He was at full staff now, warm and wet in my mouth. It was almost too big, as it kept hitting the back of my throat every time I plunged down on it. I didn’t really mind, though. His hands reached up to me and ran through my hair.
Oh, God, I was making myself so wet doing this! As that thought hit me, I felt the first squirt hit the back of my throat. I eased off a bit, so that the rest came on my tongue. I wanted to taste it. I guess I like the taste of cum. Amazing.
After I had sucked him dry, and cleaned him off, he groaned. I looked up at him and said, "Good morning."
"Yes it is, isn’t it," he grinned back at me. "That was incredible."
"I know, aren’t I?" I giggled. I crawled up beside him.
"Give me a minute to breathe and I’ll repay the favor."
"Repay?"
"Just wait." He leaned over to kiss me, but, before he did, I warned him-by sticking my tongue out at him. It still had cum on it. He looked at me in shock, I pulled my tongue back in my mouth and went, "Mmmmmmmmmm!" He just grinned at me.
"Now can I kiss you," he asked?
"Please," I said, so he did. "Oh, what a night!" I said after he broke the kiss.
"Are you sore?" he asked.
"Well, actually, yes," I giggled. "That why I was kind of hesitant when you said you were going to repay me."
"Oh, not like that," he grinned. Then he started climbing down the bed, and deposited his face between my legs. I felt the first lick right up my labia and I shuddered.
"OH!" I cried, as he started licking me up and down. Then he pushed his tongue into my cunny. His whole face was in my pussy. His nose nudge up against my clit as he stuck his tongue into me. Then he brought his tongue all the way up my pussy and flicked my clit. "AYEEEE!" I let out. He kept doing it, up and down with his tongue, flicking my clit on every upstroke. I was in orbit.
Then he zeroed right in on my clit, snaking his tongue around it. I screamed, I know I did, and grabbed his hair with my hands as I humped my pussy into his face. I climaxed that way, pushing my clit into his tongue.
I fell back, completely spent, and he withdrew from between my legs. Then he climbed up next to me, grinning.
"Oh, God, where’d you learn to do that?"
"Amanda," he grinned.
"Excuse me?" I asked, wide-eyed.
"No, I’ve never done it before," he laughed, "not with Amanda or anyone else. It’s just that Amanda, though I love her, likes to tease. Especially back before this week, when I’d get all tongue-tied around her. She used to take great delight in telling me all the things Jared would do to her. Just to watch me stutter and blush." I giggled. "But one thing I remembered is that she always used to like that particular bit a lot."
"Now I know why," I giggled. "Thank you Amanda."
Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Missy, are you all right?" It was Dad. Oops.
"I’m fine," I said.
"I thought I heard you scream."
"You did," I said.
"What’s the matter?"
"Nothing is the matter," I said. I grinned mischievously at David. "Jeez, Dad, you’ve been with enough women, I would think you’d know what an orgasm sounds like!"
There was a moment of silence. "Melissa," he finally said, "is there someone in there with you?"
"Yes," I said. "Now go away, because I don’t think he’s quite done yet!"
There was a moment’s silence, then I heard the footsteps going down the hall.
Poor David. "Oh Jesus. I’m dead. You’re dead. We’re dead," he moaned.
"No, we are not," I giggled. "He can’t say a fucking word about this, not with all the affairs he’s had. Look, I was kidding about you not being done yet. Let’s get dressed and go rustle up some breakfast."
"OK, if you say so," he said. "Missy?" I looked at him. He took a deep breath. "I love you."
"You do?" I squeaked.
"Yeah," he smiled.
"Oh, God," I said, my heart racing. Somebody loves me. How the fuck did that happen? However it happened, I wasn’t giving it back. Well, I was giving it back. "I love you, too," I whispered.
"Good," he grinned. "I’d hate to be the only one."
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO DAVIDYes, of course I knew she needed to hear it. But I needed to say it, too. And I found out I liked hearing it quite a lot myself.
We got dressed then. I put on my clothes from yesterday, of course, since that’s all I had with me. But she put on her clothes from yesterday, too. The new ones.
"Decided you like that outfit, huh?" I teased.
"Well, yeah, OK, I admit it."
"We need to get you back to Veychold’s." She just looked at me. "For more."
"Nah," she said. "OK, well, maybe a couple more," she giggled. "But I am buying them. I’m the one with the rich parents that I don’t mind squeezing dry. Anyhow, let’s go find some food."
I followed her downstairs and she led me into the kitchen. "What do you want?" she asked.
"I don’t know. What have you got?"
"We have everything," she giggled. "The refrigerator stays stocked around here."
"Eggs, I take it. Bacon?" She nodded. "How about mushrooms and cheese?" She nodded again. "Good, that sounds like omelet fixings."
"Oooh, that sounds good, but it needs onion, too." She started gathering up the stuff. She found a fry pan, I took it, and opened the bacon. While I started frying it, she grabbed a cutting board, and the onion.
I heard-well, felt is probably closer-the kitchen door open. I knew that one or both of her parents were standing there. Our backs were to them. I shot her a look, and she shot me one back. I was going to follow her lead on this.
"Hey, honey," she said, "the knives are in that drawer right by your hip. Can you grab me a good one for onion chopping?" I did so, and handed it to her. As I turned, I saw them out of the corner of my eye. Both parents, standing there watching us.
I had the bacon in the pan. "It’s a good thing you didn’t try that when you were in The Program. Bacon grease splattered over a nude body. Ouch."
"Good point," I laughed.
Just then, her mother decided to speak up. "Hello, Melissa," she said.
Missy turned to them briefly, smiling. "Hi," she said cheerfully. She pointed to me. "That’s David. He’s my boyfriend now, so get used to him," she giggled.
"That outfit is new, isn’t it?" her mother asked. She nodded. "Where did you get it?"
"Veychold’s," she said. "Dave’s Mom works there. He bought it for me."
"First time I ever had someone to use Mom’s employee discount on," I said. She laughed at that.
"It’s kind of revealing, isn’t it?" her Dad said.
"That’s the point," Missy giggled. "That’s also why I’m letting him fry the bacon."
"Letting me? I thought I volunteered."
"You did, but it’s the same thing." She sniffled. "Damn, I should’ve let you chop the onion instead."
"Now, now," I said, waving my spatula at her, "no crying on the new clothes."
"Too late. I’m done, anyhow." She scooped the onion from the cutting board into a bowl. She added the mushrooms and cheese. "How’s that bacon coming?" she asked, walking over to me.
"It’s coming. You can’t rush bacon."
"Yeah, yeah." Just then she grimaced.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Well, you know, I’m sore. Really sore. I’m going to be walking funny all day," she giggled. Jesus, her parents were still in the room! "If I move wrong, I feel it." She looked at me. "And don’t you dare apologize, I asked for it, didn’t I?" This was really awkward. Her parents still weren’t saying anything. She was, more or less, ignoring their presence-unless they said something.