I explained that it was actually foxy style and since she was definitely a fox and a red one at that, which are widely known to be the absolute finest specimens it should be fantastic.
I loved her laugh (even though it was kind of painful for me at the moment!) We moved to the end of the bed, taking a pillow for her with us. I liked to stand for this. Both the view and balance were better.
It was much easier to enter this time and once I was in I found that she loved this position as much as I did. I started slow again but let her direct the pace.
I had one hand on her hip and with the other I alternated between playing with her tits and her luscious little ass. Her butt was almost as sensitive as her boobs, which was nice since it gave me an excuse to fondle it.
Before long all I could do was hold onto her hips to keep from getting knocked across the room. I was going to cum when she did this time so when I felt her tight little snatch lock up again I unloaded. Man did I ever! I sent jet after jet into her. When she felt me come inside her she went even faster and came again.
When I felt her clench me I raised her to her knees to give her a few more short strokes as I fondled her breasts and nuzzled her neck before falling on top of her. I rolled us on our side still connected, to rest.
After we recovered and separated she stared at my cock in disbelief. "We just had sex for two hours straight and you're still hard? Is that normal?"
I told her I couldn't help it. I got hard every time I looked at her. When I saw her start to tear up again I said "none of that! I said you're one of the sexiest women alive and you know I don't lie.
Therefore you are! Now, time for another shower!" and grabbed her hand to lead her to the bathroom. We took longer this time. Paula wanted to explore my body and I was happy to let her.
She had been too shy and apprehensive the first time. I had been amazed that she had touched me at all. The shyness was gone now and the real Paula emerged. She really did have great hands.
She used the excuse of washing me to check me out. She started at my shoulders and commented all the way to my feet, making appreciative comments the entire time.
I thought I was still too scrawny and that was the main reason I set up my gym. I was afraid that sooner or later people would start commenting on the fact that it was strange how such a skinny kid could do the things I could.
I figured it was because of better co-ordination or being better able to predict an opponent's next move. Paula had a different perspective. She commented on the muscle definition of my shoulders and arms and how firm my chest and abs were.
It began to make more sense what changes I hadn't noticed when she got to my ass and said "I just realized something. I don't think you have any fat on your entire body.
Even your butt is all muscle!" She was on her knees in front of me at the time, so I twitched my dick so it would bump her chin and told her that my muscles appreciated the compliment. "I was saving this muscle for last!" she said with a giggle, wrapping her hand around my cock. "It seems to be the biggest and needs the most attention."
She started stroking me with one hand and finished my legs with the other. When she had finished she looked up at me and smiled "I'd better make sure this one is clean.
We both know where it's been!" She started licking me from the base of my cock to the head. Every time she reached it she swirled her tongue around it. It felt wonderful! She eventually tired of this (though I didn't!) and wrapped her lips around me.
She had to stretch them a bit. Her pussy wasn't the only tight opening. She had a small mouth with lovely, full, and extremely kissable lips. She couldn't fit much of me in but what she lacked in depth she made up for in action.
She was sucking, stroking, and using her tongue constantly while I occupied myself by playing with her erect little nipples.
I didn't try to hold back this time. I knew she wouldn't be able to keep this up for long so after enjoying the activity for almost five minutes, I told her "look out baby, I'm gonna shoot any time now!"
Instead of pulling off, she just went faster! When she started moaning I looked down and saw that her other hand was between her legs.
The combination of that sight and the vibrations in her mouth from the sounds she was making set me off. When she felt my cock start to pulse she pulled back so her lips were wrapped around the head. When I came it set her off as well. She started moaning harder and her hand was a blur between her legs. I sent her a large offering.
She swallowed what she could but there was no way she was going to be able to handle all of it. When I was done she gave one last lick and looked up at me with a smile.
She was facing away from the shower head with cum trailing out both sides of her lips. She said "That was nice. I hope you liked it as much as I did" as she stood and wiped her face with the washcloth. "I'm sorry I couldn't get it all. There was just too much!"
She was starting to babble so I kissed her to calm her down and told her that it was wonderful and that I was glad she enjoyed doing it because I hoped she would do it often.
She asked "doesn't it bother you to kiss me right after I did that? I mean, I know we kissed after you went down on me but I never thought a guy would do that."
I put a finger on her lips to stop them from moving. "Any guy that wouldn't kiss the girl who has just made him feel as good as you just made me feel isn't worth having. I have to ask though, what happened to the shy but gorgeous red-haired girl I met last week?"
After a moment she said "I don't know. You're the first boy I've even wanted to talk to except my brother. I don't know if it was because I'm just shy or because I didn't have anything in common with them.
When you and I talked, it was about current events, books, politics, and other things that people our age don't think about. I guess boys just bored me because they weren't interested in the same things I was. You're different, it's like you were older or something."
In order to de-rail that train of thought I said "Let me tell you a secret. I'm not interested in most girls my age either. They're worried about superficial things that just don't matter to me. I don't care one little bit about the things they're obsessed with.
You're different too you know. I'd be willing to bet you get straight A's, read a lot, and do well at every sport you're involved with. You do all this because you are bright and dedicated.
I also noticed that you don't wear make-up. Most girls would but I'm glad that you don't. In your case, it would be like painting a mustache on the Mona Lisa. In short, we're two odd-balls. It's like we're 20 year olds in 12 year old bodies and I'm very glad we met."
She looked at me with tears in her eyes "talk about perfect!" she said, and kissed me again. I took my time washing her and she came twice more, once while I was sucking and playing with her breasts and pussy, and another time by tongue-fucking her with my hands playing with her ass. She really enjoyed that Gene Simmons treatment!
We staggered back to my bed with me supporting her. When I asked if she was alright she smiled and said "I've never felt this good in my life but my whole body is sore! You made me cum so hard and so often I think I pulled a muscle! I'm glad there's no practice tomorrow so I can rest. Those two extra ones must have been a bit much."
We spent the rest of the day checking out my books and talking with occasional make-out sessions. We did spend an hour or so in the whirlpool which seemed to help her a lot. It seemed like I could talk to Paula easier than anyone I had known in this life so far besides Beth and when we were discussing what we were going to do with our lives I was surprised with her answer.
I knew she wanted to be a doctor but I had expected her to say she was going to be a pediatrician like most girls her age. Instead she told me she was going to be an oncologist.
When she noticed the shocked look on my face I explained "I'm sorry, it's just that most people our age can't even spell the word much less want to be one. You are amazing!"
I was expecting her to be skeptical when I informed her that I was going to be the first NFL linebacker to become president of the United States and after that I thought I might just retire and enjoy life.
She surprised me again by commenting "why linebacker? Wouldn't quarterback be more appropriate if you're looking for name recognition? A lot of people will expect a quarterback to be smart but fewer will believe that a linebacker can be."
I was shocked "I don't believe you! You got the whole idea figured out that fast? The linebacker idea is for two reasons. First, it's what I want to play and second, is the shock value. I want to be underestimated by the competition.
They won't expect someone they see as a dumb jock to be smarter than they are. They're wrong anyway and I think it's about time to end that stereotype."
She loved that idea and actually asked to be my campaign manager. After that the conversation got around to Beth. I was worried when I told her about my new sister, especially the part about her sharing my apartment.
Instead, she kissed me and said "You two must get along really well to be able to do that. I could never share a place with Jeff, he's a slob." and changed the subject "this is really strange. I've wanted you from the moment you said your first words to me but I just knew you would never feel the same way about me.
When we came over yesterday I thought you might at least like me a little so I took a chance. That's why I asked if I could come over today, I had to know if there was a chance you wanted me."
I had a lot on my mind after she left. It was a dilemma. I really liked Paula but not nearly as much as Beth. I felt kind of bad about not telling her that Beth was my "adopted" sister. I decided to try and forget about things for a while by working out and listening to some tunes.
I had been at it for over an hour when I heard the doorbell. I wrapped a towel around my neck to answer it, wondering who the heck it could be. When I opened the door Jeff was standing there, and he didn't look pleased. I could only think "it just keeps getting better" but invited him in.