“Actually yeah,” Carrie said. Then she licked her lips one more time before leaning forward to kiss me again. This time, I leaned forward and actually managed to make my hands reach out to gently hold her hips while we kissed. “Not afraid to taste your cum in my mouth?” Carrie asked, pulling away momentarily.
“Honestly?” I replied. “I didn’t even think about it. And I’d kiss you if you’d been eating raw garlic for an hour first.” I cut off her laugh with another kiss.
I was surging with a feeling of confidence I had never experienced before. It warred with the sheer terror I still felt at the dizzying heights I had risen to, unlooked-for. Before I could stop myself, I stood up on the grass. Still kissing Carrie, I steered her around so that she was leaning agains the car instead of me. I felt my hands tugging and bunching the tight fabric of her dress at her hips. I broke the kiss.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” I breathed. “Can I…” I asked hesitantly, not believing I was trying this. I sank in turn to my knees on the grass. “Can I, um, you know, return the gesture?” I asked, looking up at her.
Carrie’s eyes were wide. “You want to… you are offering to… eat me?” she gasped.
What I was actually doing, was being terrified. I had no fucking idea what I was supposed to do. But I nodded and waited.
She just nodded almost frantically. “Please. I’m so horny right now. Please!”
I gently tugged up her dress. It slid above her hips to her waist and I beheld a delicate pair of lacy panties in a red that matched her dress. I found myself leaning in toward them involuntarily and I caught a whiff of the most amazing aroma. Somehow keeping her dress pushed up, I slid my thumbs down to the waistband of those delicate underthings and pressed downward. Carrie wriggled her hips to help and then held up the hem of her dress while I slid the panties down to her ankles. She reached out for them, and I handed them to her. Carrie braced her hands on the hood of the car and pushed herself up to sit on the edge, one hand still tightly clutching her bunched up underwear.
Her dress had settled back right over her pussy, and I looked beneath it. She had a delicately trimmed little bush that let me know what I had always believed, that she was a natural blonde. Between her legs was a delicate cleft, covered in a dusting of downy yellow curls–curls that were damp.
I didn’t know what to do.
I mean, I knew the bold outlines, of course. I had watched those two pornos after all. And guys do talk, even if among my male friends it was mostly just speculation, not experience. And I especially knew I really wanted to do this. But I was super terrified of doing it wrong and displeasing Carrie. I was being offered an apex life experience here, but the only thing I thought that could be worse than missing that opportunity, would be to fuck it up.
So I delayed. I leaned in swiftly. How could I not? But I dithered about getting started. I delayed by kissing along her inner thighs. I’d kiss or lick intently, then back off to make sure it was well received, just letting my lips stroke her incredible skin while I judged reactions. I’d kiss closer, then lose my nerve and run my mouth around to the other side, trying to get up the nerve to go those last few inches and actually taste what smelled so God-damned good.
My constant care to gauge Carrie’s reactions made me soon aware that I was probably doing something right, at least. Her breath caught whenever I got close, but was she excited, or steeling herself for my ham-fisted approach?
Carrie ran her fingers over the hair atop my head, then suddenly grabbed a handful tightly. “Al,” she started to say with a moan, “quit teasing me! You are killing me,” she finished with a growl that trailed off. “Are you backing out?” Carrie asked and I saw what looked like worry in her eyes.
I lifted my head shook it hard. “Oh no,” I gasped. “No way!” She smiled almost feverishly, and she tugged me forward and down by the hank of hair she held, and none too gently either. Her guidance was on target and my lips promptly bumped into her slit. I took a deep breath, and drew my tongue slowly up the length of those gates to glory. Carrie practically purred, and her grip on my hair softened, though she did not release my head.
I licked again. And again. With each stroke, I tasted more of her, and I felt her nether lips begin to part for my tongue. The next pass, I pressed my tongue deeper, and her taste and aroma started to overwhelm me. My cock, so recently drained, was already hard again.
As I plowed her furrow with my tongue, I felt it run over a swollen bump within. Carrie gasped and her hips bucked.
Noted.
Columbus had discovered the clitoris, folks. Now what the fuck was I supposed to do with it?
Concentrating on it seemed a good start. I flicked the tip of my tongue over it again, and Carrie gasped. Good. I let my tongue burrow a trace deeper, so I could run it around her clit, exploring that firm little bump. She really seemed to like this, just like she was supposed to, I guess. She really was moaning now, writhing with her back to the car, thrusting her hips forward to make it easier for me to reach her.
But it was still hard for me to reach that bud like I wanted to. The angle of my head was okay, but the spot was not right out in the open, after all. I wanted to use my fingers to spread her open a little for better access, but was that a good idea? Everything down there felt super delicate and sensitive. Maybe fingers would feel… invasive.
I dragged my fingers up her inner thigh, then raised my head slightly. I could feel her wetness smeared on my face. “Carrie,” I asked hesitantly, not wanting to reveal my ignorance. “Is it okay if I use my fingers to…” I trailed off, not sure if I was about to gross her out, and not really sure what I needed to do, anyway.
Her eyes widened as she looked down at me. “Al,” she started to say, then hesitated. She chuckled then and went on. “Al, what I want you to use is your cock.”
As much as things had already escalated, I was not prepared for that offer. Carrie wanted me to fuck her. Carrie Fucking Croenke. I hesitated a beat as I looked up at her with wide eyes of my own. Was I about to lose my virginity? Was I ready for that? Was this the best time to… Like a record scratching in my head, my doubts disappeared. Unless I was planning on Gal Gadot showing up in my dorm room next month, there could be no better person to lose my virginity with than this!
I gulped and asked, “Really?”
Carrie nodded fervently. “God, you have me so hot, Al. Please.” Carrie was saying please… to me?
I started to rise to my feet eagerly, but paused halfway upright. I rose the rest of the way with what I knew was a stricken look on my face. “Carrie, I don’t have any condoms on me,” I said. I had never touched a condom in my life, but I was committed to my bluff of having done, well, any of this before, and I was not giving up now.
Even if I was about to be denied for want of nine inches of latex.