My last phone conversation ended with Valerie saying, "We need some alone time...you know I'd be perfectly happy if it was just the two of us for the whole weekend." Then she giggled, "I wanna put you to work...in the bedroom...we may not sleep much!"
I had those words running through my head as we left Champaign, and most of the way there. As my buddy was dropping me off, she shot out the front door, wearing the Illini hoodie that I gave her. It's safe to say we both noticed that she was looking damn good...way better than I looked in the hoodie.
Dave echoed my thoughts with a big grin, "Bastard...your weekend's already better than mine...you can always call me if you need some help with her."
I shook my head, smirking, "She is hot...but somebody's got to do it." That's where I decided to be a jerk, and grinned, "Did I tell you the parents are on a cruise...and it's just the two of us!"
"You are a bastard...I might pick you up around 6 or 7 on Sunday, but I wanna hear every fucking detail!"
I grabbed my bag, laughing, "See you then...thanks again for the lift."
Before he drove off, Valerie smiled, and waved, "Yes, thank you for giving him a ride."
As he headed out the drive, she planted a big kiss on me, and I dropped the duffle to wrap her in my arms.
My hands cupped her ass, and I pulled her tight, returning the kiss with my tongue probing deep.
When our lips parted, she was so giddy, and lifting the hoodie, with the sexiest damn smile, "Sweetie, I'm so excited and happy you're here...I really wanna do it right here, but dinner's ready...and then dessert! You're gonna love dessert!"
Soaking up the sight of her breasts, I eventually collected my thoughts, "I know I'll love it...and just wanna say that hoodie looks good on you."
Before she pulled the sweatshirt down, I admired her breasts, perky with prominent, upright nipples. Her tits were just heavy enough, to form that delicious bottom crease and give you the sexy jiggle and bounce...the sexy dance.
We were both young, and in that first-serious-relationship mode...sometimes we'd fuck until we passed out from exhaustion. I remember one particular weekend when her parents were out of the country, and I spent almost a week at her place. I can't remember how many times we screwed, but it was a lot...one day it was six times...we were young and loving every second. We weren't quite that amorous this particular weekend, but it was steamy and memorable...enjoy!
Feeling very adult, I snagged a couple beers from her dad's fridge in the basement, and when I came up I handed her one as she pulled dinner from the oven. The sweatshirt was gone, but she'd replaced it with a tight, little blouse that highlighted every curve...still no bra, just gorgeously rounded breasts that scrambled my brain.
Anxiously looking forward to what was sure to happen...the dessert, we devoured dinner and almost raced to the bedroom.
As soon as that tiny skirt and panties hit the floor, I sat her on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Grabbing hold of her deliciously rounded ass, I pulled her up to my lips and inhaled the arousal, groaning with satisfaction. Right out of the gate, I found my dessert between her legs, gently probing her folds, and loving how she tasted on my lips.
Spreading her open and pushing inside, I dragged my entire tongue up through her pussy, savoring the juices.
With my arms wrapped around her thighs, I kept her spread wide, giving me room to work and great eye contact. I always enjoyed watching her face...it's incredibly erotic to see the pleasure in her face.
Her clit was out and ready, but I couldn't pull my myself away from digging deep into her tiny slit. I was gentle but focused, as she thrust her hips into my lips, driving her pussy onto my eager tongue.
She squealed with pleasure as I consumed her pussy, and I knew I had her on the brink, but I paused looking directly into her eyes. "Cum for me...I wanna feel it on my tongue...wanna feel you cum on my tongue!"
Feeling her fingers laced through my hair and driving my face into her pussy, I listened to her moans grow, "Ohhhh...ohhhh...oh my god!"
After countless hours between her legs, I knew exactly what she needed and I went for it, devouring her clit with my tongue.
With her legs draped over my back, I pulled her tighter against my tongue, and she gushed, "Hooooolyy shittttttt!"
I remember her tiny clit had swelled solid within the tight folds, almost reaching out for my attention. I was flicking it back and forth with the tip of my tongue.
Once I focused and picked up the pace, she moaned louder, "Ohhhh...ohhhh...Robbbb...Robbbb...mmmm, keep that up...keep...keep...keep that up...ohhhh...ohhhh...godddddddd!"
When she cut loose, it felt like an explosion. With her body convulsing from pleasure, she screamed my name, a simple raw reaction that echoed through the house.
After that first one passed, we were maybe fifteen minutes into some very heated making-out, but I was still beaming with pride. I felt like I had refined my cunnilingus skills with Valerie. Every orgasm I could give her made me feel like a stud, giving me this sense of accomplishment and confidence.
When I trailed my lips over her neck, and dug my fingers into her breasts, she reached some state of euphoria, but I didn't stop there. I started fingering fucking her, and I was ready to get the lube, but she put her hand on my chest and with the sexiest smile, pushed me to lie back.
With her juices still on my face, Valerie scooted up to where her thighs sandwiched my face, and my second dessert was within reach. I looked up with a big ass grin, before pulling her down onto my mouth and digging in.
I went easy at first, barely brushing her clit...just playful teases, here and there, but then she started grinding. That was incredibly exciting and telling, because once again I knew where she was at.
She moaned, "Rob...Robbbb...ahhhh...ahhhh...I need this...so bad...I could hardly get through dinner...soooo gooood...that's so goooodd!"
In remember it was about there, where I felt her taking it out; she'd reached back and started working my cock. Slowly stroking her hand up and down, she moaned, "Mmmm...that's my dessert...thick...and tasty!"
I was ready to give her another and decided the teasing was done, rolling my tongue over that tiny bud with one thing in mind.
Her moans were loud, "Ohhhh...god...right there...fucccckkkkk...right...right there...keep it...up...keep it up!"
I didn't have to wait long before she stopped stroking me, and I felt her body tense again. Within maybe ten minutes of the first one, she was having another orgasm, "Oh godddd...make me cum againnnnnn!"
She was out of her mind and panting, as my tongue called the shots. I had her in the clouds, with her body shuddering and nearly screaming with pleasured moans.
My tight grip on her waist was the only thing keeping her on my face, as she worked her way through it.
Once it subsided, she rolled off next to me, catching her breath. With that being her second, I laid there feeling like a total stud...a cocky-as-fuck pussy expert.
Still in the aftermath, her legs were spread wide, and her pussy was wet, glistening with nectar. It was hard to ignore, and I was ready to dive in for another round, but she whispered, "No more tongue, sweetie...no more...it's too sensitive."
