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We awoke to coffee and then a few beers, some relaxing conversation about
last night. We'd gotten kind of wild and had a great time but now I was
sort of wishing they'd go. In no hurry mind you, just thinking about what I
might do with the day. Vague ideas, like clean up the house and run some
errands. I knew they had to get back to the city and were thinking of the
same types of things that they needed to do. The weekend was nearly over,
and they left.

I shaved and brushed my teeth but didn't shower, didn't think I'd need one.
Then I grabbed the remaining beer from the fridge and was off to Tiffany's.
Why? Well, I thought we might do something cool on a Sunday afternoon,
perhaps a drive in the country to check out the Fall colors and shoot the
shit, find some back-woods adventure. I was also still horny from last
nights adventures and there was always that slight chance that she'd be in
the mood as well. And if not? I could still look at her and think about it,
save it for later...
 
She'd slept late and I woke her looking cute as hell, hair sticking in all
directions and her bare feet padding across the hard wood floor. She
plopped down on the couch with one leg curled up so that her heel was just
touching her pubis area, then she pulled it up in there even closer with
her hands. This was all an unconscious act on her part, it was natural
movement, a comfortable couch position, she was just waking up.

As she did she joined me for a few beers and we talked over the cheap
jam-box spilling out some late '70s. I don't remember what was playing.
Hell, I don't even remember what we were talking about and it was only a
few days ago. What I do remember was that we were having a good time just
sitting there. I was watching her and she knew it, she always does, even
when she's looking another direction. I was noticing her perfect little
toes and the curve of her cheek just below the ear lobe. When she stepped
into the kitchen I was looking at her legs as they met her ass just under
the shorts. I watched her little fingers as she loaded a bowl...

We spent a few hours this way, no drive in the country today. It was the
end of a big weekend for both of us and just sitting around was a cool
thing to do. I do remember talking about a guy she's had a relationship
with since we broke up, apparently he's a big guy, where it counts. Should
that bother me? No, I know I'm in the medium range and I know I know what
to do with it. Women, with the best of intentions, may tell a man anything
but the body language is what really tells the story. When the sheets are
soaked with sweat and come and they're laying there out of breath... When
her muscles are twitching and grasping your cock and she makes noises she'd
never make in public, (Someone call 911! She's having a seizure!). Well, if
you can do that you don't spend much time worrying about the size of your
best friend. I have a feeling that too many guys are just out there
clueless as to what women really want when they're in bed, and a big one
swinging doesn't make up for a lot of well placed attention. (Might be good
for a rape fantasy but then you'd realize you'd just been fucked, nothing
more)

All of this talk, and the whole time I'm admiring her features and she
knows it. There's talk of going for another six-pack and also talk of a
nap, so we can get up later and do something. I'm opting for the nap and
slide behind her on the futon. If I can just touch her... and I do.
Starting slowly as she lays there, a kiss on the ear and slowly running a
palm down the length of her body. Pulling her closer into that spoon sort
of position. Reaching around...

Her breasts are small and I love'em. The nipples are bigger than a pencil
erasure, perfect to nibble on, and they can be gently poked inward and stay
there, which makes for something fun to giggle at and then suck back out.
Yes they're small, but for some reason warrant more attention than most
(Because I know she likes them too).

I know she's hot but she's also leery. It's been a long time and a hard
road since we last made love. We both know we do it well and I think that
scares her a bit. She doesn't want to get back into it, unsure of where
this little encounter might lead us. But she's hot and knows that I am as
well. I pulled off my shorts and my raging woody is right there, and here,
and over there.

I'm begging for a chance to get my head between her legs but she's adamant,
she's not into it, not in the mood, probably worried about all of the
potential consequences, thinking about the past. "You know I'd rather have
you between my legs than anyone else, but not now!" What surprised me was
that she was grabbing my dick as she said it.

I've never been one to really get off on blow jobs. It's excellent foreplay
but not the end product, I like to be well inside in one of two other
places. She moved down and began some incredible work, her lips moving over
the head  of my cock and her tongue exploring that sensitive underside, her
hand moving up and down its shaft. 

A million thoughts were running through my mind. Could she smell Melissa
from the night before? Would that be a turn-on?  (Tiffany's been with
women) I was beginning to think that this was a "sympathy" job, after all,
we're good friends, maybe she felt bad about that raging hard on and
thought she'd just give me a little help with it. But it wasn't looking
that way, it was looking like she was really getting off on the job, I
certainly was. Then I was thinking about what she'd been doing the night
before. Perhaps she'd had a big time herself and didn't want me down there
to see the matted hair and dried come.

As I said, a blow job is preliminary, I like it to lead to the real thing,
but you take what you can get and I knew this was all I was going to get.
Enjoy I thought to myself and looked down. Her head was hovering over my
pelvis and concentrating on my head, the swollen one. Her lips and tongue
creating that suction and her hand moving up and down the base. I felt
myself coming and let her know, as if I needed to. (I'm getting a woody
now, just thinking about it). I came as usual, in several big spurts, no
pre-come, and she was loving every second of it, eating it up. 

I relaxed almost instantly and was pulling her up toward me for a kiss. She
had swallowed all but a faint after taste, but it was there, a definite
texture other than her saliva. And this time I was alone in my sweat and
exhaustion, she wasn't even breathing hard. Then she was putting on shorts
and going to the beer store as I laid back to sleep

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I remember her sliding into bed with me when she returned. And that sleepy
half cuddling, and pulling her close. Then we were waking up and it was
nearing dark outside, late afternoon. She was on her stomach in that all to
familiar position; her hed pressed into a pillow and her ass cheeks bobing
in the air. One hand under, massaging that clit.

I just wanted to help and tried to with a finger sliding between her cheeks
and stroking those lips as she rubbed her clit, it was only a moment before
she rolled onto her back and spread those beautiful legs to the air so that
I'd have access. God, her clit felt bigger than I'd remembered! I rubbed in
a careful but hard and rythmic manner, trying to immitate her own actions.
She was wet, and I slid a finger down and over her labia... Then one finger
in and bringing the juices back up to coat her clit.

She was grabbing my cock in a half ass attempt to return the favor and I
was loving it because that meant she was. My cock was raging and her touch
was making me forget the job I had at hand. It was only a minute or so
untill she was pulling me over on top of her, right where I'd been dreaming
of being. Right at the center of things, that place that a man and woman
meet to worship all of creation in there own private way.

When she's really hot and ready, and very wet from the foreplay it's an
easy entrance. I slide right in and the feeling is wonderful. That warmth,
that knowing that you're sharing something very intimate with another, that
feeling of being here and now. I have her head in my hands wondering where
the next kiss should go, and arching my back to do it because she's so much
shorter. My cock is buried and I'm grinding my body, everything I have,
against her. Not on her, but against that one point that gives her
pleasure. Against that one point she'll rub on for hours without end on her
own. I'm arched even more, grabbing those lucious nipples in my lips, and
she rolls me over...

I'm on my back as she slides down over me, and she's facing away now. I'm
looking at her ass slide up and down, grabbing it and moaning encouragement
as she's grabbing my ankles. She's rubbing her clit as she rides my horse,
it's almost too much but I'm holding in there, just amazed at watching her
do her thing. But we have to stop for a minute, slow down, or I'll be
worthless in a few seconds.

We ended up with her on top but facing me, slowly moving up and then down.
Pausing, exploring each others tunges, her cunt gripping my shaft and
releasing it. That's enough to drive any man over the brink. "Stop! Wait!
Slow down..." She did...  I slid on top so as to have a little more control
over my own body, and perhaps give a little pleasure as well...

I told her to touch herself. I could feel her fingers working her clit as I
slowly eased the head of my cock between her swollen lips, moving it in and
then around, feeling the muscles of her vagina squeeze around it. I began
to bury it, as deep as I can and grinding my pelvis against her clit, then
taking long strokes, which drive me up the wall. I was on my way and then I
was there, pulling out and grasping my cock in hand, jerking it in what
must look like a violent way, spewing come all over the sheets as she
moaned. (Man, that sucks. She's not on the pill, if they've got one I'll
take it!).
     
Tiffany's Orgasms: I don't know that she's had one. That's hard for a guy
like me to think about, I pride myself on attention to my significant
other. I also feel she's stopped me before when it was about to happen, as
if it just became too intense. And I know that feeling, I can stay raging
hard after intense love-making but it doesn't mean I'm up for more, just
touching me at that point feels like an orgasm. She seems to get on a wave,
like she's riding the crest on top of an orgasm. That feeling of almost
being there, for long periods of time, as if you're almost there. I know
that feeling. Have you ever made love on Ecstacy? Perhaps when it was still
the real shit? Back when it was legal? But that's another story...

_____________________________________

I love writing this shit, it's like getting laid twice. And I love the fan
mail.






                

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