We hadn't spoken for weeks when Kait sent me an email from two time zones away. When Kait sends any 'report' from the front line of her life it indicates that something serious is happening. More than three lines suggests that emotions have been tampered with, sex is on the horizon or there's a 'what do you think about this' question to ponder.
Now, any email from Kait can brighten a day, in the same way as she had brightened my life, but for months they'd been short, succinct and with no big news to report. Her life seemed to be in a steady routine, flat lining way below exhilarating and just slightly above mundane.
She told me how she'd met him. There had been a bunch of them in a hot tub, Kait in a borrowed bikini. What started out as a night with a few friends turned into quite a party as more and more people showed up.
She told me how they'd flirted a little, then chatted and eventually been alone together.
She told me how he'd kissed her and caressed her and how for some reason, this time, she'd been happy to let him.
She told me how he'd become more adventurous when she showed no sign of resistance.
It had been a long time since Kait had been open to such an adventure. My thought had been that it would happen when the time was right and for that the guy had to be right too.
Through all the exploration, through all the talk, through all the ideas played out alone in her thoughts or shared with me from a distance, through all her self induced orgasms and her wild ideas, Kait had maintained an illusion of innocence to the outside world. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
She didn't flaunt herself. On the contrary, she was slow to uncover, slow to reveal what and who she was. She knew she'd feel something only when she felt it. She knew she'd open the door when the knock was a gentle one in search of invitation. Kait would permit no-one to crash and stumble into her world and certainly not into her cunt.
For all her prettiness, her good manners, her good grades and her perfectly chosen words, there was a slut inside. Sometimes, the slut wanted out.
Between her written lines I could hear the breath escape her lips. I could see her eye lids flutter as his kisses excited the soft skin on her belly. I could visualize her legs opening at the precise moment that her panties slipped past her toes. I could see his hands sliding over her hips as his face approached her sex.
My mind saw her knees fall apart as his kisses excited the soft milky skin inside her thighs.
I could see her covering her breasts with her own hands as his breath melted her pussy. I could imagine her pink folds being explored by the tip of his tongue as his soft kisses greeted her swollen clit and her damp sweet nectar drew him ever deeper.
I could see Kait rolling her nipples, squeezing and pinching them delightfully as she dripped onto his tongue, simultaneously exciting his taste buds and the cock she'd decided was hers.
I could see her back arching and her mouth opening. I could see her eyelids flutter as her tongue scraped along her teeth.
As I read Kait's account of her interlude, her story drifted into the one I wanted to write, the one where she takes my cock between her lips as her new friend feasts on her pussy.
The story where he brings her to a mouth flooding orgasm as she brings me to mine.
The story where after taking the first shots of my cum into her mouth she covers her face and throat with it.
The story where she screams her orgasm as his tongue leads his face deeper and deeper into her sex and my sweet sexy slut is dragged into her own oblivious nowhere, outside herself, beyond where she's been and the things she's dreamed of.
In my own never-ending story we both fuck her and she fucks us right back until her body is cum soaked and satiated.
In my story she takes us both together in her ass and pussy.
In my story she screams and begs to be fucked harder.
In my story she begs to have her cunt and ass and mouth flooded with our cum.
In my story she deep throats his cock as mine fills and stretches her dripping cunt.
In my story the slut always gets out. But this time it wasn't my story.
My cock was straining against the fabric of my pants as I reached the end of her email. As I thought how much I'd like to talk to her at that moment, the telephone rang.
"Hi" she spoke softly "did you read my email?" She sounded sleepy but happy.
"Hey sexy, yeah, I just read it, you have me hard. Sounds like you had fun."
"Oh, I did, so much fun, he was so nice, so considerate, he kept talking to me, asking me how I was, if I liked this or that or what he was doing, he was very sweet."
"Gentle too?"
"Yes, he was gentle, he was concerned about me, about how I was feeling, just made me feel, you know, really comfortable."
"I get you, go on…"
"Well, I was nervous that somebody would walk in at first but once he'd started eating me I forgot about everything, it was awesome, I was transported… away, some place else."
"Sounds perfect. Better than a wham bam teenager on three beers" (a reference to Kait's last adventure).
She chuckled as she often does "you got that right, he was perfect. Sensitive but all man, nice cock too, great kisser."
"Did you fuck him?"
"No. I would have done but I think he sensed that I had some reservations. After I'd cum from him eating me he just slid over me and kissed me. I could taste myself."
"Mmmmmm, that's sexy."
"It was, very sexy. Then I rolled him over and sucked his cock."
"And?"
"It was beautiful. He tapped me on the cheek when he was getting close to cumming. I just stroked him until he shot his stuff all over my belly. There was sooo much cum."
"Very sexy."
"Then he rolled me over and you're not going to believe this…"
"Try me!"
"He licked it all up!"
"Mmmm, very hot."
"Only you ever did that."
"Maybe you hit the jackpot Kait?"
"I think so too."
"What happens next?"
"I'm going to fuck him tomorrow, I've decided already. I have to. But first I'm going to tell him what I liked about yesterday."
"Good, that'll keep him focused."
"I know, that's what I figured. It felt like I was being worshipped, that's how I like it."
