My friend and I were out-of-town at a dance club. She had her eye on some random guy, nothing new. I wasn’t looking for anything special. I was just going with the flow of the night. The guy she was talking to was with his roommate. A young guy of average height and shoulder length blonde hair. We talked basic general stuff, nothing serious.
Bar is closing. Now what? My friend wants to get laid and I’m tired, slightly buzzed from the alcohol. She tells me that we are going back to their place. I’m stuck, because I’m with her. We follow them back to their house. My friend & her guy immediately head for the bedroom. I’m attracted to this guy, but unsure of what’s going on. He asks me if I want anything to drink.
“Some water will be fine.”
“I think our friends are gonna be a while, if you’re tired you can use my room and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
I really want him to kiss me, fuck me to sleep. My friend was getting laid, I waited to get some too, but I’m not gonna move any moves on him. He showed me to his bedroom. The bed is pushed into the corner, covering up part of a window. The window doesn’t have any curtains. The light of the moon or street light is peering through. I’m exhausted. He stood in the doorway. How could I allow him to sleep on the sofa when this is his room?
“You don’t have to leave, you can sleep here.” He smiled at me. He reminded me of a Southern Californian guy. His long, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes and white pearly teeth and slightly tan skin. We laid on the bed, like two kids planning on having sex for the first time. Oh wait…we are! We are both in our early to mid 20’s. Experiencing each other for the first time, his hand is on my waist. We both still have our clothes on, laying on top of his blanket. I feel his pelvis push against my ass and I push back. We rock back & forth a few more times, his hand slides in between my thighs, his fingers feeling me through my jeans. Through body language I let him know that I wanted to have sex. He, however had other plans for me.
He slid off my jeans, pulled off my top & bra. I laid back down watching him take off his clothes. The light coming through the window lit up the room just enough that I could see his hand stroking his manhood. He turned, walked towards the foot of the bed, slowly started kissing my legs. I tried not to giggle, but I did. He held my ankle, as he continued to lick & kiss my leg. All the while my insides are going wild. I want to feel his hard cock inside me. I wanna cum. My pussy is aching to be filled with his hardness.
He pushes my legs apart crawling up towards my now dripping pussy. My body was wanting to scream out, but little moans just escaped my lips instead. I feel his breath against my lips, his hair brushing against my inner thighs. Immediately the tip of his tongue finds my clit, gasp. I’m wanting to cum so much, his tongue dances with my clit. At times, stopping to gently suck it, holding it in between his lips and flicking with his tongue. It’s a feeling that makes my body jerk, I’m not sure I like it. But, I don’t stop him. My mind drifts in some other dimension, pleasure. His hands under my ass cheeks, lifting me up slightly. One of his hands slides from under my butt and he stops. He looks up at me, puts two of his fingers into his mouth. He continues to look at me as he lowers his hand down to my clit, rubbing it a few times, sliding his two fingers along both sides and straight in to my very wet pussy. A deep breath. His tongue again begins to play with my clit as his fingers tickle my g-spot.
I feel pleasure. I feel high. There is no sense of time or place. I’m totally at his mercy. I can hear myself moaning loudly as I reached orgasm. He continues to drink up my juices as I slowly come down from my high. Deep heavy breathing, I’m relaxed and doze off for a bit. He also must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to the weight of his face on my thigh. As I moved my legs, he woke up. He came up to lay by my face. We kissed, I could feel desire & passion building once again. His fingers caressed my skin, cupping my breasts, but his fingers had other plans. He sucked two fingers and went straight in. The suddenness, the dryness of my pussy, quickly brought me out of that groggy state. His fingers tickled my pretty pink walls, searching for my spot. He slowed his pace. He sat up, kissing my breasts, moving down towards his awaiting pie once again. He gently spread my legs. His fingers were replaced with his tongue. His tongue teased, nibbled and sucked my clit until I begged for him to fill my hungry pussy. At that moment I didn’t really care with what, I just wanted to reach my orgasm. I wanted to have that feeling of fullness in my pussy. He pushed his fingers back into me, in & out in a slow thrusting pace. I felt warm, quick swallow breaths escape from my lips. He must have known this time that my climax was close because he picked up speed. When he did, it didn’t take long for me to reach my climax. He only stopped when I was still & quiet. He sat up, leaned against the wall. I could see his dark shadow from the light coming through the bedroom window. I rolled over, dosing off. He stayed in that place until I woke up again.
I grabbed my clothes, left to go to the bathroom for a quick cleanup. I didn’t want to go back in the room. I wanted to get home to the warmth of my bed & security of my room. Unfortunately my friend wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. So, I quietly returned to his room. When I laid back down he woke up, he placed his hand on my leg. He started softly caressing my calf up to my thigh and back down again. I just lay there, trying to relax. He lays his head on my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair. God, I loved his thick wavy blonde hair. We lay there in silence as his hand rubs my tummy. We laid dozing in and out of consciousness. I felt his hand slip inside my panties. I asked myself “when is this guy ever gonna want to stop?” He tugged at my panties, hinting to me that he wanted them off – again. I took them off – again. And again he laid there between my legs …licking …nibbling …sucking my clit. He did this thing when he would suck my outer lips and run his tongue all over them. Holding each one in between his lips while his tongue explored every inch of it, then he would move onto the other one. He would end up in the middle, his tongue would plunge into me, tongue fucking my hole while his hands rested under each one of my ass cheeks. I wasn’t sure if that was him lifting me up or my body’s response to his mad tongue skills. I got so excited that I would push into his face. My fingers would tangle in his long hair as I held him there. He stopped, laying down next to me. “Sit on my face.”
“Sit on my face. Please.”
I hadn’t experienced anyone like him before. Most of the guys I had fucked were mostly concerned with themselves. Busting a nut quickly, not too concerned with me getting mine. I wasn’t quite sure about what was going on. I hesitated.
“Please. Just sit on my face. I wanna taste you so more.”
I didn’t say anything. I sat on his face. I could see out the bedroom window. I held on to the window pane as I felt his tongue plunge into my wetness yet again. I felt one of his hands caressing my sides. I am ticklish, wanted to laugh but couldn’t because of the orgasm I was about to have. Rocking back & forth on his face, I was lost in my orgasm. I’m holding on to the wooden window pane. I opened my eyes for a moment staring out the window, wishing for someone to watch me as I reached my climax. As my orgasm ended I noticed that his body had tightened up. I was still saddling on his face, when I turned around to see his other hand stroking his erect hard cock. I unsaddled him in time to see cum squirt out of the tip of his cock and onto his stomach. My smile must have been a mile long when I seen that and then to look down at his face covered in my juices. He looked so used.
I finally made it home later that morning. I slept most of Sunday away.
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Like I had mention in the story, I have not come across many men that are like him. He really enjoyed being in between my legs. Otherwise I don’t think he would have given me oral pleasure, right? We never had vaginal sex. I never gave him a blowjob. We lasted a week. If you asked me what is name is, I couldn’t tell you. What does he look like? Don’t remember. Where was his apartment? No clue. He’s just that guy with the most amazing tongue and the love of licking pussy. He will always have a special place in my memoir. I didn’t allow just anyone between my legs. I had to consider them someone special. For whatever reason, I just believe that not everyone is worthy of my sweet nectar. And I will stop a man if I’m not feeling that high or if he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
Maybe one day I’ll share my experience when I was “involved” with my couple and they took turns licking my pussy and teaching me about squirting and other things.
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