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Anyway, he has to take care of some things at the college, so I give him the address and get back to shopping. I realize when I’m at the checkout stand that I’m buying what it takes to make a special dinner for him. I feel stupid for being so gaga over him. What am I supposed to do, though? Even if it’s stupid for me to have these feelings, I still have them. Even if there’s no real legitimate reason to let myself get drawn into the situation, I can’t help it.

Oh, crap! Allyson’s father is totally going to be in the house tonight!

What I ought to do is figure out a way to tell him and, hopefully, to soften the blow a little when he asks why I didn’t tell him before. I mean, I don’t want to admit to him that I hid this from him because I was afraid of his reaction and then later because I was ashamed of hiding it from him. I most certainly don’t want to tell him that.

I call my friend, and she takes the baby for a little longer.

When he shows up at the house, I tell him my daughter is with a friend. I get that close to telling him, anyway. But then we’re pulling each other’s clothes off.

And you better believe when he gets to my house and I find myself on my bed with his mouth between my legs, I’m not even thinking about how I ought to tell him!

Chapter Four

This is insanely good.

This is the type of good people don’t believe when you talk about it. Like, you think someone is way over the top talking about their favorite movie or a barbecue place. You discount them before they even give you an opinion because you know they’re always over the top about things.

All I can say is that in this particular case, there’s no BS at all. This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I kind of hiss and moan, “Brian! Yes, Brian!” as his tongue moves slickly and rapidly along my slit, moving the entire length of my pussy as I try to get my mind a little more in control.

Yeah, that doesn’t happen. I don’t know if my mind is ever going to be in control again! It’s almost like I’m discovering ways my pussy is receptive to stimulation that I never understood before. Look, I did a lot of masturbation. I guess being a twenty-two-year-old virgin does that to a girl. I don’t think I masturbate as much now as then but that probably has a lot to do with having so much responsibility and so little downtime.

Why am I talking about masturbation?

Oh yeah. I actually have a pretty damned good reason. I have given myself enough orgasms that I would have thought I understood my body a lot more than I do. It seems strange to me that I’m discovering now just how much I can experience. As his tongue darts between my inner and outer labia or wriggles about between my folds; I find myself overwhelmed in ways I’ve only before been overwhelmed while cumming.

His tongue seems to touch every part of me. Well, except for my clit. It seems like he’s intentionally avoiding there, probably to make me more desperate for it. If that’s his goal, he’s definitely succeeding at it. But it really feels like every part of my pussy is stimulated other than my clit. That really goes to show how transformative this is for me, too, because he’s not even touching my clit but he’s driving me absolutely crazy, nonetheless.

This is just… wow.

Maybe it’s just the inexperience. I mean, I’m pretty damned new at all this. Right now, I’m in the middle of my second sexual activity. Only my second. So maybe I’m just freaking out about how good this feels because it’s such a new experience for me. Maybe if I knew more, this would be something run-of-the-mill where sex is concerned. I can’t imagine this ever being something I can dismiss but you get what I’m trying to say, right?

This is so good!

I’m moaning like a porn star. I mean, before I slept with Brian, I remember reading advice columns and stuff about sex. One of the columns says moaning a lot makes things good for a man. Well, I’m not doing this for effect at all. I’m not doing it to make it better for Dr. Denmark, to encourage him to keep going or to make him feel anything at all. I’m moaning like a nympho because I have no choice in the matter. All of the moans come to me spontaneously and I can’t do anything about it at all.

Not that I’m complaining.

Believe me, if this made me recite the alphabet or something but still felt this good, I wouldn’t be complaining about the ABCs.

It does feel a little strange to have so little control of myself, though. I can’t pretend that doesn’t affect me at all.

And then my orgasm hits.

It’s probably too over-the-top to suggest it just hits me out of nowhere but I can’t think of any other way to put it. It hits, and it hits hard. It hits me and I’m shocked by it. I try to scream his name but all that comes out is a garbled noise that I don’t even recognize.

It seems to let Dr. Denmark know that I’m cumming, though, A moment later, I’m staring at his eyes. I think it just points out my inexperience that as I stare at his eyes, I’m shocked to feel his cock slip into me. I mean, why else would he move up like that, right?

This time, I screamed his name effectively. I scream, “Brian! Yes! Yes!” I throw my arms around him and move my body crazily beneath him. I’m not any more experienced now, of course, but I sure as heck have a richer fantasy life. I watch a lot more porn, too, always trying to find videos that mimic the first time we had together.

I guess I won’t need to watch videos to relive it. I can do it now.

And for the love of all that’s good on this Earth, this is just amazing. It feels even better than I remember but I’m willing to bet that has a lot more to do with emotions than with anything physical. My orgasm lasts for long after his, and I just hold him in place.

And in the evening, we make love again.

And when I wake up, I put my mouth on him and put to use some of the blowjob fantasies.

And we have sex that afternoon, too.

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