01. Sara and the Origins of Fluffer - Sex Stories

01. Sara and the Origins of Fluffer

... back down to earth with: “So what was so good about the sex she had with this bloke anyway?” I winced and sighed. “No seriously though, you should learn from this,” she said. “What was so much better with this other guy than it was with you? You used to have great sex I thought?” “Hmm. Kind of rubbing salt in the wounds, Sara.” She was sketching in a notebook with a biro. Dark, etched blue lines of some part of a horse probably. She was obsessed with drawing horses. She laughed. “No come on tell me. It will do you good to get it all out!” I watched her drawing “Well… she came. A lot.” “Yep I expected that, how? Come on! Details!” Another sigh from me. “Apparently he was very good with his tongue; she had her first ever oral orgasm.” She glared at me. I knew that would get her attention. She loved ‘head talk’, and would make me describe every time I had any, or gave any. “Hang on, but you used to go down on Imogen all the time! You mean she never came?” “Looks like it… When I asked her if she faked orgasms, for me, she said ‘Not all the time.’ ” Sara cackled. “Oh fuck!” she said. “That’s a bit harsh!” and patted my cheek in a condescending way that only she could get away with. She frowned at her drawing. “But, what did he do that was so good? Licking is licking isn’t?” “She wouldn’t tell me.” “Oh sweet boy, you didn’t actually ask her did you?” She shook her head, covering her mouth. “Well she wasn’t volunteering the information.” “Oh God, that is the saddest thing!” She ...

... sketched what looked like buttocks now, talking to them as she went. “What I don’t understand, is how can you lick a girl and not make her cum? Maybe she just never liked you. But I have to say even then…” “Oh please shut up. Are you drawing an arse?” “Yep.” Silence. We sipped. She put down her pen and peered at me. “Can I ask you a personal question?” she said quietly, putting her hands in her jean pockets, and not waiting for a response. “When you go down, what exactly are you doing? No, I know you’re, like, licking the general area but… well you do know where a girl’s clitoris is, don’t you?” The delay in my affronted response spoke volumes. “Oh shit, you are joking?” Again nothing from me. To be honest I thought I knew too, but now she actually asked me, I realised I couldn’t say for definite. I’m embarrassed to admit, I spent the first few years of sexual maturity kind of guessing. “But surely, we’ve talked about… I mean, how you could not… oh bloody hell!” She picked up her pen, finished her bottom, started on something else. “Another bum?” I asked. She shook her head and giggled as a pair of, what looked like, frogs legs appeared on the page. Then a female torso and head above. “Right,” she said, scribbling a triangle at the join of the legs, “This is where you will find the vagina on a girl…” I growled and went to grab the book. She laughed, screaming, and pushed me away. “No, wait! wait! Let me finish!” She drew an arrow, pointing up between the girls legs. “So… if one ...