I knew people did this, touched their partner's intimate places with their mouths, but I hadn't thought about it much. My promise to God and Joey as a teenager, followed by those years of forced abstinence, meant that I was poorly prepared for this sex stuff. I let my body figure out what to do with conventional missionary intercourse, and I liked it. A lot. Now, my husband was between my legs, kissing the tops of my thighs.
"I love you, Sue," he said, just before his tongue reached me.
That first jolt of sensation, his warm, wet tongue on my tender lips, was like nothing I imagined. My legs spread on their own, and my hands went down to caress his scalp, avoiding the ugly scars where hair would never grow. He was gentle, licking at me, kissing my clit, pressing his tongue into the bruised opening of my vagina. I couldn't believe the feelings.
He brought me to orgasm quickly the first time, faster than I've ever been able to do it myself, and more intensely that he did in our love-making earlier. I was still riding that high when I realized I was going to go again.
I was trying to make sense of the waves of sensation and emotion that kept washing over me when I heard him say, "You like that, don't you?"
"Very much! Where did you learn to do that?"
"Listening to guys. They said chicks dig it. I also read some magazines my roommate's friends brought him in the VA hospital. Seeing your reaction was kinda fun."
"Didn't it taste funny?" His chin was wet, and I felt the moisture under me.
"No, in fact, you taste kind of good."
"Really? People say that's nasty," I said.
"I know, but I think they're wrong. It was pretty cool. I'll definitely do that again."
I was so excited that I almost begged him to make love to me, but I knew that would only make me more sore. Poor Joey! If I was still that needy after what he did to me, how bad must it be for him? One glance at his manhood gave me the answer. It was only fair. We were married now. That changes the rules. "Joey, would you like me to do that to you?"
"Not if you don't want to," he said. His rock-hard penis bounced with his words.
"I never thought about doing it before. Do you know what I should do?"
"I heard guys talk about it."
I took him in my hand and stroked him, they way he seemed to like. "I'll try it." I held his manhood and kissed it. A drop of clear fluid leaked out. It was the same thing I saw on him just before he entered me each time. I licked him, tasting it.
"Oh, Sue!" he moaned.
That was what I needed to hear. My husband liked what I was doing, so I did it again. Then I opened my mouth, held my lips over my teeth, and lowered my head.
Joey let me do it at my pace. He played with my hair, never holding on to it, never forcing me. He loved me, I loved him, he loved what I was doing, and pretty soon I realized I enjoyed it too. I sucked him for a while, listening to him moan, and then licked him, giving my jaw a break, hearing him tell me how much he loved me. When he started moving his hips, I promised myself to swallow. It tasted ... well, I don't know ... different. A little salty, a tiny bit sweet, an odd texture in my mouth. Warm. Nice.
Like most newlyweds, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were both in love and in lust. We learned how to please each other, both quickly and luxuriously. Joey was stronger every day. He claimed that it was my love that did it. He worked his way through school, and with my income as a teacher, we got by.
We decided it was time to start a family, talked how amazing it would be if we could have a child by our fourth anniversary, so I went off the pill. On our third anniversary, Joseph Ramsey III was conceived. We both swear it was that night. I had been looking forward to it, an evening of dinner, dancing, and love-making. It would be a special night where we were newlyweds again, celebrating our love like it was our very first time, just like we did every year on this night.
In the days before, lying in bed with a bucket on the floor or sleeping in the bathroom, I wondered if it would happen. I was getting better, but I couldn't imagine having the stamina for a night out. We had sandwiches and canned soup at the kitchen counter as our anniversary feast. We skipped dancing entirely and went to bed.
The next day, Joey had a fever worse than mine ever was. By the time we were both healthy enough to want to do something again, I had missed my period.
Joey and I learned to accommodate my growing size. We did everything we could to keep each other happy, and I believe we succeeded quite well. We were blessed with a full term, healthy baby boy exactly nine months later.
It was the summer of '79.
Now, it's the summer of 2012. I'm newly retired, loving the fact that I don't have to plan for next school year. The kids don't live with us anymore. Joseph Ramsey III is married and living with his new wife in her native London. Suzanne (not Sue, Jr. -- I put my foot down on that one!) is working on her Master's Degree, engaged to a living doll of a guy who reminds me a little of Joey when we were young.
We're alone together, the way we started. It's nice. We have each other. That and a rock to sit on are all we need.
Joey was happier than usual when he came home from work yesterday. "In a month, I'm a free man. Can you imagine?"
"I know. Thirty-one days before I have an old retired guy underfoot all the time. Are you going to expect me to entertain you?" I teased.
I did what he expected. I still need him as much as he needs me. I melted against him. "Should I entertain you like this?"
Joey picked me up to carry me to bed. I knew it would be especially good when he did that.
"Will you entertain me too?" I asked.
The look in his eyes made me wet, just like it has for decades. He does something to my soul, to my heart and my mind, just being here. It's something about the love and the fire in his eyes. I kissed him so violently he almost dropped me.
Pulling my clothes off me and touching me, as lovingly and thrillingly as always, he said, "I hope I'm not losing my touch, Mrs. Ramsey."