The Devil's Bargain Ch. 11

Mindful of what she'd said in the kitchen, I made an extra effort to go slow. She was warm, and already wet, I discovered, as I trailed a finger between her labia.

Sue reached between us, and wrapped her hand around my erection. It was already rock-hard for her.

I used my hand for several minutes, before I finally inserted a finger into her pussy. She groaned into my mouth, and spread her legs just a little wider. I slid a second finger inside her.

That night, I learned that Sue was no firecracker; she did not go off easily. I used my fingers for quite a long time without noticing any change in her breathing. She was aroused: her nipples were standing up, and was hot and wet, inside. But she didn't appear to be close to an orgasm.

I slid down the bed, and turned her onto her back. I replaced my fingers with my mouth, placing a long, lingering kiss on her pussy.

- "Oh, God..." she said.

No hurry. No rush, I reminded myself. Magic or not, I wanted Sue to enjoy a solid orgasm. The longer the buildup, the more satisfying it would be for her. Sue stroked my hair, letting me know that she liked what I was doing.

My tongue began to tire; I used my fingers more. Then I detected movement: Sue was subtly humping her hips, pushing her pussy against my face. I slid both hands under her legs, and grabbed handfuls of her ass, pulling her even closer to my searching tongue.

- "Unh -" she gasped, as she finally came. It was a pretty big one. She had to lie back, her chest heaving, as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

"I can't - believe it." she got out. "I haven't - felt like that - for so long."

- "Good." I said.

Sue eventually turned me onto my back, and then rolled on top of me, straddling my thighs. She took my cock in her hands, and soon had it fully hard again.

- "I'm going to enjoy this, Dan." she said. "I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it. But when you're ready to... come - you just let go, okay?"

- "Umm..."

- "Please?"

Sue slid back a bit, so that she could take me in her mouth, just to get me wet. Then she moved up, and sat down on my cock. It was my turn to gasp - she was very tight.

She started slowly, but then began to show me a whole repertoire of moves. She slid back and forth, grinding against my pubic bone, but she also used her knees to lift herself up, until only the head of my cock was still inside her, and then she would sink back down on it - sometimes slowly, drawing out the pleasure, and sometimes more quickly, taking most of my length in a single dip.

Sue leaned forward, too, letting her breasts dangle over me. Supporting herself on her palms, she was able to lift her hips and then slam them back down. She also had one move I'd never experienced before: she would twist her hips, in a corkscrew motion, and then repeat it in the opposite direction.

- "I thought - you were out of practice."

- "I am." she said. "Doesn't mean I forgot everything." She could see the look on my face. "Are you getting close? How do you want me?"

I didn't hesitate. Sue let me flip her onto her back, and then used her hand to guide me back inside her. She encouraged me as I started thrusting a little harder. I began to pummel her with short, quick strokes. Two dozen of those, and I exploded inside her.

"Mmm..." she murmured. "That was fantastic."

It was.

After a short breather, Sue remembered that we still hadn't eaten. The once-frozen, now room-temperature pizza didn't look all that appetizing, so she decided to order from a take-out place.

- "You don't have to do that." I said.

- "Sure I do. Neither of us have eaten anything, and I was hoping that you'd have a drink with me while we wait for the pizza. And then I was hoping that... we could go to bed again."

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We fucked again that night, quite energetically. I couldn't call it making love, because it was basically frantic doggystyle coupling. We did spend a long time on foreplay, and I brought her off a second time with my fingers and my tongue.

But if I had to answer a question about Sue, and the status of our relationship, I think that we were essentially fuckbuddies. Friends of long acquaintance - perhaps even good friends - with a great deal in common. Somehow, meeting Aarti had changed the equation for Sue.

And that left me wondering about Brenda.

Sweet, warm, and comfortable. Reality TV and lazy, long drawn-out blowjobs. We went out perhaps twice a month; the rest of the time we spent on her couch or in her bed, or in mine.

Sue and I hadn't discussed an exclusive relationship. Thus far, we hadn't used either word. But if she did want one... what would I say?

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