The Sense of Taste

A few years ago I was sitting in my cubicle at work, slurping my third
cup of coffee and trying to decipher some email on my monitor screen, when
the phone rang.

"Peter?" The voice wasn't familiar. "Peter, this is Mary Romano."

"Mary! Hi! How are you?" Mary and her husband, Stuart, were in a loose
circle of casual friends which included me and my wife, Jean, and a few other
couples and singles. Some subset of the group would meet once a week during
the summer to play volleyball, or would rent a ski cabin for a long weekend
during the winter. The connecting thread was tenuous. Several of us worked
at the same Silicon Valley company, or did at one time, or were friends of
people who did.

Mary's voice sounded shaky. "Are you busy for lunch today?"

I looked at my watch. 10:30. "Sure. I'd love it. With Stuart?" I
didn't want to make any presumptions.

There was a slight pause. "No, just with you. Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay. Where?"

An hour later I was in my car, driving to a park a few miles away in the
foothills. Mary had volunteered to bring lunch, and she had given me
directions to a picnic area a short walk from the main parking lot. This was
all out of the ordinary, meeting her alone for lunch, and especially meeting
her at a park, but I wasn't complaining. You see, I'd had a crush on Mary
since I first met her years two years before.

Nothing much had come of it. She was married, I was married, we shared
friends. Too many complications. We had that occasional lingering eye
contact which said much without talking. And the week before, sitting in the
pizza parlor in Palo Alto after the volleyball game, Mary and I found
ourselves next to each other. In the chatty hustle and bustle of the large
booth, we spent most of the evening talking to others. Our adjoining legs,
however, found each other and stayed that way for an hour. It was an hour of
delicately moving against each other, pressing gently then backing off, an
almost mating dance of meeting, greeting, caressing, and goodbye, finished
off with a momentary meeting of hands underneath the table.

And here I was, driving into a semi-remote park to meet her for lunch.
No one ever said life wasn't an adventure!

I followed Mary's directions and wound my way up the access road into the
parking lot. Her car was at the far end, and she was standing next to it.
When I drove up, she knocked on the passenger window, I unlocked the door, and
she poked her head in. "The tables look grungy. How 'bout we just sit in a
car?" I nodded, and she dropped into the passenger seat. "Great!" She
tucked her shoulder-length hair behind her ears and pulled a peach out of a
paper bag in her lap. "Hungry?" she offered.

"Perfect!" She handed me the fruit and a napkin, then sat back and
watched me eat. "You're not eating?"

Her eyes twinkled behind thick wire-framed lenses. "I thought we'd share.
Mind?"

I shook my head and handed the peach back to her. She bit into it and
chewed slowly. I think she wanted me to talk. "So, Mary, I was surprised
you phoned me. Is everything okay?"

She swallowed. "Sure. I've been thinking about what happened at the
restaurant last week. I wanted to talk with you about it."

"I'm sorry if I offended you--"

"No, it's not that." She sighed. "Okay, let me just get to the point.
Look, we don't know each other very well. Let me tell you some things.
Stuart and I have been married for eight years. We were high school
sweethearts, we went to San Jose State together, and we got married right
after graduation."

"We were a bit different," I responded. "Jean and I met in our twenties.
Our kid is from her first marriage. I guess that was one of those high school
sweethearts things, too. That was fifteen years ago."

"I didn't know that. You never had kids together?"

"No. She had a problem, and her doctor didn't want her to have more."

"Oh. That's why you had the vasectomy? Jean told me once you had one."

I chuckled. "I guess my privates aren't very private. Yes, that's why."

"Anyway, Stuart and I have been married for eight years. It seemed like
the right thing to do at the time."

"But?"

"But now it's, well, boring. I'm bored, he's bored. Do you know we
haven't made love in a month? And sometimes it goes longer than that."

I swallowed nervously. "Uh, why are you telling me this?"

"I trust you. I'm bored, I'm frustrated in more ways than one. I'm
probably going through my turning-30 crisis. Stuart is more interested in
his job than in me. I think I still want to be married, but I want more. Am
I making sense? I'm afraid I'm missing things in my life, and I want to find
out without first having to get a divorce."

"And that's where I come in?"

"I trust you. I like you. A lot. I'd like to know you better."

"And?"

"You're not making this easy for me, are you? And I want to go to bed
with you." She sat there, looking straight ahead through the windshield.

I answered slowly. "I'm flattered. I've always been attracted to you."
She turned her head to look at me. "My home life is okay. Mundane at times.
We have sex once a week or so. Nothing spectacular. I had an affair a few
years ago. Jean found out. Things were never quite the same after that."

"Peter, I'm not looking for entanglements. I want to keep you as a
friend. I just have an urge, and I want to live it out with someone I like,
someone I trust. I feel there's a whole sexual world out there that I just
want to try."

"Why me?"

"I think you're sexy. You seem stable. A single guy might push me into a
divorce, or give me a disease. Jean told me about your vasectomy, so that
eliminates the problem of pregnancy. And Jean once told me that you'd had an
affair. That made me think you might be available. And you don't seem like
someone who plays around."

"Just that once."

"And neither does Jean, or Stuart, or me, so I feel comfortable about not
getting some disease. Stuart just has a low sex drive. I'm positive he's
not seeing anyone else. He's safe. Boring and safe."

"All right. So now what?"

Mary leaned toward me, curled her left arm around my neck, and kissed me.
Long, soft and wet. When she pulled back, my heart was pounding and my cock
was hard. Her right hand brought the peach up to my face, and she lightly
rubbed the open fruit across my lips, then cleaned them off with another long
kiss. "Are you free this afternoon?" she whispered. "My sister is out of
town for a few days. She has an apartment a couple of miles from here.
Follow me."

I watched Mary stuff the peach back into the paper bag and climb out of
the car and into hers. I was speechless. As she started her car and backed
up, I fumbled with my keys, then got the engine going. This was going to be
an interesting afternoon.

Ten minutes later we were walking down the interior hallway of the
apartment building. Mary dug into her purse and extracted a ring of keys.
"Here it is," she said, stopping in front of a door marked only by "106". It
took her two attempts to fit the key into the lock, but the door eventually
yielded and we stepped inside. She slipped her purse off her shoulder and
dropped it and the keys on a small table near the door. Then she turned
around to face me.

"Well. Here we are." She just stood there. I took two steps toward
her, and removed her glasses, dropping them on the table. Her face seemed
completely different now, with big eyes and a soft, approachable face. I
clasped her head between my hands and kissed her. Her lips opened, her body
melted into mine, and I felt a very warm, very alive woman in my arms. We
eventually broke for air. "You're a great kisser," I breathed in her ear.

"That's one thing that good Catholic girls learn to do well," she replied.
"Let's go into the bedroom. I decided I want to do this. You still do, too,
right? Let's try not to be too nervous with each other." She took my hand
and led me down a hallway and into a large room with a king-sized bed.

"Can I take your clothes off?" She nodded. I lifted her loose top above
her head and outstretched arms, and discovered she was bra-less underneath.
Mary had small breasts, firm with hard little pink nipples. She also had
goosebumps. I undid her belt, unzipped her levis, and wiggled the pants over
her thighs into a heap at her feet. She stepped out of them, and flipped
the pants and her sandals to the side. I kissed her again, slipped my hands
down her hips and underneath the elastic of her bikini underwear, and slowly
pulled her panties to midthigh as she sighed in my mouth. Her hands finished
the job. And then she was naked.

"You're beautiful, truly beautiful," I said to her closed eyes, following
her curves with gentle hands, feeling her shiver in a room that wasn't chilly.
She had the trim body of a high school jock who hadn't gone soft through her
twenties. My fingers explored her like a blind man explores a statue,
starting with her upturned face, down her perky breasts to the fine little
hairs below her navel, her mound framed by light brown hair and small hips,
with slim thighs and buttocks that were shaped by firm muscles under taut
skin.

Mary opened her eyes and backed away, then walked over to the bed. She
pulled back the covers, flipping them all the way off to expose a white sheet
and pillows, then she rolled into the middle of the bed. Lying on her side,
facing me, she said quietly, "Make love to me. Please."

I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could without appearing to be in
too much of a hurry, then crawled into the bed to join her. We embraced, her
breasts with their hard nipples crushed against my furry chest, my hard
erection against the soft skin of her lower belly. I could feel my hairy legs
against her smooth ones. She curled her arms around my head and mashed her
lips against mine, and my right hand wandered from her back to her buttocks.

"You feel wonderful," I murmured. "Can I ask one thing?"

"Mmmm." Her mouth was soft and wet and active, our tongues finding each
other, teeth nibbling lips and necks, our hips pressing and making little
motions.

"I want us to talk to each other as we're doing this. Okay?"

She opened her eyes to look at me. "I love the feel of your cock against
my stomach." She wiggled her body to emphasize her point. "I think about how
good it's going to feel inside me. I've been excited all morning, think about
this."

My hand moved down past her anus to her vagina, and she lifted her leg
and wrapped it behind mine to open up access to my fingers. Reaching further,
I stroked her puffy labia, then pressed slightly to slip into the creamy slit.
She moaned into my mouth and pushed her hips even harder against me. My
fingers found the source of her heat, and they searched her spreading lips
and the oozing juices which welcomed my touch. "Do you always get this wet?"

"No." She reached between us to grip my shaft. "Beautiful. You're
bigger than Stuart." Her hand moved up and down, squeezing. She leaned back
to look down at me. "You're leaking, too."

"I'm pretty average, actually."

"It's not what I'm used to." I slipped two fingers into her vagina, and
her eyes closed. "Jesus. You're making me really, really horny. I want you
in me." She rolled on her back, still holding my erection at the base, gently
pulling.

"Not yet." I moved down the bed and between her legs. "First I want to
see what kind of trouble I'm getting myself into."

"I was hoping you'd do this."

"I love to do this." I barely stroked her labia. Mary spread her legs
open, her hands on the inside of her knees, holding them apart. I could see
her anus clenching every time my finger came near her clitoris. "Is this okay
with you?" Her clitoris was erect, its glassy head protruding out of the
hood, the hard shaft clearly visible beneath pink folds of skin.

"God, yes, I love it," she gave a little gasp. I lowered my head and
replaced my fingers with my mouth. "Mmmm, oh God." Her hips thrust up at me.
"Stuart doesn't like to do this." My tongue drifted up one side, mashed flat
against her clit, and continued onward down the other side. "You really like
to do this?"

"Yes." It was a muffled reply. I was busy tasting the the musky honey
from her body. A woman's body is a delightful playground of complexities,
of folds and ridges and bumps, of unique tastes and aromas, an intimate place
which reveals its secrets in stages. An aroused woman opens up like a
mountain flower in the morning, blooming wide to accept loving warmth from
the sun. This woman was aroused, open, wanting.

Mary might not have been accustomed to being on the receiving end of oral
sex, but she clearly wasn't reluctant. Her legs wrapped loosely around my
back, and her hands stroked my head, her hips rocking rhythmically to rub her
open sex against my mouth. "Do it," she groaned, "Do me. Geez, just like
that." Whenever I sucked on her clit, she gave a rising grunt that gradually
turned into a throaty moan. She was really turned on now. Her inner lips
thickened and spread wide, colored a dark red and slick with the lubrication
flowing from her vagina.

I inserted a finger, then two, curling them around the entrance to feel
her tightness. "Oh, yeah, like that," she moaned, "Use your fingers." My
tongue stroked the length of her clit, from the top of her firm lips down to
the clithead, which thrust out and begged to be sucked and wiggled and played
with. I was in heaven.

I raised my head to look up at her as my fingers stroked her inside. "Do
you feel how wet you are?" She looked down with heavy lidded eyes, her chest
panting. Mary's left hand dipped briefly between her legs.

"Yeah, you turn me on, Peter. This feels so good. Don't stop. Please."

It was time to push her over the edge. My tongue accelerated to rapid,
almost random movements, stopping every few seconds to suck, hard, and my two
inserted fingers reached as far inside as they could go, feeling her vagina
roughen and expand, hoping I was getting near her G-spot.

For her part, Mary was grunting and thrashing to match my movements. She
was moaning incoherently, so loud that the neighbors could certainly hear her
through the apartment walls. I felt her lower body begin to shudder. "Oh
God, now, now, NOW!" she shrieked as her body vibrated, her belly and hips
quivering, knees pulled up and spread wide, her vagina pulsating and clenching
my intruding fingers. A spurt of liquid gushed out into my mouth, and I
tasted urine as her sphincter lost control.

"Oh God oh God. Oh. That was. I never." Mary came down from her
climax, and I slowed down. "I never came from that. I mean, not before now."

"Does that mean I got your cherry?" I smiled up at her as I continued to
caress her.

She smiled back, eyes closed. "Sort of. Thank you." She frowned. "Did
I, uh, did I pee when I came?"

"A little. I found it very erotic."

"I guess I'm not used to this. It's intense."

I licked her slit to savor all her flavors. My penis twitching against
the bed. "Mary, if I don't get inside you fast, I may lose it right here."

"I want you, Peter. Please come up here." She pulled on my shoulders.

I sighed as I slid my body up along hers, feeling her legs curl around
behind my knees as I lay on top of her, face to face, my hard cock notched
into the warm slickness of her open slit. We looked into each other's eyes.
I could feel her body stretched out against mine, cradling me, holding me,
moving underneath me, churning up my passion to the point where I had to have
this woman. I had to take her. Soon.

"I have to tell you. You've got me so excited, I don't know how long I
can last. I'm afraid I'm going to explode once I get inside you."

"That would be nice." She pulled my head down and kissed me. Her tongue
played with mine, then licked the outside of my mouth. "I taste me. Do you
like how I taste?" Her fingernails scribbled across my back.

"I love how you taste." My erection was throbbing. I could feel it
swirling in her juices -- our juices -- as we rubbed against each other. My
cockhead slid against her exposed clit, and her hips rolled from side to side
to excite us both. Her eyelids fluttered.

Mary whispered into my ear, "Do you think you can come more than once?"

"I think so."

"Then don't worry about coming too fast. I think I know how to help."
She giggled. "Now. Get inside me. Now." Her hips moved insistently,
tilting up to position her vagina underneath my cockhead. Her hands on my
buttocks pulled at me. I lifted up, delaying that first discovery.

"I'm not so sure now," I teased her. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Please, fuck me."

I slid my cockhead down the slippery path to her vagina. Her feet came
up the back of my thighs. "Don't tease me," she pleaded. "Go a little slow
at first, okay? It's been a while. And you're bigger. Like I said."

My cock prodded her opening, pushing at its slight resistance, then
it popped in just past the muscle. We groaned in unison. Her vagina twitched
on my shaft just below the inserted cockhead, and her hips reached up for
more. "Open your eyes," I told her. We focused on each other's face as I
wiggled my hips around, making sure everything was wet and ready. "Now, look
at me." Her vagina squeezed, let go, and then I pushed myself into her with
one slow, steady, slippery thrust, her eyes opening wide as a moan escaped
from somewhere in her chest. My cock penetrated into her silky pussy, inch by
slick inch, her heat enveloping my shaft until my pubic bone bumped against
her labia and clit. I rocked my hips back and forth to massage her stretched
opening with the base of my erection.

"You're in so deep, I feel like you're going to poke my stomach."

Her lower body held me, gripped me, rubbed against me, willing my erection
into her body. Her orgasm may have loosened her up, but her vagina still
held me tight along my entire length. "I feel you everywhere," I told her.
"You feel like velvet. Smooth. Wet. Tight." Her vagina clenched the base
of my penis, and I groaned, then twitched back in response. "Do you feel how
hard you make me?"

"Yes." Her vagina gripped me again. "Can you feel that?" I nodded, and
kept moving from side to side. "I don't think my muscles are very strong down
there," she said, almost apologetically.

"Practice, practice, practice!" I pulled back, almost completely out,
then slipped back in, slowly. "You feel incredible. Oh, baby..." I arched
my back and looked down at our joined bodies. Her red clit poked out of our
intertwined pubic hair. As I withdrew again I could see her inner lips
licking my shaft with shiny lubrication, then I slid slowly back in again,
until my pubic bone ground up against her clit and she exhaled with a throaty
moan.

"I feel you twitching," she said. "You fill me up. Everything feels
stretched. I can feel you all the way up." The end of my penis bumped her
cervix, and we both twitched. I began that instinctive rhythm, pulling back
until my cockhead was just inside her, then in again as her hips tilted up to
greet me, burying myself to the hilt with an extra push to massage her insides
with my stiffness. "Hard. Do it hard," she gasped.

"I don't want to come yet. I'm right on the edge."

"Don't care. Fill me. I want it. Take me."

I began to move faster, grinding harder against her when I bottomed out.
We were panting, sweating, and her lithe body opened up as wide as it could,
giving herself over to my lust and trying to keep up. "Are you ready? Do you
want it?" I was close. My pumping produced those liquid sounds and smells
of sex that was driving me crazy. Our slippery bodies slapped against each
other, my hard shaft surging into her, our two bodies with one single focal
point of nerve endings and pleasure.

"Fuck me, baby." She held me tight, one arm around my shoulders and the
other on my butt. "Come inside me. Come. I want your come."

I rose up higher on my knees to pound into her from a higher angle. Her
mouth was next to my ear, urging me, begging me, thrilling me, "I want...to
feel...you come...inside...I love...the way...you fuck me...come babe...
squirt your come." I roared like a wildman, thrusting between those firm
thighs, past those deliciously clinging lips into her snug, slippery vagina
and feeling her sweaty body sliding against mine, my penis growing and
expanding and then the last paralyzing thrust, deep and hard, my semen
exploding out of my twitching cock to spray my white heat against her cervix
and into the farthest reaches of her wondrous vagina. She held me tightly
and tried to keep moving her hips, trying to coax each spurt out of me,
whispering "Yes, yes, come, yes, I can feel you come, yes" into my ear, my
head pounding to match my cock within her, driving my manhood and my semen
into her body in that ancient primal act.

As I regained control of my muscles, my hips found life and synchronized
with hers, and my cock eased around inside her incredibly slick vagina. "You
are," I managed to utter, "an amazing little animal. You are." I was gasping
for breath.

"It's nice to be appreciated." Mary kept moving and pressing her body
against mine. We exchanged a wet, sloppy kiss as my erection softened and
slipped out. Our breathing was returning to normal. I maneuvered over to
the side and collapsed next to her on the bed. There was a sheen of sweat on
her chest and stomach, and my hand played with it and stroked her breasts.

"'Scuse me a minute," she said, and she rolled out of bed and headed to
the bathroom. I heard her pee, then a minute later she was back, next to me,
wearing that same big smile. "Sorry 'bout that pee back then, when your
mouth..."

"Don't apologize. It excites me to think about exciting you that much."

We cuddled, exchanging occasional kisses and strokes. "Peter," she began,
"Do you know that was the first time I've ever had sex without a rubber?"

"After eight years of marriage?"

"And a year or so of sleeping with Stuart before that. We were always so
concerned about getting pregnant. I tried the Pill once, before starting with
Stuart, but it made me feel like I had the flu all the time. So we started
with rubbers, and we stayed with them. Just another rut, I guess." Her hand
found my shriveled penis, gooey with semen mixed with her fluids. "This is
really, really sexy. I loved feeling you come inside me. It felt so...so
primitive. Using a rubber seems antiseptic. Too tidy."

"I know what you mean. I like the intimacy of skin against skin."

"And not worrying about getting pregnant."

"And not worrying. Besides, someone once said, 'If it's not messy, then
you're not doing it right.'"

She giggled. "Now, let's just see what the story is here." She left a
trail of kisses down my body until she got to my penis, still soft. She
sucked it gently into her mouth, swirled it around, and let it go with a pop.
"This is an interesting mixture of tastes." She licked around, like a cat
cleaning up, and inhaled me again. My penis was stiring. She hummed little
noises in her throat as her mouth worked on me.

"Come 'ere." I pulled her hips, and she looked up at me, not letting go.
"Spin around. Lie on top of me." Mary complied, shifting her body while
continuing to hold me in her mouth. She poised her pussy a few inches above
my face. It was erotic. Legs spread, my come oozing from her vagina, her
sex still raw and excited, I put my hands around her hips and pulled her down
onto my mouth. A moan came out along my penis as I made contact. I felt my
erection returning, goaded onward by the taste and smell and vision of this
woman's arousal, not to mention what her mouth was doing to my cock.

My tongue found its way into her vagina, and Mary let go of my penis with
a gasp. "You really get into it, don't you?" I responded by sucking her
clit. It was still hard. She asked, "Do you really like that taste?"

I was getting hard, fast. "It's about the same as what you're tasting.
If you can do it, why can't I?" She descended again, engulfing my cock until
her lips were encircling the base, her hand flattening my matted pubic hair.
She held me there, working her tongue and lips and moving her head in small
circles, and my erection grew deeper and deeper into the back of her throat.
I tried to give her the same pleasure she was giving me. I held her hips and
searched her crevice, getting intimate again with her clit and her puffy labia
and her vagina, which was clenching in tandem with her anus. My leaking
semen added a thick, salty taste to her musky sweetness.

I was hard again, almost fully erect. Mary's mouth let go of my shaft,
her hand slid up and down it a few times, and then she rose up on her knees
and spun around. She sat astride my hips, pressing my erection with one hand
against her open pussy, rubbing it in her groove. "See, I told you I might
be able to help!" My hands rose to her breasts, and Mary's head rolled from
side to side, her shoulders hunching forward.

Mary spread her legs and rose up slightly, grasped the base of my erection
with a fist to aim it at her vagina, and impaled herself on me. I just held
still. "Oooh, nice," she exhaled as her hips squirmed to work me deep into
her body. Her hips shifted and wiggled, pressing her sex against my pubic
bone, giving little gasps as her clit made contact. My hands migrated from
her hips to her breasts, then back again to her hips. Her body was poised
above me, pleasuring herself as much as she was pleasuring me, her eyes
closed in concentration.

"Should I move?" I asked.

"No. Let me. Let me do this. I want to see if I can come this way."

"You don't usually?"

"No." Her body found a steady rhythm, holding me completely inserted,
mashing herself against me. "I never really come when Stuart is inside me."
She trembled and took a quick breath. "But I'm really turned on now." Her
face showed total concentration, her features scrunching up every time her
hips pushed her clit against me. "And you're hitting some spots that he
doesn't hit. Inside."

Mary was pressing so hard against me I couldn't move much even if I'd
wanted to, so I just raised my hips high and held them there to get maximum
penetration. I felt her cervix again, a spongy brushing of my sensitive
cockhead, and I knew that I deep inside her. Mary rocked and rolled and
gyrated on me, and her breathing turned into almost panting and her little
noises increased into louder ones. She was moving and churning on my
erection, using it to stretch herself open and discover those delicious
points of pleasure, encouraging them out of hiding.

"Am I big for you?" She moaned in response. "Think about me inside of
you, shooting my come inside of you." Her mouth was open, vocalizing her
lust. I reached down between us and placed my thumb on her inflamed clit,
allowing her to rub herself against my flesh instead of against bone. Her
hips rolled back, thrusting my throbbing erection against the front of her
vagina, and my thumb pressed firmly along her hard clit. "You're going to
come for me, aren't you?" Her eyes half opened and she looked down on me.
"Let it go. Feel my hard cock. You're such a sexy woman."

Mary's hips accelerated into a flurry. Her juices -- our juices --
squished out of her, dripping down my balls. Her back was arched, hands on
my chest for balance, and her breasts wobbled and oscillated above me.
Mary's face belonged to a woman lost in a world of her own ecstasy. My thumb
doubled its speed up and down her clit, and then she came, making a noise
somewhere between a grunt and a scream, shuddering outside and twitching
inside. "Come, lover. Come." She slammed against me and rubbed so hard I
thought she was going to hurt herself, her grunt-screams bursting out every
time she jammed her clit against my thumb and gave a little side to side twist
of her hips.

"Oh God oh God oh God," she murmured to herself. She kept moving, rocking,
stroking herself on me, descending slowly from her peak, trying to hold it
as long as she could. Her eyes opened and focused on my face, and she smiled
at me. "Thank you. I think I see what I was missing all those years."

"My pleasure. I loved watching you come."

"Mmmm." Her upper body shivered. "Can you come again?"

I was close. "Yes."

Mary's hips lifted up, then lowered back down, plunging my stiff cock into
her slurpy vagina, expelling more juices. "You like me to move like this?"

"I like the feeling that I'm penetrating you. Yes. Keep moving like
that."

She reached behind and placed two fingers alongside my cock as it entered
her body, adding to the friction. "You stretch me wide open." My hands held
her hips, following her thrusts without changing anything she was doing. "I
want your cock. I want your come. Fill me with your come, baby." I was
hard, throbbing inside her, rising to another release. "Spray inside me.
Let me feel it. Do it. Now. Now."

This time my climax built more slowly than the first one, and I could
feel it climbing and tensing until my whole lower body tightened into one
muscled knot. "Now. Here it comes." I pulled at her and tried to bury my
cock deep inside her body, feeling my shaft jerk and sputter and explode my
come into her. She squeezed my erection, gripping my cock as she stroked
herself a few inches up and down its length, milking every last drop of semen
out of my body and into hers.

"Oh my," was all I could manage. "That was wonderful." She lowered her
mouth to mine, then followed with her whole body, her soft mouth exploring
mine as my penis relaxed in its cradled embrace. We had started with a
friendship, moved to a physical coupling, and ended up in a state of shared
intimacy that neither of us had expected to find.

"Still friends?"

"Still friends."