Clara and I dated for about six months before things started to go south. We were trying to stay friends and still texted occasionally. There had been a couple times where she talked me into coming over for something and we'd end up hooking up, but it felt like it was prolonging the inevitable. Our sex life had always been stellar but that isn't necessarily enough to make a relationship work...
One night, she texted me out of the blue asking if I would come over. This sounded like a bad idea, so I suggested she get herself off instead. Come to find out, Clara had masturbated very infrequently through her life and had never been able to make herself squirt, but she really wanted to learn how.
She seemed a little tense, so I had her smoke since relaxing would be the hardest part while she was trying to concentrate. She got settled under the covers with her pants off and I told her to get herself wet. She started touching her poor clit, dry and found that didn't seem to do it for her. I told her to move up to her nipples and work them over, and we seemed to be getting somewhere fast with that.
She had these gorgeous, full tits. They were a nice heavy handful, beautifully symmetrical, with long, thick nipples. I loved teasing her, starting with slow, light swipes of my fingers around the flesh, skimming up around her collarbone and down to her stomach. I'd "accidentally" brush over a nipple with a feather-light touch a few times in the process until she was arching up toward me, chasing the ache of my fingers or, if I was lucky, my mouth. Sucking on those nipples, starting light and almost nibbling around, gradually working up to hard, fast strokes of my tongue on one while the other got roughly pinched and rolled.. I could work her into a frenzy and have her soaked just from that in a minute or two, which of course left me soaked in the process.
This is what I'm seeing, hearing, feeling in my head when she says she's playing with her nipples. I'm starting to get wet and I tell her. She loves being a little fucking turn-on and I can picture her moaning and writhing. I know she's wet now. I tell her to move down to her clit and it's like I can hear her high-pitched, whining moan when her fingers land.
I tell her to start working her clit; move around the outside of it, long swipes up from her soaked entrance, until she's so hot and worked up she's earned the direct pressure she wants. I can hear the gasp and moan in my head when she hits her clit directly and I know she's right there. I tell her to start fingering herself and I know she gasps and nearly comes off the bed with how hard she reacts. I have her crook her fingers up toward the top, front wall and pulse them, lightly at first, working up to a hard, punishing rhythm. She goes fucking wild when I finger fuck her so hard her tits start bouncing and jiggling in this mouthwatering way.
When she starts groaning and trying to writhe away from it, like there's a deep ache, I tell her to keep going for just a minute longer. I make her pull out and go back to her clit, hard. I tell her to keep pushing through just until she can feel that she's at the intersection of that perfect little bundle of nerves in the swollen bud under her fingers. It was so distinct, and you could get right on her with truly direct pressure. She'd be crawling out of her skin, gasping, shaking, all but screaming.
I told her to keep going and hold on for as long as she could, until she was all tensed up and her toes were curling. She begged to let go. I made her wait, wait, wait (until I came) and finally gave her permission to let loose. She squirted fucking everywhere, soaked the bedsheets, sprayed her sleeve down. She was a mess.
