“Now that she’s moved away, I’ll just have to find other fish in the sea. She was a kinky little thing, though. One time she even asked me to-”
“Stop!” I interjected, waving my hands. “TMI!”
Jim looked at me. “Come on, man, didn’t you have sex education in school? I can give you some keywords that you can look up and figure it out.”
Everyone laughed.
“Har, har,” I replied. “Look, it’s not that. I just don’t want to embarrass a girl, even if she is gone. Other women pick up on that, and they become less likely to ask for what they want. There’s already enough pressure on women as it is. I don’t want them nervous, I want them horny.”
“I’ll bet,” drawled Amanda, one of our group. “And what do you want them horny for?”
“A gentleman never tells.” The group laughed again. “But if a lady wants to be a little bit naughty, or even a lot bit naughty, I want her trusting enough to express it. She needs to know that her partner wouldn’t laugh, or tell stories about it.”
“What if it’s something you don’t want to do?” Amanda continued.
“That’s unlikely,” I deadpanned to giggles from the group. “I’m a horny guy wired for fun. But if it did happen, I would gently let her know and maybe suggest something that came close to her desires but stayed inside my boundaries. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
“Well there you have it, ladies,” Amanda said, sweeping her arms to include the group. “Fantasies R Us.”
Everyone, including me, got a good laugh out of that one. Amanda had a quick wit.
“Let’s change the subject to something I have a chance of actually doing,” I said, to a few teases from the circle. “Who’s going to the show next weekend?” A band we all liked was coming into town.
That started a long discussion and set of plans, putting my love life safely behind us. Or maybe not, as I learned at the end of the party.
“Hey, Bryan! You mind escorting a girl home?” It was Lauren, who lived a bus stop away from me. We had both taken the bus to avoid driving.
“Sure. Let’s blow this joint.” Everyone laughed, and wished us a good night.
We chatted as we walked to the bus stop and waited. Lauren had formed a part of the extended circle of friends I got to know when I moved to the area. She was friendly and intelligent, but not as boisterous as some of the other women in the group. I also heard that she kept herself in good shape, but I didn’t know the details. In fact, I really hadn’t gotten to know her that well.
We kept talking on the bus, and I learned that she ran and competed “for fun” in some local triathlons. As the bus slowed to her stop, she turned.
“Could I take you to dinner sometime and continue the conversation?”
“I’d love to,” I answered, before I really knew what was going on.
Lauren was getting up. “I’ll text you details. Thanks for the escort. Bye.” And she was out the door.
That was quick. Did she just ask me out? I replayed events and wondered to myself as I walked home. Lauren had given me almost no time to answer, so I had said the first thing that came into my head. No time to craft a diplomatic response. In fact, she was in an excellent position to detect hesitation or uncertainty. Almost like she had planned it. At the same time, her offer could be simply a way to finish our discussion. Very crafty. I resolved to be a bit more careful around her.
The next day, we texted to go out Friday, since the band was playing Saturday. Lauren chose a good place with outdoor dining by the water. I had been before and liked it.
Friday evening, Lauren rang my doorbell at the appointed time.
“Hey, Lauren, you’re looking good this evening.”
A big smile appeared on her face. “Why thank you, Bryan. You look very nice yourself. Shall we go?”
“Let’s,” I said, closing the door. “This is fun, to be picked up. Is this a date?”
“Is it?” Lauren looked right at me. My playful question suddenly took on a new meaning.
“It feels like it to me.”
“Well then, I guess it is.”
“Good. This should be fun.”
“I’ve been looking forward to it all week.” And then she opened the car door for me.
Lauren sparkled throughout dinner. She was much more animated than she was in large groups, and I found myself pulled into her world. I had a habit of focusing completely on my partner during conversations, and I found that she did the same. The evening flew by, and all of the sudden we realized that the restaurant was closing down.
“Should we go, before they ask us to help with the dishes?”
I laughed. “Let’s do it.”
Lauren drove me back, and I wondered what to do. Should I invite her in? I realized that women had a lot to think about on the first date. I looked over at Lauren, and she had a small grin on her face, like she knew what I was thinking.
“Join me for a glass of Port to finish out the evening?”
“I’d love to, Bryan.”
We kept up the conversation, talking late into the night.
“Oh my. I’ve been here a long time,” Lauren exclaimed, looking at her phone.
“It’s been a pleasure, and it felt much too short,” I replied. “Do you have plans before the show tomorrow?”
“Nothing definite.”
“Care to join me for dinner beforehand?”
“I could probably make that work.”
“Excellent. I’ll get in touch tomorrow.”
“Please do,” she answered, getting up and collecting her things.
I walked her to the door and followed her out. She turned, uncertainty on her face. I had a grin on mine, thinking she was getting a taste of what a man usually goes through.
“I suppose it’s up to me how to say goodnight,” she mused.
“That is traditionally how it’s done, yes,” I answered, my grin getting wider.
“Well since we’re seeing each other again soon, I suppose a kiss wouldn’t hurt.”
“Wouldn’t hurt at all.”
We embraced, and I felt her lips find mine. We kept it fairly chaste, but I could sense a lot in reserve.
“Goodnight, Bryan.”
“Goodnight, Lauren. Pleasant dreams.” I smiled as I got to use that line.
Lauren winked and spun around to walk to her car. I watched and waved while she drove away.
We met our friends for the show after a great dinner.
“Offering Lauren a ride, I see.” That was Daniel, another one of our gang.
“Saves on gas, and she’s even reasonably pleasant company,” I answered.
Lauren snorted. “That’s more than I can say, apparently.”
I shrugged theatrically. “What did I do?”
Lauren just rolled her eyes.
“Squabbling already. I’m keeping an eye on you two.” Daniel laughed, and walked off
“I guess we didn’t fool him too well, huh?”
“Just don’t fool yourself,” Lauren shot back. “Now, are you going to get me a beer, or do I have to hit up some other guy?”
“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? OK babe, let’s get you over to the bar and start getting your defenses lowered ”
“Music to my ears.”
We continued the banter and played it cool with our friends. I danced with Lauren during most of the songs, but kept it a little discreet. She danced well and winked at me a couple of times. The music sounded so much better with her athletic body twisting in time to mine. By the end of the show, we had gotten a good workout.
She invited me in after I took her home, and we relived the show, which had been a lot of fun. At some point, her lips found mine, and we made out on the couch a while, but some sense told me not to push things too far. Lauren was waiting for something, and my heart told me to be patient.
“I better go before you get me too worked up. You’re a great kisser,” I said.
“It goes both ways,” she replied breathlessly. “Could I talk you into trying my cooking this Friday?”
“Love to.”
“Good! We’ll talk about the details. Now let’s get to the door and try out one more of those kisses.”
Lauren molded her body to mine, and I felt the promise of much more to come if I played my cards right. I went home with the memories of her twisting body dancing through all the corners of my mind, and the memories merged into my dreams.
Wednesday I had a match with my co-ed volleyball team. Amanda also played, and her quick wit kept us all entertained after the matches. We played a top team and lost in a close match, but we played well and could see the progress our team had made since joining the league. We went for a beer after the match, and Amanda cornered me.
“I saw you and Lauren dancing together last Saturday. It looked more than friendly. Then I remembered you escorting her home the week before. Any more dots to connect?”
“You’ll have to figure out my love life on your own, Amanda.”
“I figured you would say that, and I approve. Now that I think about it, I remember your little speech on protecting a girl’s privacy. I also appreciate that in a big way. Since you’re such a gentleman, I’ll give you some free advice. I’ve known Lauren for a long time, and you can absolutely trust anything she tells you. I’ve known you a while as well. Can I tell her back that she can trust you and that you’re safe in the intimate sense of the word?” Lauren looked closely at me for my answer.
“If some friend of yours ever needed to know something like that, yes, you could tell her to trust me,” I replied, looking straight into her eyes.
“Nicely stated.” Amanda winked. “I already knew, since our team donates blood together. But it was fun to ask, and see if I could get you to spill anything.”
“You’re bad, Amanda.”
“And I like it that way. Now your job is to see how bad our mutual friend Lauren can be.”
“Lauren doesn’t have a bad bone in her body.”
“Oh, but she does, Bryan. She just doesn’t let anyone see it. I think you’re in for the time of your life.”
“I’m glad you’re so sure of yourself.”
“I have a way of knowing my friends pretty well, and there’s a lot that would attract each of you to the other. I’d tell you to take care of Lauren, but I know you will. Enjoy yourself.” Amanda winked and then moved on, making a big show of congratulating another player on her defense.
That Friday found Lauren and I together at her place. She cooked a nice dinner, and I helped with some chopping and other chores. The evening was fun and playful. After we had cleared the plates, we talked for a while before moving to her couch for some chocolate and dessert wine. I had just set my glass down after a sip.
“Bryan.”
“Yes?” I replied, glancing up. Lauren’s eyes looked straight into mine.
“Could I talk to you about something, but trust you to keep it private?”
“Sure, Lauren.”
“I really mean it, Bryan. ‘Hell hath no fury’ and all that?”
“I get it,” I said, putting my hands up. “I don’t want you for an enemy.”
Lauren smiled at that, then continued.
“Were you serious the other night when you talked about liking women a little naughty?”
A chill washed down my spine, my throat went dry, and my cock instantly hardened.
“Yes.” Even I could hear the anticipation in my voice. It felt like Lauren was picking up on everything going through me. Her lips raised up at the corners.
“I think I struck something there,” she purred. “That’s good, because I’m a girl who has…naughty…needs in bed.”
“You do?” I replied lamely. I trembled – stunned, horny, overwhelmed.
Lauren put her hand on my arm, probably to feel out my reaction to her words.
“I’ve never dated anyone very long, because the guys I met didn’t seem like the types I could confide something like that to. I think you may be different, but I want to know before we take this much further. Would you like to hear a little more and maybe tell me if you wanted to be my boyfriend?”
“I’d love to,” I croaked. Lauren smiled as she felt the tension coiling about my body. I think it helped her open up.
Her voice went soft. “I think I’m wired a little differently. I’m really, really, sensitive…” her hand left my arm and snaked back to pat her ass, “…back here. Is that something you think you would like?”
I almost came in my pants. I grabbed onto the first thing that came into my mind.
“I was like, twelve, or something. My friend had found his father’s stash of Playboys. He solemnly brought me into his room like it was some secret ritual or something. We slowly went through the pictures, my eager eyes absorbing every detail. We paused on a two-page spread, one page showing this gorgeous woman on her back and the other showing her turned on her tummy. He asked me what my favorite view was. I pointed a finger at her ass. I think he was surprised. He said he liked the other view because he got to see everything. I said I liked it too, I mean, who wouldn’t? But I really liked her butt. That story has stayed with me. Since then, I’ve known I’ll always be an ass man.”
Lauren closely studied me as I told this oddly intimate little story. A faint smile curled around the edges of her mouth the entire time.
“I think we’re going to work out together,” she said, very gently. “Would you like to be my boyfriend?”
Such a simple set of words. So much behind them.
“I’d love to,” I said in a clear voice. My body reacted, surprising even me with the intensity of how much I wanted what she offered.
Lauren’s eyes widened. “Come over here,” she commanded. Her arms reached out, and she pulled me close for a long, hungry, searching kiss. Her body trembled, like she was finally getting something she always wanted. My body responded, making me wonder what hidden feelings stirred within me.
Lauren moaned into my mouth. When we pulled back to catch our breath, she dipped her head into the hollow of my neck and whispered.
“My body is a candy store, and you have a free pass. Don’t be afraid to sample anything you like.”
A wave of arousal washed through me. I could tell Lauren felt it.
“Thank you. And if there’s some house specialty you want me to try, please point it out,” I responded.
“We offer a wide range of specialties. I’ll be happy to guide you through them, but it might take a number of visits to sample them all.”
“It will be my pleasure,” I replied as my lips sought hers again.
After coming up for air again, I remembered a question.
“Lauren, before this gets too far along, do we need to do something about protection?”
Lauren pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Thanks for asking. I’m covered in that department. And Amanda talked to me about your conversation. She said you handled yourself like a gentleman, and that I could trust you. So you’re cleared for takeoff.”
“Nice to hear. Now, where were we?” I asked, pulling her close again.
“I think we were at that place where we don’t need words anymore,” she said, before fastening her lips to mine again.
I caressed Lauren’s face and neck, and she purred in response. A hot wave washed through me to realize how sensitive she was-and how I could play her body. Where did this lady come from? Lauren had never let on that she was anything like this. How did I get so lucky?
On an impulse, I coaxed her shoulders around, and she took the hint, climbing into my lap and straddling my legs. That freed up my hands to explore her body, and that’s what I did, feeling out her reactions and learning her secrets. I found one of those along her upper arms, and her body thrilled as I lightly caressed. The sides of her torso also gave me a pleasant reaction, and I felt her heating up.
Of course, she moaned deeply when my hands roamed over her ass. Her hot tongue also drove into mine, and I let the tension build. After a suitable period of teasing, I toyed with the hem of her shirt, and she sighed her approval. I slowly worked the garment upward, and she raised her arms to help me get it off. She shook her hair out, and then fastened her lips to mine again.
With lots of new skin to explore, my fingers got busy. Lauren writhed above me, hot to move along but forced to wait out my patient attack. When I fingered the clasp of her bra, she hissed “Yes!” into my mouth. I worked the hooks open, and she shrugged out of the unwanted thing, flinging it away. Her chest arched forward, hungry for my touch.
Feeling that she was right where I wanted her, I stopped the teasing and closed my hands over each of her breasts. Lauren moaned her surprise and delight while I felt up her firm mounds, the hard nipples rasping into my palm. I left the patient exploration for another time and moved to pleasuring, exciting her heaving skin and then closing over her nipples with my fingers. Lauren shuddered as the first jolt lanced through her body. I smiled to myself, happy to find her breasts so sensitive. I toyed for a while then brought my hands up to her face.
One set of fingers went to her lips and one to mine. Lauren took the hint, plunging her lips over my fingers while I did the same. The wet fingers moved back to her straining nipples, this time pleasuring with more force. Lauren moaned louder, her lips latching back onto mine. As I took her higher, her breath got short. She was fully worked up: hot, needy, and dying to get off. I grazed down her heaving skin to the clasp of her jeans, hearing her “Oh, God!” as I worked the button loose. The zipper went next, and a heady scent of hot pussy washed over me.
I guided her out of my lap and set her down, giving her legs a rest and giving me access to her jeans. I tugged them down and she raised her hips to help. Off they went, revealing long, tight legs. I reached for her soaked panties, and she eagerly lifted up to get them off.
I finally took a good look at my handiwork. Lauren’s lust-filled eyes looked back at me, her hunger and need overpowering any sense of vulnerability. Her chest and neck flushed with heat, and her breasts rode high and tight, beautiful in their excited state. I glanced down to see a neatly trimmed mound point to the junction between her legs. Swollen outer lips cradled her inner folds, glistening with desire.
“Lauren, you are truly beautiful,” I stated, the words coming unbidden to my lips.
Lauren’s eyes smiled briefly at that, then they went back to lust.
“You’ve got me so worked up,” she replied. Was it a statement, an acknowledgement, a plea, or a demand? It was all of those things, and I leaned in to kiss her again, my hands first framing her face, then traveling down to pleasure her breasts some more. Her arms ranged along my back, urging me on. Finally, my fingers moved to her legs, gently coaxing them apart. She opened them wide and slid downward, moving her hips to the edge of the couch in obvious invitation.
My lips left hers and travelled down, kissing and nibbling her neck, heating her upper chest, and tasting her breasts and nipples. My hands teased between her legs, brushing close but never giving her what she needed. She squirmed and panted, forced to wait while the tension built. What was I going to do?
When my lips moved down from her chest, she moaned, anticipating some way out of her sweet agony. I nibbled my way down her tummy, feeling her squirm beneath me, then arrived at her mound. I took a tour, teasing all around her outer lips and inhaling her musk. Looking up, I saw her head thrown back and her breasts tight with strain. I chose that moment to lick straight up her pussy, and her head snapped forward in surprise.
She watched intently as I switched from teasing to pleasing. Her pussy was hot and wet, the delicate inner lips very sensitive if her gasps and moans were any indication. I worked around them until I felt the tension in her legs. Then I moved higher and brushed the hood of her clit.
“Oh, God!” she exclaimed. I looked up, and our eyes met. Hers were lost in lust. Emboldened, I concentrated on the hood, while she squirmed and moaned above me. When her breath got short, I searched for her clit with my tongue. Finding it standing proud, I lashed the tiny pearl back and forth, driving Lauren higher and higher. Finally, she dropped her hips and then exploded upward, ramming her pussy into my face and shuddering through an intense orgasm. I rode her bucking pussy all the way through, squeezing out every bit of pleasure my tongue could give her.
Finally, she collapsed back into the couch, taking long breaths and coming back to earth. I kept my tongue in place, gently soothing her pussy while she lingered in the afterglow. After a while, she sighed.
“That was fantastic, Bryan. Your tongue is magical. Now let’s gets your clothes off and see what other trouble we can get into.”
I chuckled and straightened up. Lauren sat up and unbuttoned my shirt, sliding it off my arms and quickly exploring my chest with her hands. She urged me up, and I stood while she unbuckled my jeans and slid then down my legs. She got them off, then reached for my tented boxers. She took a good look as she eased them down, my cock springing free after a tight confinement. She got them off and then reached back up. Smiling, she took my cock in her hands and gently pulled me forward.
I groaned as her lips opened wide and she took me into her hot mouth. She immediately started pleasuring, pumping and sucking me even harder. Satisfied, she popped off.
“Want to be inside me?”
“Love to.”
She tugged me down to my knees and then leaned back, opening her legs wide. Her pussy beckoned, and I shuffled forward, the tip of my cock bobbing and brushing her pussy lips. She took my cock in her hands and gently pulled me along. We both watched intently as my cock opened her up, the bulbous head pushing her lips inward. I let her fingers guide me as her hot, wet, depths took me inside. Her pussy tightly gripped my shaft, conforming to each ridge like a velvet glove.
Around halfway in, I paused and pulled back a little, giving her time to adjust to my size. I then gently pushed forward again, going a little further each time.
“This is so good,” Lauren said in approval.
I looked up. “You feel incredible, Lauren.”
She smiled back, then looked down.
“And it’s hot to watch.”
“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” I teased.
Lauren looked up again, her mischievous eyes dancing.
“Bryan, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
“I can’t wait. I’m a naughty little boy, too.”
“That’s why I like you,” she laughed, and then looked down again.
We both watched as I worked back and forth. Lauren’s pussy lips would gather inward as my cock pushed forward, and then drag out as I pulled back. I kept it up until I was seated all the way inside, Lauren’s private depths opened up and tingling.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned. I started gently pumping into her. We enjoyed that for a while, then I felt her hips move to meet mine. I picked up the pace, then I was stunned to see her hand reach between us.
“Oh, that is hot,” I said when her fingers touched her clit.
We both watched Lauren play with herself while my cock plunged into her depths. She peaked quickly, which was good, because she was driving me wild. I let her hips set the pace, and I matched her rhythm. Always, it was faster. Her breath got short again.
“I’m gonna cum!” she gasped.
“Me too, babe.”
“Do it!” she commanded, and I started ramming into her.
“Yes!” she yelled, her fingers a blur on her clit.
I clamped down as long as I could, then howled as the first jet blasted out of my cock into Lauren’s clamping pussy. I saw stars while I emptied into her, each spasm an explosion of pure pleasure. I was dimly aware of her crying out as well. We twisted and bucked into each other, squeezing out every corner of a fantastic orgasm.
I couldn’t believe how long it went on, my cock continuing to heave even after I had drained everything. Eventually, I came back to earth, and looked into Lauren’s eyes. She had a dreamy, just-fucked-well look on her face and smiled back at me.
“I could get used to that,” she chuckled.
“I would love to get used to that, Lauren. You are fantastic.”
She smiled, and beckoned me down. We embraced and kissed our way through the afterglow, my cock still nestled securely in her depths.
“Like to spend the night?” she asked after we had cooled down.
“Love to.”
“Leave your clothes. You won’t need them.”
“This night is getting better all the time.”
I pulled back to a whimper from both of us when my cock popped free. We got up, and Lauren led me to her bathroom, where she found me a toothbrush and we brushed together.
“I’m going to turn the bed down and give you a minute.”
I relieved myself and opened the door again.
“Why don’t you get the bed warm and I’ll join you in a sec?”
“Perfect.” I slipped under her covers and breathed in her faint scent from the pillow. Soon, she returned and turned out the lamp. I held the covers back for her, and she slid beside me, giving me a kiss. She then turned and snuggled back as I leaned in to spoon against her. I draped an arm over her, and she pulled it tight against her chest.
“Do you get sleepy after sex, Bryan?”
“I don’t know. That was my first time.”
Lauren’s body shook with her laughter. “Great. I’ve got a comic for a boyfriend. Well, I hope you like to sleep after sex, because I do.”
I snuggled closer. “I love to, Lauren. I think we’re going to work out together. I’m glad you opened up to me and asked me to be your boyfriend.”
“I’m really glad, Bryan. You’ve made your new girlfriend very happy tonight.” Lauren snuggled back even more, pressing her ass firmly into my groin. She sighed, and I could feel her body relax. I let the pleasant drowsiness overtake me, and I fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke when I felt Lauren stretching and snuggling back into me. Morning light filtered into the room. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and they guided my hand into cupping a breast. I could feel the excited nipple pressing into my palm. I took the hint and very gently caressed the underside of her breast.
“Ummmmm,” Lauren purred, snuggling back even further. Her hand played along the outside of mine while I played with her breast. After a spell, I got the nipple involved. Lauren sighed and started grinding back into me. My cock fully stiffened, and she shifted to capture it between her ass cheeks. I nibbled and kissed her neck, and her excitement showed in the tight and pebbled texture of her breasts. A constant stream of sighs and quiet moans encouraged me on.
Lauren and I both heated up to boiling while I played with her breasts and she ground herself into me. Her sensitive skin thrilled to my touch, and I explored her entire chest, learning the various strokes and spots that turned her on. I kept at it until I could sense her body seeking a goal.
“Would you like me to lie back so you could ride my face?” I whispered into her ear.
“Oh, God, I would love that.”
I rolled back, and Lauren turned over and swung her leg over me, grabbing the headboard to position herself over me. I looked up to see her swollen and glistening pussy descend down, and I met her with my tongue to a long sigh of appreciation.
She settled her clit directly over my tongue, so I took the hint and went straight to pleasuring. My cock jolted when I saw her hands move down to cup her breasts-I love women who know how to excite themselves.
I decided it was time to explore Lauren’s ass a bit, so I gently cupped her cheeks in my hands.
“Oh, yes,” she encouraged. I caressed the soft skin, feeling the firm muscles ripple underneath. I let her responses guide me, and I felt her lower herself some more, increasing the pressure on her clit. Soon, I felt her body gyrate in my hands, and I lashed the tiny pearl of her clit while she twisted above me, her body dancing to its own rhythm of pleasure. My fingers roamed over her ass, and she eagerly pushed it into my hands.
Lauren’s body tensed up, and I looked up to see her twisting her engorged nipples between her fingers. I filed that bit of information away while I flattened my tongue so she could hump her pussy down into me. Soon, I felt her enter that timeless zone before orgasm, when the tingles of anticipation race through the body. I lashed her clit mercilessly while her body tensed even more.
With a cry, Lauren exploded above me. Her pussy pulsed on my tongue as the spasms wracked her body. I held on while she rode out her orgasm, my body thrilling in sympathy with hers. As the contractions died down, I reduced the pressure but kept my tongue in place, soothing her pussy while she settled into the afterglow.
“That was an incredible way to wake up, Bryan. Thank you,” she said as she shuffled down my body. “I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I ride you?”
“If you must,” I replied, smirking.
“Oh, I insist,” she replied, laughing as she positioned me and sank down.
“Maybe I don’t mind after all.” Lauren’s depths felt pretty damn good.
“Good boy.”
“Like to lie on top of me and stretch your legs?”
“Love to,” she answered.
I helped her straighten her legs and settle down over me. She kissed me deeply, and I noted the fact that she was okay with all the girl cum drenching my face. We stayed in a lip lock while she started a gentle rocking motion. I moved my hands to her ass.
Suddenly her tongue plunged deeper into my mouth-hot, insistent. I ran with her response, caressing closer to the crease between her cheeks.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she encouraged, crushing her lips to mine.
I went deeper, running my fingers into the crack of her ass. I could feel the tension and anticipation in her body. After teasing for a while, I brushed her pucker.
Lauren jolted and hiked her ass, spreading her legs in invitation. She started flexing her hips, fucking me by twisting her ass into my fingers. Her tongue was rammed down my throat, and her hot breath blew into my mouth.
This girl is totally abandoned to lust, I thought to myself. Her passion shot into me, and we both drove into each other. Sweat sickened the skin on our chests. I kept up a solid massage of her anus while she rode the daylights out of me. My orgasm pooled in my balls, and I could feel Lauren climbing toward her own. I held on, knowing her climax would trigger mine.
I fought to hold back, and I made it. Lauren tensed up, then groaned into my mouth as her orgasm hit. I felt her ass pulse, and that ripped the first blast of cum out of my quivering cock. God, did it feel good as I emptied into her. We both twisted into each other, tensing and releasing muscles in time with the spasms racing through us.
Finally, I felt her relax. I kept up a light caress of her ass, and her contented purring told me I was doing it right. She kept up the kisses, clearly enjoying the second afterglow of the morning.
After a long makeout session, she pulled her head back and looked down at me.
“That was fantastic, Lauren. You were on fire, and it really got me going.”
“You tapped into my weakness, Bryan.” She smiled. “You still are.”
“I know. I can feel your body purring.”
“I’m all tingly and warm,” she replied, leaning down again to kiss me. We made out a while longer, then finally convinced each other it was time for a shower and breakfast. After a playful cleanup in the shower, we joined together in her kitchen to cook.
“What are you doing today?” Lauren asked while we were eating.
“No big plans. I was going to call a couple of friends to see if they wanted to bike or run to work out. How about you?”
“The same. Would you like to run together?”
“Love to.”
“Any evening plans?”
“I’ve got a new girlfriend. I figured I would see if she wanted to spend the weekend together.”
“She would love to, and would give her boyfriend bonus points for asking. Knowing her, she would also get horny again and want to do something about it.”
“I’ve heard her new boyfriend loves horny women.”
“Good, because her new boyfriend may get more than he bargained for.”