I wrestled Katie onto her back, made some kind of silly "I'm happy" noise and made for her lips. I hovered above her face a second and saw wonder in the beauty of her eyes. I then moved close and suckled each lip individually, running my tongue underneath. The faint taste of cum was wonderful from her mouth!
"Damn, that was nice," I had to say aloud. "Wanna... just lie here some more while I recover a little?"
"Yeah," she said, "we can just lie here for a while and hug."
We did just that for a long time, and we talked. She apologized for being too straight-laced in high school. As we talked, my hand worked its way from the small of her back and underneath that infernal t-shirt. I caressed her back and shoulders and began a slow journey to her bottom. Here, I rubbed, and farther down I rubbed. I skipped my palm and fingertips over the bright white orbs and the valley between them. And I traced a line along the valley and pressed inward toward at the end of the line. There was no need to probe for wetness. It was there on the surface. I removed the finger almost right away, my getting things out of order.
"It's OK," she whispered. "That felt really nice."
And we kissed again.
"Let's get this shirt off you, huh? And... would you like me to cover up?"
My sweet Katie didn't speak. She raised herself and then she raised her arms. Excellent. I sat up and made it a slow unveiling. I knew one nipple would taste of me and I was eager to suckle it. Both breasts came into view at the same time. Then her underarms. Once I saw them, things went into slow motion. I kept raising the shirt but i brought my face toward the nearer underarm and inhaled audibly. It was wonderful! Her deodorant was certainly there but also there was that sweetness with an edge of muskiness or maybe soft acridness, a smell that's not unlike what's left behind in a scented panty. I tickled her there with the tip of my nose and drew in all I could gather. My dick wouldn't be soft long. I wanted to lick her there but didn't want to lose my sense of taste to the bits of aluminum-God-knows-what that would be there. Once the shirt's neckband cleared her head, Katie finished the removal but kept the arm up.
"Remember downstairs when I mentioned I knew someone like you?" she said.
Her soaking wet panties came back into mind.
"Yeah," I said in a way that Eeyore might.
"Ditto. But... well, not now."
Katie lowered her arm and began a slow visual survey of my body. Though not hard, I was damn close to being that way. Once she was back at my eyes, she carried a new smile, one I'd never seen. On any other girl it would mean nothing short of fucking will do. Then there came the most wicked smile ever to grace a bedroom.
"Have I mentioned I get kind of wet?"
Not a lot was said after that.
In almost gymnastic form, Katie's moved the towel under her bottom and stretched out on her back. I got my side and laid my head on her shoulder. For untold minutes, I simply caressed her. She brought her lips to mine, and when I couldn't stand it anymore I rose to my hands and knees and went straight to her nipples, tasting a little saltiness from the first. I brought them into my mouth and tongue-flicked and suckled in noisy fashion. I pushed her arms over her head and stole sniffs and light kisses from her beautiful, almost perfectly smooth underarms. Her moans were as frequent from these as from the nipple play.
And they were pretty nice nipples when aroused! She fondled one as I kissed the other. I watched her knead it and rub light circles over it with the tip of her thumb. I mimicked the demonstration, first with fingers and then with lips and tongue-tip. And she let me know it was good. I repeated and varied the motions for each nipple, and then licked a line down to her tummy. I could never resist deep "inny" bellybuttons, and hers I licked and lightly prodded with a pinky.
I looked up for permission or encouragement -- or maybe just to gauge her excitement -- and saw that her head was turned to one side, her nose almost touching the underarm that I had so enjoyed. She saw me looking. And she parted her legs for me.
I was still over her belly when she did it, and I could absolutely, positively hear the wetness. It was the sound of a lingering kiss Ah, and then I smelled it. I could see only the wispy pubic hair and the tip of her clit. I kissed her midway between bellybutton and mound, the first of a three-kiss journey to her pussy. It was rich and magnetic and my mouth actually watered. I caressed the insides of her thighs and moved the hand up and around the short pubic hair, not touching where I most wanted to be. I heard Katie moan softly, and it was the cue I was waiting for. About midway down the open labial smile, I rubbed two fingers, first on one side and then the other. Her legs open father for me and I slid a single finger inside the wet opening and curled upward inside her in search of the ridge of her g-spot. I withdrew and put two fingers inside and let my thumb come to rest atop her clit.
Katie sucked in a liter of air as I circled around her tiny penis with the thumb. So hard it was! I slowly removed the fingers from inside her and brought the wetness to the beautiful erection. I sized it between thumb and fingers, making something of a pussy for what was the near-equal of the tip of my pinky. Moans became cries. Still lying beside her, I kissed the curl of pubic hair and drew in a big, big breath.
"You don't have to," she whispered, petting the back of my neck. I stayed where I was and whispered back.
"Wouldn't miss this for the world."
I moved into position between her legs and looked up at her while pushing each thigh a few inches farther apart. We shared a great moment in each other's eyes and then I looked down. The majesty was dumbfounding. The clit, a grand helmeted pole, was just the beginning. Her pussy was fully open for me and glistening without need of anyone's saliva. I dived in.
I found myself swallowing every few seconds, and I thanked God for my long nose. It massaged the clit while my tongue darted around her opening. She was sopping wet and I couldn't get enough of the taste. I lapped her pussy like a damn dog even. I've no idea how long I stayed there. It could have been as little as 60-seconds. She lost herself in moans and cries and that's when the real flavor came! My nose was running circles around her clit when she squirted right into my open mouth. Never had I gotten this much!
"Oh my God," I said after swallowing the first mouthful. There were lesser but continuing gushes that appeared as boy cum but had a taste all its own. Girl cum is the freshest, purest-tasting thing there is, and there was a lot of it. She continued to writhe as I sucked the river's source in what unexpectedly became the best oral sex I'd ever known. And she was loving it too! Her finger joined the party at the end. The gushing ended and she lay back, still breathing hard and quick. She reached down and rubbed my head tenderly. I laid several kisses atop her pussy and along the insides of her thighs. Wet thighs. I crawled up her body and laid my head on her chest.
"That was the best time I ever had doing that," I whispered. "I don't want to be tacky but you taste really, really good." And I looked up for a response.
Her open mouth formed a smile.
"I've always been embarrassed about how wet I get, especially at the end."
"Don't be," I said. "Don't be. I loved it. It's wonderful"
I straddled my Katie's hips and brought the tip of my nose to the tip of hers. I figured there was no way she'd be turned off by her own smells and I was right. Nor was she turned off by her own flavors. Quite the contrary. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers. I tasted her anew. I tasted me. She rolled me onto my back and crawled aboard. She was one happy, quivering girl!
I had questions but they could wait. What she said shed at least some light on the high school dating. With a "problem" like hers, making out in clothes is an actual problem. Hard to keep things from mom, I guessed. And seat wetting. When a couple years later I finally first saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show, I thought of Katie when Janet sang of the seat wetting problem. Poor Brad.
We cuddled a long while. I closed my legs and wriggled some to align our pubic mounds. Her breathing returned to normal. I stroked her back and sides. My cock began to rise again, and as it inflated it came to rest against her warm pussy. She opened her legs just a little to let it channel nicely, something like a hotdog in a bun.
"I'm apparently enjoying this a lot," I said. "It's fine to just lie here, really"
I absolutely meant it. My cock grew harder and was now pointing straight up and pressing along the length of her pussy. More blood flowed into it and harder it pressed against her there. Warm, wet. Until that second, I had been happy with where we had been. Hell, we could leave a couple things for next time, I thought.
"Maybe," she said, lifting her head and almost grinning, "Maybe we can just rub it on the outside."
She rose from my chest, putting even more backward pressure on my cock -- making me grimace and her jump a little in reaction to my curious facial expression and perhaps how the extra pressure was making her feel. But whatever it was, she rose enough to let my cock begin to pivot. And the head lodged squarely -- roundly -- into her opening! The head was almost home. What we shared next was the most memorable mutual eye gaze I was ever to know. It's unbelievable the amount information they can bring. With this one, she told me she was a virgin but I could be the first, and I told her that'd be just fine but we don't have to do it right that second. And we actually undocked and the head slid up between the oil-rich petals but it stopped quite suddenly. We both looked down. Yeah, was caught by her clit. I reached down and grabbed hold of my shaft and I massaged its head with that wondrous appendage of hers. She took the cock from my hand and guided it in her own patterns. She pushed against it harder than I did. And I felt how stiff it was! She had a cock of her own, this woman of wonder, and her excitement was growing slowly and steadily. I HAD to be inside her! I couldn't reach my pants. The pocket. It carried three condoms.
"It's prominent, isn't it?" she said.
"That's one word for it."
She let my cock come to rest against my body, and she knee-walked closer, settling atop it. I could see just the almost purple head. And then she began a slow forward and back slide. I pinned my elbows at my sides and raised my wrists in seeking her hands. She accepted them as bridles and then rose up to a proper riding position. Much better, she agreed with the eyes. And she rode me! It felt almost as though we were doing it. Her breasts were alive as they swung and bounced. I summoned one with an open mouth and she delivered the other. Mmm.
