She had a smile on her face all the way home. When we arrived at her homestead, her mother come out and she ran to her, giving her a tight embrace. Nancy's mother greeted me, welcoming me into her house for tea. She treated Nancy and I well and I was sure she was not angry and indeed gave her blessing for Nancy to spend the night with me. I was about to make an excuse but thought it was rude, and it would make Nancy unhappy as she was clinging onto me looking expectant. I agree and she ushered me inside holding my hand.

Nancy served me tea well; she made sure I had no complaints or needed nothing before she sat beside me. What would I give to have a woman service me like this? The tea chocked me and I coughed, shocked with myself. What was I thinking? I was young not ready to have a wife, what even made me think that? Nancy was fussing all over me, asking if I was alright or if something was wrong with the tea. I assured her everything was fine, but I should be going. I certainly had to get out of there and quick. I bade my goodbyes, telling Nancy I'll see her soon. On the way back, I kept wondering what made me start thinking that Nancy was the wife material I desired for myself.

Why had her mother allowed her to spend the night with me? It was a question that still baffled me and yet as I drank tea, she looked content to see her daughter serve me. She had no qualms, wasn't staring at me like 'ooh I know what you did to my daughter last night'. Well, I didn't do anything, but she wouldn't know that. Her silence was another baffling mystery.

I decided I needed a break for Nancy but over the next few weeks, I was excited to be with her and generally satisfied just being around her. Yet, something felt off so I decided not to be intimate with her, at least till I figured out what was wrong with me. I took her for long walks around the village, laughing as she complained her legs were exhausted. On the way back that day, I gave her a piggy-back ride and she laughed all the way home. We also frequented the river, one time just to sock our feet and talk, another time we swam and I enjoyed her squeals as I ducked her and splashed water at her. The other time, I took her fishing, showing her the best places to catch fish and how to set a trap for them. She was so attentive, listening to every word I said like I was the smartest guy she ever heard.

It made me so proud to be just that for her. That day we caught two fish, one large and the other small. I released the small back and gave her the large one to take back home. When all scenery of the river was exhausted, I took her to the park, sitting on the bench just to talk and drink marmalade juice; other times just lie on the grass and watch the shapes of the clouds. I never felt the need to spend time with a woman outside bed, in fact all my efforts outside it was just to get her there, yet with Nancy I seemed to be acting differently. Here I was wooing her, showing her a good time just to get her far away from my bed.

It didn't sit right with me considering I was running out of places to take her around the village. There were no more places to distract her from my bed. I wondered if she noticed my plot, but if she did she didn't show it. I gave her a taste of pleasure, and I knew she would want more. I wanted more, I denied myself choosing to live in my fantasy of her than have the real her; did she desire me as much as I did her? My attraction to her was beyond any other, what if it wasn't the same for her.

Yet as I took myself by the hand again that night to images of her, I racked my brain wondering if it was time to bring her to my bed. The decision of that was taken out of my hand as she didn't talk to me the coming week. I called but she didn't answer. Maybe she was mad at me, did I do something wrong? I thought about it and nothing come to mind. Maybe she got tired of me and sought another. The thought brought anger. It haunted me till I decided no more. Two days later, I decided I'd pay her a visit; ask her what is going on.

As I arrived home in the evening to freshen up from work, I found her waiting for me at my doorstep. She saw me pop up from the stairs and smiled. I smiled back, happy to just see her. She wore a beautiful blue sundress that showed off her curvesious body. I walked up to her almost missing my step. She giggled and I realized how much I missed her voice. I reached her and filled with my keys not knowing exactly what to say to her. She looked up at me and gulped. I soothed my throat and said hi in a cracked voice. She said hi back. I wondered if she was still mad at me for whatever I've done. Would she tell me? Or was she over it? I asked her whether we could talk and she nodded. I fumbled my keys in the lock, opening the door and letting her in first.

Upon closing the door behind me and turning around, I found my back against the door with Nancy's body close to mine. She laced her fingers behind my neck, pulling me down to press her lips to mine. Our tongues danced, setting a passionate rhythm that made me groan. When she pulled back, we were both out of breath. She smiled as she attacked the belt holding my pants on my hips. A few seconds later it was down on the floor and so was my pants. This was going fast; we genuinely needed to talk first. I was about to utter the word stop when a hiss come out as she grabbed my length, rubbing it up and down. I was so far gone; I hardened quickly to her touch. Then she was down on her knees and my length was in her mouth. I expected her to chock, to cough as my length hit the back of her throat, yet as tears slip down on her rosy cheeks; she did not relent, taking more and more of my remarkable length with every stroke.

God, it felt good, she felt good. She outdid herself for her first time. I definitely didn't wake up to expect this kind of treatment when I got home. Yet, here I was, struggling to prolong the pleasure and deny her mouth my seed; even if it was just for a few more minutes, so I can engrave the sound of her voice, the sight of her submission, the sight of my length going in and out of her sweet mouth and the feel of it all into my mind. She took all my resolve away as she took me in deep. My length hit the back of her throat, and she moaned, the vibrations become to strong and I gave up, releasing my seed in her mouth. As I spurted, she coughed and my seed dripped off her mouth and on chin, dripping onto her chest.

She licked her sensuous lips, moaning. I groaned at the sight of it. Her eyes grew as big as sauces as my length become rigid in front of her eyes. I laughed as I petted her head, enjoying the feel of her hair, as smooth as silk; her strands just flowing freely between my fingers. She closed her eyes feeling content and as blood rushed back to my head, I heard myself still trying to catch my breath. It was amazing, she was amazing. She was up and in my muscled arms in the next second.

I passionately kissed her, my distinctive taste still in her mouth, yet it is her taste i desired. In one swift move, I ripped the dress she wore. She gulped, and I lifted her throwing her body up. Her shapely legs twined around my shoulders as her hands gripped my hair tight for balance. In this position, I was within view and reach of what I desired and didn't waste time getting it. I devoured her, she moaned, holding me tight and close. After her first climax she forgot herself and gave in to pleasure, rolling her lips to the flicks of my tongue. I loved it as she washed my face with her wetness and as she pulled my hair tighter and directing my head to where she wanted me to pleasure her the most.

The pleasure overtook her and again my savage onslaught caused her to faint. I caught her in time, laughing as I decided not to be doing risky positions. I carefully laid her in my bed, making quick work of cleaning her and covering her up before she started to shiver. I don't know how long we took drowning in ourselves and the pleasures of our bodies, but it was definitely for a while as it was dark out. I closed the curtains and locked the doors, coming back to lie next to her.

I was content just holding her, only to realize she was awake not hours later. I found her staring at me. She laughed, saying I woke her up with my snoring. I tickled her telling her I don't snore and that lead to another round of pleasure where I showed her a new sense of sensual pleasure by taking her back hole with my dexterous finger. She pressed her body close to mine, grinding me. I took her moans in my mouth, and we both climaxed hers strong enough to drive her under again. I smiled, enjoying the effect my adventurous actions had on her. I lifted her over my body, her head to my chest just so she can't wake later to the wetness on the sheets. After that, she slept soundly till daybreak.