We'd just finished a nice long fuck, me and my girlfriend Luna. I'd ridden her from all different angles for at least a good 20 minutes, waiting to hear her moans reach that familiar pitch. I figured I was being a good boyfriend by waiting until my lady had her orgasm to enjoy mine. But, in the last few weeks, I'd been growing suspicious that Luna was keeping something from me. It all started when I read a book called BONK: THE CURIOUS COUPLING OF SEX AND SCIENCE by Mary Roach. Not only does Ms. Roach provide evidence that very few women ever cum from getting fucked, but she provided a clear, scientific guide to knowing if a woman's had an orgasm: the color of her pussy! Maybe I'm a little paranoid, but when I read in GQ magazine that 100% of women have faked orgasms at least once in their lives, I began to wonder if my sweet, shy little Luna was keeping something from me.
Not that we don't have a close relationship. Even though Luna is Chinese, she's 24 and has had a few sexual partners before me, so I didn't feel like I had to be supercautious about making sure she was comfortable and happy. I assumed she would just tell me. Besides having some experience, Luna is gorgeous, 5-9 with B-cup breasts that look heavy and full on her slim frame, long slim legs to wrap around me, and a beautiful confident smile. Sexy girls aren't shy to tell a guy what they want, right? Um, right! Maybe.
Anyway, so I had this doubt, and I was determined to put it to rest. With my mouth nuzzled against Luna's cheek and my arms around her I whispered, "did you cum?"
"Hm? Oh, yes. Didn't you notice? I came. "
"When did you cum, baby?"
"When you were fucking me. I came really hard, you didn't notice?"
"Nuh-uh, I didn't notice." Using the back of my hand, I gently stroked the curly soft fur between her legs, "are you sure you really came?"
"What do you mean? Yes, I'm sure. You don't believe me? Come on, stop that, stop touching me."
"Stop touching you?! Stop touching this pretty little pussy? Why would I do that?" I rested my warm palm full on her mons and squeezed very very gently, massaging downwards. I don't know why Luna shivers when I do that, but she does. Her cheeks got pink and she looked down at the pillow next to her.
"Why do you think I didn't cum? "
I shifted my position so I was perpendicular to her, with one arm and my torso draped across her thighs, and my other hand still rubbing and petting her mons. I kissed her thighs, saying, "because I didn't touch your clit, and I didn't notice you touching it either."
"But... Oh, no, it doesn't matter," she sounded lame, like a kid caught in a dumb lie, "no, I came. I did."
"You came just from me fucking you?"
"Yeah. Didn't you want me to cum?"
"Of course I do. I just don't think you did," and then I parted her thighs, and took at look at her pussy. A freshly fucked pussy, dripping wet and relaxed, is a beautiful thing to see. The only problem was that this pussy's color looked very familiar. Before we fucked, I gave Luna a nice handjob to get her interested, and I noticed then that the very center of her pussy, her little hole, was dark pink, and the outer lips were lighter, warmer pink. Her clit hood was dark pink but the clit itself, erect and begging for attention, was so light pink it was almost white. And there it was again, swollen and excited, and everything the same color. I was furious!
"A-ha! I knew it! Your mouth can lie all it wants, but your clit tells the truth! You didn't cum!"
"What?" and then Luna got quiet, and she bent in half to look at herself, "is there something wrong with my pussy?"
"Not wrong at all, but it's telling me you didn't have an orgasm yet."
"But... not really. Really? Really?! Oh.... How can you tell?"
"So you admit it!"
"Well.... I mean.... I'm sorry. It's not that you weren't doing it right...."
"God damnitt, Luna, why didn't you tell me?!"
"Because I was shy! I mean it doesn't mean it didn't feel good, it's my fault I didn't cum."