Looking back, I have had many good birthdays. A few of them have been great birthdays. As a member of the male sex, I recall each of these more exceptional days with crystal clear clarity. There is one birthday that by far out shines the rest. I will always see it as one the reasons people should believe in Carpe Diem. And it all has to do with a girl named Heather.
I had not seen Heather in over three years when I bumped into her at the movies. The last time was right before she broke up with a friend of mine. She was the same bright-eyed girl I remembered. But importantly, she still had a terribly infectious laugh. We were soon laughing at how both us had left rather uninspiring relationships. Heather had become bored with her boyfriend, and that was what prompted her to leave. I believe her specific words were "I look at him and I don't get wet anymore." Her friends joined mine and we sat down to enjoy the movie. All throughout the movie, Heather and I kept sneaking glances at one another. After the movie, all of us went out to dinner and then ended up back at the apartment of one of my friends. The night passed quickly, and Heather asked if I could drive her home. Her friends lived in the opposite direction from the apartment than her, and she didn't want to inconvenience them at 1:00 in the morning. The 20 minute drive passed quickly, and I was reluctant to let the evening end. She made the decision for me.
"Remember when I told you that 'I look at him and I don't get wet anymore.'?" Heather asked.
I smiled and said "You don't really forget a statement like that."
"Well I've been wet since we left the movie theater. Take me back to your place."
I made the 20 minutes drive to my place in less than eight minutes.
When we got into my bedroom, I don't ever recall kissing someone so hard in all my life. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and I know I literally ripped her panties off. Heather was a natural blonde, which was something new to me. Having dated brunettes all my life, the surprise of seeing how light her bush was just did something to me. I threw her on my bed and just dived between her legs. My arms wrapped around her legs and I buried my tongue in her dripping pussy. In all my life, I don't ever recall any woman cumming so quickly. She managed to bury her head in a pillow, but I could still hear her screams and moans. There was something that just made me want more. My hands went right up her stomach and cupped her breasts. Her nipples slipped between my fingers, and I pinched them while squeezing her breasts. At nearly the same time, I sucked her clit into my mouth ... hard. She went berserk. Fortunately for me, I lived alone because her scream would have woken any roommate up. As it stands, I know she woke up some of my neighbors because of the stares we got the next morning.
Almost overnight, we had been dating for about a month and my birthday was the next day. Although our hands and mouths wandered all over one another, but there was no ... penetration so to say. Then again, any man who would complain about getting head from Heather would find himself being laughed at by every man in sight. Heather had many fine qualities ... and features. At 25, she was surprisingly easy to talk to, fun, and very playful. Furthermore, she was beyond the typical mentality of most women her age. She could tell you something was bothering her without bitching or whining. She never made a scene in front of others. When she was horny, she did not play around; she came right out and told you. And these weren't even her sexual qualities. She loved sex, and this is where her other features were considerable. In addition to being a natural blonde, Heather was haired blue-eyed girl who stood a towering 4'11" tall and weighed about 95 pounds dripping wet and naked. She was rather thin everywhere except her chest. She wore a 32D bra. Yes, a 32D. In public, she was very conscientious about her chest. I recall seeing her running for the first time. She crossed her arms over her chest because if she hated having men just stare at her. Past that, I positively loved the fact that every single time my fingers made their way into her panties, she was always dripping wet. To top it off, her skin was incredibly soft. Her whole body was unbelievably smooth. As if that wasn't enough, she had full lips and a tongue so soft and wet that words cannot describe it. And every time she went down on me, she loved to look up into my eyes. They always seemed a little brighter. So yes, I know of no man who would complain about getting blow jobs from this little minx.
It was my birthday, and regrettably I could not get the day off work. As if to add insult to injury, it was one of those sweet times when my birthday happened to be on a Friday. An impromptu three day weekend filled with the many oral delights Heather and I could share in that time would have made my year. As usual, the Sales meeting was long and boring. I returned to my desk to find the phone ringing.
"Engineering, this is Justin," I said as I answered my phone.
"Hello handsome. Happy Birthday. Are you enjoying your day?"
"Mostly. Yes, because you have forever defined what a birthday BJ will mean. No, because I have to deal with the Sales Department instead of spending the entire day with you. It was a lot of fun to see the Sales guys pissed off because I was smiling throughout the entire meeting."
"Well good. You should know that I was awake for nearly an hour waiting for you to have morning wood. I have never been that excited about waking someone up on their birthday. And hopefully, what I have to say will hopefully plaster that smile on your face for the rest of the day. We have been dating for a month, and although we played around quite a bit we haven't fucked yet."
"Such language young lady. If it was your birthday, you would be getting an additional spanking for such ..."
"Justin ..."
"Yes Heather ..."
"Shut up and let me finish."
"Okay, lay it on me."
"As I was saying, we haven't fucked yet and I know you have wanted to. Yet, you have never pushed me. At all, and I really appreciate that. You're the only guy I have dated who has ever treated me that way, allowing me to approach the sexual side of our dating at my own pace. Two weeks ago, when I said I wanted us to get tested, you didn't even blink. When we got the clean bill of health back, you didn't push then either. And I have really liked that. This will sound odd, but the one thing I enjoy most is when you are looking at me while I am nude. Most guys just see my tits, but you look at me as if you were looking at a priceless treasure."
It's true, Heather was delight to look at whether she was clothed or nude. She just exuded sexuality. Especially when we were alone. She wasn't full of herself. She was just confident. I also had the feeling she felt comfortable with me as well. Clothed or otherwise, seeing her always made me smile ear to ear.
"I have never really thought about until just a few days ago, but I actually look for reasons to strip down. I love it when you look at me. The way you smile when you see me just makes me melt. And I have wanted to do something for you. Something huge. And your birthday has given me the perfect opportunity. I have been waiting all week for today. I almost told you this morning, but I liked the thought of calling you at work and tell you this while you are there. I am ready. Ready for you to fuck me. This weekend, you get me ... all of me. Specifically, your present is this: I want you to send me an email with any five desires you would like to fulfill with me. Yes, sexual desires. And I want to walk funny on Monday, so come up with some good ones for your five wishes. And outside of the limits ..."
Her limits were simple: no anal sex, no toilet sex, and no one else except us two. These were limits I could definitely live with.
"... everything else outside the limits is fair game. Everything."
She seemed to emphasize that last part. With that emphasis, my mind went into overdrive.
"There is however one condition. You have to let me decide how and when during the night that I will fulfill each of your five ideas. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes it is. And Heather ..."
"Yes, Justin?"
