Wednesday, July 04, 2007

#9 The First Time

Jim pulled up to his apartment. He looked over at Pam and she returned the gaze. Neither knew what to say to for fear of breaking the magic of the moment. He leaned over and kissed her lightly. Pam smiled softly and continued to stare at him. He got out of the car and went around, opening the door for her. Pam stepped out and Jim kissed her again.

“We’re going to kiss every few minutes right?” Pam teased quietly, her face was close to his and he could feel her breath. “I promise I’m not going to change my mind Jim.” She moved her head to the side and kissed his neck, enjoying the warm musky smell of his skin.

He smiled back and took her hand. He led her to the door and unlocked it. She squeezed his hand as he pulled her in. Jim was pleased that he had picked up the place earlier. There were no dishes piled in the sink. The carpet had been vacuumed. He had found cleaning house helped when sexual frustration took over. His apartment had been exceptionally clean lately.
They walked into the living room and Jim grabbed a few candles that had been on a shelf near the kitchen. He collected a lighter from the kitchen. Pam stood still and watched Jim. He turned to her and asked if she wanted a glass of wine.

“Maybe later,” she answered. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Her hair had fallen out of the clip and it haloed her face. The light’s from outside came in the window and made her face glow. Jim took her hand with his free one and led her upstairs.

They went into his bedroom. It was tastefully decorated in early bachelor, with clean mix matched light blue sheet and comforter. There wasn’t a throw pillow or flower to be seen. She saw that he had not placed his desk in his bedroom like at the last apartment. There were some scenic harbor photos on the wall and a coat rack in the corner. The bathroom adjoined the room. The only light in the room was the ambient light from the hall. Jim didn’t want to turn on a stark bright light and alter the mood. He placed the two candles on either side of the room and lit them. He went over to the large boom box on a shelf and flicked the on switch. It was tuned into a soft rock station. Strains of George Michael’s “Careless Whispers” filled the air. He turned off the hall light and closed the bedroom door. Jim stood still and looked at Pam. He felt hit heart beating quickly. There was nothing else to prepare. This was it. He felt a little overwhelmed by the situation and looked down for a second.

Pam took a step towards him. Their eyes completely locked. Nothing could break the stare. Pam reached up and slowly started to unbutton her shirt.

“No,” Jim said with a low voice, “Let me do that.” He sat on the side of the bed and pulled her towards him. She stood directly in front of him. He reached up and slowly undid her buttons. She watched him closely, enjoying the tension.

Jim knew Pam’s body. He had spent the last 4 years watching her walk, bend, stretch and move around. He knew the curve of her buttocks and the flatness of her stomach. He had memorized the fullness of her breasts and the arch of her neck. Jim remembered her small hands as they typed and the way her legs stretched out when she was tired. He noticed the velvety pale creaminess of her skin and imagined that skin covering her head to toes. He had spent countless hours mentally chronicling this information and storing it in secret place in his head for fantasies. He had imagined the feel of these parts and of possessing the whole. Jim knew it would be exactly as he dreamed.

He finished unbuttoning her shirt and it fell to the ground. Her breasts were heaving slightly, straining against the bra. Pam’s breathing had quickened and she fought to not let it be so obvious. The white bra’s material was almost sheer and he made out the shape of her nipples through the gauzy film. He placed his hands on her hips and looked up at her as he ran them around her hips to the zipper in the back of her skirt. He gently cupped her buttocks for a second and Pam closed her eyes. He unzipped the skirt and it slid to the floor.

Pam realized she was standing in front of Jim in nothing but her underwear. She suddenly had a rush of shyness and her hands instinctively started to cover her more fragile body parts. Jim took her hands and gently placed them to her side.

“Pam, never hide yourself,” Jim said throatily, “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He looked at her and there was so much yearning in his eyes. Pam felt strength she had never felt before. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. Jim watched as it joined the other clothes on the floor and then gazed at her with need. Her breasts were perfect. They were the right size, shape and a creamy texture that begged to be kissed. He leaned forward and took one pink nipple into his mouth and kissed it lightly. Pam felt a flood of moisture between her legs. It took all of her strength not to let her legs buckle.

Jim put his head down and softly kissed her abdomen, grasping the roundness of her buttocks and pulling her closer. He let one of his hands slide under the soft, white cotton on panties and felt the smooth, contour of one cheek. He ran the other hand up her front thigh tentively and she shuddered slightly as he reached the small damp spot on her cotton panty crotch. He used the other hand to slowly pull them down and Pam lightly stepped out of them. Jim sat back and took in Pam’s totally nudity. Pam resisted any temptation of covering herself. She could see the worship in Jim’s eyes. She stood there in all her glory, completely naked. Jim was still fully clothed.

Pam reached forward and started to unbutton his shirt. Her hair had fallen forward and it brushed his cheeks. The look in his eyes was so unnerving that she looked to focus on his lips.
“This is not fair,” she said softly, “You still have your clothes on.”

Jim helped her finish the buttons and shrugged out of the shirt. His arms were long, lean and strong. His chest had a good amount of muscle for such a slender guy. The most impressive aspect was his broad shoulders. He had a silky tuft of golden brown hair in his chest. His skin was slightly tanned, which Pam found surprising.

“You know,” Pam teased, “Your pretty buff for a computer geek, Halpert” Jim smiled gratefully.

“How did you get so tan?” she asked and ran her hand down his chest. He forced his hands to stay on her hips while she fulfilled her intimate inspection.

“Yard work,” He answered throatily.

Pam leaned in and kissed him. These were not tentative kisses, but hungry, persistent one. Jim lay back on the bed and Pam climbed up on him. He pulled her up and she crouched on him, their mouths connected for what seemed like forever. Her small feet were in either side of him as she straddled him. She could feel his excitement about the burst through his zipper.

“We have a problem, Big Jim.” She gently teased. She reached her hand down between her legs and felt him under her. Jim, who had been straining with his head up to kiss her fell backwards in pleasure. He closed his eyes and she caressed him through his jeans.

“Jim, I know you want to pull out your sexual bag of tricks and show me all that you can be. But, we have all night and right now I want nothing than to feel you inside of me!” Pam said with urgency in her voice. He looked at her and saw her eyes were heavy with desire. He pulled he face closer to him.

“What no sexual Olympics?” he said and he ran his fingers in her hair and ran then down her back, feeling the tantalizing, and torturing grinding she was doing on him. He rested them on the small of her back and grabbed her bottom, which fit perfectly in his large hands. “I was going to go for the gold Yogurt Lid.”

Pam smiled and arched her back, placing more weight on him. The sight of her arching back, her abdomen taut and her breast full with rigid pink nipples was almost his undoing. It was a divine torment and Jim had to close his eyes again.

“Pam,” Jim said hesitantly, “I can’t promise I’ll have much…stability the first time.”

She smiled and cocked her head, “I understand, but we have all night and then some. You can show that you’re a 60 minute man some other time. But right now I want these pants off and…” she lost her breath as Jim flipped her over and placed his hands between her legs gently. Pam moaned and strained against his fingers that worked magic on her senses. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her breast.

“Please Jim,” she begged. She reached over to his zipper and Jim relented. He unzipped his pants and shrugged them down as he let his lips and tongue descend on her belly.

“No, Jim,” she begged again, her voice ragged with need, “I want to feel you.”

Jim was completely naked and he lay beside her. She reached down and took a hold on him. Her eyes opened a little wider at the realization that he was indeed, “Big Jim.” His long legs seemed to go on forever. She pulled Jim on top of her and he worked hard not to crush her under him. Pam wrapped her legs around him and drew him in. Jim’s head went back with pleasure.

Jim tried to think of baseball scores, movie plots, anything to prevent losing control. Pam’s legs were locked around his hips and they rocked in sync. He kissed her and she pushed her hands through his hair, enveloping her fingers around his head and increasing the pressure of the kiss. He tongue was drawing him in farther. They were fully connected. This was everything he imagined it would be.

He made the mistake of opening his eyes and seeing the fervor on her face. She looked him directly in his eyes, their mouths were only an inch apart.

“Oh, my God, Pam I love you.” He said ardently.

Pam’s eyes closed with overwhelming emotion.

Jim was maintaining control, but as soon as Pam dug her nails into his shoulders and cried his name he lost it and climaxed with such a force, he felt it to his toes. Pam clung to him and held him tightly as he came with a fury.

She kissed him again and said his name over and over again softly. He put his face in her hair and breathed her in. They slowed the rocking and it blended into a gentle dance of moving against one another. Jim pulled back and gazed at her.

She asked breathlessly, “Was that so bad?” Her hand ran down and caressed his buttocks, which were muscled and soft at the same time.

Jim kissed her very lightly on the lips, keeping eye contact the entire time. She unclasped her legs and loosened her hold enough for him to withdraw. They lay on their sides, pressed against each other and stared at each other. The soft sound of music played and the candles shimmered.

“Are you going to make it this hard on me in the future?” he asked teasingly.
“Oh yeah,” Pam replied tenderly, “Count on it.”

He turned Pam over and spooned up against her. His hand rested under her breast and he ran his thumb around the areola. Their skin was damp and it increased the clinging between them. He could already feel himself becoming aroused again as Pam soft subtle skin rubbed up against him.

Jim and Pam lay together, whisperering to each other in their own world. This world was so new, and they still had some much time to get to know each other.

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