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blowjob did to me. It bordered on ecstasy.
    I didn’t know if I’d ever had an orgasm. I had nothing to compare it with. The books I’d read explained that vaginal fucking wasn’t necessary for one. Actual orgasm could be achieved sans a cock and could be induced in variable ways, including fingers, tongue, lips, and many other things. When I gave head, my body became tight like a bow and it felt like electrical current buzzing through me. There were moments I felt tiny shocks going through my body. It reminded me of a hot, dry summer day when the air made everything you touched crackle. Only these electrical impulses made me feel exquisitely damp between my legs. I could feel my sex expand and contract the longer I sucked and the deeper his cock went into my throat.
    So it was basically a win-win. We both got what we wanted. I always allowed them to come in my mouth, although I’d had a few that preferred my boobs. They’d joked about it being a pearl necklace. But I loved when they released in my mouth. I’d learned how to enjoy the taste and texture. It wasn’t an act for me. I wouldn’t know how to fake an orgasm anyway. I just did what came natural to me.
    My favorite thing was skimming the pad of my thumb along their length, feeling the weight of their balls in the palm of my hand, and sweeping my tongue across the crown, catching that first clear droplet of precum. I felt powerful watching their body shake and become taut as I grazed my teeth along their cock, threatening to bite down. Right before they thrust into my mouth, ramming their cock so deep in my throat it bordered on suffocation, I sensed their climax and it spilled from my lips. Most of the time, I tried to swallow all of it. But there were some that produced an overabundant amount. I could only ingest so much. Still, I was an expert in the field and evidently a legend around campus. This was probably the only reason the hottest player on the lacrosse team was sitting on my sofa, sporting a ferocious hard-on.
    “Should I take care of that for you?” I murmured as I trailed my fingers across his rigid cock.
    “Fuck.” The word blew out his lips more like a moan than an actual comment.
    My sentiments exactly. Only I planned to do the fucking with my mouth. I scooted closer to him and fit my hand tightly between the crease of his legs. I let out a sigh as I swept my palm along his thighs. Damn, but he was muscular. I guess you had to be in order to play the sport he did. I flicked open one of his jean buttons. His eyebrows shot up as he smiled questionably. I had some male friends who’d perfected the art of unhooking a bra with a thumb and index finger. I, on the other hand, could tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue, and I could seriously deep throat a banana. Plus, I was a virtuoso at opening buttons on jeans with one finger. You had to know your craft. I was a genius at the art of seduction. Not bad for a virgin.
    Was I actually a virgin? Because I still had a hymen? I’d read many pamphlets, most of them claiming you are indeed having sex, even if it’s only oral. I’d blown more men than most of my girlfriends had slept with. I wasn’t sure how to label myself. No one actually knew about my V-card status. Well, except Haven and only because we both shared the same affliction. Almost everyone I’d blown had told his friends we’d fucked. I guess it would look bad for their street cred if they hadn’t completed the deed. Evidently, I was a great lay. Who knew?
    I quietly giggled to myself.
    I popped the rest of Joey’s buttons and pulled out an adequate-sized dick. I’d seen bigger, but they didn’t belong to one of the sexiest men on campus. I sighed as I swept my tongue across the crown.
    “Oh man. Wow. Damn. Baby, that feels good.” He groaned as he wrapped his uninjured hand around my hair.
    “I haven’t even started yet,” I said, pausing as I looked up at him. “Can you take off your shirt?” I asked sheepishly.