Last year I toured the country to promote my first novel.

I’d gone to college in the Cleveland area, and now was happy to discover that Cleveland was one of the scheduled stops on my tour. Belinda, my favorite girlfriend ever, still lived there. We’d enjoyed many good times together, both on the town and between the sheets. I’d graduated a year before her, and after that we went our separate ways. On this visit I wasn’t staying at the classiest hotel, but it would suffice for what I had planned. I could only hope Belinda’s plans matched mine.

I usually spent my evenings working on my second book, but when Belinda arrived that night, I was pleased with the interruption. She looked sexier than ever in her tight plaid skirt, white turtleneck sweater, and white knee-highs. Her long, brown, naturally curly tresses reached her shoulders. Neither of us could contain our smiles, and our embrace was a hundred hugs smashed into one.

As time passed, we found our old groove, and had a nice time joking with each other. Soon the conversation turned into flirtation, and soon after that, the flirting led to much naughtier things.

Before I knew what was happening, Belinda was nearly naked and reaching for the bulge in my pants. She was on her knees, tugging at my fly. She stripped me naked in seconds, then hopped onto the bed. I removed the only article of clothing that remained between us: her black thong.

I brushed my fingertips over her abdomen, then up to her navel and back down to her pussy. Her nipples grew into hard points. Her clit was already erect, poking out from its pink hood, begging for my touch. I stuck out my tongue and traced hot wet circles around it. I could tell she loved having my face in her pussy, but I was just getting warmed up. My circles turned into figure eights; her clit hardened and protruded even farther from its folds. I spread the fragrant petals of her love box for complete access to her clit.

I changed to long, slow flicks, and her breathing got heavier, but I didn’t want her to come just yet. I paused to let her calm down, putting my hands on her tits and rolling her nipples between my fingers. I longed to kiss them, but first I had to finish my task below.

I returned to Belinda’s honeypot. I could feel her pleasure mounting, the orgasm building inside her. Suddenly her back arched. She pressed my head deeper into her twat. I stepped up my tongue action until, at last, she exploded. Her body quivered from head to toe. Her head fell back. My tongue continued to flick harder. Her moisture dampened the sheets as she screamed. Then her body shook again as another orgasm rolled through her. Her hands came up to her breasts and squeezed them hard. “Eat me!” she yelled, and quivered yet again.

After a couple of minutes, she began to settle down. I came up from her love slit, my face dripping wet. I held her close. We kissed. I worked my way down her neck to her sweet tits. The soft touch of my lips against her breasts set off a new state of arousal. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and drew circles around it with my tongue. I moved my hand along her nose and down her cheeks to her jaw line, and she took a couple of my fingers into her mouth. As she sucked on them, I kept sucking and tugging at her nipples. My cock couldn’t take it anymore. It dripped pre-come with anticipated release.

With her tits now pressed against my chest, I easily guided my shaft deep into her pussy. A sharp cry escaped from her as I began fucking her missionary-style. My intent was to begin slow and steady, but I couldn’t keep to it. It felt marvelous to have her under me and to be inside of her. She cried out with each thrust. Our lips met and our tongues thrashed. Our bodies were slick with sweat.

I remembered that she liked it when I worked a finger deep in her asshole. On the next pump, I did just that. Our shouts drowned each other out. We moved together in one motion, bucking each other. I pulled my cock out of her. A mixture of disappointment and anticipation came across her face. Supporting my body weight above her with my arms, I kissed her hard while I rocked back and forth, my shaft sloshing up and down on her cunt lips.

She raised her legs in the air and held onto them. I thrust into her again, hitting all the right spots as I repeatedly withdrew and reentered. She began to climax for a second time. Her cunt contracted around my cock. Her whimpers of ecstasy heightened my senses. When I could no longer hold back, I let her know I was about to come. She begged to taste my meat, and I obliged. She lowered her legs and I rose to meet her mouth. My juices flowed and mixed with hers. She was delighted by the taste. I screamed and bucked like crazy, but she held steady. My shaft throbbed against her tongue as she reached around to grab my ass. My body continued to convulse. Only a small amount of come escaped from the corners of her mouth as I emptied my load between her lips. She let me know she loved every minute of it.

Neither of us wanted this ecstasy to end. But then we got excited thinking of how easy it would be to start all over, since I didn’t have to be at the bookstore until the next day.