In his own bed, James Groten fell to sleep quickly. Before closing his eyes, he tried to remember when he had felt happier. He couldn't. What impressed him the most, as he briefly reviewed his exciting experience with Leslie, was the positive absence of any guilt. Her honesty and candor had contributed heavily to this, this remarkable sensation of well-being, without any tinge of artificial euphoria.
He had kissed her goodnight and they each sucked on the other's tongue until he had to break away, Leslie hugging his naked body close to hers, her hand stroking his limp penis, her fingers caressing it tenderly.
"I love your penis, Jimbo," she had said. "I adore it. I love the thick feel of it inside my mouth. It's so slippery on my tongue, and your juice is so thick and tastes so good. I loved when it shot all over my face. I loved the feel of your come oozing all over my nose."
She had fallen on her knees in front of him. She groped with her lips open for his penis and then she sucked it into her warm mouth, her tongue gliding all around it as he stood, hands on his hips, looking down at her flowing hair, at her lips as they worked and kissed, at her tongue darting down to lick his balls. The contact excited him as she jerked his penis up and down at the same time.
And now he slept like a baby. In her own room, Leslie was still awake. She felt wonderful. Her pussy was still itchy and so full of cream, she could feel her juices wetting the inside of her snowy thighs. She ran her finger between her flushed pussy lips and then inserted it up deep and began to shove it in and out the way her father had done. She experimented with two fingers, then three, probing and pushing them in and wiggling them around inside the way he had. She began to pant. With her other hand she squeezed her erect clitoris. Then she pinched it. She felt weak and then very strong. Passions began to race over her, through her, making her nipples itch and then even her asshole. (Oh, how she had loved Jimbo's tongue when it washed her asshole and tried to sneak inside!)
Leslie hadn't any idea sucking could be so wonderful!
She felt like having a cigarette. Slipping on her robe, she took the cigarette from her bureau and went into the kitchen to smoke it. She glanced at the electric clock and couldn't believe that it was only ten o'clock. How swiftly the time had flown during their lovemaking, and also, how much the whole affair seemed to have been in slow motion. She could still feel his tongue penetrating her moist pussy. She loved it when he bit on her thighs. She was positively ecstatic when he sucked her bare toes and licked all over her feet. Her little toes still felt tingly.
She lit the cigarette. Then she went, to the fridge and got out the bottle of wine they'd shared at dinner. It was still one-third full. She poured herself a glass. She sat down. She took off the robe. She loved being naked!
She pulled the telephone over. She dialed Catherine Dorchester's number. It rang three times.
"Hello?"
"This is Leslie, Catherine. Is it okay to call?"
"Sure, Mom's out, thank God," she sighed.
"Everything's okay for tomorrow, and we can have our sleepover, like I thought."
"Good," Catherine cried. "Tell me, did you get what you wanted? Did he fall for the old man and old lady bit?"
"I can't wait to tell you all about it," Leslie exclaimed. "Oh, I wish you could be here right now, this minute. I'm leaking all over the place."
As young girls will do, they chatted aimlessly, one subject crowding the other until at last Catherine's mother came home and she had to get off the telephone.
"Come as early as you can," Leslie said. She hung up. She finished the wine, her third cigarette and tumbled into bed.