Chapter 8

We waved goodbye, and headed out. Once we were seated in my car, I asked Kathy what she wanted to eat, and, when I heard no reply, I turned to her.

Her smile, and the twinkle in her eye, led me to ask the classic Man Question: “What?”

“You don’t know, do you?”

“Nope, that would be why I asked. What are you hungry for?”

Her smile broadened, and she responded, “You. I hunger for your touch, I long to see the googley eyed look on your face when I suck you, and I want to feel you throb on my tongue. I wanna make you come in my mouth!”

I gaped at her for a moment, long enough for her to continue. “And, once I’ve brought you off, and drunk down everything that your tasty tool can offer me, I’m gonna suck you hard all over again, and you are gonna schtup the stuffings out of me, until I cream all over your hot throbbing fuckstick! I want you to jet your love lotion all over my ovaries, and then we’ll fall asleep together, so I can listen to you breathe all night long. Unless, of course, I awaken overnight and decide I want some more of that good nookie you do so well!”

Gotta love a woman with a plan! “OK, I’m in! Now, you had been talking about, ya know, FOOD, a while ago. If you prefer, we can think about left overs later on tonight, alright?”

She smiled. “Let’s see if, once I leave you a shriveled, dried out man-husk, you are able to crawl to the kitchen! THEN we can consider left overs!”

Arriving home, I secured the vehicle, and trundled our stuff to the door to the house. She fished the keys from my pocket, and unlocked the door. I dumped our stuff on the sofa, turning to lock up. Once I’d finished, I Iooked around to find Kathy, only she was not in evidence.

I peeked into this room, and that, and finally found her perched, nakedly, on my bed. I must have been a very good boy, to receive such a gift, with such lovely wrapping besides! I was not clear on the occasion, but I needed to be sure to thank the Spirit who occasioned this particular celebration!

I drew her to her feet, wrapping her in my embrace. She nuzzled my shoulder, and raised her face for a kiss. We parted, and she held me at arm’s length, observing, “It sure appears that you are overdressed for this party! Here, let me help you!”

She knelt at my feet, releasing my belt and flicking the button free. She drew my pants down, shorts as well, until she assisted me in releasing my feet from my clothing. I tossed my shirt onto the pile of laundry on the chair, and she rose, embracing me again.

I greatly enjoyed her warmth, savored her firm nipples attempting to burrow into my chest, as she crushed my throbbing reltney into her belly. She purred, wiggling as if to get closer to me.

“Hmmm! I love how you get all hard and throbbing for me. Are you gonna get any sleep at all tonight, or will my soft brown body keep you, well, “up”, all night?”

“I dunno. Can’t wait to find out, though! Have you ever had a sleep over with a boy, before?”

“Nope. Never wanted to, before you!” Another snuggle, a leisurely kiss. “So, now that you have me in your evil clutches overnight, just what sort of debauchery, wickedness, predations upon my soft innocence do you have in mind?”

I met her gaze, and smiled. “Well, you have sucked me, several times, and I’ve been mighty pleased with your efforts, and your skills.”

She rejoined, “Hmmmph! That’s what I thought! You had better be appreciative, because I brought my game, and you were melting in my hands!”

“ ... or, mouth?”, I suggested.

Kathy giggled, lighting up her entire face. “Or, my mouth! Yeah, you were pretty much melting with enthusiasm, when I was taking you in my mouth!”

“So,” I continued, “Why don’t we see how I do, at returning the favor!”

“You want to suck me?”

“No, not exactly. What I want to do, is make you melt, make you scream with pleasure, as close as I can get to how you destroyed me. It only seems reasonable that, if you can reduce me to a quivering mass of post orgasmic goo using only your mouth, perhaps I can give you similar pleasure, with my mouth!”

She looked reflective, for a moment. “I’ve never had anybody suck me before. Are you sure?”

“Well, if you have never experienced what it is like to receive, well, it is probably way past time that I fixed that gap in your life experience! Let’s go!”

I began to edge her backwards toward the bed, preparatory to toppling her over onto her back, so I could dive into her sex. She was kissing me and running her hands over my back, when she paused abruptly. Shyly, she confessed, “I haven’t washed since my shower this morning. I’m probably all stinky!”

“So? I think I know what I am letting myself in for. If you aren’t ready, we can explore this later. For myself, I’m eager to drive you insane with my tongue. Tell you what: if we shower, now, would that help you relax and enjoy things?”

“If I didn’t think I’d be all stinky, yeah, I wouldn’t be distracted by worrying if you would be grossed out. Wanna shower?”

“Do I want to shower? With you? Naked? Have you SEEN you? And, for bonus points, I get to rub warm soapy water all over your lovely body? Not simply ‘YES!’, but ‘Hell, YES!’ I’ll get the water right, please grab a couple of towels from that closet over there.”

She pirouetted, with remarkable effects on her toned derriere, and I tore myself away from ogling admiring her curves, and entered the bathroom and started the shower. She settled the towels on the counter, and we stepped into the cascading water.

She rolled her head and shoulders beneath the shower head, and I admired the muscles working beneath her smooth brown skin, the symmetric sway of her breasts. Turning her back, she peeked over her shoulder, and asked, “Wasn’t somebody going to wash my back?”

I did so. And her rump, and her flanks. Kathy’s breasts seemed in need of just a little cleaning, and that turned into full on caresses. She soaped her hand, and began to ensure that my schwanz was sparkling clean.

As I ran the washcloth down her taut tummy, and over her mons, I squatted, working up a lather in her wiry pubic hair. I turned her this way and that, rinsing all the soap from her sex. I leaned in for a kiss, nuzzling her thighs, running my forefinger up and down her crease. I parted her pubic hair, seeking her clitoris with my tongue. I smooched her labia, and rubbed my nose along her sex.

“You seem to be working pretty hard at keeping my pubes out of your way,” she observed. “I betcha I know how you could devote your full attention to pleasuring your loving girlfriend!”

I backed up a bit. “Oh? Maybe, giving you a trim?”

She blushed. “I heard some of the girls talking at clinical the other day. They said that they shaved all their hair off, and that their boyfriends really liked it. Would you like it if I shaved it all off?’

I considered this for a minute. “Yep, I think I would. How about I clip your hair, and then shave you? I have the razor, the shaving cream, and the clippers right over there.”

Her shy grin spoke her consent, and we stepped to the counter. As she gave a little hop, I grasped her trim waist and hoisted her to the counter top. She settled in, and parted her legs. I kissed her sex “Hello!”, and patted her dry. I slid the trash can over to the floor beneath her, and clicked on the trimmer.

I buzzed up one side, and down the other. It seemed as if she enjoyed the vibrations, because her breathing caught a time or three, as I swept her hair off the counter and into the can. I patted her dry again, in order to sweep errant hairs away, and picked up a mirror, allowing her to assess our progress. She turned the mirror this way and that, as if unsure of what she was seeing. “I haven’t seen my sex like this since I was a little girl! I don’t know about this, but I suppose it is a bit late to change my mind, isn’t it?”