Note: This is chapter four of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.
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CHAPTER FOUR – Sunday Morning
Jana and I had slept in the same bed dozens of times, but I had never awoken to her mouth sucking on my left nipple.
I looked up and it was like a dream. She was on all fours over me, her breasts on my tummy. Her warm, smooth thigh was pressed tight against my pussy. Her soft hand was caressing my right breast. Her blonde hair draped across my neck.
My body, it seems, had been awake for some time. It was already ready.
I turned my head toward the window. The sky was just beginning to lighten up on the eastern horizon. I remembered that it was just after dark when I climbed into bed. I had slept a long time.
We had always been comfortable with cuddling and being naked around each other and things like that. We had even petted a little one drunken night during our Freshmen year at college.
But this was new. I decided immediately that I liked it.
Her kissing and sucking my nipples had them both fully erect. She would go from one to the other, sucking, nibbling, licking, kissing... The feeling was especially nice from her full lips and without a scratchy beard, and there were other subtle differences as well. She just knew how to do it, like she was responding to the way that my body was responding to her.
Her thigh against my pussy was firm and steady, moving ever so slowly against me.
"Good morning." I said.
She looked up at my face, "Good morning to you too. I wondered how far I could go before I woke you up. I was hoping for farther."
She pushed up to her knees. Her big, beautiful breasts naked in the half-light.
She lay down beside me. Her hand on my tummy, her leg draped across my thigh.
"You slept hard."
"It's been a weird couple of days." I replied as I stretched my arms above my head.
"How so?" she asked, as she lightly brushed my nipples with her fingertips.
"Well, let's see... I find out my boyfriend has a pantyhose fetish - and evidently, so do I - and he has a submissive streak. My best friend called me an emotional cripple for not throwing myself at a black man – a total stranger – who, evidently, would have thrown me to the floor and fucked me silly if I had only said 'boo' to him. And then, my best friend gave me the best kiss I have ever had in my life, and I really, really liked it. So evidently, I am a lesbian."
"That's three 'evidentlys' if you weren't counting." I said.
Jana laughed. "Well, that is a lot of 'evidentlys' to take in, in just 24 hours."
"Best kiss ever? Really?" she asked, her smile beaming.
"Until now." I replied. I turned toward her. My libido humming.
She leaned over and we kissed. And with apologies to The Princess Bride, it was the Best. Kiss. Ever.
Her full lips were soft and moist. Her tongue fluttered just out of reach. Just the right amount of pressure and movement – not too soft, not too hard, not at all frantic – just absolutely perfect.
She broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. "Better?"
"Perfect." We kissed again. And again and again and again - her hands roaming lightly over my body. My body responding eagerly.
"Don't stop this time." I said.
"I have no intention of stopping."
And she didn't stop, but time did.
I said earlier how I love being a girl, how I love feeling feminine and girly, and this was the ultimate.
She kissed and nibbled and licked me just perfectly in all the right places. Behind my ears, the nape of my neck, that spot just below my breasts, the backs of my knees, my wrists.
She bit my nipples, sucked on my clitoris, used two delicate fingers to open my pussy, danced her tongue lightly over my anus, squeezed my breasts, kneaded my butt, and kissed me on the lips over and over and over.
She had a way of moving me around the bed delicately, but firmly, so that it never felt like I was being manhandled. It was all so girly and sweet. But make no mistake – she was having her way with me – dominating me in the most feminine and sensual way possible.
At some point, as I was lying on my tummy and she was pressing her tits against my back, it occurred to me that maybe she had done this before.
She knew exactly what she was doing. She was gently, slowly, coaxing an orgasm out of me.
I was still on my tummy, with one leg bent way up toward my chest and my other one straight down, my pussy wide open from behind. She was behind me with her breasts pushed against my back. She was kissing the back of my neck and behind my ears, whispering sweetness into my ear.
"Your tiny little pussy smells so good it makes me crazy. It smells fresh and sweet and earthy. It tastes even better. Licking your pussy is my most favorite thing in the world. I could suck on your tits forever. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world to be here with you. I love you so, so much. I would die to please you. I want you to feel loved and wanted and adored." She whispered.
She was rubbing my clitoris and vulva while gently pinching my swollen clitoris between her fingers. Her thumb was pushing gently against my anus but not pushing in. She had worked her other arm between my neck and shoulder, down to my breasts, where she was pulling at my nipples and squeezing by breasts.
I could feel my orgasm rolling in like the tide. Softly, slowly, intently, building in waves.
I thought to myself 'this is what heaven must feel like'.
My orgasm peaked slowly but intensely, as she rubbed my pussy just a little faster and a bit harder. She was pinching my nipples firmly and grinding her tits into my back. I moaned and squirmed and pleaded with her not to stop.
It was a whole new kind of orgasm for me. I've had my share of orgasms in the past, from both men and self-inflicted, but this was different. I think it had a lot to do with trust and love, along with how skillfully it was done. This was all new to me.
My description of it doesn't do it justice. Not even close. It was sublime.
When my orgasm finally subsided – it felt like it went on forever – she knew just how to slow things down. She lightened up the pressure, slowed everything down and ever so gently withdrew her thumb, massaged my breast softly, petted my pussy lightly, so that even though my orgasm was finished, I was still incredibly turned on and ready for more.
I turned over to face her. We kissed passionately. I could taste my pussy on her lips. I liked the way it tasted.
"That was the best I've ever had." I told her honestly.
She kissed me hard and we continued kissing for several long minutes. When we broke, I looked at her beautiful face. She had soft tears in her liquid blue eyes.
"Why are you crying?"
