The last time we fucked she showed up at my place with her head shaved, black nail polish flaking off, and about a week of growth on her legs. She brought her bike down the stairs to my dingy basement apartment and propped it up against the wall of my kitchen.

I might have made a comment about her hair, causing her to blush and run a hand over her scalp. I think she said something about wanting a change. We sat on the couch and chit chatted for a bit before that silence came over us in a wave. You know that silence, right? You both know you're not there to talk, and that silence just asserts itself and tells you to shut up. I reached my hand over to her and she leaned into me.

We began to make out and I didn't even mind that her lips were chapped. Mine probably were too. My hands roamed over her thighs and up her body. Our tongues danced and she straddled me. We ground our jeans into each other. My cock had been in an awkward, bent position to begin with and strained painfully in my pants.

She looked into my eyes and lifted her shirt up over her head and off. I followed suit. I kissed and sucked on her neck as I undid her bra. She shrugged it off, revealing her small, soft breasts. I held her and ran a thumb over one of her nipples, noting the impossibly fine hairs that encircled it. I took her in my mouth, and she released a soft, satisfied, "Mmmm."

She slid backwards, down onto the floor in front of me and began undoing my belt. I raised my hips and she pulled off my pants. By now, my thick, circumcised cock had wrestled its way out the leg hole of my briefs and it stood there, achingly exposed. With one hand she tucked it back into my briefs, then slid them off.

Her small hand, with its short nails and flaking polish wrapped softly around my cock and began to stroke me. A bead of precum appeared on the tip and she licked it and smiled at me before taking me in her mouth. Her chapped lips scratched at the sensitive underside of my shaft, but her tongue soothed any discomfort.

My balls became coated in her saliva as she hungrily slobbered all over my cock. She stroked and sucked and squeezed more precum from me and it was heaven, but I was hungry.

I beckoned her to kiss me, so she stood and leaned forward; her messy wet mouth on mine. The scent of my cock on her face. I began to unfasten her rainbow belt and the button and fly of her jeans. She slid them off and stepped out of them. I slid to the ground and inhaled her pussy through her loose blue boyshorts. I pulled them off and sucked on the crease where her thigh meets her vulva. I licked the coarse hair that joined her untrimmed pubes to the stubble on her legs. I ran my hands up and down her legs and probed deeper into her bush to find the smooth wetness of her hole.

I tasted her and she spread her legs. I found her clit with the tip of my tongue and reached inside her with a finger. She moaned and I added another finger. Her knees buckled for a second and I felt her hands pulling my head away from her.

We stood in front of each other, and she stroked my cock and tasted herself on my lips. She broke the kiss and caught her breath, then placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back onto the couch. I wanted to keep licking her, but she wanted my cock.

I slouched and she placed her knees on either side of my hips. We kissed. She stroked me. I fingered her. She was so wet I hardly felt her slide me inside. She rode me slowly, easing my seven inches all the way inside, grinding it deep inside her, then slowly rising up until she held only the head of my cock between her pussy lips. Then back down again.

After several cycles that seemed to last forever, I started to feel my orgasm building. But I didn't want it to end. Not yet. I had her sit still on my cock and played with her tits. One in my mouth, the other in my hand. Teasing her nipples. Pulling them. Squeezing hard while I kissed her mouth.

I dragged the nails of my right hand down her back and gave her ass one sharp smack. I felt her pussy twitch. I caressed her ass cheeks, then presented my middle finger for her to suck. She treated it like a candy with a surprise in the centre. I returned my hand behind her and explored her crack, finding the tight puckered hole in the centre.

I pushed in gently and she smiled, "You're fun."

Slowly, I began rocking my hips and easing my finger in past the first knuckle. She reached down between us and began playing with her clit. I slid my knuckle back and forth past her sphincter, slowly at first, then in time with my hips. I held her upright with my free hand and began pumping harder.

I sucked her nipple, bit her neck, her lips, sucked on her tongue, fingered her ass, fucked her pussy, then picked her up, removed my finger, laid her on her back on the couch and pounded my cock deep inside her as she cried out. Harder and deeper and faster. Her prickly legs rubbed up and down my sides. She bit my arm, started slapping my back, digging her nails into me, holding on for dear life as wave after wave of orgasm rippled through her body.

I pumped deep into her and held myself there as my cock spurted hot cum. I pulled out as thick globs of it spilled onto her bush and filled her belly button. She wrapped her arms around me. Our sweat and fluids mingling. Our hot breath filling each other's lungs. I shuddered. My cock softened. The last remaining dribbles of cum oozed from me, staining the couch.

We kissed and continued to kiss in the shower after. She dried off and left again on her bike.