My girlfriend Kathy and I weren’t getting along any more and finally broke it off. Yeah, people always say “It was a joint decision” but I’m not afraid to admit I’m the one that brought it up first. I’m sure it was inevitable, but Kathy was still pretty upset about it. She called a few days later, drunk and lonely and wanting to get back together. I felt bad and, like a dumbass, we started dating again. I said to myself, “Well, I give it two weeks before it falls apart.” We made it 10 days. We just didn’t fit. The second time she was the one to break it off.
So about a week later I remembered some stuff I’d left at her place. She only lived a couple of miles from me but I didn’t want to drop in unannounced. I called her up and caught her on her way out. So we set up a time a couple days later for me go to over.
I had a few drinks with the work crowd at happy hour that evening. Kathy’s place was on my way home so instead of calling first I just dropped by. I pulled into her apartment complex parking lot and headed toward her building. I passed a guy headed toward his car that looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place him. I figured I’d probably just seen him around the apartments or something and didn’t think any more of it.
I headed up the steps and knocked on the door. I heard her yell, “Come in.” She didn’t usually leave her door unlocked, but I still didn’t think anything about it so I opened it and headed in.
“What did you forget?” she said from the couch before even looking at me.
“I think I left a pair of swim trunks, sunglasses… uh… I don’t know what else-“ I started to say as I stepped into the living room.
She looked over her shoulder from the couch at me, a little startled. I stood there stunned as I took everything in. She thought it was someone else walking into the apartment. Someone who’d just left. The guy I’d just passed in the parking lot. The guy was Troy, a guy she used to have a thing for back in college because he was a black man with green eyes, something of a fetish of Kathy’s. He’d just left from having sex with Kathy. She had that glazed look she only got from having a couple too many drinks and a bit too much sex. All of these things rain through my brain like a freight train.
I don’t remember taking a few steps closer. My jaw was probably dropped. I might have tried to stutter something, probably “What the hell?!?”
I don’t remember because what I saw next completely shut my brain down. She was naked, sitting on the couch with her legs spread. The new little digital video camera I’d gotten her for Christmas was on the coffee table, pointed at herself. Or more accurately, at her crotch. She had the display turned around so she could watch. Cum oozed out of her while I stood there.
I looked up at her face and she gave me her, “So?” look. She was definitely drunk. I was still too stunned to move. She reached down and started lazily running her fingers over her sopping pussy, again stunning me before I could get my thoughts together, much less get a word out of my mouth.
I think I was about to say something, again probably something like “What the hell?!?”, but before I could get my jaw to work she took her fingers and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked on the fingertips. I could clearly see the wetness on them as she had lifted them from her pussy. She stared at me while she did this with an expression I can only describe as “I just got my brains fucked out.”
She put her hand back down to her pussy and spread her legs even wider. The whole thing was taking on a “fuck you” feel, like she didn’t care about me at all and she wanted me to know it.
We had played some kinky games in our time together, but we didn’t have quite the same tastes (one of the many things that drove us apart.) We both liked to be dominated but neither of us liked to take charge unless we were fighting. Then we both wanted to be in charge.
I couldn’t help but remember as I stared the one time she’d gotten in the mood to take control of the night. I think we’d been fighting on the phone, she’d been a little drunk and I’d come over. She’d had the same steely look then as she did sitting on the couch with Troy’s cum oozing over her fingers.
She began to run little circles around her clit, masturbating right in front of me. My brain still couldn’t catch up. She stopped staring at me to look at the camera. She spread her legs even farther and more cum dripped out. She was getting it all on video.
“You like this?” she said, her voice low and a bit slurred.
I realized I’d been transfixed by the little display on the camera and turned back to her to say, “What?”
She was staring at my crotch and I looked down and adjusted the bulge in my slacks.
“Do you want to watch?” she asked.
“Um…” was all I managed to say. I just couldn’t handle it all at once.
“Get closer,” she said, her voice taking on the demanding tone she used when we fought.
I don’t know why but I knelt right there on the floor so I could get a better view.
She pulled her fingers to her mouth again and sucked them clean, then slid them back down to her pussy.
“You miss this?” she asked.
Again all I could get out was a dopey “What?”
“My pussy.”
I just stared as she pushed a finger inside herself. I’d almost never seen her do that. She didn’t do that when she masturbated, didn’t like my fingers in her when she and I used to play together. It made squishy sounds and I couldn’t help but notice the big wet spot on the couch.
She bumped me with her knee, pushing me out of the way of the video camera. I didn’t even realize I’d leaned in further, blocking the shot.
She pushed a second finger in and slid her other hand down to play with her clit. I must’ve leaned in again because she bumped me with her knee, pushing me back out of the way of the camera.
“Why don’t you get in here?” she said, pointing between her legs.
“Huh?” I said, not sure what she meant, but inching forward.
She moved so that I could kneel between her legs. Then she put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. My head was close to her pussy but my back wasn’t in the way of the camera any more. I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder to make sure. When I turned back she had her fingers working over her clit again. I could smell the sperm and her wet pussy.
“Do you miss my pussy?” she asked again.
I was getting really turned on by the whole scene. I was really getting into it and I knew how much she liked dirty talk. She’d always had to egg me on to do it, but when I finally would she’d practically hit the ceiling when she came.
“Yeah… I… I miss your pussy,” I finally said.
She sort of eased back just a bit, letting me know she wanted more.
“I jerked off the other day thinking about your tight pussy.”
(True.)
She sighed and worked her fingers over her clit just a little faster.
“You miss sucking on my clit?” she asked.
“Yeah. I thought about your clit in my mouth. Running my tongue over it. Sucking it.”
”Suck it,” she said, moving her hand aside.
“What?” I said.
“Suck my clit,” she said, getting that commanding tone in her voice.
I told myself later it was the alcohol and the month or so it had been since we’d had sex (or at least since I’D had sex) but of course I know now I probably just wanted to do it.
I leaned in and put my lips on her pussy.
Maybe if she hadn’t let out an “Oh!” like she really liked it I might have gotten disgusted and pulled away, stormed out the door and never talked to her again. Maybe.
Instead I sucked her lips and clit into my mouth like I knew she liked. Then I started twirling my tongue over her clit while sucking at the same time. She shivered and shook and moaned.
I couldn’t help but reach down and squeeze my cock while I sucked on her. I already had a wet spot seeping through my slacks.
“That’s it. Suck my pussy,” she said. She almost never talked dirty herself. It egged me on.
“Yeah. Suck it.”
