What was I going to do about Julie? The question dogged my mind, even as the mere mental mention of her name sent prickling thrills through my body. My nipples perked up, and a sweet dampness slicked my pussy.
Julie glowed in my thoughts. Her lovely bare body spun in my memory. Those firm luscious breasts. The soft enticing globes of her ass. That peach of a pussy I so loved to lick and lick. Even her taste was stamped in my brain. I could call up her flavor in the middle of a workday, making for a fun, but not very productive, distraction.
I was her first woman. Or her first serious female lover, anyway. She’d told me about a couple of fleeting incidents, quick groping encounters at college that left her intrigued, confused and unfulfilled.
I was proud to have initiated her into the... Read more...