Chapter 9

It was my turn to have my jaw drop. She’d said yes! It ... it was going to happen!

“But...,” she said, “let’s use a bed.”

“Absolutely!”

She stood, and I could tell she was trembling just as much as I was. Her smile was more nervous than before.

Still not believing what I’d heard, I got out of the tub. We dried off without speaking. She finished first and calmly waited for me.

“You don’t have to, you know,” I blurted.

“You don’t want to?” She was still calm, but with an amused smile.

“I do. More than anything.”

“Then let’s go.”

I sucked in my breath and nodded.

She turned and led the way to my bedroom. We pulled off the covers together and then she lay on the bed. My pulse continued to race and my nerves were on fire as she stretched out on the bed. I knelt on the mattress, below her feet and just looked at her.

She was beautiful. From the curve of her calves to the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Her breasts rose and fell steadily with her breath, and I admired her hard nipples.

But I had a job to do.

I leaned forward and nudged her thighs further apart. I blew lightly on her pussy and then hovered over her tattoo.

The word “tasty” was clear once I was close.

So. I kissed it. Lightly, with a hint of moisture.

She squirmed, and I grinned.

I kissed her tattoo again, and then slowly, teasingly, feathered kisses across her mound. I scooted back and continued until I was directly above her clit. She squirmed again, and then I kissed her there. But this time, I didn’t pull my mouth away.

My brain lost focus as the giddy warmth took ahold of me. I was actually doing it!

I licked her like I was starving. I couldn’t hold back. I kissed and licked and sucked and stuck my tongue in her as far as I could. She tasted amazing and smelled divine. I floated, hearing only her soft cries of pleasure, knowing only her wriggles and squirms underneath me.

I couldn’t get enough of her. Finally, I was tasting her, pleasuring her. I wasn’t going to stop until she came.

And I didn’t.

She trembled and moaned. When she finally peaked, she arched her back and cried out, before rapidly pushing me back.

I propped myself up on my elbows, my face soaked in her juice, completely pleased with myself.

She panted for almost a minute before she smiled down at me.

“Wow,” she said.

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe we did that.”

“I’ve wanted to do it since we were kids.”

She chuckled and eased up so she was propped on one of her pillows. She patted the one next to her. I crawled up and stretched out by her side. She didn’t cuddle into me. Instead, she took my hand in hers.

“I can’t believe we did that,” she repeated.

“We did, though.”

She nodded.

My nerves returned. “I hope it was okay...”

“Oh, it was good.” She chuckled. “Easily one of the best.”

“Really?”

She sensed the eagerness in my voice and laughed.

“Yes,” she said, “my little brother’s really good at eating pussy.”

“Happy to do it anytime.”

She nodded and then glanced down at my erection, flopped against my abdomen.

“We should take care of you.”

“Yeah...”

Without a word, she grabbed my cock and twisted around. She rose to her hands and knees as she gave my shaft a couple of pumps. Then pulled her hair back and shot me a grin.

And then she began to suck my dick.

I felt incredible. Like I’d won the lottery and the Super Bowl and the World Series all at once. Her tight mouth, the heat, the--the fact that it was her.

I’d like to say I lasted a while, but it was maybe thirty seconds before I lost control. I gasped and shook as I exploded and filled her mouth. My body burned with pleasure and my brain went—somewhere. All I knew was how good I felt.

I came back to myself, warm and very gooey-happy, as Natalie twisted back around, and this time cuddled into my side.

“Happy?” she quietly asked.

“The happiest I’ve ever been.”

I wrapped an arm around her and just enjoyed her body against mine.

Sometime after that, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up, alone, and in pain. The effects of Natalie’s cream had worn off and I’d rolled over onto my bruise. Wincing, I rolled off it, and slowly lifted my head to check the clock. It was still late morning, so I hadn’t slept very long. But I immediately worried about Natalie.

I climbed out of bed and a wave of dizziness hit. I steadied myself as I wondered about how much I’d drunk. A little too much, apparently.

I put on some boxers. I probably didn’t need them, but it felt weird without something on. Then I went to the bathroom and took some ibuprofen. Hopefully, it’d help. I did not want a bad hangover.

I found Natalie in her own room, crashed on her side on her bed. She’d set up a trash can as a possible barf bucket, but hadn’t actually done so. She was snoring, so I quietly closed her door and went to the kitchen for something non-alcoholic to drink. I got some juice and sank into a chair at the kitchen table.

We’d done it. We’d actually done it. Not all the way, but I’d eaten her out and she’d gone down on me. That was far, far more than I’d ever thought remotely possible.

It was a little weird that it was still early in the day. I hadn’t expected to fall asleep, and Natalie had, too. Maybe we’d drunk too much.

Of course, I’d also hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night. A little nap after a huge orgasm made sense. I, just, well...

I didn’t like being alone. If I was honest, I’d been disappointed to not find Natalie in bed with me.

I certainly hoped everything was all right.

I drank some more juice. After a bit, I decided to fix lunch. We’d bought ground beef and taco seasoning mix, and I decided tacos might be a good “avoiding a hangover” food.

Halfway through cooking the meat, Natalie entered the kitchen. She wore her sweats and gave me a pained smile.

“How are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice.

“Tired.”

“Hung over?”

“Not really.” She sank into a chair at the table. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

I snorted softly. “Me neither.”

“What were you awake for?”

“Couldn’t stop thinking.”

She nodded knowingly.

“You too?”

“Yeah. I ... well...” She shrugged. “I dunno. I was worried you wouldn’t—”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Want the same thing I did.”

I barked a laugh. “Really?”

She looked at me warily.