Family and Friends Ch. 02

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The remorse always comes in the morning, I guess because when you wake up your body’s had a kind of reset — “every day’s a new day” kind of thing — and the morning after the storm was no exception. I awoke in Mark’s bed, which in his last words, he’d said was now also my bed. The sex we’d enjoyed last night had been the best ever of my 24-year old life and yet he had not even entered me; it had all been oral, and it had been fun and it had been intense, oh so intense. It had been everything a girl could have wanted.

You probably know the remorse I’m talking about. You got into bed with someone and what followed was a sexual experience that had been slightly planned, but had taken on a life all its own and, perhaps, had gone in directions you’d never intended or considered, and culminated in some kind of action that transcended boundaries you had never even thought through. Then you slept — body reset — and then you awoke and replayed the events of last night.

In my case, though, the remorse was different.

Oh, how to tell you without going into all the detail? I’ll keep it short. Mom was 17 when I was born, and Dad left soon after. Mom met Mark in a chance meeting at a grocery store and developed a friendship which, two years later, turned into a marriage. Mark became my Dad. The man who’d provided the genetic material to make me had left before I was five, so I have no memories of him.

Mark — Dad — loved my Mom and me deeply. At times, I couldn’t imagine there’d ever been anyone else, or no-one else for a period of time. And everything was going so well until Mom’s diagnosis of cancer. We were devastated, and within two months, Mom was gone. Just like that, a candle in the wind.

Dad and I were left to pick up the pieces. It took time, but we already had a strong relationship from our life over the last 12 years. We grew closer, and for two years after Mom had gone, both of us, unknown to each other, had a powerful attraction to the other. I was in my twenties, and he was very good-looking man. I began to notice him, and he began to look at me differently too. I caught him a couple of times looking just a little too long.

So when last night had come along, and we’d finally discovered that we both had such feelings for each other, well the remorse was for time lost, not for actions taken.

Awake now, I slipped out from under the covers and padded over to the bathroom, closing the door behind me as quietly as I could before turning on the light.

I turned my back to the toilet, pushed down my panties, lifted my nightgown and lowered myself onto the cold plastic seat all in one fluid, practiced motion. Muscles relaxing, I felt the flow pass from me. The morning pee is always so… I dunno, refreshing. It’s kind of like a deep-breath-breathed-out kind of relaxation and it expels all kinds of toxins from your mind and emotions as well as your body. I spent an extra moment there making sure it was all gone before taking a few sheets of soft paper to absorb anything that remained. I chuckled inwardly that now I ought begin being more aware of my hygiene. After all, I didn’t want him to taste what had just passed through. I stood and stepped out of my panties and flushed.

Before the vanity, I washed my hands. This is now a post-Corona era and that’s what we do now. Then I wiped some suds lightly around my pussy, rinsing with my hands and patting dry on a towel. I squeezed a little toothpaste onto my finger and rubbed it across my teeth. My brush was in the other bathroom, and all I wanted was fresh breath for now. A swift rinse and I was done.

I dropped the panties at the foot of the bed. Dad still slept so I slid back in beside him, close enough to share some of his warmth. I wanted to wake him in a special way, but I thought I’d wait. Maybe his remorse was different. I drifted into a doze, comfortable and in love.

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It was light outside and my eyes focused slowly as I opened them. eskişehir escort As my brain rebooted, last night replayed in my head. Dakota had been incredible. Was it really true, or a dream? I glanced over and there she lay, sleeping beauty right at my side. I wondered if she would have second thoughts when she woke. For right now, what I needed was the bathroom. I made my way there silently and did my business, being careful to sit down instead of stand up to minimize the noise. Wipe and clean, flush, glance in the mirror and stop.

My mouth tasted like sticky saliva so I opened the cabinet and took out the mouthwash. A quick swish around and I felt better. I was still naked but I didn’t mind. I doubted Dakota would mind, based on last night, so I trundled back to bed and slipped in as quietly as I could.

Dakota had moved over into the warm spot I’d vacated, leaving only a narrow space for me.

“It’s nice and warm where you were,” she said quietly.

“I thought you were still asleep,” I answered.

“I was, but then you left.”

“I’m back.”

“I see.” She glanced down at my penis, hanging lazily down between my legs.

I felt a twitch as soon as she looked there.

“It would be nice to get back in.”

“OK,” she said lightly, but not moving.

I bent forward and forklifted her with my two arms, one under her shoulders and one under her knees, and then I pulled her toward me. She slid out from under the covers with a little yelp and I lifted her upward, holding her up against my chest.

“You brute,” she said with a smile.

“God, I love you,” I said, and she plastered her lips to mine. Our tongues re-acquainted themselves for a while, during which time my dick slowly pulsed into its upright stance. When we were sated, we just looked into each other’s eyes with deep love and affection.

“I was thinking of a way to wake you up,” she said, “but I was afraid you might have reservations from last night. Seems like you don’t.” She grinned.

“Nor you.”

She jammed her eyes shut and put on her best cheesy grin.

I set her down standing and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I reciprocated with my hands about her waist, drawing her belly up against my mostly hard shaft.

“That didn’t take long,” she commented.

“It all depends on the circumstance,” I replied, “and you are one of the most inviting circumstances I’ve been around in a long time.”

She stretched up on her toes for another kiss, and I slipped a hand down and along the contour of her bottom. Her nightgown, short when her arms down, barely covered her and when I found that out, I helped it upward a few inches so that my hands were together again at her waist, but skin-to-skin.

We stayed in the kiss for a few moments longer while I pulled her nightgown further up her back and broke from it when her head needed to pass through the neck. She shed the gown from her arms and dropped it onto the bed.

“Now what?” she asked with anticipation.

“Sit down,” I said, motioning to the bed behind her. She sat, and I beckoned her forward. “On the edge.”

She moved forward to the edge, and I stepped up close to her. Her eyes were full of excitement and she lay back onto the sheets in answer to my request.

Putting a hand on her knee, I moved it to the side and looked down at her body. She watched me, her eyes tracking every place I stared.

I took in her two small breasts which had not flattened out at all as far as I could see. Two small mounds of pink, topped with darker pink circles, smooth and perfect, from the middle of which poked her nipples, taut and firm.

Lower, my eyes roamed over her flat belly. Her hip bones were visible, framing the center of her body where her navel was stretched into an oval in the oasis of her flat stomach.

An arrowhead of dark brown hair pointed the way to her most intimate parts. Clearly, she trimmed gaziantep escort this because it was not an unruly shock of hair but retained a natural look. Its edges were mostly crisp, and the very tip of it stopped just above her pussy, giving it the appearance of a virgin vagina lusting for release from solitary confinement.

Her pussy was slightly swollen and slightly separated, enough to show that central ridge but not enough to display the fleshy lips that signaled the way to her inner body.

I licked my lips subconsciously and glanced up at her face, catching her smiling at my stare.

“I love it when you look,” she said. “It makes me even more horny.”

“I’m going to look closer,” I said, and she cooed her approval.

Dropping to a kneel between her legs, I slipped my hands beneath her thighs and lifted first one and then the other leg up onto my shoulders. Her calves and feet were on my shoulder blades and I pressed forward toward that lush field of her pubic hair. Her legs slid further down my back as I drew close, and I wrapped my hands up onto her belly. She took hold of my wrists as I buried my nose into her hair and kissed.

I could smell a faint perfume of soap on her, its fruitiness a pleasant start to the morning. I glanced down at her pussy and saw it glisten.

“Are you wet already?” I asked.

“Just trying to be ready for you, my lover,” she replied demurely.

“Oh, you are so awesome.”

I nuzzled my nose against the bottom of her opening and drew it upward. About half way, I touched the first of her slippery juice, and my nose slid easily along the unopened slit of her vagina. All the way up to the top, where Dakota took in a short catch of breath as I brushed against the hood over her clit.

She must be ready indeed, I thought, and proceeded to make the same maneuver again. This time, my nose already had her juices on it and it glided without friction along her slit.

Next time, I pushed a little harder, the bridge of my nose trying to pry open her closed doors. Coming close to the top, her lips opened just a crack and I nuzzled up into the bottom of her clit.

“Hah,” she breathed in as her hips jerked a little.

I backed away, enough to see the shining of a drop forming from outside her pussy. I opened my mouth and put a nice big wet kiss all over her pussy lips, pulling a string of viscous pussy juice as I backed away, and kissing her again. I heard her moan from two feet further up her body and planted kiss after kiss onto her soft pink lips.

My tongue wanted in on the action, and I had no need to deny him, so it was only a short time before I was licking at her pussy lips, penetrating her with just the tip at first, and taking my time to go deeper in. Side to side, slowly and lovingly, my wet tongue against her slippery pussy, and then circles one way, the other way, side to side. She was responding quickly to what I was doing, and I felt occasional grasps of her hands on my wrists as something I did made particular impact on her arousal.

Step by step, I sensed she was climbing the ladder of orgasm toward its climax. I was loving this. It is in my nature to derive pleasure from giving pleasure, so in a sense I was emotionally masturbating myself on the lips of her pussy.

But I sensed it was time to move forward. I settled my tongue in the folds of flesh just to the side of her clit and began an up-down licking motion. I’d heard from other women, online most likely, that this was an especially good feeling, and I’d seen women masturbating themselves with vibrators in this spot.

For once, those women were not wrong. Dakota responded marvelously and her hips were into a steady rhythm of pulsing her pussy up and down in front of me.

I detached my right hand from her left and moved it down under her thigh to where my lips were steadily trying to lick their way through the side of her clit. giresun escort Holding my two middle fingers together, I rested them against my chin as the starting point and after finding the center of her pussy slit, I slowly drew the pads of my fingers down the length of that slit, using them to separate the left side from the right as they slid along. By the time they were at the bottom end of her pussy, they had separated the lisp enough to twist my fingers around and push one and then the other through the fleshy opening and into a pool of slippery fluid just inside her lips. I coated my fingers liberally and oriented my hand palm-up. Then I began to slide them upward and inward, pushing them into her vagina.

She moaned and breathed all manner of shaky sounds and the steady cadence of her hips changed into a more aggressive pump. Close to the top of her opening, I curled my fingers inside her, feeling for the rough ridge behind her pubic bone. I found it and pressed my fingers onto it, as if I were pushing her pussy from inside and into my mouth. I rubbed my fingers against this ridged wall, keeping a goodly pressure on it. My tongue was lavishing saliva onto her clit, and she was vainly trying to keep control.

“Ohhhh yes, yes, right there,” she encouraged.

I had no reply for her as to speak would be to break rhythm.

“Ohhh God, that is so gooooood, yes, yes, ohhhhhh.”

She kept up the running commentary for a short while and then I noticed it had stopped. In fact, everything had stopped. He hips were locked in the pushed-up position and there was a tense shiver throughout her whole body. Ten seconds it stayed like that, and then her breath burst out and her hips jerked downward, immediately followed by a massive breath in and her hips tilted back up. She had a death grip on my wrist and was clearly intensely focused on her body. I kept up the same motions, knowing this was the best way forward.

Another ten seconds went by, and she repeated the whole scenario. With another fresh breath, she re-entered her locked-up pose while I kept licking.

On the next one, she managed to get out, “Don’t stop” while taking two breaths and then her hips pushed up into my face again. I began moving my fingers in and out of her pussy in a slow but deep motion.

Burst, “Oh God yes,” hip jerk, breath, push hips up, lock, shiver.

This is going to be some orgasm, I thought to myself. I’m loving it.

And just a few seconds later, the dam burst. “Oh God, yes, yes, hhha, hhhhha, hhha, hhha.” I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and pulse them with her muscles. It was much tighter than I’d imagined it would be, and the thought flashed through me that if she held my dick that tight it might actually hurt.

I stilled my tongue but kept the contact against her clit. I left my fingers deep inside her. She rocked herself against me as much or as little as she wanted, and all I provided was something to rub herself against. She shivered and pumped jerkily as the orgasm coursed through her whole body. Her breathing was in gasps and pants for several seconds, and I loved every second of it. As she began to slowly recover from the onslaught, I carefully slid my fingers out and back in a couple of times, pulling them all the way out. They were coated with sticky and gooey slime. I licked my tongue against her clit one time but her hands pushed me away, so I knew it was too sensitive for any touch. I backed away, looking up through that patch of brown hair toward her face.

She was lying back on the bed, mouth open, occasionally licking dry lips. I moved backward, lifting her legs gingerly to the ground, and sat on the bed beside her. She looked at me, and I saw her unseeing eyes, noticed her chest rising and falling in steady and deep rhythm, and looked back in time to see her smile light her face.

I have never seen a woman look so beautiful as at that moment. She reached an arm up to me and I leaned over her. She pulled me into an urgent kiss, her tongue supping at her own juices as our lips spread them around our mouths.

She let go of me and I sat up, looking down again at the spent frame of my bed companion.

Eyes half-closed, and still breathing hard, she mimicked Baby Dinosaur. “Again, again!”

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