Topless.

September 1984.

Southern California.

I never meant to cause you any sorrow.

I never meant to cause you any pain.

I only want to see you laughing, in the Purple Rain.

Prince.

She’s the best woman I’ve ever had…

Alice held me tight as my topless 1970 Ford Thunderbird bounced over the rough driveway pavement of my rented two-bedroom suburban house. “Ray, is your roommate Nick here? I don’t see his truck.”

I hopped out, opened the passenger door and led my sultry brunette girlfriend inside. “No, he’s gone for the weekend.”

She made sure the living room curtains were closed. “Oh! Well, in that case…”

This never gets old…

Alice’s long delicate fingers unbuttoned an already halfway-open sleeveless black blouse, then efficiently unhooked her lacy bra. From the moment we had entered the front door, my slacks tented in anticipation. She quickly shed her garments, tossing them onto my couch, then raised both arms in a sexy pose.

“Beautiful, Alice.”

Even though she had just blatantly shown off for me, her quiet, “Thank you, Ray,” came with the same shy downward glance as when we had first met over a year ago.

Back when the thought of Alice being mine was ludicrous…

Though our date would almost certainly progress to intense sex, I knew Alice wasn’t quite ready. Her casual nudity was merely due to anatomical quirks.

Those quirks are Alice’s best features…

Anything except loose silk clothing caused her extra long and thick nipples mild discomfort. Thus, Alice generally went topless in her apartment or whenever alone with me in my house. However, beyond practical considerations, she loved how much I craved the sight of her enticing chest.

Likewise, Alice’s favorite outfit on me was tight pants and nothing else, so I untucked my teal dress shirt and let her unbutton it, another sensual routine she enjoyed. Her plump red lips kissed the tanned skin of my shoulders as she bared them, then traced my lightly muscled slim torso and arms with her hands.

Standing six feet tall, I merely had to dip my head to bring my lips to five-foot-seven Alice’s. I did not know if it was a conscious action, but she frequently wrapped one long leg around my thigh when we kissed, creating a full body embrace.

Because Alice had come to expect high levels of date planning from me, a mixtape cued to Peter Frampton’s “Baby I Love Your Way,” waited in my Pioneer cassette deck. Additionally, a mason jar candle stood ready on the fireplace mantle. Without interrupting our building passion, I switched on my component stereo, struck a match to brick, then reached out with my lengthy arm to flick a living room light switch off.

The romantic gesture’s effect on Alice was even more dramatic than if I had tongued her clit. Within two minutes of slow dancing, she moaned, “Mmmm, Ray. You’ve got me sooo turned on. I want you.”

Alice’s signals needed to be carefully interpreted, particularly in the current state of our relationship. Certainly, I could abruptly tug her white satin panties to the side, then plunge my steely cock in from behind, but that tempting option was probably not what she actually wanted at the moment.

This might be a test…

I followed a more prudent course of action, steadily escalating until she begged me to fuck her. Starting with kisses all over Alice’s graceful neck, I raised her shiny mid-back dark brown tresses while I made my way behind.

Kinky stuff did not hold too much appeal for Alice, so my open hand merely grazed her throat, offering gentle caresses that subtly signaled just the right amount of danger and dominance. She slightly leaned into my grip, displaying submission in her own way.

“Ahhh, Ray. The things you do to me.”

With that tiny ritual complete, I slowly lowered the skirt’s rear zipper, while kissing and nibbling my way down her nude back. Alice shuddered with delight, reaching back to weave her fingers in my dark wavy hair. I paused when the zipper was all the way open, then surprised her by yanking the skirt down and spanking her perfect panty-clad ass, just once. She cried out, “Ray! Ohhhhh, God.”

Alice was still in a state of mild shock when I cradled her in my arms, stood up, then carried her to our music room. I kissed her deeply while setting Alice face up on our upholstered piano bench, with her legs spread before me. The heady aroma of my lover’s arousal wafted around the repurposed dining room, packed with Nick’s drum kit, a few guitar amplifiers, our PA, recording equipment, and a baby upright piano.

The new Prince hit, “Purple Rain,” was next on the tape I had labeled, “Boning Alice.” Four years older than my twenty-three years, she strongly preferred sixties and seventies rock and country over modern music. However, I had taken her to the blockbuster movie last month and she had remarked “Ray, that final song Prince played sent chills down my back.”

I took a minute to run my hands all over the most stunning legs I had ever seen, then onto the succulent prize nestled between them. Though she kept it trimmed to not spill out, Alice’s extra fluffy bush stretched her conservative panties’ front panel into a plush mound. I laid my cheek there, then slowly inched the waistband over her deliciously curved hips. Her breaths quickened in anticipation of what she knew was about to happen.

A hearty clit sprang free of her dark curly forest as the underwear’s elastic passed over its dark pink hood. Alice gasped and pressed my head against her trim belly with both hands in my hair. I continued peeling the garment down, marveling at the sticky web stretching between her glistening pussy and the crotch fabric. While not a gusher like my previous girlfriend Rachel, another one of Alice’s many charms was how much grool she generated.

And how wonderful she tastes…

Just like I had done with the skirt, I suddenly flung her soaked panties off, then licked my way down the nectar-infused pubic hair to her waiting clit. I covered the erect thimble with my whole tongue, waiting for Alice’s response.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Rayyyyyy!!!”

Her shapely thighs clamped together, trapping my head in its proper place. Alice’s back arched in ecstasy and her hips orbited around my tongue. On many occasions, I added extra stimulation with fingers in various places, but Alice seemed to be doing just fine. I merely provided a semi-rigid tongue for her clit to grind on.

Savory juices coated my face when she softly growled, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Three minutes later, Alice pleaded, “Ray, I need you in me. Now. Mmmmm. Pleeeease?”

Heh…

I rolled Alice over on the bench, then lifted her hips to line up with my cock. She eagerly assumed the position for a hard doggy fuck, kneeling on the thin padding and looking back over her shoulder at me. A high viscosity thread of goo dripped from her portal, mesmerizing me. I leaned to the side to view how her dense pubic hair sprang a full inch past the back of Alice’s thighs like a manicured hedge.

Not all bushes are appealing, but Alice’s is beautiful. I hope she never shaves it off…

I chuckled, “Okay, Alice. If you insist.”

Even if Alice had a witty comeback, it became lost in the heavy moans she uttered when my cock tip slipped in. My hands laid loosely on her waist, but I let her take the whole thick shaft in by backing into me. While outwardly a very shy, demure lady who favored me taking charge, Alice often let me know in her subtle ways when and how she preferred to be fucked.

And so, I used every ounce of willpower to not ram her pussy hard and deep. Not yet. Alice knew eventually I would mercilessly pound my way to orgasm, which drove her wild when she was ready. But first, using her legs and arms on the piano bench, she took control, swaying back and forth while adding a bit of hip movement to ensure her favorite spots slid along my upwardly curved six-inch length.

With remarkable precision, Alice’s pussy nearly released my cockhead on her forward cycle, before re-grasping it in her swollen labia’s kiss, then slowly impaling herself on my burning, unyielding rod. Before every upstroke Alice gyrated her ass, dragging her clit against my tightened ball sack.

She maintained an agonizingly relaxed tempo for a full minute before becoming more aggressive. Still, I carefully matched the timing and force of my thrusts to hers, allowing Alice to conduct the evening’s lusty symphony. Our leisurely fucking only required one steadying hand on Alice’s ass, hips, or waist, so I used my other to randomly massage her scalp, tug the hair, run fingernails gently down her back, pull and twist her nipples, or handle her fully engorged clit. Each action elicited a different sexy noise or words, gradually intensifying in volume.

Prince’s epic guitar solo segued into ethereal chords at the end of his eight-minute masterpiece. Next up was The Rolling Stones’ jazzy groove, “Slave.” I expected Alice to move in time with its slow pumping beat, and she did not disappoint. She seemed in no hurry, so I just added a little “oomph,” to the deep penetration. My hearty breathing seamlessly turned into soulful moans as the slight hint of a climax on the horizon tingled my groin.

“Ohhhh, Alice. Sooooo good.”

“Ray, ahhhhhhh. I love… it. Keep going like this.”

I sang along in falsetto with Mick Jagger and his band mates,

“Do it, do it, do it, yeahhh. Don’t wanna be your slave!”

Alice’s next leg-quivering climax hit without warning. One second, she was smiling back at me, the next had her face against the piano bench, sucking a strained breath through clenched teeth.

Damn. I’ve only seen that particular Alicegasm once before…

I gave her half a minute to recover, then growled in her ear, “Here I go, Alice. Hope you’re ready.”

She clutched the bench tight. “Yes, give it to me, Ray. Don’t hold back.”

Her release had brought mine racing to the surface like a Great White shark. With seconds to spare before the point of no return, I furiously slammed my cock into Alice as her syrupy emissions splattered our legs. A firm grasp on her hips and a standing position gave my thrusts tremendous force and hypersonic speed. No matter how Alice had desired the bulk of our session to play out, the next ten seconds of ejaculation were mine and mine alone.

“Aaaaaaaallllliiiiiiiccccce! Fuuuuccckkk!”

It had been almost a week since we had last coupled, so my full balls blasted a heroic load into Alice, adding to the foamy mess flocking our bushes. Motionless, I closed my eyes and kept myself fully immersed in her while the final after-spurt dribbled out. I held the position for another minute, delaying an inevitable discomforting decision.

Should I tell her, “I love you,” now? Shit. No, she’ll probably think I’m just saying it to make up for… what I did. Which might be true. Fuck, I don’t know. Yeah. It’s too soon. But, next time, I’ll say it. Definitely. Most definitely…

When my eyes opened, they met Alice’s dreamy expression. I released my iron grip, leaned over and kissed her deeply until she giggled, “Ray, that was amazing. The whole night was, actually. I loved meeting your sister, Natalie. Do you think she liked me?”

We had driven the black-with-flames painted Thunderbird to a bar in Hollywood where Natalie worked. Though my older sibling’s life had become very chaotic, we still kept in regular touch.

I handed Alice a paper towel off the roll Nick kept by his drum kit to wipe sweat off his head while playing. She held it to her crotch to keep our mixed cocktail from dripping down her leg as she hobbled to my bathroom.

“Natalie did like you, Alice. She said you were beautiful and charming. Oh, and that we looked like Batman and Catwoman with our leather jackets and the car!”

Alice squatted on the brand-new toilet seat I had installed earlier in the day. She flashed the goofy smile that transformed her conventionally gorgeous features from unobtainable to girl-next-door. “Really? Catwoman? She said that? Meeeeooowwww!”

Maybe I do love her…

“Ray, speaking of Batmobiles, where is your other car, the Buick?”

I washed my cock in the sink. “I loaned it to my new friend Peter so he could take his father to a birthday dinner, or something like that. He’s bringing it back in the morning.”

She gave me an enigmatic look. “Ray, you’re very generous with your… things. I just wish you could be more… Oh, never mind. What’s Peter like?”

Happy we had sidestepped a difficult conversation, I retrieved the lightweight silk robe Alice kept in my closet for nights like this. I wrapped a towel around my waist while she slipped it on. Without a bra or panties, her nipples and bush made distinctive outlines.

Alice is my lover. Some fantasies come true…

My cock seldom settled below semi-hard in Alice’s presence. I joked, “My Batarang is going to be the Batnoodle for an hour or two. Let’s drink on my porch couch before going to bed, and I’ll tell you all about Peter.”

Out for his morning stroll, ancient coal-black Earl nodded to me while I walked Alice to her Honda Accord. He gave her a thorough once-over, yet didn’t seem impressed by my girlfriend’s svelte yet womanly figure.

Alice has a lovely ass, but Earl prefers more junk in the trunk. A whole lot more. Heh, he would have gone nuts over Rachel’s juicy peach…

Nonetheless, he grinned. “Hey, boy. Tha’s a nice catch, yep.”

“Thanks, Earl. This is Alice. She’s my…”

Earl never stopped on his morning and late afternoon walks around the block, so my introduction likely did not reach his nearly deaf ears as he efficiently caned his way up the street. However, at some point soon he would join Nick and I on our porch for beers and tall tales about cars, guns, and of course, pussy. Only then would I hear Earl’s hilariously unfiltered opinion of her.

Alice opened the driver’s door and embraced me. “Ray? I had the best time last night. I’m so glad we are giving us another chance.”

Hopefully she didn’t notice my involuntary wince. “Me, too, Alice. Alright. I’ll give you a call Tuesday night. Bye.”

After a long kiss, she drove off, just as Peter turned my 1972 Buick Riviera onto our street. Alice waved when they passed and he seemed bewildered that such a beautiful woman had smiled so widely at him.

He parked the huge rumbling black muscle car and stepped out. “Hey, Ray. Was that Alice? I just got a glimpse, but… wow. You go on and on about her, and now I get it.”

“Yep, that’s Alice. I’ll introduce you to her soon, Peter. Well, if we are still together.”

Out of nowhere, tears flooded my eyes. Peter and I had only known each other for two months, but his empathy was already something I had come to cherish.

He nodded sympathetically. “Hey, buddy. What’s wrong? I thought you loved Alice. You usually get all happy whenever her name comes up, which is kind of all the time.”

“I… Damn. Peter, I want to tell you all about Alice and me, but feelings are… strange for me. It’s kind of embarrassing. Maybe someday I’ll be able to sort this shit out and tell you our story, which is actually pretty amazing. I’ll probably be an old man before that happens, though.”

Peter instinctively knew the right thing to say and do. “No hurry, Ray. Some things take a long time to ripen for harvest.”

We looked at each other for a second, then simultaneously pointed down and laughed. “Harvest… this!”

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