0 comments/ 135347 views/ 54 favorites Just a Blowjob By: Andreand My name is Andrea. I will dispense with any long, physical descriptions of myself except to say that I am late thirties, 5'8" tall, of average build with shorter brown hair and that I was always quite a tomboy. You see, I am a lesbian, or at least I still believe I am. Although some may label me bisexual, in light of recent events, until the following account I had only been with women. I have never really thought that much about receiving any attention from a man. For me there is nothing to offer that I couldn't get from a woman, and I must say that I truly love women. Tender, emotional attachments were something that I could only associate with females; it just seems strange, as an example, for me to kiss a guy. Although I have always had a very hyperactive sense of adventure when it came to sex, and an appetite for the forbidden, I always felt, and still feel, completely at ease and secure in my sexuality. This is because I can never remember feeling desire for experiencing anything but women, except for one man and one act. Eric had always been one of my best friends. We had all but grown up together, and from the time I was quite young I would always spend time over at his house with him and his sister Kathy. She was like my sister and Eric was kind of like a big brother to me. Our close friendship always seemed quite natural and we thought so much alike that he made me wish I were one of the guys. Perhaps it was just a matter of trust that if was to ever share my secret curiosity with another; it could only have been him. Perhaps it evolved from so much open and carefree talk, with common views, that made me fixate on the thoughts that seemed to be against my very nature. You see, for some time I had wondered what it would be like to give Eric a blowjob. I don't know why this idea interested me, but I think I may know when it started. It seems so long ago, when I was only 18 or 19, that I remember being over to Eric's house helping his sister Kathy pack for college, when she went down to eat supper. I was invited also, but had already ate and decided to keep working. I had stopped at Eric's door earlier to chat a bit and noticed him reading one of the erotic books he kept in his room. I had asked him what it was and he offered it to me to read, I just shook my head and walked away. He was down eating as well, and as I passed his doorway, I noticed that book on his bed. Curiosity pulled me into his room. That wasn't too big a deal since I often came there to visit Eric as much as Kathy. I picked up the book and began to leaf through it. I took notice of the favored pages that books tend to more easily open to, due to extra time being spent upon them. This gave a hint as to what Eric had been looking at the most. I was naturally curious in knowing what turned guys on and how it might compare. The spine was well creased on one spot in particular, which I began to read. It was about a man receiving a particularly detailed and involved blowjob. Even though I thought this would be the one thing that would interest me the least, I found myself reading more and more. So this is what turned Eric on? I had accidentally seen Eric naked a couple of times, while walking around their house, but I had never really thought about what I had seen. I then began to visualize his cock in the account I was reading. It was strange, there was not, and never had been, any physical attraction to him, but I began fixate on his shaft as the powerful sexual symbol that was being utilized in this story. I started to think about what it may be like to perform the act I was reading of. At first I was torn between revulsion and the powerful erotic nature of it. Despite my preferences, fellatio had to be one of the most intense of all sexual pleasures, for both parties. Perhaps it could even be more intense, in a pure sexual way, than the more tender act of orally pleasing a woman. I found that sexual power overcoming me, and my hand moved down my front to between my legs as I began rub the denim that was noticeably warmer. The animal lust described on those pages had me oblivious to my surroundings when the door flew back and Eric said, "Aha! I caught you!" I was like a deer in headlights as I immediately tossed down the book. To cover my embarrassment asked if he enjoyed reading that smut! "From the looks of it, not as much as you do!" he quickly shot back. "Some of it is interesting enough to get to you," I grudgingly acknowledged. " I know, but probably the same things get to you that would get to me though," he picked. Although I had not declared my preference yet, Eric always seemed to know from the beginning. I let him think this was the case, and that I was imagining having the women in the book, but the fact was, and I didn't know why, I had wanted to do exactly what I had read to him! The seed was planted, and over the years it slowly grew in the back of my mind. I found it very curious that it was such an isolated single desire, and it never caused me to doubt who I was. It also never caused me to doubt my friendship with Eric. You see, it was because of, rather than in spite of, the fact that he was the last male I could ever imagine kissing or projecting onto any of the things that I reserve for women. I was not attracted to Eric in any way, but was, instead, attracted to trying something completely different. In simpler terms, I was not attracted to him, but I was attracted to his cock. I assumed he knew nothing of my secret thoughts, and I didn't know how I could ever tell him about them. I always had to be careful not to let my eyes give me away when he was wearing a loose pair of shorts and I could see glimpses of pink skin through the openings. It just fed my curiosity all the more and had me stealing looks when I could. For 20 years that seed grew while sex became fairly routine and the new thrills faded, I became more determined to find more excitement. My desire to explore this unknown ground came to the surface when I learned that Eric had a very good job offer with a company in Texas and was going to be moving away. It was a bit of a shock to me, and I knew I would have to adjust to a big change. He had been perhaps my best friend for as long as I could remember, and now he was moving away. For the first time in our lives we wouldn't be just a few minutes drive from each other. Four days before he was to leave I stopped in to help him box things up, but mainly just to spend together some of the short time left. We had been moving things around and packing most of the evening when we decided to take a break. Eric reclined back onto the couch and I collapsed into the chair opposite him. We discussed many things and some about his trip. He was concerned about his new job and starting over in a strange place. He talked, but I only heard some of what he said since my mind was filled with the intense struggle of whether I should ask him or not. I must have gone to the brink about five times or so, only to back down and continue with other conversation. Each time I felt a strange relief that I had not taken the chance, only to be followed by desperation at the thought of the one opportunity to finally satisfy this awful curiosity slipping away. Finally something inside me said that I had to try regardless, or the wasted opportunity would forever torment me. This time when I spoke the words actually came forth. "Since you will be leaving for good there is one thing I would like to bring up," I had spoke and now I was committed. The world took on a strange surreal quality and everything seemed to go in slow motion as it sunk in that I was going to do this after all. He looked at me to let me know I had his undivided attention. I started as tactfully as I could, " Do you remember back when you were dating that girl named Danielle?" He continued to look at me, waiting for me to finish. "I keep thinking about the night you asked me if I would like to have sex with her." "Uh huh," he acknowledged, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I pressed forward, "I know that she left before anything became of it, but I keep thinking of how hard that must have been to ask me that out of the blue. You had to have been worried that I would have reacted negatively and called you a pervert or something. I mean it must have took some nerve to ask, didn't it?" "It was pretty hard to do," he answered. " You have no idea how long it took me to work up the guts to ask you that!" " That is what I figured. So if you could trust me enough to ask me that, then I thought that I could take a chance and ask you something that until now I hadn't dared to ask," I then paused. I took long enough that he was prompted to ask, "Yeah what is it?" "I'm curious to know what it is like to suck a dick," I blurted out. He had a completely blank look on his face that indicated complete bewilderment. There was no expression, because he had no face to present for such a disclosure. It was quite awkward and scary as hell. "I've got you scared now!" I joked to break the tension that could have broken me. "No," he answered plainly. "It is just something that I thought about trying and you are the only guy I trust enough to ask if you would mind being the receiver of a no-strings-attached blowjob." There was a long pause as what I asked sank in and he tried to collect his thoughts. "I'd have to think about it," he answered. "That is something that I never really thought about, so I can't just say yes, or no, without thinking it over." "O.K.," I agreed, but due to the tension I really had wished he would have said, "sure let's give it a try. Hell a blowjob's a blowjob!" right then and there and we could have gave it a shot without any extended nerve wracking over-analyzing or second-guessing. Then I added, "But before you make any assumptions about me, consider this; I am the same person I was yesterday as I am now. And the fact that I trust you enough to ask this says something about our friendship. Now that I have asked, I may never bring it up again." I then took a deep breath and tried to relax. "Whew! Asking you that may have very well been the hardest thing that I have ever done. Much harder than approaching a woman." We then changed the subject and chatted for another hour or so until it was time that I needed to be going. He saw me to the door, and I voiced my concerns about what I had said. He reassured me that it hadn't changed a thing between us and that it was no big deal. I lightened the conversation by firmly telling him that this didn't mean that I thought he was cute and that I didn't want to marry him after all. We had a bit of a laugh and said good night. The night before he was to leave I stopped in again. Most everything was packed away and he was set to go, so we just had time on our hands to sit around and talk. He had not so much as mentioned anything about our previous conversation so I thought with all this idle time on our hands it would be a good time for him to get back with me about it. There were many times there was a pause in the conversation, and I was sure he might be looking for a way to broach the subject, but he never did. I was going crazy. I didn't dare push too hard since even though he was moving away, he was still the best friend I ever had. How could I risk harming that? So I thought it would be best to let him give me his answer on his own. I couldn't imagine that anything would be too awkward for him to speak his mind with me about it, and I just couldn't bring myself to ask him a second time. Finally he stretched and said it was getting really late and he needed to be on the road early in the morning so we would have to call it a night. I tried to hide my disappointment and made my way to the door. I must have stopped a dozen times at the door and continued on with more small talk. Eventually I was out the door, and it was over. I slowly walked down the stairs of his apartment building and into the warm fresh air of the parking lot. I was in my car and ready to turn the key when I saw the light come on in the 3rd floor window that I knew to be his bedroom. I hesitated and debated again as to whether I should push my luck. His light stayed on. There he was, the night before he was leaving for good, reclined and comfortable, stripped down in the privacy of his room. The circumstances were all set, yet my one opportunity was about to slip away for good. "No it wasn't," I said to myself as I pushed the car door open again and marched back into the building. I was to the point of not caring when I reached his door. I then realized that I had not locked his door when I had left. I pushed it open slightly and poked my head in. I could see his light still on at the end of the hall. "Hello," I said. "Yeah!" I heard him answer from his room. I quickly entered and moved down the hall. To keep him from jumping up and trying to see who it was I said, "It's me again." "Oh," I heard him say as I reached the doorway and saw him relax back on the mattress again. I braced my hands on the doorway and leaned slightly into the room. "Umm... Have you thought about what I asked you?" I cautiously asked. There was a slight pause, as he grew serious. "Yeah, I have," he answered. It was just a split second before he continued, but it seemed like an eternity. "And I'm going to have to decline." My heart sank, and at the same time, was relieved of a terrible burden. "Oh! O.K.!" I nonchalantly answered so quickly that it was almost apologetic. "But not for the reasons that you might think," he added. "Oh? I think I know what you mean..." I began to think out loud as I quickly reflected to my concerns of our friendship. "The problem is, " he interrupted, " I don't think I could get it up". "Oh right," I quickly agreed as my train of thought fell in line with his. Then he explained, "I guess if there was another woman involved initially and I was put in the mood first, before you tried. But getting started with just you? You're like my sister, or one of the guys! Making out with either would be...well ...BLECH!" "That's understandable," I assured him. "To be honest with you, I don't think I could get into anything other that what I asked. But then I am not interested in that, only in the giving part. That is one of the reasons I am still secure in my sexuality, anything that I can get from a woman, I will get from a woman and it doesn't interest me as far as a guy goes. Yes, I do entirely agree about kissing a guy. BLECH!" "Hell, I often have a hard time really enjoying a good blowjob, not being entirely convinced that other women want to do it, much as less, you!" he added. "Yeah, I guess I kind of wanted to know what the big deal was myself. The way I have heard some women go on." I thought for a second then finished, "O.K. I didn't want to bring it up again but I didn't know if you wanted to say something about it but just found it too awkward." "To be honest, I thought about it for a day or two and then just sort of put it out of my mind. I wasn't really shocked by it. I just figured that things must have gotten a little boring for you. I didn't say anything to you, because you had said that you may never mention it again and I thought that you wanted to avoid it. " Then he aimed his words even more directly at me "And it didn't change a thing." "Thanks. And if you ever change your mind, promise that you will just let me know," I had to add. I had my answer. But looking back on it, I was too quick to run with that answer to lighten the atmosphere in any way possible. Was this the final test? This had to have been the best opportunity I was ever going to have and it still had not happened. I would just have to live with the thoughts of it and my imagination. It still took me some time to leave that night. We both acknowledged that it felt like if we finally said good night we were closing a chapter in our lives and a doorway to all those times from childhood to the present. I finally did say good night and returned to my simple lesbian life, but with a single unexplored desire. But my curiosity did not lessen at all. I found myself analyzing our last conversation on the topic and seeing what I wanted to see in it. He had not been negative about it. The comment about having a girl to get him turned on first seemed to leave the door open. I began to kick myself real hard for not trying Danielle when he asked. All he said was that he didn't think he could get it up. Perhaps we could try it and see. But there would have to be an urge for me to satisfy for there to be the sexual power I had imagined. I had completely misread my friend that I thought I knew so well. I had always thought of him as enough of a hedonist to let a willing party please him if they really wanted to. Having come that close and sharing my deepest secrets with him had just intensified the excitement. With all my thinking about it, my imagination relived that last night again and again, but this time he had been the hedonist I expected and said "What the hell. We can give it a try." I even tried to imagine if I could ever consider another dick to try, but I realized nothing like that interested me at all. Eric was really my only option for ever satisfying this desire. I was bothered by how I had led him to believe that I was just curious about sucking a dick, like it could be any dick. I felt secure in my sexuality, because Eric's was the only dick I ever wanted to suck. All I wanted was to check this out with the only person that I would ever feel comfortable experimenting with. I also wished I had made it more clear that this was absolutely all I wanted. After his comments about making out, he needed to know that I was not interested in touching him anywhere else or being touched myself. Anything that I could get from a woman, I really preferred to get from a woman. To give him a free blowjob is all that I wanted. But now my chances had passed and I didn't know how to ever bring it up again. Eric and I kept in touch as much as we could and he did real well at the new job. I got fairly domesticated after I settled down with a girl named Cindy, the one woman that would put up with my quirks. Eric eventually met a girl and got engaged. He brought Amber back home a few times and she seemed nice enough that I determined that my chances to ever satisfy my secret desire where pretty much dead. In fact it felt strange to know that I was the one woman Eric could spend time with and not bother Amber at all, and there were jokes about me being the best man at the wedding. Cindy just thought it was funny that I would want to hang out with him. This situation caused and interesting thing to occur to me. Both of us were beyond our wilder exploration days. The younger days of shopping for new partners and experiences had given way to our settled down life of committed relationships. Even if we could find younger people out there that could be interested in us, the risks of getting caught cheating on our other halves outweighed most of the temptations. But my blowjob would be safe; nobody would ever suspect or even imagine him getting such satisfaction from me. It would be very safe to say that we could trust each other and nobody would ever know. It was not just strings-free. It was completely risk-free! One evening when I was alone for the weekend and they had came back to work on wedding plans, Eric stopped in for a visit. The place that I rented had a semi-enclosed porch on the back where I had moved an old gaudy lime green sofa that had seen its better days since it dated back to our younger years. It was great for our old partying and was large enough to accommodate anybody. I should have just thrown it out, but I thought would be the best place for a guest to crash at my undersized place. Eric always got a kick out of seeing that old sofa again. Just a Blowjob Note: Due to some confusion from my editor I will point out, you guys get a sad face when she takes you out of her mouth. You do to though it's cute, and funny. ;) * Hands travel fast up his pants to the zipper, pulling it down then open. One hand sneaking its way in while the other pulls the pants down and free, half taking his underwear with. With a snort his shorts go the path of the pants before both hands grab at him. One wraps around his soft member, the other cupping his hairy balls I think he makes a noise as my hands move. One going up and down on his hardening bit, the other rolling balls to and fro, feeling the hairs against my flesh gets me excited, but this is just a blowjob. Mmmmm he is long enough now holding up his length in my hand I lean forward to take him into my mouth, but not yet. Instead I run my tongue around and around the head, feeling the soft flesh, tasting it on my tongue. I plant a kiss to it before pulling it higher to run my tongue down then up. Moving it about I repeat the process to get all of it moistened before guiding it toward my mouth again. Not in yet, no not yet, I breath on it softly, feel it tremble as my hot breath falls on it, feel it shiver as the cool air draws the moisture I put there away. Now, now it is in my mouth, just the head at first, tongue running over and around, hand wrapped around again going up and down. Head moving now, taking him deeper then backing away, I relish the feel of this hot piece of meat in my mouth, the taste adding fuel to the fire of my enjoyment. Fast then slow I move on him, he may be saying something now and then, though I can't hear him. My ears are filled with the heated enjoyment of taking a cock in my mouth, though quick glances upwards above the delicious piece of meat, above the hair, above the skin can see him looking, smiling down at me with glazed over eyes. Pulling off of him, I look up at him for a moment, smiling at his sad face before leaning in and kissing the end. I take just the head, my hand moving back and forth on him. The taste and feel of him on my tongue almost driving me to go down on him again, instead I stave off the urge, just tonguing at him while my hand moves up and down. My other hand holding, then rubbing on his balls, feeling the hairs, feeling the balls pressing into my hand then pulling up higher. I smile up at him he is enjoying this, enjoying me. My head moves again, tongue pressing into the bottom of his flesh as I move. Kissing my hand as it moves upwards when I lean forward. His hands move from my shoulders to my head, first running through my hair, sending tingles down my spine with the soft brushes over my scalp. Then his hands are pressing into my ears, fingers curling into my hair. My hand falls away as he starts to thrust. I moan as he moves, deeper and deeper, each fresh pump into my mouth eliciting more tingles. At last, he is touching at my throat, at first just pressing then retreating, but soon pressing further and further. Swallowing to allow him access, he goes deeper, expanding my throat, making me moan more. I am sure he is saying something, can feel the reverberations of his words through his flesh. Feeling even more of the tasty fluid seeping into my mouth now, the salty sweet taste a delight, I know he is soon to be cumming. His movements are speeding up, his hot cock shoving in and out of my mouth as fast as I can breathe, barely. I feel his meaty length swelling up, getting harder and hotter, driving deep then removing. Getting my hand onto him just in time, he shoves hard, his cock trembling and pulsing in my mouth. I feel the hot fluid flooding my mouth, spreading out as more and more is first shoved then flows. Teeth swimming in a sea of the tangy hot juices, my tongue darting around and around his head, I pull back until just the end of him is still captured. Feeling the hard meat cool down, then soften in my hand, I pull it free carefully so as to not lose any fluids. Smiling up at him, I swallow before standing up and reaching for the glass sitting nearby. Just a Blowjob We had some drinks and sat on the back porch and laughed. Of course Eric just had to sit on that sofa. I pulled up a beanbag chair and we talked into the early hours. At one point I got up to go to the bathroom and grabbed myself a drink before returning to my seat. After I sat down I apologized, "Oh gee, I'm sorry! I didn't even think to ask if you needed another." "Oh no, I'm fine," he answered. "Are you sure?" I asked, "If there is anything you need just ask." "Well I could use a blowjob," he said in a straightforward manner. At first it went right over my head as just one of those smart-ass things one says. But then I remembered that I had told him to let me know if he ever changed his mind. Was he screwing around or was he telling me what I think he was telling me? I looked at him and saw that smirk that he always got that was the equivalent of saying; "well what do you think?" He spoke again, "I have thought about it now and then, and I've figured, why not? Fuck it, it's just a blowjob!" I looked at him for a second, but not too long, I was not going to let this chance pass way for anything. I then said with a smile, "There's no time like the present. Hell it might make a good wedding gift for you, before you give that sort of thing up for good." He chuckled and I looked at the open area we were in and reached for the glaring light above us to give the comforting privacy that darkness would give. It wasn't total darkness with the other light sources spilling onto the porch but it definitely gave a better sense of security. This had been between us for all this time and we knew it would always stay that way. While I tended to the light I was very aware of him as he slid forward, reclined back on the couch and reached for the button on his pants. That's when the wall of adrenaline hit me and I became an instant bundle of nerves. There was no doubt that I wanted this, after all the time that I had waited and thought about it. But when it is imminent and is finally going to happen, wow, what butterflies dance in your stomach at that moment! But the butterflies were great addition to the thrill. This was something new after all these years! It was the same excitement that one feels the first time they explore sex. Terra incognito! I never thought sex would feel that way again. It was then that I realized that this was what had kept the curiosity going all these years. It had nothing to do with sexual preferences. It was finding one other thing that would make sexual exploration new and exciting again, as if it were the first damned time! Perhaps this is why he had changed his mind, we had known each other back when it was all new, so this was a chance to go back and do it all over again. Without hesitation I knelt on the floor in front of him and helped him undo his pants. I sat, almost frozen, with my head reeling as the sound of his zipper going down filled the nights silence. When his zipper was down I grabbed the sides of his waistband and he grabbed the front and slid them down as he lifted his hips to facilitate their removal. I hoped I wasn't too bold in taking them off him. I was barely breathing when I finally looked down at his bare crotch. I was so nervous I thought I might pass out as I took the opportunity to have a good look at what I had never really seen before, but had been stealing glances at for so long. Emerging from a bed of curly dark brown hair was 3 inches of flaccid pink flesh lying against his left leg. Soft, it was an inch and a quarter in diameter and terminated in nicely curved head. At its base one of his ample balls rested between his legs. After all this time, this was really about to happen. I thought I would work on his concerns and do some small things that may help him get into the proper frame of mind. That frame of mind, I thought, would be one of complete arousal to the point that his hedonism would be stimulated enough to override any of the awkward feelings or misgivings he may have. With my hand, I cupped his flaccid meat and his ample balls and warmly rubbed them as I bent down to bring my face closer and closer to its target. I was inches away and I knew he could feel my hot breath as he looked toward the ceiling through half closed eyes. I still couldn't believe this was finally going to happen and I wanted it like nothing else, even though my stomach was tied in tight knots. Pulling my handful slightly to the side I made contact with my nose in the crease of his leg. The outer edge of his thick curly pubic hair now tickled the right side of my face. The smell of his warm crotch was not at all unpleasant to me. In fact as a constant reminder of exactly where I was, it pushed my excitement to a higher level. I pushed my lips to his skin and mouthed the hair that met them. I continued to open and close my lips and nibbled my way to the base of his cock. I worked my way down and it to his balls. The soft skin brushed my chin and its long hairs teased me. I slid my lips to the bottom of his sack and moved my hand up, pushing his meat upward into his abdomen. I rubbed it between the flat of my hand and his belly. This left his balls hanging free for my exploring mouth. Very gently and very softly I opened my lips wider and engulfed them. I was very pleasantly surprised. As I gently sucked, I felt movement when the skin in my mouth tightened as his balls involuntarily contracted from an undeniably pleasant stimulus. His mind may have been unsure about this, but his body was doing what it naturally does. I thought of how appropriate it was that his body was going along with me on this, since it was his body alone that I was interested in, to satisfy my curiosity. His mind could remain my same old friend while his body explored this new frontier. I continued to cover his balls with the heat of my mouth, as I tried every inch of them. There were more contractions and I felt them moving farther up every time. Under my hand I could feel the blood beginning to course into his shaft, the skin becoming more taught and its length increasing. When I could feel his pulse under my hand I knew that what I was doing was definitely working, so I continued and intensified my technique. I thought to myself how I should do this. I would work him this way until his cock lay before me totally engorged and erect. The gentle friction of my rubbing would sensitize the top half of that shaft until it was red and aching for attention. His body would know exactly what it wanted, even if he didn't. And now I was sure that he was enough of a hedonist that his body would be able to convince him that if it feels this good, do it! The excitement of feeling him reaching full length was overwhelming. His balls were now pulled tight against the bottom of his column and I continued to work them from the bottom and the sides, leaving space for my hand to do its work. My hand definitely could not contain all of him now and I estimated that there must be about eight inches of that stiff flesh that I had wondered about for so long. Small subtle shifting of his legs and hips told me that he was in that uneasy state which comes about when you can no longer be still and ignore the sensations you are feeling. Things got quieter above me. Even his breathing got quieter as he tried to cope with the higher excitement that the potential awkwardness of the situation unexpectedly gave to what we were doing. The quasi-incestuous nature of it gave it an added forbidden thrill. I could feel the tension in his hips as all his lower muscles succumbed to my actions. My hand now felt hot in its firm rubbing and the ridges of his engorged head could be easily discerned under my touch. Then, as my fingers pulled back from his head down his shaft, the friction eased under my fingertips, causing my breathing to shallow. My rub was slightly lubricated by a drop of clear slick fluid that he could not hold back from rolling out of his swollen tip. I took this as my queue to change techniques. Sliding my fingers to the side, I wrapped them around his rock hard shaft and grasped it firmly. Slowly I pumped and squeezed, forcing blood up into his spreading purple head. The amount of heat I now felt on my face surprised me. I was going to do it now! Eric's long, fully erect cock was right in front of me and I was about to finally see what it was like to take it into my mouth. My hand continued a few short strokes as I slid my open lips up the bottom of his shaft. I shifted my hand to cradle the base and hold him upright, throbbing in the open air, anxiously waiting for more stimulus. I slowly worked my way up the underside of his pole along the pulsing ridge, formed by his main vein, that lead the way to my destination. I had put some thought into this and had tried to imagine the feeling of a pulsing, hot, swollen head, left standing in the cool air, needing to feel more, while a very warm mouth worked its way slowly up to it. The anticipation would be tremendous, as satisfaction approached inch by inch. I could feel every beat of his heart in the ridge between my lips, and I knew he could feel it getting closer. I then felt the swollen ridges that marked the end of my slow, eight-inch, journey and the beginning of the next experience. My warmth, now radiating onto the tight, shiny skin of his tip, brought it achingly closer. I moved up slightly, opened my mouth, and extended my tongue to make first contact. I slid just the tip across the slick opening and back into my mouth two or three times just to heighten the tension before the imminent plunge into relief. The teasing contact of probing, soft flesh across the very tip of his sensitivity made it achingly apparent that it was very much closer. On the last caress I slid my lips forward, instead of retracting my tongue, and met with the shiny surface. I knew my foreplay techniques had worked when I heard him uncontrollably inhale when that longed for suck slammed home. I will never forget the scorching hot, intense sensation as my mouth slid down over the head of my best friend's huge, stiff cock. I turned my head, to take him straight on, as the incredibly sensuous ridges of his wide knob slid between my lips. I widened my mouth and extended my tongue to cradle it in order to keep my teeth clear. The incredibly erotic feeling was so exciting, as the outer fleshy flanges of his flaring, mushroom head passed the corners of my mouth to form a nice, tight seal and planted itself inside. His head was shiny, slick, and slowly releasing more lubricant. It all combined to make a concentrated mass of coitus-like, super-sensual lust inside my mouth. I always loved eating pussy; this was like that, but with more carnal intensity. Ones mouth is really their most personal space, right there on your head, where your center of being and thought is. Eating pussy occurs outside of it, this was happening inside of it! All that sexual energy encapsulated in this eight-inch shaft provided a hot, wet, sexual action that was occurring inside my most personal space, where I could feel and experience it closer, and more vividly, than anywhere else. It was like a concentrated drug that gives you the intense high that you can't get from general forms of the same substance. Slowly I moved down tasting and experiencing as much as I could. He could feel the soft, warm, wet suckle engulfing him. I took him as deep as I could on that first descent and just absorbed what I had finally done. There I was in the relative silence of a warm spring night, on the floor in front of that couch, between my best friend's wide spread legs, with his full erection finally buried as deeply into my willing mouth as I could get it. The silence allowed me to concentrate on my other four senses and take them in. In my sight his abundant curly pubic hairs filled my field of view with a carpet of brown. The temptation of the desire, that I was now fulfilling, was the fact that it was different from my usual experience and the abundant hair that now brushed at my nose told me that the body I tasted for the first time did not belong to a woman, nor did the erotic scent that it held. I tasted the salt of his skin while feeling his heat on the inside of my cheeks and his pulse coursing on my tongue and it was almost too erotic to bear. I firmly enveloped him for a second or two before again sliding up, sucking back all the way. At the top I explored that well sculpted tip that had such a powerful erotic allure. This was, after all, the focal point for all that sexual energy. I slid my lips around on its smoothness and felt its warmth. I ran my tongue under its ridges and over its opening. All these sensations were too much for anybody to resist, regardless of the situation. After all the time that I had imagined his cock like this, it had surpassed my expectations. As a pure sexual, sensual object, it was magnificent! Its size and wonderful shape were an irresistible combination. I hoped it was as good for him. My willing mouth must have felt as good as any engorged, excited pussy, yet it could also move and manipulate him as it took him in. When other women had sucked on him he would have been occupied with looking at their bodies, and with what he also was going to do to them. Not this time. Now what should have been the distraction, of who was doing this, focused his total attention solely on every little thing that was done. He would feel this blowjob more than any other in his life. I formed a soft cup with my tongue and lips and very slowly, with minute actions I slid only his engorged head in and out with short sucks. I teased his head this way several times, then began to take it deeper. The next one passed his flaring ridges, then back up to caress his sensitized tip again. The next time would take another fraction of an inch of him into the moist heat of my mouth. And thus I continued taking him deeper while at the end of every upstroke I would stop and give just his head two, good, small in and outs to keep things more sensitive. I was so surprised at how much I was enjoying sliding my mouth up and down on him. I could have done it all night. By now my jaw ached from its open position and I didn't care, but I would give myself a small break by occasionally pulling him from my mouth, which wasn't easy, and descending to give each of his balls stimulation. I also did this for the effect it would have for him. Once again his huge throbbing cock was free in the open air, the heat leaving its moist surface. The cool night air made him very aware of my absence before the feel of the soft hot suckle, again touching the tip of him, ended this interlude. It would feel like the first time all over again as the heat descended over it. And I would do it very slowly. I would hold him upright and keep my tongue and lips together so that his aching head would have to part them as he entered. The spreading resistance of the heated, wet opening hesitantly yielding around his penetration would have to feel so damned good! Thus I continued exploring these new sensations for some time, hoping he was enjoying it as well. Then... " Have you had enough?" he asked. "Great!" I thought to myself, "he has had enough of this and not getting much out of it, he was just letting me continue to satisfy my curiosity." I began to slowly withdraw him from my mouth when he finished what he had began say, "because it feels good enough that if you keep it up I'm probably going to cum!" The words hit me like a tidal wave of adrenaline. I hadn't yet removed his head from my lips in my momentary pause to speak, but I did answer. Without even thinking, I plunged down again with unprecedented vigor. My actions spoke so much louder than words as I pumped with both my hand and my mouth. I realized the step I had just taken and the message that it clearly sent. He now knew that I was serious and wanted to finish what I had started. I had never witnessed a mans orgasm. How different was it from a woman's orgasm, with all of its physical manifestations? The moment of orgasm is perhaps one of our most personal and private experiences. We had laughed together, we had cried together. This was one of the few things that seemed too personal for us to be in each other's company for. Yet a woman, who barely knew us, could share it. I kind of wanted to see what I had been missing. After a moment or two of my coaxing him to our new goal, I thought of what he had said about how he didn't know if he could get into it, because some times it was difficult, not knowing for sure if a woman really wanted to do it. I never did anything halfway in my life, and after all these years of waiting for this I wasn't going to start now. I decided to make things clear and pulled myself from him to speak, "Remember that I was the one who asked to do this. So this is an opportunity for you to finally enjoy a blowjob with no doubts that the giver wants to do it. That could be your reward for letting me satisfy my curiosity." He looked at me with quiet smile then laid his head back as a signal for me to resume. I went back down on him, and reversed to start the up and down motion that would bring the desired result, increasing the pace with renewed vigor on each descent. I sucked and stroked his cock, while massaging his balls, to stimulate him to his limits and take him over the edge. In between plunging deeply down on him, I occasionally would still suckle and slide about on just his head area to sensitize it more and more. I continued to encase it between my lips and tongue while oscillating around it, so that all he could feel was the very soft pressure and rubbing of moist, contracting flesh milking the very tip of his throbbing cock. But the involuntary subtle rocking that began in his hips told me that he was sensitive enough. The foreplay had served its purpose, and now his whole body was geared towards a new purpose. The rocking grew into pumping as his cock pushed upward to meet the stimuli that it needed for relief. My hand and mouth now worked in unison as I gladly helped him in his motions. The pure excitement of it all seemed to have my thoughts one step behind. My heart skipped a beat as the logical train of thought slammed into the back of my head. Here I was, sucking and rubbing Eric toward the finale of a really intense blowjob. How does every good blowjob end? I had told him that I wanted him to cum and now we were close to it. I was used to making women cum, and enjoyed bringing forth those gasping waves of uncontrollable ecstasy. A man could display all of this, but a more dramatic sign in the ultimate release of all that uncontrollable lustful energy coming to one huge crescendo. There would be streams of white fluid from deep inside the epicenter leaving that shaft and taking all the tension of that super intense moment with it. I obviously had never seen a man cum, and to witness it was an experience that I was also curious to explore. Did he expect me to perform the ultimate act of oral sex? I had come to understand that men could find it disappointing for the person servicing them not to swallow it. I hoped he wouldn't be frustrated if I watched it shoot out instead. I was now determined to make him cum regardless. Any awkwardness or reservation was forgotten in the total commitment of the moment. His body needed release and I needed to get it there. I could hear his breathing quicken as he tried to contain it. His hands moved from the back of the couch to either side of him, palms down on the cushioned seat, to brace himself as he let go to the urges. The increasing wetness allowed his glistening cock to slide freely in my hand, which I now brought against my mouth to form one long, constricting, tunnel terminating at my throat. As his gorgeous meat left my mouth I would suck in and pull my lips and tongue over it, squeezing the head into my hand, with which I would continue the contraction until it was almost free. I would then reverse and open with slight resistance all the way until he was once again had penetrated deeply into my mouth. In a short time the tensing in his legs and stomach, with the occasional slight tremble told me that he was getting near. What hadn't we said or done in front of each other before this? Now we were going to experience this last ultimate private moment together. Just a Blowjob Sucking, pumping, stroking and thrusting, then... "Here it comes!" he quickly gasped either to prepare me or to warn me off. I could actually feel it rising in him, the surge coming from his balls and to his base, the rock hard tension in the area beneath. His head swelled and felt tight in my mouth and the now iron-like shaft, pulsed and throbbed in a new way on my tongue. I did hope it would not disappoint him to back off and watch the final eruption as it fell in beautiful streams upon his stomach instead of letting him feel his ejaculation into the hot, soft, wet sucking of a waiting mouth. The pulsing drew to a climax and I could feel his tip expand one final bit in my mouth. Time kind of stood still and I could count the final pulses of his flesh as it built up the pressure for his release. One! "The next one could be it!" I thought. I backed off until just his head lay between my lips, then hesitated. Two! Deep and long hidden desires overcame me. In my mouth! Was that what I wanted? Three! Yes! That is exactly what I wanted! Stopping now would have only created an awkward atmosphere of non-commitment to a half-hearted attempt. I wanted to plow through all the doubts and leave nothing but satisfaction that this experiment was worth it. In that book, all those years ago, that woman had taken this ultimate sexual act to its final conclusion. She had felt that forbidden excitement of all that sexual power released between her lips and on her tongue. I knew now that I wanted to feel exactly what I had read. For twenty years I had wanted to feel Eric's total release between my lips. To me, this was the wildest thing I had ever done, and I wanted to take it completely to its fullest extent. Oh fuck! I wanted to feel it! I wanted to taste it! And I wanted to swallow every drop he gave me. I slid back down on him and stroked to seal my commitment and let him clearly know my intentions. Four! Eric came! Tension upon tension had built up since this unique blowjob began, and it increased as the next step was anticipated. An eager mouth, skillfully raising that level again and again, had him needing release from all that unusual tension, worse than he had ever needed it. The itching ache from that pressure had spread from his throbbing head, down his shaft, through heavily laden balls to fill him. There was no place left to go but straight through this final barrier. The tension maxed out as it traveled up his spine pulling it into an arch. When it cut loose, suddenly it all cascaded back down to leave his body. The eagerness with which that mouth worked his liquid tension from him, despite whose it was, reminded him that all he had to do with this blowjob was let go entirely. He probably had never felt release quite like that before. How powerful must it have been to feel the surges leaving him into a mouth he had always trusted completely, and now freely accepted every bit? My head was spinning as I did indeed freely accept every bit he gave me. His unleashed tension was now filling me and my heart pounded so hard that I felt in my temples. I noticed the heat of it shooting from him as he orgasmed with total abandon. It truly was "no strings attached". With no emotional relationship hang ups to get in the way; it was just pure physical instincts cutting loose. The fact that we completely knew that it would always remain just between us permitted unrivaled freedom of those pure primitive urges. The intensity of it was unequalled. The burning, throbbing, writhing, basic, animal lust occurring right there in my mouth. The essence of the act of fucking, occurring as close up and personal as it was ever going to get. I do not know how I kept from also cuming from the sheer, unstoppable sexual power of it all. Once beyond the crescendo, I had slid down a little on him so that his now super-sensitized tip was clear of my lips and he could come down long and slow without overexposure to the strange and intense stimuli of his lifelong friend working it from him. Coaxing his spasms along, I would occasionally tongue-stroke the bottom of the most volatile area to release more and more. I wanted to stay there and feel it all for as long as I possibly could, but all good things must come to an end. So slowly I backed off and withdrew him while swallowing my prize. But desiring to be complete as possible, I slid my hand down and extended my thumb below his balls and ran it up the ridge that begins there. I squeezed from his base up to my mouth and shuddered along with him as the last unspent, pearly white drop left him into my departing lips. I reluctantly released him and backed away while the engorged shaft of glistening flesh bobbed slightly over his stomach. He was completely spent and definitely needed some time to recover. As I sat back and moved to my chair, his raging erection subsided from lack of anything more to give. I had to wonder why any woman wouldn't experience the same feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction of a job, that I felt, had been done very well for my first time. But then I had been years rehearsing it, in my mind. Like the artist experiencing all the agony and ecstasy of working her medium, then backing off and admiring her handiwork, I paused to take in what I had just done. It was just one more experience that we had explored together. Best of all it was safe, by trusting only each other enough for it, it was secret that would help cement the friendship. What could come between us after this? What could feel awkward after you have smashed all the barriers? There were definitely no unbreeched walls in our friendship now. I thought of nothing being too personal for us to share as I continued to enjoy the feel of the experience on my tongue. I let him have some time to rehabilitate then spoke, "That couch was always good for just about anything. Imagine the stories it could tell!" "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "Now do you need a drink?" I laughed as I got up to go to the kitchen and paused a the door to quietly say, " Thank you." "No problem," he answered. When I returned I made a point of freely talking about what had just happened. When I had brought it up before, and never spoke of it again, it kind of became an elephant in the corner, an awkward omnipresent thing that we never addressed. I hated that feeling of having anything that I could not talk to him about. Now we stayed up a lot later than we should have talking about nearly everything, like we did when we were kids. It was incredible how it really didn't change a thing. Or did it? We seemed to have a camaraderie that we had lost over the years. Like when we were younger and shared great secrets as we explored the world when it was new. There could be no barriers between us now and our friendship would only grow stronger as long as we could talk about anything. I am glad to say that I am still a lesbian, but that blowjob was everything I had expected and more.