Paul loved how imaginative Gemma was. For instance, last night they were getting ready for bed, and Gemma said, “Let’s try something different.”

“Like what?” Paul asked.

“You know how you were so proud of yourself for throwing those ‘no look’ passes at your basketball game the other day?”

Paul shrugged, but his expression was one of pride mixed with a twinge of apprehension.

“Tonight I thought we’d try some no look love.”

Now Paul’s expression was one of confusion.

“I’m going to sit on the chair over in the corner, and you’re going to sit in front of the chair, not looking at me, and I’m going to masturbate. No matter how much you want to, you can’t look. You’ll be able to hear all my sounds and maybe you’ll be able to smell how aroused I get, but no matter what, you can’t look. You’ll just have to imagine everything but the smell and the sound.”

Paul rubbed his chin. “What happens if I look?”

Gemma shook her head. “Then the game is over and you sleep on the couch.”

“Okay, I won’t look,” Paul promised.

“You better not. If you’re a good boy and don’t look, here’s what’s going to happen. After I come you can turn around and come to my chair and taste my cunt. You can fuck my cunt with your tongue until I come again, and then you can kiss me. And then you can sit back on the floor and I’ll sit on top of you and fuck your big cock until you come. How does that sound?”

“It sounds great!”

Gemma sat in the chair in the corner and Paul sat cross-legged in front of the chair facing away. He could hear the sounds of Gemma masturbating. Her sighs at first, and the intake of her breath, and the juicy squeak of her fingers working her cunt and clitoris. He could smell her sex scent. And then he could hear her moans, and then her gasp and groan as her orgasm began. He heard her mutter, “Oh god, oh god oh god oh god,” and then a long slow sigh.

He swiveled and lifted her legs and pushed his tongue into her just-come cunt. She gripped his hair and pulled him closer and he licked and tongued and moved his face rapidly side to side and her body jerked. She held his head firmly against her and he licked her clitoris and she jerked again and groaned, and he did it again and she jerked again. She pulled his head up and he kissed her. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. She sucked his tongue avidly for a minute or more and then she pushed him back and he sat on the floor and she mounted him. His cock slid easily into her cunt and she leaned forward and kissed him while squeezing her cunt around his cock and he came. He couldn’t tell if she was coming with him; he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything. They sat locked together breathing hard for several minutes.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t look?” she asked.

“Yes, but now I can’t move,” he said.

“Me neither,” she said. “I guess we’re stuck here forever.”

“Fine with me,” he said.

They kissed.

“If I had looked, would I have really had to sleep on the couch?”

She nodded.

“Can we do it again tomorrow but I get to look, too?”

“Yes, sweetie, we can do it again tomorrow and you get to look too.”

“Good,” he said. He picked her up and carried her to bed.