I don't know what really happened that day at Julie's, but it was like I fell off of a ledge I didn't know I was standing on. As I sucked her clit, Julie came like there was no tomorrow, and I found myself climaxing like never before.
It was the most incredible and bewildering experience, and hard to explain. I had never cum without touching myself or being touched, and yet the excitement I was causing in Julie sent me into a crashing orgasm. What's more, I didn't let it end.
Julie came hard but didn't seem to come all the way off and I found myself wanting to make her continue. As my orgasm crested and waned, I continued licking her, pulling the dildo out so I could replace it with my fingers, searching for her G-spot, and never ceasing working my tongue on her. As I licked I could taste her juices spilling out of her and I didn't want to stop.
I came again while Julie's voice raised in climax for the third time. After that it's kind of a blur. I slowly wore myself down, the awkwardness of my position and the fatigue of my tongue combined to eventually stop me, and I lay with my head on her belly breathing heavily, the aroma of her sex strong in the air.
As I recovered I panicked, and before Julie could get up, I made a hasty excuse and left, only realizing too late I'd left my purse behind.
That evening I think I was relieved that Julie did not come by to return it. But the next day I had to go back over and get it, so I resolved to go over in the morning as a way of avoiding anything.
I was more nervous than before, but again I resolved to focus on helping Julie learn to help herself. I hesitated outside her door for only a moment before ringing.
Julie greeted me as warmly as ever in an old shirt and cutoffs, but I couldn't help but notice how happy she seemed. Deep down this helped me feel better about what happened: I love Julie and I was glad I could help her. It occurred to me that with a glow like that she couldn't help but attract men like a magnet.
Inside we didn't talk long before the subject came up, but by then I had become comfortable and resolved to see her through. As she had nothing to do that morning she asked if we could try again, volunteering that she wanted to learn to make do on her own. With that I followed her into her bedroom.
I was much more careful and methodical in my approach that morning, but there didn't seem to be any way for Julie to get herself off. As my excitement threatened to overwhelm me, I decided that the best course of action was to do a repeat of the day before. It was the only way to avoid what I feared. As I got hotter, my resistance to her offers to suck me lowered, and I knew I didn't want to let her eat me again. I would not succumb to becoming a dyke by letting her lick me until I passed out, for it could easily become an addiction.