Debra was the lead nurse on our first humanitarian aid team into Project Extract.
We worked closely in endless hours in the burgeoning African refugee camps, our bodies eventually growing very accustomed to rubbing against one another in the tense food and medicine lines, then even more so after the long work days, then increasingly often over a rare police-smuggled German beer, then later yet into shared short sleepovers in her tent or mine in the diminutive, restless nights.
Our faded, tattered, and too-infrequently laundered khaki clothes eventually came off almost of their own accord in each other's presence and we fucked.
Hormones, pheromones, body fluid markers floated fragrantly in the collectively increasingly sickening cauldron of human exhalation, but among the smell of countless people, moistening the evening air, her light sweat became potent perfume. Her natural self embedded itself in my desire like the breath of a baby.
We fucked and wore our fuck into the next day's work, blending into the indistinguishable smell of clutching, wide-eyed, craving soul cages juggling about us for salvation from sickness, and nutrients for deteriorating muscles.
My God but she was eager to fuck. My God but I was eager to fuck. We spent many of these lonely evenings continents away from our friends and families hanging out, smoking bootlegged Camels without filters because we had nothing else to do, and spending more and more of our time in the dark space between endless work hours fucking.
I learned to hesitate not the least to find myself still overwhelmingly evident in her from hours earlier when I parted her knees now for a new visit.
One night I didn't stop at my usual treat sucking her delectable nipples while slowly teasing myself into her moistening cunt. She was feeling particularly needy, a little tipsy from our pilfered beer, and let me slide past her hesitant hands, down her chest, her belly, to her shockingly aromatic and delicious pussy.
I ravenously ate her pussy out for either her first time, or for the first time she really enjoyed it.
It seemed to work very well for her. After that first time, she loved it so much that I ate her out all the time, every night we could be together, for as long as I could keep my face between her thighs. I thought about it all day when I worked, my vacation where there was no other.
Debra tried sucking me a few times but always stopped short and apologized for not swallowing me, saying she just couldn't do it. At first I didn't mind so much and I would jerk off to finish when she pulled away.
She would watch me, fascinated, and even dabble her fingers in my mess, spreading me around her belly button, piling it on her dolphin naval ring, rubbing it between her fingers, curiously bringing me to her nose to smell, but not yet able to bring me to her tongue to taste.
I figured we would be moving on our separate ways soon enough and I didn't need to get too wrapped up in petty frustration. Work, though rewarding, was ghastly, Deb was a delight, and there was nothing at all not to love and enjoy about our trauma-bonding intimacy.
But as time went on, my interest waned and I found reasons to avoid her, shifting to direct our teams surveying the needs in neighboring camps, feeling more frustrated and lusting for more serious open intimacy, both ways, than I imagined I would ever need. I gave myself over to the reality that men will be men – and I am a man.
She figured out pretty soon what was happening and I got a late night visit from her at my tent after a dinner of canned chicken noodle soup at her tent that went no further.
"Just hear me out," she started. "I think I know why you're holding back now. And I...I don't know how else to say it, but I want to give you what you give me. All the way I mean. I want to get you off in my mouth. And...and I really don't know how to start except to just do it, you know?"
She went on before I had a chance to respond.
"I really mean this. I want to...I want at least to try. But I'd need you to be patient and not get mad or give up. So...so can I just come in and mess around and...well, let me try?"
"I swear to God, Deb, that's the most romantic thing anyone ever told me," I chuckled to try to lighten the tone a little.
"Come inside, my dear, for my last hidden and final foreseeable beer for the month. We'll see what happens – whatever you feel like."
I felt a difference in her almost immediately. We fell together very quickly and I pushed her back to get off her wrinkled camouflaged pants and quickly found, then even more quickly lost myself in, her scalding, inviting, pungent pussy.
Just knowing she came over and acknowledged wanting to get me off renewed my attraction to her immeasurably.
She seemed to enjoy my tongue even more considering the nasty thing she was planning to try. I ate her out and licked her juices like milk, showing her the cream on my lips. I ate her until she exploded into my face, fucking my mouth with rapid, twisting lunges. I kept sucking until she stopped me and went for my cock.
"Now," she murmured, excitement trembling her voice a little, "Your turn."
"Are you sure, Deb?" I asked her sincerely. "I don't ever want you to do anything you're uncomfortable doing. It's no fun for me that way."
"Just do it, Brett. Fuck my mouth." She took me deep and held me there. I could sense her exploration at a new level.
"I'm going to do this. I want to do this. Remember, I asked you!"
I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, swapping our mouth moisture.
"Just let go and cum in my mouth, Brett. I want it even if I choke a little at first. I want to do this until I get it down. Promise me!"
"Promise," I said, "I have an idea. The first time, try to take my stuff in your mouth and just, like, hold it for a while to get used to it, hmmm? Then let most of it drip down onto my chest and swallow some. If you can take more, then lick it up at your own pace."
I felt myself hearkening back to years ago in my safe, discreet sex therapy office in Chapel Hill, teaching sexually awakening young wives and girl friends of very lucky men – always gently and ethically - who were very eager, but still somewhat reluctant how to get beyond the aversion to swallowing semen.
My soft words to Debra felt warm and homey to me. They brought back slivers of the passion that beat in my chest those days, the passion to un-cage that long-bridled animal human lust crouching just below the surfaces in those delightful, daintily clad yuppies and hippies, republicans and democrats, doctors and songwriters, straights and gays, those who would evolve to eat sex and those that would never arise to love the taste of another on their tongue.
I never imagined I would exchange that insistent beating in my chest for the sound of these animal skin drums pounding barely a hundred yards away.
My weak words seemed to be the ticket that put her in her comfort zone.
"Take it in my mouth, then drool it back, and eat it slow? Hmmm? Damn, Brett, that's sexy! How could a girl resist that?" Whether she joked or not, our juices were rising to the challenge.
To feed the senses, I peeled back my tent flaps and let the moonlight pour into our little Sheraton on the Savanna.
I got on my back and pulled her bottom to my face, leaving my dick for her to do with as she felt like. I wanted her cunt bad and I also wanted her to be feeling grand the first time she ate cum for pleasure. I licked deep into her flowing cunt, spreading her pussy wetness around her ass rim and then deep into her ass.
