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I look around the little bar we’ve gone out to and wonder if anyone can tell I’m different. I’m not the same Brook I was three days ago, or even twenty-four hours ago. Birdie will be able to tell, I think. If anyone can it will be her. She’s not got here yet, so I feel vaguely uncomfortable with the other two women we’ve invited out to our girls’ night. One of the women is freakin’ gorgeous with blonde hair and big blue eyes. But she’s also the sweetest soul. She’s made sure to include me and ask me questions about everything under the sun, so I don’t feel so awkward. I think her name is Angel or Angie. Thank God for her because the other girl is about as shy as I normally am.
Can these women tell what I spent my afternoon doing yesterday? My mind trips back to the kitchen and Waylen and a smile stretches across my face. Once I had him in the chair I took my time. I started a little differently and put a small dab of the cream on his ear so I could straddle him and lick it off. By the time I was done nibbling his ear and rubbing my body on his, he was the one squirming and begging for me to take his clothes off.
Next came his shirt. I love Waylen’s chest and how broad it is. I can lay on it when we go to sleep at night. I played with his nipples the way he played with mine, taking great delight in the fact his nipples crinkled and hardened under my tongue just like mine do for him. I had to have his help taking his paints off but once I got them down and I came eye to…well, let’s just say I was close, I could tell just how big Waylen is. I worried my bottom lip trying to visualize how he was going to fit inside me.
Waylen realized and took me by the chin to tilt my head so I was looking into his eyes. “We’ll fit.”
I couldn’t help it. The biggest smile stretched across my face. How did he know that was the most perfect thing to say? I looked down and started focusing on my mission again. Operation Whipped Cream. I can do this.
I ran just my fingertips over the skin of his hard cock and noted how soft it was at the same time it was so hard. Maybe soft wasn’t the right word. It’s more velvety than soft. It encouraged me to touch more. So do his gasps and seeing his head fall back like mine does when he’s driving me higher and higher.
I stuck out my tongue and touched the very tip of it. His hips jerked and the thighs under my hands where I was bracing myself tensed like he was fighting to control himself, forcing himself to be still and give me this. I didn’t make him wait and opened my mouth to take him in.
“Holy fucking…Good God!” he sighed heavily and sank his hand in my hair. “The can of… shit…what…whipped cream, yeah that’s it…aren’t you supposed to use the…thing.”
I smiled as I popped off him. “Eventually. I want to find out what you taste like without the stuff first though.”
“Oh God.”
I gave him a killer smile and parroted his words back to him. “I prefer Brook, baby, but if you want to call me a god go for it.” I winked at him before I slid my mouth back down on him.
“Oh son of a bitch, I’m dead. Gone. I’ve died and gone to heaven. This is…oh fuck me!”
I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick the way I would an ice cream cone before cupping his balls in my hand so I could test the weight of them and play with them too. Wouldn’t want them to feel left out.
“What’s with the big smile, Brook?” Birdie jerks me out of the memory just as it was getting good and heat hits my cheeks. I have to look away.
“Oh my God! You had sex!”
Yep, she knew. “Birdie!”
I try to shush her and pull her down into the booth with me.
“Who? Oh my God! Waylen! It was Waylen wasn’t it?”
“Birdie…shut up!” I might as well come clean. She already guessed most of it. “Yes. It’s Waylen.”
“Oh, how romantic! The two of you met because of Brownie.”
Her awes and oohs have drawn the other girls’ attention to us. “Are we sharing best sex ever stories?”
Me and Birdie and the other woman can’t drink but we still have fun laughing and talking about best sex ever stories. It leads to first-time stories which technically I don’t have so I’m a lot quieter then. It does give me time to listen to what the girls are saying. The two women tell horror stories of first times with pain and no orgasms to be had. Fast hands and stumbly moves round out the picture and suddenly I am very fucking grateful for Waylen. I can tell Birdie feels the same way about Gareth because every horrible detail causes the two of us to look over at one another and frown harder.
A man comes up to Birdie, all smiles and a stupid expression that I’m sure he thinks is sexy. “Hey honey, how about I buy you a drink?”
“No thank you.” Birdie tries to be nice about it but won’t look at the guy.
“Oh come on, sugar. Just one drink. And maybe a dance.”
“No thank you. I…um, have a boyfriend and…”
“So.” Me and Birdie’s friend -Angie- look at one another with astonishment at this creep. “He doesn’t need to know.”
“She said she didn’t want anything from you.” His eyes come to me and I can tell already…there’s going to be trouble.
“I wasn’t asking you, bitch.”
Birdie puts her hand to her forehead and shakes her head. She can tell too.
