Page 71 of A Real Goode Time
“Not weird, just…unique.” It was so difficult right now to put two words together, to make sense, to carry on a conversation.
Her hand was moving with glacial slowness up and down my shaft, and her thumb would slide over my tip at the top, and she’d twist her fist on the way down.
“I have this…thing, with orgasms. Not sure how to explain it. The first time, it’s like…it’s a real orgasm, but when I’m done I feel like…like I’m not done coming. So, if I can get another one, it’s even better. But still, usually, that’s not it, like—I’m not all the way orgasmed. Usually it takes three before I feel like I’ve really come all the way.”
“So…um.” I had to close my eyes and focus on what I wanted to say. “You…when you come—I mean, when you jerk off.” I groaned as she did something that involved a twist and a pump at the same time. “You’re a girl.”
“You noticed,” she laughed.
“I mean, you don’t jerk off. But when you do your girl thing.” I laughed at myself. “You make it hard to make sense because what you’re doing right now feels so fucking good. “When you masturbate, you do it three times?”
She sighed, sounding irritated. “Well, that’s the tricky part. I’m not normally super fast to get there. Like, it’s kinda hard for me to reach orgasm. So, no, not usually. Usually, I have to break it up into sessions, like in the morning, and then that night, then the next morning. And most of the time, it’s hard to find the privacy to do so, living with two other girls, and until recently it was four other girls. Bathroom time, everyone up, doors slamming open, music going, someone banging pans in the kitchen, it’s just hard to get in the right mood when you live with a bunch of people.”
“Well, you came pretty fast and pretty close together last night,” I pointed out.
She bit her lower lip, and pushed my shorts down over my cock. “These need to go. I want to see you. I need to watch when you come.”
I lifted my hips and she let go of me long enough to pull my shorts down past my butt, and I kicked them off. She immediately grasped me in her hand again. Stroked me. Then let go, and moved to a sitting position—I spread my legs wide and she nestled between them, reached and tucked each of my legs over her crossed legs, so now she was sitting cross-legged in the enclosure of my legs, facing me. Her hands slid up my thighs, caressing my legs, petting them, feeling the muscles of my thighs, then grazing her palms up to my hipbones, over my belly, sliding her hands down either side of my cock before gathering it in both hands.
I had no clue what to do with my hands—she was out of reach, and it felt weird to just let them rest idly at my sides, so I tucked them behind my head.
“I think you had something to do with how fast and how hard I came last night,” she said. “And by something, I mean everything.”
“I want nothing more than to make you come as many times and as hard as you can, for as long as I can keep you coming.”
She twisted both hands up my cock, stroked them down, one atop the other, and didn’t stop at the base of me but slid her hands down to cradle my balls and proceeded to caress and play with them as erotically and lovingly as she did my cock. I groaned at that, because holy hell—how had I not known it could feel so good? No one had ever touched me the way she did. No one, not ever. Her tongue was sticking out, a smile on her face, that little tip of her cute pink tongue running over her lower lip again and again as she plied me with her hands.
“You making me come was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she whispered. “And I mean that very literally. So please, I beg of you,please, use any and every opportunity to do so again, as frequently and as creatively as you can.”
“Is that an invitation to touch you whenever I want?”
“For now?” a hesitation in her voice, as we both skirted around several major issues. “Yes. It is. Free rein to touch me, to make me come, however, whenever. Just…don’t embarrass me in front of people, or get me arrested for indecent exposure.”
I could only shake my head, because what she was doing now was too incredible to allow something as complicated as speech. What the hellwasshe doing? I had to remember how to open my eyes, and when I did, the sight of Torie, naked between my legs, my cock in her hands? It was too much. I nearly came just from that, but held it back, because I wanted this to go on forever. I didn’t need food or oxygen or anything, just this. Torie’s hands on my cock, her tits shifting and swaying and jiggling as she touched me.
“You’re lasting alongtime,” she murmured. “Last night, too.”
“I don’t want it to end,” I growled. “Sorry if it’s—”
“You better not apologize for that.” She smirked. “What if I made it last as long as possible?”
“I might die from how incredible it is?”
“Well, don’t die, because I need you to make me orgasm.”
“Oh, I will. I may need a few minutes to remember how to be a people, but I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see stars.”
She had that tongue out again, and my heart wanted to explode, for some reason. It expanded with some kind of blossoming, sun-hot emotion, something about the way she stuck that tongue out, a joyful, aroused little smile gracing the corners of her mouth…it did something to my whole being. Shifted me, twisted me into a braided pretzel of confused, overwhelmed emotion. Something like joy, but bigger, deeper, hotter.
It was a feeling that screamed in a universe-sized voiceTHIS WOMAN ISMINE!
It scared me shitless, but it had me in its grip and I was powerless to fight it.
She never did the same exact sequence of touches twice in a row, stroking, twisting, thumb over the tip, cradle and squeeze and caress my balls, pump my shaft with both hands, then one, then just around the base, then just around the tip.
It was as if she was making a game out of touching me, learning how I felt, watching how I reacted. If I groaned at something, she’d do it again. If I tipped my hips up, she did that again. Then, she’d do both of those things one after the other and I’d let out a gasping breathless snarl, hips rocking.
Her tongue. I wanted to tell her to stop doing that, I couldn’t handle her tongue sticking out. It was too much for my poor overwhelmed heart, and my poor pounding throbbing cock.