A Kiss in the Dark

Laura Garrett, a 20-year-old student at Manhattan College, had just wrapped up her junior year and found herself juggling the demands of academia with the need to earn some serious cash. Her gig as a server at an Italian restaurant wasn't just about covering the upcoming semester's tuition; she was also hoping to stash away a bit of extra spending money on the side. With her striking reddish-blonde hair cascading down in a long ponytail, she effortlessly enhanced her gorgeous face and showcased her slim Irish figure.

One fateful evening, she found herself serving a blue-eyed, blonde-haired man with a charming Italian accent. He became a regular at the restaurant, stubbornly choosing to occupy her station. After weeks of him dining solo, a friendship blossomed. Laura discovered he hailed from the northern reaches of Italy, a stone's throw away from the Swiss border. One evening, he gathered the courage to ask her out on a date, and much to his delight, she agreed.

Their first outing unfolded on the college campus with a movie, a choice Laura made to avoid any awkward age-related tensions. The simple date escalated into dinner and dancing, where he proved to be the most enchanting dance partner she had ever experienced. Despite the palpable chemistry, he refrained from making any advances, consumed by intense feelings for this lovely young woman.

One memorable evening, he whisked her away to Broadway to witness "The Phantom of the Opera." It was a theatrical luxury Laura had never experienced due to financial constraints, and the opulence of the theater brought tears to her eyes.

Post-performance, the scene shifted to the Sofitel Hotel, a five-star gem conveniently located between 5th and 6th Avenue, just a short stroll from the theater. Though he never explicitly mentioned it, Laura sensed what was on his mind. Without hesitation, as they approached the entrance, he stopped and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

And then came the revelation: "Laura, I'm a married man. Someday, I'll be summoned back to Italy. The timing is uncertain; it could be tomorrow, it could be a year from now. I love you deeply. But no matter how strong my feelings are, I can never marry you. I'd love to take you upstairs and indulge in the passion that burns within me, but I had to be honest with you about where you stand in my life."

Laura chuckled, "William, do you realize you're wearing a wedding ring?"

William Zabo glanced down at the third finger of his left hand and shook his head. That ring had been a silent companion for over fifteen years, so ingrained that he had forgotten about its presence.

"Laura, when a man is in love, his thoughts get tangled. I've been here for so long, without a woman for countless years. When I saw you, your kindness and attention drew me in. I tried resisting, but I couldn't stay away. I love you with all my heart. I wish I were free. Will you come upstairs with me and let me claim all of you?"

"You'll be my first, William. Just promise to be gentle with me."

His jaw dropped in amazement. "Laura, at 20, you're a knockout. How have you managed to fly solo this long without a man?"

"I'm Catholic, William. Been saving myself for the dream guy. Found him, but the kicker is, he's already hitched. Gave him my heart, and tonight, I'm handing over the rest."

They shared a passionate kiss right there on the sidewalk, not giving a darn about onlookers. William locked eyes with Laura, sensing the heat in her gaze. Slipping his arm around her waist, they strolled into the hotel, heading straight for the elevators.

"William, you staying here?"

"Yep, got a suite in this joint."

"Why bother with our tiny restaurant?"

"Know the owner, his fam in Italy, love the grub. Plus, found a charming waitress while I was there."

"I get the occasional visit, but every evening? It's a haul from here to northern Manhattan."

"Laura, it's a breezy 25 minutes by subway."

"One more thing, then I'll hush. Why the fancy limo ride that took an hour?"

He swung open the suite door, inviting Laura in. "Couldn't let you subway it in this getup." He fished into his pocket, producing a ring box, revealing a dazzling 2-carat diamond ring.

Laura was floored.

"Laura, wish this was a wedding band. It's the best I got for us. I love you." He slid it onto her left hand's third finger, fitting like a glove.

Laura teared up as he enveloped her in a passionate kiss. Dimming the lights, cranking up soft music, he pulled her into a dance.

Mid-dance, Laura pondered, "If this is foreplay, why'd I wait so long?" Unfamiliar sensations stirred between her thighs, a rare occurrence.

The music faded out, and William locked eyes with Laura, inviting her to follow him. She gave a nod and took his hand as they headed into his bedroom. Once inside, he motioned for her to sit in a chair while he stripped down to his shorts.

Feeling a wave of embarrassment, Laura blushed pink. William helped her to her feet and guided her over to a full-length mirror, declaring, "Now it's your turn, but first, I'm gonna unwrap my present."

If Laura was blushing a moment ago, now she was a full-blown scarlet. She had never bared it all in front of a man, let alone the one she loved. With him standing behind her, he unzipped her dress, and as it cascaded to the floor, she shut her eyes. She felt him unsnap her bra, the fabric leaving her body. His lips trailed kisses along her neck, shoulders, arms, and back, making their way southward to her last line of defense—her trusty full-size Jockey panties. No bikinis, no thongs, just the whole deal. Fear gripped her, worried he might poke fun, but he didn't. He cupped her abdomen, pressed her ass cheeks toward him, and showered kisses all over her bottom, filling her body not with embarrassment but with passionate heat.

She reached behind, grabbing his hair and holding him tight as his hands traced the elastic of her panties. The fabric glided past her most private area, hitting the floor as she kicked it away. Turning towards him, he planted a kiss where no one had ventured before. She felt his tongue exploring, finding her opening, and hitting her clit simultaneously. A scream erupted from her as if she'd been hit by a cattle prod, and for the first time in her life, she experienced ecstasy. Knees buckling, William caught her just before she hit the floor.

As she caught her breath in his arms, he grinned and said, "Looks like you enjoyed your first orgasm."

"What makes you say that, William? I felt like I just hit heaven's jackpot."

"The first one always hits like that, my love. It's like the gateway to a whole new level of love. You'll have many more in your life that'll top this one."

"In that case, William, I might need a physical to check if my heart can handle all this excitement."

"My love, by the end of tonight, your heart will be bursting with love, passion, and strength. It won't let you down."

Laura yanked the blankets off the king-sized bed, rolled onto it, and laid her head on a pillow, catching William's smile. She asked, "What's up?"

"Hurry in making love, Laura?"

Laura blushed. "I thought that was on the agenda."

"When two people in love are about to make love, there's no agenda. They let their bodies decide what's next and what they want to do together. Do I look ready to get down to business?"

"No, William, you've still got your undies on."

"Good eye, Laura. What happened to yours?"

"You took them off, William."

"I did say I was unwrapping my present, and I did. Now it's your turn to unwrap yours."

"William, I've never... I mean, I've never even looked at one of... those!"

"Laura, didn't you take biology?"

"I went to an all-girls Catholic grade and high school. Biology wasn't required, and my parents wouldn't let me take it."

"Your parents missed the boat."

"I can give you their number, and you can tell them. When I refused an all-girls college and signed up for Manhattan, they cut off the funds. That's why I'm slinging plates at the restaurant."

"In that case, Laura, remind me to thank them. Now, c'mere and let's unwrap your present."

Laura eased herself out of the bed, positioning herself in front of William. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, she turned her head to the side, closing her eyes in embarrassment. Attempting to slide down his shorts while standing proved tricky, so she experimented with bending at the waist, only to find her head in a compromising position. Opting for a different strategy, she grabbed William's waist and knelt down in front of him. It wasn't her favorite position, but it beat the alternative of bending over.

She glanced up and caught William grinning at her. If she felt uneasy before, now embarrassment took the wheel. Her hands went for the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down in a hurry to get the job done.

Her upper half jerked back when she came face to face with his erect penis. "HOLY SHIT!" she hollered, hand over her mouth in horror because she just dropped a curse bomb.

William burst into loud laughter, fully aware that her reaction was more teenage girl than a grown woman in her twenties.

Laura shot him an incredulous look. "WHAT IS SO DAMN FUNNY?"

"You looked like a thirteen-year-old girl having her first experience with a boy. You're so damn cute, I could eat you up. I think I will."

"You think you'll 'what?'"

"I'm gonna eat you up."

"I've heard that saying before, but I don't really know what it means."

"Laura, you're ditching class tomorrow. You're also bailing on work for tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday. You're not stepping out of this room. I'm gonna school you in something you've been missing out on—'SEX!'"

"I can't skip work; I need the money."

"I'll call my friend and make sure you get paid, plus the usual tip money."

"That's not fair to him. It'll leave him short one server on his busiest days. He's always been really kind to me, and I hate the thought of doing that to him."

"Laura, you're a gem. I'll tell him what you said, and I guarantee he won't be angry with you."

"I hope not; he's always treated me like family."

"Now back to the subject at hand, or at least the subject in front of you. Look straight ahead and tell me what you see."

"I see an erect male organ."

"I can see this is going to take a very long time. What's it called, Laura?"

She hesitated, then said, "A penis."

"What other names does it have, Laura?"

"William, please, you're not being fair. This is really hard for me."

"Laura, I have until Monday morning. What other names does a penis have?"

"Some people call it a 'dick.'"

"What else do they call it? Think of every name, and don't stop until you run out of names."

"Can I leave if I want to?"

"You know where the door is; I'm not holding you captive."

Laura stood up and headed to grab her clothes. As she reached for her panties, her eyes caught the diamond ring on her finger, and tears welled up. She thought, "Is he asking too much of me? They're just words, and people use them every day. I've led such a sheltered life compared to my peers. No wonder people at school stopped hanging out with me. It's time for me to break out of my cage and do the things a woman my age should be capable of doing."

She gazed at him and remarked, "I don't know a lot of them, but here's a shot: cock, prick, pole, prong, love tool, and thumper."

"I've never heard of thumper. Where'd you hear that one?"

"I was in the cafeteria and heard a girl talking with her friends about having sex with her boyfriend. She said, 'He was giving it to her good, with thumper.'"

William had to sit down, laughing so hard. He said, "Laura, come here. I have to explain something to you."

Laura approached him. He took her hand, sat her down on his lap, kissed her, and held her close. "Your body is that of a mature woman. When it comes to sex, you're still a baby. What the young woman was talking about was her boyfriend's pet name for his dick. Have you heard the expression, 'Sometimes the little head is doing the thinking for the big head?'"

"Yeah, gotcha, William."

"Sometimes, guys give a name to the little head. In this case, the dude named his little head 'Thumper.'"

Laura took a moment, caught onto what William was saying, and burst into laughter.

William asked, "You sticking around for more of this sex education, or are you gonna retreat to your comfy little shell?"

"William, I'm in for as long as you want me."

"Do you know I'm a bit of a perv when it comes to young women?"

"I wouldn't be able to tell a perv from a convert, William. So, hit me with your best shot—I'm all yours."

"Get down on your knees, Laura, and hold onto my junk."

She knelt down, eyed his manhood, and questioned, "What happened to it?"

"If you weren't so cute, I'd probably tease you. When a guy isn't in the mood, his package shrinks. Blood goes out, back into his body. When he gets excited, blood rushes in, and it gets hard again."

"How does it get excited?"

"It doesn't, the guy does. You're gonna help me get excited. Put your hand on it and give it a stroke, up and down."

She hesitantly reached out and laid her hand on a guy's pride for the first time. It felt warm and soft, but it started pulsing as soon as she touched it. She observed in amazement as it grew in her hand—shifting from warm and soft to hot and rigid. She marveled at the veins expanding, turning bright blue, and the head of this thing turning purple. Looking up at him, she asked, "Does it hurt when it turns black and blue?"

William shook his head in disbelief. He realized he had a lot to teach this young woman. Reflecting on it, he wondered, "Is that such a bad thing?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. It just means it's ready to make love. There are many ways to do it. In the position you are in, you could take it into your mouth and make love to it by sucking on it until I cum. You could use your hands and stroke it until I cum."

"Although I said the word 'I' during all that time, you could be cumming also. However, that's a lesson for another time. If a man is worthy of his name, he makes sure he's not the only one receiving pleasure. He ensures that his partner also receives pleasure. He can use his hands and his mouth, as well as his dick, to ensure that the girl/woman experiences an orgasm or many orgasms during sex."

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and put the head of my dick inside."