Not My Type, Except

Finally! A touch. Just a gentle brush with her tongue, but I groaned, lost in my need. The touches started coming more often, and eventually she got her lips involved. When the length of my cock was sizzling, she moved to the head, chuckling again at the deep groan that came out of my mouth.

After enough torture of the head, icy fire traveled down my rod. I squirmed and quivered under her. She picked that moment to plunge down, her warm, wet mouth a vivid contrast to the ice.

She didn't retreat, sucking hard and taking the base in her hand.

"Oh my God!" I groaned. Christy just hummed her acknowledgement as she repeatedly engulfed me. She had switched from teasing to pleasuring, and good lord, did she know how to do that.

First the plunge, with tight lips following the contours of my shaft. Her tongue followed, swirling around the head and then downward. Then the suction, as she pulled back with tongue swirling again. Yes, she was skilled, but I could tell that she really wanted to pleasure me, and that made all the difference. Her hand gently grasped the base, more to prolong the sensations at this point.

That changed, and she went into overdrive to finish me off. The hand started twisting, following her lips up and down my rod. Her tongue coated everything with a thick layer of lubrication, so her hand felt like an extension of her warm, wet, impossibly sexy mouth. I looked down and saw her fiery locks bobbing over my groin, and that did it. The heavy load pooling in my balls stirred as the pleasure radiated down my legs.

"Christy, I'm gonna cum," I warned. In answer, she sucked harder.

The intensity grew until it consumed my world. I held back as long as I could, my body bowing off the bed. Then I exploded into Christy's willing mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled.

My cum surged past Christy's squeezing hand, struggled past her lips, and then spewed into the vacuum of her mouth. She rode me through every blast, sucking impossibly hard. I didn't know such pleasure was even possible.

Finally, the contractions died down, and I relaxed onto the bed, just savoring Christy's warmth around me. She gently swirled her tongue over everything, getting me squeaky clean and prolonging the afterglow. After a long sigh from me, she slowly eased off and rested her head on my leg.

"My God, Christy, that was mind-blowing," I mumbled, still in a daze.

"I was inspired."

"I'll say. Come up here." I guided her face up to mine and pulled her down for a long, passionate kiss, tasting myself in her mouth and expressing my gratitude with my lips.

Soon, I guided her under me, determined to give her an experience to remember. I hovered over her, journeying down her lovely neck and then back to those expressive lips. She squirmed and twisted under me, her entire body responding to my kisses. My heart thrilled to realize what I held in my hands: it was like getting to play a concert grand piano after a lifetime of toy instruments.

Eventually I journeyed lower, and spent some time exploring those breasts that had teased my eyes so many times. Wow. They rode proud and firm on her chest. Best yet, her nipples stood at full attention, surrounded by deep red aureola. I worked my way up, circling each breast and feeling out Christy's responses.

When I grazed the first aureole, Christy gasped. I carefully worked around it, avoiding the nipple heaving so near. My tongue explored the texture while Christy writhed under me.

"Yessss," she moaned when I flicked up and captured a nipple with my tongue. I enclosed the hard nubbin with my lips, marveling at its length and stiffness. I had a feeling that Christy's breasts were going to be a very useful window into her sexual soul, and I exulted in the knowledge. We were going to experience many intense times together.

I varied my technique: kissing, nibbling, sucking, swirling. My fingers moved to the other breast, and Christy's chest heaved. The wet nipple slid easily between my fingers, and I gently pumped it, feeling the stiff flesh stretch and relax.

Christy's legs twisted under me, and then a heady scent of hot pussy hit my nose. The pheromones shot straight into the primitive core of my brain and compelled me to find the source. Leaving my fingers to pleasure her breasts, I journeyed down her abdomen with my tongue. Each lick took me closer to her furnace.

When my tongue grazed her panties, I pulled back and took a look. The material was soaked. I reached down to work them off, and Christy heaved her hips off the bed to assist. She wasn't wasting any time. I got the panties off her feet, and her legs opened in invitation.

Here was a pussy to adore. Christy had wisely kept her best asset-her fiery red hair-intact, and her neatly trimmed bush pointed straight to her core. Swollen outer lips cradled the hot pink inner lips, glistening in deadly attraction. Above, her clit just peaked from its perfect hood. I zeroed in, driven by primitive impulses.

Deciding I had teased the poor girl enough for one night, I saved the intricate exploration for another time, and moved to pleasuring. Of course, nothing was going to happen in a rush, so I started low, tracing my tongue over the outer lips.

"Ahhh," Christy encouraged. She stretched her body out and settled in for some much-needed pussy worship.

I toured around the outer lips, and probed deeper, opening the inner lips with my tongue. A potent rush of musk washed over my nostrils, and her tangy nectar tantalized my sense of taste.

"Yesss," she whispered.

I spent a while this way, letting her passion peak. When she started pushing her hips down, I moved up to her clit, starting on either side and then moving to the hood as she squirmed and bucked. Finally, I took a lap straight up her hood, lashing her now prominent clit.

"Oh God, Yes!"

I stiffened my tongue and worked the tiny pearl all around. When Christy's bucking hips made that impossible, I flattened my tongue and let her ram herself against me. She took the hint, grabbing my head and humping hard. Her breath came in gasps and her body had gone rigid.

Then she tensed impossibly tight and exploded. Her pussy pulsed with her contractions, and her horse cry came in bursts. As her orgasm came off its peak, she sensuously twisted her body, releasing all the stored tension and squeezing out every drop of pleasure. Here was a woman who knew how to cum. As she settled into the afterglow, I kept my tongue flat, letting her find her rhythm, and waiting for the next act.

Apparently, Christy was not a one-and-done kind of girl. When she figured out I wasn't going anywhere, her hips started a slow dance. I lowered my tongue and gently stroked again, working her excitement level up before attacking her clit again. This time she peaked up quickly, and I started the next phase of assault.

This time, I decided to see how Christy responded to her G-spot. I positioned a finger at her opening.

"Pleasssse."

Slowly I worked inside her liquid furnace. So much heat and moisture. I found the stiff area at the top and hooked behind it, finding the spongy tissue behind.

"Um mm."

So far, so good. Starting with very gentle pressure, I stimulated inside with my finger, and outside with my tongue. Soon, Christy ramped up the sensations by pushing into me. I increased the pressure as she demanded it, and soon I had her clit trapped between my lips, and her G-spot singing under my finger. Christy's breath labored under the strain, and when she got close, she pushed her hips off the bed, ramming her pussy into my face as hard as she could.

Her orgasm announced itself with a deep, ragged, half groan, half whimper. Her body rolled in waves, the muscles almost cramping before relaxing again. Finally, she lowered her trembling hips back down and then collapsed, spent. I gently withdrew my finger from her pussy and kissed both her legs before moving up and joining her on the pillow. She had her forearm covering her eyes.

"What happened?" she asked herself. I let her collect her thoughts.

After a rest, she lowered her arm and turned her body to me. Her eyes found mine and fastened on.

A sense of wonder, of gratitude, of reverence, passed between us. Christy had said it, but it was true the other direction as well: she inspired me. To find someone so in tune with their body-I couldn't help but surpass myself.

Christy smiled shyly and reached over to pull my lips to hers. We shared languid kisses, but we both started heating up again. Christy twisted slightly, and I took the hint, shifting over her as she rolled onto her back. I moved between her legs, and she pulled them back, offering herself. A hand snaked down to gently stroke my cock.

"A little birdy told me that you were well-protected, but I wanted to be sure," I said, looking into her eyes.

"She's right, and she also said we could trust each other completely. Thanks for checking first," Christy replied, placing my cock at her entrance. We both gazed deep into each other's eyes as I eased into the hot, wet, silk of her pussy. When I got close, she rippled her body, and I slid home, to gasps of pleasure from both of us. This is what making love really means I thought to myself, and Christy smiled as she picked up on what I was thinking.

"Thanks for earlier. Its making this much more relaxed," I said as I started an easy pace.

Christy winked. "I'm a hottie, so I figured I'd give you some help this first time."

"You'll always be a hottie. I may need a warmup orgasm every time."

Christy laughed. "Shut up and get to work, you goof." She raised her head slightly and I bent down to fasten my lips to hers.

Making love with Christy was warm, caring, fun, and infinitely pleasurable. We alternated deep kisses with gazes into each other's eyes. Our hips danced together, sending a stream of fiery sensations coursing through us. But the rest of our bodies didn't sit out. Christy's hands caressed my back and arms, and I lowered my chest so she could twist and drag her hard nipples across it.

After a long while, I could sense us both seeking a goal. I moved my hips higher, the top of my cock now putting pressure on Christy's clit. A low, sexy moan signaled her approval. Thank God she had drained me earlier, or I would have climaxed right then.

A new level of heat suffused us both, and we abandoned the slow, easy pace to concentrate on building the tension. With each thrust, Christy's hips rose to meet mine. I ground my cock into her clit, and her ragged breathing matched mine.

Christy locked her ankles over my back and started humping in earnest. Her tongue was desperately dancing with mine, and her body writhed under me, stimulating her nipples and anything else she could touch. I was swept away with her, in thrall to the sexual heat radiating from her body and soul.

When she spasmed beneath me, some unseen but potent force hurled me over the edge as well. I can't really say that I climaxed; it was much closer to say that we climaxed. Or something. All I can say is that our bodies, minds, and souls touched ecstasy together.

After tenderly sharing tongue through the afterglow, I pulled back to look into her eyes. Once again, a lot of things rushed back and forth. Words were superfluous.

Christy pulled me back down, and we kissed for a long while. When it felt right, I slid out and lowered myself beside her. She sighed and stretched her legs out, then reached over to extinguish the lamp. Taking my hand, she turned away to spoon beside me. I turned into her and she clasped my hand tightly to her breast, sighing in torpor. I fell into dreams right with her. A lot had happened tonight, and we both needed sleep to assimilate an incredible, but overwhelming, sea of emotions.

Morning found us tangled tightly together. My body knew that it had touched hers closely all night.

I looked up to see Christy's eyes looking into mine. Of course, some sort of silent communication occurred. This time I caught a sense of us both affirming last night.

Christy leaned in and gently touched my lips with hers.

"Would you care to freshen up a bit and then join me back here? I'm not quite ready to get up?"

"I know exactly how you feel," I replied, my cock swelling. It was hard to calm down enough to pee. I took advantage of the toothbrush and let my waving dick lead me back to Christy's bed.

She was lying on her side, one hand propping up her head. The other beckoned me over. I slid beside her and she raised up over me, straddling my hips and bending her head down for another long make out session. Her fiery locks cascaded in a curtain around my face, setting off sparks along my neck.

I let Christy set the pace, my fingers ranging over the rippling skin of her back. When her breath blew hot in my mouth, I brought my hands around to cup her generous breasts.

"Um mm," she hummed.

As we heated up further, I moved to her nipples.

"Yessss," she hissed in my mouth.

I worked her higher, then reached down to her hips and pulled her forward.

She pulled her head up, looking a question. I winked, and she flashed a smile.

"Oh, goody!" she exclaimed as she grabbed the headboard and straddled my head. What woman doesn't like to ride a little face?

I warmed her up and then concentrated on her clit, letting her ride me to a shivering climax. She recovered and then shuffled back to my hips, grabbing my cock and impaling herself.

"Enjoy," she instructed and went to work, pumping my cock in her clutching, undulating pussy.

I put my hands behind my head and let her take me on her journey, free to let my body respond on its own. It didn't take long with a red-headed goddess astride me. I kept my eyes open and let Christy look deep as I quivered and groaned beneath her.

When she judged I had recovered sufficiently, she leaned down for a final session of tongue dancing to round out the morning.

Finally, she raised up again and looked down, a satisfied smile on her face.

"All better?" she asked.

"You could say that," I replied, laughing.

She winked.

"Interested in a shower together before you take me to breakfast?"

"Shower and breakfast with a pretty girl? I'm always up for that."

Christy rolled her eyes and eased off me, then swung to the side of the bed and held out her hand. I let her lead me to the bathroom and we splashed and teased our way through a shower.

"Ponytails are a girl's best friend," she said as she pulled her long hair back.

I laughed as I combed mine, happy that Christy knew when to go for glamour and when to dress down.

She took me to a neat little place, asking for an outdoor table. It complemented her casual outfit and baseball cap perfectly.

You know those times you just never say goodbye? This weekend was one of those. That night, we both were invited to another get-together sponsored by Laura. Of course there was meddling involved.

Later in the afternoon, I decided to run with the vibes flowing between us.

"Christy, would you like to meet Laura and her gang as boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Christy's eyes searched mine for a second, then her face lit up in a radiant smile. "I would love to, Dan."

We got through all the congratulations and friendly ribbing at the bar with Laura and the gang. Later Laura cornered me as I knew she would.

"Well that didn't take very long. Must have been a great night."

"I'm sure you'll get a debrief from your partner in crime," I replied.

"Oh yeah, and it sounds like it will be juicy. So, girlfriend material, huh?"

"Yeah, and maybe more. She's as amazing out of bed as she is in it. You may have outdone yourself putting us together."

"Danny and Christy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," she teased in a sing-song voice. We both knew how the rest of that rhyme went.

"Have your little fun, Laura. Your turn is coming."

"Oh, it won't be little fun, Danny boy. My best friend, falling hard? That's big fun." She winked and was gone.

"Your friend Laura looked pretty happy," Christy observed as she slid her arm into mine.

"I think smug and immensely self-satisfied are closer to the mark. She's gloating that she got us together."

"She has a lot to gloat about, don't you think?"

I nodded. "And she knows it."

I woke up tangled in Christy's arms Monday morning. Christy had observed that I should bring some items over to her place "to keep options open," so I had brought some toiletries and a couple changes of clothes.

"Options are good, are they not?" she quipped as she pulled me into bed Sunday night.

And that's how the Christy and Dan story began. Over the next several months, we came closer together, opening up to each other in many ways. We explored the local area together, took a couple of long weekend trips, and shared our interests. Christy continued as a inquisitive, fun-loving, and accomplished companion, whether it was canoeing down the river or cruising the art galleries at night. We opened up sexually as well. Two stories will give a rough idea.

The first was when she set me down one night, put some smoky jazz on the stereo, and proceeded to give me a private strip tease. But it went further as she starting rubbing her hands over her body. Soon they roamed to her breasts. Then to her ass as she turned to give me a clear view. When she turned back and reached down to stroke between her legs, I pulled my zipper down to free my raging hard-on. Christy winked and kept going.

Soon my pants were gone and we both watched each other climb to orgasm. Christy was so fucking hot. I think she knew that she had struck a chord in me. It was true: I liked to watch. Her climax ripped mine out of me, and I shot hard all over my chest.

"I think he likes it," Christy teased.

I laughed at her childish joke. That was one of the best things about her-we could be little kids together when we wanted.

After that, Christy opened up further, not afraid to pleasure herself with me around, or add a little finger action to my cock inside her. I even gave her a strip tease of my own, to a lot of lusty howls to "take if off!" Part of my ensemble included a strategic bit of cloth to capture the cum spurting out of my cock when I came. Christy's little game had turned me on in both directions.

The other story is more sensuous. One night we were making languorous love. Christy was lying on top, and my hands roamed her back. I reached down to caress her ass, and suddenly she groaned and jammed her tongue down my throat.

I wouldn't be much of a lover of I didn't react to that, so I explored, letting her guide me with her reactions. Always, it was deeper between her cheeks. When I finally touched the ring of her anus, she let out a deep, throaty moan into my mouth. Then she flexed her hips, pushing her ass into my ranging fingers. I started a firm massage of her ring, and she went wild, smashing her clit back into my cock and bucking into my hand.

She came like a freight train, pushing at the bed to arch back and strain her body almost to breaking. I watched the cords of her neck stand out in tension, then she exploded.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed, and humped right through a mighty orgasm. Seeing the forces whirling through her body ripped my orgasm from me as well, and I howled as jets of cum sprayed into her convulsing pussy.

She finally collapsed onto my chest, her hair a sweaty, disheveled mess-just the way I like a girl in bed. Her body purred, and I took that as a sign to leave my fingers right where they were as she settled into the afterglow.

Christy started a very gentle rocking motion into my fingers, and I started some caressing of my own.

"Um hmmm," she whispered as she pulled her head back and fastened her lips to mine. We made out for a long while, her body purring on and on. We had connected in yet another way; another door opened. Christy finally settled her head on my chest and took a nap, saying everything about trust as my fingers remained on her most private spot.