The Side Effect

"My clit, baby. Rub my clit."

I ran my soaking-wet fingers back and forth, feeling her nub getting harder as she approached orgasm. I was beginning to feel lightheaded, drunk from the savory nectar on my tongue that I could neither place nor tell where it came from.

Lindsay's legs shook and her hips bucked, and I knew that her orgasm was about to peak. I rubbed harder and faster until—

She grabbed my hand to stop me.

"What's wrong," I asked a little bit alarmed. "Come here," she said, climbing off the bed and beckoning me to follow. Once again, she put my fingers in her mouth and licked them clean.

Then she took my hand and led me to the bowls on the dresser. She dipped my fingers into the bowl of honey. As she brought my fingers to her lips, I tasted the sticky sweetness of the honey in my own mouth. She licked off the honey slowly, kissing my lips when she finished. When I tried to poke my tongue into her mouth, she pulled back.

"Uh-uh. We're not finished yet," she said. She pulled me to the bowl with the tonic water, and dipped my fingers in it.

"Yuck," I said, making a face. "I hate tonic water. It's so...bitter."

She licked that off too, swirling her tongue around the pads of my fingers. It made up for the disgusting taste of tonic water in my mouth.

It wasn't until she squeezed the lemon wedge over my fingers, however, that it dawned on me what was going on. As soon as she squeezed the lemon, I smelled it, but a second later, when it ran across my fingertips, along the ridges of my fingerprints, I knew.

This was not a love potion. This drug wouldn't make her pussy taste like ice cream or alter my perception of flavors. This drug mixed up my senses, turning my fingers into a tongue. I was tasting with my fingertips! My mind was blown.

Lindsay's grin spread across her face as she realized that I was figuring it out. "Have you placed that flavor yet, Zack? The one you want for dinner tomorrow?"

"Oh my god," I said. I was stunned. "That wasn't food, was it?"

"Nope. And you don't have to wait for dinner to have it, 'cause it's right here!" She stuck her own fingers into her pussy to demonstrate. She was beaming.

I couldn't even form words. I was tasting pussy from my fingertips. This was fucking wild. I stuck my fingers back into the bowl of tonic water. Sure enough, I could taste the bitter quinine, right at the back of my tongue. I licked the forefinger on my other hand and stuck it into the bowl of salt. The sharp saltiness overwhelmed my mouth, and I put the right hand into the lemons, squeezing the wedges and making a mess on the dresser.

Lindsay continued to watch with a funny smile on her face as my fingers created a bizarre cocktail. She let me play for another minute before she reminded me why I had paid so much for this science experiment gone wild.

"Go wash your hands so you can taste me again," she said with a wicked twinkle in her eye. I understood the twinkle as soon as the soap hit my hands.

"Blech!" I started spitting in the sink, trying to get the taste of the Softsoap out of my mouth.

Lindsay came into the bathroom laughing so hard, I thought she'd piss herself. "Rinse your hands, dummy," she said, snorting as she spoke.

"You knew that would happen, didn't you, you little minx?"

"Of course I did. You should have too." She rubbed her hands down my ass cheeks and said, "C'mon. Let's get those fingers back in here. We've only got a few minutes before it wears off, and then..."

I raised my eyebrows at her in the mirror. "And then?"

"And then you get to taste me the regular way. You know, with your tongue." She was grinning. Again.

I smiled back. I had to admit to myself that I couldn't wait. For the first time in my life, I was going to lick her pussy without some irrational fear of the taste. Thank fucking god.

I turned to hug her and then scooped her into my arms and dropped her onto the bed. Her legs bounced apart, and she squealed.

This time I didn't mess around with my fingers, whether or not they could taste. I started with my lips, kissing all over Lindsay's wet pussy. It was like a soft apology to her clit, to her lips, to every spot I had been afraid to taste. She shivered each time my lips touched her flesh.

I smiled up at her between her knees. She had tears in her eyes.

"Sweetie," I said, "if I had known how import—"

She cut me off before I could finish. "Shut up, Zack. I love you. Just stop talking and eat me."

Before she could finish, I plunged my tongue inside her and fucked her with it. In and out, in and out, over and over, while she moaned. I put my fingertips to her clit while I tongue-fucked her, and I tasted a doubly intense rush of her sexy flavor washing over my tongue.

When I finally pulled my tongue out of her cunt, I said, "This is fucking intense. My head is swimming with the taste of you. I can't get enough."

She put her hands in my hair and pushed me back between her thighs. "My clit. Please lick my clit."

I have to admit that my technique wasn't what put her over the edge. I was sloppy and drooling a bit, I could tell, but as soon as my taste buds mad contact with that little nub, her hips bucked, and she moaned out of control. She pulled my hair so hard, it hurt. "You like that baby?" I asked without moving my tongue from its target.

"Oh my god. I'm so fucking close. I'm gonna come. Keep licking me, just like that." She was babbling now, and her head thrashed back and forth. I thought about plunging my fingers back inside her, but I decided that could wait for the encore.

Seconds later, her babbles turned to incoherent shouts, her toes curled, and she held my face tightly to her pussy with her legs. I struggled to breathe when she closed her thighs around my head, but I tried to lap up every drop of liquid that flowed from her as she came.

When she finally relaxed after her orgasm, I could finally hear her forming words again. "Marry me."

"What was that, my love?" I asked.

"Marry me. Please," she said.

I pulled my mouth from her sopping-wet pussy and went to the dresser. I pulled the ring box out of the drawer, where it sat, lonely and disappointed. I removed the heart-shaped rock from its velvet bed, and slipped it onto Lindsay's ring finger. "I love you, baby," I said. "Let's marry each other."

She smiled while she examined the ring, her tears shining brighter than the facets in the diamond. Then her expression changed. I almost expected devil horns to pop out of her skull.

"Round two," she announced. I smiled, thinking that my fiancée was about to give me a blowjob. Instead, I found my head pushed between her thighs once again. My grin widened as I realized that I loved it.

Her second orgasm built quicker than the first, and I used my fingers to rub her g-spot while I licked her clit. I was so pleased to hear the happy noises she made, that I didn't think twice when she said, "Stick your finger in my ass."

I remembered too late that the side effect hadn't completely worn off. It was a bit of a shock for both of us, but it was definitely for the best. Now my fiancée tells me that I give a hell of a rimjob.