There are times in one’s life when really good things happen to you. Heather was a really good thing. She came along just after I had broken up with my three-year lover and companion, Linda. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. I was just about to climb the walls. It wasn’t exactly real depression, but it certainly was close. Heather was no ordinary girl; she was special. Very special. I had always been drawn to girls with natural red hair and hers was out of this world. I even began to wonder what the shaved little sweetie’s southern forest might like look completely grown out.
So I asked. “Would you do a really big favor for me?”
I was lounging on the sofa, reading a magazine. She was seated on a reclining chair directly across from me wearing short, off-white, faded and patched cut-offs. Her legs were to die for. “Honey,” she replied with a fake southern drawl, “I’d walk across a thousand miles of burning coals and then I’d do anything you wanted.” Then she laughed. She flashed her famous bright smile with those oh-so-perfect teeth. Her deep blue eyes always seemed playful, maybe even sinful.
I smiled back. “Silly girl. I was just wondering what a slight change would do for you.”
“Mmmm. A slight change, huh? Why do I think you have an evil idea on your mind?”
“Well, not exactly evil. But you know how much I love your hair.”
Heather looked at me a little quizzically. “I think you have mentioned that once or twice,” she said.
“Well, I was wondering what color it might be if you let it grow out, er…, down there.”
Her faced flushed before she smiled again. “I thought you were reading a magazine over there, and all the while you were thinking about my pussy! Shame on you, young lady!”
“I can’t think of a nicer thing to think about, babe. But I’m serious. I bet it would be really pretty.”
“Damn, Beth. I thought you were kidding at first. But if you really want me to…”
“I do!” I interrupted.
“It will take more than a month,” she said, “so that tells me I’ll be part of your life at least until then.”
I frowned at her remark. “Don’t we have a date for New Years?” I asked.
“You never asked me for a date.”
“Well, I am now. So that gives you another six good months,” I said with a flirtatious grin.
“Just a second. I don’t recall accepting any New Year’s date,” she said, straight-faced, trying her best not smile.
“I guess I assumed you might be interested in going out with me. If I need to find another date…”
Her eyes pierced through the warm air of the living room. “If I even catch you getting that close to another girl, your ass is grass and I’m a lawnmower.”
“Then we have a date?” I asked.
“Only if you ask me properly,” she replied with a cute smirk.
“Okay, Miss Hoyty-Toyty, I shall ask you properly. Actually, I have three desires. First, it would please me beyond all that is pleasurable to see a forest of red hair between your legs, primarily because I want to see if the carpet matches the drapes, so to speak. And, on New Years Eve, I would be honored indeed to have you accompany me to a party as my date. Finally, I would be the happiest girl in the world if you would come over here right now and sit on my face.”
Heather looked stunned for a brief moment, then burst out laughing. “I accept all three offers unconditionally.”
She arose from the chair and sauntered toward me, hands on her hips, her eyes piercing mine. Besides the cut-offs, she was wearing a cute, pink, ribbed tube-top that hugged her breasts tightly. Having recently taken a shower, all I had on was a white, terry-cloth robe and nothing else. She was beautiful beyond compare.
She didn’t even remove her shorts. She simply straddled my shoulders as I reclined on the sofa and pressed the crotch of her cutoffs against my startled face. I inhaled deeply and smelled that womanly odor I had become so familiar with. Reaching behind her, I put my hands on Heather’s perfect ass, over the top of the heavy cotton material, and pulled her into me. With the crotch of the cut-offs flush against my face, I kissed her all over, pressing my lips as hard as I could against her sex.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on the arm of the sofa to maintain her balance as she began to grind slowly into me. She moaned softly with each deep grinding movement. My robe had already fallen off the sides of my legs and the sash was beginning to come loose. I dug my nails hard into the thick cotton that covered the greatest ass in the world. I didn’t care if I couldn’t breathe, I just wanted to feel her hard and tight against me. Her womanly smell was becoming more aromatic by the minute.
I ran my hands up the side of her body and pushed the tube-top up and over her breasts. As I looked up from between her legs, the luscious pink nipples and creamy-smooth skin of her tits beckoned my fingers. Using a thumb and forefinger from each hand, I pinched the tiny nubbins hard enough to make her moan. Her face, flushed a bright red, was filled with lust. The more I pinched her nipples, the harder she drove her crotch into my face. My robe was all but off my body now, but I didn’t care. The moment was all about Heather’s grinding cunt.
I pulled my head back from the crotch and took a deep breath. As much as I enjoyed being smothered by Heather’s body, the thought of not being able to take another breath was enough to bring me to reality. Having filled my lungs with air, I wasted no time in diving back in. The more I kissed her, the more I wanted her.
“I want to taste you,” I husked.
Her breathing was coming in short gasps. She arose from my body and stood next to me, looking down at my parted robe. Her eyes gathered in my nakedness. Her eyes moved slowly along the length of my body. She smiled. Without saying a word, she had told me how much she enjoyed the view.
I watched her undo the button of the cut-offs and unzip the fly. She pushed the garment down her legs. Before this evening, I had not seen the pretty, soft-pink, French-cut panties she was wearing. Her legs were opened wide enough to reveal a panty crotch that was literally soaked with her juices. She peeled the satiny material over her hips and eased it down her legs. When she stood up straight, her hairless slit, with fully engorged lips, seemed more inviting than ever before.
She resumed her position over me, her dripping cunt just inches from my face. Her mouth was open in a small perfect “O”. I grabbed her ass again, this time feeling its exquisite fleshiness, and pulled her down to me. She was completely soaked. In a fleeting second, her juices began to coat my face. She moaned loudly as I drove my tongue into the wetness while she pressed her sex flush against my face once more. This time it was without any clothing to prevent me from partaking in this garden of delights. Her taste was unbelievable. It was like honey on my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of her. I licked everywhere I could, from vagina to clit, then back again. I buried my mouth inside the puffy lips. I drove my tongue deep into the honey-pot and wiggled it. I quickly located her already hardened clit and suckled on it like a baby.
Heather worked her cunt all over my face, leaving a trail of wetness along the way. Every once in a while she lifted herself off of me to give me a chance to take a deep breath. The deep breath served as a signal to renew her assault. Ten minutes passed and my tongue and lips found every part of her that I had come to delight in. I never wanted it to end.
“I’m so close, baby,” she finally said, her voice thick and raspy.
I loved it whenever she came while my mouth was pressed against her pussy. “Close” usually meant three or four more minutes of sucking and licking and nibbling. “Close” always meant that when she did cum, she would almost squirt. Almost, but not quite. Cumming meant a renewed and copious flow of nectar that would pour from her like an opened faucet. “Close” meant I still had enough time to enjoy her cunt for several more minutes. It was more than enjoyment, it was pure pleasure.
When I began to shake my head back and forth and work my tongue deep into Heather’s vagina, I felt her body stiffen. She reached down, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face as hard as she could into her. She gasped once. Then again. Then one long, loud exhale before she spent all of the lust that had built up inside her into my waiting mouth. I would have drowned in her juices and died a happy woman. I swallowed all I could.
