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I pulled my finger out and licked it. “And you taste even sweeter.”
I dove back into her panties, with two fingers next, and worked her damn near into a frenzy for the remainder of the song and the next: “No Love” by Kevon Edmonds.
We left the club an hour later and headed to my apartment. Shane never asked me if I was seeing anyone and I never bothered to offer the information. For the past three years, I had been living with Madonna, but she was out of the country for four months on a contract assignment. It was my intention to end the relationship as soon as she returned. I needed a lot of attention, more importantly affection, and Madonna was too caught up in her profession to sustain me as her woman. She saw it exactly the opposite. Madonna felt that I was wasting my life away on a silly dream and that I needed to do more to contribute to the household. That was one of the reasons that I had reduced myself to nude modeling.
When we got to my place, luckily I had taken down all the pictures of Madonna and me cuddling and grinning from ear-to-ear, back when we had been happier. Sure, all of her clothes and belongings were there, but unlike a man, who has to hide hair bows and perfume bottles when a chick comes over, I was expected to have feminine items at my place.
“Wow, you’re an artist!” Shane said when s
he noticed the easel, all the paint brushes, charcoal pencils and other supplies.
“Yes, I have an art degree from the university,” I said. “That’s how I knew that I could get a job there. Professor Andrews used to teach me back in the day.”
“Oh, that’s wild.” Shane snickered. “I never would have guessed.”
“Being that all you ever knew about me before tonight was my nude body, there was no way for you to have guessed.”
I should not have said that. I could tell that Shane was beginning to ponder the fact that we really did not know each other. Plus, Shane had someone else. And even though her lover was probably cheating, Shane obviously still cared. I could have backed off, but Shane was in my mind and I had to have her—all of her.
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the couch?” I suggested. “I’ll go get us a bottle of wine.”
“Oh, I don’t know if I should mix liquors,” Shane said in protest.
“It’ll be okay. If you don’t want any, I could still use some.”
I got a bottle of Chardonnay and two wine glasses from the kitchen and when I returned, I was shocked. Shane wasn’t on the couch. She was standing in the middle of my living room…naked.
“I realize that my body is nowhere near as great as yours, but this is who I am,” she whispered.
“You’re stunning!” I set the bottle and glasses on the coffee table and started taking off my clothes. “I know you’ve seen this all before,” I joked.
“Yes, but now I get to touch it, and lick it, and suck it.”
No, she was not turning the seduction table on me!
“Oh, so it’s like that, Shane? I never took you to be a freak!”
“Like you said, before tonight, who could have known what?” She paused. “I’ve wanted to suck on that pussy of yours since day one. It’s always glistening, and it’s shaved into a heart.” She spread her legs and pointed to her own pussy. “See, we’re twins.”
Shane had shaved her pussy hairs into a heart, just like mine. Damn, I was in love!
I had first started doing it to prove to Madonna how much I cared for her, and often asked her to let me do hers, but she balked at the thought. Fuck that bitch!
Before I could even get over the fact that I had been in Shane’s mind as much as she had been in mine, she was lifting me off the floor and carrying me to the bedroom. Yes, carrying me. She laid me on my back, spread my legs, and her warm tongue invaded my walls as I moaned in pure delight. I played with my nipples while she sucked on my hardened clit. My thighs began to shiver as she slid her finger into my asshole and started working both my holes. I grabbed a pillow and started biting on the corner to muffle a scream as I came for the first time.
Shane looked up at me. “I’ve wanted to taste your cum since the day you came on that stool.”
I tried to catch my breath as I let go of the pillow with my teeth. “You saw that, huh?”
“Not only did I see it, I yearned to come up there and lick every drop off the stool. That was one lucky stool, to have your pussy sitting on top of it. All I could think about was that it should have been my face.”
“Damn, Shane!” I said. “This is going to sound absolutely crazy, but I think I love you!”
I jumped up and pushed her on her back, demanding, “I have to taste you. Right now.”
I dove in with my tongue, having never wanted to explore a woman’s pussy more in my entire life. Shane tasted like the Pina Coladas we drank at Too Deep, but I could tell that she had a healthy diet, like myself. I ate her like my life depended on it. In many ways, it did. I needed her in my life and I had to do whatever I could to make sure that she would never want another.
We spent the next four hours pleasuring one another. I ate her from four different angles: spread eagle, from the back, with her on top of my face, and in the shower with her foot propped up on the side of the tub. Each time that I tasted her, it only got better and better.
