His face between Erin's splayed legs, Jim examined her crotch. The pink, wavy folds of her labia had opened slightly, releasing a musky scent into his bedroom. Her pubic hair was tidy, a dusting rather than a bush, with a few longer follicles sticking out around her vulva. It was light brown in the sunlight streaming in through the window. There was a large mole just to the right of her clitoris, only slightly darker than the pale skin surrounding it; the clitoris itself was small and oval in shape and was at that moment just a glimpse behind its hood. He hoped to make it stand up more proudly in due course.
Jim extended his tongue and placed the tip in the sweaty, bright white perineal space just below the bottom of Erin's vulva. He pressed his face in close and dragged the full length of his tongue slowly upwards, feeling each contour of her lips as he went. The taste was rich and sweet and acidic. "Uhhhh," she responded. He made an effort to apply extra pressure along the length of her genitals and work a little of his tongue inside her as he went, then released the muscle tension as he reached the clitoris, not wanting to jar her out of her reverie before she was switched all the way on.
Jim himself was also naked, also pale in the daylight, and lightly coated with dark hair except for the unkempt growth around the base of his penis, which grew partially erect as he worked. His wide shoulders rested against her soft thighs. His bare feet dangled off the end of the bed. Erin noticed this, a glimpse over his round buttocks in-between sighs, and thought of the mythical connection between foot size and penis size. It was certainly true in Jim's case, although he wasn't too big. The day so far had proved he was just right. She couldn't wait to have him fill her up again.
For now, though, he continued to busy himself in her crotch. More slow strokes of his tongue along her vagina. Her nipples stood on end, light and indistinguishable in colour from her wide, patchy areolae but for their raised hardness. With each pass, he pushed a little deeper into her as he went, and began grazing her clitoris with his lower lip before returning to home base. It was exquisitely frustrating. She was desperate to be squeezing his cock again, but this drawn-out focus on her was holding her on a sensual plateau, filling her body with incomparable tension. It was a constant struggle between deep comfort and twitchy desire. Blood pumped around her body at an increased rate, heating and enlarging the tissue around her breasts and crotch. Her face grew red and her mouth dropped open, inhaling air in quick bursts in order to stay afloat.
This time, he let his teeth catch momentarily on her protruding clitoris, ratcheting her arousal up a tiny bit further. She was sure she wouldn't come like this, so she tried to relax into the joyous feeling coursing around her body.
Then Jim stopped at her clitoris and closed his mouth around it, and suddenly she felt her orgasm rushing up out of her pelvis, pausing momentarily before he sucked the nub around his tongue and brought her to the very edge.
She pushed at his hair, gasping. "Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop."
"Are you okay?" Jim asked, looking up at her from above Erin's damp crotch.
"Yes. No, I'm just..." She stared into his eyes as she thought about what should happen next. "I want us to come at the same time."
"You want me inside you again?"
"No. No, you have to stop coming inside me." She laughed, but she meant it. "Come up here."
"Okay."
Jim moved her leg out of the way and crawled up to kiss her, laying his body along her side. She tasted herself on him and felt another surge of arousal. I wonder why I like that so much, she wondered to herself. Maybe I just taste really good.
As Erin sucked his lower lip into his mouth, Jim felt his semi-hard penis become fully erect against her hip. With her left hand, Erin reached down and guided Jim's right hand to her crotch.
"Like this," she said, positioning his ring and index fingers either side of her clitoris. "And a finger inside." She giggled. "If you can."
Jim smiled, got his hand in position, and began working at her. His middle finger slipped inside her easily. He worked it back and forth against the upper wall of her vagina while the palm side of his lowest knuckles shifted pressure around her nub. "Ahhhh," she sighed. "Yes, that's..."
She took hold of his penis and pumped it slowly from tip to base, covering the shaft with an abundance of precum. "Ah," said Jim. Up and down went her closed fist, faster and faster. He increased his pace to match hers. They grunted together.
Very soon, Jim felt his orgasm rising again. His foreskin appeared and disappeared inside her swiftly moving fingers. His balls bounced against her pinky knuckle.
Erin flew to the brink. With her free hand, she clutched at her left breast. Jim's buffeting of her genitals creating a more significant churn inside her. Her stomach undulated as she reached for more of his touch with her pelvis, willing her orgasm to come out and meet him.
It was beyond any rhythm now. As if they were attacking each other.
They grunted and gasped and kissed, eyes fixed on their writhing lower halves, mouths permanently open.
When he noticed a damp spot on the sheet under her temporarily raised buttocks, Jim ejaculated three bright white shots of semen onto her stomach. One partially collected in her bellybutton. The others ran down her side, joining their earlier fluids in staining the sheet. Through a haze of full-body bliss, he wondered if she would ever fail to produce such volume from him.
When Erin felt the charged fluids fly down the shaft nestled in her palm and into the air above her body, she came. The warmth on her skin of the second spurt from Jim's erection intensified her ecstasy, and she pushed up against his fingers, ass muscles flexing spasmodically. She cried out at a high pitch. It was her fourth orgasm in twelve hours and somehow attained greater heights than the previous two. Maybe it was being able to actually see his come explode out from his body; to see the physical manifestation of the pleasure her body had given to him. But she had loved the feel of it at the apex of her vaginal canal, too... and as she thought about that, she wanted to feel him come inside her again. Dangerous.
They lay there in the sun, their naked bodies limp against the sheets and each other. Jim's now-flaccid penis lay against her hip, and two trails of semen ran past it, away from her center.
But it was too late. Their future was already decided.
*
When she emerged from the bathroom at Steve's place, where Selma continued to whimper quietly in the other room, Erin took one look at the squarish curve of Jim's jaw, then at the darkness of the lingering night outside, and made an impulsive decision that would change her entire life. It was barely five a.m.; she could walk back in the door to Greg at lunchtime and tell a perfectly reasonable story of late drinking and full-morning hangover preventing her earlier return. So, bag and shoes in hand, she told Jim to follow her into the taxi.
She barely spoke. Jim didn't really know what was happening until they reached his apartment - a small, one-bedroom in Fremont - and helped her out onto the pavement with him.
They ascended the stairs in silence, hands clasped, libidos rising to full heat in anticipation of what was to come. He was about to get the key out of his pocket at the door when she forcibly turned him to her and pulled herself into his body. Her face nestled against his chest, inhaling his scent, while her legs twisted around his in an unconscious effort to bring their genitals together. With one hand, Jim clasped the back of her head and stroked her dark hair; with the other, he ran his hand up and down her body. He was tentative at first, but as she pressed against him more, he grew in confidence until he was kneading her inner buttocks and making her gasp with desire.
She looked up at him and they kissed. It was messy, lustful; the kissing of animal urges.
Jim fumbled to unlock the door and get it open while they attacked each other. They staggered the short distance to his bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, eager to get familiar with each other's bodies. By the time Jim followed Erin onto the bed, the only item of clothing between them was the t-shirt she'd been in all day and night, hiked up to her neck to expose her bare breasts.
As his penis began to poke at her soft thigh, Jim eased up onto his elbows. For a moment they stared at each other. Jim drank in a sight he'd craved for so long, lingering on the stiff peaks of Erin's nipples, full and proud on top of two evenly distributed mounds. They weren't especially big, but gravity had had little effect on them. He cupped one with his hand and ran his palm over it. He noticed no difference in the shape or bounce, no matter what part of the outer breast he was touching. They were smooth, upright, and beautiful.
At his touch, Erin reached for his abs and ran her fingertips through a light covering of hair. His body felt firm and virile. She looked up at his eyes and saw the arousal in them as he groped her chest. It was too much, that look of utter fascination as he gazed upon her.
"Get inside, get inside, get inside," she said, scrambling to manoeuvre his cockhead into position. She placed the tip a quarter-inch inside her, grabbed his hips, and pulled. Jim sank in deep on the first attempt, suddenly engulfed in her liquid warmth. The pink tissue of her vagina fit snugly around him and lubricated them both. She pulled the t-shirt up over her head and off her arms so she could be all the way nude with him.
His stomach, above her a moment ago, was now pressed up against hers, and the intense intimacy of this fact blew her mind. Because Erin had fantasized about Jim, too, many times, usually idly, occasionally with rich imagination. It was never like this, though, skin joined and illuminated a faint yellow from the sunrise through the curtains.
Jim leaned forward and kissed her. His penis, still at bottom, wanted desperately to fill her with come. But it was only an hour since his last orgasm, and he thanked this fact for enabling him to withdraw almost all the way out of her and focus on the sticky sensation all around him as he pushed back in, and on her body as it wriggled and juddered.
Erin had no such comfort. She was stunned to have him inside her again, and so overcome at the fact of experiencing him in such a conscious way - this was no impulse fuck like the first one; this one she'd chosen very deliberately, damn the consequences - but at this point, the para-orgasmic frustration was almost unbearable. Ever since getting into that taxi, her mind had been readying itself for another union, and her body had flooded itself with oxytocin in preparation. It hadn't been hard to return to a high plateau after being wracked with such pleasure the first time. Once they started kissing and petting at his door, her arousal rose to a state of pure need.
