Andrea
About six years ago, I'd met (on the Internet, believe it or not) a young woman named Andrea. I was dating someone else at the time, but Andrea and I agreed to meet at a bar, along with a group of my friends. Now, Andrea had emailed me a photo of herself, though she protested that it was a dated shot, taken when she was 22. She was then 24. Indeed it was. When she came into the bar, she looked like the picture. Tall at about 5' 10", large‑breasted, blue eyes, and long, straight blonde hair. Facially, she looked very like actress Ellen Barkin, minus about fifteen or so years ‑‑ in other words, pretty damn good‑looking. Then she opened her mouth to say hello. She wore metal brackets top and bottom, and was not shy about showing them. She smiled a lot, and was clearly unashamed of her mouth full of shiny metal. The entire night I tried desperately to keep looking into her eyes, and tried not to let my gaze stray too often to the silver that flashed in her mouth. I didn't want her (or my girlfriend of the time, who was there) to suspect a thing about my attraction to braced women. I knew, of course, that I had to see her again. She and I actually hit it off quite nicely, and found we had several common interests, including music, some sports, and playing darts.
After a few more times hanging out in bars seeing cover bands with our group of friends, Andrea and I decided we should get together and throw some darts at a local pub. Andrea and I lived about 40 minutes apart, so we started meeting at a pub about halfway between us. It was a friendly place, out of the way, but with good beer and plenty of dart boards. This became a regular hangout for us, and we'd meet about once a week for a couple of beers and three or four games of darts. My girlfriend hated darts and didn't think much of Andrea, so she never joined us. I assume she thought I wouldn't be attracted to Andrea, because of the braces ‑‑ I must have feigned disinterest in her metal mouth quite well! This went on for a couple of months, and sometimes I'd notice some little alteration to Andrea's braces ‑‑ a twist in the archwire here, an added spring there, etc.
As it happened, we stayed at the bar pretty late one night. A league of dart players was there, and we had to wait a long time to get a board. This was no problem, since I was able to sit at a table with Andrea and talk, her silver brackets flashing in the light. This week, she'd just been ordered to start wearing two elastics pretty much all day, and I could catch occasional glimpses of them when she laughed or smiled. Finally, we got to throw, and while we were playing, I noticed that one of the league players had left his darts behind. Well, actually, he'd gotten so drunk that he literally crawled out of the bar and into a waiting friend's car. I decided that such a drunken fool didn't deserve such a fine set of darts, so I discretely scooped them up. Unfortunately, the hinge to the case containing the darts was broken, and it kept flopping open. As the night wound down, and the drunk never came back to retrieve his darts, I hit on a plan to keep the darts secured in the broken case.
"Andrea, I need a couple of elastics."
"Huh?" she said.
"From your, ah, braces. The elastic bands. Do you have some extras in your purse?"
"Why?"
"For the dart case. Look. It's broken at the hinge."
"Oh," she grinned, "I only have the ones I'm wearing." She glanced at her watch. "Damn! Well, I guess I've been wearing them long enough." She slid a finger into her mouth and popped the elastics off her braces. Extending her hand, she offered them to me. "They're a little wet. Sorry."
I accepted them gratefully, aware of a stir of arousal as she dropped the elastics into my hand. Elastics that had, just moments before, been in her mouth and wrapped tightly around her braces, exerting pressure on her teeth. I stretched the elastics around the dart case. I was faintly surprised they didn't snap. It made me wonder how wide Andrea could open her mouth when she had her elastics in. I quickly dismissed the thought, since we were parting ways for the evening, she to drive twenty miles west, and I to drive the same distance east.
"Well, thanks for a good time, Andrea. Maybe next time I'll win."
"Sure. Hey! Do you want to come to my place? I've got some beer in the fridge."
I glanced at my watch. I didn't have to work the next day. What the hell
"Yeah, that sounds like fun. I'll follow you."
I drove the twenty miles west, not thinking much of it. Andrea had a cool studio apartment situated over a deli. It was very quiet at night. We drank a few beers and talked pretty late into the night. Andrea was a very intelligent woman, and could carry on conversation on just about any level. I, of course, didn't mind long conversations, since I could steal glances at her braces. She had to work the next day, but didn't seem concerned about it. By the time 2:00 am rolled around, we were both pretty tired. I was also clearly in no shape to drive, after more beers than I care to admit. I asked if I could crash on the couch.
"Sure," she replied as she moved to the bed area of the small studio, "Help yourself."
She fished in a drawer and removed a T‑shirt and sweatpants.
"Or you can just jump in bed with me. The bed's big enough for two."
And it was. Queen sized.
"You don't mind?"
"Nah. That couch will kill you by morning," she said as she blew past me on the way to the bathroom. She began to brush her teeth with the door open.
"Hey, ummm, do you have an extra toothbrush?" I asked.
Andrea spit toothpaste and grinned at me. "I have braces, remember?" Like I could forget. "Of course I have extra toothbrushes!"
She gave me a toothbrush, and I brushed my teeth. When I returned to the bedroom area of the apartment, Andrea was already in bed, under the blankets, and politely ceding one side to me. I undressed to my boxers and T‑shirt and slid under the blankets. Andrea laid her head on my left shoulder. I was uncertain, and lay paralyzed by indecision for a few minutes. I did have a girlfriend but I had a mouth full of shiny metal literally inches from my face. I turned my head and gently kissed Andrea's lips, not hard enough to push them against her braces, just a very soft kiss. She started awake; she'd already drifted off to sleep.
"Oh," she said. "I didn't think you were interested."
I kissed her again, harder this time. She responded briskly, opening her mouth. The tips of our tongues touched tentatively, then forcefully. My hand stole to her cheek, then slid around to the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. My tongue roamed her mouth, feeling her tongue, the edges of her top teeth, and finally sweeping quickly past the brackets on her lower teeth. My tongue didn't linger on the brackets, but returned to the other parts of her mouth; I was still afraid my secret obsession with her braces would be revealed. Our kiss finally broke apart, and we came up for air. My hand remained on Andrea's cheek. She lay with her head on its side, mouth slightly agape. Her face was illuminated by a streetlight that shone though a window above the bed's headboard. I could see the silver brackets on her upper teeth, and the archwire that connected them. Almost by its own volition, my hand caressed her cheek, and slid slowly around to her lips. She turned her head just a little, and wrapped her lips around my index finger. Drawing my finger into her mouth, she began to suck it gently, just as she'd suck when giving oral sex. I could resist no longer. I pulled my finger from her mouth, and she smiled at me, the streetlight glinting off the stainless steel in her mouth. I began to run my finger over her braces. She smiled wider, giving me more metal to touch. I followed her archwire, feeling every bracket from the bands around her molars, over the posts on her canines that supported the elastics, across the front teeth and again to the molars. After I'd completed this exploration of her upper braces, she ran her tongue over them.
"Mmmmm," she said.
"What do you think? About your braces?" I asked, a little nervously.
"Yeah," she said. "You're the first guy I've kissed since I got them. I was wondering how it would work out"
It was time for an admission. "I think they're sexy, actually."
"Good."
She smiled broadly again, and turned her head toward my hand. She ran her tongue over her lower braces, encouraging me to touch them, too. My finger moved again to her mouth, this time running gently across her bottom teeth. Her lower teeth we more crooked than her upper, and the brackets there felt less organized, sharper‑edged and almost jagged. Again, I ran the finger from her molars, across the crowded front teeth, feeling every bend in the archwire, and each bracket sitting at a slightly odd angle. Finally, I pulled my finger back, and returned to kissing her. My tongue darted into her mouth, more aggressively this time, and she responded in kind. This time, I was felt like I had free reign, and my tongue climbed over her braces and the jagged brackets affixed to her crowded lower incisors, around to the posts on her canines, and flicking at the straighter brackets on her upper incisors. She objected to none of it; in fact, it seemed like she rather enjoyed the attention I gave her braces. As we kissed, her hand moved down to my boxers, where she felt how hard I'd become. My own hand left her cheek, as my tongue continued its exploration of the metal in her mouth, and fell to her breasts. The kiss and and my tongue feeling her braces ‑‑ continued as she rolled me onto my back and began to dry hump me. My hands went under the oversized T‑shirt she wore and began to caress her breasts. Our kiss broke, and she straightened herself, still grinding against me. She slid the T‑shirt off and smiled down at me, her braces reflecting the light that poured in the window.
She leaned toward the edge of the bed, reaching for something on her night table. The thought flashed through my mind that perhaps she was reaching for headgear. She'd never mentioned wearing headgear, but a spark of hope made me think that perhaps she kept it secret. Emboldened by her apparent acceptance of my braces fetish, I asked, "What are you reaching for?"
She smiled. "Just need a sip of water." And then her hand was on the glass of water that sat on the night table. I wasn't exactly crestfallen, and I quickly steered the conversation back to braces.
"Oh." Then, in a gently teasing manner, I said, "I though you might be reaching for some other orthodontic appliance."
She drank some water, then said, "Nope. What you see it what you get. Just the braces and the elastics."
Braces and elastics were enough for me, though. I pulled her back down to me and kissed her breasts, the worked my way back up to her mouth, where my explorations continued. We went on like this for another half‑hour or so, and we both got pretty wound up. Things never did progress to sex, oral or otherwise. I think we both thought we might regret moving so quickly, especially since I did have a girlfriend at the time. Eventually, we fell asleep.
I awoke at about six, with the first bit of daylight creeping in the window. Andrea still slept, her mouth open just enough so I could sneak a last peek at her metal. I dressed quietly and slipped out the door. The night was never to be repeated. Andrea soon met a guy, Phil, and they began dating pretty seriously. Phil was a great guy, and turned out to be the brother of one of my friends. Anyway, as these things often go, Andrea and I drifted apart, seeing each other only at parties thrown by our mutual friends. The last time I saw her was at a birthday party in a bar, and then only from a distance. I could make out a glint of silver from across the room, but it looked like she'd finished her time in braces, and was only wearing a retainer. I later heard that Andrea and Phil got married. I'm glad for her. I got married, too, though not to the girl I was dating when I had my "braces fling" with Andrea. My wife is beautiful, but (unfortunately for me) her teeth are practically perfect and she has no need for braces. Maybe one day I'll work up the courage to ask her to wear fake braces. But until then, I'll just have to think back to that night with Andrea, the only "brace face" I ever kissed.
After a few more times hanging out in bars seeing cover bands with our group of friends, Andrea and I decided we should get together and throw some darts at a local pub. Andrea and I lived about 40 minutes apart, so we started meeting at a pub about halfway between us. It was a friendly place, out of the way, but with good beer and plenty of dart boards. This became a regular hangout for us, and we'd meet about once a week for a couple of beers and three or four games of darts. My girlfriend hated darts and didn't think much of Andrea, so she never joined us. I assume she thought I wouldn't be attracted to Andrea, because of the braces ‑‑ I must have feigned disinterest in her metal mouth quite well! This went on for a couple of months, and sometimes I'd notice some little alteration to Andrea's braces ‑‑ a twist in the archwire here, an added spring there, etc.
As it happened, we stayed at the bar pretty late one night. A league of dart players was there, and we had to wait a long time to get a board. This was no problem, since I was able to sit at a table with Andrea and talk, her silver brackets flashing in the light. This week, she'd just been ordered to start wearing two elastics pretty much all day, and I could catch occasional glimpses of them when she laughed or smiled. Finally, we got to throw, and while we were playing, I noticed that one of the league players had left his darts behind. Well, actually, he'd gotten so drunk that he literally crawled out of the bar and into a waiting friend's car. I decided that such a drunken fool didn't deserve such a fine set of darts, so I discretely scooped them up. Unfortunately, the hinge to the case containing the darts was broken, and it kept flopping open. As the night wound down, and the drunk never came back to retrieve his darts, I hit on a plan to keep the darts secured in the broken case.
"Andrea, I need a couple of elastics."
"Huh?" she said.
"From your, ah, braces. The elastic bands. Do you have some extras in your purse?"
"Why?"
"For the dart case. Look. It's broken at the hinge."
"Oh," she grinned, "I only have the ones I'm wearing." She glanced at her watch. "Damn! Well, I guess I've been wearing them long enough." She slid a finger into her mouth and popped the elastics off her braces. Extending her hand, she offered them to me. "They're a little wet. Sorry."
I accepted them gratefully, aware of a stir of arousal as she dropped the elastics into my hand. Elastics that had, just moments before, been in her mouth and wrapped tightly around her braces, exerting pressure on her teeth. I stretched the elastics around the dart case. I was faintly surprised they didn't snap. It made me wonder how wide Andrea could open her mouth when she had her elastics in. I quickly dismissed the thought, since we were parting ways for the evening, she to drive twenty miles west, and I to drive the same distance east.
"Well, thanks for a good time, Andrea. Maybe next time I'll win."
"Sure. Hey! Do you want to come to my place? I've got some beer in the fridge."
I glanced at my watch. I didn't have to work the next day. What the hell
"Yeah, that sounds like fun. I'll follow you."
I drove the twenty miles west, not thinking much of it. Andrea had a cool studio apartment situated over a deli. It was very quiet at night. We drank a few beers and talked pretty late into the night. Andrea was a very intelligent woman, and could carry on conversation on just about any level. I, of course, didn't mind long conversations, since I could steal glances at her braces. She had to work the next day, but didn't seem concerned about it. By the time 2:00 am rolled around, we were both pretty tired. I was also clearly in no shape to drive, after more beers than I care to admit. I asked if I could crash on the couch.
"Sure," she replied as she moved to the bed area of the small studio, "Help yourself."
She fished in a drawer and removed a T‑shirt and sweatpants.
"Or you can just jump in bed with me. The bed's big enough for two."
And it was. Queen sized.
"You don't mind?"
"Nah. That couch will kill you by morning," she said as she blew past me on the way to the bathroom. She began to brush her teeth with the door open.
"Hey, ummm, do you have an extra toothbrush?" I asked.
Andrea spit toothpaste and grinned at me. "I have braces, remember?" Like I could forget. "Of course I have extra toothbrushes!"
She gave me a toothbrush, and I brushed my teeth. When I returned to the bedroom area of the apartment, Andrea was already in bed, under the blankets, and politely ceding one side to me. I undressed to my boxers and T‑shirt and slid under the blankets. Andrea laid her head on my left shoulder. I was uncertain, and lay paralyzed by indecision for a few minutes. I did have a girlfriend but I had a mouth full of shiny metal literally inches from my face. I turned my head and gently kissed Andrea's lips, not hard enough to push them against her braces, just a very soft kiss. She started awake; she'd already drifted off to sleep.
"Oh," she said. "I didn't think you were interested."
I kissed her again, harder this time. She responded briskly, opening her mouth. The tips of our tongues touched tentatively, then forcefully. My hand stole to her cheek, then slid around to the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. My tongue roamed her mouth, feeling her tongue, the edges of her top teeth, and finally sweeping quickly past the brackets on her lower teeth. My tongue didn't linger on the brackets, but returned to the other parts of her mouth; I was still afraid my secret obsession with her braces would be revealed. Our kiss finally broke apart, and we came up for air. My hand remained on Andrea's cheek. She lay with her head on its side, mouth slightly agape. Her face was illuminated by a streetlight that shone though a window above the bed's headboard. I could see the silver brackets on her upper teeth, and the archwire that connected them. Almost by its own volition, my hand caressed her cheek, and slid slowly around to her lips. She turned her head just a little, and wrapped her lips around my index finger. Drawing my finger into her mouth, she began to suck it gently, just as she'd suck when giving oral sex. I could resist no longer. I pulled my finger from her mouth, and she smiled at me, the streetlight glinting off the stainless steel in her mouth. I began to run my finger over her braces. She smiled wider, giving me more metal to touch. I followed her archwire, feeling every bracket from the bands around her molars, over the posts on her canines that supported the elastics, across the front teeth and again to the molars. After I'd completed this exploration of her upper braces, she ran her tongue over them.
"Mmmmm," she said.
"What do you think? About your braces?" I asked, a little nervously.
"Yeah," she said. "You're the first guy I've kissed since I got them. I was wondering how it would work out"
It was time for an admission. "I think they're sexy, actually."
"Good."
She smiled broadly again, and turned her head toward my hand. She ran her tongue over her lower braces, encouraging me to touch them, too. My finger moved again to her mouth, this time running gently across her bottom teeth. Her lower teeth we more crooked than her upper, and the brackets there felt less organized, sharper‑edged and almost jagged. Again, I ran the finger from her molars, across the crowded front teeth, feeling every bend in the archwire, and each bracket sitting at a slightly odd angle. Finally, I pulled my finger back, and returned to kissing her. My tongue darted into her mouth, more aggressively this time, and she responded in kind. This time, I was felt like I had free reign, and my tongue climbed over her braces and the jagged brackets affixed to her crowded lower incisors, around to the posts on her canines, and flicking at the straighter brackets on her upper incisors. She objected to none of it; in fact, it seemed like she rather enjoyed the attention I gave her braces. As we kissed, her hand moved down to my boxers, where she felt how hard I'd become. My own hand left her cheek, as my tongue continued its exploration of the metal in her mouth, and fell to her breasts. The kiss and and my tongue feeling her braces ‑‑ continued as she rolled me onto my back and began to dry hump me. My hands went under the oversized T‑shirt she wore and began to caress her breasts. Our kiss broke, and she straightened herself, still grinding against me. She slid the T‑shirt off and smiled down at me, her braces reflecting the light that poured in the window.
She leaned toward the edge of the bed, reaching for something on her night table. The thought flashed through my mind that perhaps she was reaching for headgear. She'd never mentioned wearing headgear, but a spark of hope made me think that perhaps she kept it secret. Emboldened by her apparent acceptance of my braces fetish, I asked, "What are you reaching for?"
She smiled. "Just need a sip of water." And then her hand was on the glass of water that sat on the night table. I wasn't exactly crestfallen, and I quickly steered the conversation back to braces.
"Oh." Then, in a gently teasing manner, I said, "I though you might be reaching for some other orthodontic appliance."
She drank some water, then said, "Nope. What you see it what you get. Just the braces and the elastics."
Braces and elastics were enough for me, though. I pulled her back down to me and kissed her breasts, the worked my way back up to her mouth, where my explorations continued. We went on like this for another half‑hour or so, and we both got pretty wound up. Things never did progress to sex, oral or otherwise. I think we both thought we might regret moving so quickly, especially since I did have a girlfriend at the time. Eventually, we fell asleep.
I awoke at about six, with the first bit of daylight creeping in the window. Andrea still slept, her mouth open just enough so I could sneak a last peek at her metal. I dressed quietly and slipped out the door. The night was never to be repeated. Andrea soon met a guy, Phil, and they began dating pretty seriously. Phil was a great guy, and turned out to be the brother of one of my friends. Anyway, as these things often go, Andrea and I drifted apart, seeing each other only at parties thrown by our mutual friends. The last time I saw her was at a birthday party in a bar, and then only from a distance. I could make out a glint of silver from across the room, but it looked like she'd finished her time in braces, and was only wearing a retainer. I later heard that Andrea and Phil got married. I'm glad for her. I got married, too, though not to the girl I was dating when I had my "braces fling" with Andrea. My wife is beautiful, but (unfortunately for me) her teeth are practically perfect and she has no need for braces. Maybe one day I'll work up the courage to ask her to wear fake braces. But until then, I'll just have to think back to that night with Andrea, the only "brace face" I ever kissed.