mya
Midnight Rambler
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"The only time it can be abnormal is if you confuse fantasy from reality. Does he do that, Mya?" asked the Doctor.
I had to think about that one…did he do that? No surely that wasn’t it. Was it? Out loud I said, "Oh no Docteur, I’m sure he does not do that. I am sure he knows he’s making love to me…I think." My mind began to run through all the times we’d made love, he’d never called out another woman’s name. Surely, he knew it was me he was loving when he was buried deep within me…right? All these were good questions, but not ones that I was ready to ask out loud.
Her words dragged me back to the real world, back to her office, and back to the woman before me who watched me so closely. "…you are so refreshingly sexy. Now tell me, Mya. Do you ever fantasize of being with other women?" A sudden flash of a fantasy I’d had while in College came back to haunt me. My beautiful room mate and I had shared a kiss after a party once. We’d both consumed enough alcohol to drop any inhibitions, but we were fully cognizant of our actions. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by her boyfriend who wanted to screw her, so she got laid, and I got screwed all right—right out of my first female fuck.
Finally I realized the Doctor was interested in me THAT way. My lips parted with anticipation and I found myself leaning in to meet her lips as she kissed me softly. My fingers slid naturally up her thighs, feeling her dampness there. She sat beside me on the red leather lounger…thigh to thigh, each of us curling one arm around the other. My fingers of my free hand flattened against her mound, rubbing awkwardly up and down through her panties. Our tongues twined and I swallowed her moan of pleasure. Feeling braver, my fingers slipped inside her panties, and my index finger slipped between her moist lips, to land directly on her love button. I flicked her clit back and forth quickly with my finger, exactly as I liked it when I did it to myself.
"Yes Mya, yesssssssss," she moaned as she laid back on the couch, pulling me with her. Her hands were busy opening the buttons on my blouse, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. My hands had her skirt around her waist and her panties off quickly. We were hungry for each other. Our mouths continued to devour each other as our hands roamed each other’s bodies. She made quick work of my bra, unsnapping the front closure and tossing it over my shoulder in the direction of the door. It sailed through the air, only to…
I had to think about that one…did he do that? No surely that wasn’t it. Was it? Out loud I said, "Oh no Docteur, I’m sure he does not do that. I am sure he knows he’s making love to me…I think." My mind began to run through all the times we’d made love, he’d never called out another woman’s name. Surely, he knew it was me he was loving when he was buried deep within me…right? All these were good questions, but not ones that I was ready to ask out loud.
Her words dragged me back to the real world, back to her office, and back to the woman before me who watched me so closely. "…you are so refreshingly sexy. Now tell me, Mya. Do you ever fantasize of being with other women?" A sudden flash of a fantasy I’d had while in College came back to haunt me. My beautiful room mate and I had shared a kiss after a party once. We’d both consumed enough alcohol to drop any inhibitions, but we were fully cognizant of our actions. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by her boyfriend who wanted to screw her, so she got laid, and I got screwed all right—right out of my first female fuck.
Finally I realized the Doctor was interested in me THAT way. My lips parted with anticipation and I found myself leaning in to meet her lips as she kissed me softly. My fingers slid naturally up her thighs, feeling her dampness there. She sat beside me on the red leather lounger…thigh to thigh, each of us curling one arm around the other. My fingers of my free hand flattened against her mound, rubbing awkwardly up and down through her panties. Our tongues twined and I swallowed her moan of pleasure. Feeling braver, my fingers slipped inside her panties, and my index finger slipped between her moist lips, to land directly on her love button. I flicked her clit back and forth quickly with my finger, exactly as I liked it when I did it to myself.
"Yes Mya, yesssssssss," she moaned as she laid back on the couch, pulling me with her. Her hands were busy opening the buttons on my blouse, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. My hands had her skirt around her waist and her panties off quickly. We were hungry for each other. Our mouths continued to devour each other as our hands roamed each other’s bodies. She made quick work of my bra, unsnapping the front closure and tossing it over my shoulder in the direction of the door. It sailed through the air, only to…