When I opened the door he smiled at me and I threw my arms around his neck. All I felt was relief. For some strange reason I'd had a sinking feeling, I was worried it was D. He hugged me back, sort of lifting me off the ground inching me into the front hallway. He laughed in my ear as he set me down. I could smell the familiar smell of his cologne and cigarette smoke. He stroked my hair and face and looked in my eyes saying "Hey babe... What's wrong?" I shook my head and looked away for a second. "Sweetie, its ok... He's not going to come here. I promise." He hugged me again. His hands pressed against my back. Our heads turned towards each other. He tilted my chin up towards his mouth and kissed me. The kisses started gently and rapidly moved towards erotic as he pushed me against the wall. We stopped for a split second and again our eyes locked, his held a question. I nodded yes and my clothes came off more fluidly and expertly than anything I've ever experienced. Without my knowing his did too... He grabbed my hand and dragged me into bed. He pulled my hair back exposing my neck and bit, hard enough to make me cry out. He pinned my hands to the bed with the other... And screwed me. It was great. Fantastic. True quality sex.

There was just something missing from it. Maybe I wasn't ready yet. My body felt ready. Very ready. Soooo very ready. I just don't think my mind was quite there yet. But hellllll-o... E is a big boy, and big boys come equipped with, well... big equipment. That was great. You can't really beat that.