Right Places

I know, the words are "looking for love in all the wrong places", but join us for a journey into what if. What if we practiced sooner what we learned too late? You know, all that advice we got and ignored from our parents. Those we judged too harshly because we witnessed all the mistakes they made, that left us with less faith in their abilities to provide sane advice, so we self-performed our own trials, and errors, just to prove them correct. Can you imagine heeding their advice and actually giving our elders their due credit? This is a story of one such example; she was twenty-five and wrapping up her MS in neuroscience, and he twenty-six, was finishing up his PhD in Cardiology, both obviously very smart and contrary to their inherent natural beauty, both were socially awkward, introverted, and possibly both, just a touch autistic, which by today's standard means extra or superhuman. They were like an odd couple that you would imagine seeing on a spanish novela, too good looking to be that smart; like a couple diamonds in the ruff, or as I like to think, that which is possible in the everyday if you know what to look for, and believe that you can find love where you are at. Whoever thought that going to a club and getting hammered drunk was the best way to find everlasting love?

She's been "stalking" this guy to gather as much data as possible, and obviously is pretty poor at it because one time she literally walked headon into him before seeing him. What she had been able to gather is that he's working on his Doctorate Phd by all the books she has seen him asleep on, but what really intrigued her more was the books he gravitated towards when he needed a break from his studies. He read so much that was promising, from Ta-Nehisi Coates, James Baldwin and Toni Morrison, to Rhonda Byrne, Paulo Coelho, Brian L Weiss, and Eckhart Tolle, and what really sealed the deal for her was when she saw him picking through the comic books she too liked. Sure he looked too good to be true in irl, he's six four, has dark raven curly hair and blue eyes, he is fastidious about his appearance but not for looking good, but for smelling presentable and being kept, and not vanity or to impress. She likened him to Clark Kent with the glasses on, still too good to be true, but she had to see this experiment through.

He too has been inexplicably drawn to her as if some universal power like destiny had them literally running into each other. He knew way too much about her for never having met her. He by nature is very reclusive and shy and only got on social media, all of them, just to learn more about her, and just to find out that she wasn't on any of them. So he sluthed the old fashion way, and followed her like a creeper. It was convenient, because they both seemed to always be in, or going to the same places. He too was able to deduce that she was working in the field of neurology, that she was comfortable in her own "real" skin, and wore little to no makeup, but still glowed like the brightest star. She was tall enough where he thought he wouldn't feel too tall, and she would pull any attention away from all the looks he typically garnered and tried to hide from. She must've been five foot nine or ten easy, blued eyed and bohemian model like but without trying. He, like most, was drawn to her, and not for only the obvious reasons, like being breathtakingly perfect, or for being uncontrollably caught in her gravity, but maybe more because of the books she tended towards when she wasn't studying. In the library, he'd often grab the same book just after she put it back, not only because he too was interested, but more because he wanted to touch a piece of her mind, to share something more than what his dreams and fantasies permitted. They had so many similar interests, she entertained the metaphysical, the pseudoscience of astrology, and even D&D, and what really put him over the edge was, on occasion she would sit indian style at the comic book racks and read all the same comics he had, it was love at first sight.

She thought he was too good to be true, because she had been burned before. She hadn't dated much and has few girlfriends as well, and always found it challenging to make real friends. She blamed her father because he was always too honest with her, prepared her for what the world was like, and what he knew men would do, or say just for the "nookie", and so far he'd been spot on. The couple of guys she dared to gamble on were the exact ones he warned her of, and the advice she ignored. Just to find out they were drunkards, and just frat boys who were just there to pass the time between high school and working for their daddy, if they even thought that far ahead. College was a giant daycare for the privileged who didn't, or never had to think critically because they were only ignorant or intelligent enough to make themselves dangerous. So she quit the dating scene before she really even got started. Her dad would tell her to join some clubs if she wanted to find people with common interests, and because she grew up bonding with him over chess, he would suggested the chess club, like her mother was in, and how could she possibly follow that sound advice from her dorky parents when she didn't know yet how much she admired that about them. She thought she might like the "bad boys" but in reality, she found guys to only be overgrown, poorly raised simpletons, that didn't know much about anything, nor seemingly want to, until she met this one guy in the line at Starbucks, well officially that is.

So after months of cat and mouse, he conveniently found himself just ahead of her at the school's library Starbucks and ordered the same exact drink that she always ordered, followed by his own coffee. He asked for a lemon cake and two forks before mustering the courage to look back to her and ask if she'd join him? By that time she felt they practically knew each other except for the fact that they never said more than excuse me and I'm sorry, hello or goodbye, but finally she asked him his name, already knowing it full well, stating that she doesn't talk to strangers, muchless eat, with a beautiful smile and glint in her eye; to which he replied, that he'd prefer not to be eaten until they've really gotten to know each other better, with his own bashful smile and mirrored glint. They laughed and really got to know each other over that first getty, and the following two or three a week for the next few months, that to them, seemed like blissful minutes.

They were lonely book worms with little time for anything else than their studies, and didn't up until then miss it or want for much more, but something happened. After months of stalking each other followed by months of filling in the puzzle pieces they didn't know, they developed more mature needs that couldn't be satisfied with just necking any longer. At one point she embarrassingly confessed to him that she was a virgin, and he initially lied to her to seem more worldly, but couldn't sell it with any details when pressed, and so obviously transparent, so he confessed that he too was a virgin. How sad and pitiful he initially felt, and admitted to her, asking what could he possibly show, or teach her, to which she responded, everything together. He apologized that he lied and promised to never do it again for as long as they lived. She melted at his corniness, and they hatched a plan to be "impulsive" and set up an intimate opportunity for them really get to know each other way better and deeper, inside and out.

So they planned on a weekend getaway at his friend's beach cottage with plenty of fun and sun, champagne and moonlight nights, rose petal baths and sugar and spice, and everything nice. Of course we all know how things go, when you plan, especially when you're going to the beach. It rained cat and dogs, his car broke down on the way there and they had to Uber to the cottage. They remembered to grab the luggage but forgot their champagne in his car, the roses wilted, and come to find out, the power was off at the cottage because it was seasonal and they were out of season. So everything wasn't as perfect as they had planned for, but they didn't seem to notice. They thought that they had each other, and that was more than they ever hoped for. He set up candles he found in the pantry, opened the windows, and since it was raining and out of season, there was cool breeze and not only could they hear the ocean, but they both loved the sound of rain, and again, they had each other. They originally hoped to break the ice with some champagne, but they Uber ate some pizza and salad, and Coke was their beverage of choice, and what they were both nervous about was the dessert.

Did I mention that they didn't have power? Well they didn't so they decided to break the ice with a cold shower together. They've have necked quit a bit by this point in their relationship, but this was the first time completely in the buff, and even though he was worried about shrinkage, there was no amount of cold water that was going to dampen his excitement, goosebumps and all. She was fascinated by his raging manhood, and laughed each time they had to push it down to pass in the narrow shower. It was a quick shower and though they had fun lathering each other up and taking advantage of their unobstructed views, they were more excited about what was ahead and under the warm blankets. they towelled dried each other, and bounded to the bed like two giant fairies free in Neverland.

The snuggled together to warm up and laughed again because she couldn't understand how he dealt with something so obnoxious outside his body all the time, and that could get so noticeably hard at any given time? It was like a kickstand or a walking stick she joked and he suggested that he had, or better yet, she had something that could remedy that. They had become quite proficient at oral by this time in their courting, and she quipped that there was only so much that she could swallow. They talked about birth control so often before then, and decided that even though she was still a virgin that they would still use condoms. He wasn't happy about it because he thought it would ruin the mood, but laughed when he easily slid it down over his obnoxious hardon. She's one to joke when she's nervous, and asked if he loved the smell of latex in the morning? He just kissed her then trembling lips until they melted and softened like butter under the heat of him. He lay missionary over her kissing and caressing her beautiful face and said that he loved her. It just slipped out and he stopped like he said something he only thought to say, when a tear rolled down over her cheekbone and into her ear. She didn't hesitate and responded I love you too, and nervously quipped again that it was better timing than waiting until after the deed was done.

She asked him to make love to her then, and he said that he had some work to do as he kissed her full lips, the snail trail left by her tears, down her neck before lifting her arms over her head and holding them with one of his strong hands while he kissed the inside of her arms and underarms where she feigned trying to escape but gave in happily. He kissed around her perking nipples until they felt like they might jump up off her chest and chase his mouth down before he hovered his mouth over one and asked how she could deal with something so hard outside her body, before his hot mouth and tongue shut her up before she could answer. She squirmed under his tongue and rolled her hips under the weight of his knocking cock. She thought herself to always get unusually wet even before he actually started, but he reassured her that for him, nothing made him happier and he considered it a badge of honor. She got him good when she jockied just right and the tip of his cock broke just inside her like a delicious hot fire poker. He jumped back and out and said oh no you don't, I still haven't had my dessert. She really tried to free herself from his grip to keep him from going south but he easily brought her hands down to her sides before releasing them and then wrapping his strong arms around her thighs to open his prize. She lost all fight just then as he again hovered his hot mouth over her screaming clit and told her to spread herself even though his hands were right there.

She obeyed and loved to be able to look down her body to see his magic tongue joust her fattening clit. She could see through the forest because he loved her au naturale but she didn't confess that she kept trimmed so that she could still watch. She always felt so juvenile because of all the water works and messes she made under them but he seemed to genuinely take pride in it so she thought to put towels down and especially this time when she was going to lose her virginity. She did take some solace that she could cum and cum again under the spell of his magic mouth and this time was no different. She came, bucking like a mare trying to throw her rider and he just rose between her long legs to really break her. She said please, in his hot deliciously flavored breath that made her even more hungry to be broken. He told her to guide him in because he didn't want to hurt her, so she wrapped her hand around the base of his condomed cock and pulled him once again just inside the front door. She had him aligned and grabbed handful of his muscular ass and said there is no going back. He broke inside her slowly and it was so tight and hot that it felt she could melt the rubber separating them. She pulled him past go and they both felt something tear between them and she cried out in the pleasure of the pain.

He froze in fear and she immediately begged him to not stop. She pulled his mouth down to hers hoping to pacify the pain as she used her legs to pull him deeper. She was so tight that it burned enough to take his mind off how good it felt. He was also thankfully preoccupied by the confusion of her tears, and cries of exquisite pain, that he couldn't focus on anything but trying not to hurt her. He broke inside her in what felt like layers, and the deeper he got the hotter it got, but thankfully also slicker. She facilitated the rhythm with her legs and by rolling her hips until her cries seemed to turn from pain to pleasure. He didn't think about what he might see when he looked down between them, and was shocked when he saw all the blood, and he temporarily stopped until she grabbed his face with both of her hands and demanded that he didn't. He mumble but, and looked down again and said look; to which she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull herself up to get a better perspective. She said oh my, but in the very best way. It was so fucking hot for her to see him breaking inside her over and over again that she thought she might pee herself. He too got hypnotized by the beautiful mess of it all too, and increased his pace until they both were about to explode. She came first with her usual water works, but she felt she could go on, and when he followed like a bellowing beast, he thought he was done. He was spent and the condom was loosening around his cock like a wet sock, but she wasn't done.

She reached down between them again and grabbed his still chubby cock at the base and pulled the rubber of in one fell swoop and tried to pull him back inside her. He was excited but scared and said what about, and couldn't even finish the sentence before she pulled his cock inside her again. Oh this isn't so bad she thought as the pain seemed less, but that didn't last. He wasn't encumbered by the extra layer any longer, and she seemed even tighter than before, and as he felt more, the harder he got and the more she felt. She was soon screaming like a banshee, and again he was confused because she seemed torn by the pain, and she dug into his back with her nails, cried tears and all, but told him that he better not stop. He knew that this time there was no coming back, so he decided to make the best mess possible. He kissed her to focus her mind and as his cock got harder and harder, so did his thrusts until it was too dangerous to kiss any longer and he buried his head into shoulder and continued to roll his whole body into hers. Soon they were both climaxing, she screaming in pleasure and he exhausted from the effort to not hurt her too well. They kissed again and echoed I love you as he fell beside her, there they lay catching their breathes and she turns over and placed her hand on his thumping heart and says this is mine as if clamming some new land, to which he panted forever and ever.

Happy Hump Day!