He watched his girl give me head
There had been plenty of games of spin-the-bottle and bribes of “we will if you will” to get the boys into our young, yet incredibly incestuous, friendship group snogging. But Anna was the one I really fancied. The first girl that really turned me on.
We were in a club that night, and I have no idea how we ended up pressed against each other in a doorway, mouths locked and tongues exploring with soft caresses. However we got there, when the kiss broke and we pulled back, we had a crowd of sweaty young guys fresh from the mosh-pit gawking at us with expressions of barely contained awe.
As if to prove that the unexpected encounter had not been for their benefit – and certainly not for the benefit of her own boyfriend – Anna dragged me back to her place that night. Of course, everyone else from our crowd came with us, but we hardly noticed they were there as we wrapped ourselves together on the bedroom floor kissing and touching unashamedly in front of our forgotten audience. When things started hotting up, though, Anna kicked them all out and we migrated to the bed. Her boyfriend, Josh, was allowed to stay but he was instructed in no uncertain terms that he was not allowed to touch. I was Anna’s conquest, not his.
She stripped shamelessly, and I looked upon her soft curves and full breasts with mounting lust. I fell upon her body, kissing, stroking, eager to discover all of those hot recesses that were so unlike any man I had ever been with. I found my way between her thighs and nuzzled my cheeks against that smooth satiny flesh, marvelling at how soft she was. I delved a finger deep inside and, spurred on by her moans, began to explore those inner regions with first one, then two and finally three fingers. I held her lips apart and gazed upon the pink flower that had opened up before my eyes. I rubbed at her clit with my thumb, coaxing it from its fleshy enclave until I could flick at it with my tongue, giggling at the shudders that rippled through her. Her thighs clamped around my head and I was lost for a while, deaf to the world and engrossed in her pleasure, in her scent and her taste, overwhelming my senses with a seductive musk. And she must have enjoyed it as much as I did, because she came – and she came hard. Thick sticky juices spread over my chin, my nose and my cheeks. I was slick with it. But for me, the greatest thrill was rising, grinning triumphantly from between her thighs to have her lick her own secretions from my flushed face.
And then it was my turn. She announced, with a husky voice, that she had never been down on a girl before (I think she assumed I had), and she spun me onto my back and started pulling my clothes off with a frenzied urgency. I was somewhat more nervous about stripping – I had never taken my bra off in front of anyone at all. But with her it was different. As if our shared femininity made it somehow less intrusive. She worked her way over my body in much the way I had over hers. She suckled my breasts for what felt an age and then, with her wet pussy grinding against my thigh, she rubbed her hardened nipples over my slick ones. When she finally found her way between my legs it was with quick and urgent flicks of her tongue, and it wasn’t long before I was coming, my fingers in her long hair pressing her down as my hips bucked and writhed, smearing her face in turn with my own juices.
By that time, I had forgotten Josh was there at all, watching but not touching. But now, as I cried out, I heard a groan from him and felt a string of sticky warmth spatter against my face and dribble down. I opened my eyes to find him kneeling over me, his cock in his hand, and Anna smiling up from between my wet thighs. She rose then, leaning over me to lick, with a long and languid stroke, the fluid from my cheek, smacking her lips together and sending us all into a fit of giggles before we settled down to cuddle and sleep.
