A muffled cry came from the closet, and he fell backwards, his cock dripping cum as it was pulled from my mouth and hand. It slipped back through the hole, leaving drops of pearlescent semen glistening on the cling wrap.
I caught my breath, swallowed what little cum was in my mouth, carefully wiped up the coconut oil and stray semen with a bandana, and stepped into my panties. I opened the closet door and gave Chaz a hand out. He emerged, pale and shaking, breathless. "You won't tell anyone, will you? Don't tell anyone," he pleaded.
I smiled. "I won't." I said simply.
"But tell me, just between us," I whispered, "would you like to cum in Mommy's mouth again some time?"
He blanched. His cock twitched visibly in his pants. A small stain of moisure slowly spread on his pants. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely. "But don't tell. You can't tell. Please."
I mimed zipping my lips. "Our little secret," I promised.
I gave him a wicked grin, but not a cruel one. "Just between you and me, and Mommy's mouth." And I shooed him out.
I hummed happily to myself as I replaced the doorknob, made myself a sandwich, and packed my roll-on bag. I was traveling ligh: bathing suits, underwear, shorts and a tee shirt, sun screen, one nice outfit for going out in, birth control pills, a pack of condoms, just in case. Coconut oil! Mmm. Olive oil too. Be prepared.
I was at the door of the Eta Pi sorority house at 8:00 am, standing in the morning sun wearing a gauzy white blouse, no bra, and a Japanese-schoolgirl spank-me skirt. Looking submissive and edible, I hoped. I crossed my fingers.
Alex was expecting me. She came out onto the porch and looked me over. Her hair was dark and curly. She was thickset, but not fat. Solid. Her eyes were a warm brown. She brushed the hair off my face and gave me a gentle kiss, so light, so sensitive. I respond in kind. The tip of her tongue emerged, tentatively. I greeted it tenderly, sensitively. It withdrew, satisfied with its inquiry.
"Alex," I greeted her.
"Good guess. You must be Cindy," she sparkled. "I like what I see. Whoever you are, come in. Have you had breakfast? Would you like to kiss me again?" She laughed, waving away my attempt to answer. She walked into the house, pulling my bag behind her, not looking back.
I followed her, smitten. Enthralled.
My ride to Spring Break was in Alicia's car, the Girl-Mobile—a vintage pink Cadillac convertible that looked like a giant lawn flamingo. But it was roomy, with bench seats front and back (in separate time zones), and a huge trunk that looked like you could land airplanes on it—so there was ample space to squeeze me in. It got terrible mileage, but Jen had Daddy's credit card for fuel, so it didn't matter to her if anyone kicked in gas money (I offered. She just laughed.).
There were five of us—four Eta Pi sorority sisters: Jen and Alicia: a couple, both Juniors, willowy and blond; Marcie; short, busty, foul-mouthed and footloose a Freshman; Alex, dark and stocky, quiet, with curly hair, dimples, and deep brown eyes—a senior.
Then there was me, Cindy: small, looking closer to 15 than 18 (but you can check my ID, go ahead, everyone else does…) pretty enough, I guess, fair skinned (okay, pale), with itty-bitty titties. (But they're nice!) Also a raging cum slut, but I had discretely failed to mention that.
We all piled in, rolled the windows down, turned the radio up loud, Alicia stepped on the gas, and we took off, two tires and five girls squealing.
It occurred to me that Alex and I were embarking on what amounted to a week-long blind date—I know, crazy, right? We had one (fairly sexy) phone chat, checked each other out on the front porch, liked what we saw, and jumped into the car with the others. Just like that.
Everybody knows that shit happens, but you know what? So does magic. So does fucking magic.
I was the designated navigator for the first leg. Alex and I were instant buddies and rode shotgun together with our legs draped over each other and a map spread across both our laps, cheerfully disputing the insistent directions coming out of everyone's smartphone simultaneously.
We were headed for Panama City Beach—America's Spring Break Party Capitol—as were, I soon learned, the boys of Delta Pi fraternity (Not to Boca, as Chaz had said; Chaz was a lying sack of weasels.)
Being young and full of something or other, we decided to shorten the trip by driving straight through—a 24-hour marathon, we calculated, changing drivers every six hours. (But, being girls, we had to take potty breaks every 2 hours—at non-gross rest rooms—making it closer to 28 hours, total. But anyway.)
We started out pumped up, boisterous, and loud, gradually deflating as the hours went by, getting quieter and quieter.
About sixteen hours into the trip, we were riding along through the dark in silence, leaning on each other and taking catnaps, when the car started to smell unmistakably of aroused pussy. Jen and Alicia were sharing a lap blanket in the back seat, hands out of sight, eyes straight ahead, and surreptitiously finger-fucking.
Marcie, Alex, and I elaborately pretended not to notice, for a while. Then things got louder and squishier, and we giggled and poked each other, until finally things started to get frantic and heated, and we pulled over. The three of us got out and stood under the cool night sky while Jen and Alicia made a heaving, sixty-nine shaped mound under the tiny blanket. Eventually the car stopped rocking, and we got back in.
Alex stopped me on my way in the door and kissed me, gently at first, then with gradually increasing thoroughness. I felt competing urges, one to simply submit and enjoy being kissed and the other to match her, passion for passion.
She broke off the kiss. "You're trying to figure out what I want," she said.
"Hm? Oh. I guess you're right. I was."
"Well I want… you to stop doing that. And to figure out what you want."
I gazed a moment into her warm brown eyes. "I know what I want."
"And?"
I moved to the rear door. "Alicia? Jen? Would you mind trading seats with me and Alex for a while?"
"Do you want the blanket, too?" Jen asked cattily.
"No, thanks." I waited until Alicia and Jen had left us the space, then handed Alex into the back, touched her to pause before she sat, and gently pulled her cargo shorts and panties down to her ankles. Then I sat her down, shut the door, and kneeled between her legs in the narrow space between the front and back seats, glad that Marcie was driving and had the seat all the way forward.
"This is what I want," I said, speaking softly into her silky pubic hair. "This is what I've wanted since I first heard your voice over the phone."