Chapter 3
Barry's first lesson in gratifying RoseAnn.
The next morning, RoseAnn called in to take a vacation day and taught my first lesson in cunnilingus. After bagels and coffee, she lured me back to the bedroom, where we hugged and kissed, standing naked beside her bed. But instead of getting into bed, she led me to an overstuffed armchair and seated herself upright, holding my hand. I stood puzzled in front of her until she tugged at my wrist and I understood. I kneeled before her on the carpet.
Seated on the edge of the chair, she smiled and thrust her chest at me to make it absolutely clear what she wanted. Her nipples were puckered, and erect, and impossible to resist. I leaned forward and touched the tip of my tongue to the skin above a nipple. Her quick inhalation gave me all the courage I needed. I licked at the nipple as she pulled my head to her chest and gasped into my hair. The nipple swelled even more against my tongue. After a moment, she roughly pushed my head to the other breast, and I licked that, too, leaving fingers behind to gently squeeze and pinch the first nipple.
"Ooh, you sure know how to make me feel good, Barry. Suck harder. Please suck harder."
I was already sucking hard at her nipple, and I was afraid of hurting her, but she pulled at my head even harder, and whimpered into my hair.
I pulled back. "I'm hurting you."
"Yes, but it excites me, too. Keep it up. Ah!" She made a little cry as I sucked as hard as I could. I moved back to the first nipple, and sucked hard. She whimpered again, arching her back to push her breast even farther into my mouth. Her body was tensing, as if she were close to orgasm. I moved back and forth, servicing one nipple, then the other, loving the little cries she made.
She bent again so her lips touched my scalp, and whispered, "I've done my best to fulfill your fantasy, Barry. But I have fantasies, too. Will you help with mine?" Unable to speak with a mouth full of breast, and unwilling to stop, I nodded. What were her fantasies, other than what we were doing right now?
Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper. "Have you ever gone down on a girl?" Her breath burned against my scalp.
I shook my head no, and then realized that this was an invitation, one that I'd dreamed about since she'd flashed the black curl in the pool at the Dells. Less than a day in California, and my wildest, most secret fantasies were coming true, all at once.
I drew back for a moment to speak. "But I've thought about it," I said. Goosebumps rose on my arms. Was this really going to happen?
"Oh? So you've thought about it? Who with?"
It was now or never. "With you," I whispered. I heard a note of desperation in my voice.
"Ooh, that's nice to hear. Would ...would you go down on me now?" I could barely hear her for the blood pounding in my ears.
I backed away so my gaze fixed on the dense black bush between her legs. "You'll have to teach me."
"It comes naturally. Just lick, slow like the rhythm of breathing. It's that simple. Once you start, you'll know what to do."
My insides were in turmoil as she spread her thighs wide, hooking her knees on the arms of the chair. How often had I dreamed about this, lying alone in my bed? She hooked a wrist behind my neck and gently drew my face to within inches of her pussy. Moist red lips pouted within the nest of dark curls.
Though she tugged gently at my neck, it was her rich, animal scent that lured me closer. My heart thudded in my chest as her potent female chemistry blew the cobwebs from my brain. I had never wanted anything more in my life.
She brushed the hair aside with her free hand and used two fingers to spread her labia like the petals of a rose. The clitoris, like a tiny fingertip, beckoned.
"Do you see this? It's very sensitive, and if you lick it first, I'll climax too soon." She pointed her third finger toward her gaping vagina and its delicate lips. "Lick here, lower down, until I tell you to move up."
I was transfixed by the beauty of her pussy, but she must have thought I was hesitating, and said, "You know what a douche is? I used it to wash your semen out of my pussy. I'll be clean and nice for you."
Shaking with lust and nervousness, I leaned until my lips brushed her hair, and reached with my tongue. But at the first taste of her honey, the first sigh of pleasure, the first enthusiastic heave of her hips, my hesitation vanished. I pressed in close and burrowed like an animal. I opened my mouth wide against her flesh, and pushed my tongue into her, greedily harvesting her sweet fluid. My mind whirled with the wonder of the female body, its taste, its entrancing aromas, the hypnotic undulations of belly and thighs, the gasps and whimpers of pleasure.
As I frantically licked, I wanted desperately to feel her come, but she held my head down, away from the precious bud. It was a few minutes before she said, "My clit! Lick it now!" She pulled her hand away so I could do what I wanted most. When she came, seconds later, it was like riding a wild pony, an explosion of the senses, of rich taste and loud moans, of striving to stay with her through the violence. As her frenzy faded and her body relaxed, I grew conscious of an ache in my balls. Yet all I wanted was to kneel between her thighs with my lips resting in her pubic hair.
"I was afraid this would never happen," she whispered, stroking my hair with her fingers. She lowered her feet to the floor and squeezed my head with her thighs, and stroked my ears with her fingertips.
