Hey, I knew how foreplay went. I generally got more from him than I usually did, what with his enthusiasm at going down on me. But I knew the basic foreplay scheme. I figured I’d get a hop from the tittie to the pussy.
Well, I didn’t. He brought his mouth off my nipple and kissed down the underside of my breast. Then down my stomach. He tongued my bellybutton. Then kept going, down my stomach. I have to admit, this felt real good. Then he was past my stomach, right at the top of my pubes, kissing the skin right there above my pubes. Oh, go lower, keep going, I thought. I was waiting for him to keep going.
The next thing I knew he was nibbling on my toes! And his hand was rubbing my calf while he sucked my toes. Nobody’d ever done that before. And, yes, I liked it. Oh boy did I like it. Then he was kissing up my calf-his hand on my thigh but carefully avoiding any pussy contact-and then he kissed the back of my knee. Oh man. Who ever heard of an erogenous zone there? Not me, I’ll tell you.
Then he was kissing up my thigh, very slowly, getting closer and closer, right into my groin, oh my GOD that felt good, and then, oh God…he went to the toes on my other foot!
"Oh, GOD, Chuck!" I moaned, squirming.
"Patience, Sugarlips," he said. "I want all of you, not just that." He went back to sucking on my toes, then back up my calf. Then to the back of my knee again. I was so turned on by now! I mean, come on, I had a hair-trigger to begin with, right? I didn’t need working up. But, damn, I liked it. Even if I was going completely nuts by this time.
He was kissing up my thigh again. Then he was all around-my groin, at the top of my pubes, as close to my mons as he could possibly be without actually going there. Then he was kissing my pubes, closer, closer, oh GOD.
I was completely incoherent by this point. He was so damn thorough. When he finally brought his tongue up the length of my pussy, it seemed like I had been waiting for it for a thousand years. I shrieked.
He dove into my pussy. It felt like he had three tongues. He pulled away for a second and moaned, "I could eat these Sugarlips all day," then he dove back in. Shit, like I said, I have a hair-trigger, but I’ve never come that quickly. He had me so worked up. And he didn’t stop. He kept going. And his fingers were in me, doing that drumming on my G-spot, and he was devouring my pussy, and I just kept cumming. I was howling, and jerking off the bed, and sweat was pouring off me, and I couldn’t see, and it was stupendous.
I lost count. I got to four or five before I finally had to say, "Oh, God, no more, stop, I need a rest!" I was still shivering and quaking and gasping-and, suddenly, he was on top of me, sliding into me. Jesus. I came again, just from that!
He held himself all the way into me, just stopping there while I came. I caught my breath, and opened my eyes, and there he was-staring down at me, grinning. He brushed my hair out of my eyes. He wiped the sweat off my forehead. He was still grinning at me.
"Oh, my," I moaned.
"Good answer," he grinned.
"I think my brain’s in orbit."
"Imagine that. And I’m not even done yet," he chuckled.
"Jesus. I’m the school slut, remember? Why do you make me feel like I’ve never had sex before?"
He leaned over and whispered, "Because you’ve never had sex before with someone you were crazy about. And who was crazy about you." And, before I could say a word, he started moving, slowly and gently, in and out of me.
I almost begged him to speed up, to ram it into me. But I decided against it. He’d done everything right so far-why not trust him? And, shit, was I glad I did. He built me up so slowly, that when I finally did cum-again-it was insane. Then he started going faster. I just kept riding the waves, until he finally spent himself into me.
I felt like I had run three marathons-and it was unbelievably fantastic. Every nerve on my body tingled. I felt so damn alive.
And I was getting cuddled again. He had his arms around me, he was murmuring sweet nothings in my hear, he was nuzzling my neck. This was almost better than the sex. Almost.
"Maggie?" he said after a while.
"Hmmm?"
"I’d like you to spend the night."
Hmmm. There’s another new one. "OK," I said softly. Easiest decision I’ve ever made. "I need to call home, though." He reached behind him, and handed me a cordless phone. I called, talked to Vinny, with Chuck nuzzling my neck the whole time. I handed him the phone back and he hung it up-then snuggled me from behind again.
I fell asleep in his arms.
PART FIVE FRIDAY
I woke up before the alarm went off. I was a wee bit disoriented, not being used to waking up with company.
Maggie had shifted some time during the night. When we had fallen asleep, we had been spooning. She had flipped over. Now she was facing me, one leg wrapped over mine, her right hand around my waist, her left hand up against my chest-along with her face, which was buried into my chest. My hand had ended up on her hip. She looked so sweet and peaceful wrapped around me like that.
I thought about things while I watched her. I’d been going on instinct, really-not really analyzing my feelings for her. Of course I knew I liked her. Gazing down at her sleeping form is when it really hit me-I had gone way past ‘like’. She was sweet and tender-and also brash and forthright. She was vulnerable-and also gutsy and bold. She was obsessed with sex-and really wanted to be loved. She was, in short, beguiling. Enchanting. Even more intoxicating than I first realized.
I could wake up with this adorable little minx wrapped around me every day. God knows I’d never get bored! Why the hell hadn’t any of the many other guys she’d been with ever fallen head-over-heels for her? Actually, I knew the answer to that-all they saw was the pussy. I somehow saw so much more than that.
Even if I was the one that had nicknamed her Sugarlips.
I meditated on all this for about 20 minutes, staring at her the whole time. Then she woke up.
"Hmmm?" she groaned sleepily.
"Good morning Sugarlips," I said, kissing her on the forehead.
"Morning," she said awkwardly, clearly self-conscious. It seemed like she was trying to extricate herself from our embrace.
"Where are you going?" I said, wrapping my arm around her.
"I’m uncomfortable."
"Bullshit. I’ve been watching you sleep for the last 20 minutes. You couldn’t have looked more comfortable if you had been sleeping on a cloud."
"OK, so I’m mentally uncomfortable."
"Bullshit."
She sighed. "Fine. I liked waking up like this a whole hell of a lot and it scares the shit out of me. Happy?"
"Ah, good. A little honesty."
"You gonna let me go now that I’ve been honest?"
"Not on your life."
She sighed again. "You’re impossible."
"You love me."
She looked at me with a start. "I what?"
"You love me."
"You’re impossible and crazy."
"Come here," I leaned down to her. "I want to kiss you." She let me kiss her. Actually, she started out letting me kiss her-she ended by kissing back with remarkable vigor. "Hmm," I said after we broke the kiss, "I think Sugarlips has a double meaning."
"Oh, you," she snorted.
"Admit it. You like that nickname."
"OK. I admit it. It’s unbearably sweet and totally nasty all at once."
"Which means it’s perfect for you." She blushed at that.
"What time is it anyway?" she asked.
"Five minutes before my alarm goes off."
"Aah. Not enough time for a little nookie, I suppose," she grinned.
"Not unless it was a quickie."