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The Hardest Test	By : NMI Category: 1 through F > Family Matters Views: 4547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Family Matters, nor the characters or stories from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All sexualized characters are eighteen ears of age or older as this story takes place.

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Content Warning: Graphic sex. Strong language.
He kissed her lips and then he began to kiss his way down her body. He left a trail of sweet, sloppy kisses down her neck, between her breasts, and passed her stomach. His lips landed at the edge of her panties and he licked across the line where her thong met her skin.
            “Oooooooohhhhhh.” She moaned loudly, bucking her hips again.
            As his teeth grazed her skin, she shivered.  His teeth gripped her panties and he pulled them off with his mouth, exposing her beautiful entrance to him for the first time.  He had seen her naked before, but when she stood in the shower, he just caught a glimpse of her mound.  Now, as her legs were spread wide before him, he could see every detail of her perfect flower opening up to him.  She glistened for him and he could tell that her lips were inflamed.  As the air hit her sensitive, hairless skin, he could see her body contract.  Feeling a sudden urge to protect her perfection from the cool night air, his hand reached out to cover her.  He just placed his hand over her and held it there for a moment, still not giving her what she really wanted.
            “Steeeeve,” she whined.  “Steve, please.”
            She wiggled against his hand and he could feel her juices rubbing off on him.  He licked his lips as he imagined those very juices being rubbed vigorously against his face.  He released a low moan, “Laaaaaaauraaaaa.”
            “Pleeeeease,” she whined again.
            Seeing her lying there begging him, he felt a little guilty.  He was practically torturing the love of his life.  Sure, she was enjoying it, but she deserved his touch as much as he wanted to give it to her.  “I love you, Laura,” he whispered as he thrust two fingers inside her.  They slipped in with little resistance and he buried them as deeply as he could.  He felt her walls pulse around him and heard her loud gasp.
            Laura couldn’t believe how good his fingers felt inside her.  He wasn’t moving them; he just let them sit inside her.  She’d never touched herself like this before and she needed the time to adjust to having something inside her at all.  Before tonight, she’d only ever felt a tampon.
            Steve couldn’t believe how tight she was.  He was suddenly concerned that he wouldn’t be able to fit inside of her.  He certainly had some work to do beforehand.  “Laura, open your eyes,” he commanded softly.
            She opened her eyes again and stared at him.  She felt a little embarrassed as she realized she was looking Steve Urkel in the eyes with his fingers deep inside her.
            He saw the change in her expression and he leaned forward to kiss her.  He shoved his tongue forcefully in her mouth and swirled it around.  She tried to close her legs against his hand to prevent his escape as she felt his fingers being drawn out of her.  He broke the kiss and whispered, “Laura, don’t worry.  I just want to stretch you out a bit.”
            “Will it hurt?” she asked, disappointed that she felt so vulnerable with him.
            “I won’t let it, Sweetums,” he promised.  He slowly started to pump his fingers in and out of her.  As he did, she felt a warmth come over her stomach and she started to breathe more heavily.
            “Mmmmm.  Steeeeeeve.”
            As his fingers worked her tightness, she began to move her hips with him.  He stared down at her, thrilled to see her writhe like that for him.  He stared at her chest as her breasts bounced with each thrust of her hips.  He glanced back up to see her eyes closed again, her face a mix of lust and joy.  He looked at his fingers as they pumped in and out of her.  He could see her essence all over his soaked digits.  He wanted so badly to taste her.  Suddenly pulling his fingers from her, he thrust them in his mouth and moaned.  “Mmmmmmmm…”  He sucked and licked his fingers, making sure not to miss a drop of her deliciousness.
            Laura’s eyes opened when she felt his fingers leave her.  Her eyes met his and she blushed as she heard him moan at the taste of her juices.
            When his fingers were clean, he leaned back down to kiss her.  She recoiled and turned her head.  “What’s wrong, my pet?” he asked, unsure how he could have upset her.
            “I-I’m not sure I want to kiss you after…” she looked at his moist lips and wondered how much of that shine was his own and how much was her.
            He chuckled a little and caressed her face.  “Oh, Laura, why not?  You taste delicious, I promise.”
            She squirmed a little uncomfortably, “Steve…”
            His brow furrowed, “You’re serious?”
            “Well, yeah, Steve.  It’s kinda gross.”
            “No, it’s not, Sweetums.  I love you and I’m attracted to you, so I think you taste amazing.  When you taste yourself on my lips, it may be a little weird, at first, Laura, but this whole thing is a little weird if you think about it too much.  Just kiss me!”
            “Steve, –” her complaint was interrupted by a deep kiss.  She cringed as she tasted an odd tang on his lips, but as he continued to kiss her and as he started to touch her again, her concerns faded.
            Moments later, he pulled away apologetically, “I’m sorry.  I should have waited for your ok, but –”
            “That’s ok, Steve.  You were right.  I was overthinking it.”  She reached out rubbed her thumb against his lip.  “Will you please touch me again, baby?  You still haven’t played with my clit.”  She found herself becoming braver with her words and her requests.
            He noticed the change and grinned wickedly.  “I’ll do you one better.”  He kissed her lips and trailed kisses down her body until his face was between her shapely thighs.  He kissed each leg and growled up to her, “Spread them further, pet.”  He noticed her muscles quivering as she complied.  He had every intention of making her body shake much harder.
He kissed his way up her thigh and put his fingers back inside her.  Just as she began to believe that was all he planned to do, she jumped as she felt his hard, wet tongue on her clit.  “Oow!” she yelped as his tongue hit her spot too directly.
            He could easily tell the difference between her cries of pleasure and cries of pain.  She was relieved when he immediately pulled away.  “Laura, what’s wrong, Sweetheart?  Did I hurt you?”
            She took a moment to breathe before answering.  “Um.  That part’s too sensitive, Steve.  Can you start by just... like… licking around it?”
            His face grew hot with embarrassment.  “Oh.  Of course!  I’m sooooo sorry, Sweetums.  I didn’t know…”
            She could hear a sincere apology and deep concern in his voice.  “No, it’s ok.  I’m fine.  I just… You need to go a little slower.”
            “I’m so sorry.”
            “Don’t be.  We’re both learning tonight, Steve.  Please, don’t worry about it.”  She knew that Steve could be hard on himself, a lot of which was likely due to the way she had treated him for most of their lives.  She didn’t want him to feel guilty about a little accident like that.  She knew that she had to reassure him further or he’d stop taking any risks with her tonight.
            He stared up at her terrified to continue.  The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
            “Hey, relax.  You’re doing great,” she said as sweetly as she could.  Reaching down to push on the back of his head slightly, she let her voice grow low and breathy with lust.  “Please, Steve.  I want you to eat my pussy.”
            Ohhh, that word… Hearing his sweet Laura use such a bad word made his manhood twitch again.  He was never one to ignore a request from Laura Winslow, so he licked his lips to wet them.  He started to finger her again as he covered her mound in sweet, wet kisses.
            She closed her eyes and enjoyed his affection.  He was too sweet.  She knew so many girls who had to beg their boyfriends to do this for them, and Steve would beg her for the opportunity if she had the strength to make him.  He deserved a little reward.
            “Mmmm, Steve,” she purred, knowing her voice would drive him wild.  “Steeeeeeve Urkel, don’t stop.”  She imagined hearing her moan his full name would fulfill an old fantasy and she was absolutely right.
            When he switched from kisses to gentle licks, on her lips, far from her sensitive button, her moans became far more sincere.
            “Oh.  Ohhhh.  Steeeeeeve,” she giggled.
            Her hand found the back of his head again and she pushed and stroked it encouragingly.  A few minutes later, his tongue found its way back to her clitoris.  He licked gently around it, and she shivered.  She was ready for him this time.  She could feel it, but she was happy to let him tease her first.  His tongue circled her clit over and over.  Her thighs began to close around his head.
            “Ooooo…  Steve, that’s it.  That feels sooooo good.  Ohhhhhh…”
            He loved when she said his name like that.  As her thighs began to tighten around his head, he was beginning to feel a little claustrophobic.  His face was trapped in her womanhood, and for the life of him, he couldn’t think of a way he’d rather die than her forcing his head down, smothering him with her sacred center.  He hungrily licked around her, wanting badly to suck on her button to make her yell for him.  He was patient.  He teased.  He prepared her.  Then when he knew he couldn’t wait another moment, he flattened his tongue directly on her sweet spot.  This time, licking with a flat, soft tongue, he let her have more control and rock her hips against his face.  His preparation paid off because she didn’t yelp, but melted for him.
            “Unnggghhhhh…” she mewled inarticulately.
            He laughed, again with his snort, because her reaction was so real and completely for him.  He laughed a little harder and had to pull away.
            She pouted when his tongue left her, though his fingers continued their labors.  “Why are you laughing?” she said breathlessly, a little concerned that he was laughing at her.
            “Heh heh heh, snort!” He laughed harder.
            “Steve!” she scolded, kicking him gently.
            “I’m sorry, Sweetums,” he said, still laughing hard, removing his fingers from her.  “It’s just… I heard that incredible sound you made and I thought to myself, ‘Laura Winslow once made me eat Play-Doh and now she’s letting me eat her!’” he laughed and snorted again.
            Laura gaped at him.  What is wrong with him?
            He noticed her reaction and narrowed his eyes at her.  “Oh, c’mon, Sweetums.  Think about it,” he said, his lips glistening with her sweetness.
            She stared for another moment, and then she giggled, softly.  He started to laugh again, too.  Slowly, their laughs spurred each other on until they were both in tears.  When they finally stopped laughing, she looked at him with a huge grin, “Oh, my God, Steve.  How did we get here?”
            “I have been dreaming of this night my whole life, and Sweet Pea, I haven’t got a clue!”
            His hand landed on her thigh, and he stroked it innocently, just enjoying her smooth, hairless skin and the sight of her bodacious bod.
            She inhaled deeply as he petted her gently.
            “I love you, Laura.  I know you don’t love me back, at least not yet, but I am so madly in love with you…”
            She spread her legs wide again, hoping that he’d get back to what he was doing, instead of laying on a guilt trip.
            “I just want you to know, Sweetums, that no matter what happens after this, I will always treasure tonight.  Thank you so much for this.”
            God, what do you say to that? she thought.  You’re welcome?
            She opened her mouth to speak, but he interrupted quickly, “Don’t say anything… please.”  He pecked her on the lips and then quickly resumed his mission.  He wanted to make her come before he let himself lose control.
He licked and touched her clitoris and her opening for what felt like forever.  She writhed in ecstasy, but she didn’t really get anywhere.  It was so much easier in her dreams.  She knew what he was waiting for, but after a good half-hour more, she was about ready to give up.  You can’t say he didn’t try.
“Steve?” she said, pushing his head away from her.  “Isn’t your tongue getting sore?”  She hoped to keep the mood light, so he wouldn’t feel like he failed.  What girl can come the first time, anyway?  She didn’t want him to feel bad.
He dramatically stretched his tongue and wiggled his neck and jaw.  He turned back to her, “Not at all, pet.  It’s a good workout, and it sure beats Pilates,” he joked with his eyebrows wiggling.
She laughed, “You can stop, Steve.  C’mon, it’s your turn.”  She started to sit up, but he jumped her and pinned her body back down.
“Not so fast, my little minx.  You’re not getting off that easy,” he said, and they both snickered at his double entendre.  He looked at her seriously, with a deep adoration in his eyes.  “I don’t want to stop until you finish, Laura.  I’m not going to be able to get you there any other way, at least not the first time.  Please, I want you to climax.”
She looked back at him, appreciating his commitment, but also completely ready to move on.  She loved the feeling of his mouth on her, but it was starting to frustrate her.  Orgasm or not, she could tell her body was ready for him.  She wanted to feel him.  “Steve, most women don’t finish the first time,” she reasoned.  “Most women don’t finish the second time.  Lots of women need way more experience before they figure out what their bodies need.  It’s not you, Steve.  I just don’t know how to do it.”
“It’s not fair, Laura.  I want you to–”

“I know,” she interrupted.  She stroked his face, feeling his moist chin, “And I so appreciate the effort, Steve.  That felt really good and you are so generous.  Most guys rush right to the main event, but you took the time to really get me ready.  I’m ready, Steve.  I don’t want to wait any longer.  Let’s make love.”
To be continued...
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