“I owe you from last night,” she said in a heavy voice, and freed my throbbing erection and started to stroke it. I gasped, enjoying the feel of her hand on me. As she stroked me I ran my hand up her thigh, up her shorts, and underneath. Once again I was met immediately by her damp pubic hair.
“Hey,” she said in mock protest, “I’m trying to pay you back.”
“It’s more fun if we do it at the same time,” I replied.
She grinned, and spread her legs a little as I started to rub her. I looked into her eyes as she leaned over me slightly, stroking me while I rubbed her clit. Her shorts had a growing wet spot, and I dripped pre-cum all over her hand. She stroked me with both hands while I rubbed her wet pussy. I wanted to insert my free hand inside her but I couldn’t from this position.
Amy stroked me faster as my penis leaked more pre-cum. I was getting close to coming, and I tried to keep my focus on her vagina but soon found myself losing my rhythm. I gasped, thrusting my hips upward as I came, my penis spraying jets of cum in the air. She giggled quietly and leaned back from the onslaught of semen. She kept stroking, the smaller spurts of cum covering her hands. As my orgasm subsided she let go and I resumed fingering her clit. She too was close, and was now grinding on the bed as I rubbed her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh, Henry,” she panted, and started to buck her hips. I rubbed her faster as she came, her body tensing up and shuddering. When it ended she leaned forward and kissed me.
“Is it normal to still be hard? Did I do it right?” she asked, touching my still swollen penis.
“No it isn’t normal, but yes you did it right,” I said with a grin.
“Does it still work? I mean, right now?”
“It takes longer for me to come, but yes,” I said, feeling very satisfied both with my orgasm and her impression of my erection.
“Well, then…” she said, and straddled me in a sixty-nine position. She immediately ran her tongue along the shaft and over the head of my cum-streaked penis. I inhaled sharply as she licked me up and down. Her vagina was inches from my face, and I gently pulled her shorts aside and ran my tongue up and down her labia.
It was hard with her shorts in the way, but running shorts are baggy and I had enough room. She now took me into her mouth and stroked me with one hand, sucking my penis as I tongued her vagina. It was so intimate, being so close to her like this. I gently probed the entrance of her vagina with my finger, sliding it in slowly. I didn’t know how much resistance I’d encounter, but she was so wet and it slid in without effort.
After we were done She smiled, kissing me and snuggling close.
We sat there for some time, talking quietly. I turned off the lights and she held me close.
“I can’t believe how intense that was,” she said. “That thing you did with your tongue and finger, I’m still tingling from it.”
“I can’t believe how hot my girlfriend is,” I said.
“Really?” she said in a skeptical tone.
“No, really,” I said. “I can’t believe that would be a surprise to you. You have to know how beautiful you are.”
“It’s nice to hear you say it, that’s for sure,” she admitted. “You’d be surprised how much growing up with a mom like mine can erode your self esteem. The way everyone looks at her, like she’s some kind of living barbie doll. It’s not easy competing with that”. She said.
“You don’t need to compete with your mom,” I said. I was glad that the room was dark. I meant it, but I was worried she’d pick up on my guilt.
“You don’t think my mom is pretty?” she asked.
“I didn’t say that. But I am saying you’re prettier.”
“Henry Crommings, you are something else, you know that?” She sat up, kissing me once.
Just then someone knocked on my door.
“Who would be that?? Could it be my mom? I better go home now. Come and help me out.” She said sitting up.
I helped her out the window, watching as she snuck back into her room.
I arranged my cloth, spray perfume and walked to the door.
To be CONTINUED.