That fateful day started early.
From Francis' perspective it was pitch black outside. His window was lit by only the yellow sulphurs of the streetlight. There was the occasional snowflake that flitted past on it's way to the ground. The first bit of snow this year marked the auspicious events that were about to happen.
He could have set his watch by it. It would soon be four AM and there was going to be a text message from Eve hitting his phone any moment now. She would be asking, no, demanding some sexual attention through her personal hole. He was going to give it to her, but maybe not in the way that she was expecting.
Francis sat there in his bed. Phone in one hand, the pink pocket laying on top of his covers nearby, and he himself was staring into the middle distance thinking about what he was supposed to do.
"Just tease her for a bit." He remembered Maddie's instructions. "Get her on edge and keep her there all day."
Taking a deep breath that turned into a yawn, Francis rolled his shoulders and steadied himself for the task ahead.
His phone lit up, startling him even though he was expecting it. The sudden vibration and sound of "I'mma Barbie Girl!" a shocking reminder of who was sending him messages this early in the morning.
"Hello. Do your best for me this morning."
"Still doing the full punctuation huh." Francis muttered to himself. His fingers tapped on his screen as he sent a reply text.
"OK, but got something special for you"
That pink pocket filled itself out. Eve had put on her end of the hole. So he picked it up and opened the pouch lip. Time to play his part, hopefully for the last time.
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Slowly as he could, Francis drew the pocket down and away from Eve's pussy. That freshly washed, cleaned, moisturized, and shaved skin slid along the pink fabric like a silken glove being removed from perfectly manicured fingers. Under the tips of his fingers, the feeling of unbelievable softness was a delight, but it was with hardened determination that he didn't linger overly long.
The work began with a massage. Spreading the index and middle finger of his right hand, he pressed around her vagina. Those two digits worked hard to rub the muscles deep in and around her centre. Moving in little circles as he worked his way up and down her slit, he kept this up until he noticed a small amount of wet dew forming on her labia.
With a final pinch inwards, Francis removed his two fingers from their massage. Instead, now he adjusted his grip and brought both of his thumbs to bear. Spreading her labia wide apart he took stock of her hot pink core. The two little holes were there, glistening in the little bit of light he had allowed himself that morning. One small and slightly above, the other larger, wetter, and beckoning for his attention.
That attention he was about to give it. He inhaled to get a sense of her arousal. There was the hot wet scent of her mixed with the cloying flavour of honey, almond, and butter from whatever moisturizing cream she had lathered on herself that particular morning. It was so overpowering that it caused him to hitch his nose up and he needed to suppress a sneeze.
Working the sneeze out of his nose without letting it go was painful. Nose pointed up and working his jaw were his only saving grace in that moment. So when he finally calmed down, he was able to return to the next step he wanted to do.
That step was slow hot breathes let out over her spread labia and centre. Francis let out a low "Haaaaaaahhhhhhhhh" several times one after another. The warm air seemed to be doing it's job to tease Eve just that little bit more. The gentle heated currents washing over her special places like waves on a beach.
She was flowing juices freely now. His touch and breath had done what was needed to get her ready for the penultimate step. The slow steady liquid was beading at the base of her labia and threatened to drop off with any fast movement.
Francis stretched the tip of his tongue out and licked up those errant drops. The taste of Eve was the usual sweaty, salty mixture of girl that he had come to know well. It was a heady mixture of arousal and anticipation that he knew she was feeling, he could taste it.
His tongue travelled it's way further up. He traced around the leaking vagina as it quivered in anticipation. Round and around he went, each time the circle was completed there was a fresh drop of the girl's liquid for him to trap. On the tenth lap, he made the plunge.
Francis stretched his tongue out as far as it could go. Inserting it as deep into Eve's hole as his tongue allowed, limited only by the careful consideration to keep the rest of his mouth from touching anything else. Just his tongue was dipped into that dripping core.
That core was already soaking wet and he could feel it constrict around the tip of his tongue. Pushing him out and making him force his way back in. There was a squirming struggle of muscle against muscle that he was victorious only by flitting against that closed opening quickly.
He dug in. Licking against Eve's vagina with all of his will. Finding the code to the vault, the secret knock on the door, he battered again and again into her vagina. Getting in only after repeated attempts and licks to find her wet treat waiting for him.
Then, all of a sudden, he pulled back.
Her pussy was practically drowning in it's juices. Francis let up with his thumbs and the labia returned together but was still flowering outwards. This was the sign he knew that she was right on the verge of cumming. The faintest of brushes against any particular part would be like a spark against a pile of dry tinder.
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This was just where Francis wanted Eve to be. Right on the edge. So it was no surprise that, when he didn't immediately return to finish her off, his phone lit up in a message from Eve.
"What the hell are you doing?"
It was with a particular and strange pride that he picked up his phone.
"I told you I had something special in mind. Keep the hole on today"
A number of thoughts ran through his head. Would she take the bait? Was this enough? Would she follow through? There were a hundred and a dozen reasons for her not to do this. Each one would have been powerful enough that the gig would be up instantly.
But, oh yes but, this was not the sane rational mind of Eve as she normally was. This was a woman right on the cusp of cumming and had just been promised something more.
"Fine. This better be worth it."
Francis clenched his fist in victory. Eve had bought it. Now all he had to do was tease her and keep her on the teetering edge for the rest of the day.
Shouldn't be too hard. Probably.
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Francis and Maddie stood together at the bus stop. Francis shivered in his fall jacket, it was a little too light for the snowfall, but his heavier winter jacket was too much for what the weather man had predicted. Maddie herself was still just as happy in the cold as she usually was, but maybe a little chilly due to a few pounds having been shed.
"So, how'd it go?" Maddie asked as they stood under the streetlight. The sun had yet to break over the horizon so everything was still pitch black except where those pieces of infrastructure provided pools of illumination.
