“What if we changed our one night stand into a one weekend stand?” I suggested.
“Oh my God! You’re brilliant!” she shouted.
“I know.”
It took about five times between the two of us before we got Julia’s front door unlocked, but once it was open, we practically fell inside. We crashed together, our mouths finding each other as we shared a sloppy kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I gasped as my fingers struggled to unbutton her dress.
Giving up, I grabbed either side and pulled, sending buttons flying everywhere.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed. “Lemme try.”
She pulled on the sides of my shirt a few times before realizing that it wasn’t buttoned and dragging it off my shoulders instead. I pulled on the hem of my tank top, taking it off while Julia reached around me to unclasp my bra.
Backing me against the door, she lowered her head and sucked as much of my breast into her mouth as she could, drawing on it hard enough that I felt it everywhere. I tunneled my fingers in her hair, holding her head closer as she teased my breast.
When I couldn’t take it anymore I pushed her off, then spun her around so that she was the one pressed against the door. Dropping to my knees, I slid her panties down to her ankles. She kicked them off one foot, but they stayed tangled on the other. She widened her stance and I slid my fingers up and down her labia a couple of times before spreading her lower lips wide.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I said reverently.
Then I was licking her, exploring her folds with my tongue as Julia whined above me. When I looked up she was moving her head back and forth on the surface of the door, her eyes squeezed closed as she focused on what was happening down below her waist.
She was already dripping wet, and it didn’t take long before she was starting to shake, her orgasm close. I speared my tongue inside her body, and Julia rolled her hips towards me, helping me get as deep as I could. I licked inside her channel a few times before homing in on her clit with my fingers. I circled and pressed and squeezed and tapped until she finally lost control, flooding my tongue with her release as she screamed my name.
As soon as I moved back she slid down the door, her knees giving out. Resting her chin on her knees, she gave me a reverent look.
“Holy fuck, you’re so good at that. How are you so good at that?”
I shrugged. “It’s a gift,” I joked.
What I didn’t tell her was that for the first time in my life, I cared more about someone else’s pleasure than I did about my own. It was way too scary of a thought for someone as drunk as I currently was. Speaking of which…
“We should probably take some ibuprofen or something,” I suggested. “I haven’t been this drunk in years, and I have a bad feeling that we’re both going to feel like shit in the morning.”
We awkwardly made our way back to standing, Julia still wearing her open dress and me topless but completely dressed from the waist down. She looked between us and started laughing.
“Oh my God, you’re like that bear. The one who steals the honey!”
I frowned. “You mean Yogi Bear?”
“No, Yogi is the one who steals the pick… the pick… the pick-a-nick baskets,” she stuttered, wandering towards the kitchen, presumably in search of ibuprofen. “I’m talking about the other bear, the one who doesn’t wear pants. He’s friends with that depressed donkey and the little pig.”
“What pig?” I asked in confusion.
“The one who helps him when he gets stuck stealing honey.”
Julia reached into a cabinet, bringing out a giant bottle of ibuprofen and shoving it in my direction. I went to the refrigerator, returning with a bottle of water for each of us before I realized what she was talking about.
“Are you talking about Winnie the Pooh?” I asked, laughing hysterically.
“Yes!” She drilled her finger into my chest, just below my collar bones. “He doesn’t wear pants!”
“I’m wearing pants,” I reminded her.
She gave me a wink, which made her lose her balance and almost fall over. I started laughing again. God, she was funny. And pretty too.
“Not for long, baby. Come to my bedroom. I’m going to make you come.”
