Brook used a feather-light touch to trace every muscular bulge and ripple. She leaned forward and sucked my nipple into her mouth while playing with the other one. Brook then switched sides. I wondered if she’d learned this from Cindy last weekend or was working from my playbook. Brook looked up and made sure our eyes were locked.
“I’m going to rock your world,” she promised.
I shuddered in anticipation as she began to go downward, all the while licking and kissing my stomach. When Brook reached my beltline, she looked up again as she undid my pants. She soon had them around my ankles. Brook gave me an evil grin when she saw that I was already aroused.
She began to tease me with little tugs, running her fingernails down my length, sucks, licks, and kisses. Brook was about to drive me crazy with desire. In the back of my mind, I vowed that I would pay her back. It was all I could do not to beg her to help me with my release.
Without warning, Brook took me into her mouth. My hips twitched, but the sudden pain kept me from becoming aggressive. I loved how Brook didn’t do the basic in-and-out. Right now, that would have been fine, given how ramped-up I was. Her tongue was alive, and she used varied cadence, depth, and pressure.
It all became too much, and I had a tremendous release. For a teenage boy, going almost two weeks caused a bit of buildup. I think Brook thought my goal was to drown her. For me, it was one of the best orgasms of my life.
We took a break, and I poured us some more wine. We talked about inconsequentialities to give Mr. Happy a chance to recover. I was impressed that she’d been able to bring him down like that. He seldom failed to be ready to go after my first orgasm. When he began to stir, Brook noticed.
“My turn!” she announced.
I lay down on the living room rug, and Brook crawled on top of me. As long as I was flat on my back, I was okay. I had an issue if I tried to twist or turn. I’m not sure what hurt more when I moved wrong, my hip or my cracked ribs.
We made out until Brook’s desire got the better of her, and she decided I needed to return the favor. She planted herself on my face, and her thighs clamped down on my head to hold me in place. I grabbed her butt to help guide her as I orally pleasured her.
I was doing a great job if I do say so myself because she was making her happy grunting noises. That was when I figured out I had a problem. There was the exquisite feel of someone mounting Mr. Happy. I froze. Brook didn’t like that at all. She thumped my forehead to let me know I needed to get back to work. With her thighs clamped on my head, I hadn’t heard whoever was using Mr. Happy for their pleasure come into the room.
It was distracting, not knowing who the mystery girl was. I quickly ruled out several options, either because they had boyfriends, or because Brook would never allow them near me. It had to be someone she was comfortable with. In the back of my mind, I hoped that she felt a little attraction for them. Guys really are everything bad that women think of them. Our fantasies run straight to the gutter if given a chance. The scary part was that I suspected women were even worse.
Then I eliminated anyone who didn’t know the code to get past the gate. Cassidy was the first name that popped into my head. Brook had already allowed her to have sex with me. I also knew that Brook wasn’t worried about her trying to steal me away. What Brook didn’t realize was that if Cassidy decided now was our time, I would be hard-pressed to turn her down. In the end, Brook would win out, but I would have to think about it.
Maybe it was Peggy coming back with the little ones. She’d gone to Pam’s to take the boys swimming, but I thought she was going to her parents’ house afterward. While Brook knew Peggy, I wasn’t sure she would feel comfortable getting naked with her.
Pam was a possibility. Brook had bonded with her, Zoe, and Halle last year. I was still amazed they hadn’t had more issues than they had. Pam was also Coby’s mother. I remembered the first time for Pam and me. It had been very similar to this on our annual destination football game trip.
I didn’t think it could be Zoe or Halle. Zoe and Johan seemed to be building something, and I didn’t expect she would just climb on to Mr. Happy. While Halle would, she was in LA.
Then a tingle ran up my leg when I thought it might be Jill, Phil’s girlfriend. The only hole in my logic was that she didn’t know the code to get in, and I couldn’t see Brook allowing it.
Then it struck me. It must be Tracy. She liked girls and wasn’t shy around me. If she walked in on us, she wouldn’t hesitate to join in.
Brook finally had her orgasm and rolled off to my side. I looked down and saw it was Pam. My surfer-girl had lost all her baby weight and looked great. I wished I could be a more active participant, but it didn’t seem to matter to Pam.
“Hurry up. I want a turn,” Brook scolded her.
“Almost … almost … there,” Pam huffed.
