This story is Part II of my story, Back to School Night. Be sure to read Part I first!
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In the candle light, Marissa's long lean body looked so smooth, so inviting.
I began by trailing the fingers of my left hand over as much of it as I could touch from where I lay. First I stroked her neck, then her ears, her shoulders, and then slowly circled each breast, working my way ever inward until my fingers trailed over her nipples.
Before moving on, I twisted each one just a bit as I'd seen her do earlier, just to let her know I'd been paying attention. Finally, I began to work my fingers down toward he crotch, over her belly button and into her bush, or what bush she had.
Another surprise awaited me there, because she had shaved all but a tiny patch above her lips. I was fascinated by the almost baldness of her pussy and kept stroking up one side of her little tuft of hair and then down the other, just barely brushing her outer lips the bottom of each stroke.
"I see you like that look," she rumbled next to me, almost breathless now. "I like to keep it closely trimmed."
"I do like the feel of closely trimmed," I sighed into her ear.
Taking her left knee in my hand, I lifted it over onto my thighs, opening her up to my perusal. My fingers resumed their leisurely stroll over her body, now working back and forth on her inner thighs, again just barely brushing her outer lips as I passed them by. Each time I touched her there, a small moan would slip from her mouth.
Putting my hand to my mouth, I wet my fingers let my saliva drip down onto the top of her lips, moistening just the outer surface. This earned me a bigger moan. I then began a careful strumming of my fingers on those first lips, careful not to penetrate more than the barest fraction of the way into her. At this, Marissa raised her hips just a bit, trying to force me into her.
"No dear, sorry. I set the pace, just as you did earlier," I instructed.
"Okay, okay, Tom. It just feels so good, I want more," she moaned.
"Oh, you'll get more Marissa, don't you worry," I replied.
Satisfied that she was ready, I began to probe for her clit with my middle finger. It wasn't hard to find, already standing at attention, looking for me. Rather than strumming on it as I had done with her outer lips, I tapped on it, ever so lightly. Just the barest tapping. After each fourth or fifth tap, I'd press down on it and rub for a few strokes, then resume my tapping. Given the sounds that were coming from her throat, the tapping was having the desired effect.
"Twist your nipples for me some more Marissa. I want to watch you so I now just exactly what feels good," I whispered.
"Okay babe, watch this then," she said. While my finger continued to work on her clit, she took each nipple between a thumb and index finger and began twisting it out away from her body. I was amazed at how far she stretched her small tits up from her chest. It was as if she was trying to make her nipples into miniature cocks. It was mesmerizing to watch, both because I'd never been with a woman with breasts as small as hers, but also because I'd never seen a woman treat her nipples that way.
"Nice Marissa, very nice," I said. "Keep it up while I change positions here."
"I thought you were never going to get the message that I wanted your face in my pussy Tom," she said, laughing now.
"Oh, I got the message a while back," I said, "I was just enjoying myself too much to be in a hurry."
"Fine," she moaned. "Whatever. Will you hurry a bit now?"
"Lift your legs for me Marissa," I replied, "Show me your pussy." With that, I squirmed down to the foot of the bed as she reached under each knee and lifted it to her chest, exposing herself fully, showing me everything.
God it was beautiful. Her outer lips were pouting now, fully engorged and purplish. Her clit was just visible, inviting me down.
"Wonderful, wonderful," was my attempt at a smooth response to what I was looking at.
I lowered my mouth to her pussy and began to tickle the outer lips with the tip of my tongue. As I did, she rolled further backward, pressing her knees more firmly to her chest and opening herself even wider.
As I pressed my face down on her, I used the index finger of my right hand to begin to stroke back and forth across the very base of her opening, just above the perineum, where the juices were beginning to leak downward toward her ass. This got me a very strong moan, but not nearly as strong as the one that escaped her when my tongue found her clit at last.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she called out, louder now. "Tom, that is so good. Fuck me. Yes."
Okay, I could tell this was going well. One part of me was given over to the passion of the moment, but the other was concentrating on doing a good job this first time with another woman in 20 years.
I was concentrating hard on going slow, my tongue pressing down hard on her clit, rubbing it, then backing off and flicking rapidly five or six times, before pressing down hard and rubbing. I'd moved up to two fingers rubbing across the bottom of her opening now and was trying to rub there in time with my tongue. I could tell she wanted me to slip them into her, but I wasn't ready to do that just yet.
"Fuck. Fuck! So good, so good," was all she could think of to say.
