Chapter 3

I thought about how to win for a few days. I analyzed everything I knew about her convoluted personality. Just which weakness would I exploit? I've seen her cum twice now and I figured she probably does her thinking with her sex organs just as much as I do.

She seemed really motivated by hugging and holding me. And she needed things to fit her idea of justice. These would be my keys to victory.

I hatched a plan to use a carrot and stick approach.

For days after I first came up with my plan I couldn't stop thinking about how it was going to play out, how she would react, and how I would gain access to her hot body. I needed her mouth and pussy. In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about Wanda all the time.

First I sent her a text on Thursday, "Sorry Wanda, but something's come up and I can't make it Saturday. Would Friday or Sunday work for you?" Anything to throw her off her game: disrupt her plans.

She texted back that she was looking forward to Sunday, and she included emojis of two pairs of lips.

On Sunday, Brad dropped me off with a final warning, "Pete, you heard what Liam and Devon said. How they were wrapped around the girls' fingers and couldn't escape. This is your last chance to run away. Your car's right there, just take it and go."

"Brad," I answered, "She's beaten me so far. I wanna win!"

"Well I bet she's gonna beat you. There's a good chance you end up sodomized by the end of the night."

"And I bet she won't. If I'm wrong I'll buy you a beer."

When Wanda opened the door she was wearing skin tight stretch pants, a snug workout top, and her delicate feet were bare. My heart leaped just once. She gave me a peck on the cheek, saying, "Oh I'm so sorry, Steffie's out right now. We're just gonna have to wait till she gets back. Would you like to play a game 'till then, maybe Cribbage?"

I couldn't let her keep control, I had to throw her off. I took her in my arms in a tight warm embrace and kissed her passionately on the lips for the first time. She melted in my arms and I knew I was on the right track.

While we were kissing she put her own arms around my neck, hugging me back. It was electric. It felt like my first prom dance with a long time crush. I melted too.

We kissed for a long time and when it ended I couldn't let go.

Then I did something off script and with no regard for my carefully made plans. Impulsively, I blurted out all the new thoughts and feelings I was having, "Wanda, We've done some hot stuff. I came here because you promised two sets of lips." She smiled at me devilishly. "And I've had a lot of fun with your contests." I saw that competitive spirit rising up in her."

"But I'm worried. I have this impulse to win. To beat you. But that's just not good for a relationship. I don't want to play the game anymore," Her smile faded. "I'm not gonna be satisfied with you and Stef putting your pretty lips on my cock. I don't want your mouth, or your pussy." Now she looked confused.

"I want you. I want to get to know the girl inside here" I laid my hand on her chest when I said it.

I was still holding her in my arms and she still had her arms wrapped around my neck. I spilled my heart out, gauging her face for a reaction. I could've been totally wrong and she just might've only wanted games.

I tightened my grip, "I don't want to compete with you. I want to be on your team. It'll be a brand new challenge – you and me against the world. Whaddya say?"

At first she didn't say anything. She just looked at my eyes, shifting her gaze from one to the other, then her voice came out all hoarse and weak, "Everyone's always wanted my body. I mean always. Everyone. You really want…me?"

"Yes! Yes! You're my equal. You push all the right buttons. Let's go for walks in the park. To dinner and the movies. Thanksgiving at two houses where we have to eat two dinners because our families cooked it. I want it all."

She squealed, "Me too! Let's start today. All that, and Roller Skating and trips to the beach." Then, playing with the button on my shirt, "But first I want you to do something for me that no one has ever done before." I was ready. I smiled from ear to ear waiting to hear what she wanted. Then the words came spilling out, "I want you to make love to me. Not just sex. And if you're tricking me…to beat me at the game…please make me believe it first before you pull the rug out."

She looked so vulnerable. I picked her up, explaining myself, "Honesty is really important to me. Even if I were still playing the game I would always be honest."

I carried her off to her bedroom where I made mad love to her. We kissed each other all over. I caressed her and she caressed me. When it was time I laid her on her back, placing the tip of my cock at her entrance, and slowly eased in. Watching her eyes go wide with the first penetration.

We embraced while making love. A first for her, and never better for me.

I came in a torrential flood and a moment later she came, rubbing her clit with me still buried deep.

We lay together, not disengaging, until my penis shrank and fell out naturally.

I felt like I could never let go, rather than getting up or rolling over we shifted to maintain our hug in a different position.

Afterwards we lay in each other's arms. Her clinging to me, and me holding her tight. Her voice was so soft I almost didn't hear, "Papi never hugged me, and mom was gone." She looked up at my face with her head on my chest. I waited for her to tell me more about her pain, but instead she said, "You know Brad and Steffie want to get together?"

I nodded. "We could set them up, but there's no guarantee it'll work."

"We could… but hang on to that thought for a minute." She sat up in bed to look straight at me. "I think Brad really likes the idea of a man sucking his cock." I wondered where she was going with this. "I bet he would enjoy going to a glory hole to have an anonymous man do it."

Then she changed course, "And Stef has never given her mouth to a man for the sheer pleasure of giving herself like that. She's always on a date or something where there's a payoff. I bet if she had the opportunity to suck a cock, for no reason other than that the guy would like it, she would."

I suddenly saw where she was going with this.

"Maybe." I replied. "But would it be right to manipulate them like that?"

"No one ever does what they don't want to do in my projects. And there's always a parachute. I never lie or bring out something that isn't already there."

"Ok, but how does her blowing him through a glory hole when he thinks it's a guy get them together?"

"It's all about insight. First Stef needs to know that she's not a selfish bitch. She thinks she is – but I know her better than that." That was a revelation to me. But I trusted her opinion.

"And Brad?" I asked.

"He thinks he's only interested in conquering women and physical hedonism. But he's a lot deeper." I had to agree.

"Trust me. It'll work and they'll both come out on the other side better for it."

"Ok, let's think up a plan. We should scope out some glory holes too, and while we're there you can watch me suck a couple cocks.

"Oh, but it's a lot more than thinking and scoping." She tossed me my car keys while grabbing a notebook.

On the drive she showed me flowcharts and sections in her notebook for back up plans. The effort she put into her plans was beyond me.

"I take it back. I'm not your equal. You're definitely my superior."

"Oh Pete. That's not true at all. You're the only one to try to game the game. And I have no doubt you could've beaten me. But then, you were the only one to see past the game to what's real. I could never do that, I was trapped in it. You're the superior one here."

"I guess we'll have to agree to disagree." I told her, squeezing her hand in mine.

I looked at the notebook of charts, "So you made one of these for Stef?"

"That's right. I've been trying to work on her for years now. But she's a tough nut to crack, it's her insecurity. Remember when you were gonna swap in for Brad? Well, when I defended you I said 'If a girl wants to swap in the name of love I can't stand against that kind of selflessness.' I was nudging Stef to come to Brad's rescue herself."

Next I asked, "I suppose I'm in there too? Did you plan for me to fall head over heels?"

For a moment she was speechless, "You love me?" She leaned over, snuggling up next to me while driving. "You make me feel like the most special girl in the world. But Pete, I've never been in love. I don't think I know how."

I pulled her body tightly next to mine, "You are special. And we'll figure it out. Don't you worry about that." Sitting there side by side my arm was wrapped around her. She positioned herself intentionally so my hand cupped her perfect boob.

Then she went on to answer my question, "Actually, I only planned for you to learn that you were generous and kind and loyal. I didn't know you would see me and want me. I never thought anyone would want me. I'm pretty fucked up, ya know."

"I'm broken too. My uncle did the same to me." I'd never told a living soul before. To admit what he did would be to admit I'd sucked cock. But Wanda already knew that. Then I shared the rest, "And it was years before I learned how to love."

She didn't need to say anything, and actually she changed the topic, "I can't wait to see you suck cock through the glory hole! But you know there's no pressure. Only if you want to."

I reassured her that I wanted to, "I wanna see your face when I do it. So far I've only listened to you talk. Not that I don't love the talking. It seems like you share the most intimate parts of your soul then."

She was silent for a long time. Then she said, "I didn't know that about myself. And yea, it's hard to open up." She craned her head back to look me in the eyes, "But it's easier with you than it's ever been."

Shortly after, we pulled into the bookstore parking lot and ran inside like the two overexcited lovers we were.

Inside we were fascinated by the outfits, movie titles, and toys. We both loved the adventure of it all. She held up a big black rubber dong that must've been two feet long, "If a cock like this came through the hole what would you do?"

"I'd have to try it," I told her. Then I pointed to an elaborate system of restraints, "Would you try that?"

She touched it cautiously, "Something like this was always past my limits. I could never take the risk." She picked up the cuffs and held them next to her wrists as if she were mentally trying them on. Then she said, "I could never do trust falls either, or sleep in the same room as another person. But my birthday's in two weeks."

We went to the counter to get change for the arcades. As the guy was handing the bills to me she put her lips right up next to my ear cheerfully, "You realize, this is going to be our first date."

I was dumbfounded. Putting my hands on her shoulders I told her, "That's not right." Then she nodded almost imperceptibly. "Well," I continued, "we're coming right back after ice cream."

Forty-five minutes later we were seated in a dirty booth, watching a blowjob movie, while waiting for a cock to come through the hole.

When one finally did, it was spectacular. The guy on the other side of the wall asked, "Which one of you is gonna do it?"

Wanda said, "He is, mostly." Then I started.

I lifted up the specimen, examining it all over and delighting in the wrinkles and veins. Wanda said, "Imagine you're Steffie. What would you be feeling and thinking right now?"

I kissed the tip. "It's beautiful. The guy on the other side needs me. He can't do it without me. I'm privileged to be sitting here. He trusted me with his most prized possession and he's trusting me to help him out.

Wanda was awestruck, "There's that trust again. I've never thought about it in those terms. Go on."

He wants to get off. But he's sad. Sad that his wife doesn't help him. He's even angry that he has to come here. I can make that go away, if just for a short while."

I leaned up to the hole, talking through it instead of sucking the cock, "It's a nice cock. Let me make you happy. I wanna help you."

That's too much for a Steffie. She doesn't know yet that she wants to help. She's gotta take a baby step first. What's she gonna do?"

I changed my approach, still talking through the hole, "Your cock is so big and manly." I ran my fingers all over it. "It's full of power and magic. I'm going to take it into me. Give me your essence." Then I slipped the crown into my mouth, sucking deliciously on just the end."

Wanda started whispering in my ear, "Steffie, you're beautiful with that grand cock between your lips. He's gonna give it to you. Suck it good. Make it feel good for the man who trusted you to help him. You can't wait for him to give you his cum. The more and the slimier the better."

I sucked wildly desperate to get him off. I needed my reward and I wanted him to feel good. When my forehead hit the wall I knew I was as deep as I could push myself.

A minute later the owner groaned, bucking up against the wall himself, "Oh man you're the best ever!" He shot streams of jiz into my mouth and I craved it like never before. When I swallowed I felt content.

I turned to Wanda, "Wow! What you said was amazing. Let's do it again. I never got to see your face while I did it."

"Hold on," she said, "first go around to the other side of this wall. You be Brad and I'll be Steffie."

"I can't do that," I told her.

When she asked why, I explained, "I've been dreaming of our first blowjob for two weeks and I don't want it to be through a hole in the wall in a filthy booth. I want to look into your beautiful eyes so I can feel the connection."

About then the video ran out, but we just sat on the bench and talked.

"Oh, right." She answered, "Yea, that makes perfect sense. I've been dreaming of my lips on you for months and I want us to look into each other's eyes too."

I was blown away by how she described it, "That sounds like a perfect blowjob, us looking into each other's eyes."

Then the implication of her exact words dawned on me, "Um, months?"

"Yep, ever since that first time you hand delivered some paperwork to my boss. I remember sitting at my desk when you handed it to me. You were handsome with a runner's build, and the way you carried yourself spoke volumes about who you are. I had a brief daydream of sucking your cock. But you were also gruff and curt and told me I better not lose the papers or you'd get me fired. I didn't lose them, but my boss hated the idea and tabled it. And then you did try to get me fired. I'm just glad you failed.

"Shit! I was a monumental jerk. I'm sorry. I don't even remember it. And that impressed you how?"

"When I was younger I had a horrible temper. If someone slighted me I'd fly off the handle and get revenge. It was a bad way to live life. My younger self would have destroyed your car. Now when someone does something like that to me I look deep to find the best quality they have, but aren't expressing well. That's when I put you in my notebook.

Let me get this straight, your notebook is a book of people who've hurt you, that you want to help?" She smiled, confirming what I'd asked. "That's the craziest and most endearing thing I've ever heard of. You're an, an angel. How could I not love you even more."

So here we had driven forty-five minutes to role play being Brad and Stef but we were gonna have to leave and come back tomorrow.

"We haven't planned this very well." She lamented. "In fact, we haven't planned our relationship very well at all – I mean, our first date was going to start at a porn shop, and we can't even finish what we started.

"It's been one day and we've got plenty of time to do it right. It's not like we can plan every detail." She looked at me kind of oddly like I was speaking another language. "Besides, as much as I want to be a part of your angelic quest, I'd much rather go home.

"Home?" She looked lost. "I'm not ready for that."

"Oh, I just misspoke. Of course."

"No, let me explain. Growing up it was me and my brothers growing up under the thumb of my papi. It wasn't a home, just a house we all survived in.

When I do make a home with a guy, you, I want to be in love first…so it could be a while, if ever." She truly doubted her capacity for love.

"One more thing. I've always dreamed of having a real home, in a real relationship, but when mom ran out I knew that I would never move in with a guy unless I was married.

I clarified what she was saying, "So it's love, marriage, and then moving in?"

"That sounds perfect. Just give me time." Her lip quivered.

"You've got all the time you need, angel. It sounds pretty perfect to me too."

By then we forgot about blowing the next cock that would come through. Though it never did. She touched my face softly, and said, "Let's go back to my apartment and look into each other's eyes."

"Yea that sounds great!" Then it dawned on me what she was saying. "Oh, right, 'look into each other's eyes', I thought you just meant looking into each other's eyes."

We ran out to my car, hand in hand, well, I ran, she skipped. And just when we were about to leave the parking lot I saw Brad's car there.

"So honey, remember when you suggested that Brad might want to go to a bookstore to get sucked off by a guy?"

She remembered and I finished my thought, "Well, I think you were right on the money. I just saw his car."

Wanda got upset, "Crap! That could ruin everything. Go back."

I didn't see what she saw but she hurriedly explained it. "Brad thinks of himself as a player. Out for his own pleasure alone. But he's really a lot deeper than that. If he goes in there and has a fantastic blowjob, he'll never look for anything more. He's got to have a blowjob that's just good enough for him to come back and feed Steffie, but bad enough that he won't get addicted to random hookups with men. It's my fault, I arranged for him to get his first male blowjob from you. I need to fix it."

I wasn't so sure. It was like playing God. "That seems like a tall order. Are we up to it?"

"You betcha!"

We crept back inside the bookstore, being careful not to be seen by Brad if he was not in a booth.

We started going into empty booths, peeking through the holes to see if Brad was on the other side.

We just came out of a booth when I caught a glimpse of him going into a corner cubicle.

Quickly we nabbed the booth next to his. "Ok, follow my lead." She whispered to me. "We don't have time to discuss it."

Put your finger through the hole and beckon him to put his cock through. I did. And Brad started talking to me through the opening. "Are there two of you there?"

"Disguise your voice." She told me. Then she fed lines into my ear. "Yea, just a couple of cocksuckers."

"Great!" Said Brad. "That's what I'm looking for. Two, you say? A friend of mine should be getting blown by two sets of lips right about now. I guess he's not the only lucky one."

She whispered in my ear again and I repeated what she said, "How big is your cock?"

"Eight inches and thick as a beer can." Is what he told us. We exchanged glances because we both knew he was lying. He was an average six.

Under her tutelage I responded, "cool. Anything under seven isn't worth sucking." She explained that making him feel inadequate would sour his experience. "Feed us. We're hungry." The goal here was to show that we were only interested in our own pleasure and not his.

Brad stuck his cock through the hole. It wasn't yet hard. Wanda reached out and grabbed his cock firmly. She told me that he would think he loved being grabbed, but deep down he knew he craved a more gentle loving caress.

I was about to suck his soft cock down but she stopped me. "Don't you love growing to your full hardness inside a warm mouth?" I nodded quietly. "Then deprive him of that. Let him get hard from my inferior handling." She squeezed his shaft but neither stroked nor pulled on it.

He did indeed expand and grow hard. "Tell him that we know he lied but we're gonna suck him anyway." So that's what I told him. "Now you can take him in your mouth. Very lightly, don't hold him with your lips and don't suck yet." I put my mouth over the head and a little way down the shaft. I wanted to suck hard but I just let my lips graze it. "Use a little tongue." And I did. "Now bob and suck, but don't let him cum." I bobbed. I sucked. And I loved it.

While I was sucking Wanda carefully drew his testicles through the hole to our side. She circled two fingers around his nuts.

Through the hole in the wall we heard him begging me, "Harder, harder please."

"Now we switch." She told me. "He needs to learn that a woman's mouth is better than a man's. It's not true, of course. But that's the impression he should leave with. Tell him your wife's gonna do him now."

She took over and for the first time I watched my sexy Wanda suck a cock. She looked so darn hot with Brad's shaft exiting her hot lips. She sucked just a little deeper than I had, just a little harder, and with a little more tongue. I was wishing I could have done it that way.

Brad said, "That's nice. Your wife's mouth is fantastic. It's so soft and feminine. It's even smaller and tighter than yours."

"Ok, your turn again. Remember, don't do too good a job. But you can make him cum anytime you want to."

From his perspective as soon as he appreciated my wife she stopped. I took over sucking and bobbing. I never squeezed too tightly and I never took it down my throat.

Without being able to really give it my all it got a little tedious. I backed off until just the crown was in my mouth. He tried to piston me but Wanda held his nuts tight and wouldn't let him withdraw to his side at all.

Next I used my hand to jack him. Finally, figuring it was time to finish it – no sense letting it last a long time as he might like that – I jerked him fast while sucking hard on the mushroom end. I did love how my lips grabbed him just behind the ridge.

Brad tried to push deeper into my mouth but I kept my distance so no more than the head went in.

When he reached the point of no return Wanda said "We're gonna make him shoot into the air. I can feel his nuts contracting now!"

I pulled off, getting out of the way. I kept jerking and Wanda put her hand over mine, making sure I only delivered aborted short strokes.

The first volley shot out whizzing past my head, then the rest dribbled down.

When he was finished he tried to pull back but Wanda wouldn't let go of his balls. "Ok, I'm done. Hello? You can let go now." He sounded ever so slightly panicked.

The last drops of cum oozed out then Wanda did the unthinkable, using her thumb and a couple fingers she rubbed his spoo all over the sensitive head and frenulum.

Brad literally hissed, sucking in air between tight lips, "Oh, uh, that's too much. Aagh, I can't stand it. Please stop!"

She did. Then it was her turn to disguise her voice, "Call me Alicia, I'll be here again next Sunday at this time. Steve can only make it occasionally. Will you come back and see me again?" Then he was gone.

On the drive back I asked Wanda, "So what was that about?"

"First we made sure that he got release. Every man will seek release when it's been too long. Even a mediocre blowjob is better than nothing. Then we made sure that he liked a woman's mouth more than a man's, sorry sweetie. Next, we ruined the final moment and made him feel trapped. Finally, we promised something much better. I'm sure he'll be back. We just need to get Steffie to fall on his sword."

"I'm still a little confused. Just because she gives him a better blowjob, assuming we can make that happen. How does that get them together? It's not like people choose each other solely for sex."

"You're exactly right. They choose each other because they fill emotional voids. When Steffie learns that she's selfless she will need a person to receive her gifts. And when Brad learns that he's interested in more than a physical release, that he needs to form a deep emotional bond, then he will seek to stay with the first person he bonds with."

"And why a blowjob?"

"Because it touches a primordial nerve. Every other need can be expressed through the symbolism of a blowjob. Do you doubt that a blowjob is a selfless bonding experience?"

"So, tell me again how you're broken. How can you have such insight and carry so much burden in your own life?"

Looking stricken like she'd never noticed the contradiction before

She squeezed my hand, needing me to squeeze back. "I'm so lucky you see me. Because I have some pretty big blindspots."

When we got to their apartment Stef was waiting and she didn't look happy. "Where were you guys? We were supposed to do the double lips thing."

Wanda turned to me secretly, "See? She wants to be selfless."

To Stef she said, "Sorry baby, plans changed, maybe you'll get your chance someday. Until then you'll have to find a powerful magical cock somewhere to satisfy yourself."

Wanda smoothed things over then we went into her bedroom to be alone. "You were doing your thing just now weren't you? But I don't get it."

"Ok, so I started with, 'maybe you'll get your chance some day'. So, her chance for what? What is she missing out on? The obvious answer from the context would be her chance to suck a cock with another girl. But then I switched it when I said, 'until then' which will remind her that she's single and in need. I followed that with, 'you'll have to find a powerful magical cock' which shifts the attention from her loneliness to the cock, I even used your phrase from earlier so she would think some cocks were better and they would give her something. Lastly, I finished it with 'somewhere' to emphasize that she needs to go searching and 'to satisfy yourself' which feeds into her current selfishness. All this gets her into the bookstore to suck a cock. But that's only step one."

The whole time she was explaining this to me she was getting out her laptop and pulling a flyer out of her purse that she'd picked up at the bookstore.

"Wow! You really take the cake. Every word has meaning. It's like you're a witch, well a good witch. And just how does that get her into the bookstore and more importantly, next Sunday?"

Well, next we take this flyer and change it a little. We're gonna add 'ladies night' next Sunday and we're gonna pepper words like 'powerful', 'magical', and 'satisfy' through it. She'll see it lying around the apartment and the seed will be watered."

"You're sure this will work?"

Nope, I'm not sure at all. That's why you're gonna hang out with Brad next Sunday, and I'm going out for a night on the town with Steffie. We will steer them to the final leg of their journey."

"I can see that. Then we abandon them in the bookstore?"

"Nope again. I'm gonna go into a booth with Steffie to whisper messages into her ear. She'll hear exactly the right encouragements while she sucks Brad's cock."

"This I believe. But it's not like two straight guys ever go into a booth together at the bookstore."

"Pete! You've sucked Brad off already two weeks ago and you did a great job. He's gonna want either your or 'Alicia's' mouth for sure. You make sure you two go into the right booth and I'll put Alicia aka Steffie next door. You're also gonna put messages into Brad's ear while she sucks him off." She was staring into my eyes with her clever ones the whole time she explained this.

"And you put this all together tonight? Remind me never to get on your bad side." And I was gazing back into hers, falling deeper in love."

"You were already on my bad side. I don't get angry anymore, I help."

She placed her fingertips on my chest, "Now! Since we're already staring into each other's eyes"…here she pushed me back into a big soft chair… "Let's really stare into each other's eyes, like we've been dreaming of."

Kneeling between my legs Wanda kept looking directly at my face, her hands on my thighs, "I feel funny. It's just a blowjob. But my tummy is fluttery."

I moved a strand of hair out of her face, "Let the feelings come to the surface."

"I've never given a blowjob like this before. It's different but I don't know how? I mean, sure, you're gonna like it. It's gonna be fun. Your cock is gonna be great to look at and feel it shoot. But none of that's new."

I challenged her to think further, "So what is new?"

"Huh? Yea, what is new? Well I haven't sucked your cock before. That wouldn't do it. It's because you love me, isn't it. Tell me."

"I'd tell you if I knew. It could be that. Or it could be your own feelings rather than mine. What do you think?"

"I don't know. I can't name it. I can't do it. It's so frustrating."

"Sure is. Do you need a hug?"

"Hugs never hurt, but how about a mouth hug first?"

"That'd be fantastic!" I never stopped looking into her eyes, "But first, do you realize every time we talk about hard stuff you initiate sex instead?"

She just blinked. Then said, "No. I didn't realize that. But I'm sure you're right again. I should probably come up there. You'd hold me tight and we'd explore my feelings."

She was shaking her head, "But, I'm not ready for that. It's too hard. And I really do wanna suck your cock. Can, can we just do that?"

"Angel, you can absolutely do that. However, I never thought I'd ever be saying this, but there's gonna be days when we talk instead. Ok?"

I felt bad looking forward to my own pleasure when I should've been taking care of her, "I know." She told me. "I'm just not ready." And she kissed the front of my slacks.

We tried to do the thing where we kept the visual connection going the whole while since it was a thing we both wanted for our first time together.

Reaching down without breaking eye contact she untied my shoelaces, then pulled off my shoes, tossing them aside. Her eyes were hazel. I'd never thought much about hazel eyes before. Brown and gold and green all at once, they were as complicated and beautiful as she was.

After doing the same with my socks her hands caressed my bare ankles. I was thinking that I'd never noticed a person with eyes so bright before. Wanda fumbled with my belt, pulling it through my belt loops with a woosh.

She pulled the zipper with a slow sensuous zip. Me: I memorized the look of her eyelashes.

With my pants loosened she sat up, taking hold of my cuffs. It was a methodical build up that really got me anticipating what was to come. She tugged, each leg in alternating bits until they too were off and flew across the room. I'd thought her eyes were bright before, but now they seemed to sparkle.

Wanda ran her hands up my thighs then cupped my package with both hands, "Look what I've found lover. A treat. Let's open it." Deft fingers hooked under the elastic band, first pulling it up and over my dick, then down and off.

Naked from the waist down I thought the next event was the blowjob itself. Crossing her hands over her shoulders she reached back and in one fell swoop yanked her top off.

I remembered her breasts well, full cups with heft, round pink areolas, and pert nipples. Rising up slightly she lifted both of them up with her hands and wrapped them around my cock.

It wasn't a titjob, she just cocooned me, letting her long brown hair trail over my body and still staring into my eyes. The warmth was close and comforting. I ran my fingers through her hair, "No one's done this before. It soothes my spirit."

"It's my favorite prelude to sucking. I like the feeling of your cock in my cleavage." She also snaked her hands under my shirt, tenderly circling my nipples with a finger from each hand.

"Now I do too. It's like a boob hug. All your hugs have become my favorite part of being with you"

Just before she returned to my cock she stated, "I've been promising you a blowjob one way or another for weeks. I think it's time."

The air felt cool when her breasts left my cock and balls. She paused to remove the everpresent elastic tie from her wrist to put her hair up in a pony. Wanda lifted my stiff cock with one hand, pointing it toward her lips. She opened her mouth wide and lowered her face until the bottom of my dickhead rested on her lower lip. Her breath was super warm compared to the cool air.

Pulling my frenulum against her lip, she softly tongued it. "Hmmm, better than I imagined."

She didn't chew gum or fill her mouth with ice chips. We had no whip cream or chocolate syrup. Just Wonderful Wanda's mouth, my cock, and our mutual desire to forge a deep connection.

Closing her lips she mouthed my crown rhythmically and with lots of tongue.

She couldn't tilt her head to look down without breaking our connection so when she took it in, it hit the roof of her mouth first.

Slowly she bent my cock down so it could aim properly toward the back of her mouth. Quite easily she took in the whole head and at least half the shaft.

Her saliva flowed freely, wetting all of me and dripping down onto my underwear which was directly underneath on the floor. A sloppy blowjob is a great blowjob and boy was it sloppy. I understood one reason she took off her shirt first.

She stopped the fantastic blowjob briefly, saying, "Do you like lots of positions? There's a few I'd still like to try. But that'll have to wait till next time. I think I'll wait to deepthroat it till another time too. I don't like what it does to my make-up."

After that she continued with pretty standard bobbing and sucking, except when she stopped again to ask, "Hands or no hands?" I told her I was in the mood for hands. She just said, "Good choice." And proceeded.

I didn't last long. I didn't want to. Somehow, cumming in her mouth was going to cement our status as boyfriend and girlfriend and I needed that.

Actually, thinking that, I decided to share my thinking, "I know this is gonna sound crazy but I can't wait to finish. It feels like when we finish this first special blowjob, that then we'll officially be an item."

She yanked her head off, "Wow! I was thinking something along those same lines. So hurry up and make me yours." Then she went right back to it.

Knowing that we were both anxious to reach completion I focused intently on the wonderful feelings.

Less than a minute later I felt it starting, "Oh, here it comes, baby!"

Wanda pushed her face down about three-quarters of the way. Sucking hard, but just waiting for my love, she tapped her fingers on my balls to coax it out. It was a different technique, nice, not great, but I suspected she had more where that came from.

As I unloaded I struggled not to throw my head back. Throughout the blowjob the play of the light changed the color of her eyes, sometimes more green, sometimes more brown, and sometimes more golden. The best part really had been the long stare. I suspect she won't know it or even tell me she loves me for a very very long time – but I saw the light in her eyes and I know she loves me.

I was prepared for a deep emotional conversation. I was prepared for it to be hard for her, but I would help her however I could.

She climbed my body, always looking into my eyes. She came right up and kissed me full on the lips. It was just as meaningful as that first one at the front door this morning.

Surprisingly, she passed my cum back to me. I would've laughed, but I also never wanted to break the kiss.

When it was eventually over Wanda had a mischievous look on her angelic face, "I always like doing that to guys. Just to see who gets freaked out, though I knew you wouldn't."

I assumed the deep relationship discussion was about to start but Wanda said, "Ok so we go to the bookstore tomorrow? It's Labor Day. Are we supposed to do some boyfriend/girlfriend thing instead?" It was the first time we'd used those words but they felt right on.

I answered, "We're supposed to have a picnic. But we can do both. Sooo? Since we're doing stuff tomorrow, should I just sleep here?

For the longest time she just looked at me numbed and I had no idea what she was thinking. Her face kept going through shifts of mysterious emotions. Finally, "I've never had a sleepover. Not even with other girls in elementary school."

"It'll be fun. I take it you've never had a boyfriend before either."

"Oh, heavens no! I was never ready. I'm still not sure I am. But here we are."

She went back to talking about the sleepover, "But about that sleepover, um, I sleep with the lights on. It might bother you."

"If I wake up I can see you."

"And I might talk in my sleep."

"I can listen."

"I might kick."

"I might like knowing you're there."

"Ok, honey, let's do it, but you need to know that I'm petrified."

"I know. I'll hold you."

"If it's two in the morning and I can't do it, will you break up with me if I ask you to sleep on the couch?"

"Do your worst. I don't give up easy."

"I already knew that from seeing how you do your job. Maybe that's why this is easier with you. I'm not quite so afraid you'll abandon or hurt me."

She finally seemed to relax and accept the sleepover, but again fell back on her standby approach to new feelings, "Tomorrow we're gonna start the day with bad breath sex, I'm gonna make you breakfast, then we'll make a picnic for lunch, and go suck some cock at the bookstore."

"Sounds like a perfect date."

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