Mixed Marriage — Part 1 of 2

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“I met a guy,” Ella said. “A really great guy.”“Did you now?” Elizabeth said. “That’s news. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?”“Yes, it has. But the moment we were introduced, it just felt right. Instant connection.”“What’s his name?”“Max.”“And how did you meet Max?”“I met him at a friend’s house. We clicked immediately, we talked for hours that first night.”“And when was this?”“A week-and-a-half ago. Then the next day he called to ask me out and we talked for a few more hours. Every day since. I’ve never felt so close to someone this fast. It seems so natural, it’s scary.”Elizabeth had been Ella’s therapist for a number of years. The sessions began after Ella lost her mother, to whom she was very close, as a teenager. The sessions helped her through her grief. Then several years later her father got remarried to a much younger woman, which was another major adjustment, and then less than two years after that he dropped dead of a heart attack. Ella had leaned on Elizabeth through all of it.“So,” Elizabeth continued. “Go on.”“We’ve talked constantly. I’ve never been able to talk to a man like this. It’s like a drug, something I didn’t think was possible. We’ve only had one real date since we first met.”“So it was a good date?”“Oh yes, very good.”“How so?”“I went to bed with him. We fucked our brains out.”“Wow, Ella, that’s a surprise. That was pretty quick, wasn’t it?”“I know. We didn’t plan on it. It kind of happened by accident. We were having a good time, it felt natural, we just went with it.”“Have you talked to Hannah about this?”“Yes, I saw her Saturday night. Told her everything. She’s cool.”“She’s cool? You’re sure about that?”“Yeah, we knew this time would come at some point. She’s going to meet him this weekend.”—-Max and Ella met at a party at the home of a mutual friend. When they were introduced and their eyes first met, things changed for both of them, and they both sensed it. Their reactors ignited, their rods heated up and the chain reaction was underway. Ella had the look Max was often drawn to: shoulder-length brown bob surrounding her high cheekbones, smooth creamy face, and a lean, toned body. And she felt the same, was immediately attracted to him, his blond hair, warm smile and tall, athletic frame.But it was their conversation that was the glue. They spent the rest of the party together, talking for several hours about anything and everything, in a province of their own making, ignoring the guests coming and going around them, until the party started breaking up. Max walked Ella to her car. They talked another twenty minutes standing there, exchanged phone numbers. He said he’d call her the next day and kissed her goodnight. They felt like they’d found magic in a bottle.When Max called her, the stream-of-consciousness conversation picked up right where it had left off. They talked for two hours before he asked her out to dinner for Saturday night. Ella said she would love to, but would Friday be okay instead? She and her stepmother had tickets to the theater Saturday night. They agreed that Friday would be fine.Both were happy and anxious when Friday evening arrived. Max picked her up and thought she looked stunning in her silky, brown leopard jumpsuit with her tanned arms and shoulders exposed. He took her to a popular seafood restaurant and they were seated on the deck overlooking the town dock. They drank beer from a pitcher and munched on an appetizer while they talked and watched the boaters come and go. Dinner was served, broiled platters, along with another pitcher, and the nonstop conversation continued as the sun went down. They ordered after-dinner drinks.A couple from a nearby table asked them if they would mind taking their picture. Ella obliged, hopped up and snapped a couple of shots with their smartphone. Then Max held out his own phone and asked if they would return the favor, which of course they did.They looked at their photo together. It wasn’t too bad for an impromptu moment on a first date.“Well, would you look at this handsome couple,” Max said. “The woman is a knockout!”Ella smiled shyly. “Yes, not bad. The guy’s pretty damn cute, too.”“I don’t know what made me ask them to do that,” he said. “I’m almanbahis usually camera-shy. I don’t photograph very well.”“I know what you mean. I’m rarely happy with pictures taken of me. But often the best ones are the ones you aren’t expecting. Spur-of-the-moment, like this one.”“Right. Whenever I pose for a photo, it always looks phony. Say cheese, and all that crap.”“Yes. Like school portraits. Or your driver’s license.”“Oh yeah,” Max said. “What worse setting is there for a photo-op than the Department of Motor Vehicles?”After a short pause, Ella said, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”“Show what?”“Our driver’s licenses.” She started digging in her purse.“Okay.” Max took his wallet out of his pocket and removed his license. He handed it to Ella, and she handed over hers.“You look pretty good here, Max, you handsome devil. Wore a tie and everything.”“I went there on the way to work.” He looked at Ella’s face on the license. It looked fine to him. “Your mugshot is beautiful, I must say,” he added.“Oh, please,” she said.Ella scanned over the data on Max’s license: Address, age, height, weight, organ donor. Then she saw his date-of-birth.“Max!” she barked, and turned to look at him with twisted lips. “Today’s your birthday!”“Yup. Guilty as charged. Twenty-nine and holding,” he said with a cringe, and raised his drink. “A toast! To my extreme good fortune to share my day with such a smart, beautiful lady!” They clinked glasses.“Why didn’t you tell me?”“It wasn’t important. I wanted to be with you. And I wanted you to be with me. But I didn’t want you to feel any obligation. Not that you would…”“But to be out with you on your birthday. I should do something. We should celebrate“I am celebrating! I’m with you.”“But I should give you a gift or something.”“No, Ella. This is why I first asked you out for tomorrow night, so my birthday would be over with. I never thought we would scrutinize our driver’s licenses.”“I’m getting you a gift tomorrow.“No, you won’t.”“I’ll pay for dinner.”“No.”“But, I want to, uh, I should do something.”“No, you shouldn’t.”They bantered back and forth for another minute or two in avid disagreement.“Are we going to have our first argument?” she pouted.“Not if I can help it,” he replied.“Good. Now what?” she said.Some couples can be together for weeks or months and not be much farther along than the first or second date. Other couples can be together a few hours and feel like they’ve known each other their whole lives. Max had already put himself and Ella in the latter category. And he was feeling frisky, so he took a shot.“Okay,” he said. “If it will prevent our first argument, you can give me a gift, and it won’t cost a cent.”“Really? What is it?”“An I.O.U.”“An I.O.U.? An I.O.U. for what?”“For a B.J.”Ella looked at him with mock shock, her mouth agape and eyes like hypnotic hoops.Max got scared. He’d gone too far too fast.“Ella, I’m so sorry,” he said plaintively. “That was a joke. I didn’t mean that, it’s the beer talking. Please forgive me, I don’t know…”“No. It’s okay,” she said, cutting him off. “I’ll do it. We’d get around to that sooner or later anyway.”She dug into her purse again and pulled out a Bic pen and a dry-cleaning receipt. On the back of the receipt, she wrote: ‘Happy Birthday Max, I O U one blowjob’. She signed it, dated it and handed it to him.They laughed. They kissed. They shook hands and shook their heads. Max paid the check. They walked out of the restaurant snickering. Max had Ella’s hand in his, and the I.O.U. in his pocket. He cashed it in that same night.—-Not that he really needed it. Ella had put their relationship in the same category Max had. She wanted him and he wanted her.Max took her home to his place, a small townhouse in an older neighborhood. They were barely inside the front door when she came into his arms and kissed him deeply.“I’ve never done this before,” she said as she began unbuttoning his shirt.“What?”His shirt came off.“Had sex on the first date.”She unhooked his pants and started on the zipper.“Ella, if you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to. I was only kidding when I said…”“No, you weren’t. You’re ready, so am I.”His trousers dropped to his ankles. She put her hand almanbahis yeni giriş in his crotch and felt his stiffened cock through his skivvies.“I know I’ve only known you a week, but I feel like we’re past due,” she said.“I know what you mean,” Max rasped, kicking off his shoes and pants. He took her hand and led her up the stairs toward his bedroom.Halfway up, Ella stopped and Max turned to her.“Sit,” she said, pushing him back onto his butt. “Ever had your dick sucked on the steps?”Max shook his head. “I’ll be the first.”Ella pulled off his shorts and watched his cock pop out and point at the ceiling. Beautiful, she thought, long and hard and ready. She held it in her hand and felt its heat as she and Max kissed. Then she moved down a step onto her knees and took it into her mouth.It had been a long time since she’d been with a man, but she hadn’t forgotten how to suck cock. Max leaned back on his elbows and watched in ecstasy as she sucked it, licked it, kissed it and held his fleshy balls in the palm of her hand. He rocked his groin gently with her movements and his fingers played in her hair.Quite a birthday, he thought. Such an unexpected pleasure to be sitting there watching his cock slide in and out of this foxy lady’s mouth. His balls tightened in her hand as he swung his shaft into her, coaxing his cum to rise up through it.He tried to make it last and defer his eruption, but he couldn’t; it felt too good and he wanted it too much. Before long it was imminent. His body quivered and he groaned aloud when his ejaculation unleashed. Ella groaned too but she kept her lips gripped around his thick, engorged penis, and felt the surges of his semen dart into her mouth. After five or six vibrations of Max’s torso with her mouth still clamped around his meat, he watched her head back off and his cock slide out of her mouth. “That’s a lot of cum,” she said, as she swallowed.“It’s been a while for me,” he said.“Me too.”“That was wonderful, Ella. You’re amazing.”He pulled her into his arms and plunged his tongue into her mouth, sticky with his cum. He had one hand on her ass and the other between her legs.They climbed the rest of the stairs and walked a few more steps into his bedroom, where they embraced and kissed again. He slipped his thumbs under the shoulder straps of her jumpsuit and the leopard skin fell to the floor. All that was left was her skimpy, black panties. They fell as one into his bed.“This is where I’ve been jerking off all week thinking about you,” he said softly.“You don’t have to jerk off tonight,” she said.They kissed again, a long one. He traced his fingers lightly over her smooth breasts and perky nipples. Then his mouth inched its way along her neck and shoulders to those breasts as his hand slipped into her panties and his fingers entered her dampened, open snatch.“Ooh,” she cooed, and her crotch squirmed with his touch; his fingers delved deeper inside her.After several minutes of tit-sucking and finger-fucking, Ella’s nipples felt like crushed stone and her pussy was a soaked sponge.“Now it’s your turn to come,” Max said.He maneuvered onto his knees between her thighs and Ella raised her legs as he pulled off her moistened panties. He spread her legs and dove his lips into her bare, pink, wet cunt. She moaned with delight. He licked her lips, tasted her sweaty brine and she mashed her muff against him. He dug his face into her crotch like it was a hot towel, his tongue craned into her marshy depth, tasted her hungry funk, and Ella squealed as his hands squeezed her buttocks in time. Her body squiggled as her pussy french-kissed his face, and she mooed like an unmilked cow when his lips encircled her clit and sucked it into his mouth. “Oh yes!” she hissed.Max took that as encouragement. He alternated sucks and licks, and her meaty member puffed in his mouth. His fingertips joined firmly in the crack of her ass as he deep-massaged her butt. He decided he was going to take his time tasting her, make sure she came and came big, before he moved up, stuck his dick into her and took his time fucking her.He kneaded her hot button with his rubbery lips. He tongue-fucked her soaked tunnel and teased her asshole, almanbahis giriş licking his own fingers in the process. Ella exhaled breathy grunts over and over until they grew in volume and her body spasmed right and left and her body unleashed.With a sharp scream, Ella’s cuntwater flowed with a tremulous force into Max’s face. When she’d fully released and her shakes had reduced to tics, Max licked up her cum from her thighs. Then he went back to what he had been doing before: sucking her clit, tonguing her vagina, and digging his fingertips into her ass. And he kept at it, and kept on keeping at it, and Ella sang along with moans of pleasure.Ella had never had a man go down on her like this, and stay down this long. Her crotch was tossing and turning and her pussy was now hypersensitive to his touch. It was almost too much, like her cunt was a compact car sitting at a red light idling at 6000 RPM, ready to peel out. She knew she was going to come again so she locked her fingers into Max’s hair and held his head firmly, swung her groin into him, scissored his head with her legs, fucked and sucked his stretched tongue.Then the light turned green. Ella screamed again, then she creamed again, wetting the bed and her thighs and the happy face between them. When her body finally settled Max sucked it up like nectar.“Oh My God!” Ella said, and pulled Max’s face up to hers.They kissed long and hard and deep, their tongues probed their mouths and their hands jitterbugged over their bodies. “You are so beautiful,” he said. He sucked a nipple into his mouth.“God, what a climax! Two of them!” she replied. He kissed her neck.By now, Max’s dick felt like an inflamed missile, locked and loaded. Ella pulled on it like she wanted to suck it again, but it was time to put his meatloaf in the oven. He rolled atop her and his cock made a beeline for her saturated slot. He slid in balls-deep in one sweet stroke.To Ella, his cock felt like hot gold inside her. Her flesh tingled when she secured her vaginal walls snugly around it; it was a lightning rod radiating heat. She was wet as a flooded marsh and Max’s big cock started slipping and sliding into her hard and fast. She scrunched her cunt around it and the new friction created new heat and she slung it at him, increasing his depth inside her, and then faster, and sweat soon broke out on both of their bodies.They slowed to a lover’s pace, gentle, easy, Max’s cock digging deep, as their tongues swirl-fucked in their mouths and their fingers dug into their flush, clammy flesh. They took their time, patient lovers willing to wait for the joy that was to come.Max bleated loudly and his body shivered in uncontrolled release when he came. His semen sprinted up through his shaft and did pole vaults on the way out. His body shook on top of her, and he felt the burn in the tip of his cock, during and after his expulsion.Ella never left that night, and in the morning they woke with big smiles and did it all again.—-Just like that, they were a couple. Lovers. Smitten. Proud. Each wanted to show off the other to their family and friends.Max introduced Ella to his parents and his sister. That went well, especially with his sister Carly. Carly was twenty-seven, just a year older than Ella, and they hit it off right away.Ella’s stepmother, Hannah, had them both over for dinner to get acquainted and that came off just as well. Any unease was eliminated right away. Max was surprised not only by how warm and witty Hannah was, but how hot and young she looked. He hadn’t had any specific expectation, but he hadn’t expected this either: attractive, blond hair brushing her shoulders, a slim, fit, toned body, and much younger than he’d thought she’d be. She looked only a few years older than he.Hannah served up a big pan of lasagna and a Caesar salad and there were bottles of beer and wine. She wore snug black jeans that hugged her shapely rump, and a red cotton top that clung here and there to her curvy breasts. Max watched her movements closely.The conversation flowed easily, as did the drinks. Near the end of the evening, Hannah asked Ella to come with her to the kitchen, said she wanted to pack up some leftovers for them to take home. They left Max in the living room and went to the kitchen and dished lasagna into a plastic container. “He seems wonderful,” Hannah said. “Good-looking, smart, courteous, respectful, good job, what’s not to like?”“I know. It seems…

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