I will assume that you have read Babe's book. So, I won't delve too deeply into the backstory or any of that.
She was right, though; even from the start, Babe and I were best friends. I loved her from the beginning, and that love continued to grow as we did. As our bodies were growing, I thought I saw her looking at me differently, but I was not sure if that was because she was or because I wanted her to look at me differently. So, I thought, "Whatever," and went after the boys.
Now, meanwhile, I started discovering a little bit about myself. The first time I gave myself an orgasm, I found myself in some stranger's house. How is THAT for a discovery?
Needless to say, I freaked out and ran out of the house - then discovered it WAS my house, just not in my timeline. It took me a little bit to figure that part out, but once I got it, I got it.
The next part was a little bit more complicated. I knew almost instantaneously that when I had made myself cum, I had made myself travel through time. There was something about the way my pussy felt when I was about to achieve that did not mesh with anything I had read before. Just before I achieved it, I could feel a slight sensation, almost like electricity, within me, and I swear I could practically sense and hear an electrical crackle the moment I reached it. If you haven't had it, I don't think I can adequately describe it.
Anyhow, I knew almost from the start that cumming was my lead way through time travel. I just had no idea how. It took me a couple of tries, but eventually, I figured out that with an internal vaginal orgasm, I would travel back in time; a clitoral orgasm would send me forward in time. Pretty straightforward.
The timing was a whole other thing. Simply, I could not figure out that damn math. It was not as simple as "play with yourself for three seconds; go forward three days." No. Nowhere nearby. And during those first few times, I had no clue. I just knew that I was in the past and had to get back to my usual time.
I ended up trying a dozen times or so before finally getting somewhere near our time, and once I did, I told myself to stop until I had all figured out--no more playing with myself.
The problem was that I was still a pretty horny 18-year-old girl. I mean, I was going into hyperdrive. It was like, 'Hey, I'm legal now, and I can pursue guys of all sorts and ages now!' At least ones that were of legal age.
Truth be told, I lost my virginity before she did. Yes, I know, she said differently. Not true. It just wasn't perfect--same with the next person and the next, and so on down the line.
I was not being a slut! I mean, I was on birth control, and I was screwing a different guy a week, so I guess that does make me a slut. However, I felt like something was building up inside me. It was almost like I had to have a nice, good cum with a guy to feel complete, you know? As I mentioned, I was 18 years old.
I asked around to a few friends and some fellow sluts and finally targeted this one guy. He was a little bit older, in his mid-20s, but he was chiseled and was said to be very generous in bed. So, I approached him and let him know that I wanted to fuck him and that I needed someone to make me cum. He seemed to appreciate that.
Babe and I shared an apartment at the time, separate rooms. I took him into my room. I knew Babe would be listening. I didn't mind. It got me off a little bit, knowing she might be playing with herself while I was getting fucked.
So, Gabe or Gary, or whatever his name was, started kissing me. He was a good kisser. An excellent kisser. His mouth tasted nice, he smelled nice, he stuck his tongue gently in mine, and we played with tongues for a little bit.
By then, he had his hand on my tits and was fondling them, a lot gentler than a lot of the boys I had seen before. Yes, this person knew what they were doing!
After a few minutes, he had my shirt unbuttoned, and my bra was on the floor. He's playing with my tits, and I can feel myself getting pretty wet. I have his pants around his knees and am jerking him off, exploring the size and shape of his cock. It was pretty nice.
He leans back and watches me stroke him for a little bit. We stop kissing, and I just sit up, stroking him, watching his cock move in my hands. He's rubbing my back, caressing my tits, stuff like that. I am just getting hotter and hotter.
Finally, I lay down in the bed between his legs, stroking him close to my face now. Sometimes, I would blow on it a little bit, and he seemed to love it.
"Listen," I said. "I've been talking to some of the other girls about you." I read his face for a reaction. He just nodded, watching me. "I've heard that if you start fucking, you cum pretty quickly. Like after just a couple of minutes."
He nodded again. "That would be right."
I kept jerking him, getting my face closer to his cock. At one point, it touched my cheek. I said to him, in a quieter voice, "But a couple said they sucked you off, and you came that way. And when you were hard again, you could fuck for hours."
He nodded again. "That would also be right."
I smiled and engulfed his cock.
As I mentioned, I had been with many boys before. Some of them never got a chance to fuck me - I was a rather good cocksucker after a few months. I knew what to do to make them cum, good and hard.
After I engulfed him, I planted a bunch of kisses all over his shaft, going slowly up and down, licking it every once in a while. Then I gave some even more tender kisses on his tip before flicking my tongue out, licking it, and then taking him in my mouth again.
Then I would get down on my knees between his legs like I was in a praying position, sliding my lips up and down his cock, stroking him with my hand with every bounce of my head. My tongue would dance all over my mouth, all over his shaft, all over his tip. I would let much spittle build up in my mouth. Usually, by the time I was done, there would be a wet pile of spit at the base of his cock.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a "pop" and started licking his balls. He liked that, so I sucked on them for a little bit. Oh yeah, was he getting into it - his eyes were closed, and his balls were tensing.
I wrapped my lips around his cock again and started sucking him and pumping him faster. Suddenly, he became quiet for a second, then squirted right into my mouth. No warning, no real sign he was about to cum, but there I was with his load splashing all over my tonsils.
But he tasted good. So, I sucked him as he came, urging every drop from his balls, gulping down his load with each pump in my mouth. I had always been told it was much more polite to swallow than to spit.
By then, I am fucking wet as fuck. Without a word, I hop from the bed, pull off my jeans and panties, take a big sip of soda that was on the nightstand, lay down beside him, and practically thrust his hand in my pussy.
That was where he had earned his reputation. He was not one of those guys who would paw at you. He would gently run his finger along my pussy lips, getting his fingers nice and wet, spreading my wetness, slowly but surely sliding his fingers further and further between my pussy lips. After a few minutes of this, and I am fucking drenched!
Without a word, he rolls over between my legs and starts licking my pussy. In the end, he certainly was not the best pussy eater I had run into, but he sure as hell was not the worst. He knew how to accomplish the task.
And I needed the job done.
He had a finger inside of me, and he was running his tongue along my clit, real fast like. I had my hand on the back of his head, holding him there. I could feel that warm feeling spreading through my body.
I had never cum before that night...otherwise, what happened would not have been a surprise. But even with that, I knew when the moment was coming and what was to come. I was cumming.
By then, he is sucking on my clit and finger fucking me with two fingers. I let out a moan and, for just a moment, felt my body disconnect from my mind.
But I still noticed it. The world was turning white, all glowy. It turned all foggy, like everywhere around us, and things went completely out of focus. "What the hell is going on here?" Gary or Gabe or whatever screamed.
When the world came back into focus, we were dead ass naked in the middle of a field.
Our clothes were nowhere to be seen.
He looked around in panic, looked at me in panic, and without a word, took off running into the distance, buck assed naked.
Me, I just sat, pulled my knees to my chest, put my chin on my knees, and shook all over, crying and scared as fuck.
When I recovered, I was lying on the ground, still naked. Not so horny, either.
It was getting dark, so I felt safer taking a look around. I mean, I didn't want to look around, but I had to do something. Just sitting in that open field naked was not going to get me a damn thing. So, I walked.
I found a fur wrap hanging from a branch, seemingly at random. Or at least I had thought so. I walked a little bit further and jumped when I saw him there.
