It started out totally innocent. (Aka: how all the best sex stories start.)
Really. I didn’t go to that bar intending to go home with her. But I guess the best times don’t always start the way you’d expect them to.
Britta and I were friends of friends; the sort of acquaintances who had crossed paths once or twice but didn’t really have a relationship or friendship outside of being in the same bar, or at the same party a couple of times. I’d always thought she seemed sweet and nice. She’s the kind of Midwestern girl that gets along with everyone and would look right at home posing on the cover of a Bed Bath and Beyond advertisement for scented candles.
Basically, all though Britta was conventionally adorable and sweeter-than-candy nice, she wasn’t really what I thought was my type.
I had escaped from my hometown and the mindset that came along with it. I had packed my bags the second I was 18 and gone off searching for a new life. I landed in my liberal city that I still call home and promptly dyed my hair crazy colors, tattooed myself up, and begun being open and out about everything from voting for Obama to enjoying going down on women and men alike.
So when I landed back home for a family reunion, bedding the token “was probably homecoming queen, girl next door” girl wasn’t exactly on my expectation/to-do/must fuck list.
But then I saw her.
I’m not a sap. I don’t think lust and feelings go hand in hand. Sex is just sex.
But the minute I saw Britta across that crowded bar and looked her, really looked at her, I knew I had to know how she tasted.
She welcomed me into the circle of dudes who were all staring at the way her tank top clung to her black bra with a big hug. Her hair smelled like mangoes and cigarettes and all I could think about was wrapping my fingers around it and pulling. She planted a kiss on my cheek and the way her lipgloss clung to the side of my face made me hungry to know where else, what else she could do with those lips.
“I’ll go get us some drinks! You just say here with the boys!”
Britta waved me off as I tried to grab my card to pay and left me in the slew of guys who had been eyeing her.
“Fuck she’s hot…”
One of the guys watched her walk towards the bar with that sort of douche bag way of staring at a girl’s ass.
I sipped my beer and couldn’t help but also stare.
“Yep,” I agreed between Blue Moon breaks. “She’s definitely hot.”
He gave me a sort of WTF look.
“So what are you gonna do about it?”
Was that a challenge? Was he actually challenging me about the hot girl with the freckled shoulders and a back I wanted to see arch?
I snorted into my beer before smacking it down on the table.
“I’m gonna leave with her, pal. Just watch.”
The rest of the night in that dive bar is sort of an massive blur of 2004 country songs being played on a jukebox while I kept finding excuses to get Britta to lean in closer to hear me. I would tuck her hair behind her ears and with every little lip bite and nervous giggle I knew I was totally in. Maybe I was imagining it, but I was pretty sure when she said, “Come over for some wine” into my ear she purposely caught my earlobe between her lips.
We made it back to her apartment and shook the snow off of our coats before tossing them aside. I curled up on her bed as she popped open a bottle of wine.
“Sorry the place is such a wreck! My boyfriend literally moved out like…four days ago,” she called from the kitchen.
She made her way into the bedroom and handed me some sort of red wine before flopping down on the bed, kicking her Converse off with her.
“Ex-boyfriend. I guess I should have clarified.”
I sipped my wine and nodded.
She sighed. “It’s just so weird. I mean we were together for four years, I can’t even imagine kissing anyone besides him.”
I set my wine down on her night stand.
“Well, why don’t you just give it a shot?” I said thoughtfully with only a slight lean in.
She batted her eyelashes and I could see the curiosity filling her blue eyes.
And I didn’t let her finish the sentence because it was predictable and didn’t matter.
The first few kisses were soft and easy, the kind of making out you do in high school all quiet because you don’t want your parents to catch you. I cupped both sides of her face with my hands and tangled my fingers through her hair as I carefully licked at her bottom lip. I couldn’t help but smile when a little moan escaped her lips and she pulled me in deeper, getting more bold with her tongue.
I pulled away for a split second, both our our mouths red and swollen from kissing.
“I just want to tell you,” I said breathlessly. “If you want to stop — just tell me.”
But Britta just pulled me in again. Her mouth was hungry and her sighs were more desperate, more audible. I guided her arms up and pulled her tank top off, reaching for the clasp on the back of her bra.
She scooted up towards the head of the bed and I crawled towards her, straddling over her narrow hips. I moved from her mouth to her ears to her neck, catching her skin between my teeth. A little “oh” escaped from her as I made my way down, fondling her sides with my hands as I lightly sucked on one already pink nipple.
I kissed her between her chest as I undid her jeans with one hand. Looking up at her as I slid my way down her waistband, feeling the heat from her on my palm, I could see the nervousness between her eyes. I backed up, and kissed her again.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded furiously.
Don’t have to ask me twice.
I pulled her jeans off and threw them beside the bed. She scooted up, her fingers lightly teasing across the top of her pink boyshorts like some sort of invitation. I resumed my previously spot, swirling her nipples with my tongue and tickled my fingers up and down her ribs. She shivered with anticipation and gasped, biting down on her bottom lip.
I took my right hand and carefully, slowly traced the lined from below her pierced bellybutton to the top of her panties. I gently caressed the top of them, teasing her and making her arch into my hand. She was already getting wet, I could feel it between her legs. I thumbed the elastic near her hipbone for just a second before sliding my hand between her thighs.
“Lo…” She moaned hungrily, grasping at my hair.
I slid one finger inside of her, swirling slowly and rhythmically circling her clit with my thumb. She squirmed and shook, I could see her grasping at her pillowcase as she squeezed her eyes shut. I moved from one finger to two, slowly and methodically moving in and out of her. She was so wet, so ready.
I kissed her one more time before pulling off her panties and stared at her naked body, drinking her in. She rubbed herself, licking her lips as I yanked off my sweatshirt and jeans.
“Just relax,” I instructed, backing myself up until I was leaning right over her most sensitive spot.
She couldn’t help but cry out as soon as my tongue met her. Her hips bucked into me and I eased them back down, making purposeful circles over her clit.
She tasted better than I could have imagined.
I rested one hand on one of her full breasts, playing with her nipple as I ate her out. I started slowly; going back and forth from making circles on her clit to licking her length wise with just the tip of my tongue. I slipped my index and middle finger in her, pumping in and out as I danced quickly across her and watched her moans get caught in her throat.
Every now and then I would back up and lightly blow, switching to three fingers and building her up before diving back in.
“Oh god don’t stop…” She whimpered softly, begging me with her eyes and the throbbing I could feel on my lips.
I smiled slowly and obliged, moving faster and harder. My middle finger was inside of her, pulsating on her G-spot as I sucked at her clit. I moved faster with my tongue, flicking back and forth and I felt her body tense against me.
“Oh god…oh god..”
I pressed into her more deeply.
“Come for me, babe. I want to hear you come,” I whispered, muffled against her. She was hot, beating. She was close.
I pressed the tip of my tongue to her and moved it quickly, fast and purposeful. I pushed my finger inside of her deeper and pinched her nipple just slightly as I felt her entire body clench and she cried out. Her fingers yanked at my hair as her hips bucked and shuddered, but I stayed put.
“That’s it, that’s it,” I cooed, still licking and lapping.
Britta screamed out as I kept going down on her. With every twitch, every push as she came I kept rubbing against her G-spot, kept making firm, pressured circles with my tongue against her clit. She was wetter than ever, coming and coming and coming. And once she thought she was done she’d come again. I didn’t stop, didn’t waver until I felt the familiar collapse of her thighs and heard the choking, gasping for air that is just so fucking satisfying.
Britta lay against her strewn pillows, trying to catch her breath. I smiled and wiped my mouth, falling next to her on the bed.
“That was…that was insane,” She said between gulps for air.
I planted a kiss on her cheek and reached for her wine. I heard her swallow and then felt a timid hand on my shoulder.
“Give me a minute and then…can you teach me how to do that?”