We had reached a point where Janice would simply walk into my apartment instead of knocking on the door. One Sunday I was trying to decide whether to preheat my oven to heat up frozen lasagna or head out for food when I heard a noise in the living room.
I went to investigate and found Janice standing by the couch wearing only a smile. Her hands were cupping her ample breasts and her thumbs were rubbing her erect brown nipples.
Her head was tilted to the right and the look on her face was pure mischief.
"Have I ever told you," she began as her thumbs sped up their motion, "that I have the same measurements as Raquel Welch?"
I smiled and shook my head. "No, you haven't."
"Uh-huh." Janice took a couple steps toward me, her feet criss-crossing in the type of walk women use in a beauty pageant, her hips swaying. "Yeah, I have a 37 inch chest, 22 inch waist and 36 inch hips," Janice said. Her hands traveled her body as she recited the numbers. "So just think, you're looking at the same body Raquel Welch has, except on me it's all pushed together in 5 feet 2 inches. She's like 5-7 or 5-8 or something."
Janice was standing right in front of me and ran her hands up my chest and around my neck. She pulled my face down to hers. "That's just something to remember if you ever have trouble getting excited by me."
I busted out in laughter. "Really? You think there's a chance I'll have trouble getting excited by you?" I laughed again. "Have you noticed I'm hardly ever
NOT
excited when you're in the same room?" I put my hands on her 22-inch waist, just above those sweet 36-inch hips.
Janice tucked her chin down and looked up at me through her thick, dark lashes. I crushed her to me, seeking out her lips and mashing mine against them. I shot my tongue into her mouth and played with her tongue as I let my hands roam around this "pushed together" version of Raquel Welch's body.
We had been together enough times that I knew where Janice's buttons were. A light stroke along her spine and a gentle squeeze of both butt cheeks was just one of her buttons, and I pressed it now. I got a low groan for my reward as Janice held the passionate kiss and slowly maneuvered us toward the bedroom.
She danced us into the room and gracefully positioned me with my back to the bed. She reached for the button on my jeans, opened it, got the zipper down and was working the jeans and my briefs down before breaking the kiss. Janice got my jeans down to the floor and kneeled down to get my feet free. She straightened up to face my very erect penis and gently stroked it with one hand.
"Hello there, Pedro," she crooned. "You know, I don't believe I've shown you any special attention."
With that announcement, she swallowed Pedro whole. My knees dissolved into jelly and I sat on the end of the bed, so Janice knee-walked to a spot between my thighs and continued giving Pedro her special attention.
I know I'm supposed to give a detailed account of how she bobbed up and down on my glistening shaft and used her tongue to tease the sensitive head of my Pedro and all that, but I was too stunned to really notice. I saw Janice's thick brown hair moving back and forth and I felt the wet heat of her sucking mouth and I even felt her tongue dancing around, but none of it makes sense.
In my memory, she swallowed Pedro and I felt like I was in heaven for an hour and then my entire existence went shooting through my penis into Janice's mouth. I might have blacked out.
The next thing I remember is Janice's face next to mine. We were lying naked side by side on my bed, and I have no memory of her getting up off her knees.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked me with a smile. For a fleeting moment, I reflected that her smile was sexier than Raquel's.
"
OmigoddidIever
," I said in a rush. I suddenly realized I was gasping for breath.