Out of Character
Peeches © 2005

A few years back I visited an out-of-state girlfriend for the weekend and she and I both had expectations of a weekend of fun, but I had no idea of the twists that fun would take. I flew in on Friday and it was as though we had never been apart. She and I had one of those relationships where we just clicked and outside folks just KNEW we’d known each other all our lives, even though I’d only known her for about a year or so. She introduced me to her hanging buddy and we sat around and joked and laughed and caught up on stuff. Her hanging buddy was a fine, sexy-azzed young man that you couldn’t help but like – and she and I teased the hell out of him all weekend. That first night we headed out to the clubs with him and his friends, hit a strip club, and we all got a tad full and ended up back at her place getting our freak on. Well... she got her freak on with him and I enjoyed myself with his friends. Not that I didn't want to enjoy his sexy self... but she was my girl and I'm not into pissing my girlfriends off. I figured if she wanted to share she'd let me know.

She and I got some "us" time in, after we slept off the effects of the alcohol and sex. We managed to get in lots of loving and laughing and shopping and dancing. As she and I went about enjoying each other’s company I noticed that her young man didn’t seem to be too sure about how to take the relationship we had. I'd catch him shaking his head after we kissed or see him stop short when he'd walk in and see us snuggling on the couch. I got a kick out of seeing him try to figure out whether or not he was uncomfortable or turned on by our closeness and displays of intimacy. The emotions flitting across his face made me smile and giggle.

All in all it was a wonderful weekend and Sunday morning I said my goodbyes, gave hugs all around and headed to the airport to catch my flight. I’m not the most punctual person in the world and it turned out that I ended up missing my flight so I had to call her to come back and get me. We headed back to her place, both of us grateful for the unexpected time, and talked about the weekend. I told her that her young man was fine as hell and she’d better take care of him or I'd have to come back and take care of him for her. She laughed at my comment and said we'd take care of him together, which made me smile even more. That's one of the reasons I loved her with her sexy self... we could share without someone losing their dayumed mind about it!

We got back to her place, walked in the door, and who do you think was laying on her living room floor eating a bowl of cereal, playing a video game and bumping the music? Yup... her sexy-azzed young man. She and I looked at each other, looked at him, and we both burst out laughing. He rolled his eyes at us and went back to playing the game, mumbling something about silly-azzed girls. He didn't have a clue... 

Now – in my defense, I want you to know that I had absolutely no intentions of sampling her young man that weekend... but then she started teasing him and he started to wrestle with her and at one point she had him on the couch hugging him tight so he couldn't move his arms and I just had to join in the fun. I reached out to grab his legs, and she and I met each other's eyes and locked gazes as he struggled to get out of the hold she had him in. From her expression I knew it was on and I know my face had that silly half-grin I get just before I’m about to do something naughty…

The look on his face was priceless. Absolutely priceless... as my hands slowly traveled up his legs and as he suddenly realized what my intentions were and he renewed his struggles to get free. I’m always afraid of overstepping myself, and this was definitely new territory as far as me being the aggressor when it comes to sex – so you can imagine my relief when my hands finally reached their destination and I discovered that his dick was harder then hell. I knew it was going to be okay – translate: he wasn’t going to yell “rape” or become angry with me. 

I watched as she lowered her mouth to his neck and her tongue reached out to taste his skin. I could hear her whispering into his ear without being able to make out the words. He tried to move away from her, but she wouldn't let his arms go and I reached up and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, reached in, and pulled out his hard and oh-so-beautiful dick. I just looked at it and said "dayum". Not only was it hard, but it was thick and long and hot and oh-so-beautiful. I looked up to see her watching me intently, shifted my eyes to see him looking down at me with a lost look in his eyes, and then I bent my head and reached my tongue out to lick the drop of wetness that had formed on the... and he groaned. 

That groan was all I needed to hear... I opened wide and lowered my mouth onto his dick. He closed his eyes and threw his head back and I felt his entire body relax. I licked and sucked him, twirling my tongue around the head on the upstroke and opening wide on the downstroke. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as she loosened the hold she had on him, made sure he was done with fighting her, and came around to pull his jeans further down so I could dip my head and take his balls into my mouth while she wrapped her mouth around his dick and swallowed him. He didn't touch me, but his hands went to her head as he guided her head up and down over his dick. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked him while I cupped his balls and she and I kissed each other... both of us sharing how the delicious taste of his pre-cum. 

She smiled at me, and I looked up and caught him looking at us in amazement with his mouth hanging open. She kissed me, moved back up behind him, and wrapped her arms around him again... as I slowly stroked his dick with one hand and gently cupped and fondled his balls with the other. I remember smiling at him and maintaining eye contact as I opened my mouth wide and tried to take him all the way inside of my mouth and throat. I went back to sucking in earnest... trying my dayumedest to swallow his entire length. He was starting to whimper and his hips were bucking and she wouldn't let him move... and then he was in my throat and I was swallowing, withdrawing, and slowly sliding him back into my throat. He had a wide-eyed look on his face and I could hear him groan, "Shit..." as I reached up to play with his nipples, twisting and pulling on them. His hips were bucking, my mouth, tongue, and throat were working to draw his cum out of him... and he came just as she captured his mouth and gave him a deep kiss. I could hear him groaning into her mouth as I kept on sucking, swallowing what he was giving me... my mouth riding his dick 'til his hips were quiet and his breathing had slowed. 

I gently let him slide out of my mouth, licked my lips to make sure I hadn't miss any of his cum, and slowly pulled his jeans back up and buttoned them for him. I reached up and gave him a soft kiss, smiled and kissed my girl, and we helped him up from the couch and walked him out to his car. He didn't say a word and he had this faraway and dazed look in his eyes. I asked him if he was going to be okay, and he just nodded his head. I reached up and gave him a kiss and thanked him for the wonderful weekend. She told him to holler at her later so they could hit the gym together and we shut his car door and walked back into the apartment... 

I was so completely in awe at what I had just done. I am SO not the aggressive-I'm-just-gonna-take-it-kinda girl. More like the your-azz-is-gonna-need-to-make-the-first-move-or-you-won't-ever-get-any-of-this-good-stuff kinda girl. But I still get wet thinking about the way she and I took it from him that day...