We eat breakfast, discussing the things we liked about the cooking class from the night before. After finishing breakfast, he helps me rinse the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher.
As I am wiping down the counters, he comes up behind me and wraps me in his arms.
“Let’s go back to bed,” is all he says, kissing my ear wetly.
I stop what I am doing and toss the sponge into the sink.
“Okay,” I let him lead me out of the kitchen and back to my bedroom. Once there, he strips me of the clothes I am wearing (his t-shirt and my panties). I am naked, lying across my bed as I watch him, watch me.
He looks like he is still hungry.
He grabs my ankle and drags me to the edge of the bed. I continue to watch him, watch me. When he drops to his knees and runs his hands up my thighs, I feel apprehensive. He places a kiss on my knee and starts to kiss up my right thigh.
Is he going to do what I think he is going to do?
When he reaches my inner thigh, I reach out and place my palm against his forehead.
“Stop!” I say, starting to panic. My mind instantly going back to the one and only time a guy went down on me. Specifically, how he started and then stopped abruptly, saying that I tasted funny.
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Isaac
I try to tamp down my irritation when she stops me. I look up and she looks freaked out. Correction, she looks freaked out and embarrassed.
I run a soothing hand down her thigh.
“What’s wrong Olivia?” I ask before nuzzling her hipbone with my chin. I can smell her arousal and I can’t wait to taste her.
“Nothing,” she replies to me softly. Her eyes are looking everywhere but at me.
“Olivia.” I nip her hipbone softly, loving how soft her skin is against my lips.
She lets out an exasperated rush of air and finally looks at me.
“Remember how I said that it had been a long time since I had sex? Well, it has been even longer since anyone has gone down on me.”
I will admit - I was surprised when she told me she hadn’t had sex in four years. Therefore, I guess I shouldn’t be a shock that no one has eaten her sweet pussy in a while – but I am.
“How long?”
She tries to close her legs and squirm away from me, but I don’t let her.
“Nuh-uh.” I move so that my shoulders are wedged between her thighs, keeping her open to me. “How long Baby Girl?” I ask again, placing a kiss right below her navel, I look down and her pussy lips are glistening.
I wait.
She doesn’t say a word. I can hear Chewy’s snores as he sleeps just outside the door.
I wait.
She is still silent. I can hear the hum of the furnace as it kicks on.
“The first and only guy who went down on me was almost five years ago and he said I tasted funny,” she finally says before plopping down on the bed and covering her face with her hands.
I leave my perch between her thighs and move until I have her in my arms. I gently pry her hands away from her face and lift her chin with my finger. My heart does this funny clenching thing when I see unshed tears in her eyes.
“Hey…what’s this?” I swipe my thumb under her eye, catching a fallen tear.
“I told you I was weird. I mean come on – what 32-year-old woman has never had her pussy eaten or foregoes sex in like – forever. I told you I wasn’t normal!”
She tries to squirm away from me again, but I’m not having it. I hold her chin firmly in my hand as I roll her onto her back with me hovering over her.
“First of all – you are not weird. You are perfect just the way you are. So what if you were not sexually active for a while – I like that. And I can tell you right now, I’m going to enjoy tasting you, because just smelling you has me so hard right now.”
She looks at me in wide-eyed wonder. “But, but…,”she stutters out. “What if I don’t like it or I don’t taste right?” She says the last part in a whisper.
I shake my head, reigning in my anger at the asshole who told her that she tasted funny. I wish I could find him - I would gladly knock him the fuck out.
“If you don’t like it or if you taste funny,” (just saying it pisses me off), I plant a soft kiss on her lips, “I’ll stop…okay.”
She nods her head a little.
“Okay,” she says softly.
“Why don’t you scoot up to the head of the bed and lay back against the pillows.”
I want her to be comfortable and I want to be able to gauge her reaction to make sure she likes it. I move from the bed, watching her maneuver to the head of the bed. Once she is settled against the pillows, she tries to pull up the sheet to cover herself, but I stop her.
“No hiding from me Olivia,” I say as I stand at the foot of the bed before crawling onto the bed, lying on my stomach and settling myself between her thighs again. I throw her leg over my shoulder then scoop my hands under her ass to bring her closer.
I plan to be here for a while.
Her breathing picks up as I ghost my lips up her inner thigh. I swear I am getting a contact high from breathing in the scent of her pussy. It is mouthwatering. I ignore her pussy for now and lightly nibble on the delicate skin of her inner thigh. I suckle and nip at her inner thigh until she starts to squirm.
She will definitely have a love bruise there later.
When I settle my mouth over her pussy, she bucks her hips and cries out in pleasure. I slowly slide my tongue through her folds. Her taste is sweet, salty and all Olivia. I take my time savoring her on my tongue. When I reach her clit, I suck it into my mouth before moving my tongue back down through her wet folds. I repeat this movement over and over, getting lost in her essence, but I keep my eyes on her. She is quite responsive and I love how her back arches when I swirl my tongue around her clit.
She starts fisting the sheets and grinding her pussy into my face; her eyes are clenched shut - my name leaving her lips in breathless moans.
I think she likes it.
When she starts to buck her hips, I know she is about to cum. I lift her ass a little bit higher so I can really get it good. I continue to eat her delectable pussy until I have made her cum hard on my tongue. While she is coming down from her orgasm, I lightly nip at the soft delicate skin of her inner thigh again. I can already see the beginnings of a purple bruise.
I slowly move up her body, kissing her navel as I make my way up her body. I linger a bit over her tits, sucking one nipple in my mouth before giving attention to the other one. I move up further, settling my lower body between her thighs, while I hover above her. Her face is flushed, eyes closed and she has a slight smile on her face.
“Olivia,” I say softly before nuzzling my nose to with hers.
She opens up those big brown eyes and if I do say so myself, she looks very satisfied.
“Did you like it?” I want to kiss her, but I know some women don’t like being kissed after someone goes down on them.
She nods her head then averts her eyes - her blush deepens before she looks back at me. “Did I taste okay?”
“You’re delicious…you wanna see?”
She nods her head shyly before I dip my head down to kiss her. I decide to let her lead the kiss as she nips at my bottom lip. She is tentative at first before she gets bolder and before I know it, she is seeking my tongue and proceeds to give me one of the hottest kisses I have ever experienced.
When we finally come up for air, she says “Wow!” Her eyes are hooded with lust. I grin down at her.
Looks like I have a little freak on my hands.
I kiss her a few more times before kissing my way back down her body. This time, I grip behind her right knee and press it back until her thigh touches her tit. Her left leg, more or less falls open. She is gloriously open to me. I lick my lips right before I take a long and slow lick, enjoying her flavor on my tongue.
“You okay up there?” I ask. As she is still propped up again
st the pillows, she has a front row seat to my favorite new hobby.
“Yeah,” she says in a breathy voice. She surprises me when she slightly places her hand on my head and whispers, “More…”
I grin up at her before diving in and feasting on her pussy. I alternate between sucking her engorged clit and long, slow licks through her wetness. I take my time learning what makes her breath hitch, her toes curl and her back arch.
When I feel her pussy start to quiver with the start of her orgasm, I wrap my tongue around her clit and suction my mouth over the engorged little nub as I insert two fingers into her wet and dripping pussy. I crook my fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. She bucks up hard and I lay my arm across her hips to keep her still.
As I continue to pleasure her pussy with my tongue and fingers, Olivia starts to fully unravel. Last night and this morning when I fucked her, she moaned sexily when she came, but now she is letting out loud shrieks as she pulses against my tongue. I don’t stop my ministrations until she is limp. I discreetly wipe her moisture from my mouth before standing. I go to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth so I can clean her up. By the time I have cleaned her up and tucked her in, she is drifting off to sleep. The empty gold foil-wrapped packet on the bedside table catches my attention. I plan to have my way with her many more times today and tonight, so we are going to need more condoms.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and call her name softly. Her eyes flutter open and she looks at me sleepily.
“I’m going to head to the drug store to grab some more condoms. I’ll be back in about twenty to thirty minutes.” I will probably be back sooner than that as there is a drug store a few blocks over.
Olivia nods her head and her eyes flutter shut again.
I don’t think she heard a word I said.
“Olivia – did you hear what I said?”
Without opening her eyes, she repeats sleepily what I just said. I chuckle quietly, leaning down and kissing the side of her head. I grab my sweater from the back of the chair before heading to the bathroom to wash up.
Chapter 5 – Friends
Isaac
It’s a little after 8am when I pull into my driveway and I am surprised to see Judah’s truck. He is rarely home this early on a Sunday morning – usually he is still in bed with whomever he fucked the night before. He never brings his conquests home, so I am guessing he either stayed home last night or left his conquest’s house at the crack of dawn.
Entering the house, I toss my keys into the big crystal bowl in the foyer that my mom insisted would look good there. We use it as a catchall bowl – which she always cleans out when she visits. My nose leads me to the kitchen where I smell bacon. I walk into the kitchen and see my twin shredding cheese into a small bowl.
“Hey,” I say to him as I walk over the fridge and grab a bottle of water.
He looks at me, with a smirk on his face.
“Where have you been - knee-deep in pussy?”
I throw the water bottle cap at him, which he catches.
“I’ve been at Olivia’s.”
“Like I said – knee-deep in pussy.”
“Asshole.”
Judah gives me a smile that is identical to mine.
“I’m making cheese eggs – you want some?”
“Yeah – what else are you making besides that and bacon?” I ask, assuming that the bacon is in the oven.
“Nothing yet.”
“I’ll pan-fry some hash browns and make toast.”
He nods his head. I wash my hands at the sink and we work for a few minutes in silence.
“So…I take it the date went well since I haven’t seen you since Friday?” Judah asks, breaking the silence. I look up at him as he hands me a small bowl of chopped onion to place in the hash browns I just put on the stove.
“Yeah, it did. The cooking class was a lot of fun.”
I can feel him looking at me. I know he is expecting more and I am contemplating what I want to tell him. Instead of overthinking it, I just start talking.
“I have known this girl a short time and it feels like I have known her a lifetime. I mean when I asked her out for coffee, I thought it would be my usual thing – a coffee date then we’d hook-up one or two times. But Judah…” I trail off, shaking my head because I am trying not to gush everything out at once. I turn the burner down on the hash browns and look at him. “She’s incredible. I could spend hours talking to her and never get bored. I love that she is not afraid to be herself around me; she’s funny, a little bit nerdy and I think clumsy. She also has this sweet innocence about her that is sexy as fuck.”
My twin gives me a slow smile before pouring an egg mixture into a pan on the stove.
“So the pussy’s good?” he asks – dead serious.
I roll my eyes because for Judah, everything boils down to pussy.
“Yeah, it’s good,” I say, smiling a little, yet exasperated at my pussy hound brother. “But that’s not the point. Even if we hadn’t fucked, I would still feel like this. Even now, I have this insane urge to talk to her even though I just spent the last thirty-six hours with her.”
“So why are you here and not there with her?”
I reach over and grab some of the shredded cheese, sprinkling it over the hash browns before divvying them up and putting them onto two plates.
“Um…I invited her over for dinner with everyone. She will be here around 2pm.”
I drop slices of bread into the multi-slot toaster.
“That’s not what I asked you,” my twin replies as he places equal portions of the cheese eggs onto the plates. “And dinner is not until 6pm – why 2pm?”
I look at Judah and shrug my shoulders – not giving him an answer. When the toast is ready, I stack it on a smaller plate while he takes the bacon out of the oven and puts a pile on each plate. We sit at the kitchen table and eat in silence.
There is no way I’m telling Judah that I left her house so she could ‘recuperate’. This morning when I stroked my fingers over her pussy, her slight flinch and accompanying hiss let me know that her pussy needed a break. I knew if I had stayed, I would have had my way with her again – sore pussy or not. That was when I invited her to come and hang out with me today and to have dinner with everyone. I figured that I would have my way with her again – providing that she is not still sore – before everyone arrived. I also asked her to bring an overnight bag for her and Chewy – just in case.
She agreed to come over to hang out with me and have dinner but told me she would have to think about the overnight bag bit - which I thought was fair. She then surprised me by joining me in the shower and offering to wash my back. That ended with her giving me a soapy hand job. She had sleepily walked me to the door wearing my t-shirt – looking adorable and sexy at the same time.
“You think she’s the one?” Judah asks, breaking the silence. I look at him to see if he’s joking – he looks quite serious, if not curious.
I give him a slight smile.
“Maybe.”
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A few minutes before 2pm, the doorbell rings and I take the stairs two at a time to answer it. I open the door to find Olivia looking much younger than her 32 years. She looks like some fresh-faced co-ed with her hair loose as she wears a pink hoodie, jeans and a pair of pink Chuck Taylor’s. Chewy is pulling on his leash, trying to get loose.
“You can let him go,” I say.
“You sure?” she asks.
I nod and she bends down to unclip his leash. He takes off into the house as quick as his short little legs can carry him.
“Hey,” I say softly, wanting to kiss her.
“Hey,’ she replies back shyly.
I lean down slowly, wanting her to meet me half way – and she does. Her lips meet mine with a hesitant peck that I quickly deepen. I go to wrap my arms around her, but realize that her arms are occupied. I reluctantly end the kiss and I see that she has something in both hands and over her shoulder.
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br /> “What’s all this?” I ask, pointing to the thermal bag in her hand, the black duffle bag over her shoulder and a Food Lion bag in her other hand.
She blushes a little before speaking. “I made Oreo truffles and I picked up some chocolate and caramel sauce to drizzle over them. I thought that maybe we could have them for dessert.”
I rub my thumb slowly over her bottom lip. She looks nervous.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say finally.
“I know, but I wanted to.” Her blush deepens as she continues. “I also brought an overnight bag for myself and Chewy, like you asked.”
I smile, “Yeah?” I say as I lean forward.
She nods, biting her plump bottom lip and licking my thumb in the process. I lean forward and give her a slow kiss, wishing that my brother was not here and I could take her directly to bed – fuck an introduction.
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Olivia
I am so in love – with Isaac’s house!
He and his brother live in a huge renovated farmhouse. Isaac had told me about it during one of our phone conversations last week. Originally, the house had been a farmhouse that was turned into a boarding house that catered to workers who worked the tobacco farms in the area back in the early 1900’s. Isaac’s father had actually purchased the house and the surrounding land some twenty years ago – never doing anything with it. When Isaac and his brother became successful with their business, they purchased the property from their father. A year and a half later, the house had been gutted and fully renovated.
Isaac ushers me into the house, taking my bags from me. I take in the foyer with its dark hardwood floors that look almost black and cream colored walls. He hangs my duffle bag on the cream-colored staircase bannister that is trimmed in the same dark wood as the floor.
“Let’s put your truffles in the fridge and then I will introduce you to my brother,” Isaac says as I follow him to the kitchen. It is at the back of the house and it is a cook’s dream. Not surprising since Isaac has told me that he and his brother love to cook.
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