“Yeah.” I felt her lips touch my leg. Her kisses turned into licks and the licks kept moving upwards. Over my knees then up my thighs. Stacey’s hands pressed into my hips, rotating them so that I was laying on my back.
She didn’t have to tell me to spread my legs. I was already doing that. I was so ready… sooo goddamn ready to feel her mouth on me. She’d already shown me what her fingers could do. Her tongue would be even better.
(Fellas, if you’re reading this and you want to learn how tongue a cooter properly, you need to find a lesbian and ask for instructions. Preferably a lesbian friend. It’s weird when strangers ask.)
I wish I could tell you that there were a lot of preliminaries; that she gave me a long, slow full-body massage; that we lit scented candles and read each other poetry. No, that other stuff would come another time. That night, we’d already explored each other in the darkened bathroom and, honestly, we’d already had months of frustrating foreplay. What we wanted then was sex – the sex we’d been fantasizing about while sneaking kisses and rubbing each other longingly through clothing.
So I had no problem whatsoever when Stacey’s lips finished moving up my thigh then simply moved directly over to my bare mound. In fact, it was all I could do not to cry out with joy. She kissed up and down my smooth outer lips softly, trapping them between her own lips. She gently nudged at the top of my slit with her nose as I switched on the lamp next to me – not wanting to miss out on seeing anything this time. Her big, happy gray-green eyes were looking up at me over my flat belly. She lapped delicately at my crease – so softly my lips didn’t part. She was right over my clit. I could just barely feel her tongue through my own flesh.
I reached down and touched the knot of her hair. It was still banded up in the elastic. “Can I take this out?”
She rolled her eyes and her chin popped up, “What is it with you and my hair?”
“I don’t know, what is it with you and my boobs?”
“Touche,” she laughed, “Go ahead.”
I grinned and freed her hair. Hers was still dry and it fell around her head and onto my thighs in a shimmering, dark red pool. She flipped it to one side and I loved the way its warm softness teased and shifted against the inside of my one leg.
She shook her head and smiled up at me then went back to her tiny kitten licks. Now my view of her pretty face between my legs was perfect – just like the fantasies I’d had for several weeks now.
As good as the view was, the licks, whoa, they were better than my fantasies. In stark contrast with the few, well-meaning but sort of sloppy guys that I’d had put their mouths to my goodies, Stacey was precise. She peeled me like an onion. Her tiny kitten licks at my outer lips over my button continued for long minutes. Then she finally eased her tongue between them and then she still steered clear of my actual clit. Instead, she ever so gently lapped at the hood over my it. It was excruciating in a wonderful way.
When her tongue eventually slipped down to my actual clit it was fantastic. As she worked me up higher and higher, her hands slid up to my chest and she cupped my boobs gently a few times. Then she took my nipples between her thumbs and first two fingers and pulled them gently. I could never ever leave this woman. She was touching my buttons, all of them, in just the right way and at the same time.