Juxtaposition, Part I.
(Based on a true story)
"You better not cum in her mouth."
Those were my instructions, delivered via speakerphone as I sat on the couch in my loft space with my jeans unzipped, down around my ankles, and my dick out.
At the moment it wasn't hard to obey the request, as the idea of what i was in the midst of had me excited but not completely hard, although I didn't know how long that state of affairs would last as the young woman on her knees in front of me was stroking my dick up and down while simultaneously licking it slowly up one side, and down the other.
The voice on the phone was Jessica, a woman I met the previous weekend at a writer's workshop I heard about online held weekly in a local coffee shop. As my work includes a fair amount of creative writing, I thought the class would be worth a try. The class was mostly women and a couple of men who I think may have been a couple, but I ended up connecting with Jessica, a very pretty slim lady with brown skin and thick hair shaved on one side, who I learned was a creative writing student in her junior year at a local college.
We both had an affinity for the work of Harlem Renaissance authors, especially some of the more obscure writers of that period who were ostracized by their peers because of the sexual nature of their content. Conversation about erotica over coffee turned into evening drinks at a nearby hotel bar, drinks turned into flirtation and kissing, and kissing turned into me going down on her in an elevator and her returning the favor from the passenger seat as I drove her back to her car.
The week after that was busy for both of us workwise but filled with sexting and trading scenarios that made me hard every time my phone notified me of a new message from her. She was bisexual, and described herself as a "sex positive exhibitionist who didn't believe in traditional relationships." There was no formal declaration of what we were doing, we were just vibing with each other and wanted to continue the vibe.
The woman on her knees before me was Kim, a thick body blonde I met the previous night at a lounge I frequent with an open minded clientele. We hit it off at the bar and the conversation became sexual pretty quickly. I invited her over and she came by on her break from work. We made out for a while and I got the idea to call Jessica and put her talk to the test.
I knew from what Jessica told me of her schedule she'd either be studying or between classes this time of day, so I called her, hoping she'd be somewhere private, but not too much.
"Hey." I said into the phone, as I put it on speaker.
"Heyyyy," Jessica answered, her light voice now filling the room. "what's up?"
"I'm at home, about to get my dick sucked."
There was silence on the other end, I assume as she decided on how to react to my statement. I held the phone down so she could hear the suction of Kim's mouth as she licked me.
"Hey girl," Kim giggled into the phone before resuming her licking. I was getting more excited as it seemed that neither girl was offended by the existence of the other in my life at the same time.
"You better not cum in her mouth." Jessica said quietly, which told me there may have been people around her.
"I thought you were non-traditional," I teased.
"Whatever motherfucker. I dont give a fuck about you getting head but you better not fuck her, and you better not cum in her mouth."
"Are you telling me what to do?"
"Yes. That's my dick. What is she doing?"
"Right now she's playing with your dick" I responded, and Kim continued licking while her hands trailed her tongue. Then her lips engulfed the head of my dick and slowly, she eased me into her throat.
"Ahhhh, she sucking the tip," I relayed.
"You like that, don't you?" Jessica asked.
