He wasn't able to see her for two weeks, but she texted him naked pictures of herself. First, her boyfriend was in town, then she was out of town. Finally, they arrived at a mutually acceptable time, and he was able to leave work early, saying he had a doctor's appointment.
The day was gray, the lowering clouds full of unspent rain, and her curtains were closed, the lights dimmed. This time she greeted him in a floor-length white robe, which she let fall open when he came in the door. Before he took off his shoes, she came up to him, light reflecting off her glasses.
"My hands are cold," he said.
"Then warm them up on me."
It was warm inside her robe, and warm in her apartment, and her mouth was warm too.
Finally she let him go to remove his shoes, then go into the bathroom to take off his clothes and leave money on the counter.
"Nice poster," he said, nodding at a large poster in the living room, from a Frida Kahlo exhibition.
"You know about Frida?"
"Not a lot, but some."
"I love her. I went to art school." She shrugged. "Now I'm a stripper. And your whore." She stepped out of his reach.
There were candles and music he didn't know in the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and he stood between her knees. She started sucking his cock, occasionally looking up at him. Somewhere she'd taken her glasses off, and her large dark eyes gleaming in the candlelight. Her hair was down, and he pushed his fingers into it.
She pulled him down onto the bed with her.
"I brought condoms this time," he said.
"That's nice." Her mouth sought his, her tongue probing, retreating. "At the moment, I really don't give a fuck."
He didn't answer that, just dug the fingers of one hand into her ass and squeezed a nipple with the other.
They rolled around on the bed for a while, trading superior positions. One moment, she spread her pussy lips over the long shaft of his cock, riding it back and forth. The next he was teabagging her, covering her mouth with his balls, a little tense as she sucked first one, then the other, into her mouth. She tightened her lips over them, and the anticipation of pain that never quite materialized set the flesh between his scrotum and his anus buzzing.
Eventually she ended up prone, head on her arms, as he spread her butt cheeks apart and pressed his tongue to her ass.
"Hmmm," she said. "You like butt holes, don't you?"
"I guess. I've never really had the opportunity to find out."
"And you just got inspired by mine?"
"I see girls doing to each other all the time in videos. Everyone seems to like it."
"Porn isn't real, you know."
"Believe me, I know."
"Oh, my God, that feels good."
He ate her ass for quite a while.
"I want to put my finger in."
"No. Put it in my pussy. I like fingers in my pussy."
