.The Las Vegas Trip

We toweled each other off and fell onto the bed.  We cuddled up, facing each other.  She stroked my face, my chest.  I cupped her breasts.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said.

"You do it very well," I said.

"I don't mean sex.  I mean cheating."

"Oh.  Well, no, I didn't think you did."  I licked one thumb and lazily rubbed one nipple with it.  "But these are special circumstances."

She purred, pushing up against my hands.  "Special," she repeated.  "So, what are your circumstances?"

I was bebetrayed," I said.  She looked confused.  I had to explain about Bebe, the cheating, the collapse of my world.  She drew the whole story out of me, including my proposal at the state fair, on top of the Ferris wheel. All the way through to the point where 'bebitch' was becoming less of a habit and more of a speech impediment.

"Well, it seems I have a mission, then," she said.  "We need to come up with better b-word imaged in your mind."

I squeezed her boobs.  "I can think of two right off," I said.

She smiled but pushed me a way.  Then she rolled face down, hands crossed under her pillow.  "Michael, have you ever heard the term 'buss' as in 'planted a buss' on someone?"

"Sure," I said.  "It's an old-fashioned way of saying kiss."

"Then, Michael," she commanded.  "Buss my butt."

I rolled obediently down to her behind and bussed her cheek softly.  "Both," she said.  I bussed both butt cheeks.

"Between," she ordered.  I planted a line of kisses up the curve of her ass, at the edge of the crack, poking my tongue out to lick gently between both mounds.

"Back," she hissed.  I retraced my steps, kissing and licking back down the crack.  She gave a little gasp.  "MY back."

So I bussed along her spine, shoulder blades, ribs, lips and tongue leaving shiny spots dotted here and there all over her behind.

"Belly button," she said, rolling over.  I poked my tongue into her, pushing and tugging, probing and running tiny little circles.

"Too bad I shave," she mused.  "Or you could play in my bush." 

"I could make-BElieve," I said, stressing the syllable.  I scooted down a bit and licked her where her bush had probably been.  Every so often I sat up and pretended to spit out a pubic hair.  She giggled.

I was going to go down on her when she said "Boob."  No way was I going to give up a chance at those swelling banks.

I started at the base (saying 'base of the boob' as I did), licking in circles, up the sides, finally lapping at the nipples, then sucking them into my mouth, one at a time, using my fingers to keep the other breast occupied.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnice," she murmured.  "But I also owe you-"

"A blowjob!" I shouted, throwing myself back and stretching out.  Little Mikey was fully recovered and recharged from the bussing.

"Eager beaver," Amanda mused, kneeling over me.

She took her time on this one.  She started slow, with lingering licks up one side, around the ridge, across the back.  She moved on her hands and knees, pivoting around my cock, licking each side as she could reach it.

Then she was spreading my legs and laying down between them.  She left the cock alone, trembling in the air, and lipped each testicle into her mouth.

She rolled them around, sucking and lightly nibbling.  I reached to place hands on her head.  She dropped my ball.  "This isn't a porno, Michael," she said.  I grabbed the bedsheets instead.

Amanda placed her hands gently on my thighs.  I responded to her gentle pressure by spreading my legs even farther.  She lowered her face to lick at the tip of my cock, slowly sucking the tip inside.

Her fingers curled, nails curving into my skin.  My legs tensed but there was no place left to move them

She sucked hard, as if trying to leave a hickey, but only holding the tip inside.  I knew better than to push myself into her face, but I couldn’t help arching my back a bit, trying to get more of me into her mouth.

She didn't miss it, though ,and lifted her head to keep just my tip between her lips.

"Oh, God," I whimpered.  She started to lick the little spot underneath Little Mikey's helmet.  I whined.  Then she started to snap her head up and down the shaft, licking and sucking, loud slurping sounds as she sucked me off.

The attention tore an orgasm out of me in surprise.  I didn't tense, didn't feel it coming, I was just suddenly spurting forth.

Amanda grabbed my cock and tilted it away from her face, watching sperm bolt up and arc over my belly to land on my chest.

When I stopped, she milked it, pushing the last little bit of come up and out, dripping down onto my crotch.

A swipe of her fingers cleaned up my come.  I lay there, helpless, watching her lick her hand clean.

She slithered up the bed, pausing here and there to lick the shiny wet spots where my come had been.

Then she kissed me.  I didn't even hesitated and our tongues slid and wrestled some more.  I may have tasted myself then, but at that point I didn't care.

We cuddled again, floating in a warm spot, our entire universe that bed and our two bodies.

She broke the spell when she noticed the time.  "I think you should leave," she said.  She nibbled on my ear lobe as she said it, making it something less than a dismissal. 

I was still feeling that I was using up luck right then, and didn't want to push it.  A bad ending would do no one any good.

So I kissed the tip of her nose and rolled out of bed.

I found that my clothes were stained, bit greasy handprints here and there.  Well, I had a change.  I put those on and slipped out. 

Amanda was humming to herself as I closed the door.  I couldn't help but notice that no one had mentioned meeting tomorrow.

So I assumed that this was like the slot machine.  One chance, one happy win and what a jackpot it was.

I was whistling happily as I made my way down to my room.