mission accomplished [part I]
Listen to this song while you read!
When I make goals, I tend to follow through. On Friday I made the random goal to sleep with two different guys this weekend.
Saturday was post-play bliss, the show went spectacularly. After the cast party I headed to the same monthly event where I hooked up with Evan and Kevin. Both of them were there, but Evan’s and my inexorable social connections have trumped our desire to fuck each other again. In other words, I’m tight with his girlfriend. So it goes. I danced out my joy in a big circle of friends, catching his eye but keeping my ass away from his bulging pants.
The party shut down, after party at my place. Around goes the bowl, the stories flow, Robyn remixes kept some of us dancing while others approached pass out time. Then, Kevin texted me. We had only briefly greeted each other that night. But whatever, I didn’t really care if he showed up or not. He did, I sat on the floor next to him to catch up. His arm discretely snaked from my knee to the small of my back. It felt nice.
Around 4am everyone peaced out. Except Kevin. We chatted on the couch some more, he leaned in and kissed me. I kept my expectations low, given his unsavory erection maintenance record the last two times.
The scratchiness of his incoming beard rubbed against my neck, his kisses led to licked tits and my back arched across the black leather. His lips touched down on my body trailing toward my cunt. He paraded his tongue into my folds, adding to the lubrication. He poked his tongue against mine, and my hips began bucking and beckoning for more. His probing yielded my first orgasm (of many) of the weekend.
I reciprocated with pleasure. His cock responded to my saliva and dipping throat, it hardened significantly as he thrust himself into my wet mouth, open and receiving. After several slow downs, he pulled me up by the shoulders and sat me on the back of the couch, legs wide before his eyes. I leaned against the wall as he inserted one finger. He looked simultaneously coy and high, even though he hadn’t smoked anything.
After one paved the way, two fingers. Then his lips sucking on my clit. Then three reaching around inside me. Then one hand slapping my exposed ass immediately before my moans signaled an approaching climax. Then four. His tongue traveled around my pussy, frantically licking as I shoved into his face. Smack. Then I feel more space open inside of me and his eyes catch mine when I’m about to orgasm. Smack. He smiles, I can tell he loves the sound. Then I’m nearly screaming as more enters me and he smacks the reddening flesh harder to keep me still. But I’m coming and yelling and rather than fall off, I slide forward and push his face further into my slippery cunt as I land on the soft cushions.
He laughed while I slowed down my loud breath. “How many fingers do you think that was?”
“Fuck, I don’t know! Four? Maybe five?”
“Wrong! Seven.”
“Seven?!?!”
“What did you think I was doing with two hands down there?”
“Well when you weren’t beating my ass, fuck I don’t know…seven?!”
He was very proud of himself. He offered me his fingers and I sucked each delicious one clean. He told me he was close to fisting me with the space he had opened up. When I caught my breath I dived down on him. My lips suctioned spit, my ass popped up and down, begging for another smack. I sped up and reciprocated the frenzy he had imparted. I sputtered but the sounds of hot cock sucking just turned me on more. I locked eyes with him.
“Where do you want it? Face, tits, hair?”
I left just long enough to whisper a quick “everywhere.”
Then the sounds of a choked orgasm. It landed on my cheeks, on the top of my head, and finished down my neck. We both laid there breathing, until I softly giggled.
“I can feel it dripping along my scalp through my hair. It feels really good, like a light head massage.”
“I can’t believe you just said that. But wow, that’s hot.”
After running some water through my hair, we retired to the bedroom at 5am. I woke up to him grinding on my ass. We didn’t say a word as we licked each other’s bodies, my sore pussy more than liked the wet attention. I wanted him inside me, and not in the mostly flaccid way like before.
I stroked his cock with my lubed fingers, circulating the blood with my slow touch and patterned movements. I grabbed his hand and moved it to continue the jacking off, I planted sticky kisses along his pelvis. My lips touched his soft sack and his just-woke-up groans turned sexual. I licked tiny circles across his ridges while my cupped hand vibrated below like I was rolling dice.
When he looked ready, I took a bold step for me and (knowing he has no STIs because I point-blank ask all of my partners plus being on birth control) told him to just get inside of me without a condom. The last times it was the condom that prevented him from staying hard enough to penetrate me with any force. I just wanted him to fuck me, so I let it happen.
His face and body language looked like a guy having sex for the first time. He stared down at his cock moving through me, slowed himself down, tuned back in to my approving sounds. Repeat. It was fairly timid sex, which I’m not used to. It was nice in a way, having him dribble all over me and freak out about how good it felt. He pulled out and speckled my stomach.
We spooned and told each other stories from the last couple of months. I made him read random parts of The Secret Diary of a Call Girl out loud to me, but I constantly interrupted him and poked fun. He left smiling at 1pm. I prepared for my evening shenanigans, a big electro show. Lacy v-neck black top, funky purple skirt, slightly ripped tights, and grey chucks. Ready to dance my ass off despite the exhaustion of the past week.
I made my rounds, brought the energy up in my different friends as I circled the club. Saw a guy from work who I don’t know very well since we don’t have a regular shift together. Tall, cute glasses, really smart in a philosophical but nonetheless pragmatic kind of way. My friends joined his friends and we bounced to the heavy beat. Then I noticed…
Damn, the man could D.A.N.C.E. And he wanted to dance with me.
[Continue on to part II…]