Seriously, her tit absolutely overwhelmed my grasp, and I have big hands these days. They weren’t cartoonishly big boobs, but if Mary or Maddie went to my school, they would be the overwhelming size champions, I was sure. And those mounds were firm. And supple. And whatever bra she had on under her shirt was not very substantial.
Mary leaned back a little more to let my hand really explore her mounds and I leaned back a bit as well, sloping my other hand up to address her other side. My breathing was shallow and I got a little fixated.
I suddenly started at a thought. “Where is Maddie tonight?” I asked, concerned.
Mary just shrugged. “Not sure right now. Up to no good, probably. Don’t worry about her.”
I didn’t even notice when she slowly let her arms slide free from around my neck. I didn’t notice until I was suddenly, acutely aware of a hand firmly grabbing my bulge through my khakis! Mary ran her grasp up and down my length, I heard her murmur, “Shit, this might really be that big…”
That sunk in. “Hey!” I almost shouted. “What… How… What did Carrie actually tell you?” I demanded. Please understand, I did not shy away from her grip, and my hands never slowed in their exploratory massage of her tits, but I was a little taken aback. Carrie told? Did she tell everything?
Mary just laughed. “When she gave me your number, she told me you were sweet, and considerate, and would probably be fun at the beach.”
I stared at her, suddenly becoming extremely optimistic.
“And she told me that I should get to know you,” Mary added.
My God. Had I been matter-of-factly handed off to Mary by Carrie, like some piece of… meat?
Because if that was true… it was fucking awesome. God, her tits felt so good…
I leaned back in to kiss her again, hungrily but quickly. “Whatever you want. Just ask,” I said huskily, then realized how arrogant that sounded.
Mary pecked my lips in turn and laughed at me. “Thank you. You can ask too, you know.”
“Oh man,” I gasped. I almost had to tear a hand off one of her tits so I could caress her bare leg just below the hem of her skirt, letting my thumb drift down to caress the inside of her thigh. “You first on the request line,” I growled, trying to be playful. The truth was, I was still crazy scared to actually initiate anything, lest I find that I had misheard or something.
I was a mess, in retrospect. Half my brain was this raving sexual egomaniac, hoping (hell, demanding) all sorts of sexual conquest, believing I could do anything, and the other half was cringing back, screaming, ‘Who the fuck do you think you are, Al?!?’
Mary just slid her hand on top of mine where it caressed her leg, clasped it, and pushed it up under her skirt, almost to her crotch. I could feel the warmth! “I… uh, I hear that you are really good at, um,” Mary actually licked her lips. “Would you…?” she asked. I realized what she was asking for, of course. And I realized that she was almost as insecure as part of me was about all this. Like she was worried that she asking too much, or something?
In answer, I just slid off of the couch and knelt down between her knees. I looked up at her and grasped the top of both thighs in my hands. I cocked my eyebrows for one final permission. Mary just nodded her head almost desperately. “Oh wow, you’re going to already,” she murmured, as if in amazement.
“Hell yes,” I chuckled. “This is amazing.” She just gasped in surprise, then chuckled.
I pushed up the hem of her skirt until I could see her crotch.
Mary might have been uncertain about my willingness to eat her, but she was uncertain about not much else. If she had ever worn any panties that night, she had ditched them when she went to get the beers. I saw now why she had been comfortable wearing so narrow-crotched of a swimsuit. She was completely bare down there. I could see and appreciate every crease and fold.
I could not wait to bury my face in between her legs. She sighed and relaxed as I leaned in and inhaled. She smelt totally different than I had previously experienced, in my vast data set of one other girl. She smelt duskier.
I massaged her legs as I leaned forward more and dragged my tongue up the slick, smooth expanse of her slit. Her relaxation disappeared immediately and her body tensed and quivered at my lick. I repeated myself. This really was amazing. Impatient, now that I sort of knew what I was doing, I pressed my tongue deeper into her almost immediately. She tasted salty, but still fresh and delicious. As I plowed my way upward, my tongue encountered her clit. Just like cocks apparently did, it seemed clits came in different sizes too. Mary’s was impressively hard and impossible to miss when my tongue bumped over it. It was also impossible to miss Mary’s reaction to my contact with it. Her hips rocked back and forth with each slightest touch from my tongue and she groaned, at one point actually calling out loudly, “Damn! This is really good!” It was practically an announcement.
This is what is called an ‘ego boost’, kids.
I found to my total shock that I did not want to get called off, like had happened with Carrie, before Mary came, even if it had been to fuck her. This time, I wanted to see what it was like to lick a girl to a writhing, orgasmic mess.
So I licked Mary to a squirming, orgasmic mess. And I took my time doing it. But at last, after a lot of delicious flavor for me and a lot of huffing and moaning from her, she rewarded me, and herself, with a shrieking, thrashing, gasping climax that left her collapsed on the couch.
In the aftermath, I kissed my way softly down her thigh, away from the scene of my assault. Enjoying the glow emanating from her.
She collected herself and sat up quite beautifully. “Fuck me, Al! That was amazing.”
“Please,” I just replied, with an eager grin.