Anything For My Baby

"You're a goof!" I said, licking my lips.

"Maybe. Maybe, I just like you?"

He leaned over and kissed me, passionately. There wasn't any pretense of gentleness, he was attacking my lips and I loved it. Thank God! His timidity was gone, and all it took was some Cool Whip.

I set my bowl on the end table, without breaking the kiss and before I knew it, his hand stroked up my side and cupped my breast. I was amazed at how fast he moved. Maybe, he wasn't as slow on the uptick as I thought. I did change our plans to staying in at his place for exactly that, but I was still surprised.

After a few minutes of making out, I turned and straddled his hips, and dry humped into his bulge. His eyes went wide making me smirk as we kissed.

"Mm, hm," I moaned into his lips and less than a blink later, his hands were sliding down to my ass. I felt my skirt rising up my legs and then my thong-clad butt felt the cool air of the room before his warm hands found my skin.

"Oh, Frank!" I sighed as he firmly squeezed.

He lowered his lips to my jaw, to my neck, then up to my earlobe where he licked softly, giving me goosebumps and a jolt to my pussy. He felt like a rock between my legs, and I was desperate to take him out and play, all but throwing away my initial idea of limiting the night to oral.

I slid back towards his knees and rubbed his manhood through his jeans.

"Damn, Ali."

I smiled and unbuckled his belt. He smiled when I unbuttoned the jeans and lowered his zipper.

"I knew you were a tighty-whitey guy. Lift."

I slid off, as he lifted so I could lower his jeans. While they pooled at his ankles, I stroked him through his underwear. "May I?"

He chuckled. "Yep."

I don't care about men's size, so I don't know how many inches he was, but both of my hands stroked his freed shaft as his glans glistened from precum.

"It's beautiful," I murmured and lowered my head to take him into my mouth.

"Ali," he moaned while I swirled my tongue and bobbed. "So good."

I lifted my head, "I don't mind swallowing, but warn me first, okay?" He nodded; lost in the realization I was going to finish the job.

He didn't last long, as within a few minutes he warned, "Ali, I'm close."

I moaned in appreciation and decided to tease him, playfully. I lifted his large sac and licked around his balls. I was glad he wasn't very hairy and knew I would enjoy doing it often.

The first time I took one of his balls into my mouth, I thought he was going to shoot off immediately. His shaft flexed and bounced, and I looked for the impending mess, but it was a false alarm.

I loved making a man feel good and took great pride in my ability to do so. I stayed a virgin a long time by giving good enough blow jobs that my boyfriends didn't care about not getting my pussy. It was one thing Marci taught me that I appreciated.

"Jesus, that feels good, Ali." He stroked my hair, and I was about to tell him not to touch my head, but I realized it was a loving touch. I hated when guys tried to push my head down on them. Unappreciative jerks.

"Do you want to cum, baby?" I purred. I licked up to the tip and took him back into my mouth.

"God, yeah!" He sighed as I bobbed with enthusiasm and purpose. It was time to let him release.

"I'm gonna cum."

And he did. He must have been holding it for a month, there was so much shooting into my mouth.

"Christ, Ali," he said stroking my hair, "that was incredible."

I swallowed the last of his gooey mess and sat back on my haunches.

"I like giving blowjobs. I know a lot of girls hate it, but I like the power I have over you while you're at my mercy."

He laughed, "I'll be at your mercy anytime."

"Typical man," I smirked. "Do you...um..."

"Do I get to return the favor?"

I nodded with a side smile.

"Oh, yeah!"

He lifted me and dropped me onto the sofa. My skirt was up, and my panties were down in a flash. Before I could squeal in delight, his tongue was lapping my pussy. I knew I had some work to do when I realized that he had no technique. He was like a whirling dervish, licking everywhere all at once. I had to help that poor man.

I pulled his head up gently. "Frank, do you eat a lot of pussy?"

"A few times, why? Am I doing it wrong?"

"I don't think there's a right way or wrong way, but you're—unfocused."

He sat back, dejected.

"Easy, tiger. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. I'm going to tell you what to do that works for me, okay?"

"Okay. I thought girls liked when I did the alphabet."

Oh, Jesus! I had to stifle a laugh and it was hard.

"No, baby. It's just the opposite. My clit needs your constant touch for me to cum. If you're licking all over, it just won't work. Don't get me wrong, you can lick along my lips and explore the rest of my kitty to your heart's desire. It's just that if you wanna make me cum, you need to focus your attention to my clit."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Now, use your thumbs to spread me open and that will give you access to my clit, okay?"

"Okay."

That was the last instruction I gave him. After several minutes of clit attention, I was about to climb the walls, and then he started sucking on it. Holy shit!

"Oh my, God! Frank! Keep doing that, Jesus!"

He put a finger in me and started to rub my G-spot. I had no idea if he knew what it was or if he could find it but I exploded.

"Yes, Frank, yes. I'm...Ah!"

I must've been in a daze. I didn't black out, but I don't remember him stopping. He handed me a bottle of water and asked, "Did I do it better?"

"Holy crap, baby. You were incredible."

He laughed and said, "You didn't like the alphabet, but that's not the only thing I heard about."

I kissed his cheek and said, "It was the best I ever had."

His smile brightened the room.

"Frank, would you mind if we didn't..."

He smiled, "Baby, we don't have to make love tonight. We didn't even have to do what we did. We're in the early stages of our—escalation, and I know it will take some getting used to."

"Thanks for understanding."

"Ali," he took my hand and looked into my eyes, "I love you." I gasped. "We've been friends for years and I've loved you as my friend. I'm glad I'll be able to love you going forward as my girlfriend."

"I love you as a friend too, baby. I know that love will grow in the future and I'm really excited for it."

He saw my frown and lifted my chin with a finger, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going back to school in six weeks."

"So?" He responded flippantly.

"What will we do, I..."

"Are you dating anyone at school?"

Shocked, I shrieked, "NO!"

"Then there's no problem. Just don't start dating. Easy peasy."

He laughed and stood to put on his jeans.

"I'm glad you think it's so funny," I growled.

"Baby, I'm not going anywhere. Your campus is only a couple hours away. When I get weekends off, I'll come visit you and you will come home on breaks like always. I don't see a problem."

"Won't you miss me?"

"Of course, but that doesn't mean we have to break up until you come back or anything. Just stay faithful to me and I'll stay faithful to you."

We hugged and kissed tenderly.

"You're a good guy, Frank, thank you."

"Don't worry about it. It's just this one year and then you'll be back and working."

***

Two weeks passed and I'd seen Frank everyday that he wasn't working. His shift at the fire department was 24 hours on and 48 hours off. It was nice and sort of like having a weekend off every other day. The only problem was, I worried about him constantly while he was working.

He laughed off my concern telling me that it was part of the job, and he was well trained to avoid the dangers fires hit him with, but it didn't ease my mind.

We hadn't made love yet, but he was getting very good at using his tongue. I loved that he was so willing to learn what made me tick. I also learned that he was almost comically sensitive after he came. It was fun to give him little licks and make him jump and involuntarily shake.

I decided I would take him to the next level and give myself to him fully on our next night together. It happened to be the night my parents wanted him to come to dinner.

It wasn't too much of a problem. My parents already knew him well and my little brother Jesse looked up to him. He was around so much they considered him part of the family as with Marci. The issue was, I wanted him all to myself.

When the doorbell rang, Jesse ran to answer it. He answered it, high-fived Frank and they walked in talking about the White Sox and Cubs crosstown game that was happening that night.

"I'm gonna turn you into a Sox fan yet, kiddo," Frank said to Jesse, riling him up.

"No chance. I bleed Cubby blue, jerk."

"You only know what color you bleed because they keep cutting your heart out."

"Yeah? Well..."

"Shut up, you two. It doesn't matter because baseball is stupid," I said. "Come on, Frank. Dad is in the back and wants us to join him there."

"Hi, Frank," Dad shouted as we walked out to the grill where he worked his barbecue magic.

"Hello, Sir, it smells great. Hickory?"

My dad smiled and said, "That's absolutely correct. How'd you guess that?"

"My granddad was a big-time pit boss. He loved to smoke and grill, and hickory was his go to wood."

Dad nodded and tossed Frank a beer from his personal cooler. That was a big deal. My dad was a beer snob and had beer that you couldn't get in the area. He made special beer runs that took him and mom away for entire weekends.

I smiled as Frank opened the bottle and smelled it. My dad did the same thing and it always made me chuckle. It was as if he was drinking a glass of fine wine. Doing it with beer was just silly.

"How's the job, Frank. Seen anything exciting?"

"Just the usual. House fires, warehouse fires, cats in trees, typical stuff."

Dad laughed and started talking about baseball. I sighed and walked into the house to see if mom needed any help.

"Can I help with anything, mom?"

"No. Is your father talking about beer or baseball with Frank?"

"Ugh! Baseball. What is it with men? First it was what kind of wood he was using and then it was baseball."

"Your dad likes him. Let him have his fun with your boyfriend. It could be worse. He could've gotten the shotgun out and started cleaning it."

"Daddy's known Frank for years. Frank wouldn't have believed it if daddy played the protective father on him."

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I like Frank too, and I'm glad you're together."

"Me too, mom."

***

"Frank, how are your grandparents doing?" My mom asked as we were eating.

"They're good, thanks. They're slowing down a lot though. I go over there at least once a week to make sure that they don't need help with anything around the house. My grandfather can't really lift much anymore."

My dad nodded, "It's hell to get old, son."

"Mom, dad, we're going to a movie after dinner. I might be home late," I said, dying to get to Frank's apartment.

"Okay, pumpkin. You're free to come and go as you please, you're 21 years old," my dad said.

Mom gave him a dirty look and said, "Still, it's nice to know where you're at and when you'll be home, so we don't worry. Thank you."

"Ali, Jesse will help your mom with the dishes. You kids can take off and enjoy the show."

Jesse whined, "Aw, come on, dad!"

"Thanks, dad!" I didn't need to be told twice. I practically yanked Frank out of his chair and out the door.

***

We were barely inside his apartment when I pushed him against the door and kissed him.

"God! I've been waiting to that all day."

He laughed and said, "You should have said something. We could've snuck off somewhere quiet."

"Never in my parent's house, Frank. Understand?" I didn't mean to snap at him and felt bad. "Sorry, that came out harsh."

"Don't worry about it. I get it. It's a respect thing. it's fine."

"Good. Now, about this problem in your pants."

I started stroking his bulge through his jeans.

"Frank, I'm ready to..."

"Yes!" he shouted.

He lifted me up making me shriek and carried me to his bedroom. I mockingly beat on his back.

"I was going to say have some ice cream for dessert."

He dropped me on the bed and looked at me like I was nuts. I laughed and said, "I'm kidding. Make love to me, stud."

His shirt was off in a flash, while he was kicking his shoes off. I didn't see him unbuckle his pants, but they and his underwear quickly followed to the floor as well.

He stood before me, hard cock threatening, and said, "Are you sure? I love you and want you to be 100% sure."

I laughed, "I think I've made you wait long enough."

He smiled and his eyes lit up. I took off my top and he slid off my leggings.

While I was unfastening my bra, he was sliding my panties to my ankles. My pussy was so wet for him, my panties stuck, making him smile. "I'm going to lick you until you're dry."

"You're a dork," I smiled. "You don't have to eat me. I want to make love to you."

"I don't have to eat you, silly. I get to."

I groaned at his lack of humor, until he licked my clit, and then I moaned. In the weeks we've been fooling around, he'd been eating me a lot and he mastered making me cum.

As he licked and slurped, I fell back to the bed and spread my legs farther. He pulled my left leg onto his shoulder and penetrated me with his finger. It didn't take long for me to shudder through my first orgasm, and when he started sucking my clit, I fired them off back-to-back.

I was coming down from cumming, when I felt his tip slide along my slit. "Frank, wait!"

He pulled back and lifted off me. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it's just that I haven't been with a lot of guys and you're thicker than I've ever had. Please go slow."

He smiled and leaned to kiss me. "I have no intention of hurting you, I love you."

"I love you, t... oof!"

He pressed his glans just inside and stretched me to my limits. I felt like I was going to split in two before my body adjusted to his girth. Blessedly, he took it very slow and let me adjust as he entered me.

Forget the G-spot, he hit every spot as his thick cock filled my tunnel, sending shockwaves through my entire body. I never felt so good as when his balls touched my butt, signaling he bottomed out. He ground his pelvis into my clit and made me scream.

"Holy shit! Frank, yes!"

His eyes were closed, and his face wore a mask of focus as he circled his hips. I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to cum first, and I loved him for it.

"You feel so good, Frank."

"You too," he answered, lowering his head to suck my nipple.

"Oh!" I moaned. "I'm close, baby. So close."

With that declaration, he slammed into me. I'd never felt what I was feeling with him. Was it because I was in love? Was it because he was the biggest, I'd been with? It didn't matter. What mattered was our coupling and my next orgasm.

As he hammered me, I shook and quivered, and his headboard slammed into the wall. I lifted my hand to stop it, and he said, "Let it go. There's no neighbor along that wall.

Seconds later, he groaned and erupted into me. "Jesus, Ali."

His last thrust triggered a final small orgasm in me, and my legs, almost involuntarily, shot out to the sides.

He rolled under my leg and cuddled up to my side. I rested my head on his chest, as he stroked my thigh and butt cheek.

"I love you, Ali," he said as he kissed me softly.

"I love you too, baby."

"Your legs are perfect, you know?" He asked rhetorically.

I giggled and kissed his cheek. "Yeah? Your little soldier is pretty damn good, himself down there."

We chuckled together and he asked, "Did you say you were ready for some ice cream?"

***

Everything was going great and as the summer faded and I was getting ready to go back to school, Frank was as perfect as ever. I was upset about being away from him, and he soothed my fears and assured me we would be fine.

The morning I was leaving to go back to the campus, Marci and I were packing our cars. My parents were helping with my bags, when Frank pulled up to the front of the house.

"Hi, everybody!"

"Hi, Frank," I shrieked running up to him and jumping into his open arms.

"Hey, baby. Am I late?"

"Well, everything is loaded. So, you missed out on the heavy lifting."

He kissed me and said, "Good, perfect timing then."

We walked up to the house and my parents greeted him as warmly as they usually do. My dad had had an odd smirk and my mom looked like she was going to cry. I figured it was because I was going back to school and let the thought go.

"We were just going to go over her plans for coming home, Frank," my dad said.

"Cool, I want to know so I can see if I can move some shifts so I can see her."

"Honey, let's go grab your calendar," my dad said. Why they both needed to do that I didn't know.

When they left, Frank pulled me into a deep kiss. "I love you more than life, Ali."

"I love you too, baby."

"I know we haven't been together as a couple all that long, but we've known each other for a long time."

I nodded and smiled—and then I almost fainted.

He dropped to a knee and grabbed my left hand, "Ali, will you let me love you forever? Will you be my wife?"

I was stunned speechless. I looked up and my parents were watching from the hall, my mom was full-blown crying. Dad had a huge grin.

I looked at Frank and nodded yes. Oh! My God! I started crying as he slipped the ring on my finger. Marci appeared at the front door and shouted, "Did I miss it? Shit!"

I couldn't form a rational thought. I was going to be married. I was pulled into a hug before I could utter a word. I still hadn't said the word yes. Frank was kissing my cheek, my mom was hugging us both, my dad was patting Frank's back.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Yes what, baby?"

"Yes, I'll marry you."

Everyone laughed and my mom said, "Duh!"

She smiled at Frank, and he said, "I've always thought of you as family. You know I lost my parents when I was young." My parents nodded their heads. "I'd be honored if you let me call you mom and dad when we get married."

My mom let me go and grabbed him into her arms. "You can start calling me mom, right now."

I looked at my parents in a group hug with my fiance and Marci put her arm around my shoulder. "What a summer, huh?"

I looked at my sparkling ring. "Yeah, best summer ever."