Dennis: Part 5
My sexual relationship with Dennis didn’t start until we’d been dating for months. This part of the story will probably get a little graphic. But I feel like certain things are important to include. Maybe it won’t seem that way at first. I’ll tell all of it eventually though.
Now, I slept over his house a lot, and he would usually do this sort of rocking thing when he spooned me, pushing his boner into my butt. He did it like he was trying to hide what he was doing, like he was just adjusting his weight or something. And he would slide his hand under my shirt and touch my stomach. Sometimes he’d go a little higher, but never actually touched my tits.
Obviously this drove me insane. I had never wanted somebody so much in my life.
I started wearing more and more revealing pajamas when I slept over and when he would try to subtly poke his boner into me, I started pushing back into him. He let this happen a number of times. He let me wiggle and push against him, until finally he, sounding very frustrated, said “Jen, we can’t. A man isn’t anything without honor.”
I told someone this story once and they said “Sounds like this guy really weebed himself straight into a cock block.”
And yeah, sort of, but I don’t think anybody should laugh at Dennis.
So many people don’t even try to do the right thing. Or they can’t stand to admit they are doing the wrong thing and don’t want to stop, so they jump through hoops to convince themselves it’s right. In a world where most people do whatever feels good in the moment, Dennis had his code of honor. It made him very goofy at times and I will talk about some of the more ridiculous and inconvenient aspects of this code later on. For now, it seems goofy to other people, but it was important to him. And I might have found it annoying and silly, but I also really admired him for it. He didn’t just do whatever felt good in the moment, like most people, like me. He had self-control and a moral compass.
Well that day that he asked me to stop shifting and moving when he pushed his boner into me, I said something like, “Fine. I understand. I’ll just have to keep going home and taking care of myself, thinking about you. We’ll do that one day when we’re engaged.”
And he was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, “You do that? You think about me and then you..” it was like he was embarrassed to finish the question.
”Of course I do.”
”You’re turned on by me?”
”Obviously. Why are you acting shocked?”
He rocked his boner into me a few times in a row. I just stayed still and let him grind himself against my ass. He didn’t even try to hide what he was doing then.
And then he moved and pushed me onto my back and he started kissing me a lot, and in between kissing me he said things like “I want to have honor. I don’t want to hurt you.”
And I said “You won’t hurt me. I love you. I know you won’t hurt me.”
He said we couldn’t have sex. Not yet. Maybe soon. But just because we didn’t have sex didn’t mean we couldn’t do something.
He was so tender and gentle with me. Nobody had ever been like that with me. Even other kind of nerdy awkward dudes I’d met at college and taken home to hook up with. I was used to men being rough. Pulling my hair, calling me a slut, saying stuff like “take my cock, bitch” and “I want to cum on your face.”
Dennis wasn’t like that, and to be perfectly honest, it had never even occurred to me to want a man to be the way that Dennis was with me. But my gosh, it was like this whole…I don’t know what to say….situation. Like, I’d never been turned on with my entire body before. Like you know the sort of turned on where there’s a whole bunch of emotions involved and it’s not just this surface-level kind of itch between your legs, but it takes over all of you. And you feel it in your lungs because you can’t breath right and you feel it in your head because you’re almost lightheaded. That’s the sort of turned on I was with Dennis, every time but especially that first time. I hadn’t even known that sort of turned on was possible.
He didn’t really know what to do and for some reason that made it better. He asked me to show him, and nobody had ever done anything like that. Asked me what I wanted, paid attention to how I was responding. Dudes had fingered me, yeah. I’d made out with a lot of guys and when you make out heavy enough, dudes usually shove their hand unceremoniously into your pants and cram a finger into you.
He let me show him how to do it. “Show me what you do when you….you know, you take care of it yourself.” I did and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced with anybody. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d never tried to make a suggestion to a guy before. They either ignored me, got annoyed, or made a half-hearted gesture, did sort of what I asked for a second before going back to whatever uncomfortable ramming or twisting or pulling they were doing before.
I had never climaxed while doing something with a guy before. It’s not like I never enjoyed any of the sex or fooling around prior to this. It’s not like no guy ever got me turned on. But I’d never hit a climax with a dude present. Sometimes a dude would finish and then keep shoving his limp cock into me in this very perfunctory way and then I’d make a series of noises and say I’d finished, just to save us both from the embarrassment of continuing. But then, a lot of the time, that wasn’t even necessary. They’d pull out and go, “You came, right?” and I’d say, “Sure.” Just because it was what they wanted me to say and I could sense they’d be offended if I told the truth.
Dennis made me cum so hard, I saw stars. I’d never even climaxed that violently by myself, and I just never was the sort of woman who has trouble on that front. Five minutes alone and I can knock one out. I knew how to make myself cum. I had never make myself cum like that. It was the way he cared about me, the way he was so gentle and slow, until I showed him exactly how and where to speed up. He didn’t have this whole ego about it, wanting to figure it out on his own.
I climaxed so hard that Dennis put a hand over my mouth and he said, “Sorry! I’m sorry! Can you please….ah…my grandmother is upstairs. Sorry, you gotta be quieter.”
But in addition to looking worried and looking up at the ceiling, he had the biggest grin on his face. I’d never felt closer to anyone. I felt so entirely connected to him.
When I’d recovered somewhat, I tried to return the favor, but he pushed my hands off of him and said, “I still haven’t proposed to you. I have my honor.”
I pointed out we’d already started fooling around.
“It’s different. It’s different. I have my honor. Anyway…I’ll be right back. You want anything from the kitchen? I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
“Dennis, you’re kidding, right?”
“I’m not kidding. Who are you if you don’t have a set of morals you live by?”
And then he kissed my forehead and said, “I really liked making you feel good though.”
Dennis was an odd duck. A very odd duck. But I don’t think that duck had a malicious bone in his whole body.
