Donna and I had been dating off and on for four years. We'd been though just about everything together. Everything from her divorce, infidelity, cheating on both sides, and yet we still loved or thought we loved each other. I was tired of feeling like I was doing all the work in the relationship and tired of dealing with her issues. I have my own but I didn't think that they were as bad as hers.
I was sitting on her sofa thinking about one of my favorite subjects, sex, and how I was unsatisfied with the fact that sex had fallen off to once or twice a month. I'm a twenty-five year old male with a strong libido and sex twice a month doesn't cut it.
"How about a quicky?" I asked.
"You don't do quickies." She laughed not even taking her eyes off the television. It was true, we didn't do quickies. Donna had only one orgasm during sex and I wanted sex to be fun and last a while for her. She said that she felt too sensitive after the first orgasm to have another one.
I thought about this for a few minutes and then responded. "How long is a quickie, five, ten minutes?"
"Between five and ten."
"Okay, seven minutes, average?"
"Yeah, okay." She shrugged.
"Okay, if one of us has an orgasm within seven minutes, I get to have sex with you whenever I want for the next two weeks."
"What do I get?"
"Whatever you want sex wise."
"No more sex."
"Okay." I shrugged. I had this one. I could masturbate in less than seven minutes and I could use her body to get myself off. I got off the couch and went to the kitchen and found a timer. I set it for seven minutes and headed for the bedroom. "You coming?"
"You mean right now?"
"I hope someone cums."
She smiled following me to the queen size bed where we began to shed clothes. I punched the button on the timer and we collapsed on the bed. I slipped inside of her and nestled her body under mine. My left arm cradled her shoulders and head and my right hand grabbed her ass lifting her to me. I pistoned in and out of her little sex box pressing myself to orgasm. She was moving quickly towards her own climax or at least it sounded like it. I felt the cum pulse in my vein and I pulled from her pussy to rub against her pubic bone and shoot long spurts of cum across her belly.
"That was fast." She said looking at the timer with a minute left to spare. I turned it off and pulled on a condom over my half erect cock. She eyed me coyly.
"What are you doing?"
"We're having sex again. Remember the bet?"
"Yes," she said somewhat deflated. "I want to be on top."
"Be my guest." I climbed on the bed and stretched out allowing her to straddle my hips and slowly lower herself onto my cock. She looked good there with her shoulder length black hair clinging to her tan, sweaty skin. Her B-cup breasts turned slightly upward making her erect nipples point more towards the ceiling than straight forward. I ran my hands up and down her sides feeling her muscles ripple and move as she swiveled her hips on top of mine. I was going to enjoy this two weeks.
She leaned forward, putting her hands on my chest to support herself as her rhythm became more of a study in and out with my hips rising to meet hers. She rode me like that for a very long time enjoying the sensations of skin on skin, the feeling of me inside of her, my hands roaming her body from her breasts to her tight little ass.
We made quite the pair, her at five feet tall and me at six feet three. Her blue eyes were closed tight against the world feeling the rise of her orgasm increasing speed and intensity crying out in low moans and groans. I held her hips down with my hands thrusting into her at the same speed she was rising and falling. My mouth found her little nipple sucking it in. Her pitch and tone increased as her orgasm overtook her. She collapsed on my chest panting hard. I let her lay like that for a few minutes, still stroking into her pussy.
She pulled off of me and lay on her back. I rolled her onto her stomach and penetrated her from behind. I pinned her legs together under mine making her pussy feel even tighter and I began the work of getting myself off for the second time. I stroked against her and we worked together our bodies sweating and glistening in the low light from the street lamp filtering in through the venetian blinds. I shot my load into the condom stroking with fervor until I was done feeling the enormous release. I slid from her body and pulled off the latex sheath. I tossed it into the trash can and we lay naked beside each other. She was nestled against me, her head on my chest and her leg curled up on my stomach. She seemed to fit so perfectly against my body and I wondered again why we couldn't get through our problems.
In the morning, we made love again. Well, it wasn't really love, more like she obliged me while I sweated out an orgasm using her body instead of my hand. At least that's what it began to feel like as the week rolled on.
I worked, prepared of my cross-country move to Seattle, that is why I could take the no sex bet, and met a very nice girl by the name of Julie Triano. Julie stood five foot seven, had red hair that curled naturally around her shoulders and part way down her back. She looked at the world with brilliant green eyes and strutted her way around on impossibly long legs and show cased her c-cup breasts in low cut shirts. At first Julie and I talked about our current love interests and the more we talked the more disgruntled we both became and we both realized that we wanted the same thing, an uncomplicated fling. It was perfect, I was leaving in a month and we decided that we would have a secret affair.
Julie had an incredible body that I fell in love with the moment her clothes came off her lighty tanned skin. She had a light smattering of freckles across the tops of the breasts and they dotted the rest of her body in various places. Her pussy was shaved completely bald. The only hair on her body was her eyebrows and the thick red main cascading over her shoulders.
She helped me out of my clothes because I stopped undressing to watch her and was completely enthralled by the sight of her getting naked. Her hands stroked my penis gently as we stood chest to chest. My head bent and we kissed gently our lips never parting. It was deep and full and wonderful. We kissed for a long time holding each other tight and stroking the smooth warm skin of our bodies.
Julie finally pulled me to the bed and laid down spreading herself wide. I knelt on the floor between her legs and slowly kissed from her knee to her thigh blowing warm air onto her glistening pussy watching the lips swell. I ran my tongue along the right lip and down the left stopping just above her anus and then running it up parting her lips, pressing deep into her. She moaned and pulled my head into her pussy. My mouth opened on her clit and I began to suck and run my tongue around her hardened clit. She tasted so good and the more she moaned, the more I wanted to please her.
I worked my tongue around her clit writing the alphabet in cursive while humming the little A-B-C song. She began to buck and thrust by the time I got to H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P where the tone goes into a more of a bass or baritone part of the ditty.
"Oh, shit, Ryan, I'm gonna cum, don't stop, don't stop!"
I didn't, I stroked her lips with my tongue, shoving it into her pussy and then went back to licking her clit humming the low H through P part of the song, mimicking the cursive slant of the letters. My hands were full of her breasts, fingers rolling over her nipples. My big hands palmed her breasts, the fingers caressed from her shoulder down and back up feeling the hardness of her nipple on my palm.
"Yeah, baby, that's it! That's it, don't stop! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I'm cumming!!" Her hips were off the bed filling my mouth with even more of her mound, forcing my chin into her pussy. I groaned into her humming and moaning, flicking, licking and sucking all at the same time.
When she relaxed, I grinned up at her and she stroked the back of my head with her long fingers.