Katie was as cute as a bug, for lack of a better way to put it. She was 5'4, small breasted, and heavily animated in conversation. She'd come to the big city from Missouri, originally, but retained no identifying accent or much in the ways of cultural markers. It's very common these days if you're white and raised middle class to be the voice from nowhere. In listening to her talk, she could have literally been from anywhere in America. She looked a little like a younger Maggie Gyllenhaal, if she'd been a few inches shorter and of a slightly smaller build. She exuded a girl-next-door charm and was pleasant and chatty to almost everyone.
I got the feeling that she was a little lazy when it came to beautifying herself and keeping her personal space clean. She'd noted to our group of friends that she'd had to move to a new apartment in the area recently and had mentioned, with a typical smile on her face, that showing off the apartment to inquirers meant she had to pick all her dirty underwear off the floor of her bedroom. I also noticed that she very irregularly shaved her armpit hair yet wore clothing almost every week that accentuated the stubble. I much appreciated the effect and hoped that she wasn't aware of how arousing I found it. I tried not to stare, but did it anyway.
I'd always hated it when women waxed or shaved their natural body hair, particularly underneath their arms, their legs, or their public region. Some women overdid it, leaving behind a mass of reddened razor burns. Some had their hair waxed off, which, if they were truly honest, often produced significant, if short-lived pain. Regardless of how they did it, the effect always looked really weird to me, strange and abnormal, certainly not sexually appealing in any way.
My first time with a man, he really surprised me by licking my armpit hair with great zest. I would have never thought up such a thing on my own, and the erotic feelings I'd received from him were very appealing ones. I decided that I would ask the next woman I slept with who wasn't fussy about body hair removal if she'd be willing to let me do the same thing to her. Katie drew sharp boundaries about how far she was willing to go with me—we certainly never fucked, but when I brought up the idea to her offhandedly, she told me she was willing to try it.
Starting to fool around one day after work, I noticed she'd gone two or three days before shaving her pits. Game on. She told me before we started that she hadn't applied deodorant or antiperspirant that day, either, but that she had cleaned that part of her body with soap. I didn't think that those rules of basic hygiene would be an issue for me. I had showered and shampooed my hair, too. That said, none of us was going to get a mouthful of yucky tasting chemicals never designed to enter the human mouth.
We started off kissing, as we always did. We were primarily dry humpers, to be honest with you. Whenever I tried to push our conduct and behavior a little bit further than she wanted, she'd say things like "down, boy" which I knew was my queue to dismount and calm things down a little. She was a good kisser and we very much enjoyed the tactile sensations of lips against lips, and tongue against tongue. She was several inches shorter than me and nestled easily against my shoulder blades, which made for effective cuddling, which we adopted every time we were together, bodily.
Still kissing, she extended her right and left arms above her head, as though she was stretching, which I knew was my sign to begin to lick her armpits. I started with the right one for some reason. The sensation felt a little like rubbing my tongue against sandpaper. Amazingly, she groaned in appreciation, and encouraged me to continue. Having never done this before, I was relying purely on instinct and let no surface go untouched.
I then crossed over her body completely with kisses and began licking the left armpit with the same force. Once again, she groaned, but this time she began to rub her pubic bone up and down my erection. I had never gone that far before with her, so what her intimate areas looked like underneath clothing were a matter of pure imagination to me. Raising this level of intensity for me was also very unfamiliar, but I took it on as a challenge.
She quickly unbuttoned the jeans she was wearing, unzipped herself, and wiggled out of them. She was wearing a white silk thong, which accentuated her small, compact ass. She smelled heavily of sex and a cursory glance at the crotch of her panties revealed a large, ever-widening wet spot. I'd never gotten her this wet before and she said as much. I wasn't sure if that meant that we were finally going to go all the way, or she was noting a simple fact. Maybe both.
I returned to my beginnings, kissing her, continuing to grind harder and harder against her. Now I had more mobility and better access. I took my whole face, including my lips, nose, mouth, and face and buried them in her armpit. She gasped. I was lost in the moment, too engaged with what I was doing to make too much note of what this now-realized fetish was producing in her.
It reminded me of the one male-on-male, invitation-only sex gathering to which I'd ever been invited. One man was turned on heavily by male body odor. He walked from participant to participant, inquisitively, very adamant as to what he was after. "Just checking for funk!" he'd say, with great emphasis. I reluctantly offered him mine and he found it appealing for a moment or two before quickly moving on to the next man in line.
I have to admit I'd thought what Katie and I currently were up to was going to turn out to be a colossal failure. It was pleasantly shocked to find out that she was just as much up to it as I was. In time, I recognized that this armpit action was only going to be a tease. It wasn't going to be stimulating enough to get her all of the way there. I'd never actually produced an orgasm before with her, but I was hoping she'd at least allow my tongue the right and privilege to explore places it never had been in times past.
