Finally, a conversation I wanted to be part of was coming out of his mouth. I didn’t want him on my lips but there were another set of lips he could put the work towards. I smirked at my phone and set up our next meeting. 

You can all judge me if you want, but keep in mind my desert was dry. The bush was so dry it could start a fire. It had been so long since I was with someone. I wasn’t getting the emotional attachment I craved, at least not from men. But here, was a man that wanted to make me cum for the first time in ages and for free. I was not saying no. 

He pulled up to my place and I got into his car. I was dripping in anticipation. He pulled up to a deserted part of the beach and I crawled into his back seat and laid on my back. He joined me shortly after putting the car in park. I knew he was going to kiss me again, which he did. I swallowed hard as he made his way down my body kissing every part of me, my neck, my breasts, my stomache, my thighs, till he reached my crotch. While he was kissing me terribly all I could think of was how good it would feel if he made out with my other lips like that. It made it easier to bear. 

When I tell you, this man ate me up like it was his last meal on earth. I genuinely did not know that there were men out there that enjoyed eating this much. Like every other guy before him, didn’t even offer. He chomped on me so hard, I was weak. 

It started pretty slow, taking in the surface area. I could feel him sucking up all my wetness. It felt like he was cleaning the surface area before he began his meal. I inhaled and held my breath as he stuck his tongue into my clit. I took a sharp breath and grabbed his hair. 

Once he felt me squeeze, he went deeper. I groaned with pleasure, and squeezed tighter. 

One minute, then two, threee...ugh

“Don’t you want to come up for some air,” I thought to myself but said nothing. I breathed slowly, stifling moans that turned into groans when I held them for too long.

“You taste amazing,” he whispered into my crotch. I felt my blood rushing to my head and lost all sense of control. 

He began twisting his tongue inside me, then he nibbling on my crotch. I felt a rush coming through and I knew I was about to cum. I needed to say something. Right? It would be rude to finish without warning. 

“I’m about to cum,” I said breathlessly. He intensified his nibbling and pressed his tongue down on my clit, imitating a vibrator. I knew it was over for me. Before I could feel the rush of water grazing my thighs, he licked it all up. I giggled at myself. Before I could say a word or breathe. 

He flipped me over and tossed my salad.

I used to feel weird about giving or receiving head, the notion of being so close to a crotch threw me off. I also was having conversations with men that made it sound diabolical. Meeting someone who actually enjoyed giving head was mind opening for me. The effects of just that one encounter did so much for my self-esteem. It made me feel more confident in my body, and pushed me to take care of myself a lot more. 

Charlie was my first. I remember when he came over, I had no idea that was the direction we were going. “I have to rush back home, because it’s my sister’s birthday party,” he said breathlessly mid kiss. 

“Uh.. okay…” I was a little confused. Like what did he want me to do? It may just have been my messed up views on family dynamics but the amount of times he had mentioned his sister was a little scary. I mean the man just wanted to be with his sister and her friends all the fucking time. 

Mind you, he invited himself over. I was under the impression we were going to chill, and somehow I’m on top dry humping this man while he’s trying to rush me so he can leave to be with his sister and her friends. What a boner killer. 

I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough because he jolted up immediately, grabbed my waist and flipped me so that I was on my back. I flushed, I didn’t know he was that strong. He planted a deep kiss on my lips and grabbed my tits, before sucking on them. Tugging at them with his lips, It was heavenly.

He lifted up his torso and swiftly pulled me onto his thighs. My thighs were hanging over his as he deepened the kiss. All I could think of was “Mark me.” 

He laid me slowly on my back and started kissing my body over my slip dress till he got to my crotch. Removing my black lace panties off with his teeth. I closed my eyes in anticipation. 

Charlie grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders. This was a motion I was already accustomed to, but I was confused because his head was a little low. “Shouldn’t I be feeling his dick?”

“Oh my gosh,” I panicked, “I was getting head!” I screamed internally.

I held my breath and sucked in my stomach until I cramped. I don’t know why I did that, but I did. 

I wasn’t prepped, I wasn’t even shaved. How do girls act when they are receiving head? 

Then I felt it, his clumsy lips brushed my crotch and I knew he didn’t know what he was doing. I had never gotten head before but I knew this wasn’t good. 

He popped his head up five minutes and told me he had to go back home to his sister. 

He texted an apology, later telling me he was nervous. I accepted it, because what did I know? But I never saw him again.