0 comments/ 10321 views/ 2 favorites Saying Goodbye Ch. 02 By: twynn2257 "Hi there." I open my eyes to see Charlotte standing over me. She has a lit cigarette in one hand a half-empty bottle of Evian in the other. I watch as she takes a drag and then a swig. Drag. Swig. She's wearing a bathrobe that barely contains her breast and every move she makes is like a magic trick. Now you see them, now you don't. Another drag. Tits. A swig. No tits. It's absolutely mesmerizing. "Hello?" "Sorry." I manage. "Did I fall asleep?" "It's okay. But you need to get cleaned up." "Oh ok. Is Brad coming? "No. I told him I wanted to be alone tonight." I'm relieved. Before tonight, we hadn't done anything since Charlotte started seeing Brad and it was far too soon to be sneaking around. It would have been too weird. "I should probably get going anyways," I say. "You don't want to talk about what just happened?" Charlotte sits on the bed next to me. I notice she avoids the wet spots. "Um...which part?" I deliberately look down at the darkened sheets. "I guess we got out of hand." She says as she follows my gaze. "Yea, sorry about that. I don't know what came over me. Probably best not to talk about that." "We don't have to talk about it." She takes another drag, another swig. I get a better view of the peep show now that she's sitting. "But you seemed to like it. It wasn't gross?" I don't know how to tell her, but the truth is, I loved it. I think if it had been anybody else, I would have punched them in the face. But with Charlotte. I don't know. Not only did it not feel gross, it somehow felt right. It's like when we pull each other so close that every part of our bodies are touching. I like the idea of having every inch of my body covered in Charlotte. Enveloped. Drowned. As I think all of this, I start blathering without meaning to. This kind of thing isn't unusual when I'm around her. "When you did it. It's like every part of me is being touched at the same time. It feels as if you're kissing every part of my body. It's not gross. Not at all. Maybe it should be, but I don't feel that way. It just makes me want more. I want to be covered with you. It's like every pore is thirsting for you. For your juices. I want. I want it...all over me...every part of me. I can't get enough. I want you all over me." Charlotte finishes the bottle as she listens to my babble. She lies down next to me and says, "That's sweet baby. You still need a shower." Charlotte has a smile on her lips as she says this last bit, not seeming to mind at all that I need to get cleaned up. I pull her in, the thought of sex no longer on my mind. It's all about being together now and I enjoy the moment. The quiet familiarity. The warmth of her body. The sweetness of her embrace. "Do you want me to help you?" "Huh?" I mumble this, not quite hearing her voice. It sounds as if it's coming from very far away. My brain isn't able to function when she's snuggled against me like this. Charlotte has this amazing ability to make me feel completely relaxed and even as I think this, I start to nod off again. "Let me help you clean off." "What?" I ask. I'm more awake now, feeling the mattress shift beneath me. I open my eyes to see Charlotte stepping out of her robe and tossing it on the floor. The peep show is over. She's completely naked. "You're cock is still covered with cum, baby." "Charlotte, what -." She's on top and straddling me long before I have a chance to finish my sentence. I'm still soft and after the orgasm I just experienced, I'm nowhere near ready to go again. When my friends talk about their women being needy, they're complaining about excessive shopping or dinners out. Charlotte, on the other hand, is needy in a way that makes you wish you had a second dick. She inserts a finger in my mouth and without thinking, I immediately begin to suck. As I do, I feel the warmth of her pussy bearing down on my soft cock as she starts to grind. I so desperately wish I can get hard again. I ache to be back inside of her. To pump more of myself into her. I want this so badly. The warmth of her pussy is so inviting, so, so...wet? I look up and as I do, I see her lifting up. Just a bit. Just enough for me to feel a trickle of hot fluid on my cock. I suck harder on her finger as she inserts a second, and then a third. Charlotte's eyes glaze over with a dreamy look and I suddenly realize that my cock has come back to life. Not just a little bit. Not just semi-hard. It's a full-on rager. It aches. It pushes against her crotch in a way that is somehow painful and pleasant at the same time. I try to adjust. To maneuver myself into her; but instead she teases me. Her pussy moves this way and that. She pulls her fingers from my mouth and slowly put them in hers. The move is so provocative, so sexy, for a second, I just watch her suck on her own fingers; the thought of being inside of her temporarily forgotten. My imagination replaces those finger with my cock. I'm suddenly aware of just how hard I'm ramming myself between her legs. Grinding up as she grinds down. Each thrust a painful reminder of how sore I am and that I don't care. "Wait." She says. "I'm not done." I don't know what she means but just as I start to protest, she scoots herself up. Her wet pussy is centered over my stomach and I feel the warmth of it just above my bellybutton. My cock, now freed, springs painfully upward like some pornographic jack-in-the-box. "You like this." She says. It's a statement, not a question. "My juices made you hard again." "Yes baby." "Yes baby what?" "Yes I like it. I fucking loved it. Now please. I need to be back inside you." "No." "Please?" "When I'm done. But I've been saving it up for you." Her voice goes from a sweet tease to a coquettish whine. She bites her bottom lip and continues, "I needed to go so badly." She stretches out the last two words, half-imitating, half-mocking a valley girl. "But I held it in." "Yeah?" Charlotte nods, still biting that lip as if she were in the principal's office. "I had to go so badly but kept it all inside. All for you." "Baby, what are you... "You ready for me to clean you off?" "Baby, I --" I don't get a chance to respond. Instead, I feel the moisture of her pussy as she presses down hard against my stomach. It's warm and silky and wet. And then, without warning, a lot more than wet. A burst of hot fluid suddenly pushes down on my skin. It spills out and streams across my body. I feel the warmth pooling on both sides of me. Fluid runs down my inner thighs and I feel it snaking towards the crack of my ass. It's everywhere. I didn't think it could get any better than her hot spray on my cock, but the jet against my stomach is unbelievable. As it hits my skin, it awakens every pore. Every cell. It's as if my very skin is coming to life with her warmth. "Oh my God," I gasp, barely managing to get the words out. My cock is far past the point of aching and I try to reach for it. It feels like it'll spontaneously combust if I don't do something. But as Charlotte slows down to a trickle, she knocks my hand away, denying me self-gratification. Just as I think it's over, she arches her back, lifting her pussy. She plants one hand behind her for leverage and places the other hand between her legs, stroking furiously. From this angle I get a beautiful view of Charlotte playing with her pussy as it rises off my stomach. "Watch me," she says. As if I was capable of doing anything else. The whole experience is so strange. So exotic. And so goddamn sexy. It's like a wet dream. Literally. Everything seems to be in slow motion. Her frantic strokes become more deliberate. I can see individual droplets dripping from her pussy. Her cries become a distant echo somewhere in the back of my mind. "Tell me you want it," she whispers. "I want it baby. I want IT." As I say this, the hand on her pussy stops moving. For a second, just one fraction of a second, our eyes lock in perfect understanding. My hands dig into the flesh of her thighs. Waiting. Willing for this to happen. In what I can only imagine will be a scene that plays out over and over in my mind for the rest of my life, I stare in stunned silence. I see her chest tighten as she holds her breath. I see her eyes squeeze shut. I see the muscle in her biceps flex as her entire body waits in anticipation. And then, Charlotte lets go. I watch as a gush of liquid sails through the air. Sweet relief washes over Charlotte's face for an instant just before it contorts again with the onset of her orgasm. It seems to grip her entire body. When the hot shower finally hits me, it's pure ecstasy. If it felt unbelievable on my stomach, then the hot spray across my chest is nothing short of orgasmic. The feeling is indescribable. Helpless to please myself, I can only watch. Charlotte seems to sense this and arches her back even further, enough for me to grind my cock into her ass. I'm both grateful and frustrated at the same time, but that tends to be Charlotte's MO. She likes a good tease. I respond by digging my fingers deeper into her thighs and content myself with watching. The gush turns into a steady stream and then the stream turns into a trickle. As the orgasm racks through her body, it causes her flow to stop and start. Stop and start. It's as if she's alternating one kind of release with the other. It reminds me of the times I cum on her chest in just the same way. Pulsating shots, one at a time until her chest is entirely covered. It's only fair that she gets to do that now. And it suddenly is clear to me why she gets so excited to have me pull out when the time comes. Watching her release is incredibly erotic, even if it isn't exactly cum. Charlotte slumps over, planting both hands on the sides of my head for support. Her still-damp hair tickles my face and the smell of her shampoo is a stark contrast to the raw and dirty scent around me. When she is finally able, she opens her eyes and smiles down at me. A strand of hair covers my eye and she brushes it from my face. It's a loving stroke. An affectionate one. When she is composed enough to speak, she glances back to look at my cock and says, "Now you can jerk off." Charlotte stands up on the bed and I can't tear my gaze away from that pussy. I've described it as dripping wet in the past but that was always an exaggeration. Hyperbole. This time, her pussy is literally dripping. She turns herself around and sits back down on my chest. With her ass in my face, she leans forward grabbing my ankles. Charlotte knows that I love nothing more than playing with her ass, so this must be my reward. I scoot down to get at it just as I start to feel warmth around my cock again. This time, it's her mouth and tongue. I prop myself up to begin licking her ass and we sixty-nine. Her mouth on my cock, my tongue in her ass. I don't know how long we stay like this but after Charlotte cums a second time, I drop my head back down on the pillow. My tongue is exhausted, feeling like an overused battering ram. Charlotte lifts her head up to look back at me and says, "Why'd you stop?" "I just a need a second baby." "You shouldn't have stopped." "What are you going to do about it?" I tease. It's a bad habit of mine and by now, I should just know better. Instead of responding, Charlotte leans forward, ass high, and squirts on me again. I see it come out of her in hot, clear stream that drenches me. When it stops, I feel the tugging on my cock as she continues her oral work. How can she do so many things at once? Once again I feel the warmth of her fluid on my skin and trace its path down the sides of my body. My mind reels. A part of me knows that it is wrong and somehow, it doesn't matter. It feels so good and so right. It feels so...Charlotte. "Put that tongue back in my ass, NOW." Charlotte doesn't give me a choice. Instead of waiting for a response, she sits up on my face, smothering me with her entire ass. She pulls her cheeks apart for me and once again, I find my tongue buried deep inside of her. I can feel her pussy dripping on my chin and before I know what is happening, I sense another stream of liquid down the length of my body. How much water did she drink? From the slopping sounds, I can tell she is playing with her pussy, purposely splashing to cover every inch of me while pleasuring herself at the same time. I dig my face deeper shoving my tongue as far as it will go. I taste her ass and the sweetness that lies just beyond the rim. I go further, hooking my arms on her thighs and pulling down as far as I dare. My nose takes in deep draws of air between her up and down motion. I remind myself to breathe and as I do, I take in her scent. All of her. Her ass, her pussy, everything. When she finally gets off. My face. Charlotte lies down next to me as if nothing happened. My body is completely soaked and I have no doubt that the taste on my lips isn't just the sweet taste of her ass. She props herself up on one elbow and whispers very purposefully in my ear, "Don't ever piss on me again. Not unless you want me to cover you like a slut." She's clearly switched out of her valley girl mode and is dangerously close to sounding like Mistress Charlotte. Despite all of our sexual exploration, S&M is not something we've ever explored, but she starts talking like this when she's really horny. "Did you like being a little slut? Show me how much my little slut liked it." My left hand immediately shoots down and wraps around my cock. Even now, I am surprised at how wet it still is. How wet everything is. It makes it easy to go fast and I pump with all the fury of a sex-starved lunatic. A few times I get close, but Charlotte knows me well enough to know when to place her hand over mine; slowing my rhythm. As I continue playing with myself, Charlotte kisses me with more passion and intensity than I have ever known. She's clearly not planning on this night ending anytime soon. Charlotte's hand slips down past my cock and sneaks towards my ass. I know what she wants and I know I won't be able to fight her off. I don't even try. Like a good slut, my legs spread compliantly, letting her probing finger find the dark spot between my ass cheeks. It doesn't take her well-practiced hands long and before I know it, she has two fingers deep inside of me. I continue to stroke myself as she watches and her fingers match my rhythm. When I get to the point where I'm worried I won't be able to exert any self-control, Charlotte says, "Stop." I do what she tells me and even though I take my hand away, she leaves her fingers inside of me. We lay like that for what seems like a long time; though I would have happily stayed that way for the rest of the night. Charlotte does that to me. She has an amazing way of making me want whatever I'm getting. And believe me, I liked what I was getting. Finally she says, "I'm all nasty again. I'm getting back in the shower." With that, her fingers slip out of me without so much as an explanation. She sits up with her back to me and after a moment, she turns her head. She's sucking on her fingers. Those fingers. Oh My God. "You should come," she says and heads for the bathroom. It takes me a second to understand that she means I should join her in the bathroom. I'm up as I hear the water kick on and glance back at our mess. It looks more like a swimming pool than a bed and that thought makes me smile. Instead of being in the shower, I see Charlotte bent over the tub, checking the temperature of the water accumulating inside of it. The rushing water makes it easy for me to sneak in and she doesn't hear me. Without thinking, I immediately get on my knees behind her and begin licking. I don't go straight for the prize. Instead I quietly drop to the floor and begin kissing the back of her thighs. Wet, sloppy kisses that make her gasp, at first in surprise and then, delight. I work my way up to her ass cheeks and then begin getting more aggressive, using more teeth. I suck and nibble my way across the entire area of her round ass, making sure I cover every inch. As I do, Charlotte bends over even further and with one hand, pulls aside one cheek to give me better access. I refuse her and instead, tease her ass with more kisses and more nibbles. Everywhere but the spot she wants. I notice her frustration mounting with each lick, and Charlotte begins moving her middle towards my tongue; only to have me begin licking the other side. "C'mon, baby, give me what I want." She leans over even further, using both hands now to expose her perfectly puckered and gorgeous hole. Because I am in an either a playful mood, or completely masochistic; I abruptly get up, position my cock, and let loose with a gush of hot spray that has been building up inside of me. It hits her exactly in the spot that I intend and I move even closer to let her feel the jet. Not in uneven, orgasmic squirts; but a steady stream that flows out of me like a hose. TBC. Saying Goodbye Ch. 03 I'm not surprised when Charlotte, instead of trying to get away, pushes all the way back until her asshole is touching the tip of my cock. I glance down to see that we're standing in a pool of my own fluid and smile. When my initial stream peters out, Charlotte leans all the way forward with both hands on the tub and looks back at me. "Look at what you did." "I'm not finished," I say, stealing her line from before. I let go another stream and this time, I splash it all over her. I move it from cheek to cheek, and a few times, run it up the length of her back. The flow isn't as strong as before, but it's effective enough to cover her bottom. Charlotte turns around and looks at me coldly. I can't tell what she's thinking and I wonder for a second if she's pissed. Well, she most certainly is that, but I guess I'm wondering if she's mad. Without saying a word, Charlotte abruptly walks out of the bathroom. Her backside is still dripping and I see traces of her wet feet on the tile. Without thinking too much about it. I slip into the tub with barely enough water to cover my backside. I turn the faucet labeled "H" on full blast. Before I'm even settled, Charlotte is back with two bottles of champagne in her hands; both uncorked. She doesn't say a word. Instead, she places both bottles down and shuts off the water. She sits down on the vast expanse of tile that surrounds the tub. It's a one person tub, but it's the sort that's large and oval, with Jacuzzi jets along each side. If you're really determined, you can fit two. We've spent a great deal of time in this tub over the past year and we've become experts in maneuvering in it. "Why'd you turn off the water?" I ask. Charlotte replies with a patronizing "Shhh" and takes a swig of Champagne. I reach for the other bottle, but she quickly slides it away. She takes another swig and to no one in particular says, "Champagne makes me piss like a race horse. It always has." "I think it's the bubbles." She still hasn't looked at me. Instead, she takes another swallow straight from the bottle. "They irritate the bladder or something. I never drink it at parties because I'm always running off to the bathroom right after each glass." She finally turns her gaze to me. "It's inconvenient to always need to go. Especially when you have company." She cuts me off as I try to speak and continues. "But I guess, you're not company." "No?" I manage to mutter. "No, you're the guy who pissed on me when I told you not to. Twice." "Well, to be fair, you only said it after I did it the first time...so technica-" I don't get to finish. Charlotte gets up and stands over me, her pussy dangerously close to my face. "Are you being smart?" "Uh, no." "I think you were being smart." "No, I swe-" She squats down over my cock and lets go. A quick stream that feels hotter on my cock then the water in the tub. Now I understand why she turned off the water. She wanted me to feel her jet. "That, was for pissing all over my ass." "Ok, truce?" "I brought both bottles in for a reason." "You can't drink two bottles of Champagne," I say. "No, you're going to help me." With that, she takes another swig and then leaning over my dripping face she reaches down and takes hold of my chin. She turns my face up and the look on her face makes me realize she wants me to open wide. As soon as I do, she drips the contents of her mouth into mine. "Swallow." I swallow, and she does it again. "That's a good slut. Now you can have some fun." She kneels down over my cock and position herself. We've done this a million times before but a voice in the back of my head whispers that it may be the last time. That I need to make it last. I draw out every sensation, every squeeze and every slip, every nanosecond that stretches across the eternity of this minute. It's as if all of our past lovemaking was designed to culminate into this one moment. I take that soft slippery slide with every fiber of my being. Charlotte rides me slow. It's a completely different experience from the frenzied sex-crazed woman she was before. As she pumps her hips, she takes swallow after swallow of Champagne. I get at least half the contents of her mouth with each swig. When we get through the first bottle, she puts her head against my shoulder, still straddling my cock and whispers, "Did you really like me pissing all over you?" "Mmmmm," I respond. I'm still relishing the feeling of each stroke inside of her. She lifts her head and lock her eyes onto mine. "You want more?" "Oh my God yes!" She looks at me seriously and then stands up, her pussy looming over me. "Come close," she says. I sit up in the tub and my face is directly in front of her. She grabs the back of my head and pulls it lovingly against her pussy. I stroke it with my tongue traveling the length of her slit from top to bottom and then back again. I part her lips and suck the part of her that loves to be sucked. The grip on the back of my head gets tighter and I feel her crumble over me. She lets loose a long "uggghhhhhh," and then she straightens herself. Charlotte turns my head up at her and looks at me deeply. Her eyes fixed on me as if in deep concentration. "It's not gross?" I don't respond. I just shake my head. As if to prove the point, I give her pussy a deep kiss with lots of tongue. She pulls my head away, fighting for breath. Her voice getting husky now. "And you want it all over?" Again, I respond by running my tongue over her slit. Her breathing starts to get very heavy. "Tell me where you want it." Instead of responding, I wrap my mouth tight around her pussy this time, making it impossible for her to pull me away. I suck her clit so hard I'm afraid it'll come off. I push my tongue deep inside of her and get the taste of her on my tongue. Charlotte moans, but exercises enough self-restraint not to cum again. She repeats in a gasping voice, "Tell me where you want it. I really need to go." I sit there for moment, staring at Charlotte's beautiful pussy just inches from my face. I quickly look down at my aching cock, my hand wrapped tight around it. I hadn't realized I've been jerking off. Finally I look up at her anxious face. I can tell she is desperately trying to hold back the Champagne and I say, "I am showing you where I want it." I push my face back into her pussy. This time I bring both hands up and pull her ass towards me. I don't know what to expect. All I do know is that I have a sudden and inexplicable urge to have her spray my face the way she had my stomach and chest. Not from across the room, not even from inches away, but directly against my skin. I grip her ass so tightly that it makes it impossible for her to move. With my right hand, I reach back to the crack of her ass and settle my middle finger directly on her asshole. I try to work it inside of her, even as my tongue tries to do the same in the front. Without looking, I can feel the muscles in her back tighten as she arches back; pushing her pussy even closer to me. I hear a muffled, "Oh God...I can't... I can't hold it...Oh ....My ....God." I wish I could say that I crossed the line with that little stunt. I don't want to be the guy with that fetish. I wish I could say it was too much. That at the moment it hit me, I instantly regretted asking for it in the way that I did. I wish I could say that I suddenly realized it was not okay to want this. I wish I didn't find Charlotte so desirable. I wish.... It hits me with all the force of a garden hose, splashing against my cheeks and running down the side of my face. Instead of pushing away, I grip her ass tighter, pulling her pussy even closer to me. The rush is amazing. My heart hammers inside my chest. In all my life, I have never felt so dirty, so nasty, so utterly and absolutely gratified. I lose control of my senses. Reason goes out the door and I can't tell if it's been ten seconds or ten minutes. I don't want it to end. I turn my head left to right, up and down. I don't want to waste a drop. I want every inch of my face covered. And before I realize it. Before common sense and good judgment can take hold, a dangerous thought enters my mind. It overcomes me. I wonder what it tastes like? Before I can stop myself, before Charlotte runs out, I open my mouth. I close my eyes and feel the pounding of her nectar against my tongue. I feel the splash of fluid all over my face. I feel it drip down my chin. And I swallow. Again and again. Drinking her nectar as if from a fountain. At last it slows to a steady trickle and suddenly, I find myself disappointed. Not because the experience has let me down, but because I don't want it to end. I hear Charlotte catching her breath as she wheezes, "Oh baby. Oh baby you're so nasty." "I know," I say and motion her to come back to me. She does. Charlotte moves her pussy over my face and forces herself down on my waiting tongue. I don't waste any time. I gorge myself on her pussy. I lick all the way down her slit and then back up again. I do this again and again, kissing and licking my way through every inch of her pussy. When I finally get to her clit, I wrap my lips tightly around it. I hear the muffled screams of her orgasm, as her thighs tighten around my head. "What did you do?" Charlotte asks in disbelief. She steps back, finding the edge of the tub and sitting down. I look guiltily at her, not knowing if I've crossed the line. It's one thing to fool around and spray each other; but it was a completely different thing to have licked her spraying pussy. "I--," I try to come up with something funny to say, but her face looks beet red. "What did you do?" She asks again. "Was I not supposed to do that?" I ask, not really caring at this point. "I've never cum like that in my life! Oh my God, I almost passed out." I sit there, a stupid grin across my face. A face that must look completely soaked and ridiculous. Charlotte puts a tentative hand on her crotch and her eyes immediately flutter. "Oh my God, I think I'm still cumming." "You liked me doing that?" I ask. Charlotte reaches deeper between her legs, pushing hard against her pussy as she massages it. "Liked it? I needed to pee so badly and then I don't know. It was like I was cumming and peeing at the same time. I've never felt anything like it. I didn't even finish peeing." "No?" I say, a stupid grin crosses my face. I get up almost immediately, my protruding cock leading me towards her. Charlotte spreads her legs out of the water and places a foot on each side of the tub as I guide my cock against her open pussy. "Wait, I really need to finish peeing." "Do it while I'm inside of you." I don't know how this is going to work, but instead of letting her respond, I shove my raging cock deep inside. We let out a collective moan as I begin thrusting myself in and out of her. Charlotte's pussy is so wet that I have to move in small, precise motions; worried that my cock will simply slip out. Charlotte lays back on the tiles surrounding the tub and I go deeper inside of her. When my cock finally does slip out, a gush of fluid shoots out with it. Before I have a chance to process what's happened, my cock is already back inside of her. She pushes me out and again, and another stream of liquid hits my stomach. I look at Charlotte's face in amazement but I see that she has already gone to orgasm heaven. I shove my cock back inside of her and repeat the process, each time making her wait just a little bit longer. Finally, when I can no longer take it, I pull myself out and begin smacking my cock against her clit. It makes a sound like wet hands clapping. "Oh my God, Oh my God...I have to let go. I have to let go." She does. All over my cock and hands. The rush of liquid is warm against my balls and although it's slightly more than just a trickle, it's enough to remind me that I had quite a bit of champagne myself. There are only a few occasions when I can piss when my cock is hard, but this was apparently one of those times. Without thinking, I push the tip of my cock against her clit and spurt a torrent of hot liquid on her. Charlotte's eyes pop open. "Oh my God!" she screams again, her hand flying to the top of her pussy, feverishly manipulating the flood of warmth against her clit. When I finally finish, she stares at me in wild amazement. "Holy shit that felt good. Do you have more?" "No," I say. "But I am going to cum all over you." I plunge my cock back into her pussy, wanting to feel the warmth and wetness of it again before I completely lose control. It doesn't take long and in three strokes, I know I have to go. "Pull it out. Pull it out." She begs. "I want it on my face." I step back to give her room in front of me. Before the first rope of cum flies out of my cock, Charlotte is on her knees, her mouth open. It sails past her face and lands somewhere on the top of her head. The second gush plasters her right cheek. The third on her chin. The fourth, her forehead. I purposely aim away from her mouth until the seventh or eighth stream, but by this time, she has my cock fully engorged in her mouth, taking it deep in the back of her throat. By the time I'm done, Charlotte is greedily milking the last bits from me. My cock is so sore that I have to pull away. The flaccid remnants of my raging cock now hanging limply between my legs. It's still leaking cum and Charlotte stares at it greedily. "You pissed all over that cock." I say, trying to divert her attention. She stands up facing me and replies, "Good. So you won't have a problem kissing me." She leans in, her mouth open. I open mine in return and take her tongue into my waiting mouth. We alternate, running our tongues into each other's mouths to explore every inch before allowing the other person the same pleasure. I taste my own cum and I'm sure that she tastes her own juices, but neither of us care. It's a kiss like no other. Nasty and passionate. Loving and lustful. Our emotions mix like the fluids of our body. It tastes both bitter and sweet. It tasted, like love. **** It was 1 am by the time we cleaned up and found an old comforter to put over the bed. I light a cigarette while Charlotte brushes her teeth. I sit on her couch and wander if I should stay or go. Before tonight, I was resigned to re-upping my Internet porn subscription but now, I wasn't so sure. I certainly wouldn't be logging on any time soon. The thought of touching my cock right now made it hurt. I decided I would go. Tonight had been unbelievable but I was a bit worried that Charlotte would have regrets. There was a reason we weren't together and one night of insatiable sex wasn't going to fix that. I was also a little embarrassed about the bathroom fiasco and didn't know how she was going to react. I never thought that Charlotte would have crossed that line, but then again, I didn't ever think I would have either. Would she really be able to look at me knowing that my head had been between her legs while she.... I try to shut the thought down before it can take hold. Not only had there been no regrets, I had loved every second of it. Even after a shower, I can still imagine Charlotte's hot juices running down my chest. I lick my lips and imagine I can still taste her pussy. I close my eyes and relive the gush on my tongue. Christ it was so hot. So good. So Charlotte. Oh well, so much for shutting the thought down before it could take hold. I can usually go for a long time, but I don't normally cum more than once a night. Charlotte had gotten me off twice already and there was no way I was going again. If tonight had been our last time, it was a helluva way to end it. It was completely satisfying in every way and I was happy with myself that I had taken the initiative. Still, the idea of that warm rush.... Just as I begin reliving the entire night in my head for the twentieth time, Charlotte opens the bathroom door and says, "Ready for bed?" The tone in her voice is so chipper I hardly know what to say. I pause for just a second, but that's all it takes for her to sense the hesitation in my voice. She says, "You're not planning on staying, are you?" "Weren't you the one who said we should just be friends?" I ask her cautiously. "We seem to have some unresolved issues." "They'll always be unresolved." I say. "I'll always want you." Charlotte sighs in response to this. It's not a sigh of exasperation but one of understanding. We were stuck and we both knew it. Finally, she says, "Can't we just sleep on it? What happened happened. Let's just figure it out tomorrow." It's a good argument and I don't have a good reason why I need to leave, so I say, "Alright." She comes over and kisses me. It's a sweet kiss and one I'm not likely to forget. We go into the bedroom and as I pull back the sheets, I have a flash of her sitting on my chest, letting her inhibitions go with the juices from her pussy. I try to shake the thought but it's not easy. We lay in our favorite position. Me on my back and Charlotte draped on top of me, with her right leg resting between my thighs. For good measure, she throws her right arm over me and wraps it tight around my chest. Our faces are close enough to kiss and we do. Sweet goodnight kisses that send me to another world. One made only of Charlotte's lips, tongue and wet mouth. At that moment, I know of nothing else. We're both so tired that we begin to nod off, our lips still moist and pressed to one another. It's a glorious feeling and I think to myself that I could lie like that forever. Right before sleep takes her, Charlotte's body jerk and I instinctively lift my head. Our bodies are so close that I feel like we've melted into one being. Breathing in one rhythm. We've crossed the lines of sexual bliss into pure oneness. It makes perfect sense that we are sleeping in this way. After tonight, we really have shared everything. I tilt my head just a little, just enough to reconnect our lips and to breathe in her breath. In that motion, a line of saliva drips from her mouth into mine. I don't avoid it. I kiss her sleeping mouth and lick the drool from her lips. I want her saliva in my mouth. I want the two of us to be the sharing the same breath, the same mouth, the same fluid. I want her. Her eyes flutter open as I suddenly realize that I am kissing her harder than I intended. Her tongue slips back into my mouth and another avalanche of saliva goes from her mouth into mine. This is so sexy to me, but Charlotte tries to pull away, embarrassed. I don't let her. I dig my hands deep into the back of her head and pull her even closer to me. I move from kissing to sucking, drawing the very breath and moisture from her mouth. There is a vague unease between my legs, but I'm not exactly horny. My cock is still limp from its overuse and I don't mind. I don't want to fuck her, I just want to be with her. She finally relents and we have such a deep and passionate kiss that we forget its very early in the morning and that we are very tired. Finally she pulls away and I swallow the spit from her mouth. She tastes so very sweet to me and her saliva reminds me of the other thing I've had in my mouth tonight. My heart does that fluttering thing again as she looks at me, wondering what I am thinking. I beat her to the punch and I ask, "What are you thinking?" "You'll laugh." "No," I retort, "I want to know." "For a second there, I felt like we were one person. After tonight, after everything we did. I feel like we've become one." I stare at her in amazement, not able to respond. She continues, "See, I told you you'd laugh." "I'm not laughing." "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Because I was laying here so close to you and thinking the exact same thing." Saying Goodbye Ch. 03 Suddenly things have become very serious and she pops the question. In an entire year of unforgettable sex, the question has never come up. "Do you love me?" "Baby, I let you pee all over me." She starts to protest, wanting a straight answer but I cut her off. "I'm not finished. I let you pee all over my body, my legs, my chest. I let you pee in my mouth. And did I think it was disgusting? No. I thought it was incredibly sexy. No....that's not right either. It was sexy, but it was more than that. It was as if we crossed an invisible line. Not in a bad way. I dunno. I guess what I mean is, it's like we crossed over from being different people into becoming one person. It was piss but it was more than that. It was, it was like you were pouring yourself all over me. Into me. I knew the second it happened that we'd never be the same. That we shared what we could never share with anybody else. This isn't a fetish for me. It's I dunno. It's...it's just that, well I loved it because I love you and everything about you." "Wow...I ....I don't know what to say. I was so worried you'd think it was disgusting." "But that's just it. It can't be. Something that's that's so personal. That's so ...so purely you...you chose to share it with me...how could I possibly think it was disgusting?" "I love you baby. And I want you to have me. Every bit of me. I want every drop of you too." We kiss again and just as I'm getting into it, she pulls back and asks, "It turned you on right?" I smile, and say, "Tell me what you did standing over me." "I pissed on your face." "And?" "And you opened your mouth and sucked my pussy. You...you...drank me. I came so hard." I take her hand and put it on my cock. The words coming out of her mouth has brought new life to it. She takes it into her hand and begins stroking it, slowly. "And did I taste good baby? How did I taste?" she whispers into my ear, stroking my cock steadily faster. "It tasted...it tasted...like nothing I've ever tasted....so warm...so...so pure.. so you. I wish I had that taste on my lips right now." "Yea?" "Oh yes...but not tonight baby. I don't think my cock can take anymore." "Ok baby, tomorrow then." "What about you? How did it feel for you?" "I dunno. Like what you said. Only....I felt so insecure. It was hard at first but when I finally let go....Goddamn it felt so good. And instead of pulling away. When you begin sucking on my clit.....Oh my God. It was scary. I'd want to cum like that every day if I could." I move to kiss her but she pushes back. " Ok baby, I have to get up for a second. All this talk...it's making me want to." I hold her tighter. "Seriously baby. I'm not joking." "Me neither." I hold on. I feel her pussy against my thigh and suddenly, I don't think I can pass it up. I was able to find my self control before, if only to rescue my poor cock, but now that the temptation has come back, I can't help myself. "Let it go baby." She does. She does it while she grinds my leg. Moving up and down and covering my entire thigh. Her pussy always feels hot when she lays like this but now the heat is incredible. I get the familiar feeling of her running down my thighs and dripping to my backside. My ass starts to get wet and I push back with my thigh. It only lasts for a few seconds but my cock becomes incredibly hard. "I want more." I am practically groaning. She gets up on her knees and lets go another tiny stream, this time aimed towards my cock. She mostly hits my thigh, but I catch enough of it to rub it on my cock. She puts her hands between her legs and says, "Do you want this all the time?" "Yes," I say, "Yes, yes yes!" "Prove to me you like it." I start to jerk harder, but she shakes her head. She takes my hand and places it between her legs and moves it back and forth, making sure to cover every inch. Then she guides it back towards my mouth as she lays back down on top of me. I suck on my own fingers greedily and before long, she does the same. We kiss, the faint taste of her pussy between our lips. As we do so, I get her to lift up just a little bit so that I can get a second helping. She beats me to it and now we are licking and sucking her fingers. Finally I say, "I love it baby. I want to taste it when I wake up and fall asleep with it on my lips. I want to drink you up." "You'll have it. Every drop. But for now, I want you to sleep in it. Just like that. All wet and covered in me." She dips her hands between the sheets one more time and then wipes her fingers across my entire face. They end up in my mouth and I don't let them out.