It was a huge group of people. I hate that. My friend's birthday was on Wednesday, and the gathering was a pre-kickball dinner that was filled with familiar faces. Except two.
She walked in with, presumably, her boyfriend. She was pixie-like. Short black hair that was cut in the way of Demi Moore in Ghost. Even if I had mentioned this reference to her, the empty response would have been a result of her being all of about 21 years old. You could tell. Her face had held onto the smile of a shy teenage girl. Her soft, freckled skin was smooth and white. Don't confuse this with pale. It was that soft white of the girl that never had a problem with acne. The black-netted blouse she was wearing did little to hide the cleavage of her young pert young tits. The valley of her stomach led down to the top button on the Levi's that had been cut into shorts. Shorts so small, when she walked away from the table, I could see the faint show of where her ass and long, slender legs met.
She hated me. I was loud, depressed, and obnoxious. I could see that eye roll or that mouth agape when certain phrases came out of my head. The uncomfortable laughter when I said the words "Roller derby Miscarriage". Those words came long after this slid into my head.
I could see her lips sliding over me. I could feel her tongue, and the way it rolled over every vain. Her large doe-like eyes looking up to me. I pull completely out of her mouth.
"Don't stop", she whispers her plea. "I want to taste you. I want to drain you. I will cum with you."
That's all I need to hear. She wipes the spit from her lower lip, and slides her hand down to the young, "paper-cut" of a slit between her legs. I grab myself with one hand, right at the base. Her mouth opens and I force into it, deep. She starts to moan and it vibrates up my spine. I keep my hand on it and make myself feel like I'm shoving something in over and over again. Tears start to fall. The dark black mascara, that young twenty somethings use to overcompensate, starts to run down her cheeks. I take my hand off and grab the back of her head and bottom of her chin. I can see a faint smile as she closes her eyes. I gain leverage. She can imagine that her mouth now knows what her pussy would feel like, right now. I start to fuck her, hard. Her muffled moan is accented by the gurgling spit running down her chin, onto her stomach, and helping her "working" hand. We can't stop. She manages to look up at me, her eyes are telling me it's time. I work harder, and start to hit the back of her throat. I can feel her tongue start to wince. Her hand starts to move rapidly, and the top of her mouth is barely able to open from around me. The "doe" eyes open widen. Mine clamp shut. We both rain, pour, swallow, and grab onto the nearest object for support.
This is what I can think of in literally ten seconds. Sitting across the table from someone. Not breaking conversation stride. Not batting an eyelash. Not showing a moment of conjecture. I keep wondering if something is wrong with me. If there is something wrong, I don't know if I want it to be fixed.
