Him
I’m staring at her while I instinctively lick my dry, hungry lips. As she stands there, covered in a bright orange towel, she keeps it bound tight around her body as if she is protecting herself, or at least what’s left, from a hungry wolf. Though her citrus scented shampoo fully engulfs my senses, the candles I had lit earlier provide some release from being driven mad by her.
I’m listening as her meek breaths leave her soft, tender lips. Her grip tightens around the towel and her breathing becomes erratic. She is building up courage to reveal herself to me, but I want her to do it at her own pace. I want her to feel safe, to feel natural- to feel… love. This girl, this fantastic person, deserves it. The girl who is still by my side through one loveless marriage, countless breakups, and even more bouts of depression- she deserves everything. She is my childhood friend, Ami Hendler.
She gives me a brief, but brilliant smile as she turns around. At five feet, four inches, she is absolutely tiny compared to me. Her jet black hair glistens in the moonlight as her mysterious aquamarine eyes bid me to come closer. She is a curious thing, Ami. Born and raised in New York, but with a Japanese mother and a German father. I cannot say I’m a licensed genealogist, but I can tell she has the perfect genes.
As she continues to walk away toward the windows, I am given a slight peek- a flash. Her wiggling butt bounced up and down, swaying side to side. From when I first met her to now, I can tell she has become a woman. I never would have thought she would be like this when I met her. She was a typical tomboy growing up and only showed some signs of womanliness after she met her first boyfriend- God, how that made me jealous. Even at the age of twelve, I knew she would become a beautiful woman and oh, how right I am.
She closes the blinds and lets a small sliver of silver illuminate the bed. It is as if the world is setting a stage and the limelight is on us. As she turns around, she gives me a mischievous wink. My heart raced.
Her milky white breasts bounced as she waltzes over to me. Without even realizing it, my I’m starting to breathe heavier and heavier. There she stands with only a light sheet of cotton on while I’m fully dressed. In a flash, I am rushing to take my shirt off until I hear the words, “Stop.”
Confused, I leave my clothes on. She comes over and makes a slight tie around her towel. She’s built up a lot of courage just by being near and now- now she’s ready.
“I want to do it,” she whispered in my ear.
Her mouth released such a soft breeze, but so powerful that I am nearly collapsing from my weak knees. My hands- they’re trembling. Why are they trembling at a time like this? She disregards them and looks straight into my eyes. Those pure, crystal-like eyes reflected my own face and make me want to look away, but I can’t. She has me and can trap me at any time. Before I know it, she is tugging on my shirt- pulling it up. Like a child, I bend down and raise my arms. She adorably struggles to remove my shirt and loses some of the front she built up for me. To hide herself, she covers my face by leaving my shirt over my head. Blinded by my own shirt, all I can do is feel. Feel her tiny fingers run down my chest. She gives my nipples a gentle pinch before adventuring down. She spends a lot of time going through every grove on my well-toned stomach before I feel a hand on my hip.
I take a deep breath before I hear a “pop” as she unbuttons my pants. I hear a soft giggle as she grabs my right hand. Her hand is almost half the size of mine, but she pulls on it so forcefully, I cannot go against her will. Where she drags it, only she knows.
I feel a slight burn. Through the smell of lavender wafting from around my shirt and the feel of solidifying liquid on my hands, she is pouring wax on me. Though it surprises me at first, it is really nothing. She stops. I give an awkward chuckle as I wonder what she will make my body go through next. She begins chipping away at the wax and brushes my hand clean. What next I wonder as I run a variety of situations in my head I- there it is.
I feel something moist, very tender, and smooth. My pulse quickens as I start taking deeper and heavier breaths. She giggles at first, but as I begin moving my hand, her giggles turn into mere peeps. I can hear her breath quickening and her hips moving as my hand explores up and down her vagina. I give a slight flick on her clitoris before I move my index finger inside her. She emits a whisper-like moan. She immediately pulls my boxers down and gasps. I’m erect- or I’ve been erect since this whole situation began.
She hungrily runs her tongue down from my chests… stomach… hip… then stops. I frown for a moment as I wonder what happened, but I can still hear her soft moans.
She gives the tip of my penis a lick. She treats it like ice cream- licking up and down the shaft, playing with the tip, and exploring the full thing from all sides. She finally frees me from my own shirt and I look at her.
Her towel is sprawled all over the floor. Her tiny speck-like nipples are popping straight out of her large, beautiful breasts. She stops my hand as she fully shoves the entire extent of my penis down her throat. She does something- God, I don’t even know, but it feels amazing. My body tenses up as the pleasure rushes through me and freezes me in place. I look down at her. Her wide eyes are looking straight up at me as she continues to suck on my penis. She stops for a moment. The pleasure subsides and I silently beg for more. She gets up and motions to the bed with a slight tilt of her head. Her raven hair dangles down her body and covers her breasts.
I take a seat and she gives the dirtiest grin before treating my penis just like before. She starts from my balls, continues up the bottom, and then gapes her mouth open before only taking the tip in. She makes a loud pop sound that almost breaks the mood, but regains control over me as she does exactly what she did before. The waves of pleasure run through my body once again as her mouth runs its course.
I can only breathe in short bursts. It is as if pleasure that has wrapped me has grabbed hold of one of my lungs and squeezed it. I can feel it. I close my eyes and let out a groan. My body begins shaking a little as she continues to suck.
I had to say, “I’m going to cum.”
My body convulses as I try to keep it in as long as possible. My balls scrunch up as they give their last struggle to hold it in.
“Do it inside my mouth,” she replies.
My body ruptures. I collapse down on the bed and wearily glance up at her. Her mouth is packed with cum and she holds a long look before swallowing all of it. After a short pause, she licks her lips and cleans out the rest of my cum.
“My turn,” she gleefully orders.
