This is based very loosely on a true story. My then girlfriend's name has been changed to protect the not so innocent.
I was living on the upper west side of New York. My girlfriend Gerry lived in Brooklyn. She was a cute redhead, 5'4, thin, with firm B cup breasts. We had been dating for three months. While she had told me early on about her somewhat slutty past, I had assumed we were exclusive, though we hadn't discussed it.
I was reading in bed one evening. I hadn't seen Gerry for a couple of nights; we had a date for the next evening. About midnight my phone rang. It was Gerry. She said that she was in the neighborhood and wanted to know if she could come by and crash.
I thought it was odd - it was a 45 minute subway ride from Brooklyn - why was she in the neighborhood? But of course I said yes - obviously I didn't want her to have to ride back to Brooklyn at that hour, but also I was hoping for sex.
She arrived about 10 minutes later. She was dressed very sexy. Tight, low cut blouse accentuating her perky breasts, and a very short skirt. She greeted me with a sloppy kiss. She had obviously been drinking & smelled of cigarette smoke.
She told me she was exhausted, and wanted to go straight to bed. She took off her skirt and blouse; I saw that she wasn't wearing panties, though she still had her sexy sheer bra on. She slipped into bed with me, and we cuddled.
I asked her what she was doing in my neighborhood. I could see her blush from the light coming in from the window as she replied that she went dancing with a "friend." I left it at that for the moment.
I started kissing her, and she kissed me back. I rubbed her back, then my hands started to wander. I unhooked her bra and rubbed her nipples. My hands wandered to her belly, and then lower. As I put my hand between her legs, I could tell that she was very wet. I said to her, somewhat jokingly, "well it looks like you're happy to see me." She blushed again, and said that of course she was happy to see me, but she had been dancing and that that had turned her on.
I then started kissing her breasts while still fingering her very wet pussy. She was moaning, obviously getting very turned on. I started kissing her belly. Of course she knew what was coming next; she loved my pussy licking skills. But before I could move further, she said "honey, you may not want to lick me. I, uh, well let's just say that that's not just my juices down there."