I had just recently broken up with my boyfriend. I was sitting on my bed in my dorm room talking to my roommate, Robyn. We were discussing him and his shortcomings (I had done the breaking up because he was a jerk) and we got to talking about our sex life. Yes guys, that's right, us girls talk about this stuff too. I was telling Robyn how Mike, my ex, would never go down on me, even though he expected me to go down on him. Somehow it came out that I had never had a guy go down on me, and Robyn looked incredulous. "That's horrible! It's like a crime that no one has ever done that for you. It's the best thing ever!" She leaned closer to me, conspiratorially. "I like it even better than sex." When I told her that I hoped to find out someday, she gave me a weird look.
"What," I asked. She went on to explain that, if I wasn't too picky, she had a friend that she used to get her off when she was feeling really horny, and that they would probably be willing to do this for me if I wanted. I was shocked to hear this. First of all, I didn't really know that Robyn was a casual sex kind of person, and second that she would share her boytoy with me. I had to think about it for a minute. I turned a lock of my long blond hair in my fingers as I pondered. I'm not really the casual sex type of person...but this talk was kind of turning me on, and I didn't have a boyfriend to take care of my sexual needs anymore. And it wasn't really sex, it was more like having someone masturbate for me. And just this once couldn't really hurt, could it?
After a bit of internal debate, I agreed to her plan. Robyn got on the phone. "Hi, it's me. Yeah, I've got a proposition for you. You know my roommate, Allie? Well, she's never had someone go down on her before, and I figured you like doing that kind of thing for me, and thought maybe you'd be willing to do it for her. Yeah? Um, hold on, let me ask." She turned to me and said, "Okay, my friend is willing to do it, but since you kind of know each other, you have to be blindfolded, so things aren't weird between the two of you if you run into each other later. Is that okay?" I thought that was kind of weird in itself, but the thought of a hot guy going down on me while I'm blindfolded turned me on a little more. I agreed, and Robyn relayed my consent to her friend. "Okay, in about 15 minutes, you get to have one kick-ass orgasm," she told me after hanging up the phone.
I started feeling kind of nervous and I wanted to know which of her friends was coming over. She wouldn't tell me, no matter how much I prodded her, she'd just tell me that her friend had always satisfied her and that I would have a wonderful time. With all the questioning, the 15 minutes passed more quickly than I thought they would. She was sitting near the window and kept looking out from time to time, and suddenly stood up and said, "Your lover's here." I jumped to the window, but looking down didn't see anyone I knew. "Too late," she teased me. "Be right back, gotta go open the door." She left and I sat back on my bed, nervously. I had never done anything like this before in my life. Butterflies were swarming in my stomach, but I also had to admit that I was very aroused. I reached into my shorts for a moment and felt that my pussy was already pretty wet. I rubbed myself a little, trying to make the lust I was feeling override the nervousness. It seemed to help.
A minute or so later, Robyn came in. "Okay, I gotta get you prepped." She took off my glasses, then grabbed a scarf out of her closet and wrapped it around my head so I couldn't see. "How's that?" When I admitted that I couldn't see, she helped me up and took me over to a chair. "Okay, here are the rules." She placed my hands on the chair arms. "You have to keep your hands here, so you can't feel for hair length or facial structure or anything like that. You also can't take off the blindfold. My friend isn't going to talk, so you can't recognize a voice later, so don't be upset if you can't get any kind of response. These are the terms I was given for you. So, is that alright, or will there be no orgasm for you today?" I agreed, a small quaver in my voice. "It'll be fine," she assured me, "you'll love it." I heard her go to the door and open it. "She's ready," she said, and then I heard her step outside. "See you later. Have fun," she called back in before leaving. Then I heard someone else step into the room and close the door. The click of the lock seemed to echo through the room and I began to wonder just what I had gotten myself into.
The weather had been warm lately, so I was wearing a tank top shirt and short, tight shorts. I heard him walk over to me and kneel down. Warm hands ran up and down my thighs, and my breath quickened. I licked my suddenly dry lips. I could feel sweat starting to form on my brow and in my armpits. When I felt his breath on my knee I nearly jumped. Soon after, small kisses worked their way up my leg to the hem of my shorts. Then on the other leg, again from my knee to my shorts. His hands worked the clasp on my shorts and undid them. As he pulled at them, I tensed up, holding my breath.
Panic started to set in. What the hell was I doing? I'm not some easy girl or some kind of slut. I have had a couple of boyfriends who I did have sex with, and a couple of others who I had also been intimate with, but those were after some dating and getting to know each other. I'd never done a one-night stand or anything like that. Right at the moment, I was feeling like I was doing just that, and it made me feel a bit cheap.
Noticing my hesitation, he stopped pulling at my shorts and just ran his hands up and down my legs. The feel of it was soothing and soon my racing heart slowed a bit and my mind calmed, even as my body maintained a high state of arousal. After a few minutes of this he tried again. With a steadying breath, this time I raised my hips up to let him slide my shorts off. I was so wet and my crotch felt like it was on fire. His hands gently pushed my legs apart and pulled me to the edge of the seat. I heard him inhale deeply. Was he smelling me? I felt something pushing at my pussy lips through my panties. It took me a moment to realize it was his nose. He rubbed it up and down my slit just breathing me in. His hands caressed my legs further as he did, running from my calves all the way up to my hips and back down.
The feeling of his breath against my pussy was so arousing. He pulled back and planted more kisses on my legs, moving up one and down the other, skipping over everything covered by my panties. Still feeling nervous, but ,God, so horny, I started to squirm a little bit, trying to get his mouth on my crotch. When he suddenly kissed me hard, right on my slit, I actually did jump. Starting from the bottom and working up to the top, he kissed every bit of my slit through my panties, ending at my clit, which made a shiver run through my body. He then pulled at my panties, and without hesitation I raised my hips to let him pull them off.
The warm air of the room ran over the even warmer flesh of my now exposed pussy, seeming to cool the heat of it, without diminishing the raging flame of desire. The kisses resumed on my legs, up and down and again he avoided my slit, and he was good at it, because he never touched it once, even with my squirming around. I was so very wet, I could feel it running down to my ass and so very horny that I didn't care. His kisses kept getting closer and closer, and finally he repeated the earlier kissing of my slit, bottom to top, but this time it was on my bare flesh. I gasped at the contact. Robyn was right, this felt so good. When he hit my clit, I again jumped a little.
He wrapped his arms around my legs, holding me against him, and he then started to lick and suck my pussy. The feel of his tongue running up and down my pussy lips was exquisite. The slight thrusts of it between my folds made me desire something bigger, and I could see why oral sex was typically considered foreplay. It was when he started focusing on my clit, when I let out a loud moan, that I truly realized the pleasure ahead of me. I was in heaven. No sex had ever felt like this. Despite any feelings I may have had a moment ago to be filled, the sensation of his lips and tongue sucking and licking at my clit made them vanish.
I bucked my hips against his face, moaning and screaming as the pleasure rolled though me in waves. I desperately wanted to run my hands through his hair and pull his head into my crotch, but I didn't dare for fear of him stopping. The feeling kept getting better as he flicked his tongue faster and faster over my clit, and I couldn't hold back any longer. My hands clenched the chair arms so hard, they creaked. I let out a last cry and thrust forward against his face, as my orgasm erupted though me. He kept licking me as I came again and again. Finally, a short eternity later, I finished. He moved his attention down to my slit, licking and sucking slowly and gently as I came down off my orgasm. I'm not sure how long it was before I finally caught my breath. "Oh my God, that was so good," I panted. "Thank you." He took one last lick of my pussy, gave a final peck to my clit, and then I heard him get up. He kissed me lightly on the cheek, and I could smell myself on his breath. Then he left, closing the door behind him.
I could only sit there, panting. My trembling fingers reached up and removed the scarf from my eyes and I looked down at myself. My legs were spread wide and my pussy, glistening with the combined wetness of myself and his saliva, twitched as little aftershocks of orgasm kept working through me. I was so wet I had even made a wet spot on the chair. Suddenly wanting to know who the man was that had made me feel this way, I stood up. My legs were shaky but I made my way to the door and opened it a little, sticking my head out to look around. The hallway was empty. I sighed in disappointment and shut the door again, locking it since I didn't want a friend to stop by while I was half naked and still recovering my senses.
I made my way over to my bed and fell into it. I lay there and closed my eyes, reliving every moment of this sexual experience in my mind. As I did, I couldn't help but touch myself. I let my fingers act as his tongue, rubbing my pussy up and down, thrusting one finger gently between my lips as his tongue had. It slid in so easily. I moved my now wet finger to my clit, rubbing it slowly, enjoying the feel of it slipping over the hard nub. I sighed in pleasure as I continued to rub it slowly, but then faster and faster, using more fingers. I pulled off my tank top with my free hand and rubbed my breasts, rolling my stiff nipples in my fingers. I began thrusting my hips up against my hand as I fingered my clit, starting to moan a little, remembering the way it felt when his tongue, his magical tongue, was flicking over it. With that thought, I orgasmed again. It wasn't as good as the first, but then, how could it have been? When I finished, I lay there, looking at the wetness on my fingers as I caught my breath. I brought my hand to my lips and sucked one finger into my mouth, tasting what he had tasted, and thinking about how it was almost an indirect kiss since his saliva was mixed in with my juices. I had never tasted myself before, but I had to admit it wasn't bad.
I got out of bed, cleaned myself up and started getting dressed. I began to put my panties back on, but then noticed how drenched the crotch was. I had been wearing white, and with the wetness, I could see right through them. I felt embarrassed for some silly reason. The thought that he could tell how aroused I was by my panties made me blush, as if the fact I had wanted him to come over and pleasure me in the first place hadn't let him know how horny I was.
