"I'll make you dinner," she'd said.
"Oh my God," I'd been tempted to reply. Tempted. My actual words were something
along the lines of, "Mmm, oh--uh, okay." I don't really remember--I was kind of
shocked, I think. No woman had ever offered to rub my back, much less to cook
me dinner, so I didn't know exactly how to respond. Don't get me wrong, it's
not like I would have refused or anything. I mean, she was Mayra for God's
sake--Mayra the Love Goddess, Mayra the Busty, Mayra the Luscious, Mayra the
Gorgeous Hispanic Woman-Girl. No matter what I called her, she was way out of
my league, what with her lean, petite, 5'6"-tall, 110-pound, nineteen-year-old
body, her blemish-less face, her smooth brown skin, and her luxurious black
hair.
Not that I'd ever tried before. I knew that dating her would be like Steve
Urkel dating Wonder Woman, so I tried not to seem interested. My excuse was
that we were "just" friends, whatever that means. It was quite a bit easier for
me to digest "Mayra the Friend" than it was "Mayra the Untouchable."
And yet, last time I checked, friends don't normally cook each other dinner. 
So here she was, Wonder Woman, standing in my kitchen, studying the side panel
on a box of macaroni and cheese. 
"Jason!" she called, glancing over her shoulder. I'd been standing behind her,
slightly amused that she had to read the directions for mac-and-cheese. "Oh,"
she muttered, upon seeing me, "you're right there."
"Yep." I came up beside her and looked at the box she held. I could almost feel
her body tugging at mine, begging for me to move even closer to her. I
struggled to curb an incredible desire to rest against her, and being a virgin
in the worst way, I was all too successful.
She glanced at me a second time. Now her gaze lingered just a millisecond too
long, and my eyes met hers. It was a mistake, of course. Immediately I became
lost in them; a part of me felt as though it would drown in their depths. My
breath caught someplace between my lungs and my throat; I gasped for air.
I'd loved her for so long.
She was speaking, I realized. Speaking...asking me a question? Her lips
moved--those full, dark, round lips. I focused on them, watching them bend and
pout and stretch thin, blocking out everything else.
"Jason?"
I'd stopped listening.
"Jason?"
It didn't matter.
"M...Mayra," I breathed, knowing full well that I had to tell her. I couldn't
deny it any longer, not to myself, not to her. It was time, time to talk, time
to reconcile "Mayra the Friend" with "Mayra the Love Goddess." 
But my voice didn't quite agree.
We stood in total silence, staring at each other. A whisper in my head told me
that Mayra had stopped talking, that she was leaning against me, that I could
feel her breath on my chin. My heart began racing in my ears, the whisper
became an unintelligible scream, and I knew that I was in way over my head.
Without thought, my hand raised, pulling my arm around her, placing my fingers
in the small of her back. In spite of my fear, I pulled Mayra close, pressing
her against me. My face fell onto hers, and I parted my lips, pressing them
against her open mouth. Rather than resist, as I might have expected had my
brain been working correctly, she kissed back. As it deepened, as we both
closed our eyes, I tasted her for the first time, and I greedily sucked her
saliva into my mouth. While I would have gladly sat and kissed her all day, she
pulled away, causing a loud "smack!"
Mayra looked down, her breathing ragged, and, for a single, terrifying moment,
I couldn't read the expression on her face. I honestly thought that she was
going to slap me. Instead, to my relief, she raised her head and smiled
sweetly.
"So," she murmured, "how come you didn't you tell me?"
"Mayra, I..." Still, I couldn't speak. My face felt hot and red, partly from
excitement, but mostly from embarrassment.
This time, it was her turn to kiss me. Deeper, wetter, longer, harder--I felt
her tongue slip into me like candy, and my excitement finally overwhelmed my
embarrassment. As I overcame my shyness, Mayra did the same--she let out a
soft, high-pitched grunt that was certainly involuntary. Her arms pulled up
across my shoulders and around my neck as the box of macaroni that she held
clattered to the floor. We kissed madly--hungry, not for dinner, but for each
other.
By now my lust was nearly tangible; I wanted to grope her, to rip her clothes
off of her, to lick every inch of her dark, velvety skin. But I'd already taken
enough initiative for today. Our mouths remained locked as I held onto her
tightly, her firm, supple breasts poking into my chest. I felt her heart
hammering, and I knew that she could feel mine, as well. More importantly, I
knew that she could probably feel the erection that had grown between my legs.
Already she was rubbing herself slightly against it.
Mayra gasped as I pulled my mouth from her and began gently kissing down her
neck. With each peck I drew her close and released her, establishing a rhythm
that made her moan.
"Mm," she whispered through a lust-drunken haze, "I...I want you."
My lips, now done with her neck, found her mouth. It felt familiar already, as
though I'd always been meant to be there, as though this had always been meant
to be. Without realizing it, we began rolling against the kitchen counters. We
were oblivious to the world.
I removed a hand from Mayra's back and gingerly rested it on her buttocks,
pressing her lower body to me, stroking my erection with her body. Then I
squeezed, feeling the tight muscles that made her ass seem so gorgeous and
chiseled. Instinctively, I almost began humping her right there, but I
refrained--I didn't want this to end prematurely.
Mayra must have had the same feeling as she lifted herself off of me. But,
rather than end our lovemaking, as I halfway expected, she touched my belly.
Her hands began bunching my shirt as they worked their way up to my chest. Her
mouth resumed sucking on mine, and she put her hands under my shirt in order to
massage my (unfortunately) not-so-buff physique. It was surprisingly erotic.
Without letting go of her lips for more than a second, I lifted my shirt and
practically tore it off myself. In turn, I tugged at hers--she wore only a
t-shirt that was perhaps a size too small, and it came off almost as easily as
mine had.
As before, I kissed down her neck. But, this time, I kept going lower. My
tongue began lapping at the cleavage that stuck through her bra as she reached
behind herself to unfasten the suddenly cumbersome clothing. After a moment, it
was gone, and her breasts leapt at me in their full, marvelous glory. Young and
large and full and firm--I immediately pulled the left one into my mouth,
relishing the taste of her skin, scraping my tongue across her hard nipple. My
lips clamped down a bit, and Mayra yelped. Her hands found the back of my head
and pushed me into her as I sucked her breasts like a vacuum cleaner. In a
sudden fit of pure lust, I pulled away, grabbed her by the ass, and lifted her
up onto the kitchen counter. With renewed vigor I kissed her, pressing my bare
chest against hers, reveling in the sensation of bare skin on bare skin.
And, without warning, Mayra stopped kissing me. "Jason," she moaned, latching
tightly onto me. I held her, feeling her breasts heaving against me, my entire
body filled with hormones and pent-up emotions; I hugged her as though she were
a life preserver. Her flesh felt smooth and moist against me--we were both
beginning to sweat, and it made her skin feel soft, like silk. I ran my fingers
along the small of her back and up her spine. When they reached her hair, they
began to stroke it tenderly. "Jason," she repeated, "why didn't you tell me?
I've always had such a...such a crush on you, but I never knew that you felt
the same way. I never knew." There were tears in her voice.
I hugged her; her heart thudded against my chest. "I know. I'm sorry." For
several moments we clutched each other, feeling each other.
I was so aroused that I thought that my penis would burst, but it seemed as
though Mayra wanted to stop. I pulled my body away from hers. "Why don't we
start dinner...?" But she grasped my arms and looked into my eyes. She didn't
want to stop.
Her eyes glistened as though they were brimming with tears, and her lips curved
upward into a smile. Without glancing away from her, I reached for the front of
her pants and unbuttoned them. Her breathing became heavy and ragged again as I
swiftly removed her jeans. Lowering my head, I licked her belly button and
began to kiss down her. When I reached her panties, I took them and slid them
down, lifting her ass in order to slide them completely off. Now she was naked
(save for her socks), and, it seemed, quite aroused. As my nose brushed by her
thighs I could smell her thick, sweet scent. The black mound of hair peaking
out from under her belly was wet and matted from her juices. 
Finally, Mayra parted her legs, allowing me to bury my face in her and eat her
like a turkey sandwich.
She yelped. Repeatedly. While I'd never been one for oral sex, listening to
Mayra's obvious pleasure considerably enhanced my own. As my tongue groped and
gently found her hardened, swollen clit, my fingers massaged her lips. Her
yelping became louder and more urgent, her breathing more jagged. Then I
removed my fingers from her pussy and gripped both of her legs, sinking my
tongue into her, deliberately avoiding her clit for the moment--I didn't want
her to cum just yet.
Though I'd never actually performed oral sex before, I'd watched enough porn
and read enough about it to know vaguely what I was doing. With my tongue still
inside of her, I reached a hand up to her right breast and began to rub it. My
fingers pinched the erect nipple as they worked gentle circles around it.
Suddenly I removed my face from her pussy and sank it back in, gripping her
clit again with my lips, sucking on it like a lollipop. As I did so, her body
tensed, and she started bucking rhythmically against me, humping my face. Her
yelps became cries and then screams as she pressed her vagina into my chin.
Like before, I grabbed the bottom of her legs with each hand and thrust my
tongue back between her lips, away from her clit--I knew that she was on the
verge of an orgasm.
Mayra bucked one final, amazing time as her entire body went rigid. She let out
a piercing howl; every muscle in her body shuddered. Her thighs clamped against
my head, and she shot her warm, sweet juice into my mouth and all over my face.
For an eternity she tightened around me, smothering me in her sex. I was
beginning to run out of air when she finally let me go.
I stood up and looked at Mayra's face. Her eyes were practically rolled into
the back of her head, and she wore a dumb, drunken smile. I pecked her on the
mouth, bringing her to her senses.
"Oh...oh God," she moaned. "I've never felt anything like that before--ever."
And she kissed me like an animal, her tongue lapping the juice from my face.
Wanting nothing more than to hump her into oblivion, I swiftly removed my pants
and underwear, which already had several wet spots on them. Without moving my
mouth from hers, I picked her up, feeling her soft, moist body against mine,
against my naked erection, and I carried her into the living room. Breaking my
lips from hers, I tossed her playfully onto the couch.
I had every intention of mounting her right then and there--instead, she
grabbed me by the arms and stood up. "Sit," she ordered, and I did so.
Understanding that she would probably be mounting me, I thrust my pelvis--and
my penis--upwards. My dick had never been so hard in all my life, and, right
now, it craved only one thing. This time it was my turn to yelp as Mayra knelt
on the couch, her knees on either side of my legs, her crotch right above mine,
and grabbed my cock. In response I gasped and grabbed her sweet, naked ass. She
guided herself around me, and my penis slipped right into her vagina, which
felt exquisite--warm, tight, and wet. Her body began moving up and down, and we
both rocked in perfect counterpoint to each other.
Slowly, at first--I felt nothing in the universe at that moment except her. I
was, at the time, amazed at how perfectly controlled we were. Neither of us
acted selfishly or eagerly; we each sought only to please the other. Without
thought I rubbed Mayra's hips and her back. She was so smooth, so wonderful. My
penis inside her, I tasted her lips again, and we began to move a bit more
urgently. While my left hand continued to rub against her hips, my right hand
leapt to her breasts. I cupped her left breast in my hand, pinching and rubbing
the horny nipple as I had before--but, this time, a bit less gently. Our
self-control, of course, was short-lived.
Soon Mayra and I were humping each other with some force, and I knew I couldn't
last much longer. Again, she began to cry out involuntarily, even as our lips
were together--by now my lust completely controlled my body, and I was giving
new meaning to the word "fuck." I fucked the living shit out of Mayra. Her
naked flesh bounced over me; her breasts slapped my chest; her ass slapped my
balls. She pulled her mouth away from mine. Barely able to control her body,
she shrieked and bucked wildly against me--I lifted myself up and embraced her,
holding onto her more tightly than before, pressing as much of myself to her as
possible. She began trembling, and I strained to outlast her, to give her one
final, brilliant orgasm--
And she came, spasming wildly against me. The walls of her vagina tensed around
my penis, squeezing it, gripping it, milking it for all it was worth. And I
fell over the edge, too--hot cum shot from my dick into Mayra as I surrendered
to my own violent orgasm. I thrust myself into her as we both quaked, and I
filled her beautiful, glistening Mexican body with my seed--once, twice, three
times. It seemed as though I couldn't stop cumming.
But, finally, it was over. Mayra collapsed on top of me and we hugged, holding
each other, gasping for air. We were entangled with each other, her legs and
arms wrapped around me, our hearts beating in tandem. We breathed, and we
breathed, and we breathed, entwined with one another, my penis inside of her,
her face nuzzled against my neck. I squeezed her, kissed her sweetly on the
cheek, and whispered, "I love you."
She kissed my neck and replied, "I love you."