Chapter 2

The gentleman takes the side with the wet spot. I think that’s written somewhere. At any rate, it’s a huge wet spot. The first mating between me and Remy Beckett – apparently BOTH of us were harboring strong desires for the event.

Now I have Remy lying atop me smiling broadly. “I got you.”

“You did.”

“Am I hopeless?”

“Remy, I never saw you as ‘hopeless’ in any fashion.” I squeezed her butt.

“No butt,” she said.

“Oh, HORRIBLE,” I laughed. “I just experienced the single greatest mating in my life and it was with a girl with no butt. No, sweetie, you have a cute butt.”

“No tits, either.”

“Raise up a little.”

She knew where this was heading, I’m sure. She raised up, presenting me with a pair of small, firm, A-cup tits with prominent pink nipples. My first contact with them was to fasten my lips over one, suckle, and explore with my tongue.

“Omigod!”

“Want me to stop?”

“No! Do the other one.”

I sampled the twin to the first one, going after it for as long as she captured my head against her chest.

When she let me free, I asked, “Now, is there anything wrong with that? Most perfect things in the world.”

She slid sideways off me, nestled close. “Bob, you’ve always been nice to me. Tell me that you’ll be like that with this part of us.”

I parsed what she’d said. This was now part of us. In the time we’d known each other, even after the separation and divorce, we’d gone out together a bunch of times. I always told myself that it was because I just wanted a friend with me, and Remy was a friend. Never thought of any of them as a ‘date’.

“I’ve always been this way about you.”

“You never said anything.”

“Remy, I enjoyed how we were. I was afraid that you didn’t really want more and I didn’t want to wreck what we have.”

“That’s how I was. It was making me crazy.”

“Don’t be crazy.”

“It may be worse now. I knew sex was supposed to be better than the first time, but I had no idea...”

“Matters who you’re with. You’re this dream...”

“You have weird dreams, Bob.”

“Nope. You just showed me that my dreams don’t go far enough.”

“We needed each other. I admitted it to myself.” She leaned up and kissed me. “Now, can I play?”

“I’m yours.” Her fingers traced a path through the stickiness around my dick.

“I didn’t know we’d make a mess.”

“You’re juicy. I’m juicy. And I just had the most massive orgasm in my entire life.”

Her fingers idly tracing, touching, had my dick starting to come back to life. “So how often do married people do it?”

“I’ve heard different lines. The last six months I was married, I never did it.”

“Once a day?” she smiled at me.

“Twice. Three times. Every time I can catch you and you don’t say ‘no’.”

“I like that answer. Goes both ways. I heard these things need a while to recharge.” She was holding my dick with two fingers. “This one’s all sticky.”

“Lemme go wash it off...”

“That’s me ‘n’ you,” she said. “I ... uh ... you don’t believe oral sex, is, like, evil or something...”

“No, I don’t think it’s evil.”

“So you’ve done it.”

“Yes, I’ve done it. I like it.”

“So if I spread my legs you’d do my pussy like you did my titties while ago?”

“I’d enjoy it. I’d hope you would, too.”

“Even with your stuff in there?”

“It’s us.”

She’s fast. The bed bounced and I had her cheek low on my belly. A sniff. A kiss. And the head of my dick was in her mouth. She bobbed up. “We’re delicious. Kiss me.”

Oh yeah ... feather in my arms, her eyes mirthful, her lips hungry.

“You need to be careful,” I warned her. “You’re the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me and that thing’s liable to go off fast.”

“Because I’m good?”

“You’re very good.”

“You do know that’s the first time I ever really played with one. I’m kinda clueless. I mean, I listen to all the talk and read stuff, but I never...”

“You just have fun with it. I’m not forcing you to do anything.”

“What if I force you? Like just walk up to you and start fondling you ‘n’ stuff?”

“I’m completely yours.”

“And if I suck on you and you come, that’s good?”

“For me. I hope you don’t get grossed out.”

“It does sound kinda gross, but I just tasted me and you and I kinda like it.”

She bounced down again. This time she used her tongue to harvest every bit of noticeable wetness, then she came back up, a big smile on her face. “Kiss me again.”

As I did, I pushed her gently onto her back. “There’s gotta be a first time for everything.”

I looked at her thin nude form on the bed. “You gotta know how many times I looked at you on the sofa.”

“I know you looked. You tried to not be obvious.”

“It was enticing then, with clothes on. Now...”

I renewed an attack on a titty, eliciting squeals. I started kissing downward from there, stopping at her navel, then after the second kiss below that, she pushed my head further down.

My turn to gather juice from her wispy pubic hair, then a kiss at the top of her slit had her hissing “Go on! Do it!”

I did. Visually pleasing, even if it WAS smeared with the results of our coupling. The outer lips were still bright pink, plump, and gaping open to reveal treasures inside.

Good-tasting treasures. My lips and tongue sopped up the mess, incidentally contacting her pea-like clit, causing her hips to buck. I had patience. She didn’t. She curled up so she could get her hands on my head and pulled me face-first into her. “Lick it! My button! Do stuff.”

I did stuff that turned her, in stages, to wild animal, then to a purring kitten curling up to stave off further attentions, gasping, “If you do me one more I think I’m gonna have a stroke.”

So I held her, fingers playing with her curly locks, stroking her face. Her right hand was free. It touched mine, then almost as if she woke up and remembered where she was, her hand caressed my dick.

“You said it felt good?”

“Wonderful.”

“I never ... is there something I need to do?”

“Baby, I’m yours. You do what you feel like doing. If you can, enjoy yourself. I hope you like it. I’m along for the ride.”

“But I want you to come.”

“I’d say that’s pretty likely gonna happen. It already did, in a memorable fashion.”

“And I’m gonna love it,” she giggled, moving to my crotch.

While I had use of the speech centers of my brain, I gave her instructions in the form of encouragement. “Oh yeah ... that’s good. Mmmmm, right there. I love your tongue. You can bite a tiny bit harder ... Like that...” but past a certain point my vocabulary reduced to grunts and sighs and OHGODYES!

I wasn’t the only one talking. “I love this ridge thingy. Mmmm, you’re makin’ juice. Mmmm, I feel that...”

“I’m about to...”

“I feel it. Come on!”

‘Come’ being the operative word.

I worried that when the reality hit her – that first spurt – she’d jump up gagging and run to the bathroom, puking all the way.

What my reality was turned out to be a little “Mmmmph!” followed by as much of a happy giggle as could escape her mouth while she continued to suck me. I could feel her jaw work as she swallowed, and when she decided I was done she was back up at my side.

“Success?” Giggle. “With extra ‘suck’.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“I can be, to you, Bob.”

I put my hand behind her head, nudging gently.

“You’ll still kiss me?”

“It’s us, baby.”

Yes, she’d swallowed, but I recognized the taste and texture still in her mouth.

“You just hang on. I’m yours, you know.”

“You’re wonderful, princess. I’m glad I got you. But you don’t have to do that, you know...”

“What?”

“Suck me off until I come in your mouth.”

“First, dear, I wanted to do it. Second, I really like it. I thought maybe I wouldn’t and you know what, I’d still do it for YOU. But I like it, so when you think I’m doing it for you, I’m doing it for me, too. That’s how that is. I should’ve been on my knees in front of you the first time we were alone ... But that would’ve led to other things and I wasn’t on the pill and you’d’ve had a disgusting wife AND a pregnant Remy...”

“You’re on the pill?”

“Nope. Implant. I got it before I found out I could move in with you. You and me, we WERE gonna do it. Back then, I just knew. But I knew that it had to be something where we grew into it, not just me and you all hot ‘n’ horny. I KNEW I was going to be with you, so I prepared.” She smirked. “And now that we’ve mated, you’re just thinking of that?”

“Past a certain point, thinking is not involved, baby. But I thought that YOU knew what you wanted, and if a baby nine months from now didn’t upset you, then it wouldn’t upset me.”

“You’d’ve married me if I was pregnant?”

“Yes. I personally would like us to wait, to settle in, see where we’re going into the future...”

“Together,” she inserted.

“Yes, together, but I think kids are part of it, if that’s what you want. Too.”

“We can talk about that more later,” she said, curling up comfortably in my arms. She just seems a natural fit there. I can turn my head and put my face in among those curls and nuzzle, breathing deeply.

“See?!?” she told me softly, “I never imagined anybody doing what you’re doing, and now that you’ve done it, I need it.”

“Good,” I said.

She moved so we could kiss. I let my hand trace her body, savoring the feel of her skin. My hand cupped her butt as I turned slightly towards her.

“That thing’s hard again.”

“I don’t think it’s ever had a day like today, princess.”

“Can I play?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Prop yourself up on some pillows and watch me.”

I really don’t think she knew how such an idea would affect me. “Okay.”

“And don’t laugh if I ask stupid questions.”

“No way. That thing is happy with anything you do to it.”

Giggle. “It DID get bigger when I said that.”

“Kiss me before you get all crazy,” I told her.

This time she crawled halfway atop me for the kiss. I tugged her the rest of the way atop me.

“You like me here?”

“You’re made to be here,” I replied.

She wiggled against the hardness between us. “I’m gonna try something...”

“You’re in charge.”

She sat back, spreading her legs to straddle me. Yeah, okay, I know the position but it’s better for her to discover it on her own.

“It’s layin’ right there between my lips,” she said. She rocked back and forth. “Oh, this is GOOD!”

I put my hands around her waist. She’s thin. My hands actually go a considerable way around her waist.

Bright eyes. “You like me here?”

“It’s wonderful. You’re beautiful and I get to look at you...”

“You keep sayin’ that, Bob.”

“I mean it.” I’m no psychopath. What guy doesn’t think a woman’s beautiful when she’s excited about being with him?

So if your happy partner is sliding back and forth, her pussy lips wrapping your dick, and each stroke goes a little bit further back and forth, there comes a time where your head meets her hole.