Floors

I’ve got so little time and so much to do,

God knows I’m in love with you,

I may be crazy but it’s too late now,

We’ll find a way to make it work somehow.

I see your body, and I lose my mind,

The passion overwhelms me every time,

You’re in my head, you’re in my heart,

Your love is tearing my soul apart.

So, hold me. 

Just hold me,

Please hold me all night long. 

I have no idea why we were fucking on the dining room floor. There was a bedroom with a bed, a living room with a couch, a comfortable chair and plenty of grass and privacy in the back yard. But no, we were nineteen years old and fucking like bunnies on a first date. On the floor. In the dining room.

The year was 1981, but the decor was pure Brady Bunch, 70s tacky and well-worn. The carpet was brown, the linoleum was cold and hard, the legs from the table and chairs were tangled with our legs as we lay there, surrounded by our clothes, just fucking like the crazed teenagers that we were. 

And it was awesome. 

My hair was long, my eyes were red, and my mind was blown. Never in a million fantasies had I dreamed that a girl this beautiful would not only look at me but would want to consume me with such a ferocious and sensual appetite. She had given me her virginity a few months earlier, and since then I had been trying to keep up with her desire for my tongue and my cock. 

It was a tough job, but I was happy to give it my all. 

We had lived together for a while, but the lease had run out, and the other girls had other plans, so she wound up back at her parent's house and I landed with my father. 

Neither were optimal situations, but we were waiting for payday to have the security deposit for the little apartment we had found. 

That still doesn’t explain why we were fucking on the dining room floor. But we were. 

She had light brown hair that shimmered like honey in the sunlight. Her cheekbones were perfect, her dimples were cute as hell, and her green eyes were sexy, especially when they were smoldering with lust. Which they often were.

Her breasts were small, firm, round and perky with light brown nipples that seemed to be hard as stone most of the time. And her curves were outrageous. She had hips, she had thighs, she had calves, and her lips above and below were wrapped around my skinny body every possible moment. 

We had learned how to pleasure one another. Deep penetration and rocking hips were much more effective than porn humping where you slide your dick in and out like a piston. That might feel good to me, but it did very little for her. And I discovered that if I went slow and easy, keeping her filled with my cock while I rubbed up against her clit with my pelvis, she would eventually explode with an intense orgasm. 

So, there we were, fucking on the dining room floor. Her lovely eyes were shut; her tongue was wrapped around mine as we lost ourselves in our desire. My dick was buried inside her dripping pussy. Her legs were around my waist. My fingers were in her hair. It was the second fuck of the afternoon, and we were just enjoying each other’s bodies, knowing that the climax was going to arrive, but in no hurry for it. 

We were so lost in the moment that we didn’t hear the car pulling into the driveway. We didn’t hear the door open. We didn’t hear anything until a shocked voice broke into our reverie. 

“Oh, Linda!” 

It was, of course, her mother. I jumped up, grabbed my clothes from the floor and ran down the hallway into her bedroom, leaving her naked, sweaty, and dripping with love to face the wrath of her mother. I considered trying to climb out of the window, but the hedge was too large.

I struggled to get my pants on, and with my shoes in my hand and my shirt unbuttoned, I stepped out of her room and briskly walked past the unfolding scene, giving her a quick grimace from behind her mother’s back as I bounced through the door and hauled ass out of there. 

We were kids. And we were madly in love with each other. But as I drove back to my father’s house, I wasn’t sure if I would see her again. So, I got high and played my guitar. And waited to see what would happen. 

She showed up a few hours later, chagrined and embarrassed. The argument was unpleasant after I left, and she really didn’t want to go home and face her father. So, I invited her to spend the night with me, and we talked seriously about the future and how soon we could get into our own place. 

My father was a promiscuous prick with a super charged libido. He had left my mother when I was thirteen, and I have no idea how many people he slept with. I know it was a lot. This was the early eighties, and cable television was just getting started. My old man of course had the Playboy channel and was probably a charter subscriber. He and my stepmom had to get up early for work, and my stepbrother, who was maybe ten, was put to bed by nine. 

I remember Linda sitting in my lap in my father’s recliner while we watched Emmanuelle on the television. Linda was wearing a little cotton jumpsuit with shorts that were loose around her legs. She was nibbling on my neck as I watched the beautiful actress lying naked in a hammock stroking herself. My fingers were rubbing Linda’s pussy through a thin layer of silky fabric, and I could feel her getting wetter by the minute. 

She moaned when I slid a finger beneath her panties and into her, just barely, and began rubbing her gently. She bit my neck and pushed herself down onto my hand as she tried to fill her aching cunt. 

“Let’s go to bed.” My dick was nearly exploding, and she gave me an incredibly sexy grin when I licked the juice from her pussy off of my finger. We turned off the tv and went into my temporary room. I was sleeping on a futon, which is basically the same as the floor, only a tad more comfortable. I closed and locked the door, and in the illumination from the streetlights I sat and watched her undress. 

She slowly unbuttoned her jumper and let it fall to the floor around her bare feet. She giggled a little as she kicked it at me. I caught it and tossed it in the corner. Her bra clipped in the front, and she was writhing her hips gently while she unclasped it and exposed her perfect little tits. She shrugged and it fell to the floor behind her. 

Then, she stepped forward, her skimpy silk panties already drenched in the crotch, and grabbed my head pulling my mouth to her pussy. I was still dressed, and the sensation of bare skin and silk beneath my hands as I licked and nibbled her cunt through her panties was amazing.  

She held my head and thrust herself against my tongue with increasing intensity, her ass was clenched beneath my fingers as I squeezed her and began moving my head back and forth to stimulate her clit. She suddenly stepped back and knelt down in front of me with a gasp. She was breathing hard and shallow as she reached out and grabbed me. 

I sat perfectly still as she pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it across the room. I leaned up as she unbuttoned my jeans and let her pull them off, allowing my rock-hard cock to stand tall and free. I was too cool for underwear. 

I was leaning against the wall as she bent down and considered my throbbing dick. When she put her hand around the shaft I almost came. She looked up at me with those hungry green eyes and made a cute face before she stuck her tongue out and licked me from base to head, slowly and sensually, kissing the top of my dick to get the dripping pre-cum off of it. 

“Would you like me to suck your lollipop?” She used her naughty little girl voice as she gazed into my eyes with mock innocence. All I could do was put my hand on the back of her head and pull her towards me. She laughed as she wrapped her lips around my cock and slowly engulfed it, sliding her head up and down as she flicked her tongue on it furiously. 

I sat there with glazed eyes as I watched her head bob up and down in the silvery glow of the shadows. It was like something you read about in Penthouse letters, and here it was, happening to me in real life. Was there any doubt about why I was in love with this incredible creature? I wanted to taste her. I needed to taste her. As she sucked my raging hard-on with increasing gusto, I knew I had to taste her.  

“Come here.” I shifted myself so that I could lay on my back and pulled her hips towards my face. She never stopped slurping, sucking, and licking my cock as she straddled my head. I ripped her drenched panties down, leaving them dangling on one foot as I buried my face into her pussy. 

She was rocking her hips back and forth, riding my tongue like a horse, and all the while bobbing her head up and down on my engorged cock. I reached one hand down to gently press her nipple between two fingers and felt her back stiffen at the sensation. With the other hand I squeezed her ass, pushing and pulling in rhythm with her thrusts. 

My face was soaked. I could feel her juice running down both cheeks, down my throat and onto my chest. When she lifted her mouth off of my dick, I knew she was ready to fuck me. She climbed off, spinning around with an urgency born of unsatisfied desire. 

She climbed up on me, reaching between her legs to grab my waiting dick, and slowly lowered herself down on me. She closed her eyes as she leaned back, and began moving her hips back and forth, riding me as she reached behind her back and grabbed my legs. I started rubbing her clit with my fingers and watched her face grow ecstatic in the dim light. 

She bent down and kissed me, unconcerned by the juice from her body that was still on my lips. We rocked together, tongues entwined, our breath and heartbeats synchronized as we moved together towards climax. I felt her vagina clamp down on my cock as she began to shake with orgasmic spasms. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly as she whimpered with slitted eyes and trembling lips. She collapsed onto me and kissed my neck as I stroked her hair. 

After a while we rolled over, my stiff dick still buried inside of her, and I started moving in and out of her, slowly at first, but then faster and faster as I felt the warm tingling of impending orgasm building in my loins. She wrapped her legs and arms around me, pulling me closer to her body as I began to shake with an explosion of intense satisfaction. 

We lay together; limbs wound like tree roots and fell asleep in the afterglow of spent passion and the cold wet of the cum soaked futon. 

We woke up the next morning to the sound of moving people, and she got dressed. We stepped out of the room and kissed as she headed for the door and work. I was all smiles until I saw my stepmother who was glaring at me with unchecked fury. 

“This is unacceptable!” Her face was twisted with an anger I had never seen before. She was shaking with clenched jaw and clenched fists. I thought she was going to have a stroke, and I honestly didn’t know why. I can only guess that my little stepbrother must have asked some uncomfortable questions. 

Now, this is the woman who was fucking my father when I was thirteen. This was the person who he was in love with and couldn’t live without. This was the house that had the Playboy channel running 24 -7 and books on Tantric sex and nympho maniacs on the shelf. Here was the homewrecker whose actions had ruined my adolescence having the audacity to be apoplectic with me for having sex behind closed doors with the girl I was in love with. 

I couldn’t believe it. I just shook my head and smiled. “Don’t worry, I will be gone today.” I stepped back into the room, grabbed my few belongings, climbed into my car, and drove off. I had friends who had couches. I didn’t need her shit, and I couldn’t stand my bastard father anyway. 

Two weeks later, Linda and I got into our little apartment. I remember the first night we were there we put on her favorite Journey album and lay on the floor, making love in the soft glow of the stereo and the inviting cushion of the shag carpet. It was slow and sensuous. It wasn’t Earth shattering. It was just nice. We were comfortable, relaxed, and totally in love, happy to be alone at last, and ready to explore what a relationship was all about. We bought hamsters the next week.

Of course, we discovered that living together is more complicated than you expect. And even though we would separate briefly after those six months were over, we stayed together for forty-four years. Then, a rare cancer took her liver and then took her away from me. 

Now, sometimes when the loneliness gets too real, I will put on Journey, lie on the floor in the dark, and pretend that she is just in the other room and will join me soon. I close my eyes, and for a moment, she is there, and we are still two kids who are madly in love. 

And for the life of me, after all this time, I have no idea why we were fucking on the dining room floor. But I would love to do it again.