I can’t get her out of my head. It has been precisely twelve hours since I tasted her lips. It was a simple Truth or Dare game from Julie’s birthday party last night. When it was my turn, I picked “Dare,” and I was dared to French-kiss Julie for two minutes. That was not difficult at all. I have had a crush on her since graduate school. Julie is the kindest person I have ever known. She is also quick-witted, smart, and always finds the most surprising research topics.
It was a perfect first kiss. It started off sweetly, our lips barely brushing against each other’s. The half-drunken crowd booed us, and then Julie tentatively slid the tip of her tongue along my lower lip. It sent a shiver down my spine. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into her. She took in one breath and waited, seemingly unsure of what to do, so I explored her slowly to let her feel me. Her hands that were resting on my arms tightened their grip as she leaned into me, and responded to me fully. It was blissful.
Then, whoever was counting time announced, “Two minutes!”
When we drew apart, I saw something lingering in Julie’s eyes: she wanted more. I tried to get her alone after that, but it was impossible. I ached for her when I lay in bed last night, fingering myself to a frenzy with wanting her. When I saw the sun come up against my window this morning, I couldn’t take it any longer. I got up, showered and drove over to her house.
Julie opens the door herself. Her eyes are bloodshot; did she have a sleepless night too?
“Hey Jules,” I put on my suave, casual voice.
She offers a half-smile, then looks away.
“Are you all right?” I brush a loose strand of hair out of her face. Her lips twitched when my fingers touched her cheek. “Couldn’t sleep?”
Her small nose turns pink. She shines her doe’s eyes towards mine, shimmering with tears freshly forming. “I’m confused.”
My heart skips a beat. “About what?”
Her lips quiver, but she remains silent.
“Jules,” I step closer and cradle her in my arms. “Does this have anything to do with our kiss last night?”
Her body freezes.
“Was it that bad?” I try to joke, and chuckle unconvincingly. I can smell her jojoba shampoo, clean and pleasant, just like her.
She looks up at me, her brown eyes ablaze. “No,” she states. “I liked it…” She whispers, “…so much.”
The world has stopped. I watch myself in slow motion as I bend down to kiss her long and deep. She no longer hesitates, and delves her tongue into my mouth as we melt into each other.
I guide her over to her sofa. No matter how many times I have imagined having her, nothing prepares me for actually seeing her body curved against mine, her voice purring.
She takes off her baby blue tank top as I peel off her sweatpants, she is naked underneath. Her voluptuous curves are shown to their full advantage under the morning sun. I soak in the sight of her. She is glorious, even more sumptuous than I have ever envisioned. I knead her full, firm breasts and lick her nipples. Her breath quickens and she unconsciously parts her legs.
My right hand travels down along her smooth skin to her heated cleft. I gently thumb her swollen clit. As it throbs, I feel my own pussy getting drenched, yearning for her touch. But that can wait; Julie must be satisfied first. I watch her eyes glaze over with lust. I circle her clit slowly and deliberately. Her soft moans send tingling reverberations down my back. My mouth leaves her delicious breasts, and down to her pussy. It is small and cute: a pink flower bud.
I spread her knees a little wider, and then commence licking her folds. She arches her back and pushes her pelvis into my mouth. My lips wet with her sweet juice, I stab my tongue hard and quick into her slit. She bucks against me as her hands grip the fabric of her sofa. Her rhythmic movement, the smell of her sex filling my nostrils, her urgent groans combined with the squishing sound my fingers and tongue are making are driving me insane with ecstasy. I can feel her about to erupt under my onslaught: her angelic face turned towards the ceiling, as a powerful orgasm clutches her from within and make her scream out her release.
As the pleasure waves ebb slowly away, she opens her eyes, and gazes dreamily at me. I wish this moment could last forever. I prop myself up next to her, and hold her in my arms.
“That was…” She pauses to search for the right word, “…unbelievable.”
I laugh softly. “Glad you liked it.”
“Would you teach me to do that to you, once I get my wind back?” she whispers softly in my ear.
My grin threatens to split my face in two. “Yes, over and over again.”
Bio of the author: Anna is a shameless romantic, lifelong bookworm, and chronic daydreamer. She writes erotic romances for the fiercely loyal at heart. Catch her typing naked at her blog: Anna Bayes.