Immy

I first met Kimmy through a mutual friend and she instantly made an impression on me. Literally - we first met at a local concert and as she surfed overhead I got beamed with an army boot. But when we finally got talking, I didn't mind the potential concussion. She was a cool girl to know; smart, pretty, funny. It turned out we had plenty in common and plenty to talk about, but as far as I could see our relationship was one of friendship and nothing more.

It's not that I didn't find her attractive. Quite the opposite, in fact; my view of beauty has always been a little more left field, to the more "alternative" looking girl. Kimmy certainly fit that mould. She proudly wore her thick-rimmed glasses, hiding sparkling green eyes behind them. Her naturally blonde hair was usually tied up in ponytails, hanging down and resting on her shoulders. She had curves in all the right places, but what I noticed quite early on was every time she laughed you could see a shining silver stud on her tongue. I once asked her why she got it. She told me she'd seen Pulp Fiction and wanted to see if it really did add more pleasure.

Sex was a subject we talked about, and she was pretty matter-of-fact about it. I found that kind of a turn-on, and on one or two occasions my mind did drift off to visions of her impressive breasts encased in a tight T-shirt (ironic slogan emblazoned across the front, of course) and similarly tight jeans holding the large round curve of her ass. Kimmy filled out in all the right places, so you'll forgive me if I found her stimulating from time to time.

That first night was quite memorable, as is always the case. I met a number of friends at a gig featuring some local bands. In truth, a lot of these bands suck, but you've got to support your local scene, and the drink was cheap. It was pretty damn late when the owners finally pushed us out of the building.

"Jesus, I'm fucking cold!" Kimmy yelled with her usual restraint.

"I bet you are," I replied. She had decided that the best outfit for a cold October evening was a bright yellow T-shirt that barely covered her (definitely braless) breasts and a black skirt that may have left more to the imagination, but certainly didn't keep in the heat.

"Give me your coat," she demanded.

"I'm not giving you my coat," I said.

"Give it!"

So I gave her my coat. I was about to get into a taxi when she asked if she could ride with us.

"Sorry, babe, no room," said Tommy, a man for whom chivalry was most certainly dead. "Guess you're just gonna have to walk. You don't live too far away."

"I can't walk home alone," she insisted.

"Look, I'll go with you," I said. All I wanted to do was go home, but I figured I could walk Kimmy back to her place, get my coat back, and then call a cab.

We waved the others goodbye and started walking. It was freezing, and I was visibly shaking.

"Come here," Kimmy said, opening up the coat. "There's room for two."

I gladly snuggled into the coat. The warmth from both our bodies stopped me shaking. However, I couldn't help but feel that this was a bit too close, a bit too intimate, for friends. Friends? We weren't even that.

I was thankful when we finally got to her building. She handed me back my coat.

"Now what are you going to do?" she asked.

"I've gotta call a taxi and go home," I replied.

"Come on, you can call from my place. Give you a chance to get a mug o' tea in you, warm you right up."

I was certainly grateful, so we walked up to her apartment. It was a pretty small place, with a large central area that included her kitchen, and a smaller separate room that I guessed was her bedroom. I sat down on her couch while she boiled the kettle and made two mugs of tea. She brought them over and sat down beside me, curling her legs up underneath her body.

"How is it? Not too hot?" she asked.

"No, it's great, thanks," I answered.

"Good to get something hot inside you from time to time," she said, grinning.

I smiled and took another mouthful. Just then she placed her hand on my arm.

"Thanks for walking me home. I really appreciate it," she said.

"Forget about it, Kim, it was fine," I answered.

"You really are a nice guy, you know. Don't think I haven't noticed that."

I was starting to blush. "Well, thanks, I-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence as she kissed me. Naturally, I was a little surprised.

"What was that for?" I asked when she moved away.

"Just for being so nice," she said. She sat up suddenly. "God, I'm sorry, I mean, I just thought..."

"Don't worry," I answered. "I'm certainly not upset."

A smile crossed her lips. "No?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Would you mind if I did it again?"

I wondered if perhaps she had drunk just a little too much, whether she really wanted to do anything. I know, I should have just gone right in there, but I think about these things. Probably explains why I don't get laid so often.

"Kimmy, are you really serious? Because I would worry if this is just drink talking, or something." I had to say it, but I tried to choose my words as well as I could. She leaned in.

"Look," she began, "I know you think I'm just drunk, but I really do like you. I have for a while now; I just never had the opportunity to act on these feelings. But now we're alone for once, and I just wanted to..."

I took the initiative this time and moved my head forward to kiss her. Our lips met and as we both applied more pressure, I could feel that stud on her tongue against my mouth. I opened my lips and let her tongue slither in, and she did the same for me.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, Kimmy moved on top of me, straddling me. My hands moved to her hips, then slowly up her sides, caressing the bare skin there. I could feel my penis stirring in my pants, and I'm sure she could too. She broke away from me and stood up. She kicked off her shoes before grabbing my hand and pulling me up. Without saying a word she led me to her bedroom.

Entering the dark room, she turned on a lamp sitting on a set of bedside drawers. She walked up to me and kissed me again. This time her right hand moved down my chest to my crotch. I was getting harder by the second and she was rubbing my erection now. I in turn couldn't help running my hands over her curvy butt, pulling up her skirt so I could feel the skin of her cheeks, then round to feel her mound, growing moist and covered by white cotton. I proceeded to tease her as she was teasing me, running a finger up and down her slit. Small moans guided me to her most sensitive spots before she pulled away from me again.

"Take it all off," she said, a little breathless, before turning around and moving towards her double bed. While I took off my clothes, she pulled down her skirt and crawled onto the bed. She opened one of the drawers, searching for something. Seeing her on her hands and knees, her round ass protected only by the thin fabric of her panties, was almost too much to bear as I moved up behind her. I wrapped an arm around her body as I began to kiss the back of her neck.

"Not so fast, stud," she said. Finally, she found what she had been looking for, a condom. She handed it to me, and I quickly tore off the wrapper. She turned her head and watched me as a placed it over my fully erect dick and arched an eyebrow.

"Mmm, very nice," she murmured. She stayed in that position, on her hands and knees, but with her legs tight together and crossed at the knees. I moved back to my own position behind her, and with both hands began to caress the cheeks of her ass. As her legs opened up, I was able to slide a hand down onto her wet pussy, still blocked to me by her underwear. I rubbed her through the fabric, and as her breathing became more laboured she said, "Nobody likes a tease."

I smiled and hooked two fingers under the waist of her panties, then slowly pulled them down. The aroma of her pussy escaped and filled my nostrils. Her pussy, neatly shaven with its full lips barely open, looked simply beautiful and very inviting. Kimmy tried to move so that the underwear could be removed completely, but I quickly moved up and placed my hands on her shoulders, holding her in place.

"That looks just fine to me," I said, smiling. She smiled back - we were going back and forth, trying to dominate the proceedings and each other. I removed my hands and she dutifully stayed put. The fabric might have been biting into her thigh, but I would soon make her forget.

One hand moved back down between her legs, the other moved under and up towards her breasts, already poking out from under that T-shirt. I pushed the shirt up and off her left breast and began to knead the soft flesh there. Her nipple grew harder and I began to rub it, twist it, gently pinch it. She seemed to be enjoying this, but I knew she wanted more.

I started gently, stroking the outer lips of her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her juices on my fingertips. But I wasted no time, probing ever so slightly deeper, until I could hold back no more. I pushed her lips apart with my thumb and middle finger, then pushed my index finger into her. She groaned and pushed back. Soon my middle finger joined the first. I fingerfucked her slowly, pushing into her up to the knuckle. Her cream was covering my fingers, and I couldn't help removing them to get a taste. She let out an exasperated gasp, but I was too busy enjoying the sweet flavour of her juices. I considered letting her have a taste, and enjoyed the idea of such a wanton act, but while I thought of how dirty that would be she had moved a hand down there, stroking at her clit, before plunging two fingers in, pulling them out and placing them in her mouth, sucking them clean. That pushed me to go even further, and I pushed my fingers into her again, this time moving much faster, and glancing over her clit with my thumb. Her moans grew louder and she moved with an added desperation, but I felt she had been on the receiving end for long enough, and it was only fair that I had some pleasure myself.

I removed my hand from her pussy and placed it on the back of her neck, pushing her head down. She showed no resistance, desperate as she was to orgasm. This new position pushed her ass further in the air and gave me an even better view of her wet welcoming pussy. I lined my cock up to her entrance and swiftly pushed the first couple of inches into her tight slit. She yelled out and then moaned as I began to fill her. Soon I was inside her, up to the hilt. I moved in and out in long, deliberate strokes, filling her again and again. She pushed back on me with every thrust, her heavy breathing and yelping interspersed with a whimpering, "Oh God!" or the occasional shout of, "Oh shit, yeah!"

My own breathing got heavier and more ragged as I too was coming close to orgasm. With one hand now placed on her hip, I used to other to rub on her swollen clit. With one hard thrust I felt her cunt tighten around me. She closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth wide. At first no sound came out, but as her juices ran down her legs and I continued to fuck her through her orgasm, a low moan grew from her belly and got louder. She screamed then became silent as she tried to catch her breath.

While I was happy to see her in such ecstasy, it was my turn. I was very close; with one hand gripping her hip and the other tight on her shoulder I held her in place and began to fuck her even harder. Her slick juices allowed me to moved inside her with ease. I was pushing my way into her as deep as I could. I didn't know if I was just using her now, or even worse, hurting her, but I could see no pain in her eyes as she started to move her body in time with mine, helping me.

I came with one last thrust, deep and hard, filling the condom with my seed as I yelled out. When I was done, my cock returning to its flaccid state, I pulled out of her. I removed the condom, rolling it up and tossing it into a nearby bin before lying down beside her.

"That was nice," she said casually while taking off her glasses. Somehow she'd managed to keep them on the whole time. Her T-shirt followed, before she removed her panties completely. I could see thin lines where the waist had been tight against her skin.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I answered, equally casual. "Actually, I was a bit worried that I might have hurt you there."

"Hurt me? I came so hard I didn't think the bed could handle it," she replied, snuggling up against me. We lay there for a time saying nothing, until I broke the silence.

"So what happens now?" I asked. I was wondering whether Kimmy merely wanted a one-night stand or something more. At that moment, both seemed perfectly fine to me.

"Well, that depends," she replied slowly. "If you wanted, you could get up, get dressed, call a cab and go home."

She looked me straight in the eyes. "Or you could stay. I know I'd like that."

I ran a finger across her cheek, then kissed her. It was a soft, quick kiss, but it said everything I wanted to say. She returned my kiss, then laid her head on my chest. She began idly stroking my stomach with her hand.

"So how is it?" she asked.

At first I didn't know what she was talking about, but I quickly realised as her hand moved a little lower. "It's good," I replied.

"Is it tired after all that work?" she asked, almost innocently. Almost.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" I said.

Her hand continued to move further south, her finger tracing the line of dark hairs that ran from my bellybutton to my penis. The anticipation of her touch was enough to cause a little jump.

"My my, certainly seems lively," she said as her fingers made contact. How different her hand felt compared to my own; it was so much gentler. As my dick grew harder she began to rub the shaft up and down, first only with her fingertips, before wrapping her hand tightly around me. Her grip was firm as she moved in a purposeful rhythm. It felt wonderful, but I wanted to feel more.

"So, are you going to show me how that tongue stud works?" I asked. I was trying to keep control; I didn't want to spurt all over her hand so soon. She looked at me with a mischievous grin.

"That's what you want, is it?" she replied. I nodded my head - for some reason words were failing me.

Kimmy stopped her solid jerking and kissed me. Then she moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and chest, licking down my stomach before she finally reached my pulsing cock. She kissed the tip of it. She was enjoying this teasing, and I knew there was nothing I could say to make her stop. But again, it was the anticipation - I knew what was coming.

She started by kissing my penis all over; this was an extension of the teasing, but one that included plenty of contact. She continued to kiss, but I could feel her tongue darting out from time to time to give little licks to my shaft. Her hand had moved down and was now massaging my balls, and with this new sensation her licks became longer. I could feel the round stud against my cock, cooler than the tongue around it. It almost felt like electricity was coming off it, creating a feeling of pleasure and pain that I wasn't quite familiar with.

I wanted to give her this pleasure in return, and my hand found itself rubbing the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs a little wider and I moved upwards. Her pussy was still moist and I revelled again in the feeling of her warm juices on my hand.

"Are you watching?" she said suddenly.

I looked down. Kimmy stared me straight in the eyes as she lowered her mouth around the head of my cock and began to suck on it. I continued watching her, and she continued looking right into my face as inch after inch of my erection disappeared into her mouth. It was one of the most intense moments of my life.

She finally turned away and closed her eyes as she returned to her work. Her head bobbed up and down slowly as she allowed most of my cock to escape her mouth before slowly swallowing it back down. The room was silent except for my heavy breathing and the sound of her sucking.

Then she moved, placing herself over me so my vision was taken up completely by the sight of her wet pink pussy. Of course, she wanted me to finish what I started, and of course I was only too happy to oblige. I parted her lips with my thumbs, then used them to stroke just inside her. Kimmy shivered and let out a sound that signalled her approval. I couldn't hold back; I had to taste her again. I used the tip of my tongue to continue the stroking my thumbs had begun. Moving in an almost circular pattern, I delved a little deeper, feeling her tightness as she started to grind down on my mouth.

I could still feel that stud as it rolled along my cock. She was beginning to suck a little harder now, and I responded by forcing my tongue in even deeper. I wanted to lick every part of her hot pussy. I could feel her juices as they ran down into my throat. I was trying to put my tongue everywhere at once, licking the inside of her vaginal walls. I took two fingers and roughly pushed them into her soaking twat. She let out a muffled groan and began to suck on me even faster, jerking the base of my prick with one hand while she continued to fondle my balls with the other. With my fingers moving inside her, I focused now on her clit, licking it, then catching it between my lips and sucking on it just as hard as she was sucking on me.

Neither of us was far off now, but I couldn't resist removing my fingers from her pussy. This time her groan was one of disappointment, but I had other ideas, as she quickly realised. I ran my fingers, wet and slippery from her cunt juices, along the crack of Kimmy's ass. I found her small hole and began to circle around it. I pushed my index finger gently inside. She resisted slightly at first, but soon relaxed as I began to stretch her tight little asshole. A second finger joined the first, and she moved with an added urgency, as I continued to suck on her clit and fingerfuck her asshole.

It was at that point that her head moved lower than before. I could feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat and then beyond as she exhaled loudly. With her lips tight around the base of my cock and her incredible sucking I could hold it off no longer. I came hard, spurting my semen down Kimmy's throat to the point where I was sure she would choke. But she didn't, she just pushed her pussy harder against my mouth, until she too came, drenching me in her juices, the vibrations of her moaning around my dick causing one last spurt into her mouth.

She got off me and sat back, wiping her mouth with her hand. The she leaned forward and kissed me. I could taste myself on her tongue and she could taste herself on mine; our flavours mixed together and we both drank deep. She lay on top of me. In the morning we would talk. We would decide where things would go. Of course, we already knew, but at that moment we were spent, and rest was the only thing on our minds.