Chapter 25

I had no idea how long I was out, but suddenly I was awake, feeling like I’d had enough sleep for the moment. Mindy lay next to me on her chest, one arm drooping off the bed. I watched her. She’d pulled the sheet up while I was unconscious, and it covered her to her waist.

I could see the edge of her boob peeking out from under her, which was very sexy, and I thought again, really nice tits. The sheet draped over her ass couldn’t hide the shape under it. She had one of the nicest butts I’d ever seen. Smart woman, intelligent, a sense of humor, still finding her way in the world. If I’d never have met Karen, I’d be considering the pros and cons of Mindy and of becoming serious about her, with the pros being way ahead in the totals column.

But I had met Karen and, no disrespect to Mindy or any other woman, Karen had everything I’d ever wanted. Funny, smart, that sneaky way she had of seeming to be inside my head, kind-hearted, smart as a whip, sweet, that extraordinary thing that happened when we climaxed and our minds seemed to join together. Oh, and, of course, the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. So it’d be some other lucky bastard who’d wind up with Mindy, and I hoped he’d appreciate what he’d won.

I lay there, admiring her butt while thinking about all the things we’d done and what we might yet do, and my eyes drifted across the room to where our clothes lay scattered about and to the desk in the corner, where lay the dildos and vibrators and the bottle of lube.

I had several images and thoughts in my head at that moment. One was the recent image of Mindy’s butt under the sheet, another was her talking about how her ass felt good and how she got a rush when I pushed my finger in it but she knew that was wrong, kinky, and it shouldn’t make her feel so good. Then I flashed back to high school and meeting Katy LaMonica, very petite, and surprisingly my first submissive with a decided predilection for ass play.

The submissive part had been a little strange, because I really don’t like that kind of dominance in a relationship, but we’d worked with it. And I’d been surprised to find that she really got off with things in her ass.

When we’d talked she told me she used a butt plug with a vibrator if she couldn’t find a guy who’d do her in the butt. However, she started out by experimenting with a torpedo vibrator in her ass, which she’d discovered she loved.

Mindy was still struggling with the idea of anal insertion, sure that it was too kinky and probably painful, trying to reconcile it with how she felt when guys played with her ass. The slaps had given her a rush, my tongue on her taint had gotten her crazy, and she thought that my finger slipping into her butthole had gotten her off.

It troubled her on some level, trying to determine if this was something she could do or wanted to. And looking at the silver torpedo vibrator lying on the desk next to the bottle of lube, I wondered if that might be something that could help her make a decision.

She could hate it, become angry, tell me to get out. Or she could love it and maybe it would smooth the path to her acceptance. I wasn’t sure, but I got quietly off the bed, went to the desk and brought everything except the giant dildo back to the bed. I placed them on top of my pants lying on the floor, to keep the dust off them.

I got back on the bed beside her. She hadn’t moved, looking very relaxed indeed. I remembered the first time we’d made love, how surprised I’d been by her body when she finally revealed it to me. I’d decided that she chose to wear her old, baggy clothes so that she wouldn’t become an object of lust and potential conquest to all the guys she met. Which would surely happen if she wore anything to accentuate her figure.

I’d made a point of exploring her body, as I did with all the women I slept with, to find those places worthy of closer inspection, the areas that were most sensitive and responsive. Those were triggers that got women aroused when they were played with. I’d found a couple on her, besides her ass. The one that stuck with me was a tiny area in the small of her back. When I’d tongued it she went nuts.

I was feeling pretty good right now, not tired at all, surprising given how I’d felt just after I’d cum the last time. She was still asleep, so maybe she was still tired. Only one way to find out.

I started at her neck, where it joins the shoulder, kissing it lightly, sometimes darting my tongue out. Then I worked my way down to the trapezius muscle, then down her spine, inch by inch.

She was awake now. I sensed how her breathing had changed, and her muscles weren’t as relaxed. My e-dar was telling me that she was thinking, ‘I wasn’t quite ready to wake up, but this is interesting. Let’s see where this goes.’

So southward I continued. I’d placed my hands on her sides to stabilize me as I worked on her. They followed my path. When I reached the bottom of her spine I had to push the sheet down, and I could feel her start to tense. I almost remembered where the spot I was looking for was situated, and I thought it was right about ... here.

I extended my tongue and moved it slowly around the area I recalled from my first exploration. I did it for about ten seconds when she raised her head slightly and said, “Oh. My. Goddddd!” I kept it up, teasing her, and she started to twitch when my tongue found a certain spot, and each twitch was accompanied by a tiny grunt.

Clearly this was the spot. I tried to keep my tongue steady as I shifted position lower on the bed and pulled the sheet further down. Damn, that ass is fucking gorgeous! I gripped the cheeks of her ass and massaged it while my tongue continued working on her magic spot.

Now she was muttering “Omigod. Omigod” and her fingers were clawing the sheets. Okay, maybe time to move on. I followed the path of the spine down and onto her butt and when it reached the crack of her ass her mantra changed to “Oh, please, please!” She wasn’t that specific, but I kinda got the general sense of it.

My thumbs pulled the cheeks of her butt apart, opening up the crack and when my tongue got just above her asshole she lost the ability to formulate English and it became grunts and gasps as I inched closer and closer.

The moment my tongue hit it she shouted something, it might have been “Yes!” but she was choking out the words and it got garbled. I was pretty sure it was positive. I tried to stuff my tongue in it, but it was as effective as tongue-fucking, meaning not at all as far as penetration went.

But no matter, it still made her crazy so I went at it for another minute because it was a rush hearing her get so wound up. When my tongue got worn out trying to push, I moved lower to the perineum and flicked it back and forth. This made her nuts in a different way. It felt to me like I was suspending her at the edge of some slope, teetering, and it was the effort at keeping her balance that was getting her so wired.

I’d never tried this before, but I wondered what might happen if I sent her a few pulses, not quite orgasms, right now. I linkcast the one called Shiver, just a pulse of pleasure.

“Oh, Christ, yes!”

Okay, that was positive right there. Every fifteen seconds or so, maybe we’ll try that.

And after a couple of minutes what I was sensing was a feeling of desperation, like she was hovering and couldn’t move to where she could let go.

I have a tendency to use these encounters as a learning situation, trying new things to see how they worked, and perhaps ignoring the feelings of my partner as I tried to figure out some new aspect of this weird gift I’d been given. It’s a failing of mine, and I should be more aware of it. She was feeling frustrated and I’d made that happen. I was a little embarrassed about it.