This is the story of a week-long visit by my very sexy friend and lover, Carmella. They are numbered for convenience, but can be enjoyed in almost any order. -Emmerson
The next day was all about relaxing at home. I had showered first. By the time Carmella emerged from the bathroom; hair wet, t-shirt and sweat pants clinging to her still-damp body, I had Bloody Marys waiting.
She took hers eagerly. "Breakfast of champions."
"So I'm told." We clinked glasses and she took an appreciative ship. I stirred mine with the celery stalk before popping a green olive in my mouth.
We sat at opposite ends of the long couch, our legs extending toward each other, crossing over at the ankles as if we'd been doing it all our lives.
I picked up the remote and brought the 60-inch to life.
One of the streaming channels was running an old Russian science fiction piece of trash. We laughed all through it, playing footsie along the way.
When it was finished, I felt I had to apologize for making Carm sit through, "such self-important, Soviet-era indie crap."
"Doesn't matter. Oh my god, that scene between studly Commander Leonid Volkov and fendom queen Colonel Alisa Nikolaev always makes me wet." She rubbed the front of her baggy sweatpants.
I crawled up her legs, kissing the damp spot at her crotch before sliding to kiss her on the lips. Her tongue slid into my mouth before she sat back. "Shit, baby, we could fast forward to that part!"
"What?" I tried to look horrified as I lowered my head to kiss her nipples through the t-shirt. "And lose all the artistic integrity? I think not."
Carm laughed, lifting her shirt over her head to display the small tan nipples on her perfect 30-year-old breasts. "I guess we can be artistic on our own."
I felt the blood starting to fill my penis which was creeping down one leg of my shorts. "And we won't need subtitles." I kissed her collar bone, then one nipple, feeling it firm up in my mouth.
Carm ran her fingers through my hair. "Da," she chuckled.
I moved to the other nipple, pulling it deep into my mouth as my hand slipped into her sweatpants. Her pussy was quite wet and already hot to the touch. I let my fingers stroke up and down along her lips.
"Oh, da, baby. Da, da, da." She humped her hips on my hand. "Hey! I'm bilingual!" She smirked.
She gasped when I grabbed the waistband and pulled her pants to her knees. "Hey! I'm cunnilingual." I dove my face onto her thin strip of pubic curls.
She started to laugh, but was caught in another gasp as my tongue barged between her lips, plundering her clit. I drank in the heady smell of her arousal before lowering my mouth to the opening of her hot vagina. I licked deep into her. My thumb found her clit and pressed it in slow circles.
Carm's hips responded with matching rotation. "How do you do that? You get me so hot so quickly."
I responded by letting my tongue and fingers swap places. I licked her clit with long, slow strokes as my fingers worked deep into her tight hole.
Carm groaned, bending her legs up, she flexed her pussy onto my face.
I could see her juices and my saliva were pouring from her pussy, running down between her legs. With two fingers in her cunt, I let my pinky follow the slick trail across her perineum to her tightly puckered rectum. I pressed my finger gently on her dark star.
"Ooo. Nice. You've never done that before, baby."
Speeding up my attention to her pussy, I pressed more firmly at her back door. I heard her exhale and felt her relax. The tip of my finger slid in.
Carm wiggled her ass as she cooed. "Oh... oh. Easy, babe. Let me..."
I kept my pinky as steady as I could while still licking and finger fucking her cunt. She lifted her hips, pushing her ass onto my finger.
"Oh my god, so good," she moaned. But then she slid back, pulling herself off my fingers, both from her ass as well as her pussy. "If we're going to do this, darling man, let's do it right."
She jumped to her feet. "I'll race you to the bed!"
Even holding up her pants with one hand, she had a significant lead. By the time I dashed into the room, her pants were in a pile by her feet, leaving her completely nude. She was holding up the pink plastic bottle with the screw on cap. She rocked it back and forth.
"The label says 'vaginal lubricant.' Do you think it works... elsewhere?"
