Chapter 3

Sara went home to her apartment. Her boyfriend, Eddie Burns, was watching TV. She kissed Eddie on the cheek and went to the kitchen to see what she could rustle up for dinner.

Eddie followed Sara into the kitchen, “Hey, what can I do? Or am I only needed for cleanup duty?

“Just clean up tonight, Honey. I’m going to cook up some pasta and warm up the sauce you made the other day.”

Eddie was a thoughtful boyfriend and a good lover. But Sara couldn’t stop thinking about what she observed at her mother’s house and what Tom did for his mother to fulfill her need for sex. Sara never had a boy or man lick her pussy, and always wondered if it was as good as her girlfriends said it was. Before Sara was a senior in high school, she only had one encounter with a boy where she let him feel her up. Sara jerked him off and never saw him again. That was her total sexual experience until she was a senior, and Don Weathers dated and fucked her. She had to admit that she and Don would forgo oral sex because they were always in too much of a hurry to fuck.

Going on a date with Don to see a movie and then fuck in the back seat of his car and get home before curfew didn’t give them a lot of time. Sara broke up with Don shortly after graduation.

Eddie Burns was two years older than Sara and her first boyfriend after high school. After high school, she no longer had a curfew, and things were not so frantic. Sara did not have a problem sucking his cock as they played in bed before having sex or when he asked for the favor. But Eddie would not go down on her. Outside of that one quirk, Sara knew she would not find a nicer guy than Eddie Burns.

That night, Eddie wanted to make love to Sara. Sara thought about her brother going down on her mother. Then she wondered if her dad ever went down on her. Then thought, of course, he must have. Her mother was so casual about the fact that she and Tom had oral sex. It was as if it was expected in any normal sexual relationship.

Sara decided to give it one more try, “Eddie, can you try to lick me? Please, I want to know what it’s like to have someone do that for me.”

“Sara, you know I don’t want to do that. Come on, love, give me a kiss.”

Although Sara knew she was overreacting and maybe jealous of her mother, “Well, Eddie, if you don’t do it for me, don’t expect me to suck your dick ever again.”

“But you said you liked sucking my cock.”

Sara rolled over and turned her back to Eddie, “Go sleep on the fucking couch.”

Eddie took his pillow and left for the living room. He was confused and wondered why the sudden change in Sara’s attitude toward his not wanting to lick her pussy.