I pulled her into me, kissing her deeply. There was a bit of a salty taste, but I didn’t care. What kind of douche won’t kiss his girl after a blowjob like that? Uh… I mean, a girl. A girl. Not my girl.
I pulled her up to me, and then we stood up. My cock had now gone soft, but Jane had this expectant, almost hungry look on her face. I kissed her again, and then slowly ran my hands down her back until they rested above her ass. I then buried my lips on her neck, making her moan, and then slid my hands down under her shorts to cup her ass.
I pulled her body in close to me, then raised my right hand a little and worked it around to the front of her pants – the hand was high enough to not be over her pussy, but low enough to still be under the fabric. I gave her a look, and she whispered, “Go ahead” in my ear.
I undid the button on Jane’s pants, unzipped them, and then pulled them down. She was now standing just in a pair of panties. There was a cartoon pirate on the front that held a sign the read, “Treasure!” with an arrow point down. The effect was aided by the fact that the whole area under the pirate was drenched. I laughed, and once she realized what I was laughing at she did as well.
I sat her down on the couch and spread her legs. I kissed around her inner thighs, and then kissed her pussy through the panties. Jane gave a shiver of pleasure, and I could feel her fingers intertwine through my hair. I slipped my fingers through the top of her panties, and then pulled them down. Her pussy was clean-shaven, and was dripping wet.
I reached out and started gently rubbing her clit, then slid a single finger into her slit. She gasped, and I felt her instinctually pressed closer to my finger. I smiled, and then slid a second finger in. I leaned forward and started licking at her clit, and began rubbing my fingers in small circles on her G-spot.
Slowly I picked up the pace. Jane had started panting, and as I continued to work her tight pussy, she began to knead her breasts. At one point I hit everything at the right angle, and she let out a little shriek. As the pace got faster and faster her panting got faster. Her grip on my hair got tighter, to the point where it actually hurt a bit. I was licking and fingering for dear life, and then Jane started to thrash as an orgasm racked her body.
“Oh, FUCK, Oliver, this feels AMAZING! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—“
At this point her words devolved into a sort of animalistic wail, and I just kept on going. Slowly, very slowly, Jane came down from her orgasm, and collapsed back onto the couch. Her juices were coating my face and my fingers. I licked my fingers clean, and then wiped the juices off my face. I sat next to her on the couch, both completely naked. She seemed dazed, but reacted to me sitting down my cuddling up to me.
“Holy fuck, Oliver, where did you learn to eat pussy like that? That was fucking amazing.”
I smiled a little bit. The truth was, I’d learned through practice, but that’s not something someone generally wants to hear.
“Secrets,” I teased her, tapping her nose. She fake scowled, then laughed. I was semi-hard again, but by this point it was pretty damn late (or early?), and I hadn’t slept well the night before for obvious reasons. We settled down to watch what was left of the movie. We got dressed and cuddled on the couch for a bit, and then exhaustion took over and we both passed out.
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I woke up at about nine in the morning, and had a brief moment of panic before I remembered where I was. Jane was sleeping next to me, and I smiled down at her. She was just as gorgeous in the light of day. I got up and checked my phone, and I had a message from the Mitch. It just said, “You need to get home. Now.”
Confused, I grabbed my stuff, and was about to head out when I realized that I had almost forgotten something immensely important.
Grabbing a piece of paper, I wrote down a note apologizing for being gone the morning after, begging the excuse of an emergency (which seemed to be true given Mitch’s tone… as far as a text can have a tone), and then giving her my number if she ever wanted to go on an actual date with me. I decided it was best to just leave this ball in her court. I could definitely feel myself feeling some sort of emotional connection with this girl, but I didn’t know if she felt the same, or if this was just a one night stand for her.
Heading downstairs (using the stairs, goddammit), I decided not to bus home, but to call a cab. I arrived at my own building a quarter of an hour later, and let myself in. I made my way up to the third floor, and then froze dead in my tracks. I knew now why Mitch had called me back.
Someone had taken a knife and had scratched a message into our wooden door.
“YOU GOT OUR BOY NABBED. YOU’RE DEAD.”
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