back, spread her legs, and reached out as though she wanted me to make love to her. After having just cum so much, I wasn't in any condition to try, so instead, I asked her 'Do you really mean that, or are you still a bit too sore inside from last night?'. She put her arms back down, and admitted that she was a little sore inside; I suggested that instead of making it worse, she join me in a hot shower – reminding her that she still had to go to school that day, and that I had work to do. She quickly agreed, and the two of us went in to have a little wet fun getting ready for the day, soaping and scrubbing each other with a lot of groping and squeezing and tickling tossed in for good measure.
I finished dressing first, and as I left the bedroom, asked her what she wanted for breakfast. She said she didn't care, as long as there was a lot of it.
When she finally showed herself again, she found that I'd made her a bacon-and-cheese omelets, hash browns, and English muffin, with milk and juice to wash it all down with. She looked at it kind of suspiciously, probably thinking that I couldn't be a very good cook as a bachelor; but after she'd taken the first bite of omelets, quickly put the whole meal away, finishing it off by saying 'I didn't know men could cook!'. I laughed and explained to her that living by myself, I either had to learn how to cook or spend all my money on fast food. She laughed back, and told me that it tasted great. I asked if it was enough, or if she wanted more, and she said that it was fine – she didn't have that much to eat for breakfast even at home. She asked me about my breakfast, and I told her that I'd have plenty of time after she left for school reminding her that she didn't have much time before she had to leave. While she went in to finish getting ready for school, I cleaned up the table, and went into the bedroom to make the bed – and discovered that she'd already done it. When she came out of the bathroom, I thanked her (making her smile), and went in to brush my own teeth while she collected her things for school. When I came out, I found that she'd folded up the blanket that we'd used on the couch the night before, so I again thanked her for her helpfulness and being so thoughtful. She dimpled prettily, and said that she'd better get going. I escorted her to the door, and before I could open it, she put her hand behind my neck, pulled me down a little, and gave me a kiss that damn near had me ripping her clothes off before she broke it off. With a devilish gleam in her eye, she opened the door, and headed off to school, leaving me standing there in a daze.
I spent the morning taking care of a couple of errands and such, and was back home working on my program around lunch time when her mother called to tell me that her flight wouldn't be getting in until nearly midnight. I asked her if she wanted Robyn to come home then, and she said there wasn't any point in waking her up just to send her back to bed, and said that if it wasn't any trouble, she was willing to let Robyn spend a second night in my apartment. I said that Robyn hadn't been any bother at all (laughing to myself at the understatement), and told her that it was fine with me. I asked if she needed to be picked up at the airport, and she said that her airport shuttle ticket was for a round trip, and thanked me for the offer.
She then said that she had to get back to her class, and I told her that I'd see her the next day, then – she agreed, and hung up the phone. When Robyn got back from school that afternoon, she let herself in, put her books down, and come over to watch me for a bit. When she saw that I was in the middle of something, she quietly went into the kitchen to get herself something to drink, came back, and sat down to watch me. When I'd finished, I turned to her, smiled, told her about her mother's phone call (she laughed at what I'd said about her not being any bother); she was delighted at the opportunity for another entire night at my place. I asked her how school was; she said that it was fine, but that she'd felt a little sore inside all day. I started to apologize to her, and she interrupted me by saying 'I'm not blaming you, or anything like that. It would have happened sooner or later, and I know that it was a lot easier and safer having you do it. I'm just letting you know that I don't think I'm up to any repeat performances for a couple days'. I nodded my head in understanding, and started to turn back toward the computer when she added 'But that doesn't mean that I'm not interested in doing anything else!'.
When I turned back to look at her, she stood up, took her shirt off (nothing on under it, of course), unfastened her jeans and slid them off in one of the most erotic displays I'd seen in a long time: moving slowly, sliding them off a little at a time and dipping her hand into her panties every now and then. By the time they were all the way down, and she'd kicked them away, my penis was definitely starting to rise. She gave me a Mona Lisa kind of smile, pulled my swivel chair around to face her, and kneeled down in front of me. She reached out and unfastened my belt buckle, then my pants, unzipping them so slowly that I could hear it as each pair of zipper teeth came apart. When my zipper was all the way down, she grasped the waistband, and when I lifted my hips, pulled them down, and off my feet. With me sitting there in my shirt and underwear, she leaned forward, pulled the front of my briefs down, and lifted my cock and balls out. Once they were clear, she lowered her head -*ever* so slowly, looking me right in the eyes the whole time – and took the head of my rapidly-stiffening penis into her mouth, holding it there with her lips as she caressed it with her tongue. As I got harder and harder, she would 'walk' her lips farther and farther down my erection, until I could feel the head of my cock pressing against her throat. She wasn't able to 'deep throat', but she didn't miss it by much, and not from lack of trying!
When she'd gotten me into her mouth as far as she could, she slowly raised her head again, tickling the bottom of my erection with her tongue, and leaving me coated with her saliva. After she'd gotten back to the head, she released it just long enough to tell me 'Y'know – I really do like doing this! Knowing that I can have this kind of effect on a man with only this part of my body really makes me feel good…', and with that, slowly started sucking me back into her mouth.
All that was left for me to do was to lean back and enjoy it which I did to the utmost: watching the way her lips slid up and down my cock, how they would pull in a little when she sucked on me, the way her breasts would jiggle slightly as her torso moved, the feeling of her tongue as she'd massage the bottom of my erection when she had me all the way in her mouth or would use it to caress the head when she let me out again. She kept this up for what seemed like hours, but was really only about half an hour: every time I would start to feel myself getting ready to cum, she would seem to sense it, and slow down or stop what she was doing until the sensation passed – and then pick up again. After about the third time of that, I was moaning, and as I again got close to cumming, started moving my hips as though I was fucking her mouth. She seemed to understand that it was time to finish me off, and started to speed up slightly – but only until she felt my balls tighten up again. Then she slowed
When I'd finally recovered completely, I started to sit up again; she released one of my balls from her mouth, stood up, took a swallow of the Coke I had handy, and sat down in my lap so that her mons was resting between my cock and balls. I looked at her with a questioning look, and she seemed a bit confused at first, then brightened up and said 'Somehow, I don't think that most men are willing to taste cum – even their own. Or maybe*especially* their own. So I just used the Coke to rinse my mouth out!', and with that, gave me a kiss that almost curled my toes. I kissed her back as hard as I could, and it was only a moment or two before we had our mouths open and our tongues dueling. I stuck my tongue into her mouth, and mixed in with the taste of the Coke, could also get a hint of what my cum must have tasted like for her.
When we finally broke the kiss, she leaned back a little, and looked into my face – as though looking to see if I was repulsed or offended by kissing her after she'd given me head. She could apparently see that I wasn't, and seemed to brighten up even more.
I forced a serious look on my face, and said 'You know, you're very selfish to do things like that. There are things that*I* would like to do too'. She got a slightly-frightened look on her face, and in a quiet voice asked 'What?'. I couldn't help but smile, and told her 'The same thing to YOU!'. She started to laugh, realizing that I'd tricked her again, and I joined in with her. After we'd calmed down a bit, she said 'Well, I certainly wouldn't want to stop you from having
