Page 3 of Brother's Best Friend Biker Affair

Chapter Three

I know I’m just worked up about things but the way Evan’s hands move over my body has me thinking maybe I can cum. Maybe I do have the capability for orgasms but I just haven’t had one before. Maybe I’m not defective after all. You can forgive me for being so worked up, though. I’ve had a crush on this man forever. I mean, even when I was a little girl, I was in absolute puppy love with him. I’m twenty-two. He’s around thirty. I think my crush on him started when I was five years old. So, it’s natural that I might go a bit crazy right now, right?

I guess I’m kind of silly because I’m trying to record all of the details of everything happening. I’m doing it so I’ll be able to make a full report to Savannah. I know it’s a dumb thing to do but it has the benefit of making me fully aware of everything. What’s that silly meditation crap everyone talks about these days? Um… Mindfulness. That’s it. The whole fully present-in-the-moment thing. Right. Well, trying to record every detail in my mind so I can report it more effectively to Savannah most definitely makes me fully present.

I feel his fingertips moving over my skin. It feels like electrically charged waves of sensation emanate out from them and flow over my skin. I guess I’m taking a little poetic license there but I’m not exaggerating much. The sensations are very intense, far more intense than anything I’ve felt before. The kisses feel intense as well. They’re actually quite tender and romantic. Somehow, what he does with his hands, those incredible caresses somehow turns my lips into an erogenous zone. Again, that’s not an exaggeration.

You know, the crazy thing is that I don’t care about cumming.

You see, that’s the amazing thing.

Whenever I’m doing anything with a boy, the orgasm is always the only thing on my mind. I mean, in terms of how it feels for me. It’s kind of just turned into that, you know. But I just don’t care about it right now. I’m really enjoying everything that’s happening. For the first time in my life, I feel like it just won’t bother me at all when I don’t cum. I won’t have to work very hard at all to put up a front about loving it. I’ll fake the orgasm, of course. I mean, I really have to now, and I’ll have to do a good job of it, too. He knows all about me never having one before, and that’s why… Damn, this is so good!

It is such a strange thing to experience these sensations without being caught up in where they put me on the road to climax. It’s strange not to think along those lines. It’s really strange not to focus on how to hide my disappointment. I am certain I’m not going to be disappointed this time. Oh, I won’t cum. I have no illusions about that at all. It won’t disappoint me, though. On the contrary, I’m going to just be amazed at all the pleasure I’ve felt.

And then he kisses my throat. It feels like my throat is a pleasure receptacle if that makes any sense. I mean, that kiss feels good, really good. I feel the same way about my breastbone as he kisses along it as well. He kisses my nipples, and again I’m shocked at how damned good it is compared to other guys who have done it.

And then he kisses my ribs beneath my breasts.

And then right above my navel.

And then right below my navel.

I’m a little slow on the uptake, I know. It’s only then that I think about how he’s been kissing his way down my body and has a destination in mind. Can I chalk not knowing that up to inexperience? Can I chalk it up to being completely blown away by this happening with Evan? Can I chalk it up to…

“Evan!” I cry. “Oh my… Evan!”

I don’t care if I cum. That’s the first thing that occurs to me when I feel his tongue at my pussy. The pleasure that washes over my body is exquisite. I really don’t give a damn at all about whether or not I cum because this already feels so damned good. He moves his tongue up and down my slit and he does something really sexy as he’s doing that. He lifts his shirt off. He moves so quickly that it’s almost like there’s no break at all in his tongue’s movements as his shirt comes off.

He moves his hands over my legs and lifts them up so they rest on his shoulders as his tongue darts into me. He wriggles it about and then moves it all around over my pussy. It’s like he’s intent on exploring every single possible bit of me! He wriggles his tongue around the hole and then flicks it between my folds. He even moves lower and torments the little star opening of my asshole!

Everything feels incredible. I’ve never felt like this before, and in my head, while I’m recording it all, I try to think about how I’ll be able to recreate this while masturbating. Hell, I’ll never have to feel deprived and neglected if I can feel like this. I mean, never having an orgasm just won’t matter to me when I get to experience this kind of pleasure.

I gasp when he pinches my nipples and it’s kind of crazy to realize he’s been doing it for a while. I’ve been so focused on what his mouth is doing that I just kind of miss it. He pinches them a little bit hard so I’m actually right on the verge of pain from it. I don’t know why I like it.

And then, I cry out, “Evan! Evan! Evan!” because while pinching my nipples almost severely, he moves his mouth up and closes his lips over my clit. The sensations make the previous ones seem almost mild. He sucks on my clit and at the same time, he moves his tongue rapidly so it slides over my little pleasure button.

I experienced the most shocking set of sensations I’ve ever experienced. All of the excitement and pleasure from what his tongue already did concentrates and I feel it growing and growing. I mean, it’s like it just keeps getting better, and I don’t understand it because it’s already so good.

And then I understand it.

Because then, I cum.

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