The next week flew by, work, eat, talk, and making love. Sometimes some nice, clean, dirty sex. All with the woman I had secretly hoped to find again since my high school days. Darejani had been my secret love back then, and I was hers. We were in love back then, but in a relatively chaste way. We kissed as much as we could, but because of her very strict Iranian father, even kissing was a huge risk for her. Anything more was unthinkable. And then, after high school, she was gone from my life. And she stayed gone for six years, living her life and me living mine. Until she looked me up through my alumni association and got a job at the same magazine I worked for. Seeing her again blew my mind. By that night, after meeting for drinks, I was ready to break it off with my girlfriend of two years (and presumptive fiancé) and also ready to ask Dar, as only I called her, to move in. I did wait on that, though. Three whole days.
For the next few weeks, life boiled down to those four basics: working, eating together, long talks about all sorts of things, and sex of many varieties. I don't even think I turned on the television once since she'd been here.
Dar had been a virgin, and she was very eager to make up for lost time. She'd do almost anything, almost any fantasy, and in the brief time we'd been together, Dar had been a very naughty girl, which worked out, because I was a very naughty boy. I even took her to buy new underwear and some sexy lingerie. That led to a hot fuck in a large fitting room at the shop we went to. We met a sexy, understanding saleswoman who gave us some privacy. Dar loved wearing her new bras and panties as opposed to the plain functional underthings she had worn before. She got a real charge, especially when she wore lace. It wasn't too bad for me either.
Wednesday night, after dinner, while we talked and cuddled, Dar said "I think I want to go back to the lingerie shop Sunday. There's a few things I should have gotten when we were there the other day." Bullshit, I thought. She's been thinking about the saleswoman there since she let Dar and I have sex there. She had let us know pretty obviously she would love to join us, and Dar was intrigued. Personally, I was all for it, as long as it was something she really wanted to try. I'd done it a few times back in college; sometimes it went well and other times it didn't.
"You don't fool me. You're interested in Jean."
"Perhaps." Softly. "Would you mind?"
"Am I involved? Or is this a you and her experiment?"
"Preferably, you're involved. I think I'd need a little moral support."
"Seriously, either would be fine with me, though I think if it were you and her were to go it alone, I'd wonder. Let's face it, sex is all new to you. You're like the kid with the key to the candy store. You want to try everything. I'm not knocking it, honey. In fact, if you have even the slightest doubt about us because you need to take some time to discover yourself, we should discuss it now before you get moved in. No anger, I promise. Find out who you're supposed to be."
Dar looked stunned. "Are you serious? Let me tell you something, Mickey. I went to the trouble of finding you not because I just wanted to see how you are, or to meet you, fall in love with you, and leave you two weeks later. That would be unbelievably cruel. Am I capable of that kind of behavior?"
"No, of course not" I said, feeling like a grade A schmuck.
"Anything we get involved with will only be for both of us. I'd be too afraid to talk to a woman over a sexual relationship if you weren't there. I love only you, Mickey, and I'm not going to fall for anyone else. After we parted, I prayed to god, and I prayed to die. My father didn't marry me off, thank goodness, and then he died, and my mother freed me. For her and for me, it was a miracle, something I'm ashamed of feeling, but it's true. So for these last four years I prayed to find you. But I had to go to school first, two years late. And I found you, and you weren't married, and most of all, you wanted me back. I'd be a fucking idiot to screw around with that, baby." I felt like a fool.
"I'm sorry" I said. "Really sorry. I was really trying to give you an out if you wanted one."
"Do you need an out, Mickey? Do you regret having done this so precipitously?"
"Dar," holding her face in my hand. "I've found you. I'm not letting you go, not without a fight. Just not going to happen. I love you"
"And I love you, Mickey. Now, no more words about 'outs' or regrets. But what about Sunday at the shop? Should I call tomorrow and see if Jean will be there?"
"I would. You want her to get the sale, right?"
"I want her to get more than just a sale. I want all three of us to have a great time."
I wrapped my arms around her and Dar wrapped hers around me as we kissed. Her lips were so warm and moist, even with her lipstick removed (she hadn't been allowed to wear lipstick back in the day, so tasting her lips with lipstick was a new experience for us). Oops, here came that pesky erection again, poking Dar in her thigh. She smiled while we were kissing, even giggled, and took my cock in her hand, saying "Mmmm something for me to play with. Lean back baby. I want to take care of you tonight. But you know what I want you to tell me." She had that look she gets when she wants to be very naughty.
"I want you to suck on my cock, nice and slow, treat me like a king and service me." This was a new variation on how we talk when she's being submissive.
Dar smiled and said "As you wish, my king. I'm going to give you the best blowjob you've ever had."
"That's a lot to live up to. Let's see if you're up to it, wench." She knew this was a game, and that this was the only time I would ever treat her like this, during sex. We both enjoyed it.
Dar responded by gently stroking my cock in her hand, slow and soft, and I settled back to just enjoy myself and let her have her fun. I love it when a woman loves giving head. It makes a great experience into an amazing one.
She kept playing with me, gradually increasing her pressure and tempo, and I sighed as this general good feeling came over my body and mind. She brought up a pearl of precum and she flicked out her tongue fast as lightning to scoop it up. Deciding she liked the taste, Dar then kissed my cock all over, from the tip, working her way down, covering the shaft with gentle kisses all over, and then doing the same to my balls. It felt delightful and my cock throbbed in her soft hand.
Then she licked me all the way from my balls back up to the tip where she squeezed another drop of my fluid to the top and this time she touched her tongue to it and pulled her head back so the sticky fluid formed a long strand which eventually broke, most of it falling on her from her chin to her chest.
I squirmed around on the couch, very turned on from the total eroticism of the moment. Dar was just so damn sexy even when we just hung out. When her sexuality was 'on', she was like a sex demon. She dove down on my cock in a quick, all encompassing motion, taking me all the way down, as far as she could go. She gagged a little as she reached that place in the back of her throat so she backed off about an inch. She then used her tongue to massage the underside of my cock and I let out a long moan of pleasure. "You're definitely giving me the best blowjob I've ever had" I grunted. "You're a very dirty girl, and I love you. I love how you treat me, in every way. Oh, god, that's so fucking good....".
Dar held her head still but she kept sliding her tongue along my cock. My right hand fingers got entwined in her hair as she milked me in her mouth. My hips were rising from the couch as I got close to the point of no return. If I didn't stop her now, I was going to cum. "Baby, I'm almost there."
