That first “date” with Anna was indicative of the next month or two.
She asked me point blank at the end of that first night if I’d “mind coming back so she could enjoy me during her weekly TV night?”
It wasn’t elegant but it was charming.
*
So I showed up every Thursday.
She’d give me a little kiss on the cheek, lead me by the hand to her room. Strip my clothes off slowly and gently as soon as the door was closed and point to the bed.
Then she’d use me as a pillow and a lollipop.
She’d eat two or three loads of my cum, and at some point we’d order a pizza and she’d eat at two or three pieces of that.
Her gentle smiles were beautiful.
The entire arrangement was simple and beautiful.
One day I decided to not even say a word – and outside ordering the pizza neither did she. But I enjoyed it every bit as much as all the times before and times that would come after. The experience seemed to be the same for her.
*
One day I came home from class to find a message from Anna waiting on my answering machine.
This was a welcome but confusing first.
She simply said, “Today is my birthday. I was hoping you might not mind coming over one extra night this week, tonight. Please just let me know.”
*
I dressed up in a suit. It was a special occasion. In the worst case I expected she’d just be throwing my clothes on the floor. But I hoped this little gesture would show I appreciated her and not just her mouth, though I realized that distinction probably would be hard for anyone to draw.
When I arrived she answered the door in a beautiful green dress. Maybe she’d read my mind about dressing up? It was quite nice either way.
I got the same kiss on the cheek, and as usual she lead me to her room.
*
The room was candle lit this time.
She closed the door as always but when she she turned back to me her smile was different somehow. It had a hard edge. It was a type of sexy I’d never seen her project before.
There was nothing relaxed in what she did next.
She dropped to her knees.
She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and freed my balls, but left my pants on.
My cock was hard before she even pulled it out, she started licking from my balls all the way up its length to the tip, like a cat, and repeating.
I looked down and her eyes were closed. A look of ecstasy washed over what of her face I could see.
Her hands were missing, obscured from view but seemingly down between her legs, her skirt moved, her hands must be below it.
*
I’d tried a few times to return the favour to her in our earlier encounters, but she’d just shook her head no each time. I’d even watched the dampness grow on cotton panties one time, literally seeing her arousal but it had never been addressed.
She was addressing it now for herself, and the moaning she started to do on my cock was evidence of that. As she licked and kissing my bobbing shaft her panting increased, there were small moans.
All at once, when I thought she was about to cum she jumped to her feet and kissed me deeply, passionately on the lips. We’d never really done that before and her lips felt almost as good on mine as they always felt on my cock.
She put her hands on my chest and walked me backward as she kissed me, eventually pushing me back onto the bed.
I had no time to adjust myself, almost as soon as I was down and disengaged from her she quickly climbed onto the bed, and crawled up to my face.
She hiked up her skirt and I saw no panties and saw her little shaven pussy for the first time, it was glistening.
*
She straddled my face, facing the wall. Her knees my ear muffs. Her feet on my chest.
She lowered that little pussy to my mouth and I was so happy to return to her all the pleasure she’d given me. I pushed my tongue up between her folds and she tasted sweeter than any girl before or since.
She ground her Pussy on my face and mouth. She road me toward her own orgasm. She held her hands on the wall up above, I could see flashes or her sexy smile when her bouncing tits and wild hair didn’t block the view.
I gave up on trying to do anything for her explicitly, she was too wild for it to matter. She was using my face for her pleasure and I swear even a single touch on my cock and I would have burst myself.
Then she leaned back, no, threw herself backward, her hands behind her to break her fall. She slid her knees slightly forward and apart – the result was her pussy spreading itself before my mouth and before my eyes like a beautiful flower. And now I could see her eyes looking directly into mine from the background.
I thrust my tongue full into her slightly gaping hole now. Pushed it in as far as I could and I tried to flick it inside. Her eyes looked like they were melting.
My hands were on her hips now as I happily gave her my mouth as she’d so often given me hers. I wanted her orgasm.
She brought one of her hands up, and her small little finger joined me in her pleasure – it started beating back and forth on her clit.
And she started saying, almost chanting, my name between her grunts and moans.
She came and she screamed like I didn’t think she was capable of…
*
She proceeded to flip herself over on top me, to 69, but my orgasm was immediate and more intense than any other I remember. And as always it seemed to make her happy. She lapped it up, swallower it down, she took everything I had to give as she always did.
*
When it was over there was nothing more.
She helped me to my feet. She gently put my spent cock back in my pants and tucked me away and zipped my pants back up.
She kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “Best Birthday Present Ever.”
And I didn’t know if I should laugh.
Then she said to me, “and if you don’t mind, maybe we could make it three times, just this week, and you could come back tomorrow?”
I beamed. My mind filled with possibilities of what more tomorrow might bring.
In the end though I found out it was just more of the same old: I was her pillow and lolly… Only difference was she watched the video she made of our birthday encounter instead of some random sitcom.
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