I decided to go slowly.
Softly brushing my hand up her tummy to her breast, I cupped one in my hand. Miriam let out a soft sigh. I ran my fingers around her hardening nipple, and I could hear her breathe more heavily through her nose. I did the same to her other breast, and when her hips pushed back against me, I scooted slightly away, allowing her to roll onto her back. I figured if anything would wake her up, it would be this, but Miriam was a heavy sleeper.
Tentatively, I licked at her nipple once, twice, and then began running circles around it. I saw her lips part as if to say something, but only a pleasured sigh came out. My hand traveled back down her tummy and hesitated just above her mound. When I did move my fingers over Miriam’s labia, her breathing became deep and ragged. Her legs parted slightly, and I began to rub gently, just to see how long it would take for her to wake up. But she still didn’t wake up, so I decided I would give in and return the favor she had given me last night.
Ever so slowly, I got up and crawled between her legs, kneeling there for a second before I leaned in. My mind span. The last time I’d seen another woman’s sex up close was when I was being born, and I doubt anyone present was having nearly such a good time. I wetted my lips and started with a kiss. Her smell made something inside of me shiver with delight. I kissed every part of her pussy that I could reach with just my lips, and then I stuck out my tongue and tasted her. It knocked the wind out of me, it really did. Whatever lingering doubts or inhibitions I had were blown away. But I only got about three of four more licks in before I saw her raise her head.
“Hm?” Miriam slurred groggily. “What the—”
I licked again, as a question.
“Oh, yesss…” she moaned. “Please yes.”
I felt her fingers in my hair, and knew I’d chosen wisely. Now, all caution and pretense gone, I started in on her. I didn’t really know how to go down on a girl, but I figured I knew what I liked, so I’d start there. Constant soft tongue flicking and gentle sucking seemed to be a good start, but I felt her grip my head.
“Harder,” she said, her voice strained. “I want it harder.”
Harder it was. My tongue flicked and circled her clit in rapid fire while my lips threatened to nibble her labia completely off. She grunted and pressed my face into her.
“Yes!” she moaned. “Fuck. Yesssssss!”
Miriam raised her hips off the bed, grinding her pussy against my mouth, and my eyes almost rolled back in my head in ecstasy. I slid one finger and then two into her, and she bucked against them. When I started thrusting them in and out of her, she cried out and cursed.
My tongue was battering her clit so hard and fast I thought that either might have come flying out of us at any moment. But then she came. Her legs were much stronger than they looked, and when they clamped around my head, I thought my eyeballs were going to pop out. She hollered, bucked, whimpered, and then eventually went slack.
I pulled myself up until I was kneeling again so I could catch my breath. I even ignored the mix of my saliva and her juices dripping off my chin.
“Damn, Dee,” she said, coming around at last. “You really know how to wake a girl up.”
“Well, I couldn’t just have you lying around all morning,” I said. “We have work to do.”
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And we did do work.
We took a shower, made love, showered again, fed the dogs, and ate breakfast first, but we did do work. In fact, between the bouts of kissing, we were actually very productive. We were so productive that, after an early dinner, we decided we could take the entire evening off of studying and relax in the pool.
We changed back into our bathing suits, and I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. It was getting cooler into the evening, but not uncomfortably so. Regardless, we each took a bathrobe, just in case. On the way out, I remembered the whistle and the command sheet, tucking them into the pockets of my robe.
As before, Max and Arthur escorted us to the pool. It still creeped me out a little, but I had to admit that their organization was impressive. And now that I knew their names, they didn’t seem so threatening.
Miriam set the beers down on the deck next to the loungers and said, “That’s really hard to get used to.”
“Huh?” I said. She nodded toward Max and Arthur.
The dogs sat just on the other side of the flower garden that ringed the pool on the far side of the fence. Their stare was unnerving, but I realized I hadn’t fed them.
“I’ll be right back,” I said. “I think they’re hungry.”
I tried to take a shortcut across the soft grass, but Max and Arthur seemed insistent that I take the garden path. It was weird, I thought, that they should be dictating the rules to me, but maybe they had been trained to keep those they were guarding to well-lit areas. I got to their feeding area, and when I bent down to get their food, I felt something nudge my butt. I looked back and saw Max poking his long snout against my bottom, sniffing.
“Hey!” I said sternly, turning around. “Knock it off.”
He ignored me and, now that I was facing him, nuzzled through the front of the robe. I gasped as his cold nose pressed against the thin skin of my bathing suit. For maybe a split second I thought of letting him continue, but then again what was I thinking!? I pulled the whistle from the pocket of my robe, but I didn’t even need to use it. As soon as they saw it come out, both dogs were sitting at attention.
“That’s better,” I said, as if they could understand me. “Don’t get any big ideas.”
I fed them quickly, and as they began eating, I hurried back toward the pool. On my way, I was haunted by the thought that I would even entertain the idea of letting a dog lick me. It was a dog. But that hot breath from his nose had felt pretty nice. No! It. Was. A. Dog. Gross!
After latching the gate and testing it, I sat down in the lounger with my robe still on and my arms across my chest. Miriam, not oblivious to my body language, asked, “Dee, are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” I said. When she raised an eyebrow and nodded toward me huddling in my robe, I added, “Those dogs freak me out a little.”
“Right?”
“Anyway,” I said, taking a deep breath and shedding my robe. “I could go for a dip.”
I popped open our beers, and for almost an hour, we floated and talked. We talked a little about where we were from and what our families were like, but mostly we talked about love and how strange it can be. As the night went on, the air got cooler and the pool started to feel too cold.
“You wanna go back in?” Miriam asked.
I smiled and said I had something better in mind.
The hot tub was at the corner of the pool area farthest from the house and shielded from view by a solid wall on the outside, trellises thick with morning glories on the side facing the house, and a roof that protected the area from rain. On the solid wall was a switch that turned on a single overhead lamp. Along this wall were also hooks on which we hung our robes while waiting for the water to heat up. When we finally got in, I instantly relaxed. Miriam, too, let out a long sigh of pleasure.