Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... What happened between you and Lara, anyway?” I asked. “You guys used to be close.” She shrugged. “I don’t know. We’re sort of on-and-off friends. I think it got weird after last summer after the bet was over. Like sometimes I got the feeling she was treating me like I was just a slut, like she was judging me.” She looked down at her knees, or maybe between them. “Maybe I am a slut sometimes, but I don’t want to be judged by someone I thought was a friend.” She sighed. That put a damper on my mood too. “But you enjoy being treated like a slut sometimes, don’t you?” I asked hesitantly. I was sure she did. She looked up at me and smiled. “By the right people.” “Well, then, slut, let’s see what you’ve got under the towel.” The smile widened, turned into a grin, and she spun in her chair so she faced me directly, and then pulled the towel off and apart. Her arms stretched out the sides of it beneath her, like she was displaying her goods but might hide them again at any moment. She was beautiful, of course, and somehow seemed smaller when framed by the towel. Her body was dry, but her pubic hair was still a little wet, as was the space between her legs. She looked delicious. “Well then,” I said, all business-like. “Best get to work. Two orgasms. A dirty job, but somebody’s got to do it.” I knelt down and spread her legs, rising them into the air. I didn’t go right for the clit, but heightened the excitement by placing small kisses on her upper thighs and around the area. ...

... Sometimes I would hover over her slit and just breathe, but then move on to kiss an area above or to one side. One time, as I moved away, she groaned a little, so I took the hint that I was teasing too much, and kissed her on her crack, and immediately after worked my tongue in. Fresh from the shower, she tasted a little different than she usually did, there being no residue of sweat and instead the faintest hint of flowers above the musky aroma that came directly from her, but the usual sour-apple flavor that I loved was still prominent. After a couple minutes on that, I added one finger, tip up, dug into at the depth of the knuckle and stroked at her inside. That seemed to drive her wild, but I only did it sporadically, alternating with thrust-like motions. I kept this up until she was getting close, and then put my lips on her clit, opened slightly, and sucked, giving it occasional flicks with my tongue. That, combined with my finger, sent her over the edge. Her back arched against the chair’s back and her limbs seemed to go first rigid, then like jelly for a moment. I pulled off her clit and removed my finger while she recovered, and moved up her body, kissing along the way, until I reached her mouth. Her mouth parted for me as I did and our tongues met passionately. I liked kissing her after oral sex, with the taste of her wetness on my lips and tongue. I know it’s selfish of me, but the reverse, the idea of her kissing me after my cock was in her mouth, is kind of a turn-off. ...