Bedroom Closet

Tonight it is quiet. Long walks and talks, more thoughts than actions. Honestly I am exhausted from last night, it was an entire evening full of activity. I will get into more of that at another date, but current situations bring to mind other memories. S___ has mentioned J___. I was reading and thought of how our first experience arose.

Parties at our house are not uncommon, this was just another one. As often is the case a lot of drinking was involved and soon J__ and I are flirting, lingering hugs, suggestive comments, touches hidden by dim light. We went into the house after being outside in the group and couldn’t seem to keep our hands off of each-other. There we are, making out in the kitchen, hands roaming curiously over each others breasts, tongues pushing in each others mouths. We had made out before on occasion, but not as intently, this time there seemed to be more intent. S___ was outside but another friend wandered in and we broke apart laughing. As the evening progressed so did our attraction and affection, soon we were making out in front of everyone, rolling around the bed, pretending but not, that we are just “playing”. At some point we ended up in the bathroom, J___ pushed up against the sink, unable to keep our mouths of of each other, stripping each others shirts off, and her hand going up my skirt. S___ came in to see what was going on and was pleasantly surprised. As J___ and I continued in the bathroom, S___ cleared the house.

The three of us went into the bedroom and fell into a tangle of hands, fingers and lips. Breasts, mouths, legs, all intertwined. At some point the clothes were lost. J___ and I took turns between each others legs, licking, sucking, fingering, while S___ mainly watched, but on occasion used a moaning mouth to suck on his stiff cock. I hadn’t been in this position before, hadn’t licked a woman’s pussy, hadn’t had one mouth making me cum while I make another cum in my mouth. It was amazing, it was a blur. I remember S___ fucking me while J___ licked and sucked and kissed and then crawled onto my face. Eventually we all passed out, myself in the middle of two people who give me amazing sexual satisfaction.

That morning S___ rolled me over and fucked me, sweetly, gently, but in a possessive manner, J___ stayed still, pretending to be asleep, but I imagine she was wanting his cock inside her next. Call me selfish, but that wasn’t happening, S___ was mine in that way, kiss, suck, sit on my face all you want, but that cock only cums inside me. That was my thought as I came as hard as I had the entire night before.

I can share, I can be shared, but I have to draw the line sometimes.

It’s a bittersweet memory, fun time were had, but I’m not sure that J___ was cut out to be with us, I think she wanted more. Unfortunate really, I’d think she would be happy with raging orgasms, openness to all types of sexuality, and open friendship. I was actually looking forward to what she would do with our new restraints.

-A___

There was a brief time early in A___ and my relationship when she was unemployed. We weren’t living together at the time but she was staying with me a lot. I’d come home for lunch, she’d be here, and we’d make out. It was incredible; lying on the bed for an hour just kissing and touching and breathing each other in.

We didn’t have sex – this may have been before we had sex for the first time. Even after, we often just made out. Sometimes on the couch but mostly on the bed. It was cooler too and I liked the windows open so we’d be wrapped in quilts and sheets and blankets, generating heat by trying as best we could to have every part of our bodies touching. Sometimes we’d take off our shirts just to get a little closer. Our lips would be pressed together and our tongues mingled in between. Sometimes our hands would wander and sometimes we’d kiss that way – you know, when your lips are kinda touching and your mouths are open but your really not moving, just sorta sharing air.

Yeah…

I can’t even count the numbers we spent this way. There were a few months when this was the norm.

There was one time I came home to A____ on her knees. I didn’t have a lot of time (but more than 90 seconds) so as soon as I walked through the door she opened my belt, dropped my pants, and went to work on my cock with smooth, vigorous sucking. I think I came in a few minutes. I know I was dizzy. It was one of the better blow jobs I ever had. A___ reminds me that I had cum and was back out the door before she had a chance to wipe the overflow off her lips. I was busy that day and anyway, that was pretty rare. We mostly made out.

It was around this time of year. I think the weather is triggering my memory a bit. I’m also home now and tired so my mind is wandering.

But today I’m alone.

A____ “Will you be satisfied with just one minute and thirty seconds, because that’s all I have”

That’s what I have this morning – 90 seconds of A___’s sweet mouth working up and down my cock. 90 seconds and she’s off me and out the door to work while i’m still damp from her tongue. My hips still pushing up ever so slightly.

I need more than 90 seconds, but I’m going to work on that.

It was an amazing way to arrive at consciousness. Not a substitue for our mornin’ lovin’ from back when A___ didn’t have to work so early though…

I had to finish myself again. Reminiscing on last night was the theme, and it took more than 90 (more) seconds.