by Luke Young
He reflexively covered his groin with his hands. “Um, okay then.”
Smiling, she slipped from the room and closed the door.
7
Brian wore a pair of actual men’s shorts and a shirt as he sat on the sofa with Victoria. They each held a gin and tonic. It was their third, and they were both just south of tipsy.
“I fucking love her.”
“I know, but how’s the sex?”
Shaking his head, he looked at her with his eyes wide. “Amazing. The best I’ve ever had.”
She looked at him, wanting more. “I haven’t had good sex in months. Could you give me some details?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure I want to share the, uh—”
She frowned. “Let me get you another drink.”
One and a half drinks later, he was slumped back on the sofa, staring up at her with a silly grin. “Her pussy tastes so good that I could lick her for hours.” Narrowing his eyes, he sat upright on the edge of the sofa. “Sometimes her juice is thick, and it just…” He fell back, shaking his head and imagining he was with her doing that now while running his tongue around his mouth.
Captivated, she smiled. “Have you guys done anal again?”
This ripped him from the midst of the fantasy, and he looked at her, astonished. “You mean, since we did it here less than twenty-four hours ago?”
She nodded hopefully.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but no, we haven’t done anal again.”
Frowning now, she took a sip of her drink.
He slipped a piece of ice into his mouth and held it there. “Can we talk about something else—maybe your sex life?”
“What’s left of it, anyway.” She sighed. “What do you want to know?”
“Like, what was your craziest-ever sexual experience?”
She thought a moment. “One time I had these two guys over here, and I wanted to see if I could fit both their cocks inside me at the same time.” He stared wide eyed at her as she continued, “One guy was kind of thick, and the other guy was—”
He interrupted her with a hand gesture that indicated that was too much information.
After frowning, she started again, “So then I fit both their…” she paused, rolling her eyes and making quote marks with her hands, “generic-sized penises in my mouth pretty good, but…”
“How in the hell do you even—”
She got up, put her drink down, then stood in front of him. “I arranged the sofa so there were two of these sectional pieces in the center of the room.” He watched her, mesmerized, as she demonstrated. “Then I had them lie back, balls-to-balls, with their penises nearly touching.” He stared at her curiously but also taken aback.
“The oral went pretty well, but when I tried to get them inside my pussy, I, uh…” She spread her legs to simulate how she hovered above them, trying to slip them both inside. She bounced up and down slowly as she looked at him. “I went like this, and I could barely get more than two or three inches inside.”
“Huh.” He looked away, a little horrified now.
Moving back to the sofa, she curled her legs up under her as she appeared to still be in the midst of the spectacular memory. Brian checked the time on his cell phone and sighed. “I think I’m going to go to bed. I’m exhausted. I guess she’s not coming.”
“I’m sure she just got caught up talking to Rob. He can be sort of a drama queen, you know.”
After nodding in agreement, he stood. “Sorry about messing up your night.”
“You didn’t. I was a little bored until you showed up.”
About thirty minutes later, Jillian snuck into the guest room and gently woke Brian. Opening his eyes, he gave her a groggy smile.
“Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. I heard you made it okay, so I didn’t call again. I’m really sorry.”
He sat up a little and glared at her. “You know, I had to come over here bare-ass naked—again.”
“Why? I threw down your clothes.”
“If you look at that tree in your backyard, you’ll find most of my clothes in it. I had a shirt, and that was it.”
“I’m so sorry.” She fought to hold back a giggle. “At least you had your shirt this time.”
He sneered at her. “Oh and does Victoria have any brothers or sisters?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“I just wanted to make sure that every member of her immediate family had seen my penis.” She looked at him, shocked, as he continued, “Oh, yeah, her parents were here, and when I came to the door, a car was behind me, and I lifted up… It’s a long story, but let’s just say, every Wilde could pick me out of a penile lineup. I feel a little like Michael Jackson and oh, yeah, Bill Clinton.”
“You poor baby.” She lay her head on his chest.
“You don’t have to go back home, do you?”
She popped her head back up to look at him. “I do. Rob’s still awake. I told him Victoria was in the middle of a crisis… I brought your bag over. Victoria said she would drive you to the airport tomorrow.”
“What the hell?”
“I know—that’s not the way I want it to be. I need to find the right time and right way to tell him. It’s not every day that you find out your college roommate is going to be your new father… or stepfather, I guess—”
“Wait a minute—is that a yes?” he asked eagerly, his eyes bright.
Pausing, she looked at him lovingly. “I would have married you even if you hadn’t beaten me at tennis yesterday.”
“Really?”
“I can’t stand to be away from you. It’s going to kill me to sleep without you tonight.” She put her head back on his chest and breathed in deeply. “God, you smell good.”
“I used some fancy body wash Victoria had in the shower. It was all she had. I smell a little like a girl don’t I?”
Lifting up from him, she shook her head. “You don’t. In fact, let me show you exactly how non-girly you smell.” She ran her hands down his chest. He stared open-mouthed at her as she slipped one hand under the sheets and felt him through his boxer shorts. He was already nearly hard. Glancing up at him, she gasped before standing, ripping down the sheets, and freeing him from the boxers. His stiffness stood at attention.
“Let me take care of you. I’ll put you to bed,” she said in a sexy voice that caused even more blood to flow where he needed it.
Crawling between his legs, she went to work on him with her mouth, and he groaned in response.
She pulled up from him and said, “You taste great, too.”
She proceeded to give him an amazing blowjob that featured a whole lot of ball attention from her mouth, her hands, and her tongue. As Jillian fought to try to suck both his balls into her mouth at the same time, he wondered if Victoria was behind the effort.
As she succeeded, it felt so fucking amazing that he forgot all about Victoria. Eventually, she moved back up to the main attraction, and five minutes later, when she completed her task, he was blown away. After trailing kisses up his body, she reached his mouth and gave him a big, full kiss.
He tasted mostly himself, and when she pulled back, he grimaced. “Wow. That was weird.” He ran his tongue around his mouth while making a face.
“You taste good.” She gave him a satisfied smile.
Pressing her mouth back to his, she gave him an even deeper kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back with more enthusiasm, and she pulled back, smiling.
He gazed up at her. “God, I feel like licking you for an hour.”
She grinned. “That would be amazing, but I don’t have that much time.” Standing, she drank in his naked body and shimmied her hips. “I think I just had a little O when you said that.”
“That thing you did with my balls was pretty amazing.”
“You liked that?”
“Was that a Victoria suggestion?”
Nodding wickedly, she smiled. “She gave me some others, but I’ll save
those for later.”
“God, I really have to lick you now. Just, sit on my face for like two minutes.”
She stood beside the bed contemplating Brian’s proposition, and he bolstered his case. “We won’t be seeing each other for a few weeks. I’ve got that two-week training, and you have that writers’ conference.”
“I could fly up for the weekend.”
“You really want to visit Rahway, New Jersey?”
After shaking her head with a grin, she pulled down her skirt and underwear as a huge smile spread across his face. He slipped lower in the bed, and she straddled his head, hovering above him. He glanced up at her gorgeous parts, with his lips parted, waiting for her to glide down.
“Two minutes. I’m timing you,” she said with some authority.
“I’m pretty sure your twenty-one-year-old son will be okay in the house for a few more minutes.”
Chuckling, she slid down to his face. She stared up toward the ceiling, loving it and grinding her hips down hard on him as he fervently licked her. She groaned as he kept going and going, his tongue aching. Almost eight intense minutes later, she exploded with a huge climax, her body quivering as she stared down at his face.
She climbed off him, stood beside the bed, and leaned in to kiss him. It was a long kiss, and she felt the heat rising up inside her. Tearing her lips from his, she sighed. “I do love you.” She picked her clothes from the floor and slipped them on.
Leaning back against the headboard, he stared at her. “I’m really going to miss you.”
“Me, too. I’ve got to go.” She exited the room. He stared up at the ceiling as he ran his tongue around his mouth, savoring her sweetness and wearing a huge, satisfied smile.
8
The next morning, Brian awoke with a huge boner and flashed back to the memory of Jillian’s sexy lips on him. He got out of bed, poked his head into Victoria’s room, and found her asleep. He decided to make her breakfast in bed—his specialty.
Thirty minutes later, when he appeared in her doorway carrying a tray, he found her still asleep. As he approached the bed, she gradually awakened and looked at him with a smile. “What’s this?”
“You hungry?”
“Starved.” Holding the sheet to her body with one hand, Victoria sat up and began adjusting the pillows behind her back. As she maneuvered, the sheet fell away from her, exposing her big, beautiful, naked breasts to him. He looked away while she readjusted the sheet and attempted to cover herself. When he looked back, one nipple was still uncovered, and he pointed to it awkwardly. She smiled. “Lighten up. I’m losing count as to how many times I’ve seen your cock. One nipple is not going to kill you.”
“You’re right.” He placed the tray in her lap and snuck a quick peek at her breast.
Catching him, she grinned. “You just totally looked, didn’t you?”
“I did not.”
“You did, you little liar.”
“Okay, I did look. You have a spectacular body.”
“So do you.” She looked over the tray full of blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon and smiled. “Are these your special pancakes? Jillian told me they were orgasmic.”
“They are.”
“Are you going to join me?”
“I already ate.”
After taking a bite of the pancakes, she shut her eyes tight. “Wow. She’s right. I think I just got wet.”
He rolled his eyes and let out chuckle. “I’m glad you like them. By the way, she said she would marry me.”
“I know.”
“She told you?”
“Yeah, we had a little chat before she went in to see you. I gave her a few tips. Did she use any?”
After looking away, a little embarrassed, he looked back at her. “She did. She really did.”
“Sounds like she did it right.”
She leaned forward to grab the mug of tea, and the sheet slipped again, exposing both of her breasts. He stared at them, then tore his eyes away, back to her face.
She gave him a tired look. “Do I really need to cover them up?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Pretend we’re on a topless beach.” He nodded as if that made perfect sense.
After taking a sip, she gave him a serious look. “People in this country are so terrified of nudity and any discussion of sex. You can talk all you want about violence, show someone getting beaten up or his head chopped off in a movie, and that’s just fine. But show one hard penis, and they slap an X rating on you. Talk about sex, and they charge you with sexual harassment. I think people just need to relax. Ninety-nine percent of the adult population has sex—why can’t we just talk about it?”
Smiling in agreement, he was warming to the idea.
“And the human body is beautiful. Just because you see my naked body doesn’t mean you’re going to try to rape me, or something.”
“You’re right, but some naked bodies should not be shown. Yours, on the other hand, is one that definitely should be.”
“Gee, thanks.” She took another big bite and savored it with a satisfied smile.
After glancing once more at her bare breasts, he gave her a cautious look. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, I’ll answer anything.”
“Are your breasts real? Because they’re just perfect.”
“Oh, aren’t you sweet? I get that question a lot. They are real—100% real. Do you want to feel them to check?”
Looking at her, mildly shocked, he shook his head. “No, I’ll just take your word for it.”
“Anything else you want to ask?”
“How many guys have you had sex with?”
She took another sip of tea, pondering the question. “For the first almost-38 years of my life, that would be two.”
“And since then?”
“Should I count all the guys I’ve given oral sex to while they were wearing a condom?”
“I wouldn’t,” he replied sarcastically and just a little bit horrified.
“Good, because I went a little crazy there with this experimental phase. I was working out some, uh… issues.” He raised his eyebrows in understanding as she searched her memory. “I’m in the 19 neighborhood—give or take. I know it sounds like a lot, but I’m very selective and on the occasions when I haven’t been, I’ve been careful. I’ve also been tested a few times.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t believe in anonymous sex with random strangers, but I believe that life is short, and you should have a good time—within reason, of course.”
He gave her a supportive nod.
“Can I ask you a question now?”
Grimacing, he looked her in the eye. “It depends.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why can’t we all just be more open about sex? Can’t we talk about it? Without sex, none of us would even be here. And if sex weren’t as fucking amazing as it is, life would barely be worth living. All we would be doing is working, eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom. None of that is one-tenth as fun as having an orgasm.”
“Okay.” He sighed in defeat. “So, what do you want to know?”
After taking another bite of pancake, she smiled at him. “Did she succeed?”
He stared at her, confused.
“Was Jillian able to put both your balls in her mouth at the same time?”
Parting his lips, he gave her a “what-the-hell” shrug. “Yes, she did, and it was… freaking fantastic.”
“You like having your balls licked?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Do you shave them?”
“My balls?”
“Yes, your balls. Are they all hairy?”
“I don’t shave them, but I use a trimmer occasionally, and I don’t think they’re all that hairy.” He folded his arms defensively.
“Let me see ‘em,” she requested casually.
“Really?”
She took another big bite as she rolled her eyes and gave him a bored look.
> Sighing, he stepped off the bed. “Okay. But I’m doing this purely in the spirit of being open.” He took a deep breath, dropped his shorts and underwear, and looked away as if he were about to cough while being examined by a doctor.
“I can’t see them; come closer.”
He waddled over with his shorts around his knees and stood next to the bed. She looked closely. “Lift up your penis.”
He looked at her as if to say, “Really?”
“Oh, just lift it up. Jesus, I know it’s really heavy, but you do have the upper body strength to lift it don’t you?”
Frowning, he lifted up his penis, and she took a close look at the boys below. “Too hairy.”
“What?”
“Would you like to lick balls with hair all over them?”
He scoffed. “I don’t want to lick balls, hairy or not.”
“You know what I mean.”
Pulling up his shorts, he moved back to the bed, looking a little offended.
“Your cock could use a little shaving as well.”
His mouth dropped. “I just did it, like, two weeks ago.”
She shook her head. “Listen, I guarantee you that if you shave those, Jillian’s ball licking will at the very least double.”
“They get plenty of attention.”
“You ever have the back of your balls licked? That line that runs between you anus and your scrotum—it’s filled with nerve endings like you wouldn’t believe.”
He looked at her curiously. “No, I never have.”
“Probably because it’s like a jungle back there, too.”
His mouth shot open. “How would you know that?”
“Okay, show me then.”
He shook his head. “Forget it. This openness is fun and all, but I’m not bending over so you can see if my ass and the back of my balls are too hairy.” Victoria smiled and took another bite of her breakfast as he asked, “So let’s say—just out of curiosity—if I wanted to shave my balls… would I use a regular razor, like one intended for the face?”
