Jo’s hands pressed my head into her pussy as she writhed and spasmed. I continued my assault on her clit, wanting her to enjoy her orgasm as long as possible. My efforts paid off, and Jo crashed into another, even bigger orgasm, writhing and twisting as she lost herself in the throes of the sensations overwhelming her.
I felt a gush of hot fluid hit my chin as Jo suddenly went limp, her thighs loosening their grip on my head as her head lolled to the side and her hands fell off my head. I moved down to greedily lap up her juices, savoring the taste as I cleaned her up. I eased myself out from between her legs and crawled up to lie beside her as I let her work through her afterglow. I looked down at her face, seeing the absolute look of bliss on her face, and knew I had given her the ultimate pleasure.
While I waited for Jo to recover, I considered how compatible Jo and I were as far as the sex went. Her enthusiasm made it easy for me to accept my sexuality even after losing the love of my life. As much as I enjoyed bringing Jo to orgasm and Jo returning the favor, it was just lust. What was missing was love, and I despaired that I’d ever find it again.
Before I got too maudlin, Jo opened her eyes, and a smile split her face. She said, “God, Ray! That was incredible!”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Oh, I did. Give me a minute, and I’ll return the favor.”
Jo’s eyes drifted close, and I reached over and cupped her cheek tenderly, wishing our relationship could move beyond ‘friends with benefits.’ However, Jo had made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t one to enter a monogamous relationship, and she knew I wasn’t ready for one anyway. In any event, I appreciated having Jo willing to share my bed from time to time to relieve the pressure.
“Maybe someday I will be able to love again,” I whispered softly, more to myself than out loud.
Shortly, Jo’s eyes opened again, and I leaned in and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue. Before the kiss got too hot, I sat up. I then clambered onto my knees, straddling Jo. I crawled my way up until Jo’s face was below my pussy. I grabbed the headboard to steady myself as Jo grabbed my hips and guided my pussy down to her mouth.
I looked down between my thighs and thrilled to see Jo’s face as her tongue began laving my pussy. I fell into those blue wells as her ministrations sent impulses shooting throughout my body. I started panting as Jo’s tongue worked its magic, working its way between my folds, finding the spots that drove me crazy. Whenever she hit a spot that shot hot pulses through my body, I’d gasp, “Oh, God, Jo. Right there!”
Jo’s hands slid off my hips and up my ribs until they grasped my breasts. As the additional impulses from her kneading my breasts and pinching my stiff, aching nipples between her fingers, I started grinding my pussy into Jo’s face, trying to get more friction and bumping my clit against her nose. Our gazes were locked, and I could see the lust in Jo’s eyes as I was sure she saw that same lust reflected in my eyes.
As much as I loved seeing that, I realized that what was missing was the look of love that Steph and I had shared when we looked into each other’s eyes as we drove each other to orgasm. I immediately clamped down on that thought, not wanting to cheapen this moment with Jo. It wasn’t her fault I was as messed up about love as I was, so I pushed those thoughts away and relished what I had with Jo.
I quickly reached the edge, gasping, “Oh, God, Jo. Yes!” as I ground my pussy against Jo’s mouth, urging her on as I surrendered to all of the sensations zinging through my body. My vision started graying around the edges as I was carried away by those sensations. I barely noticed when Jo sucked my clit into her mouth and started sucking, licking, and nipping it, sending me screaming over the cliff into a free fall, my body spasming and thrashing as I lost control of my body and fell into my orgasm.
I screamed and gibbered, not able to form words as I reveled in the sensations zinging through my body. I let go of the headboard and sank down onto the bed, moaning my disappointment that Jo’s mouth was no longer on my pussy. I gave in to the rush of the dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin being released as I collapsed into a heap.
I was barely aware of Jo’s arms wrapping around me as I worked through my orgasm. I fell into the abyss of complete and total bliss …
… I slowly became aware that I was spooned up against a body, and I eventually opened my eyes and saw two beautiful blue eyes looking back at me. As soon as I could move, I leaned in and captured Jo’s lips with mine as my arms went around her and pulled her tight. As our mouths opened, I could taste myself on Jo’s lips and tongue, and I pressed in, wanting to savor everything. When we broke, I gasped, “God, Jo. That was incredible.”
“Good,” Jo said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Give me another minute, and I’ll show you my appreciation,” I returned.
After a minute or so, I kept my promise, and Jo and I enjoyed several more orgasms before we wore ourselves out and fell asleep …
… My first day in seventh grade was quite a shock. I had been expecting to attend Parley Coburn Junior High along with what few friends I had from sixth grade, but my parents had decided to send me to Notre Dame High School, a Catholic school, instead. They must have felt I’d get a better education there even though my two older brothers had been outstanding students at Parley Coburn Junior High. They had also hoped that a change of scenery might help me overcome my shyness.
I had always been shy and reticent when it came to making friends, and I usually just kept to myself, not attempting to make any friends. What friends I did have were due to their outgoing personalities and how they would persist in including me in their activities despite my wish to be left alone. I knew some kids thought my not socializing with them was due to aloofness, but that was far from the case. I wanted to participate, but the effort to make the first move was just something that I could not do. I was resigned to being lonely for the rest of my life.
Dad dropped me off at Parley Coburn so I could catch the bus from there to take me to Notre Dame. I managed to avoid having to sit with anyone as I spent the trip looking out the window at the unfamiliar scenery. After what seemed to be a long ride that was probably not that long, just all new, the bus pulled up in front of the school entrance. I got off the bus and was surrounded by students of all grades, not knowing anyone. We were all similarly attired, having to wear what amounted to uniforms. However, there was enough variation that we didn’t look exactly alike. Like me, all the girls wore white blouses and navy blue skirts below the knee while the boys wore white shirts with navy blue ties and navy blue trousers.
The nuns directed us to our homerooms, preparing us for our first day of classes. We were lectured about the rules and how we would be expected to conduct ourselves while in school. Other than everything being run by nuns, what stood out as new for me was that we’d be changing classrooms for each subject instead of having all our different subjects taught in the same classroom.