Julie and I had dated for about 2 months before we moved in together. In bed things were great. Out of bed, we had nothing in common. After the first week I knew it wasn't going to work and after the third week I moved out. Since it was my apartment I told her she could live there for a month, rent free while she found another place. I moved in with a friend but now I needed some clothes so I came back. When I drove up to the place I didn't see her car, which was good. No confrontation. She was probably at work.
I grabbed a few shirts and pants on hangers and was just about to leave when I heard a car door. I peaked out the window and there was Julie coming up the walk. I leaned against the back of the couch and braced for a confrontation.
She came in, smiled sheepishly and, hesitantly said, "Hi." I guess she was bracing too.
I said hi and told her I came for a few things, pointing at the clothes draped over the back of the couch. She nodded and said, "Can we talk?"
So it was starting right away. Good, that meant it would end sooner. "Julie, there's nothing to talk about," I started to say. She came up to me, took my hands in hers and said, "Let's go to bed." That was playing dirty. She knew how much I loved to fuck her. And she looked hot in real short shorts, a flimsy tank top with spaghetti straps and obviously no bra. She didn't need one, she had small tits, just a nice handful, the nipples of which were poking out.
She let go of one of my hands and rubbed the front of my shorts with the other. "Please," she purred, still rubbing. That was all it took. Then I had an idea.
"Take off your clothes," I said.
"Right here?" She said, thought about it a second, then took her tank top off over her head. I took mine off too then I unsnapped her shorts and knelt in front of her, taking the shorts down as I went. She had no panties so I helped her step out of the shorts and took off her sandals as I did. She was naked in front of me now and, starting at her knees, I ran the tips of my fingers up the insides of her legs and felt her shudder. I bent forward and kissed either side of her shaved pussy, then ran my lips over her lips. My nose filled with the musky smell of her pussy.
Then I stood up and told her it was her turn. She unsnapped my shorts and knelt, taking my shorts with her. She helped me out of the shorts and my sandals, leaned forward and kissed my cock, which was already starting to get hard, and then she started to get up again. I put my hands on her shoulders and said, "As long as you're down there," and brushed my cock across her lips.
I was curious to see what she'd do. She had never given me head. Our love making usually consisted of my eating her pussy to an orgasm or two, and by then I was so hard I couldn't take it any more and had to fuck her.
She took my cock in her hand and put it in her mouth. I immediately felt the warm from her mouth transfer to the head of my cock and I was instantly hard. She took the other hand and gently rolled my balls in it. I involuntarily said something like, "Ah," and she giggled. She thought she was in charge. She almost was. She licked my cock from the base to the tip and engulfed the head in her mouth. Then she went back down and took one whole ball in her mouth. I almost came right then and there. My knees became weak and I had to reach out and hold onto the back of the couch so I wouldn't fall.
Then she replaced that ball with the other one, all the while continuing to gently stroke just the head of my cock. That was all I could take. "Put it back in your mouth, I'm gonna cum."
"Not in my mouth," she said.
