Mid-Summer, 1995:
This was not the typical hot summer night in Ohio. This time, there was an abnormally high temperature with much more oppressive humidity than usual. Additionally, these temperatures were not common this late. It was midnight and it was sultry.
I decided to come back east and visit the people who were important to me. This was my last night in town and I was not going to leave without seeing my closest friend, Jennifer. Little did I know I would have another wonderful, pleasurable, and erotic evening that turned out to be a night to be remembered.
After we were finished gallivanting around town, we still were enjoying each other’s company. So, we retreated to an air-conditioned respite from the stifling heat to the infamous basement sanctuary. It was much cooler and more comfortable in my favorite place.
We were sitting in a couple of chairs facing each other while talking and exchanging glances at each other’s anatomy. One may assume we were undressing each other with our eyes. Well, I admit it. I was looking straight through the front of Jennifer’s shorts fantasizing about seeing her without them.
As usual, one comment led to another with sex being the topic of discussion. Jennifer was wearing a nice looking top with light-colored shorts. I could not remember the exact colors she was wearing because my mind was fixated on her pussy.
We engaged in our own friendly little sexual small talk when I had the feeling that something wonderful with Jenifer may happen. She always had her way of sexually exciting me. I gently slid my hand between her thighs brushing the back of my hand across that warm pocket between her legs. I felt an inkling of moisture through the fabric while catching a faint hint of the scent of her pussy. Since I never had the pleasure of smelling or tasting her juices directly, this was an educated guess.
As my fingertips examined the contours of her lips through her shorts, she gently took my hand and said, "We don't need to get into any trouble."
I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. While I was deep in thought regarding that comment, Jennifer suddenly appeared on her knees in front of me. At this point, it was quite evident that a blowjob was the only event on the menu that evening. Either way, she always knew how to make me lose my load.
She assisted me in removing my pants and positioned herself between my legs. Obviously, my spear was as hard as a rock, pointing straight up to the ionosphere.
Jennifer leaned forward and slid her tongue up and down, licking the shaft of my penis. She moved to the head, wiggling and straightening the tip of her stiffened tongue while trying to insert it into the hole. This always felt as if she could slide her tongue deep inside. At this point, I began to tremble.
She went back to maneuvering her wet tongue up and down my shaft, followed by engulfing my cock deep into her mouth. She almost took in my entire penis with the head protruding into her throat. She continued to bob up and down, sucking the life out of me. I was literally fucking her in her mouth while she was doing the work. Awesome!
My cock began to feel that overwhelming burning sensation again, you know, the one you feel right before you cum.
I closed my eyes and inadvertently drifted off into another happy place. One may wonder, how could there be any other happy place when my beautiful and exciting friend had my cock in her mouth? It didn’t make much sense, but who could reason when ejaculation was at the front door. At this passionate juncture, I was ready to blow my load down her throat.
In my mind, I thought I quietly said, "Wait..."
Jennifer stopped and gave me a rather inquisitive look. I said to her, "I need to see you."
Again, she looked at me with question.
I softly said, “I want to see your bare legs spread apart without clothing.” "I want to look at your pussy.”
I explained, “In the past, I have only had a quick view just before I slid my cock inside of you."
Before Jennifer could respond, I respectfully and quietly continued, "May I also touch you?" “I only know what it felt like when my cock was deep inside."
Jennifer was silent, resulting in an awkward pause…
I then humbly requested, "May I put my fingers inside of your pussy?" "I need to know how it feels when they are sliding in and out." “I have this burning desire to feel you, especially when you are wet.”
I looked at her in the eye and meekly said, "May I?" ... "Is this ok with you?"
I finally, in a very quiet tone, said, “I do not mean to be crude or disrespectful, but you are my closest friend.” “You are the only person I could ever imagine talking to this way.” I then, in an almost whisper, said, "Please, Jennifer … I really need to know.”
Jennifer smiled sheepishly with a slight hint of mischief in her eyes. Now we were sitting on the floor facing each other while Jennifer’s back was leaning against the couch. Without a word, she ploddingly unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. She smiled again and looked at me in the eye, followed by slowly inching them down to her ankles. She then gracefully slid them off one foot at a time. This was a fantasy that came true.