As snug and juicy as Tammy's pussy felt around my finger as I continued to stroke her slowly after licking her into a frenzy, I couldn't help imagining how it would feel gripping my cock. But she made it clear that was off limits.
"If we fuck, it will complicate things," she said. "I want you to be my special friend. We can play and get each other off. I'll tell you anything you want to know, all my secrets. But we can't be official lovers, OK?"
Who was I to argue? We'd never work as lovers, but I do enjoy her company, am crazy about her body and captivated by the openness of her sexuality. And of course, I love her pussy and her eagerness to share it with me.
I didn't know any girls like her when I was her age. So every new encounter is like an animated glimpse into a fantasy. It is a realm full of surprises and revelations. The best part, she makes me smile as much as she makes me hard.
The next time I saw her outside the apartment, she said, "Don't forget about my pie."
"How could I?"
She slowly sucked a finger between her soft lips, then pulled it out with an audible pop and mouthed me a kiss. "I'll be by late tomorrow night for a piece. That is, if you're available."
She arrived as advertised, in a tight jeans skirt and black tank top. She kissed me at the door and wiggled past with a doe-eyed glance over her shoulder. When I went to the kitchen to serve the key lime pie and mix two rum-and-oranges, she tagged along and pressed against me from behind and rubbed my cock through the nylon athletic shorts I was wearing. She game my ear a snaky lick.
"Someone's feeling playful."
"I've been extra horny since what you did to me the other night. I owe you one."
"That came without strings attached. But I won't argue."
"You mean, I came."
"So it seemed."
She draped a thigh over mine as we sat on the couch eating the pie. The sounds she made as she savored the sweet-tart filling reminded me of what I heard when I was between her legs.
I smiled and sang, "My baby loves to watch me eat her -- key lime pie."
She took a dab of whipped cream, wiped it on my cheek and licked it off. I told her I could think of other places she could lick that off. She said in that case maybe I should get another slice.
Then she said, "I've been all hot and bothered since my friend called and told me about the new guy she was with last night. She said they made so much noise the dog started barking in the apartment next door. That cracked me up. But it also got me all juiced up. And I was at work. So I had to go in the bathroom and get myself off."
"You sat on the toilet and played with yourself?"
"Yeah. It made me wet all day. Here, see." She took my hand and directed it under her skirt. She was wearing a skimpy black thong, and it was soaked through. I kept my hand there, stroking her through the thong. I moved the thong slightly so I could rub the soft contour of her mound, then pressed the material into her groove.
"Mmmm, feels good."
"What did you think about while you were getting off in the bathroom.?"
"What she was telling me about, what she did with the guy. How he gave it to her hard and it took her breath away."
"Did you imagine you were watching them?"
"Yes."
"You'd like that? To watch them?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Have you watched anyone have sex before?"
That was how we got around to talking about her first sexual experiences other than the one with her uncle. She has a close friend, Lainy, a year older, who was a neighbor before she and her mom moved here. Tammy confided in Lainy about what happened with her uncle, and Lainy told her about her own sexual exploits, apparently in explicit detail.
