The kiss after Tammy sucked me off surprised both of us, but it felt so good the way the slippery residue of cum made our lips glide together. When we paused to catch our breath, her eyes stayed locked on mine, full of curiosity and intrigue. She saw me eyeing the sticky film on her upper lip and started to lick it off. I kissed her again, letting our lips slide and my tongue dance on hers before she pulled away and stared at me breathlessly.
"I don't know if we should kiss either. Kissing can be more intimate than fucking."
"Yeah, but I like to kiss. And you taste so irresistibly, especially right now."
"You're as naughty as I am."
Naughty. The sound of that gave me a twinge. "Naughty, nasty. Sometimes it's good to be a little bad. If you're having fun and no one's getting hurt."
"That's what I keep telling myself. Might as well, I really can't help myself. I really like everything about sex."
"It's OK, just keep it playful, we won't let it get complicated. Make it a secret refuge for fun."
"Naughty fun."
She seemed to like the sound of the word. She giggled when she said it.
"However you like it."
"You like to taste your cum on me?"
"You like to taste yourself on me after I lick up down there?"
She stared at me a moment, then smile again. "Yeah. But most guys don't like it the other way. They won't kiss you afterwards."
"No kiss of thanks for a blowjob well done?" Her eyes were sparkling. I could smell the scent of my cum on her.
"They want you to taste it. But they don't want to taste it."
"I don't mind it. I like all the smell and taste of sex. Sometimes I taste myself when I'm. . ." I stopped, surprised how easily I was revealing my secrets now. "I'd rather taste it on you. Mixed with the taste of you."
"You do kiss good," she said, and pressed her lips against mine again for emphasis. I held the kiss, savored it, then nipped her lower lip lightly with my teeth. Her eyes brightened. She ran the tip of her tongue slowly across my upper lip, closed her eyes and sucked my lower lip between hers. My cum was gone, except for a slippery spot on her chest, but the aftertaste lingered.
I asked who else she liked to kiss. She said a lot of guys just wanted to shove their tongues down your throat. She preferred to kiss her friend Lainy. Those soft full lips.
"Her boyfriend's pretty good, too."
She caught herself. So we were back to them again. I wasn't going to let her off the hook.
"So you've kissed him, too."
She blushed and buried her face in my chest. I knew the answer. She'd already let it slip that she'd lost her virginity to Jake. Maybe she'd forgotten, I think she was high at the time. It took some coaxing to get the whole story out.