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I leaned down to kiss her, and she moaned into my mouth.
The moan did it.
I shuddered and shot my load.
Whitney’s eyes popped open. “Did you come?” she asked. It sounded like an accusation. I felt the familiar stirrings of embarrassment.
“Um, well, yeah.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Well, I didn’t. So, what are you going to do about that?”
“I, uh, well, uh …” I stuttered and stumbled over my words like an idiot.
Whitney chuckled, and I felt her laugh in every part of my body. “I love your innocence. I want you to eat my pussy, Webber.”
I felt heat climb up my neck. Whitney saying the word ‘pussy’ was both strange and a major turn on.
“Oh. Okay.” I seriously sounded like a simpleton.
I pulled my dick out of her and clumsily removed the condom, tying a sloppy knot in the end. I moved as quickly as I could, dropping it in the trashcan by the bed. Then I got on my stomach, my face between her legs. I had an idea of what I was supposed to do, but like actual sex, this was another thing I had never done before.
Should I kiss her there? Lick her? What the hell? I was becoming annoyed with myself and wishing I had been more of a dude and watched more porn.
I felt Whitney dig her fingers into my hair and push my face into her crotch. Okay then …
I started licking and sucking. She tasted incredible. After a few minutes of fumbling around with my tongue, I got the hang of it, and Whitney started writhing beneath my mouth. “Yes, like that. Oh my God, Kyle,” she screamed as I sucked on the sensitive skin.
“Use your fingers too,” she gasped, her thighs squeezing the side of my head, her fingers digging into my scalp.
I did as I was told, rubbing her with my fingers while I lapped her up.
“I’m going to come. Oh my God, I’m going to come!” she squealed, and suddenly I could taste it in my mouth.
Her legs collapsed on either side of me, and she let out what sounded like a long, contented sigh.
I sat up, resting on my knees. Whitney’s bed was a double, but at the moment, there wasn’t a lot of room for me. She was sprawled out in the middle, making no move to let me lay down beside her.
I figured this was the part where we cuddled. I really wanted to. I wanted to hold her body against mine and kiss the spot at the back of her neck that I had only recently learned drove her wild. I wanted to feel that connection I always imagined we’d feel.
I angled my body so that I spooned into her side. Whitney’s face was turned away from me, and her eyes were closed. The air conditioner was blasting from the vent above the bed, and I was starting to get cold. I could see goosebumps along Whit’s arms and belly, but she made no move to pull the blanket over us.
I tentatively put my arm over her stomach, my cock pressed against her hip. I pressed my nose into the side of her neck. Even though I had only seconds before had my dick inside her, I didn’t feel close enough. I was half hanging off the bed and wished she’d give me a few inches, but she didn’t seem in a hurry to make room.
I kissed her shoulder and felt her tense. It was subtle, but it was there all the same. Was I being too clingy? Wasn’t this what people who were into each other did after sex?
“That was awesome,” I said lamely, kissing her shoulder again and trying to pull her closer.
Whitney resisted me, pulling her body away slightly and rolling her head to look at me. Her eyes were open now and watching me with an unreadable expression. Like her sister, my best friend Meg, she had bright green eyes. But while Meg’s were often teasing and warm, Whitney’s right now were dark and almost annoyed.
“Yeah,” was all she said. Then she slid out from beneath my arm and got out of bed, reaching for a red and white striped robe that hung on the back of the door and quickly put it on, tying it tightly at the waist.
“I need a drink. Do you want anything?” she asked, not looking at me. She pulled her long hair up into a ponytail and picked her phone up off the bedside table, staring at the screen, a small smile on her face.
“Water would be great. That was quite a workout, right?” Ugh. I needed to put a sock in it. I sounded like a total douchebag.
But Whitney didn’t seem to hear me. She was staring at her phone, still wearing that smile that had nothing to do with me or what we had just done.
