It had been a very long time since the last really good sex for Jackie. What was the guy's name? Oh, yeah. _Brandon._ Spring break Brandon. Miami Beach Brandon. Nice, thick, seven-inches-of-delectable-hardness Brandon.
"Mmmmm," was Jackie's unconscious response to the memory as she idly flipped through the pages of the current _Vogue_ in her tiny Atlanta apartment to the soundtrack of _E! News_ on her TV. The pictures of haute couture clothing passed before her unfocused eyes, and the latest celebrity mama drama faded to mental white noise as she went to Miami Beach in that part of mind where this yummy memory resided.
"You like it when I lick your clit, don't you, Jackie?" Brandon had said, raising on his elbows to look at her with gorgeous, deep brown eyes that she loved gazing into. He was lying on his stomach between her splayed legs, the thumb of one hand tugging back the hood of her clitoris to expose the pink, erect point of pleasure where his tongue had seconds before been lapping insistently. She was reclining against the headboard in her hotel room. "You like being eaten, don't you?" he grinned, his middle finger sliding up and down the slippery folds of her pussy lips.
The pseudo-anonymity of spring break, the knowledge that the next day everyone would go back to Whatever U., and no one would have to answer for previously unthinkable shared intimacies with strangers made spring break flings possible. That and plenty of tequila shots.
But Jackie had never experienced anything like what Brandon had done to her the evening before with his cock and so far that night with his tongue. It was only midnight. What else would he do?
She wanted to find out, and knowing that neither of them would ever see the other again vaporized the normal barriers, the normal embarrassment of such actions with people met only the day before. She smiled at him, reaching her hands to her hardened nipples, and rolled and tugged on them shamelessly before she answered.
"You lick pussy great, Ace" she said, using the nickname she'd heard one of his friends call him earlier in the day. "Damned right I love it. So don't stop!" she giggled, releasing one nipple to reach a hand to the back of Brandon's head and push his face back to her crotch.
He resumed his delightful task. The brief break interrupted Jackie's closed-eyes experience of pure pleasure while Brandon's tongue worked its magic, and now she gazed at the smooth globes of his pale, muscled asscheeks contrasting against the ruddy darkness of his tanned back. He slid a finger inside her. He sucked her distended clit back into his mouth and raised up, reaching a hand beneath his torso to readjust his cock. Jackie saw the muscles in his glutes flex with the movement.
_Damn!_ she thought. Brandon was a hell of a stud. Too bad he had turned out to be such a perv.
And that thought brought Jackie back to her current reality, back to the sad state of her love life and its post-graduation succession of inept lovers and/or jerks. Back to her post-graduation life in Atlanta, her job doing copy editing on a neighborhood newspaper, and her modest--—very modest—--living quarters as she whiled away yet another evening alone.
If only she knew then what she knew now about the difficulty of finding men good at sex, perhaps she would not have written off Brandon so quickly. Maybe he was a party boy, but wasn't everybody on spring break? Maybe he was a little arrogant about being a stud, but didn't he live up to his own reputation? Maybe he was from Minnesota where no one sane lived during the winter even though he said he loved it, but couldn't he be persuaded to move?
And maybe, just maybe, that last night in a Miami Beach hotel room, she should have done what he asked her to do after his skillful oral manipulation of her pussy and clit brought her to an intense, satisfying climax.
"You want me to what?" she had said, thinking she must surely have misunderstood Brandon's request.
Looking up after rolling the condom down his stiff cock, he raised a knee over the mattress and prepared to position himself for a classic missionary humping. "Slide your finger up my ass when I'm fucking you," he said, his hard cock bobbing as he jostled onto the bed. "Use some of that lotion on the nightstand."
She didn't do it, and his cajoling only distracted her, spoiling what would have been a great fuck, if Brandon's performance the night before was any indication.
Why had she been such a prude?
"Eeeewww," said her best friend Melanie as they drove back to Atlanta the next day. "That is so gross!"
Tabitha spoke up from the back seat. "Did he go down on you?"
"What's that got to do with it?" Jackie asked, looking in the rearview mirror at the junior who lived across the courtyard in their apartment complex next to campus. Tabitha's money added into the trip's pot meant the two close friends had been happy to bring her along in spite of not knowing her that well.
"Was he good at it?" Tabitha pressed.
"He was fucking great at it," Jackie said, looking at Melanie and laughing.
"So there you go," said Tabitha nonchalantly. "Any guy who eats me and is good at it--—good enough to make me come—--can get me to put my finger up his ass any day, any way. Hell, if he's really good at it, I'll lick his asshole, too."
Jackie and Melanie had just looked at each other. They didn't have to say a word to know what the other was thinking: Freak. Tabitha was freaky.
