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and doesn’t smoke. He likes plain water too. So I guess eating the right things and being healthy has its perks.
Ed was frozen, but not for long more. He decided he wanted the same thing from me too. Oh! My secret fantasy! Would he say the same thing as Bobby?
He was looking at and/or studying my...anatomy. Then I had a moment of hesitation. I didn’t want to make him go down on me.
“ You don’t have to...” I said.
Just in case. I’d hate to make him feel obliged to do it. I’d feel so useless and desperate. Demanding even.
Ed leaned in. “Let me, I want to,” he said. His hands were on my inner thighs. I really liked them there. “Has anyone gone down on you before?”
“ Have you practiced on someone?” I said. I didn’t feel like talking about it. My resistance wasn’t of much use though.
“ No...I just read a lot. I’ve a love for learning.”
Wisecrack.
Ed repeated his question. “So...has anyone gone down on you?”
“ Yeah...once.”
“ Ratface Bobby?”
“ Yeah.”
“ Did he enjoy it?”
“ Well...uh...”
“ What did he say to you?”
I sighed. “He said I took too long to come...I think he was just tired.”
Ed was quiet again. Why were we talking about this?
His tongue went in a steady rhythm. I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?
“ Do you want me to punch his brains out for you?”
Even with a threat, Ed’s voice was syrupy. That was the one word I thought/felt about his voice: syrupy. His voice had pleasing effects. “I’d do it...if you wanted me to...I’d do it in a heartbeat...give him facial scars for life...wouldn’t even take too much work...”
“ No, it’s alright!” I exclaimed. I wasn’t even on talking terms with Bobby these days, and he was pretty much out of my life. “Ed...he doesn’t bother me anymore. It’s okay. I’m just gonna...keep moving forward.”
Forward to what? Crashing into this unknown territory WITH MY BRO?!
“ Okay,” Ed said. “But he’s a jackass...I’ll not stop even it if takes all night.”
I was already wet but I suddenly recalled in great detail, the time I was in Bobby’s basement, thinking to myself: Ed wouldn’t be the same .
AND HUZZAH! I WAS RIGHT!
He ate me out for a bit, and I wanted it to go on forever...but at the same time I felt just about ready to explode. I told him so, and he got off the bed, slipped on a rubber. I guess that must have been what he’d taken out from the drawer earlier.
He came back and we slowly began to feel each other from the inside...it was the sweetest most amazing feeling...him in my warmth...his arms were at my side lifting his body off and we started to rock a little faster and rougher...and then I opened my eyes and just looked at him. I was feeling him with my entirety. Our eyes were locked together and we were making sounds I’ve never heard before, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s illegal to make such noises, and there was the sheer utter madness of wanting , then he was all over my neck, lips and anywhere that his tongue could reach, and I gripped my hands tightly around each of his arms, my head was off the pillow, I slammed it back down screaming like a banshee, “ED!!”
The heady rush of him and me was the only language I knew then. He was so deep in me and he just went at it harder and he went “oh my GOD , Julie,” once, or twice...or more...anyway very soon we were both coming together!...and then as our massive hell of an orgasm began to subside — “waves crashing in” would be a lame cliché but that’s what it felt like! — we both collapsed side by side...me on my back and Ed lying on his front...I felt like I was dying in utmost relaxation, yet soaring over the clouds in the skies at the same time.
I was so entirely content. It was like I was still feeling him flow through my entire brain and bloodstream and spirit...I was still catching my breath, and I thought to myself that he was sleeping or taking a
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