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My friend, Jess, is one of the sexiest women I know. When we go out as a group I can't help but watch as she moves about the bar. Her limbs swing with purpose and with deliberate action. Her eyes look at everything and never rest on any one thing for long. When they do, it's because she's found someone to entertain herself with. She reminds me of a Jaguar, but her hunt isn't bloody in nature; it's primitive and filled with slow-burning passion.
She has a habit of needing to distract herself. Not just in social settings, but in all things. I've come to favor one of her ways of self-distraction. She gets quiet, almost like a meditation. Then, she sends me a text, asking if she can spend some time eating me out. The first time was natural. We'd been hanging out after we'd left the bars. It was our usual habit to watch mindless TV and zone out, center ourselves after the rush of dancing and drinking. One night was a little different. She had been slipping into a dry spell, sexually, for a few months. She didn't have the energy that felt like she'd burst from being too horny, instead, it was like it had just been too long and she wanted to change that. And I was how she decided to change that dry spell.
That first night she'd simply made a move, and kept making moves. Jess never made me feel rushed, she never wanted to. She just focused individually on what part of my body she was looking directly at and kept moving across, down, up and everywhere over my body. When we'd stopped making out and she had dropped her head down to my lap, I didn't even think. I just let her slip my skirt all the way off, and her tongue land at the very top of my slit.
That was the first night she'd made me cum. Our friendship never changed and she never wanted me to reciprocate. In fact, she seemed put off when I made moves on her. So I just got used to letting her eat me out. It was either after a night out or after a text with the simple message, "Mind if I come indulge for a bit?"
By now, at the time of this story, it had happened enough times that a Pavlovian response had been established. When that text came through, my pussy would throb with the blood that had flooded its way as fast as it could down there. It would surge immediately with pussy juice and I knew it'd be a good night.
Thirty minutes ago I had received the text and now I was laying on my back on my couch watching TV as Jess slipped her tongue up and down my pussy. She made me so horny that if she wasn't careful I would come in minutes. Jess never wanted that. She wanted to meditate, let her mind focus on one thing (my cunt) and to properly get what she needed she had to take her time. So she encouraged me to do whatever it was I was doing when she walked in. If I was reading, she'd want me to keep the book open and in front of my face. If I was watching TV, she'd keep us on the couch and expect me to keep watching. If I was smoking and listening to music, my cig would stay lit and the record would keep spinning. There was never any rush, it was leisurely pussy eating from my friend. I don't really know what's happening on this episode of the Danish drama I found on Netflix, but I kept my eyes there and let my body relax.
Right now, my sweatpants and panties were lying on the floor, my tank was pushed up under my arms, exposing my breasts. My couch was long enough that I was all the way laid out, legs spread, and Jess was on her stomach, posted up to keep her comfortable. I glanced from the TV to the top of her head, admiring the raven black hair as it moved side to side as she dragged her tongue in a figure-8 pattern top to bottom of my vulva. The tip of her tongue eased down the bottom of my opening and stayed, tickling the flesh with her breath. Her tongue moved, flexed, and flattened. I closed my eyes and felt her whole tongue press against as much as my pussy as she could. The sensation of her warm tongue putting so much pressure on me that I started to feel an orgasm blossom. Immediately Jess stopped the pressure and used her hands to spread my thighs further. She stared at my cunt, watching me wither and swivel my hips. After a couple seconds, my hips stilled. My breath was coming faster. Her eyes moved from my pussy to my face. She watched as my breathing slowed and I calmed. She watched me until I looked back at the TV.
Jess's eyes always got me. It wasn't their deep green coloring. It was that she never showed what she was thinking or feeling. She showed just want she wanted from me. Her eyes can tell me when she's thinking about eating my pussy when she glances at me across a bar and that she wants me to keep my dance card clear, so to speak. I know not to take anyone else home because she wants to taste me. Her eyes can tell me that she wants my body to calm so she can keep her mouth on me for longer. Her eyes tell me when she wants me to look away and go back to doing what I was doing.
Once Jess decided I had settled back into the foreign show, that I was actively reading the subtitles, her head dipped back down and she started back over. I say that because every time she began the same way. She nibbled, licked, and bit my inner thighs, the skin covering the vee along where my hips and groin are most sensitive. So many men, even skilled oralists, never knew how to tease me there. But Jess was like that. She knew instinctively how to make every part of me light up to her attentions.
Her teeth scraped along my skin, sucking and kissing until she narrowed down to one patch of the most sensitive skin, just a few inches from the top of my slit. I felt her kiss change and it felt like she was giving me a hickey. I probably should have been concerned about a lasting mark, but I wasn't monogamous with any of my partners. Also, the sensation felt so good I wanted to keep feeling more. My breath caught and stuttered back into a pant. I tried to keep concentrating on the TV.
I was almost successful at bringing myself back down until Jess' fingers left my left thigh and began to trail along my wet slit. Her fingers sank into my cunt right as the hickey started to form. It felt incredible and I gave up watching the TV and just closed my eyes. A moan slipped between my lips as I felt her fingers glide in and out of me in a slow and steady pump. Her lips and tongue kept working that patch of skin. It was like it had a direct line to my clit, mimicking the sensation of an orgasm that spreads across my body from my clit being teased.
My hips rose off the couch and I pushed myself onto her fingers, bringing her deeper into me. I half expected her to start backing off, forcing another calm down. Jess had been tasting and teasing my pussy for about twenty minutes. It was normally thirty or more before she let me cum. She let me try to break away from her mouth, try to get her back on my clit. Sweet Jesus, I wanted her lips on my clit.
Jess chuckled deep within her chest, keeping her lips right over the hickey, but she did pump her fingers harder into me. I loved the sensation. I wanted to cum so bad, I wanted to keep feeling her doing exactly what she was doing. I wanted her to move her lips elsewhere, back to my pussy. I wanted both options at the same time and I never wanted the feeling to stop. Jess let go of my other thigh, bringing her fingers to her mouth, wetting them, then reaching up to touch my nipple. Nipple play was one of my favorites. It also sent a direct line of sensation to my clit. Between the hickey and my nipple, it was like my clit was being played with on two fronts.
Now my moans became more strangled. I wanted to talk to her, tell her what I needed, but all I could manage was the unintelligible sounds coming out of my throat. I could hear the sound of my pussy and her fingers, the wetness of me surrounding her. Her head lifted from my skin and she blew across the bruise.
My eyes rolled and I swallowed a groan. It was a different feeling, but one that didn't distract from the building orgasm. Her finger flicked across my nipple, lightly pinching and circling the peak. All at once Jess moved from the bruise and her lips enclosed around my clit. She sucked my clit between her teeth and my orgasm was exploding from me.
My muscles seized, my hips pushed up, my back arched. My moans elongated into one and I shook. Jess kept her fingers pushed deep into me, barely dragging them in and out. The friction allowed my pussy to grip something and edged my orgasm to greater heights. Jess' lips stayed on my clit, her head riding me as I bucked. My body felt alive, my nipples felt tight, and I came and came.
It felt so good and I came down from my orgasm slowly. Jess stayed as she was, lying between my legs. She watched me, her head propped up on one hand. When I felt more grounded, I looked up to her face. She had a small smile on her lips, still wet from my cunt. She looked happy and calm. Her meditation was complete.
For the first time, I didn't feel complete. Cumming from her always felt amazing and this time was no different. Maybe I was different. Or maybe it was the fact that this time her eyes were telling me something new. I didn't think, I just reached for her. Usually, we go back to chilling on the couch or hang out for a bit. This time, I broke habit and reached for her. I just moved and grabbed her head. My fingers slipped between the strands of her hair, gripping just above her ear. I held her head steady and moved my body from beneath hers. When I had positioned myself kneeling by the couch, I moved toward her. I licked and flicked her lips, parting her mouth and plunged into her, kissing her like I was starved.
She didn't resist or signal for me to stop. She waited until I had a few seconds of dominance and began to kiss back. She let me keep control, but this time she participated. A shiver went down my back. This was so new. The energy, the dynamic said that this time was different. I broke away and looked into her eyes. It wasn't love. It wasn't want. She just looked at me and her eyes told me she wanted me to do what I wanted. This time, she wanted to see what I'd do.
This is why our friendship never changed. Sexuality and curiosity were welcomed either separately or as a pair. Right now, she was curious about how I wanted to express my sexuality. I kept my hand resting on her face. I felt my cum juice trail down between my thighs. I wanted to feel more. I wanted to make myself wet by touching her. This wasn't about making me cum, this was just about feeling more in relation to sex. The emotion, the tastes, the movements of sex. I wanted to feel them all and I wanted her to feel it as well.
I asked her to stand up. She stood by the couch and I remained kneeling in front of her. I let my eyes wander over her, trying to decide where I wanted to start. My eyes made it to her feet and I saw that they were bare except for a single toe ring.
"Take off your shirt."
Jess reached down and pulled the shirt over her head. She was wearing a plain black lace bralette. It was simple sexy and I wanted to see if her panties matched.
"Unbutton your pants." Her fingers snapped them open and tugged the zipper down. She started to wiggle them off but I stopped her. "No, just unbutton."
Jess dropped her hands back down her sides and I raised up, putting my face close to the zipper. I could see a tiny black bow at the top of a pink panty. It matched without being a set. I reached up, tugged the top of her panties up, bringing them up enough to show above her pants but without giving her a wedgie. Then I pulled down her pants enough to expose her mid-thigh and up. My attention stayed on that little black bow.
I gazed at the front of her crotch. I could see the shadow of her slit underneath and I couldn't help it. I leaned forward and dragged the bow down, exposing the top of her clit. I jabbed my tongue there and just wiggled it in that one spot. Jess moved a little, her body giving a slight sway as I focused on that narrow place on her.
Her breathing increased as I trailed my fingers down the rest of her crotch, finding the lips of her vulva and lightly touching them through the fabric. Her hand landed on my shoulder to catch herself. I glanced up. I never expected Jess to react that way to light pussy teasing. I leaned back but before she could move her hand, I placed mine on top of hers, keeping it there. I got up on one knee and said, "put your foot on my knee."
Jess balanced and placed her foot on my thigh. I brought her pants to her elevated ankle and had her take her foot from her pant leg. I brought her foot back down to the floor and had her left the other one where I did the same.
She now stood in her panties and bra in front of me. I raised back up on my knees and put my hands on her ass. I brought her hips forward to meet my mouth. Before I started kissing her through her panties, I looked up and made eye contact with Jess. The same look as before was there, curiosity. Except now there was heat. She was liking what I was doing and wanted me to keep going.
I didn't want to become frantic. I wanted to maintain a steady pace and keep the pleasure evenly spread for Jess.
To be continued...
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