It was one of my first nights in Love City and I still had no place to stay. I knew Q from my previous life and I heard that she had been living here for several years. She agreed to put me up.
In the evening we chatted on her couch about music and book, drinking wine. The conversation got a bit boring, so I decided to change the subject. The first kiss startled Q, but she didn't move away. I slid my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue was quick to respond. Soon they were both dancing wildly to the same tune. I slowly placed my palm on the back of her neck, as if the hand was too shy to share the passion of the lips. Q's eyes were closed and her hands were buried deep in the fabric of the couch.
"I love the way you kiss, but we can't have sex today... Not yet," she said after we paused to catch her breath. We returned to the conversation about books and music, but now there was some tension just below the surface of her voice and she did her best to hide it. One more glass of wine. Suddenly, Q stood up without a word, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. She didn't turn on the light, so for a few seconds I saw only her dark silhouette against the colorful neon lights of Love City flickering outside the window. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, she had just removed the panties and stood there naked. Unfortunately, I didn't get to watch her undress. She climbed gracefully into the bed and said "Buon giorno, my dear."
I undressed clumsily and joined her in the bed. For a minute I knelt between her legs spread invitingly, admiring her marvelous curves in the flashing neon light flooding through the window. I leaned towards her face, kissed her lips, and placed my hand on her groin rubbing it gently. I kissed Q's neck and moved downwards to caress her breasts. My lips found the hard nipples swollen in arousal and started sucking them. She moaned with elation, but her arms around my shoulders were motionless and dead. I continued downwards, until I reached her groin and started licking her wet, warm, fragrant clitoris.
"Alright," she gasped. "I will let you in, but you have to use a condom. I don't want you to stay inside after we're done." I reached for my pants, took a condom from the pocket, and put it on. I started rubbing my erect penis against her clit to see if Q was already moist and open enough.
