Rose (I) R. 4.0
11 July 1981
"Nobody's ever done this to me before!" Rose gasped as my tongue flicked her clitoris.
I knew I hadn't. I had never before had reason or opportunity. Two of the three previous times we had made love, we had come simultaneously at the culmination of coitus. The third had occurred in the front seat of a car, and the available space had limited me to getting her off with my fingers.
Still, I found the comment interesting. It confirmed in regard to her what we implicitly assumed about each other, that we had other lovers. Not that this bothered or surprised us. In the year since we had met, we had spent less than two weeks together in total, and had not made love until the last night of the first week.
There are several reasons why I'll perform cunnilingus on a lover. This includes foreplay, to get a woman as excited as possible before we make love. That necessity had never arisen with Rose. When she visited me earlier that year, she had embarrassed me by sliding her hand right up my thigh in plain view of some friends I'd stopped to introduce her to at a bar. She made no secret of the fact that when she came to visit me, she planned to spend as much time as she could alone and intimate with me.
Ensuring my partner reaches orgasm is the primary reason I'll give her oral sex, and my reason for it with Rose this time. Honestly, I'd have rather she had not decided to visit. I'd lost most of my interest in her during her prior visit, and only acceded to her suggestion that she come down to visit me this time was guilt. Again, at the first opportunity, she led me into bed. Despite my ambivalence, or perhaps because of it, I came first. As much from pride as anything else, I did not want to leave her without a climax. Before she knew what had happened, I slid down between her legs and started lapping at her pudenda. This renewed my enthusiasm, but only slightly.
One more reason that I give a lot of oral sex to my lovers is that I really enjoy doing it. I relish the texture of labia and clitoris under my tongue as the lady I'm licking writhes in ecstasy wrought by my oral abilities. Rose succumbed quickly to these, and I hooked my arms under her thighs and across her hips to hold her relatively still while I urged her to ever-increasing pleasure.
Rose had rather hairy pubes, a inverted full triangle of dark brown curls that continued down to flank her rather small and delicate slit. I explored her holes and folds with my tongue, and determined that she responded best to direct clitoral stimulation. Anxious myself to finish, I went right to work on her hardened nub. Soon, she reached a noisy climax, screaming my name, and to God, at a volume that surely reached the open windows of the neighbors on that warm summer afternoon.
