Bert and I have been dating for a while now, a few months, and I’m starting to get the feeling that we might have something to last. Some of you might be laughing and going “A few months? The real thing? Ha!” But you have to understand, relationships for me don’t last more than a few weeks (long story), so it’s a long time for me.

Well, I started thinking that I wanted more than the usual sex we have. It is good sex, great sex, but still, I wanted to share something with him that I never experienced before and make it special. Up until yesterday, I’ve never been fucked in the ass. I daydreamed about it a lot, but I never actually did it, but that all changed last night.

I called up Bert on the phone and told him to come over. My parents were gone, they had a long new years weekend up in San Francisco. It was about six o’clock in the evening and I had been slaving over a hot stove for at least 2 hours making him a special dinner. It was his favorite, spaghetti and my secret family recipe sauce.

Now, I really don’t make a huge effort to get all dressed up; jeans and a nice top are the usual. But tonight I put forth every effort to look good for him. After soaking for hours in raspberry bath soap, I slipped into a bright red tube top with little cherries on it that really accentuated the nice curves of my full B breast. For the bottom, the shortest black skirt I own; pleated with slits that showed off a nice portion of my chocolate brown thighs. A little eyeliner, a little lip-gloss, and I looked as tasty as the food. The doorbell rang and I answered it. When Bert saw me his eyes nearly popped out of his head; it was just the reaction I was looking for.

We kissed and I lead him in by the hand to the dining room. I had dimmed the lights, lit candles, and the whole nine; it was very romantic. I made him sit down across the table from me where he couldn’t touch me, I wanted him to get a nice eye full before he could touch. After staring at me for an eternity, he lifted the top from the plate and grinned.

“You made this?” he asked.
“Yep.” I replied.
“It’s not our anniversary is it?”
“No, I just did it because I love you.” I said. It was one of the few times that I had told him “the three small words” outside of the heat of passion. He smiled, reached across the table and kissed my hand lovingly. Saying “I love you” is hard for him too, so I understood.

We ate and made small talk.

“Where’s your mom and dad?” he asked.
“They’re out of town for the weekend” I informed him with a sexy smile.
He smiled back and began to shovel his food.
“Don’t rush. We have all weekend.” I told him.

After we finished up, I got up from the table and went around to his side to pick up his plate. I made sure to bend in front of him so my luscious boobs were in his face. He tried to put his hand on my thigh, but I slapped it away.

“Behave yourself or you won’t get dessert.” I said.
“What’s for dessert?’ he asked.
“Me” I replied and went off to the kitchen.

I was trying my hardest to be sexy and it seemed to be working. Now it was time for phase 2. Absence makes the heart grow fonder so I had planned to get him horny beyond all reason and make him wait before I let him hit.

When I came back, I took him to the den to watch a movie. First, we watched the Blair witch project 2 because I knew that there’s some sex in it, at least enough to get his moe-joe working a little more.