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I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks. We had one of those “relationships” out of convenience and needs, rather than any actual feelings or respect. It was a Saturday morning, early spring and my windows were open. I told him to be at my house at noon and to come inside; I’d be waiting in my room.
I sat with my feet propped on my desk in nothing but boy shorts and a tiny tank top, waiting for him to arrive. At 11:59, I heard my front door open and the creak of each stair as he climbed. He was prompt; I always liked that about him.
He stood in my doorway and I had my back to him. I quickly swung around in my chair and said, “Hi, it’s been awhile…” “It has.” His masculine frame took up my entire door frame and he was dressed as casual as I was: basketball shorts and a t-shirt.
We weren’t much for words, those usually came later, so I nixed the chit chat and stood up, pulled him into me and said, “I want you to go down on my while I sit on the desk.” Even though he usually led, I could tell he liked the demand.
I shoved my papers and pens out of the way and hoped up, edging myself near the ledge. He pulled up my computer chair and eyed me with a certain slyness. He grabbed my waist and inched my boy shorts off of me and got to work. He was good at it; I always liked that about him. He sent his tongue and fingers into a tandem motion, a rhythmic symphony of flicks, strokes and moans. He used every muscle in his face to work me over and it didn’t take long to be sent over the edge on the edge of my desk. I pulled his face up and kissed me off of him and then promptly pushed him back. I fell to my knees–a position I knew well and had come to love.
I tore down his basketball shorts only to be greeted with his 8 inches of glory. He was ready; I always liked that about him. I eyed him, smiled the same sly smile he gave me and quickly took him down in one long gulp. He gasped, surprised by the immediate rush and I worked my magic, coordinating my hands, mouth and tongue, making use of every square inch. He always called me the champ, because I could get him off in no time at all. I could feel him grow closer with every twist of the wrist, so I sped it up, sucking hard and turning faster. And then I saw it, his abs began to twitch, his knees were going weak, so I opened my throat, ready to receive him entirely. I felt it and swallowed hard as it hit the back of my throat. I held it there until I knew he was done, but despite all of our past experiences, my usual timing was all wrong.
I pulled him from my mouth only to realize it was still flowing. It shot of, covering my hands, my face and my chest–giving me my first official facial. He stared, partly in surprise and partly in delight. The unexpected turn of events turned him on even more and so he quickly picked me off of the ground and threw me on my bed. Without any hesitation, he reached down into the sex drawer underneath my bed and pulled out my Adam & Eve vibrator. I didn’t even have a chance to react. He slipped it in and turned it on full speed.
I convulsed and took it all in. The waves of warmth came flowing over me and my legs went crazy. And he just stood there, fixated, watching me get off, covered in all of his sticky children.