Off the Wall

Nawl, this ain't got a thang to do with Mike Jack. This is the Part 2 to my first adventure with Miss Pokey - the part you freaks (and I say that with true love) have been waiting for: The Dirty Details.

I guess I should start where we did:

When the movie was over, I gave Dubs the bruh hug, she and Pokey said their goodbyes to each other, and she left.

Alone at last.


Now, I didn't pounce on her right away; I'm not an animal. I did pour us a glass of moscato, though. We actually talked for a while. I mean, we both thought highly of each other based on senior-year perceptions, but I thought it was important we got to know a little about each other as adults and get the necessary information (safety first, kids) if we were going to be heading on to adult activities. If the way she had her hand draped over the inside of my upper thigh was any indication, I was in for it.

Once we finished our second glass of wine, I guess she decided we were done talking because she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm against that spot right underneath my jaw, then my cheek, then my lips. We kept our kisses nice and slow, at first; there was no rush. But then...Oh, but then...

She flicked her tongue over the roof of my mouth just right.

Ooh.

It was over, after that. Since she had decided she wanted to pull stuff out of her bag of tricks, I decided I was going to give her a little something from my repertoire. I ran my tongue up the underside of hers, then sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. At this point, one of her arms is wrapped around my waist, and the hand that was draped over my thigh started stroking higher and higher up until she was rubbing me through my jeans. My hand was already on her breast, cupped around the soft flesh and resting just so on her side, thumb teasing her nipple into a hard bud. I squeezed. P moaned into my mouth.

She pushed her body into mine even more, then, and I let her push me down until I was on my back on the couch and she was on top of me, one hand now cupping my cheek, the other playing over my belt buckle.

I had to stop her.

Not that I wanted to. But I'm sure my roommate would not have appreciated coming home to the smell of sex in the living room and two wet spots on her sofa. So I took P by the hand and let her walk me backwards to my bedroom, making out all the short way down the hall and to the edge of my bed. I decided to show her another little trick, undressing her with one hand while I undressed myself with the other. She directed me to sit down on the mattress and put my feet up on the edge of the bed frame instead of on letting them stay on the floor.

P put her hands on my knees, dropped to hers in front of me, spread my legs wide, and dove in head first. I wasn't in the mood to be teased, and she wasn't in the mood to do any teasing. She wrapped her lips around my clit and sucked until I had to lean back and brace myself on an elbow. I reached out with the other hand to cradle the back of her head to keep her right where I wanted her when I began to thrust my hips up. There was no throwing her off of her game. She matched me rhythm for rhythm, suck for thrust, until I came. Hard. All over the edge of the mattress. In her mouth.

I let myself fall back flat on the bed then and put my arm over my eyes, waiting for my heart to stop beating so hard. Once I had regained the majority of my senses, I moved my arm and found her kneeling on the bed beside me with the most self-satisfied of grins. Sure, she had earned it.

But that didn't mean that I was any less resigned to wiping it off of her pretty face.

I grabbed her around around the waist and pulled her down on top of me so she was straddling me. She was laughing until I continued pulling her by her waist up my body until I had her in perfect position over my mouth, nipping and sucking at bare skin all the way up. I kissed her lower lips just like I had kissed her mouth earlier, and her giggles quickly dissolved into moans. I gave her clit the same treatment I given her tongue earlier, running the tip of my tongue up the underside, flicking it against the left side, drumming it against the right side, rolling it against the tip. She felt so good against my lips.  P looked and sounded in danger of falling over, so I gripped her hip tight with one hand before I sucked the hood of her clit between my lips and entered her slowly with one finger, stroking her walls until she spilled her nectar, her juices running down my chin and neck onto my chest.

P cursed and rolled off of me to lay on her side. I did a mental fist pump and asked her if she was alright. she laughed and said "Fuck you," which I took as a yes. I scooted up behind her and molded my body to hers, stroking her breast with the backs of my fingernails, rocking my hips without really realizing I was doing it. I trailed my fingertips down her side and over her hip with every intent of fucking her again, but she grabbed my hand and said, no, it's her turn.

"Well, whatchu wanna do?" I asked her.

She rolled over, pushed me back onto my back, climbed on top of me, and settled herself down in my lap. Then, she started her hips slowly, grinding against me, using my body to get off. I didn't mind at all, but I didn't want her to get off again so soon - and not that way - because I wanted to get up in it. I'd been wanting to do so for the last six years, so I was determined to rock her before she tired herself out. I gripped her hips and pulled her down harder onto me, rocking my hips up to meet hers.

I was a little mean. I let P get real close before I tightened my hold so she couldn't move.

"Let me fuck you."

It wasn't a request.

I think she would've agreed to anything that would guarantee her a nut at that point, though. Since she was on top, I told her to reach over and get my equipment. I get strapped up, and P......P puts the condom on with her mouth.

Good lord.

That was the first time a woman's ever done that to me, and since she was pulling out more tricks, I decided I show her another one of my own. P straddled me again, and my hands went back to her hips, helping her ease down nice and slow until she taken it all. I don't go for a whole lot of size and girth because the girls I've been involved with neither needed nor wanted it, and, honestly, I like to leave myself a little room to get a little creative and enthusiastic without worrying that I'm going to do permanent damage.

Here's the set-up: My bed is the corner. Pokey and I are lying across the bed, my head at the edge on the side that's not against the wall. I scooted down until both of my feet were pressed flat against the wall and my legs were bent beneath P, making a little seat on my thighs for her.

Then, I went in.

I started off just using my feet to get that easy leverage on the push off and add a little something extra to my upthrusts, but she wanted it harder, faster, so I began to bounce on my toes and really thrust up into her with a purpose, drilling her until she fell over me, grabbing on tight to the bed frame. P's breasts were way too close to my face not to take advantage, so I took one nipple in my mouth, then the other, alternating until she started trying to pull herself up and run away from me. I sat up and pulled her back down snugly into my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist and wrapping my arms tight around her so that she had no other choice but to take it.

She had her head thrown back, and I kissed her neck, marking her right above her collarbone. I rested my head in the crook of her neck and proceeded to fuck her until she jerked and shook in my arms. The next door neighbors had to hear her cry out, but, luckily, no one knocked on the door.  Not that I would've moved to answer it if they had...

I fell back to the mattress with P still clinging to me, and once she'd caught her breath and come back down, I went to the kitchen to get us some water. When I came back - not more than two minutes later - her eyelids were already fluttering closed and she was losing the battle with sleep, so I just got back in bed and pulled the comforter over us, pulling her in close so that she could rest on my chest. What can I say? I'm a chronic cuddler.

I woke up approximately two hours later to a wayward hand roaming my body and kisses on my jawline. I told her jokingly that I didn't appreciate her waking me up, and P laughed and said that she'd let me rest if I couldn't handle it.

...I'm not going to recap that conversation for you, but let's just say that I promised to show her something that couldn't be handled. Then, I made good on my promise.

I flipped her over onto her stomach and wrapped an arm around her so that I could arch her back just right and pull her hips up to just the right height. I made sure to keep her close enough to the head of the bed to put her face in the pillow when she needed to, and proceeded to hit from the back until her back buckled.

Her coming made me come, and we both fell right where we were - her on her stomach, me against her back, still inside of her.

She didn't wake again until damn near noon this time.