Chapter 3

Her legs parted. I cupped her hot sex in my hand, tickling the tender flesh with my fingertips. The middle one found its moist mark. She let out a little moan when it first entered her. Slowly, it sank to the hilt in her grasping tunnel, and she began to stroke me.

My index finger struggled to join his neighbor in her velvet depths, and the clear syrup I leaked lubricated her hand. Our tongues wrestled furiously. Breaking the kiss, I sucked and licked my way down to her precious nipples again, my thumb finding her engorged clit.

“Oh, God!” she squealed. Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, her thighs clamping shut to trap my hand in her special place until her spasms had passed.

“I want you to do that too,” she breathed between kisses.

“What?”

“I want you to feel that good.” She resumed her handjob in earnest, stroking me, fondling the head to smear new moisture around, teasing me with her fingertips, using just the right pressure and speed.

It didn’t take very long. “Loni, I’m gonna...”

“I know,” she said. She continued her stroking, spraying me all over herself. When I was done, she was a mess, gobs of cum splattered in her curls, in her navel, across her belly, and onto the undersides of her perfect breasts. She kissed me and got out of bed. “Don’t go away.”

The full-length mirrors on her door and in the hall let me see her at the bathroom sink. I worshiped her face, admired her breasts, and feasted on the view of her naked ass when she turned to get a towel. Just before she left the bathroom, she saw my reflection.

“You were watching me,” she said when she joined me in her bed.

“Yes.”

“Am I attractive to you? Do you like me?”

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I love being around you.”

“Then why didn’t you ask me out?”

“I didn’t think I should.”

“Why?”

“I’m not into rejection.”

“Does this feel like rejection?” She climbed on top of me and crushed her mouth to mine. My hands stroked her back and ass, her beautiful breasts pressed firmly to my chest.

“I wouldn’t have rejected you,” she sighed. “I’ve been attracted to you since I first saw you, more after we started talking to each other. You’re not like other guys. We can have a conversation without you just standing there looking at my boobs.”

“I didn’t want to see you as sexy.”

“Why?”

“Because then I would have wanted to go to bed with you.”

“That’s where you are.”

“Well, yeah.”

We made out for a while, caressing each other’s bare skin and cuddling. I was in bed with a nude goddess, talking almost like we did at work. Eventually, the subject came to Fred.

She propped herself on one elbow, showing me her breasts. “He told me you wanted to go out with me but were afraid to ask.”

“I’ll kill him. What else did he tell you?”

“He said you were hopeless. Said you claimed to have had lots of girlfriends. He thinks you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Then why were you so awkward about it with me? Girls aren’t supposed to be the aggressor.”

“It’s 1969, Loni. The rules have changed. Women are considered equal to men.”

“Women ARE equal! But we’re not used to having to ask someone out.”

“Okay, fine! Would you go out with me?”

“Considering that I’m naked in bed with you, yes.” She touched my fully-recovered cock. “Maybe you can stop at the drugstore before you pick me up for our date. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

She smelled of cologne, soap, and sweet pussy. I knew what I wanted to do to please her. Between kisses on her breasts, I asked, “Has anyone ever gone down on you?”

“No.”

I kissed lower, my hands keeping her breasts entertained as my tongue caressed her navel. Further down I went, until my mouth was on her soft, black curls.

Her legs spread on their own. She jolted when my tongue first touched her inner thigh, and again several times as I licked and kissed my way up to the tender skin where thigh met womanhood. I licked the crease there and then repeated the treatment on her other leg.

Without warning, I stabbed my tongue against her wet hole. Loni gasped and wrapped her hands in my hair. Not forcefully, not pulling – more like holding on for the ride.

I gave her the best ride I knew how to give, licking, sucking on her lips and clit, plunging my tongue inside her, savoring her. She moaned and gasped as I worked. When she got louder, I pushed a finger deep inside and concentrated my oral efforts on her button.

“Mark! Oh my God!” She climaxed forcefully. I struggled to keep my mouth on her. Her next one could have woken the neighbors. This girl was everything I wanted – breathtakingly beautiful, sexy, bright, funny, career-oriented, and a screamer.

When she was more-or-less done, I wiped my chin and started on her breasts again. She pulled me up for some intense kissing. “I taste myself,” she breathed. “I need you inside me.”

“We don’t have condoms.”

“I don’t care. I want you to take me. I should be pretty safe with where I am in my cycle, but will you promise to pull out?”

“Yes.” I knew how foolish we were, but I didn’t care, either. We were going to have sex, relying on one of the most unreliable birth control methods of all time – the willingness of a man to pull out of a hot, wet pussy, just when nature says he should be buried deep inside.

As soon as I answered her, Loni took hold of my straining manhood and aimed me. She was very snug. warm, but so slippery that I pushed in without a lot of trouble. When I was balls-deep, she kissed me hard.