Before I got a word out, she asked if I was stoned, and, as if rhetorical, she exclaimed, “not fair” and rushed me to continue. I fanned my skirt because my pussy was still hot and moist, and her eyes flew open wide as she cocked her head in question, and all I could say was that I was high on more than just his cock. The waitress came by and took our drink orders while I contemplated ordering some much-needed sustenance, as my girlfriend again waved her hands in my face to spill the beans. I felt so challenged because I could barely speak right because even my tongue and lips felt fat from sucking his magical bean stalk. Our drinks came, and she permitted me some beverage before her eyes again went wide, and she actually licked her lips as her face “had hurry up, mother fucker” written all over it. I took another sip because I got all hot again just from starting to recall it before I asked her if she really wanted to hear it. She reached under my skirt and pinched in between my heated thighs as an answer to which I replied that she had better be careful.
She wasn’t waiting and started drilling me with questions like “does he have a big cock” “how many times did you cum” and “does he eat your pussy better than me”? I’d be a terrible spy, as I confessed, “he is more a grower than a shower, and that I was still having little orgasms and that he ate my pussy like he used to have one,” and finally, his name is James. Her hand instinctively slid up further between my thighs, and as her finger tips slipped in my juices, her jaw dropped to the floor and she exclaimed, “You’re not wearing panties”. Right away, I could see her mind racing a million miles per hour, and I knew that her own pussy just sprang a leak. It wasn’t because of anything I said about James; it was because she loses her fucking mind whenever my pussy gets wet. She has never even been into men and understands that I like both and will encourage me to fall on one once in a while because she loves me, like she did the night before. I also confessed that we spent the night before and all day fucking like rabbits, and for the very first time, I saw a smidge of jealousy in her worried eyes and how her brows frowned every time I said his name. I quickly gave her a reassuring kiss and made a silent vow not to say his name again, and that helped to relax her mind and told her that we also spend a lot of time talking about her and our love, and how he hoped that we all could be friends, and that, at the very least, he gets to meet her. Her eyes glassed over a little, and she motioned me to continue again with her hands.
I tried to spare her some details, but I did tell her that he wasn’t like most men. Her eyebrows raised doubtfully, but I stressed that it was true. I told her that he was a giving lover and how he took his time pleasing me like she does. I told her that he had to be a female in some past lifetimes because of how intuitive a lover he was and how he knew more about what I wanted than I did. I told her how genuinely happy he was that I have someone like her in my life, but it all just seemed to worry her. She quieted me with a kiss and told me that she was happy that I had a good time, and seemed relieved when I asked if we could go home to snuggle and order in. She asked if I was sure that I was up to it, and I pulled her newly flavored fingertips to my mouth once again and sucked them while nodding my head yes. With her confidence restored and insecurities abated, we hurried home, and I felt my lady parts pulse with anticipation.
I was nekkid before she even walked in the door, and her beautiful face spoke a myriad of feelings from hunger and determination to a returning insecurity and lack of confidence. There was no turning back as I already lay on the bed with open arms and legs. She swallowed any doubt as she peeled off her clothes en route and kissed me from toe to head with delicious patience. She lingered at my swollen lady parts like she was kissing my boo-boos before she continued on her way up to my breathy mouth. To taste myself on her lips and to see myself in her loving eyes reminded me that I was home. When her soft, ample curves fell into my arms as she pressed her mound into mine, I instinctively pulled her into me tighter with the back of my legs until our clits were crushed together in their own heated kiss. My pussy ached for more as she ground herself into my puffy, pillowed lips so that our clits could joust as her tongue did the same in my mouth. We both reached down or under to spread each other as we pulled the other in tighter. We slow danced into a heated bump and grind until I asked for a taste and moved into place so that our pussies were in each other’s face. We lay on our sides like two fish swimming in opposite directions, the other’s thighs like two soft bookends for the other’s head to rest, while we put each other to the test. I spread her bottom as wide as I could and fucked her with my nose while I made her clit grow. When it matched my own and her leg clamped down on my head as she shook in climax, I came up for air and spun around so that I could give her nether mouth to nether mouth resuscitation. We slow danced until she came down enough to continue to mash like we were on Dancing with the Stars. We didn’t even think about breaking out our toys because we were enjoying bathing in each other’s love and intimacy. We both had front row seats and ample air to breathe as we performed our long overdue horizontal rendezvous. We were like two sides of the same coin as our breasts rolled like breaking waves on the beach as we watched the sun rise and set in the eyes of the one that we know best. When we finally finished and lay exhausted, wet, and shaken, she asked if I was okay, and her question was unmistakable. I turned around into her embrace to lie face to face, and found myself again in her loving gaze. We echoed “I love you,” and with renewed confidence and knowing she whispered, “I can’t wait to meet James,” to which I responded, “James who?”
Happy Hump Day!
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