"Close your eyes, I want this to be a surprise" she said, pushing me down onto the bed. We were in Dana's dorm room, the wall above the bed covered with movie posters and magazine cutouts. Leah, her roommate, had left for her Friday chem lab15 minutes ago, so we would have some privacy for the next hour and a half. I settled my head on her pillow, which always smelled of vanilla, like her hair, which made me think of our first shower together after an early Saturday practice, which made me smile.
She pouted at me. "C'mon, close 'em. Don't you wanna know what it is – the surprise?" Her pout turned into a wicked smile that was gone in a flash. The pout came back. "It's your loss, whatever" she said as she turned away, the hem of her white eyelet skirt floating up to mid-thigh.
"Ok, I'll close my eyes. Here, see?" Behind closed eyes, I imagined my hand on her thigh and my cock stirred in my shorts. It was early October, but still warm enough that the students could wear shorts and tees during the day. I had on just that, and Dana wore a vintage U2 tanktop, ribbed and braless, that clung to her breasts. I hadn't noticed if her nipples were hard. If they were, I might be in for a good surprise, I thought. We had only been dating for a month, but that was long enough to learn to read her nipples. I risked a peek, but her back was to me, as she scrolled through the songs on her iPod. I'd have to wait and see.
Heavy guitars poured out of the speakers on her dresser. I could feel her move to the side of the bed, and her flip flops made a dull thud as they hit the floor. Her words were hot on my face as she spoke. "You know how I went with Leah when she got her nails done?" I nodded. Leah was big on manicured nails, a Thursday ritual, but didn't own a single bottle of polish. "Did you know they did other stuff, too?" Dana climbed onto the bed next to me, but her body didn't touch mine. Her voice was further away now. "Leah told me one night, after a party, how great they are, and how much she likes it." Her foot nudged my left hand. I took hold of her ankle and caressed the smooth skin of her calf, sliding higher, past her knee and up to the hem of her skirt. My other hand did the same, almost involuntarily. Dana inhaled sharply and stood so her feet were outside my shoulders.
"So, anyway, when she told me, I was like, hmm, Cal might like that." My fingers had gone as far as they could reach, halfway up the outside of her thighs. "But I didn't know. I mean, I didn't even shave until this summer, and never like this." Her hips came down slowly, agonizingly slow, and my hands rose along the swell of her hips to the curve of her ass, then on to her waist. No panties, not even the thongs she bought "for my eyes only." I was finding it harder and harder to keep my eyes shut, with her bare bottom hovering over me. She shaved her bikini line, but had never gone totally bare. Dana also thought that anything other than my hands or cock near her pussy was gross, no matter how hard I tried to convince her.
"Leah convinced me to try. She knows these things, somehow." Her hands grabbed my elbows and pulled me out from under her skirt, and I frowned.
"So what is this surprise, then?" I played along, already having a pretty good idea. Leah was more sexual, and far more experienced, than Dana, so what she said about sex usually became gospel. I hadn't complained yet; she had been right every time so far.
Dana crouched further, almost sitting on my chest. Reaching out, her hands took mine for support and she lowered he knees to the pillows surround my head. The hem of her skirt lay across the bridge of my nose. My eyes stayed closed, miraculously. She released my hands and pulled her skirt up to her waist. Bending backwards, her hips pushed forward, bringing her pussy just above my mouth. "No hands, no eyes. Just..." She was reluctant to say it. Her breathes came faster, and I wore a pained expression on my face. The anticipation was going to kill me if she didn't say it – or anything. "Be gentle. Just tongue, and no biting."
I wanted to see her, the look in her eyes, pursed lips, straining nipples. But more than that, I wanted to taste her. It was the only thing I wanted but wasn't allowed to do, until 3 seconds ago. I inhaled the musty scent of sex, and could tell she was excited. With my tongue I traced the line where her thigh meets her crotch, and it tasted like her scent. I realized she had been excited about this probably since she got waxed yesterday. It must have killed her to wait until I had finished a paper for this morning's class before we could see each other. Slowly I moved from one side up to the other, leaving a U-shaped trail and avoiding her clit.
"That's... nice" she whispered.
I moved my head from beneath her and said, "Are you ready?"
"Uh-..." was all she could muster before I had her entire clit in my mouth, sucking lightly in between flicks of my tongue. She panted, and the faintest moan escaped her mouth. Dana was near-silent during sex, so I was encouraged. Her weight shifted forward, and she braced herself against the wall behind my head. Her clit shifted away from my tongue, and I was greeted with her bare pussy resting on my mouth. Smooth and slick, I had never felt a pussy so wet. Gently I licked as far as I could and repeated, increasing in speed and pressure, and eventually adding pressure from my lips and whole mouth. Dana was still stifling moans, and her thighs shook lightly when I pushed my tongue in her. I looked up at her, and her eyes were half closed, mouth open, and one hand was eagerly twisting a nipple through her tank. Not wanting to disrupt her pleasure, I slid down the bed so my feet rested on the floor, and pulled her hips down to me. She moved willingly, now on all fours with her naked ass in the air. Once covered with whispy red pubes, Dana was now bare from lower abdomen to her asshole. My saliva had mixed with her wetness, as it slowly dribbled down her thigh.
