After a grueling day at work followed by an evening of study, my girlfriend announced that she was tired and was going to bed.

Since there was nothing worth watching on television anyway, I figured I would accompany Monica upstairs and read until I felt like going to sleep. We’d been in bed perhaps 20 minutes and I had finished two chapters of my book when I glanced over and saw Monica staring up at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

With a frown she said, “I can’t wind down enough to sleep. I’m still keyed up about work and studying for my final.”

The light bulb went on over my head. Though she hadn’t actually said the words, years of living together had taught me to listen for subtle clues of speech that gave me insight into what she was really thinking. I put the book down and moved toward the foot of the bed. Immediately I saw a smile flicker across her face, confirmation that my hunch was right.

I stroked her legs up toward her thighs, pressing my hands against the well-toned muscles that were the result of an almost religious shape-up regimen on her part. My thumbs worked their way through the leg holes of her panties. She raised her hips and allowed me to pull the panties down, leaving her dressed only in the T-shirt she used as a nightgown. I could see her nipples beginning to stiffen through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Lowering my face to her crotch, I inhaled the sweet, inviting aroma of the soap she’d used during her shower earlier that evening. I gently pushed her legs up toward her head until I had a completely unobstructed view of her pussy and her gorgeous ass.

My tongue began a gentle, probing massage of her clit. Then I alternated my strokes between darting the tip of my tongue in sharp, quick movements, and using its surface to play across her swollen pussy lips. Monica quitely moaned her approval.

When I simultaneously inserted my index finger into her pussy, working it slowly in and out, Monica bucked her hips to the rhythm. I knew from experience that she was close to orgasm. Her fingers had long since entwined themselves in my hair, and she was pulling my head further into her privates.

Finally, I heard the sharp intake of breath Monica always makes when her orgasm is about to explode. Her breathing increased and she whispered to me, “Please don’t stop.”

With my tongue still working its magic on her clit, I then inserted two fingers. A deep animal groan escaped her lips as I thrust in a third finger. When I heard the culminating cry of ecstasy, I pushed all five fingers into her love hole. I thought her screams would shatter the bedroom window. As her entire body convulsed in climax, my hand was squeezed in the viselike grip of her vaginal muscles. I continued to tongue her until she at last relaxed and gently pushed my head away. We lay there for several minutes while Monica’s breathing returned to normal, with me lying on my stomach, still nestled between her legs, my head resting on her thigh.

Moving up to my pillow, I looked down upon my lover’s face. She was now sleeping soundly with a small contented smile on her lips.