Mike and me . . . and Kaitlin, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Mike and me . . . and Kaitlin, Part 2

All three of us were naked. Mike would be fine for a while.Nothing like a blowjob to calm a guy down. I wanted to talk to Kaitlin, and we’d do it in her room. Kaitlin and I gathered up our clothes. I took her hand. Naked and a little flustered, we walked up the stairs. As we passed a bathroom, I handed Kaitlin my clothes and stopped to wash Mike’s come off my face. I hadn’t realized I was grinning until I saw myself in the mirror. Her room was too pink. A twin bed stood against the far wall, barely leaving space for a desk under the window. She threw our clothes at the floor, an expanse of peach carpet already in use as a dumping ground for clothes and books. Her bed hadn’t been made and an old patchwork quilted spread hung off the bottom. The pink walls were bare except for a poster of Taylor Swift wearing red shoes and playing a red guitar, although what you really saw were Taylor’s long bare legs. The guitar covered the tops of her thighs and her fingertips strummed the strings exactly where her pussy would be behind the instrument. “You want to brush your teeth?” I asked. “It’s OK. I used to do that after blowjobs.” “Really?” she asked. She sat on the edge of her bed. “I like your room,” I said. “It’s OK.” She lay back and looked at the ceiling, her knees bent. “That was weird.” “Did you enjoy sucking his cock at all?” I asked. I sat next to her and stroked her leg. She was a lovely girl. Her legs were on the thin side, but she was thin overall. “Kinda. Well, yeah, ...

... mostly. It was fun and I liked getting him all excited. And I liked you helping me and . . . touching me. Even kissing you. I just wish he didn’t do that in my mouth.” “Tasted salty, huh?” I rubbed the inside of her leg, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. “Mostly it tasted slippery,” she said. I felt her shiver. My hand moved to within an inch of her pussy and her knees spread farther apart. “Did it taste the same on my lips?” I asked gently. “It, um, no, well, I couldn’t really taste his jizz on you. I just tasted you.” I leaned over and barely brushed her lips with mine. I put my hand on her pussy. “You’re very nice, Mrs. Shepherd. Your hand feels good.” “You’re very pretty,” I said. “He’s a lucky guy.” “He never called me beautiful.” What? Oh, right, he called me beautiful. “I think you’re beautiful. He probably doesn’t know how to talk to you yet. Just like you didn’t know how to tell him what you wanted. Still don’t, I guess, since that was mostly about him. What do you want, Kaitlin? Does this feel nice?” My fingers were wet from rubbing her labia and I eased one into her cunt. “Oh, yes,” she replied, taking two quick breaths. I leaned into her, pressing my lips against hers, and I was jolted by an overpowering need. Climbing on top of her, I put my knee between her legs, rubbing her thigh with my pussy. I kissed her hard, my tongue in her mouth. Her pussy pushed back at my hip and I sat back, enjoying the look on her face. I tweaked her nipples between my fingers. “You ...