I booked us into a double at the Comfort Inn. Shug and I took our bags into the room. I'd just set mind down when he gathered me into his arms. He kissed me with a passion and warmth that set my head spinning.
In moments we were naked and lying in the double bed farthest from the window. Shug had left the lights on. I could see every feature of him as he lay himself down above me. He kissed me, beginning at my lips, then my forehead, temples, ears. He buried his face in my neck and I could feel his lips probing and pressing. Slowly and deliberately, in complete silence, he worked his way down my body. He paused to suckle at my breasts, sending those lightning shock through my body as he tongue my nipples. My hips rose and fell, my pussy flooding with anticipation.
Shug pressed his lips to my ribs and then to my belly. His tongue squirmed into my naval, creating a series of strange pulses that surged through my body. His trail of kisses continued downward, his tongue pushing into the top of my bush. I took hold of his head and lifted him away.
"Shug, don't," I said.
"Why not?" he wanted to know.
"Because," I told him. "It's nasty."
"Didn't Eric ever kiss you there?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No, of course not."
Shug smiled, his eyes brilliant. "You don't know what you've been missing." He pressed downward, again.
"Shug, don't," I insisted.
"Caroline," he whispered. "This is you. This is your body. Here is your essence. It is warm and wonderful, and I'm going to love tasting you. Please. Let me. You'll see. It will be wonderful for you, too."
I released my grip on his head, closed my eyes and lay back, surrendering to him, prepared to yield to his desire. His lips pressed against me. I tossed my head from side to side. I really did not want him to do this. It was so alien to me, a mouth there among the odors and dankness. I was grindingly self-conscious.
A jolt of energy fired through my body. It felt as if a flow of hot gel had been shot through my nervous system. The warm liquid enveloped my pleasure center. I groaned with the exquisite energy. My hips involuntarily fired upward.
Shug backed away. I felt abandoned.
"You see?" he whispered softly. "Isn't it wonderful?"
His fingers spread me apart. He renewed his oral attack on me. I shrieked as his lips encircled my throbbing little button, his tongue alternately rough, then smooth, chafing, then slickly sliding across the nub. Sparkles exploded in my brain, and I suddenly realized that these were the stars people claimed to see. There was a roaring in my ears, while my arms convulsed and my hands sought something to grab for support. I clenched the bedclothes and wailed as Shug continued to alternately lick and suck on me.
His hands slid under my backside, and I felt him raise me upward. Suddenly, something drove into the entrance of my hole and I realize he had stuck his tongue in there. It wiggled and I screamed. I pressed my muscles against him, wanting to capture the tiny invader and hold it. My hips thrust toward him in a rapid motion, imitating the action of a violent fucking. I bellowed and wailed as the sensation ripped through me. The orgasm was as thrilling and electric as any I'd ever had. But, still, it felt almost peripheral. Deep inside me was a longing, a vacancy I desperately wanted filled.
"Inside me, Shug," I demanded. "I've got to have you deep inside me."
Shug stopped his ministrations, released my ass, and raised himself above me. He kept my legs on his shoulders, bending me almost double as he reared up. His member pressed into my sopping pussy and slid with slick easiness into my waiting quim. Here was the occupant to fill my aching vacancy. His cock touched base and I groaned at the sensation of being filled, penetrated and complete.
Shug began slow undulations, withdrawing, then re-inserting. I wriggled under him.
"Not slow, Shug. Not now. Later, maybe. Now I need you hard and fast."
My lover complied. He fucked me like a man possessed, with speed and force. My hips met his every thrust. I cried out, begging him to continue, demanding he do me, urging him to prove his manhood. Shug pounded into me, his eyes glazed, his face a grimace of effort. In spite of the coolness in our room, we were both sweating with the exertion by the time our screams and groans coincided and Shug poured himself out into me.
Later, as we lay in the golden afterglow, both our bodies still shining with the moisture of our labors, I smiled at him and asked, somewhat out of breath, "Is that what you call making love, baby?"
Shug chortled. "Well, at first, maybe. But, I don't know, Caroline. With you, it always seems to descend into just fucking."
"That thing you did, you know, down there, with your mouth?" I asked.
"Yes," he grinned at me. "When I ate your pussy?"
I felt myself flush. "Yeah," I nodded. "It's embarrassing."
"Is it?" he said. "But it's nice, too, isn't it? It makes you excited."
"Yes, it does that, I guess. But..."
"But, what, Caroline?" He leaned over and kissed my shoulder.
"Isn't it nasty?"
Shug rolled over on his back, spread his arms out and laughed aloud. I looked appreciatively at his strong, young body, stretched out in front of me.
"There are more germs in your mouth," Shug said, in his oh-so-reasonable tone, "than your pussy. Did you know that?"
"Really? How would you know that?"
"Med student, remember? Med students, especially guy med students, have a natural curiosity about such things."
I nodded. "Still," I persisted, "it's nasty."
Now Shug rolled back toward me. His eyes looked into mine. "It's oral sex, Caroline. Some people believe it's nasty. Some people believe any position other than man on top is nasty. You proved the fallacy of that this morning, didn't you?"
I nodded, still not convinced.
"Personally," Shug continued, "I like it. I like the feel of the soft, damp skin. I like the way you react. It's fun for me."
"So, you don't think it's gross," I said.
"Not for me," he said, rolling onto his back again. End of discussion.
I wasn't convinced but, we were done talking about that, I could tell.
We must have fallen asleep. When I awoke a few hours later I was covered with the blanket from the sheet. I started, looked around and realized I was alone. I sat up in the bed and looked around, taking several seconds to orient myself. I called out to Shug and got no answer. I crawled off the bed and checked the bathroom. Shug was gone. A strange fear gripped my gut. Had he left me? Was he gone for good?
It couldn't be, I thought. His pack lay on the other bed, the zipper open and articles leaking from the opening. On the long dressing table lay a hastily scrawled note on the chain's stationary. "Gone for a run. Be back soon." The tightness in my abdomen relaxed. I took a deep breath, then released it slowly. I didn't like the implications of my own anxiety.
I decided to shower while I had the chance. I luxuriated under the warm spray, cleansed my body and hair, then stepped out of the shower.
When Shug returned I was seated in front of the mirror, the dryer blowing on my hair. Shug walked in the door, his face covered with the sheen of his exertion. His T-shirt hung damply on his lean frame. I smiled at him.
"I thought for a second you'd run away," I said over the hum of the dryer.
Shug shook his head. "Uh uh. I left you a note."
"I found it, finally. Not before I got scared you were gone."
Shug knelt down in front of me, his bright, blue eyes gleaming. "What, and give up my ride into St. Louis?" he chuckled. He bent down and kissed my knee. I felt that stirring down there.
