Page 2 of Quintessentially

Her fingers splay over my chest. When her eyes meet mine, she grins. “I remember when you were skinny and scrawny.”

Between working summers on Mr. Gordon’s farm and football back in Chicago, I’m no longer the skinny boy who used to visit. Hauling bales of hay has a way of bulking a person up. It’s a better workout than summer football training. It took one year of farm work for my high school coach to approve my missing summer practice.

Now that I’m about to be a sophomore at Indiana University, I no longer play football. That doesn’t mean I don’t work out during the school year. I do.

I’m not the only one who has changed over the years.

I lean down and suck one of Kandace’s nipples and then the other. Her back arches and her tanned flesh covers in goose bumps. “And I remember when you didn’t have this rack.” Or the soft curves.

“It’s hardly a rack.” Her fingers weave through my hair as she pulls me toward her, and I continue my teasing of her breasts.

“They’re perfect.”

Sitting back, my gaze meets hers. She doesn’t say a word as I unsnap the front button on her shorts and tug on the zipper. With each movement, my heart thumps harder, the circulation echoing in my ears drowning out the night sounds of crickets and frogs. Even in the dark shadows I can tell that she isn’t wearing panties under her shorts.

“I want to taste you.”

She tugs on her lower lip. “I’ve never.”

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

Under the shimmer of the sky, she nods. “I trust you.”

Her pussy glistens in the moonlight. I’d like to say that I’m well experienced in the sex department, but if I did, I’d be lying. At nineteen, this is my first time to go down on a girl. I heard stories. As Kandace spreads her legs for me, offering me this gift, I grow painfully hard beneath my jeans.

I’m immediately addicted to her scent, sweet like her name. My first lick is as if I’m about to taste a new flavor of lollipop or popsicle.

Fuck.

If I could buy this, the stores would constantly be sold out.

Not only does Kandace taste sweet, with just one lick, her legs tense and her hips buck. The second and third are even better.

It’s as I swirl her clit that Kandace yells out. “Stop.”

My entire body freezes, wondering what I did wrong. I’d told her I would stop if she asked. Keeping my word has never been so difficult. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I’m going to…come.”

A smile spreads over my face. “That’s the point.”

She leans up on her elbows. “I know, but…are you sure?”

“Am I sure that I want to be the first one to make you come with my mouth? Yes.”

“Okay,” she says in a whisper as she lays back her head.

Adding my fingers to the mix, I lick and nip until her pussy pulsates, and I drink her essence.

Crawling over her, I kiss her lips to show her how good she tastes.

When her blue stare meets mine her cheeks are flush as she smiles. “That was…amazing.”

I lie back on the hay and stare up at the ceiling, afraid that if I move I might too come. Soon, Kandace is over me, her nude body draped over my leg and torso.

“Do you think Mr. Gordon knows that people use his barn…for this?”

“I doubt he knows.”

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