I have to remind myself to breathe as I bend down and bring my face between her legs. I inhale and find that the flower smells as pretty as it looks. With both thumbs, I stroke down past her curls and over her outer lips, remembering to keep my touch gentle. I want to bury my face in her pussy, but instead I use the tip of my tongue to gather a taste of her honey.
Fucking delicious, and I can’t stop there.
18
Autumn
Garrett, my coworker, who before today, had never even seen my bare shoulders because it’s against our company’s dress code, now has his face between my legs and his tongue gliding over my bare pussy.
Meanwhile, two men I’ve only just met have been sucking my breasts like they can’t get enough.
It’s the stuff of fantasies, and none of it seems real.
In the future, my fantasies will also include Trevor giving tips to Garrett on how to pleasure me. I don’t know quite how to describe why it’s such a huge turn on, but it absolutely is. It’s like they’re talking about me as if I’m not really here, or as if I’m simply a prop in a sex ed class, and Trevor is the instructor. The thought of all of their eyes on me, like I’m on display for them, like my body is theirs for the taking — I don’t know why, but it has my pussy wetter than it’s ever been.
Garrett runs his tongue along the length of my labia, first one side, then the other. It feels good, but it’s hard to tell whether it’s the physical sensation that’s turning me on, or all of the thoughts swirling in my head. Both, I decide.
“Did you find her clit?” Trevor asks Garrett. “They like to hide.” Another finger, Trevor’s, touches me down there, and spreads my folds near the top. “Here. Lick here,” he says. “Flick your tongue over it gently, slowly at first, then faster.”
At the first touch of his tongue in this new spot, my entire midsection stiffens in shocked bliss. My hips rise off the bed all on their own, pressing into Garrett’s face.
“Oh, fuck,” he says, his voice full of the same pleasure I’m feeling.
“Do it again,” I say, my voice a tiny squeak.
He does as requested, and again my body lights up.
“Yeah, that’s the spot,” Trevor says. “That’s where all the feeling is. Right, Autumn?”
“Oh god.” Garrett is licking again and I can’t manage to say anything else while he’s doing it. Meanwhile, Adrian starts to suck on one of my nipples again, and Trevor takes my hand, squeezing it in his, and I’m grateful that he recognizes that I need something to hold onto as pleasure builds and spirals and threatens to fill me to bursting.
It’s similar to how I felt on the couch with Trevor, but different. Deeper somehow, more full body, and when it comes, it’s overwhelming.
“Oh god, oh god.” I’m babbling, and then I can’t say anything at all. I can only moan as I explode into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I’ve given myself a couple, but they’ve been nothing — nothing — like this.
The sensations just keep on radiating out from my center to my fingers and toes, and Garrett keeps on licking, until I start to come down, and I have to push his head away. “It’s too much. Too much,” I mutter.
“Oh, sorry.” He pulls back abruptly.
“No, oh my god, don’t be sorry.” My words come out on a long sigh, and I fall back again, my head sinking into my comforter, my body feeling lit up from within, alive with vibrant electricity.
The guys are saying something to one another, but I zone out for a while, fascinated by what I’ve just experienced, still trying to process it all.
“That looked good. Was it good?” Trevor asks, drawing the back of his finger over my cheek to prompt me to open my eyes.
My response is something close to a grunt.
“That good, huh?” He grins and I realize I love the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles. “We’ll give you a break, then.”
I don’t want to stop, but I probably do need a break. Garrett’s tongue action went from being amazing, to feeling like an unbearable tickle after I came, so I probably do need time to recover. “Let me return the favor,” I say, looking at Garrett, whose eyes go wide and then dark in an instant. “Would you show me how?” I ask, turning to Trevor.
19
Garrett
Fuck.Fuuuuuuck.
Though I’m best with numbers, I consider myself to be good with words too, but I have no words to fully express what I’m feeling right now.