The taste of Her…

I didn’t know it was a thing or thought I was wrong for doing it until one day I did with my then bff.

So, about 20 years ago, I had this best friend, let’s call her Mandy.

Mandy was a true pawg. She had a big, juicy ass, she always wore fullback panties (which I have a thing for-thats another story) and perfect thighs.

She wasn’t fat, she was thick. She was built perfectly. We became best friends over night, literally. I was working on campus and she came into the office I worked needing help, we started talking, started laughing, and just clicked.

We would hang out at each other’s apartments all the time. She would sleep in my bed, I, in hers. It was just a cool relationship. We were not having sex or anything. We just got along great. Guys always wanted to date her but never asked or assumed that she was dating me. I was in a fraternity but the sorority girls never really bothered me because they thought I was involved with her. I mean, there were a few who didn’t care but for the most part, it was all cool.

One day, I was skipping class, playing videogames and she came over. Her long, blonde hair always drapped over me when next to me. She had theae blue eyes that were not Sharpe or piercing but noticeably blue.

It was something different in the air that day and that week. I was horny, but also more than horny. I was, I don’t know what you call it, I wanted something more than sex but still wanted sex but something deeper. I hadn’t expressed it to her.

In the mist of our conversation and her scratching things out in her planner, she tells me that some guy we both knew asked her out. I laughed lightheartedly and asked her when she was going out with him. She said she told him she wasn’t interested right now but she wanted to talk to me about it.

She brought up the fact that we are always together and that she really enjoys just being with me but that if she dated someone, she knows we wouldn’t be so close. She also asked, jokingly at first, “what if we date? You ever thought of that?”

I told her I had but also didn’t want to have it go badly and the we hated each other.

A few days later, we were laying in bed. I was playing an old game gear (some of you may not have heard of that ) and she was reading something with a flashlight. We had a power outage from a bad storm and the winds were still going but it was pretty messy out.

The windows were lifted to let air in but it was terrifying outside. You know, the storms that have terrible thunder that doesn’t stop and on again off again winds? A transformer went out.

I’ll never forget, I saw her long, blonde hair over the side, the profile of her face. She was gorgeous. She was just perfect. She wore these pink, plaid pajamas. I think she was reading a geology book or something.

Anyway, my heart started fluttering and beating fast. My dick started getting hard. Her ass was practically near my crotch. We played in bed together all the time but we never had sex or anything. Sure I got hard from time to time but this was something else.

While looking at her, and she doesn’t know I’m looking her, I have these mental flashes of kissing her, touching her. Then I snap out of it. The cool breeze rushing over me from the window perfectly snapped me out of it. Mandy wanted the window open more so than me.

After a few minutes, she turns the flashlight off and puts the book on the floor. There’s an off-white, street light that is providing little light into our room; it was pitch black dark or anything.

As she turns over, she is laying right under me, my face. She says something, I can’t remember, I was kind of dazed. I don’t know what it was: love, lust, something else, but I put my arm across her and she started rubbing my arm. She asked me if I was ok, I said something simple like, “yeah, yeah, I’m good” or something to that effect.

I don’t know to this what it was, but l leaned down to kiss her. I didn’t say anything, she didn’t say anything as she raised her head to meet my lips. We just started kissing. The taste of her lips, they were perfect. They were warm, juicy, full of life if you will. Her tongue was in my mouth. Mine in hers.

We probably kissed for 10 minutes. It was like a symphony in motion. It all fit. She smiled at me while kissing. I took my shirt off. My boxers were kind of stretched out by how hard I was.

She took off her shirt, her bra (I know, I know, Im supposed to do that), and she was bare chested on my bed, our bed. She lifted up one of her breast for me to suck on. She had these pinkish nipples that were hard to see in the darkens room, but yet, still visible. She felt my shift through my boxers but didn’t make a move yet.

I thought this was a dream.

I pull her pajama bottoms off and there she was in just her light blue panties, I saw her change earlier so i kind of already knew. It was warm in our spot but it felt comfortable.

I remember pulling off her panties slowly, cautiously, as if, to make sure she was ok with this happening. I remember balling her panties up in my hand and kissing her.

Neither of us were virgins but a few years earlier, I got a pretty awesome and detailed sex lesson from someone and that started my panty kink.

She was on all fours, her pale, white ass cheeks in the air, and my face near her pussy, a warm, well groomed with light hair on it, pussy that was in my face.

I remember that first taste, that plunging of my tongue into her hole. I remember her reacting as I licked, and touched and sucked on her pussy lips, her juices.

I don’t know what it was, but since I had her ass cheeks pulled apart, her asshole was right there and my tongue flickered across it multiple times.

Her reaction was priceless. She kinda jumped, not expecting it. I had two fingers in her pussy, basically finger her. She was tight but she was so wet from her own natural wetness and my salvia all over her.

I spread her cheeks as far apart as possible and just kept licking her asshole, licking inside her cheeks, burying my face into her ass.

I was taught, and even today, I can make any woman squirt, and was able to get her to squirt a little bit, it wasn’t a fountain but it was enough. She was concerned for a second, saying to em, “omg, I’ve never done that, you don’t have to….”

I ended her embarrassment by eating her more and more.

I remember she returned the favor. She gave me head. It wasn’t the best but wasn’t the worst. I wasn’t complain, it still felt good and it was her that was doing it, not some sorority chick that would let me come over and cum down her throat anytime I wanted, not my fart brother’s sister who let meat fuck her anytime I wanted because she was a nasty freak that was perfect for fucking when you need a nut and all options were closed or far away, she was my friend, but she was more than a friend….she was someone I loved, someone I cared about.

Now, yes, backshots with her were amazing. I’ve heard someone once refer to the sound of fucking a woman with big ass cheeks in doggystyle to that of the sound/applause food an hbcu graduation lol.

But the best part was missionary, the end.

I’m on top of her, we are both sweaty, her hair is wet. My stomach on her stomach, the glossiness of our sweat rubbing together, my face next to her face, her cheek against my check, with every stroke into her, me sliding in and out of her wetness, she gets flushed.

He walls pulsate and they closed in on me and this cascading like waterfall dreched me while I was inside of her.

I was close to cumming. I moan and make noises when I’m having sex. I don’t care how weird that is, as apparently it’s an issue now.

I remember her grabbing my face while I’m still inside her and she tells me to cum in her.

I’ll never forget how she said it, hot, discholved, hair everywhere, she looked at me, a slither of light from outside shining on her face, she had tears in her eyes, but it was happy tears, her cheeks flushed, and she calls me by name, and she says to me in this soft but out of breath voice, “you can cum in me….just do it, just cum in me”.

Her legs were up in the air a bit, her thighs elevated off the bed a bit, I remember telling her I’m cumming.

I feel the build up, the pressure of it and as I’m moving my hipsback and forth toward her, I shoot my cum inside of her.

Her fingers dig into my skin. It was like a pulsating gun or something. So much cum just shooting inside her.

My arms give out and I collapse on top of her.

Now, I stay hard after cumming the first time. Don’t know why. Wish I didn’t.

I’m laying on her and in her. I pull back and out of her. I get back up on my hands, my arms like in a push up position.

She grabs me by the neck and gently pulls me in to kiss her. It was a better kiss than when we started.

I wanted to tell her I loved her.

While kissing her, the top of my head is right on her doorstep.

She uses her right hand and she touches it. She smiled at me, tears still in her eyes, and she starts slowly jacking me of, pulling on it, stroking it, and she guided me back into her and moments later I cum again.

I remember her panting in my ear saying over and over again, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”.

We layed there motionless for a few minutes. Cum still dripping out of me, cum, I assume dripping out of her.

She goes to the bathroom.

I go to the other bathroom. She gets in the shower.

I finish before she does and I lay back down in bed with a towel over the dreched spot in the end from our sweat and other fluids.

I’m just wearing my boxers (new pair).

I see her panties near the pillow. You can hear the heavy splashing of the water dropping to the floor of the tub as she is showering.

I ball them up, her panties, and the open them up to that sweet spot that’s been hugging, touching, covering her pussy all day and just took deep breaths of the scent of her pussy.

Made me want to get hard but I had nothing left.

It was actually kinda painful to get hard.

She puts a blanket on the spot I already covered with a towel.

She is wrapped in a towel.

Her hair wet, but I don’t have a blow dryer or anything.

We just lay there.

We don’t really talk.

She then breaks the ice. She always called me by part of my middle name. I have a double middle name.

She only calls me the second part of it. Everyone, the first part.

She says my name, clears her throat, and says, asks, “what the fuck was that?”

We laughed.

We broke the ice.

I said to her I don’t want this to affect (or effect, who tf knows anymore) our relationship.

She tells me that, “you can’t cum in a woman and it not change things.”. She said, “luckily, I only hangout with you and your friends.”

I turn into a typical guy I guess, and I ask her if we will ever do that again. She laughed and said that she imagines it will happen a few times.

I had one last question I asked her why was she crying. I asked her if I hurt her or something.

She said it felt good and she felt loved and she felt just right with me and sometimes those emotions just come out. She said she was already baked with a dick in her. The only emotion or response to something that already felt good was to cry.

She then said, I have a question for you.

I gave her an unresponsive affirmative as if to go ahead.

She said, straight faced, can we go to waffle house?

I thought she was joking. She said a girl gets hungry after sex.

Since we didn’t have power, although dangerous outside, we drove 8 mins away to waffle house.

For the next few months, we fucked like rabbits day and night. We fucked in the car, in the car during a car wash, in the office, in the dean’s office at school after hours, outside near a bridge in campus, the kitchen, in the rain, you make it, we probably did it.

I’m glad she was on the pill but I never worried I’d she was or wasn’t, it was just that good.

I miss her. I miss kissing her and lifting up her skirt. I miss kissing her and grabbing her ass. I miss kissing her and putting my fingers under the ass part of her panties. I miss her drechin the bed when she squirted. I miss sniffing her panties. I miss her taking her panties off and putting them in my face, on my mouth to taste and smell.

I miss her lips. I miss her kiss. I miss her. She wasn’t my first. She wasn’t my first love.

I really miss her. Sex with her was amazing, the best, and yet, that wasn’t even the best of being with her. I still get chills thinking about holding her hand. I miss her thighs. I miss her voice. I miss pulling her cheeks apart, her lips apart as she stood naked in front of me.

Of all, I really miss her kiss.

RIP

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