Nancy is my current squeeze’s ex-roommate from college.
Nancy was a graduate student (30) while Karen was an
undergrad (24). Many of Karen’s friends are bright,
earthy, funny people but Nancy and I had a special bond
between us. Being the same age we had gone through some
of the same changes at the same time and shared some of
the same experiences and outlooks that separated us
from people just five or six years younger.
I’m up in this very small town in the western tier of
New York State in the town where they attend art
school. I visit once every month or so, Karen comes
down-state once a semester and in between we spend long
hours on the phone, occasionally fantasizing verbally,
each of us getting off on long distance so to speak.
Karen and I spend our time making love, visiting
friends and attending the ever present art shows in
town. But most of two days Karen is in class and her
studio. She would get up by 7AM and be gone a good part
of the day. I’d make dinner for them (THESE WOMEN LIVED
ON TAB AND CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES AND PIZZA IN NORMAL
Late on Saturday morning I was in the kitchen doing
last night’s dishes, alone in the house, or so I
thought. My clothes had mostly been stashed in the
laundry so I’m standing around in my jockey shorts and
a T-shirt at the sink. Down the stairs and into the
kitchen comes Nancy. 5’6′, long brown hair, strong taut
legs and ass and small breasts. She’s wearing a very
sleek danskin and running shorts. She looks at me
smiles and says, “You look much better with your pants
She has a look in her eye that I’ve seen before and
every time I’ve seen it and realized what it is and let
things happen, I’ve been the better for it. The danskin
is more than sheer enough so that her nipples are very
visible, especially from only three feet away. I can’t
resist holding my gaze for a second or two. She smiles,
laughs, keeps looking me straight in the eye.
There’s nothing to say. I turn around, we each take one
step forward, and we’re kissing. She’s very good, lips
against mine, tongues almost immediately slipping into
each other’s mouths. My hands reach behind for her ass,
hers around my back.
We stand this way for a minute until she reaches down
and gently grabs my cock through my shorts and
squeezes. She looks me in the eye again and my knees
get weak with her fingers wrapped around my dick. I
thank God(dess) for the simple pleasures of assertive
Nancy leans against me, I quickly brush my hand across
her breasts, she stiffens slightly. We walk arm in arm
into the living room. She leads me toward the couch.
She slides my shorts off and throws them across the
floor. She takes off her own and joins me on the couch.
We sit facing each other, my hand sliding over and
under the ass and crotch of her danskin… she slowly
pumping my cock, still not a word spoken. Nancy pushes
me back on the couch and slides down to the floor,
kneeling between my legs.
She kisses my cock-head then takes it in her mouth,
sucking and tonguing the head and just below, slowly.
She gradually takes more in and I spread my legs
further. I can feel her tongue constantly sliding
across and over the underside of my cock. I can see
she’s moved her free hand down beneath her legs,
rubbing her clit from out-side of the danskin.
It’s not just the feel of her mouth, not quite the same
as a vagina but with the special difference of a
tongue. It’s the sound. I’m not one of those people who
finds lovemaking awkward and messy. It’s incredible and
the wet slurping sound of Nancy sucking me is very loud
in this empty house in a quiet town. Her “muums” and
“umms” are very pleasing to the ear. After ten minutes
the sounds and the feeling are getting to be too much.
I can feel a load, a pressure in my balls. I’m not
sitting still anymore and my back is starting to arch.
Nancy feels it and sucks a bit harder concentrating on
just the spot I need. She’s get-ting high too, rubbing
her clit, taken up with her long time joy for giving
head, knowing that she’s about to finish off another.
Just then she starts to stroke my cock with hard long
hand-strokes tip to balls and I shoot. Cum on my
stomach and chest, with rush of feeling it spurts out.
Nancy climbs up me to lick at my stomach… She licks
it and sucks, working on me slowly until I’m totally
She crawls up into my lap, rubbing herself against me,
nuzzling, biting my ears. I reach for the shoulder
straps and slowly peel off the danskin.
She asks how long till I’ll be ready again. Five or ten
minutes I reply. I’m not sixteen anymore. (But I have
no worry, I think I’m ready already)
Now she sits forward on the couch, heels up on the edge
of the seat, spread enough for me to sit by her side,
facing her and begin fingering her. She’s very wet. She
responds to just one finger inserted into her wet cunt.
One arm around her shoulders, kissing, the other hand
in her vagina and softly stroking her clit. She has her
ass planted firmly on the couch next to me but she’s
moving against my hand. Slow hand, long fingers,
tracing lines up and down the walls of her cunt,
sliding in and out, pulling out sometimes and rubbing
over the lips. She whispers for me to go a little bit
faster, then almost immediately asks in a normal louder
voice, “Little bit faster, little bit deeper, babe,
just keep it goin.”
Now it’s the sound of my finger sliding in and out of
her. Faster, she reaches down, close to her end, she
wants it just the exact way she needs it, she holds my
hand and makes the extra change she needs.
Nancy’s back arched and she came loudly. There was no
one in the house and she was going to take advantage of
it. She shook for I don’t know how long in my arms as I
held her. I kissed her hair and face and licked off the
sweat as she slowly came down. Two finger rested inside
her for a long time afterward.
Then all of a sudden, a voice… “Real nice!! What the
hell do you two think your doing?!? Asked Karen,
standing in the door, red faced.