I live on the east coast now. Closer to you. I hope to just get lost driving one day only to end up three hours away and much farther from home. “Can I just sleep on your couch? I promise you won’t even see me in the morning.” I can hear the concern for my safety and the chiding followed by a whole hearted yes. The sun had already set for the day so by the time I get there, it was late.
Meet your roommates, shower, settle down. It would start of as always, us just talking. My bare legs draped over you, my body curled into your side as the effects of the few celebratory shots set in. The bottoms of my thigh are resting over top of your thighs, the thin fabric of my shirt not stopping the soft press of my breasts when you nudge into them. You’ve seen most of my body before, bikini clad summers from the times we went to the beach in high school.
But, we’re just talking right? Nothing wrong with that. With our history, I hope that my body rested against yours makes you at least a little hard on a tipsy late night. I know you like what you see, you’ve probably thought of me like that before. Wether it was with your cock in hand or trying to understand how a guy could finish from eating me out, I know you’ve thought of it before. You know I’ve thought of you before. Think of you enough to write out my fantasies with you.
The conversation between us starts to drift. The pleasant warmth between my legs turns into a heat, too tipsy to realize my hot pulse is sat right against your thigh. You’re asking about the female orgasm, I can only answer with my experience, my orgasm. You’d fly to close for your timid liking and veer the conversation closer to how to give one. “I’m sure you can find the clit,” I jokingly throw out. “You’re attentive and careful. All you really have to do is pay attention and you are the most detail oriented person I know.”
“Even if I find the clit how will I when she’s done?”
“If you’re touching her you’ll know she’s done, no matter how quiet she is you’ll feel it.”
“What does it feel like?”
A moment of silence passes and I shift my weight. “Like inside? Or how I feel when I … finish?”
“The first one? Both?” Your words were unraveling, you’re playing it off but, your nerve and excitement are exploding.
“Do you want to find out?” I say it in same tone I always do when I ‘flirt’ with you but, you can’t hear the joke this time. You look down to me and look for an answer. *Oh shit she’s serious*.
“You’d let me?” Would be the first thing you’d ask after the silence.
“Of course I’d let you.” I’d lean my legs more into your body, the thin fabric covering the radiating heat from my crotch only made the warmth more pleasant and all the more frustrating.
“You know it’s probably going to be bad, right?” You say bracing for the worst but, from watching, feeling how excited I was by just talking about it. You take the chance.
“Bryan, you’re eating me out there’s no way it’s not good,” I whisper in his ear. You lean in and kiss me, hard. The first kiss ridged and nervous before you break away. I immediately place my fingers against your jaw pulling you towards me. You push my legs apart to make room for your body. I wish you could feel the immediate reaction I felt from it. You’re right on top of me. You can see and feel all of me. My long dark hair laid out behind me, looking up at you, glancing at the bulge in your pants.
“We should have talked about what we wanted to do first,” I’d laugh a little my eyes more focused more on the strings hanging against the imprint of your hard cock.
“You first,” you’d immediately respond. “This won’t last as long as I want it if I went first.”
“Okay,” I feel you relax back down onto me, you hard on press against the insides of your sweatpants rubbing against my shorts. We’re kissing again and you’re exploring me. Your fingers brush at my sides, your palms against my abdomen, pushing up cupping my tits. It’s late. You’re impatient. We’re both overwhelmingly horny. Breathy kisses and soft pants unraveling each other, all the years of occasionally jacking off to each other finally catching up.
I can feel your lips start trailing downwards the hot breath down my neck as you start pushing my shirt up. I take it off and you do the same. You get your first moan from me around here. I’d feel your smile against my throat before fully grasping at my bare chest. Your fingers go lower and the warmth burns into my skin as I anticipate for you to finally touch me. It’s soft and tentative, gently cupping all of me and applying pressure. You’ll hear my sharp intake of breath and the rhythmic throbbing of my pulse against your hand.
“Damn,” I can hear you ask, “Is that what you meant?”
I manage to get out a yes, I hope you hear the neediness in my struggling composure. “Take them off, please,” my voice comes out as a whimper, “I want you to feel me cum.” You slide to your knees, my shorts and panties slip off with them as you feverishly kiss down my stomach. My legs slid open and you pull me towards you, guiding my legs up so my pussy is fully on display for you.
“You’re so wet.” I cover my face in embarrassment.
“Come here.” I’m craving to kiss you, I want to feel your body against mine. The kiss didn’t last long before you were down between my legs again. Kissing and caressing at my thighs while you fingers teased my wet slit. I was right, you did find my clit. It was already pink and throbbing. Your tongue reaches out to lick ever so slightly only to watch my chest heave and my hips squirm under your grip. From there you didn’t hold back. Can you hear me say your name? My fingers are raking through your hair as you latch onto my clit.
“Inside,” I try to instruct you in an attempt to slow how close I already was to finishing. You part my lips and gently press the tips of your finger on the opening of my pussy. Now this part you’ve seen before, I’m sure you’ve even thought about it later. Fingers in my mouth, my tongue swirling against them so they’re wet, ready for you feel. I feel your finger enter me, your other hand rested on my side. You could feel me breath in and out with your first few movements, getting used your fingers. You add another and start with slow pace in and out, your knuckles curling ever so slightly. My whimpers start turning to moans and my breath starts to shake.
“Wait,” I manage to say before you edge me too close. “Do you want to,” I’m panting and take a moment. “Do you want to feel me cum while you’re inside me?” I can see your mind racing. You’re nervous so I keep talking. “You know I can’t get pregnant but, we also don’t have to if you’re not ready.” I was already pretty close and from the look of the wet stain on your sweatpants so were you. Once you agreed the motion was pretty instant, you get up turn me over, and plunge into me for the first time.
You feel how wet and warm I am against you. I clench hard and you nearly topple on me. “Fuck I haven’t even moved and you’re gonna make me cum,” you heave.
“You’re not going to cum until I do,” I instruct. My fingers are warming up against my clit and you slowly start to adjust to the feeling of my pussy. We try our best to last but, the moment my throbbing turned to convulsions you lost it. With one last thrust you fill me your cum as we both ride out our orgasms. You lay with your head in my chest after we kiss one last time, “thanks for answering my question.”
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