It was a self-defeating action though: the more excited she got, the more she moaned, and the more she stimulated me. Finally, as I felt myself go over the edge to my climax, I stopped what I was doing to her, and simply took her clitoris between my lips, applying a soft, steady suction to it as I coated her tonsils with the first hot jet of my semen.
When she felt me tense, she'd bobbed her head up and down a couple of times, quickly, before pulling back so that only the head of my penis was in her mouth when the first blast erupted, then the second. With the apparent decision that the taste wasn't unpleasant, she quickly took me into her mouth farther again, and applied a powerful suction to me as she drew her head back again, in time with my next spurt of semen, drawing it out of me more powerfully than I would have expected. She did it again, for the fourth, and then fifth eruptions. Only then did she allow my semen to roll around in her mouth a bit before swallowing it before taking me into her mouth completely again. Applying only a gentle suction, she used her tongue to 'squeegee' my penis, and the tip of her tongue to press against the ridge on the bottom, near the base, and sliding it toward the head, milking me of the last few drops.
As she did, I was again able to resume the fluttering I'd been doing before my climax hit; in less than a minute, I could feel her tense in my arms as an orgasm overtook her – with one last tightening of her lips, she pulled herself off my penis before emitting a loud groan of release and pleasure. As wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, she continued to voice nonsensical sounds of pleasure between groans of release; gasping and panting as she tried to breathe between releases.
Eventually, the power of it lessened for her, and as it did, she was able to get some control over herself again. Still panting and gasping, she managed to lower herself enough to lay on me, her head to the side as she tried to breathe while a couple of small aftershocks ran through her. She was completely lax as I took her leg in my hand and moved it next to the other, in preparation for easing her off me and onto the bed, where I thought she'd be more comfortable. That done, I carefully and slowly rolled onto my side, gently sliding her off me so that her side was touching the bed. Turning more, I was able to transfer her weight from me, to the bed, and then carefully guide her onto her back before turning myself around so that I could lay next to her.
Looking at her, I could see that she was still a bit unfocused, and after a moment's thought, decided to make a quick trip to the kitchen and bring us back something to drink. She didn't seem to notice as I eased myself away from her, and then got up, heading quickly for the kitchen. When I returned with a couple bottles of club soda, she still wasn't completely alert, even though she did seem to notice when I lay next to her again. I set the bottles to the side, and laying on my back, eased her next to me, so that I could put my arm around her and hold her with her head on my shoulder.
A few more minutes went by, and I began to feel her stir as she again got full control of herself. I gave her a little more time, and when I figured she was coherent again, took one of the bottles and dangled it where she could see it, as an offering. I felt her head nod on my shoulder, and released her – with a disappointed moan from her – to move a bit and sit up, so that I could hold her head on my lap, which I did.
I opened the bottle, and after raising her head and holding it, put the opening to her mouth. She tilted her head, and took a few swallows before letting me take it away from her lips. She looked up at me, and mouthed 'thank you'; I smiled and told her 'My pleasure. Let me know when you're ready for more.' She nodded, and I laid her head down again before taking a couple sips, myself, as she watched me.
After a bit, I could feel her trying to raise her head again, and quickly helped her before offering her the bottle. She took a few more swallows, and was able to reach up to guide my hand away when she was done. I followed her example, and when the bottle was empty, exchanged it for the other full one. By that time, she'd gotten some of her strength back, and managed to roll herself off my lap, and indicate that she wanted me to lay next to her, which I did. She took the bottle from me then, and drained off nearly half of it before raising herself onto her elbow next to me, so that she was looking down at me, and resting the hand holding the bottle on my chest. I tilted my head up, and she quickly offered me a drink; when I was done, she just as quickly finished it, setting the empty by the other.
She started to speak, but all that came out was a weak croak; she cleared her throat, and tried again, saying 'Thank you. Not just for the drink – I needed it! – but for what you just did for me, and let me do for you.'
'It was my pleasure – on both counts!', I grinned.
She smiled back, and said 'Yeah, I could tell! I'm glad I only had a little bit of you in my mouth when you shot – it really surprised me how hard it came out, and how much of it there was. It tasted kind of strange, at first; a little bit salty, but okay. Uh, I guess men are like women a little, as far as being a little bit similar and a little different?'
'So I hear – but I wouldn't have any personal knowledge of it, you understand.', I said, with another grin.
She laughed, and said 'No, I wouldn't expect you would. I think you like girls too much to have any interest in guys.'
'True enough. I'm an 'outie' and girls are 'innies' – seems to work just fine, for me.'
'Have you ever tried it? Guys, I mean?'
'Like most kids, I had a couple of minor encounters with the same sex – it didn't do anything for me, though, so I didn't follow up on it any.'
She nodded, and after a couple moments, said 'It's nice talking to you like this, but what I really want to do is hold you, and cuddle for a little while.'
'I'd be delighted. Uh, how about if you get us a couple drinks, and while you're gone, I'll move up to rest against the headboard. Then when you get back, you can sit on my lap, and we can hold each other and relax, or talk if you want.'
'Deal!', she said, and quickly got up to head for the kitchen after pausing to collect the empty bottles – earning bonus points from me for initiative and thoughtfulness.
While she was gone, I eased myself to the head of the bed, and got a couple pillows propped up to act as cushions/supports before leaning back against them. When she returned, I saw that she'd not only brought several bottles, but a couple of bagels, topped with cream cheese.
Setting her burden on the nightstand, she quickly got onto the bed, and then my lap, making herself comfortable. Seeing that she was still a little tired, I eased her forward so that she was astraddle my lower belly, and raised my knees again, giving her something to rest against, as I'd done before. She smiled at me, and nodded her head in thanks, before leaning back against my thighs.
I reached out to the nightstand, and selected a bottle of soda; looking at her, I raised an eyebrow in question. She nodded her head, and I opened it and handed it to her. Again with a bagel, which she accepted.
With my own bottle and bagel, we both sat back to refresh ourselves a bit: relaxed and unhurried, enjoying just having the company of each other. As we ate, we continued our conversation between bites, questioning and answering each other about all manner of things, such as school and the subjects she liked and disliked; my business and job, and what I did and how; what her life was like at home, and her family; how I'd gone from electronics training in the Navy to getting my degree and owning my own business. We ate slowly, and the conversation was casual, with no pressure – but neither of us held anything back when we talked.
I found out that she delighted in math, but couldn't deal with such things as literature – the math was 'neat, and clean' for her, while literature was a trial 'because the teachers make us figure out these novels, and tell them what we think the novel means, but the only
