Honey

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(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.)

Honey

Honey

Wilson Jones

She had tawny, honey-colored hair. For some reason, she made a huge impression on me, even though the first time I saw her she was at a party across a living room, totally immersed in what two hard dicks were saying to her. It was only a few minutes later that she left, chatting and laughing with the two extremely lucky guys. I don't think she would be called gorgeous. She was beautiful and somehow extremely sexy, even though she wasn't traditionally stacked. I estimated her measurements at 34-23-34 with possibly a C cup. Her skin was the color of dark honey, evidence of her mixed parentage. Her legs were slender but honestly I barely got to her hips before the two frat rats spirited her away, for what I strongly suspected would be a night of debauchery. Still her honey bronze face was etched into my memory permanently along with her large hazel eyes. The impression of her being chatted up by the two frat rats stuck in my mind.

The next time I saw her was at the Cactus Café. Amazingly, I thought, she was seated at a table alone. I took a decidedly unsubtle approach and started to sit down in a chair at her table, saying, "May I join you?"

She looked at me quizzically and said, "Who are you?"

I offered my hand and said, "I'm Wilson Jones. You probably don't remember me...."

She said, "I think I saw you at a party a couple of weeks ago. You were giving me the eye. You're not some sort of pervert, are you?"

I admitted, "I'm a little surprised you remembered me, although I guess that's not all good, right?"

She replied, "I noticed you staring at me as I was leaving. Are you going to answer my question? Are you some sort of perv?"

I confessed, "I was very attracted to you. I was trying to figure out how to meet you when you left. I'm just an ordinary guy. I haven't been following you anywhere. I admit I'm attracted to you!"

She finally took my proffered hand, "I'm Wilma Kay Brown, but most people call me Honey."

She took her hand back and took a sip from her drink.

I replied, "You prefer Honey over Wilma?"

She responded, "I prefer Kay or Honey over Wilma. What do you think? Do I look like a Wilma to you?"

I explained, "I think Wilma is a fine name, but to me you just don't seem like a Wilma!"

She smiled, "That's what I thought. Tell me Wilson, what do you want?"

I spoke honestly, "I would like to have a date with you. Are you busy tonight?"

She answered, "For some insane reason, I like the idea of a date, but I'm busy tonight." She reached in her pulse and pulled out a card, which she gave me, and continued, "I have to go now, but call me. I'm sure we can work something out."

Persistence was my middle name; not really, but I don't give up easily. When I called her, she was booked for the next weekend, but the following Tuesday night was clear, so I took her out to dinner. She was an amazing conversationalist. It was hard for me to keep up my end of our discussion, because I kept getting lost in the vision of loveliness sitting across the table from me. There was a difficulty. Some guy came up and sat down between us.

He said, "How have you been, Honey?"

She replied, "I'm doing fine, but Wilson is my date tonight," looking across the table at me.

He dismissed me with a glance, "You haven't been returning my calls, Honey!"

She retorted, "Jason, this is neither the time nor place for this!"

I added, "Look, Buddy... "

He looked at me and in a threatening voice, "Shut up, I'm talking to the lady here."

I jumped to my feet, turning my chair over, "Look, asshole, you're about to be talking to my fist!"

He looked back and forth between Honey and me. A manager rushed over, "Is there a problem?"

I replied, "Yes, sir. This obnoxious turd is disturbing the lady and me. We just wanted to have a quiet dinner."

He touched the fellow's arm, "Sir, I believe you need to leave."

Two waiters came over in support of the manager.

Jason got up and began to walk away, he looked back and said, "This isn't the end of this!"

The manager followed him to the door while the waiters returned to their stations.

One of the waiters had picked my chair up. As I resumed sitting, Honey told me, "I'm sorry, Wilson. I only went out with him twice and he wanted to take over my life. He seems unwilling to take no for an answer."

I responded, "I noticed that. I guess that explains your concern for perverts."

She changed tacks, "Yes, it does, but I am really proud of the way you responded to my former friend, Jason."

I told her, "I've had a problem with people underestimating me my whole life."

She reassured me, "I won't make that mistake, Wilson! You made me feel really good with the way you jumped to my defense!"

I answered, "Comes with the territory, Ma'am."

After dinner, she said she needed to go home rather than go to a club. She did invite me in for a nightcap. We settled on coffee and after a few sips, I kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm and moist. I probed with my tongue and we became more passionate. She stopped me, telling me that she had an exam the next day and needed to do a last minute review. She walked me to her door and gave me a nice, lips only, good night kiss and that was the end of our first date.

I finally cracked the problem of her always full dance card by doing a two-fer. When I called her I would reserve her next open weeknight and her next weekend opening. On our next weeknight date, we made out on her sofa for a while and then when she suggested moving to her bedroom, I enthusiastically acquiesced.

Her pussy was like honey, smooth as silk, and warm, soft, damp, and oh so warm. Sticking my manhood inside her was heavenly bliss. I didn't suffer from lack of confidence. Throughout my freshman year and the first part of my sophomore years I constantly worked on refining my technique.

From my first experience in high school when I barely made it to home plate before embarrassing myself by ejaculating on my second or third stroke, I had improved my control to where I no longer had to concentrate on baseball to last twenty minutes or more. I rarely failed to bring my partners to at least one orgasm. I never was lucky enough to deflower a virgin, but I brought several coeds to their first penis in vagina orgasm.

I knew Honey was experienced, even very experienced, but even she was amazed when she had her fourth orgasm, and I still hadn't ejaculated. After another ten or so minutes and a couple of more body-shaking orgasms, she told me, "You can come now," and after a few more thrusts into her honey pot, I did. She joined my ejaculation, by having a multi-convulsion climax, almost matching my shots of hot cum against her love canal walls.

We kissed deeply. She said, "You were amazing, lover!" Then, she apologized, "I've got an exam tomorrow, so you can't sleep over tonight, but this weekend...." Her smiling face left nothing to my imagination as to what the weekend would bring.

Coincidentally, or maybe not, it became much easier to schedule dates with Honey. Soon, our relationship evolved into near exclusivity. There would still be one or two nights a week that she was out with 'friends,' it never being clear what their gender was. We decided to share an apartment, but she made it clear that this was not an exclusive relationship, although we had reached the point where I seldom went more than twenty-four hours without sampling her wares.

I knew she was seeing other guys, but so long as she paid her share of the rent and kept me fully satisfied, I didn't make an issue of the other guys. She had made it quite clear that I couldn't expect exclusivity from her.

I felt no need to go with other women although I occasionally went out with friends when I knew she was going to a party for which I had not received an invite. Things went along like that until about halfway through the first semester of our senior year when I asked her if she had ever considered having an exclusive relationship. She said she didn't think she was ready for that but if she were to have that with anyone it would be me. A good answer but not the one I was looking for. I decided to wait until after the Winter break to broach the subject again.

Our physical relationship almost impossibly seemed to still be on the upswing. How could great get even better? I knew that she still occasionally visited fraternities and guys' apartments without me. This created a conflict: I wanted our relationship to become more, but I knew that was impossible with her still fucking around even it was infrequently.

Things came to a head when I took her to a party one Friday night. We had wandered around together talking to friends, sometimes hers and sometimes mine. We were drinking beer and we both had empty cups, so I took them to the keg which was on the back porch. There was a bit of a queue so it took around ten minutes to return with the full cups.

She was talking to a guy that I didn't know. She said, "Thanks for the beer, sweetheart. I'm going to go over to Carl's place for a while. I hope you don't mind me leaving you on your own."

I replied, "I do mind, Honey, but it's a free country."

Carl smirked as he guided her out the door. I found a place to sit. I drank my beer, disposed of the cup and headed home, more or less, with my tail between my legs. It was around seven and I was fixing breakfast when she came home.

I opened with, "Honey, we need to talk."

She asked, "You're not mad about last night, are you?"

I replied, "I'm not happy. I'm used to my dates going home with me."

She corrected me, "Wilson, we've never had an exclusive relationship. I really like you, but I still have the right to see who I want."

I agreed, "You certainly do, Honey. Still, I would like to see us develop something more. At some point I want to marry and have a family. I'm not sure that's what you really want."

She responded, "I like you a lot, Wilson. I, too, would like to marry and have a family. I'm not sure that I can ever give up the idea of having a fling with someone new every so often."

I inquired, "So you don't see yourself ever having a one on one marital relationship?"

She explained, "I can see myself in that kind of relationship. Two issues: The first is that I'm not ready for it right now. The second is that I still think I would be occasionally be attracted to someone I wasn't married to."

I replied, "I have two questions. When do you see yourself being ready to be married, and how often would you need to stray from your marital partner."

She answered, "I think I'll be ready for marriage after graduation. I have to think about how often I would want a hall pass. I don't think it would be as often as monthly, or maybe it would be. Let me get back to you on that. I really do like you, Wilson, but not enough to become a nun where everyone else is concerned."

I summarized, "That's something. I'd prefer a one-man woman, but I know you haven't exactly been that way in the past. I have to think about how far I'm willing to go in giving up that ideal so that I can have you."

She smiled, "Don't give up hope, Wilson. It looks like we both have homework for now!"

We left it at that. I couldn't give myself totally to this woman because I knew we weren't exactly on the same page with regard to marital fidelity. It seemed reasonable that we would both have to give a little. I wasn't sure how much I was willing to give. Like Honey said, I guess I needed to figure that out for myself and then talk to her again.

We didn't completely disengage. I drew her a bath and bathed her. I ended up joining her in the tub. It was a tight fit, but neither of us minded. She made it clear that she wanted sex before sleep. I was certainly ready. For me, it wasn't our greatest sex, but it was very good. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy it - coming five or six times before telling me it was time for me to come. We both went home to our parents for winter break.

It meant four weeks apart. I knew she would be renewing high school acquaintances with all that meant. I hooked up twice with high school friends. In both cases, it was one and done. It meant I was looking forward to reuniting with Honey as the Spring Semester began.

Our reunion was wonderful. I know she stayed busy over the holidays but she seemed very glad to see me. We loved and slept. Then we loved and slept. And the next morning we loved and then ate breakfast. After breakfast was eaten and cleared away, she took me into our living area and held my hand.

She told me, "Wilson, no one loves me like you do. I am interested in having a future with you. Before we talk about the future, I think I should tell you about my past. I think it will explain a lot. Some of it is good and some of it is bad. You'll be the first person I've told the whole story to. Let me tell you the whole story and then please be gentle in what you say to me, okay?"

I had no idea what she was going to tell me. I told her, "I'll try to be quiet and listen and then I'll do my best to be gentle."

She began her story, "I had my first lover when I was fourteen. He was in high school and I was very proud to be dating a high school man. I think he was sixteen. He shared me with some of his friends. All through high school I had lots of dates. They almost always ended up in fucking. It was in high school that I started to enjoy double penetration and even being air tight. My mother was a single mother and didn't much care what I did. We didn't have money for college so I started working in fast food. I almost always had dates after work. After a few months I met Marla. Marla encouraged me to go to parties. I got paid for going to the parties and then men would give me more money for doing things, mostly blow jobs and vaginal sex. Then Marla promoted me to being an escort, and I started making really good money. After a couple of years, I had enough of selling myself. By that time I had put aside enough money to go to school. I am actually three years older than I tell everybody. So that's another one of my secrets. In college I still occasionally do a party or weekend for Marla, but mostly I fuck for fun. The problem for me is that you were different. I really like you. Maybe, it's love, I don't know. I've never felt about a guy the way I feel about you. The last several weeks when I was home, I renewed my acquaintances with people I knew in high school. I had sex with several of them, but more than anything that convinced me that you are different. I definitely want to live with you. I know you want me to be exclusive. I've never been exclusive. I've even thought that when I graduated, I might get back into escorting full-time. Lots of good money and lots of good sex there. Right now, the important thing for me is that I think we have a real relationship and I would like to see where it can go. So, that's my story. Do you have any questions?"

I was astounded. Surprised that she was three years older than me and that she had been an escort for several years. I didn't mind that she had been an escort but I couldn't imagine a long-term relationship with an escort. I wanted her for the rest of my life. But I only wanted her. I also want her to only want me. I knew we had to talk about this. "Honey, if we became involved even more than we already are, would you completely give up the idea of escorting?"

She kissed me, "I'm not lying, Wilson. I think you are special. I'll call Marla and tell her that I'm quitting. You understand that I didn't mind the work. With some clients I thoroughly enjoyed the work. Some of the clients thought I was a tramp and were disrespectful, but I never minded the wet work part of it."

I continued, "But you're willing to give that life up completely."

She hugged me. "I'm really glad that you think we have a future. I only did it because I thought it was a good way to pay for college. I have more than enough money to finish college. If you're willing to put my career as an escort behind us, I'm willing to give a relationship with you a try."

I kissed her, "That makes me very happy. I really do want us to be together."

She replied, "Nobody makes me feel the way you do, baby. You just make me feel so warm and happy inside."

It seemed to me that we had made some real progress. Maybe we could have a real relationship. I wasn't buying a ring yet, but I had hope. I felt better about us than ever before. Things really were nice for the next few months. We mostly stayed home, but we weren't complete hermits. Two or three times a month we would go to parties.

Honey

I had never been with a guy that was anything like Wilson. He was easy to talk to. I just enjoyed hanging out with him. And he made love to me. No one had treated me like Wilson. With him it was togetherness like I had never experienced before. When I was full up fucking a guy or even DPing two guys, it was like I was on a planet by myself. I was experiencing a complete experience of erotic ecstasy that just blew me away. The difference with Willson was that although I was swept away it was like the two of us were on that island sharing the experience. I had never experienced that with anyone else.

I was happy with Wilson most of the time but I still needed that 'me' time, as well. I knew that when I would meet a guy or two at a party or wherever and hook up with them, it made Wilson unhappy, but I needed the all-out fucking just like I needed the lovemaking from Wilson. I knew there was a conflict between what I wanted and what Wilson wanted, but I was sure we could make a compromise and meet somewhere in between.

I knew we had to approach the matter with honesty and respect and so I gave him a thumbnail of my sexual past. He seemed to be able to move past that. The problem was he wanted me to completely faithful to him and him alone, and I knew that wasn't the kind of girl that I was. Talking to other women, I couldn't tell if it was genetic or practical or mental, but it seemed much easier for me to achieve a heightened sense of sexual sensitivity than other women. With me, it took only a little chatting and touching and I was dripping wet and oh so ready for action. It was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing that I didn't have to go through the extensive preliminaries that some women had to go through to be truly ready; on the other hand it was a curse to be ready to go almost at the drop of a hat, or a hand, or a foot, or almost anything connected with masculinity. I was happy with the way I was, but sometimes I wondered if it wouldn't be better to have a little more control over my hormones and a little more subdued arousal.

I knew my sexual proclivities were a problem for Wilson. I knew he would be happier if I had a little higher threshold for arousal, but the reality was that I didn't. I was afraid his attitude would be either I could fit myself in a square hole or I didn't want it bad enough.

Wilson

Then it happened. We were at a party at a married couple's house that we were friends with. I was chatting with Brad and Gina about the perils of home ownership. They were renting but he was planning to continue full-time at the part-time job he had with a large tech company. When he went full-time they would be able to make a down payment on a starter home.

Gina grabbed my arm, "You better see after Honey!"

I turned around. We were in the dining room, but I could see into the living room. A couple of guys had Honey in between them on the couch. They were putting their hands on her and taking turns kissing the side of her neck. She seemed a little uncomfortable but wasn't really resisting. I went over to the trio and asked politely, "What's going on?"