I Want ALL the Smoke

Her body felt warm against my back as she leaned forward to open my car door. I inhaled, waiting for the silk of her lithe body to brush against me, to make contact with my eager form. Instead, she slid around me and opened the door. I didn’t dare to look back — afraid the disappointment I felt would be reflected in my brown eyes. I curved my body into the passenger seat and slid my long legs out in front of me with a sigh, grateful the frigid, supple leather helped to cool some of the desire I had pouring off of me in waves.

The ride to the hookah bar was filled with everything but conversation. I heard the steady thrum of my heartbeat in my ears, which somehow overshadowed the seductive playlist in the background. I tried not to shift, fearful that the wetness that had soaked through my black lace panties would be visible when I had to get out of the car. She didn’t speak, although I caught her glancing over at me several times. I grinned in her direction and she smirked. The matte maroon lipstick that stained her full lips perfectly matched her ombre heels and the flash of white from her teeth left me on edge. I nibbled at my own peach lip gloss until I knew I’d have to reapply when we reached our destination. Looking for a distraction, I opened a mirror to check my makeup and hair, piled high on my head in a curly pineapple updo. I fluffed it up a little and reapplied my lip gloss. We pulled into the parking lot, parked under a tree, facing away from any buildings. She chuckled at me, speaking for the first time since we’d left her house. “You look perfect, as usual.”
I ignored her, unsure what to say. We were friends. Weren’t we? This…was different. Felt different. When she looked in my direction again, eyes narrowed, teeth tugging against those full lips, noting my silence, I felt my nipples tighten under my halter dress. Her eyes didn’t fall below my face, although I was sure she’d noticed. I squirmed underneath her intense hazel gaze and she tilted her head to the side and smirked at me again. “Uncomfortable?” I didn’t respond. “With me?” she tried again. I remained silent.
Easing across the center console of her black-on-black car, she gripped me softly by my throat and pulled me close until I could feel the heat emanating from her body. “Answer me,” she whispered, running the words down the shell of my ear, not releasing my throat. “No.” I responded, my voice small. Her eyes met mine, like caramel being poured into chocolate, and she smiled again — a beautiful flash of white in the darkness that surrounded us. “Ooh,” she purred. “Feeling brave, are we? Then show me. Show me how brave you are.” She ran her lips softly around the curve of my ear, nipping at the tip of it. I shook myself out of her grasp then, which had relaxed to a gentle grip anyway, and stared at her beautiful face. I inwardly groaned. It’s not like I could deny I desired her. What would it change? What consequences would we face?
Decision made, I reached over and unclipped her seatbelt, noticing her shallow breathing, the dilation of her pupils, as she watched my every movement. Fuck, she was so damn sexy. It was a heady feeling to realize I wasn’t the only person who was reeling with desire. I pulled her to me to press my lips against hers, slipping my tongue inside to taste her. She tasted like the honey bourbon we’d consumed to pre-game and I delved in deeper, already feeling intoxicated. When she bit my lower lip and sucked it into her mouth, I moaned out loud and she said, “Mm, fuck, baby. I knew I’d love the sound of your moans.” Bolder now, I leaned back against my seat, “Oh yeah? Then touch me. Make me moan again.” “Happily.” She leaned my seat all the way back and slid my soaked panties down my legs. “Oh yeah?” she grinned, looking up at me in amazement. “Are you soaked for me?” “Hell yes,” I responded. She smirked her signature smirk again. Her eyes glittered dangerously in the light.
I fucking loved that smirk. I wanted her to bury her face in my drenched pussy and feel her smile against my clit. “Hmm. Is that what you want? Because I’m so happy to give it to you.” I smacked myself on the forehead. I’d said that out loud!? She burst out laughing. “Don’t ever worry about censoring yourself when it comes to me, babe. Tell me all your secrets. As a matter of fact, I’m not going anywhere near your juicy little pussy until you tell me you want it.” I stopped breathing. Could I say that? Could I tell her my deepest desires? I hesitated, then lifted my dress until she could see the curls above of my dripping cunt. I spread my legs wider. “I want you to put your face in my pussy and taste me until I cum all over your face. I want you to swallow and keep going. Then, I want you to shove your fingers inside me until I cum again and again. Her eyes darkened but she didn’t move. I gulped, looking into her eyes. This time her eyes left mine, scanned me from my now lipgloss-less lips, to my popsicle hard nipples, to run over my curvy abdomen and finally, finally my sodden pussy.
“Wider,” she demanded, unclipping my seatbelt, positioning herself so she could see between my legs better. I did as she commanded, letting her see the inner me, my large clit and rose pink folds. She slid to the floor of the passenger side, cupping my ass, yanking me to her and feasting on my wetness. I ran my fingers into her hair, threw my head back and came almost immediately. She didn’t stop, didn’t even look up at me, instead slipping two fingers inside me and plunging them in and out, over and over. I didn’t give a damn about how loud I was, or being in a parking lot, or if anyone parked next to us, or saw me in this position. I couldn’t think of anything but her pleasing me so well I saw stars when the next orgasm rippled through me and I gushed all over her face. She didn’t pull away from me, instead, she pulled me closer and licked and swallowed until I was practically clean. When I trembled my way back down to earth, she looked up at me from the floor as if I was a goddess she’d been blessed to taste. I reveled in the feeling and then pulled her up to kiss me, tasting myself in the process. “Mm, I taste good.” I smiled, licking her chin. “Yes, the fuck you do.” We continued to make out in the car until I reached for the bottom of her dress, more than prepared to return the favor.
“Oh no, lovely. I actually want to smoke hookah. We’ll have to save that for another time.” I pouted, disappointed. She kissed me again and I forgot my disappointment, especially when she placed my hand between her legs and I felt how aroused she was for me. “It isn’t that I don’t want it. I desperately do. It’s just that I do want to spend time with you — and not just in this car.” “I understand. Next time?” “Anytime.” she replied calmly, quickly kissing me again, then checking her makeup and slipping on a jean jacket to cover the mess I’d made on the bodice of her dress until she could visit the restroom inside.
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The Male Virgin; An Illustrated Guide For First time Sex with a Woman: https://tichaz.com/2022/01/10/male-virgin