Chapter 7

Josh

I awake to my phone chiming from an incoming text. I look and see it’s Heather, “Hi Josh! Are you up?”

“I am now :)”

“Wanna have breakfast?”

“Sure! Do you want to meet at Sarah’s Diner on Main?” Then a better idea hits me and I text, “Or, do you want to come here?”

“Let’s eat there!!!” is her instant reply.

“See you soon!”

Getting out of bed, I start to make the covers but think better of it. Screw it, this bed is just gonna be messed up very shortly anyway, I snicker to myself. Putting on some running shorts and a t-shirt, I go down to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.

Heather and I did have plans to get together this afternoon, but I guess she couldn’t wait. That’s perfectly fine with me, I wouldn’t have been able to either. I tell ya, after all the sexy fun we had yesterday, it’s no surprise either one of us could wait to see each other. I’d place bets that before noon we’ll be fucking like there’s no tomorrow.

Yesterday I did something for Heather I never thought I would do for anyone. She told me about a fantasy of being blindfolded and tied to the bed while several guys lined up to have sex with her. On short notice, I was able to arrange for nine of my closest friends to make her fantasy come true. They’re all great guys I can trust implicitly to be gentle, to stop at the slightest hint of trepidation, and make sure that Heather is treated with nothing but the utmost respect.

They all did great and Heather was so surprised. She had the time of her life - and the biggest orgasm of her life! In the end, and with her fantasy fulfilled, she could not thank me enough. Don’t get me wrong here, I had a fantastic time as well; I came two times! Well, actually four if you want to count the two additional ejaculations I had after Heather left and I jacked off thinking about all the sex.

Heather has been dealing with a lot after getting divorced a year and a half ago, but it was a good move on her part; her ex-husband is a real douchebag. I too have not had much luck in the dating world since my former girlfriend of two years broke up with me. It’s not that I haven’t dated afterward, it’s just that nothing seems to work with the others – it’s always the old one-date-and-done routine, either I didn’t impress her, or she didn’t impress me. For the last couple of years, I’ve kept my head in my work of teaching computer science and program development at Grand Rapids Community College. Renovating my farmhouse has been good for me and kept my hands anything but idle.

It sounds like Heather has been handling her life’s challenges by keeping herself just as occupied with her advertising agency position in Chicago. I guess what I’m getting at here is – we both have a ton of pent-up sexual energy to release!

She arrives and we share a few minutes of impassioned kissing at the front door entryway. She thanked me again for all the fun yesterday as we sat down to enjoy eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast.

“What parts did you like best about yesterday?” I ask her.

“Oh, god, there was so much to like. I loved how you took your sweet time to build up my suspense when you were touching me, even if it was borderline pissing me off!” she laughs. “And, oh my god, Josh, you really know how to please a woman with your mouth ... My boobs, my body ... my pussy ... that was so incredible! Then you let me suck you. Twice! And, wow, do you ever feel good in here,” she reaches down to rub between her legs. “I’m so glad we’re having breakfast here. There is no way we could have this conversation in Sarah’s Diner full of nosy townsfolk!”

“You’re absolutely right about that!” I agree.

“And then your friends ... wow! They were all so awesome! I’ll never forget Dan and his mega cream pie! Too funny! But his tongue felt really good cleaning me out like that.”

“He’s one crazy sex fiend for sure! The stories he tells ... whew!”

“I can only imagine,” she says then asks with a wink, “Do you want to know what my absolute favorite part about yesterday was? What really gets my bits buzzing when I think about it?”

“What?”

“When you came in my mouth.”

“Really?” Wow, I’m not gonna lie, hearing her say that was her favorite part is beyond flattering.

“Oh, Josh, it was so ... You taste so good!”

“I do?”

“I know you like your precum, but you’ve never tried your cum too?” She tilts her head.

“I mean, yeah, sure, but—”

“Trust me, it’s great. It’s sweet and mild. Not quite as sweet as your precum, but totally awesome nonetheless.” All this talk about how much she likes the flavors of my sex juices is getting me super hard. “What was your favorite part, or parts, about yesterday?”

“Teasing you and eating your pussy. You’re every bit as delicious as you say I am.”

“Awww ... you’re too sweet! Literally!”

“I also liked watching how you sucked and cleaned me up after, that was so hot to see.”

“I figured you would like that.”

“Oh, I did, trust me, I did!” I laugh.

“All this talk is getting me so horny and wet,” she confides. Being able to relate, I stand and show her how this conversation has affected me; the front of my shorts are tenting outward. “Oh, nice!” She gives me a thumbs up. “Let’s hurry up and finish. There’s a certain cock in there that I need to lay my eyes on ... for the first time!”