Hysteria

I like fucking Jean.  It had been a few weeks since I had done so, and thus made plans to get together.  The term "absence makes the heart grow fonder" is clichéd, but sometimes correct.  Other times, "out of sight, out of mind" is more appropriate.  But here it's the former.  I'd been looking forward to fucking her since our last time together.

Shockingly, I showed up to her place early, and hung out for a little while.  Not too long, but enough so that my anticipation had a chance to grow a bit more.  Jean arrives, and we kiss.  Long enough to know that we both wanted each other, but not to the point where people would stop and stare.

Jean works in the arts and doesn't make a lot of money.  Her furniture is from a second hand store or IKEA.  The living room has a small couch, a chair, and what looks like an end table with two fold up chairs on either side, masquerading as a dining room table.  But despite her humble living situation she has expensive taste in booze and pours us each a glass of Woodford Reserve.  Yum.

We slowly drink, loosen up after a day of work and talk.  Conversation always flows easily, which is nice.  Nothing feels forced.  It really is a friends with benefits situation.  We are friends.  It makes me happy to say that.  She would be my friend even if we didn't fuck.  But when we discovered we were hot for each other, it simply added another layer to our already enjoyable relationship.

It's also the kind of relationship where we can just... tangent, for long periods of time.  She'll start talking about where she went the night before, which will remind me of a time where we went there and made friends with the bartender, which will remind her of the book she was reading at the time, which reminds me of pirates.  Which in turn, reminds her to look up some nautical information on Wikipedia.  Which in turn makes me nibble on her ear lobe because as much as I enjoy talking with her, it's been weeks since we fucked.  Time to remedy that.  The pirates will be there later.

Maybe it's because I hadn't seen her since Christmas, but I was in a very giving mood.  I wanted to give her the gift of orgasms.  She didn't know this of course.  Well, let me rephrase...  She knew that making out with me would lead to her getting off.  I'd imagine it's one of the top reasons she wanted to do such things.  But she didn't know to what extent.

Her shirt found its way the floor.  So did mine, as well as my pants.  And wouldn't you know it, her pants and panties as well.  Funny how that happens.  Her bra didn't interestingly enough.  Jean's legs distract me too much sometimes.  They're so long.  My tongue gets tired running up and down her thighs.  It a good tired, but tired none the less.

She had shaved the night before.  I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned it in matter of fact terms, but I do like going down on a freshly shaved pussy.  Nice and smooth.  Delicious.  It made the fact that I was in a giving mood even better.

Jean was wet.  Between our making out, and licking my way up and down her legs, all over her body, and back to her legs again had left her wanting.  I dove straight for her clit and employed a circular technique.  Small circles with my tongue.  Circles with my neck.  I  constantly varied the angle that my tongue touched her.  Combined with the circles, Jean starts laughing.  It's a very happy, kind of all over the place laugh.  Her body shakes as her first orgasm rips through her body, and I'm rewarded with a face full of cum.  I couldn't be happier.

Sometimes I'm content making her cum once via my mouth, but not today.  I wanted more. So I kept going.  This time with a bit more direct sucking on her clit.  More laughing.  More orgasm.  Splash.  And still I continue.  I am greatly enjoying our little cycle we've created, and Jean (laugh, splash) clearly is too.

However, it gets to the point where I very much want to fuck her.  Her orgasms are coming at a regular clip, her pussy and the bed are sopping wet, and my cock is so hard that a cat couldn't scratch it.  And while I enjoy having my face between her legs, getting them wrapped around me, as she lay on her back, waiting to get pounded is very nice as well.

God damn it she feels good.  Hot, wet and tight.  Three of my favorite feelings.  And what's better, now when I make her cum, it splashes both of our faces, due to the ferocity of our fucking.  As expected, this gets me really hot, so I slow down a bit, as I want to prolong this blissful, pre-orgasmic state.  But then another idea occurs to me.

"Put your legs flat on the bed."

"Okay."

I position my body on top of hers and glide my cock back into her.

"Close your legs."

And I start to fuck her again.

"Ohhh.  I can feel it on my clit.  It's so good!"

Laughter from Jean.  More laundry to do as well.

Her orgasm subsides, and I pick up the tempo again.  About a minute later, I squeeze another filthy delicious orgasm out of her.  Mine is about ready as well.

"I want to cum in you."

"Oh do it, cum for me.  I want it."

That was all it took.  Bang zoom.  I explode, and she loves every last bit of it.  And as an added bonus, after I cum, my body informs me that this whole fucking this is pretty fun, and it wants to continue.  So I do, which she of course loves, because it means she'll be laughing more.

I'm a funny guy.  My cock tells the best jokes.