“Now I know what those girls were talking about,” she says. “You taste good, Joe. Next time, will you come in my mouth?”
“Next time?”
“This isn’t the only time we’re going to fool around, is it?”
“I haven’t thought about it. I hope not. It’s your turn now. Get on my bed, on your back.”
Christina gets on her back as she climbs onto my bed. I pull her butt to the edge as I kneel before her. The aroma coming from her vagina is intoxicating. In the locker rooms, guys have bragged about licking a pussy, but I never thought I would have the chance to do it myself.
“Let me know what feels good, Christina.”
Starting at the base of her hole, I slide my tongue upward along the edges. I got an A in biology, so I know anatomy, but I don’t know which parts to touch to pleasure her. Her vagina is shaved, with a small patch of pubic hair on her pelvic mound. When I get to her labia, she grabs my head and pulls my face upward. Christina jumps when my tongue touches near her clit. Then, she pulls back the skin, exposing a round bulb, so I lick that too…and she not only jumps but groans.
“Did that feel good or hurt?”
“Good. Very good. Put it in your mouth and suck on it.”
I do as I’m told, and Christina’s legs wrap around my head and squeeze.
“Put your finger inside me, and push up.”
Sliding my finger into her slippery hole, I push up. I find a spongy area that is apparently sensitive. Her hips buck, and her butt rises off the mattress as she lets out a loud groan. In the next instant, she collapses. Afraid that I’ve done something wrong, I jump on the bed and try to revive her.
When her eyes open, she inhales sharply, “OH F…man, that felt good. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.”
“Are you okay?”
“Okay? I’ve never been better. Holy cow, that was incredible.”
“You’re really wet down there now. Do you mind if I taste your cum too?”
“Mind? Joe, you’re welcome to spend as much time as you want down there.”
With that invitation, I get back on my knees and slurp the cream seeping from her vagina. I’ve never tasted anything like it. It’s addicting, and I want more. I slip a finger in to coax more cum from her, which causes her to buck her hips again. Then, getting the idea that she likes the way that feels, I simulate a cock and use my fingers to have sex with her.
“OH! Fuck! YES! Don’t stop, Joe. OH GOD, that feels good.”
Shocked at her using the F word and taking the Lord’s name in vain, I slow down.
“Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing!” she demands.
The next time she uses the F word, I find it more stimulating than repulsive because I know I’m turning her on. So, I keep pumping my fingers into her like a cock until she comes again. This time she doesn’t pass out, but she grabs my hair as I bring my lips close to her opening to consume her nectar.
I really want to have sex with her at this point, but I don’t have any condoms. So, I make a mental note to buy some. I’ll have to figure out later where to hide them.
“Joe?”
“Yes?”
“I want you inside me, but I can’t get pregnant. I really, really want to have sex with you right now.”
“Me too. I’ll make sure to get some condoms for the next time.”
Crawling onto the bed, I lie next to my girlfriend and kiss her. We embrace, and when her tits smash against my chest, I come again, making a mess of my sheets. Looking at the clock, it’s almost five. I’m hornier than a rabbit, but I’m also famished.
“I thought I would hurt you when I stuck my fingers into you and broke your hymen.”
“You didn’t hurt me. In fact, it felt incredible. When can we do this again?”
“I don’t know. Tomorrow?”
“After church?”
“Church…shit! OH! Sorry, I didn’t mean that.”
“It’s okay. With what we’ve shared, some dirty talk isn’t going to hurt. In fact, it kind of turns me on.”
“I’ll remember that. But, church. How am I going to explain this to my minister? He’ll kick me out of the church for sure.”
“Maybe we should keep this to ourselves,” Christina suggests.
“Yeah. Maybe. We certainly can’t tell our friends about it.”
“Are you kidding? We breathe a word about this, and the gossip will spread like wildfire. No way we tell anyone. Deal?”
“Deal.”
We lie together for a bit longer, enjoying each other, before we decide to get up and get some dinner. I grab my clothes from the floor and prepare to get dressed when Christina gives me a puzzling look.
“What?” I ask.
“I don’t have anything to wear. I can’t put my suit back on because it’s wet, and if I put my t-shirt on without anything on underneath, everyone will see my nipples.”
When she says ‘nipples,’ my cock pulses. I vow then and there to abandon the clinical terms for our body parts and talk dirty when I’m around Christina.
“It won’t be that bad. Put it on, and let’s see.”
Christina slips her thin t-shirt over her head, and she’s right: you can see her areolas and nipples plain as day. Not only that, but you can see the outline of her breasts too. My insides burst while looking at her nearly-see-through top. I can’t hold myself back; I pin her against my bedroom door. When I attack her lips, her arms fly around my neck, and we kiss. My hands roam up her sides to her tits, and I give them a squeeze. She moans in my mouth, causing my cock to pulse again. I slip one hand down low and slide my finger into her pussy as I hold her tit with my other hand, and we make out. Christina wraps one leg around my waist and stands on her toes with the other. When she tenses, fluid floods my hand, and I know she has come again. Our kissing becomes less frantic, and she puts her other leg on the floor.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I tell her.
It feels bizarre using the F word, but her face tells me it’s okay. Giving me a huge smile, she says, “I guess I will have to dress like this for you more often.”
“Please?”
“For you, babe, anything. But I’m not going out in public like this.”
“How about wearing one of my t-shirts? Would that be okay?”
“I think so. We have to shower before we leave, though…we both smell like sex.”
“Is that bad?” I ask.
“Not when it’s just us, but you want to smell like sex around my dad or brothers?”
“Uhh…not really.”
“Yeah, me either. Let’s take a shower.”
“Okay…together?”
“Uhmm…sure, why not?”
We step under the hot stream when the water gets to the correct temperature. I wash Christina, and she washes me. We fool around a little, but I’m afraid if we do too much more, I won’t be able to keep my cock out of her, so we hurry up, dry off, and get dressed. Knowing she’s naked under her shorts and my t-shirt is a little much for me, but I console my hormones by telling them that we’ll have another day and time to continue where we left off.
After eating dinner, I take Christina home. We luck out because nobody is home. We arrange to see each other at eleven o’clock tomorrow. That will give us both a chance to attend our meetings, get home, and change. I’m picking her up, and then we’re going on a drive. Or so, that’s the plan. We say goodbye in the car, and Christina bolts into the house before someone sees her.
On my way back home, I stop by the drug store to get some condoms. I feel like everyone is watching me until I convince myself that I’m just being paranoid. Looking through the available assortments, I pick a couple of different types so we can decide which we like best.