It was nearly ten o'clock when I slid the key into my front door lock. I had left the precinct around seven but then stopped at a bar called the Cherry Stem. Always good to see what the completion was doing. Of course completion was more than an exaggeration. The Panama Club was little more than a dive where The Cherry Stem was a posh uptown lounge but with similar minded regulars.
I pushed my door open to the sound of laughter coming from the television. As I entered the small foyer, Charlie's head appeared from around the end of the sofa. She watched as I kicked my shoes off and let my jacket slide off my shoulders. I dropped it on a chair and went into the living room. Charlie had apparently taken my advice regarding a shower. She looked fresh scrubbed and she had also managed to find a tee shirt and a pair of boxers from my bedroom dresser.
The sight of the little nymph setting there with her smooth youthful legs crossed on top of the coffee table made the idea of her snooping through my drawers palatable. I spied an open bottle of pinot on the counter and then noticed a glass setting beside Charlie.
After pouring a glass for myself I said. "You're too young to drink." I sat down beside her.
She grinned. "You going to arrest me?"
I sipped the wine. "I already tried that." I replied. I picked up the remote and turned the TV off.
"I was watching that." She said.
"And now you're not." I answered.
"You always going to be a bully?" She said.
"Is that my tee shirt?" I ignored her criticism.
"You want it back?" She grinned again.
"I do." I said. Charlie turned toward me. She crossed her hands and grabbed the hem of the tee and pulled it over her head. She was so petite as to look slightly masculine. Her breasts were small but with stiff little nipples that made her appear to be in constant arousal. I took a moment to admire her. "Those are mine too." I added.
She looked down at her crotch even though she had to know what I meant. "I'm not wearing panties."
"What, you couldn't find any you liked in my dresser?" I asked.
"I just didn't bother." She was acting like she was embarrassed or about to pout.
I put the fingers of my right hand under her chin. Looking into her eyes, I whispered. "Are you staying the night?"
She hesitated so I slipped a finger into the top of the boxers. "If you are, you won't need these."
She leaned against the back of the sofa and lifted her little butt high enough that she could push the boxers down to her knees. She let them fall to the floor and kicked her feet free. She looked down at them laying on the carpet. "You really want them?"
I leaned in and softly pressed my lips to hers. I love kissing women even though I don't do it often enough. I really don't know why.
My tongue was exploring her mouth when I felt her fingers slid between my legs, searching out my crotch. I laid over, taking her with me. We settled on our sides, facing each other. I spent the next fifteen minutes, my mouth spreading saliva over her cheeks and neck. Her fingers relentless but unable to lower my zipper enough to slide her hand inside.
"Go turn the light out." I whispered and her hand left me without protest. I watched the little beauty wiggle her way to the switch and return to me. I had undone my belt and the pesky zipper. "Take them off." I instructed as I started to unbutton my blouse. She pulled the slacks down my legs and over my feet. I opened my blouse and unhooked the front clasp of my bra. My breasts would also be considered smallish even though they were twice the size of hers.
Charlie settled back onto the sofa beside me. I kissed her. Her mouth was soft, lips cool. The fingers of my right hand laced into her hair and I guided those lips to my breast. She took my nipple as if I was giving her a gift. Sucking, licking, she started to make a sweet, barely audible, humming sound.
I let her pleasure me, alternating between my breasts. I could guide her effortlessly with the slightest bit of pressure from my fingertips. My pussy greeted her, wet and wanting, when her fingers finally found their way inside the top of my panties.
I immediately realized her plan when her lips left my tit and began kissing along my ribs. My hands, under her armpits, halted her progress. I lifted her easily. My maneuver was to roll onto my back and ease her back to me. I found her mouth and my tongue went deep inside. Her own tongue began greedily jousting with mine. I know she was taken by surprise. I had never before spent any time attending to her. I had all but demanded that she be the one to please me. I think I even surprised myself.
But, I had been considering this for some time. "Come to me." I whispered and pulled her forward until I could kiss her tummy. My hands slipped between her legs, I spread them, pushing them to either side of me. With my hands cupping her ass cheeks, I eased her the rest of the way forward. I could feel her shiver.
The first hint of her sex, her aroma, was hot, sweet, earthy. It forced my thoughts back to my own high school days. The time after class when my music teacher took me into the coatroom, lifted her dress, removed her panties and told me to lay on the floor. She lowered herself to me without any other instruction. Her fragrance was very similar as my tongue slid along the folds of her labia, any labia for the very first time. I would find myself willingly in that room many times before graduation. Just as I found myself in her bed on many afternoons over the following summer.
Charlie's pussy was delicate, nearly hairless without the need of a razor. I raised my head and kissed it. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the sofa arm. I felt her legs press outwards, opening herself, lowering herself onto my mouth. She was grunting as she began working her hips. She was experiencing something new, something wanton. I ate her without effort. I was aroused by it. I could feel my own pussy seeping juices. She was climaxing right there, right above me, she was shaking and I swear I could hear her whimper. As her orgasm waved over her, my mouth was being flooded with her sex. I lapped and licked and consumed her.
I was not sure when she finally calmed down. She was laying forward, her arms now dangled to her sides. She was not moving but I could feel her breathing, every rise and fall of her abdomen. She was peaceful and I hated to interrupt her contentment.
My hand patted her butt, cupped her ass cheek. I squeezed gently. That was when she started giggling. Softly at first and then with more commitment. She tried to ease herself down to lay her head on my chest but she was week and disoriented and she just slid off onto the floor. When I looked down, she was sort of pinned between the sofa and the table and still laughing.
As I looked down at her, she had never looked more adorable. "You want to share?"
Her eyes were moist. They shined in the darkness. "I." She started. "I love you."
My hand traced along her chest, her neck, over her chin. I ran the tip of a finger over her mouth. "You might want to think about that."
She shook her head. "It has nothing to do with tonight." She said. "Nothing at all. It's just that this is the first time I felt like I could tell you."