Dual

Fucking Blossom!

That was the first thing that ran up the back part of my brain. It wasn’t fair really to think that. I haven’t seen her in about 3 years when she was 16. I actually always kind of liked her. As I liked all highly sexual girls. How could you not like them? Not just the fact of getting into their pants faster then other but just because of who they were.

These girls who don’t care what you think, only what they feel. Explains my attraction for other girls I’ve known. Or maybe they were all just highly sexual. I can’t think right now. I’m too busy looking at her.

She might have seen me already and is just ignoring me, which is fine cause I’m just looking right now, my own kind of window-shopping.

She’s lost some weight. Most of it baby fat but she still has some of it. A random thought of how she used to masturbate to music videos flits through my mind. Her hair is brown and to her shoulders, crimped around a round face. Small breasts, wide hips, legs that have slimmed a lot. She still looked kinda 16. I hadn’t seen her since she used to hang out with Joanne. But she moved way far away and likes to call me at 1 in the fucking morning. In fact I had never just hung out with Blossom on my own. Always with Joanne and that one time with Bianca.

But anyway I think I’ll go over and say hi.

She says hey to me with this little shyness I find really cute. It goes against everything else that is so blatant about her. Pices like me are supposed to be attracted to used girls and girls who know that they want sexually. Blossom defiantly fits that. I ask what she up to and she says that she’s jut hanging around shopping. Perfect!

I ask her she wants to see a movie with me and she gives me a look like I’m crazy, asking her to a movie out of nowhere. I talk her into it, offering to pay. She guesses she has nothing to lose.

20 minutes later finds us in the last row of a movie. I lead us back there, blossom following obediently enough.

The movie was fucking dull. I kept on sneaking peeks over at her, running my eyes over her generous thigh and scant breasts. Suddenly without warning I scoot down out of my seat in front of her and start to undo her pants. At first she grabs at me asking what the fuck I’m doing. I simply place my finger to my lips and shush her. Let me do this, I say. Slowly she lets me go and go back to undoing her pants. She scoots herself forward in the seat so her pussy is right at the edge. I’m only slightly surprised to see and smell that she’s wet.

One time she had warned me that she is a very wet girl.

I love that first feel of the girl’s thighs rubbing against my cheeks as I sink my head between them, entering into the woman’s shadow. The only real one between their legs. That place of shadow and mystery that we cant help but discover again and again but no matter how many you see, its amazing that every woman you see has one of these.
I love the smell the drifts up my nostrils and into my head. I never drink but I know what it means to be drunk. I get drunk on that smell, the one and only smell that makes your head swell and gut tighten. Makes my mouth water. I wish it didn’t though.

It dilutes the taste when I go in for it.

The ambrosia that hits my tongue and goes down my throat and into my blood. Becoming part of me. Every girl I’ve ever known this way is still with me in this way, mixing in my blood and bones. I’m like a vampire carrying pieces of these girls in me when my tongue touches their cunts.

The fabric of the theater seat if rough beneath my chin as I rest it their, slipping my tongue into her tunnel, leading deep into her and for a short time I am part of her as well.
I wonder what the seat feels like to her under her naked thighs. In this moment I love this girl nothing else matter besides this taste and this smell of her. The real her. The taste of her mouth that I have never experienced is no doubt a pale comparison to what I’m tasting now. This is the real essence of every woman. You can wax poetic about a girls perfume, the sparkle of her eyes, the feel of her skin but you cant really experience what that girl is until you have your tongue inside her cunt.

Mine wound around inside of you. I pulled it out and moved up to her clit, flicking my tongue over the little bump. A soon as I do her hips move to dance with my tongue, matching its rhythm. Her hands move down my head and hold it in place.

I love it when I girls does that. No higher praise, not even words mean more then this simple action. You can say to never stop. Another to try and physically make sure that never happens.

Her hips move in tight little circles, showing me how she likes to have to done. An old rhythm I now remember. My pices blood gets of on knowing that she knows what she likes.

The floor is sticky and dirty beneath my knees, face full of Blossom, her hips are going faster. She’s climbing really fast. Too fast really. I hope to have enjoyed this longer. I don’t use my fingers in this instance I only hold her thigh, pulling her closer to my mouth as I devour her. My lips suck at her clit, making her arch and stutter in her rotations. I can hear her breathing louder now above me. Then her thighs grip, her breath stops and she peaks, bucking once and twice against my mouth, holding my head harder against her as she cums. Then she relaxes and I lick her clean. I help her pull her pants up and take my seat.

I lick my lips and give the middle-aged couple in front of us a smile and wave when they look back.