by Jeanna Yung
I looked down at Terri as she pleasured me, and she had a brilliant gleam in her eye that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. It was interesting because, if it had been a boy that I was looking at, I would have been offended. It would have been a kind of cocky type of bullshit thing. You know, the stupid, jokey, alpha male, “women are objects” kind of a look. But on Terri, it was delightful. It was strange; she knew she was driving me right to the brink, but she was determined not to let me finish, and it was astounding to know how good she was at it.
I saw something else that excited me too. There was something even more incredible as I looked. Her ass was high up in the air, and it was impossibly beautiful. She had one hand curled around my thigh, squeezing it delicately as she trailed her tongue over my clit and down into my folds. Her other hand was underneath her own body, and judging by the way her ass was moving and her shoulder was shaking, I knew she was touching herself. She was touching herself as she licked me, and for some reason, that turned me on a hundred times more. In fact, as soon as I realized what she was doing, it pushed me over the edge she was trying so hard to keep me from.
My body exploded in sexual release. I couldn’t stop the moans from rolling readily from my throat, and I admired how she didn’t stop her movements at all as I came. My brain was foggy, my eyes unseeing, and it was the most blissful experience I’d ever had in my life.
When I managed to collect myself, I reached down and I lifted her up. She looked at me with a smile, and I think she was expecting me to ask why she had been keeping me on the edge or something like that, but I was too far gone. I flipped around, and she stared at me in surprise. I was looking right up at her face. I pulled her mouth down to me, and I aggressively kissed her. And even though I didn’t have anything resembling the finesse she’d shown, it sent thrills though me. I scrambled backwards underneath her, then, and it was really amazing because her fingers were still working urgently on her clit. I saw her pussy right above me, a tiny pink slit and a beautiful little button. I leaned forward and I circled my mouth over her clit. It was cool because her fingers were still there, so my tongue snaked between her fingers and I began licking.
She moaned, and her other hand moved around to press my head against her. But then she had to steady herself, and the pressure on the back of my head disappeared. I felt her mouth. We were in that sixty-nine position, something I’d done time and time again with boys—but always the opposite, with me on top. This was extraordinarily different than being with a guy, though. Now I held tightly to her ass, and I just furiously licked at her. It was nothing like what she’d done to me; I didn’t know how to keep her on edge for a long, long time or anything like that. Hell, I didn’t even know how to get her off quickly. All I knew for absolute certain was that I wanted to taste her and explore her and learn everything I could about her, and I licked feverishly. She tasted interesting and erotic and sweet and musky, and it was amazing to feel her reactions as her body would twitch with sensation. It was even more amazing to feel her lose some of that astounding control she had so that, rather than teasing me, she was reaching areas of my arousal that I knew would result in another orgasm.
I kept licking her, moaning furiously against her cunt as I did. She began moaning as well, and it didn’t take long before her moans grew more and more plaintiff. I knew I was right on the edge of cumming again, but I really wanted her to cum first or at the same time as me. I re-doubled my efforts and, because I knew that I liked it when someone pushed fingers into me when I came, I reached around and I thrust two fingers into her pussy. She groaned, and her body kind of jerked, so I began slamming them in and out faster as I licked at her clit.
Then it happened. Her whole body tensed up and then relaxed. She cried out against my pussy, and that was when I came too. It was an incredible flurry of motion at that point. Neither of us were willing to take our tongues and our lips off the other one’s clit. My fingers moved furiously in her pussy, and she returned the favor with equal intensity. It was an astounding and overwhelming set of sensations running through me, and I just held tightly to her with one arm while the other just assaulted her pussy as fast and as hard as I could in my foggy state of mind. All the while, I kept sucking and nibbling and licking on her clit, and she was doing the same to me. It was the most incredible culmination of events I had ever experienced, made twice as good because she was cumming at the same time.
Finally, she relaxed. I was still in the throes of my orgasm, but it was only seconds after her that I began to regain my composure. She rolled off of me, collapsing beside me, our skin slick with sweat. My whole body felt incredibly refreshed and reenergized, as though she had cast some sort of spell over me. I had never felt so good after an orgasm with a man, and even in my satiated state, my craving for more roared into existence.
“Well,” she said coyly, sitting up and pulling my lips to her, kissing me delicately. “My parents said taking Art as an elective was a stupid idea and a waste of college tuition. I personally think they were wrong.”
I grinned, never more thankful to have walked into a class and chosen a seat next to a random girl in my life. “Speaking of, we have class in ten minutes.”