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hand around
the base of his cock and began to stroke him; Johnny groaned, head falling back
against his shoulders as his hips began to move in reaction. I brought my lips
up to his erection and licked the tip as I stroked the base, working him with
my fingers. I wrapped my mouth around him and the salty-sharp taste of his precum , already starting to flow, coated my tongue. He
tasted so good — even with the lingering taste of the soap that was still on
his skin. I closed my eyes and worshipped Johnny with my mouth, sucking and
licking, taking more and more of him in. His fingers tangled in my hair, and
his hips moved to the movements of my lips, but he never tried to force me,
never pulled or pushed; he let me go at my own pace and as I heard his moans
filling the air, I found myself getting more and more turned on.
    He pushed me away gently; his cock had begun to
twitch, little spasms that made me sure he was on the verge of orgasm. Johnny
lifted me up onto my feet gently and kissed me on the lips, his hands moving to
cup my breasts and tease my nipples into firm little nubs before drifting down
between my legs. “I’m so glad you came out,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ve
been thinking about you all day, all night.” Johnny chuckled lowly, his fingers
slipping and sliding along the folds of my labia. “I was going to sneak into
your room and surprise you again as soon as we got back to campus.” His fingers
pressed against me and I moaned, pushing myself down to meet his touch as I
became wetter and wetter by the moment. He found my clit and began to stroke
me, his other hand moving all over my body, tickling and caressing, cupping my
breast.
    He kissed along my body, moving his lips on a downward
path from my mouth to my neck, lingering at my breasts to claim each of my
nipples in turn. I moaned, only fleetingly thinking of how good it was that we
were all alone in the stadium, that no one would hear us, as Johnny rubbed and
stroked me. He nibbled along my abdomen and nuzzled my hips, working his way to
my pussy with what seemed like aching slowness. Johnny pushed me gently against
the shower wall and spread my legs wider; I looked down at him and he grinned
up at me, on his knees. “Did you miss me, Becky-baby?” he asked as his fingers
spread my labia apart.
    Johnny buried his face against me, nuzzling my soaking
wet folds, his tongue sliding along my inner labia and then pushing inside of
me hungrily. I moaned out, my head tilting back against the wall, my hands
reaching out blindly and tangling in his hair. “Yes, yes, Johnny — God, yes, I
missed you,” I cried out as he sucked and licked, devouring me as if he was
starving. His tongue teased me, barely avoiding my clit and then slipping down
to lap up my fluids before shifting upward again. He swirled the tip around my
pleasure center and I cried out, my hands tightening in his hair and my hips
moving to get better contact. I writhed and twisted against the wall, pushing
down as Johnny began to flick his tongue against my clit, sending jolts of
pleasure shooting through my body.
    He teased me relentlessly, bringing me to the edge and
then retreating to suck and lap at my fluids. He pulled as much of my pussy
into his mouth as possible, and I found myself getting more and more turned on,
closer and closer to orgasm, with every moment that he worshipped me. His hands
gripped my hips, held me perfectly spread, and I felt my knees going weak as he
moaned against my skin, sending little vibrations against my clit. It was so
good—I tried to remember a time in my life when anyone had given me so much
pleasure and I couldn’t. When I was certain that I couldn’t take any more,
Johnny sucked my clit between his lips and flickered his tongue against the
bead of nerves until I tumbled over the edge, crying out helplessly in the
grips of the orgasm that raged through me.
    He didn’t let up, and I felt myself gushing onto his
face, onto his lips and chin