We spent several hours exploring each other’s bodies and getting each other off over and over until we collapsed in sheer exhaustion. At nearly four in the morning, neither of us could hold our eyes open and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
– – – – –
Alyssa and I slept in until about noon on Sunday and then she went home shortly after we had woke up. Jim had already left for the day to be with his friends and my parents were puttering around the house which gave me some time to get my homework done.
At about five o’clock, my parents informed me that they were going out to dinner and I had to fend for myself. I had just pulled out my cell phone to order a pizza when I heard the front door open.
“Hey Jim, does a pizza sound good for dinner? Since you love me so much, I’ll even let you buy.”
“Where’s the parental units?”
“They’re out… Does pepperoni sound okay?”
He paused for a moment.
“What was going on in your room last night?”
My jaw dropped open… Oh, Shit.
I didn’t have many options here, but the only one I could think of was the classic standby… deny, deny, deny.
“What are you talkin’ about?”
“I got home about one and I heard some faint moaning coming from your room.”
Busted.
“At first, I thought you had somehow snuck Mike in, but then I realized… He’d just get a hotel room and you’d lie and say you were staying at a friends house.”
I looked down sheepishly.
“Then, I heard two female voices. Alyssa was in your room with you, wasn’t she?”
Denying didn’t seem to be working out very well, so that left only one option… come clean.
I took a deep breath.
“She was.”
We both sat down at the kitchen table and there was a long, uncomfortable silence.
“I figured you weren’t happy with Mike’s… you know… But you going all Lez… Well, I didn’t see that one coming.”
I shot him a dirty look.
“I’m not ‘going all lez.’ I still like guys.”
“So why are you doing this then, I’m just trying to understand.”
I paused for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. I wasn’t even sure what Alyssa and I were doing, much less my reasons for doing it. If I couldn’t personally reconcile my feelings, how could I even begin to explain them to my brother?
“It’s just something we both want to explore together. She’s my best friend, I trust her, I feel safe with her, and…”
I felt a tear stream down my cheek. Why was I getting so emotional about this?
He looked sympathetically into my eyes.
“Well, as long as you’re not going all diesel dyke on me.”
I shot him another dirty look and then my face broke into a big smile.
“You’re such as ass.”
He grinned.
“I know.”
We shared a few moments of comfortable silence.
“You’re not going to say anything to anyone, right?”
“I think Mom needs to know about this, or maybe Father Patrick so he can start work on saving your soul.”
I broke into a big smile.
“You’re an asshole.”
“I’ll make you a deal, give me some details about what’s it like when you and Alyssa are together and I promise, mum’s the word.”
He then stuck out his tongue and flicked it. My brother is just that disgusting.
I smiled.
“Don’t even go there.”
I thought for a moment.
“How about if I tell you about when Michael and I are together. You know, how much I love that big, huge, throbbing cock of his.”
A sour expression broke on Jim’s face and it was as if he had just thrown up a little in his mouth.
“You and Mike together is the last thing I want to hear about. And I know you’re lying anyway, Mike’s hung like an infant.”
We exchanged little smiles.
“If you’re done prying into my personal life, can we order the pizza now?”
“Sausage, double anchovies.”
I smiled.
“God, you’re disgusting.”
Day 3
It was Saturday night and Alyssa and I were naked, in her bed. For the first time since our first night together, I was a little nervous. We had agreed to take things slow, yet there was a steady progression to our sexual intimacy. We had touched ourselves in front of each other and then touched each other. Now, it was time to take that big, last big step… and that was a bit scary.
My boyfriends had been going down on me for years, so I was used to it and I knew what it was like. However, Alyssa had never experienced it and I was going to be her first. It was as if we could read each other’s minds and we knew where the night was going to take us. Finally, Alyssa broke the silence.
“You look really nervous and we don’t have to do this yet. I promised you we’d take it slow, so we could just touch each other, again.”
I took a moment to ponder her words.
“It’s not nervousness, it’s anticipation.”
Her face broke into a wide smile.
I could tell this was something she really wanted. We had revealed to each other earlier that we had both tasted ourselves. Yet, this was a whole other experience. She had taken the lead from the beginning, and now, it was my turn to step up.
“I want to taste you, Alyssa,” I said huskily.
“Really Mel? Are you sure?”
I leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth.
“I’m positive, honey.”
I press my body into hers as we kissed harder. I could feel her hard nipples press into my breasts. While my mouth explored hers, I moved one hand to her stomach, and the other to the inside of her thigh.
She quickly opened her legs to give me better access and I could immediately feel the heat which emanated from her vagina. I broke our kiss, moved lower, and took her hard brown nipple into my mouth flicked it with my tongue.
I heard her gasp as I ran my fingernails over the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. She ran her fingers through my hair and I could almost feel the desperation in her touch.
She was breathing so heavy, it almost sounded like hyperventilation.
“God Mel, I want to feel your mouth on me.”
I open my mouth and her nipple popped out. I moved upward and gave her one last hot kiss on the mouth before traveling down her body and nestling myself between her open legs.
I could really smell her sex now because of the close proximity, and I could see the droplets of moisture on the brown lips of her vagina. She had such a beautiful pussy, like an open, wet flower just after a rain.
I wasn’t sure where to begin, so I decided to draw on my past experiences of when guys went down on me. She let out a low, guttural moan when I gently bit the inside of her thigh and her hips started to slightly buck at my delicate teasing.
She was beginning to jerk her hips more noticeably and I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her still. Then, I extended my tongue and sunk it into her vagina.
I looked up between her legs to I could witness her reaction. I watched her eyes rolled back into her head.
“Oh Fuck, Mel,” she moaned.
She tasted distinctly different than me. A little bit wilder maybe, or a slight bit gamier, but God, so incredibly good.
I pressed my tongue in and out of her more rapidly in a sharp, stabbing motion and her pelvis bucked harder and it took all of my strength to hold her still so I could keep my tongue inside of her. Her juices were now running out of my mouth and down onto my chin.
I felt her tense up and she began to shake violently. I immediately withdrew my tongue because I know how sensitive I get after I orgasm. Looking up from between her legs, I waited until she came back down and her senses were back about her.