All The Names Have Been Changed

Spring was just approaching and there was an excitement in the air. A
cool breeze hit my back as I walked through small crowds of people. I
don’t know what these college kids were doing here, but it seemed like
some sort of event. There were people all around the small village
park. The skaters, performance artists and actors, the high school
kids trying to waste time before they had to go home that evening,
just to name a few types. You know how the village is, everyone is
here. Sometimes I wander around when I get depressed or restless.
These were one of those times. I had been in the village shopping for
shoes when I decided just to run through the park on a short cut. It
was the first warm day in a long time. And it seemed like everyone in
the whole world was right here.

There was this girl sitting on a bench, and around her were about
three or four other people with sketch pads trying to sketch her image
on their paper. I draw a little myself so I got just as curious as the
other people who crowded around the sketch artists, to see their work.
I was looking at the pads all around, and all of them did decent jobs
trying to recreate their model on paper. Nothing remarkable. I watched
the hands all fervently scratching with pencils and charcoal each
doing their thing, nothing special, until I see this slender brown
hand. It had long delicate fingers, and they held the pencil as if it
were the most special thing in the world. There was a tattoo on the
ring finger, a ring of barbed wire and tiny roses. The hand was
beautiful. I followed the hand up from the paper, past the wrist, past
the elbow to this beautiful cocoa colored girl, staring intently at
the model, and glancing at her own paper from time to time to see what
she was doing. She had almond shaped eyes, and full lips, and long
straight black hair.

"Wow, I like your tattoo..." I said, without even knowing I was
thinking out loud.

She jerked up and looked at me, and then looked down at her hand
again, "Oh this...thanks..." She said unceremoniously. Then she looked
down at her pad again and continued sketching.

"How long do I have to sit like this?" The model asked. "I’m hungry,
y’all promised me a pizza."

The small group of artists taunted and jokingly teased her, convincing
her to sit still a little longer. I still stood there, looking over
the cocoa girl’s shoulder. Then I asked, "Is that girl your friend?"

"She’s in our art class."

"Yeah? That’s cool, I draw a little myself..."

"Really? Like what are you into?"

"I don’t have any formal training or anything, but I designed this..."

I stuck out my left hand, on it was an intricately tattooed dragon
who’s tail wrapped around my wrist and curved its way up around the
base of my thumb.

"See, this isn’t my original design, I’ve seen this before, but I just
put a spin on it...its very henna influenced..."

She sat up to stare at my little caramel colored hand, then she
grabbed it and turned it around in her hands. I felt electricity
between us, however so slight, as she studied my hand intently. I
looked down at her in awe at how the seemingly indifferent girl was
now all into my dragon.

"This is beautiful." She said. For the first time the artist actually
took her eyes off her own work to look at mine.

"Thanks." I said, almost blushing.

"No I mean it kicks ass..."

A couple of her fellow students looked over to see what the rave was
all about, they gave half-hearted comments of agreement and then went
back to their work.

She smiled, "You know I designed my own tat also?" She looked up at me
as she let go of my hand.

"No wonder, its great." I said smiling back.

"This looks very Indian. I know it’s supposed to be Chinese
influenced."

"I guess its sort of a hybrid, just an Asian sort of thing."

"You know my mother is Indian?"

"Really?"

"And my father is from South Africa, I mean, he’s black."

"Really? That’s hella cool...I mean no wonder."

"No wonder what?" She said, getting up and starting to pack her
things. As she stood up I saw her brown slender body wrapped in a
tight black T-shirt. She had smallish breasts, no bigger than average.
But she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could tell by the way her nipples
sort of poked out of her shirt. Her navel was showing, and the smooth
clear skin of her long waist was accentuated by a silver navel ring.
She wore tight jeans that hugged her hips and thong sandals that
showed her black painted toenails. She had small pretty feet and on
her right ankle there was a charm anklet with pretty stones encircling
her ankle. I looked her up and down and took this visual inventory in
a matter of seconds. I thought she was beautiful. Her hair dropped in
her face when she bent to pick up her supplies and she was still
awaiting my answer.

"No wonder what?"

"I mean, you look real exotic, I’ve never seen your type."

She laughed, "Were you trying to figure out my ancestry and pin point
it like every other black person I meet?"

I laughed, "Nah, that’s not it. I’m not wondering that at all."

The girl turned to her friends, "Hey guys I’m out..." She started
walking away from them and grabbed on the sleeve of my jacket to
prompt me to follow her. I was surprised that this conversation was
not over yet, and that she held on to me as if she knew me for years
as we walked toward the fountain. She lugging her stuff, me lugging my
shopping bags.

"What are you wondering then?"

I’m not usually apt at making friends with total strangers, and I’m
usually very reserved, which is why I’m still shocked at the fact that
I was so forward. "I’m wondering two things, I’m wondering what your
name is, and what you see when you look at me since I already know
what I see when I look at you."

We sat on the edge of the fountain, "Oh yeah? What do you see?" Her
big brown eyes bored into me.

"I think you’re beautiful."

She smiled, I couldn't tell whether she was flattered by what I said
or whether she thought it was some lame line. It could’ve been a
sincere reaction or pure amusement at me being an asshole.

"Well stand up, let me see what I think of you."

I stood up before her, my thick shoulder length hair was pulled up
into a chignon on top of my head. I had light makeup on, I always knew
how to accentuate my eyes, they were my best feature. I had on a pale
pink sundress, with thin spaghetti straps. It wasn’t so warm outside,
but I wanted to show off my collarbone. The necklace I was wearing
accentuated the smooth caramel tone of my skin. I wore a short denim
jacket over the dress though, because I knew it was going to get a
little chilly that day. I put my hands on my hips, which jutted out
from my waist. I had a nice shape, and I thought about turning around
so that she could see my shapely ass and the way my dress clung to it.
But then I thought, if this wasn’t was I thought it was, then I would
look pretty stupid showing some girl my ass.

It seemed like she took forever studying every inch of me. The skirt
of my dress stopped short of my thighs, I was a short girl, but still
particularly proud of my legs. They were toned and smoothed, and I saw
her admiring them as her eyes landed on my feet. As always the perfect
shoe to go with the outfit. I was a shoe freak. My sandals showed off
my feet, only adorned with clear nail polish, but still manicured. By
now I knew that we weren’t going to be any ordinary girlfriends. I
didn’t know what we were going to be, but I just knew this was
definitely a different experience. Before this, I had always been
bicurious, writing my erotic fiction based on people I knew, or people
I made up in my head, waiting for the chance to finally experience one
of my fantasies. Well I knew when the time finally came it wouldn’t be
as scripted or as fantasy filled as my stupid little stories, but I
didn’t think that it would happen this way. In away it was just as
dream like and fantasy spirited. Because meeting a stranger in the
village no less, and just talking for more than five minutes straight
was so not like me. But there was something about her that made me let
go of the reserved part of who I was at that moment. I just wanted to
be around her.

"Well to answer your first question, I think you’re pretty damned hot
too."

I laughed nervously and joked, "Well in that case, check out my
ass..." I turned around and postured for her as she giggled.

"I like...I like." She said, crossing her long legs.

"So that was actually the second thing I was wondering, the first was
your name." I said sitting down next to her.

"My name is Joy." She said, "And yours?" She touched my thigh.

"Crystal." I answered.

We made eye contact and I watched as soft winds wafted by tousling her
hair, and pressing it against her face. For some crazy reason, I took
that as a cue to touch it. I reached out and smoothed her hair out of
her face, it was silky smooth and it felt so good as it slipped back
out of my fingertips again. All she did was let me touch her. And
that’s when it hit me. I had picked up some girl in a park, and I had
no idea. I had been wondering what it would be like, and afraid to
finally connect with some woman this way because I thought it would be
some big thing. But here it was, a spring day, in this park and it
felt all very natural. The things I was feeling as I looked at her, It
was just pure excitement, admiration and lust. Even though I realized
that we were both attracted to each other, I still had no idea how far
this would go.

I put my hand down and rested it on my lap. "So you draw, can I see
some other stuff you’ve done?" I motioned toward something that looked
like a huge portfolio envelope.

"Yeah but all my good stuff is at home."

"Oh." I said sounding disappointed.

"I don’t live far, maybe I could show you?"

I looked up at her disbelievingly, "Umm...okay?"

"I mean if you don’t want to come..." She said standing up.

"No." I said following her lead, "I want to come."

A few short blocks later we were at her apartment building. As we rode
the elevator, she explained how she used to live at the dorms and how
she hated it. There was no privacy. And besides her parents had the
dough to help put her up in a village flat. That’s what I gathered by
what she was telling me.

Once we were inside her place, she offered dinner, damn near insisting
that I eat with her.

"Come on, don’t worry about it, besides I could use some company
tonight."

She turned on some music and lit incense as I sat on her couch and
went through her sketch books and portfolios. As much as I was trying
to concentrate on her stuff, to be quite honest all I could think
about was the sexual tension in the air.

"Take off your jacket, it can get warm in here."

I obeyed her and she took my jacket. "Your skin is so sexy..." She
said rubbing my shoulders. I was nearly blushing, "Umm...thanks..."

"Crystal loosen up." She said, standing behind the couch, touching and
kneading my shoulders with her delicate yet strong hands. I know that
my shoulders were tight because I was so nervous right now. I didn’t
know what was going to happen, I just couldn’t believe that this
beautiful girl was touching me. I felt a wetness form in between my
thighs as I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

"What do you think of my work?"

"I think its great...so do you want to be an artist when you’re out of
school?"

She laughed, "Honey I am an artist. I was born one." She ran her
slender fingers up the back of my neck and I moaned out in pleasure.
No one had ever gave me a massage like this. I was in heaven.

"Excuse me miss thang."

"I bet you were born an artist too." She said.

"Maybe." I answered.

"You know what, you’re pretty tense."

"What else is new."

"How ‘bout I give you the full treatment after dinner."

My eyes popped open, "The full...treatment?"

She continued to knead my neck, "Yeah, I want to totally loosen up the
muscles in your back...and just get you relaxed."

"Why?" I asked in stupidity. Here’s some advice, if a beautiful woman
offers to rub you down, just for the hell of it, do not ask why. But I
suppose I just really wanted to know why she would want to put so much
energy into pleasing me.

"Because I want to Crystal. I love giving massages. My last boyfriend,
he totally got me into that."

"Oh, so do you have a boyfriend now?"

"Nope, I’m single. And if you were going to ask, I don’t have a
girlfriend either."

I laughed nervously, was she straight after all?

I felt her lean in close to me, and she nearly whispered in my ear, "I
like to play the field in that respect..."

Okay, so she was at least bi.

"What about you Crystal?"

"Well, I guess I’m in the same boat you’re in."

She laughed as she pulled away from me. "Good. I like that. I’ll order
dinner. Do you like Tai food?"

***

After dinner, we were more comfortable with each other, we had talked
some over our food, and it only made the attraction that I had felt
for her even stronger. She was very intelligent, and free spirited and
honest. I know that I was a little more reserved, because that’s how I
am. But she told me that all her friends knew that she was bi, and I
admitted to her my curiosity, even though I had decided earlier not to
because I didn’t want to seem unsophisticated or like some "rookie".
But it was best to be honest, just in case something did happen, and I
looked like a rookie.

Just to set myself apart from the other girls with the same old
"bicurious" story that she met, I told her about my erotic story
fetish, how I liked to write and read.

"Really?" She asked.

Just to show her, I logged on to the story site that I always post to
and read, and had her take a look for herself.

"Damn girl, you’re giving this away for free?" She giggled as she
finished one of my A&K stories.

"They seem so real..."

"I try to make them as human as possible, its sexier, plus these girls
are based on girls I sort of know, and sort of admire, or whatever."

She turned away from the computer and looked at me, flipping her hair
and smiling, the smallish nipples poking through her T-shirt rock
hard, all I was thinking was, "Damn, she did really like it."

"Wouldn’t it be cool if I were in one of your stories one day? Like as
a fictional character or something?"

I smiled and crossed my legs, "Well, would you have a problem with me
writing about you?"

She stood up and walked around to the back of me, "Nope." She said as
she put her hands on my bare shoulders and began to rub them deeply.
"I would show my friends it would be so cool..."

I felt the electricity of our skin touching and crossed my legs even
tighter, "What’s the point of making you fictional, if you know that
its you, and you don’t mind that its you? I only make people fictional
because nothing’s ever happened with them, and I know that they
wouldn’t want me writing about them in that way."

"Hmm...true...but the reason I would want to read about myself is
because it would turn me on, especially if I were doing something as
sexual as what I read."

She began to knead deeper.

"I could write about you, that wouldn’t be a problem."

She leaned down and whispered into my ear, "If I get your muscles to
loosen up like I said I would..."

"Uh huh..." I said closing my eyes and breathing in deeply.

"You know, give you the full treatment like I said I would..."

"Yeah..."

"Would you write about me Crystal? Would you please?" She slid her
soft hands down my bare shoulders and arms, sending chills down my
spine.

"I never met anyone like you. I know you would, I know you would make
me seem so sexy, so beautiful." She said, sliding one of my straps
down to dig her fingers into my skin.

"Joy you are."

"It would really turn me on."

"Uh huh..." I said gulping.

"So is it a deal Crystal?" She said, sliding the other strap down.

"Of course." I agreed without much hesitation.

She clapped and then said, "I’m going to get a little more
comfortable, go on ahead and lay down on your stomach...better yet..."
She paused.

"What?" I said looking at her, as the invisible wheels turned in her
head.

"Are you shy Crystal?" She smiled?

"Why?"

"I can get to your back better without a top, and that’s what needs
the most work."

I looked down at my dress, "Well I have on matching underwear, so its
no problem." I joked.

She bounded back over to me and grabbed my face and kissed me on the
cheek. "You’re gonna love my massages Crystal, now you promise, you’re
gonna write a special story, just for me?"

"Yeah, no doubt."

Assured, she went into the bathroom and closed the door. Finally
alone, I sighed a deep sigh, and did this really weird thing where I
pinch my own arms when something exciting is about to happen. I was
all like, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was so happy that Joy was going to give
me a massage, where I’m practically naked, for something I was
probably gonna do for nothing when I got home in front of my iMac that
night. I sensed that she knew that already, but maybe the girl just
likes giving massages. She seemed pretty hung up on getting into a
story for some reason, as if it was a part in a big Hollywood movie,
but if she was genuinely excited about it, I guess she wanted to leave
the most sensual and sexiest impression possible. This whole situation
was weird, but then again, Joy was weird, but in a good kind of way. I
think that this meant a lot to her.

Soon I kicked off my sandals, and slid out of my dress. I was wearing
a pale pink panty and bra set. I have this fetish for underwear and
this compulsion with having it match, even if I’m just wearing jeans
and a T-shirt and nothing really special. I looked in a mirror she had
near her bed and saw the way the subtle shade contrasted with my honey
colored skin. I had average size breasts, and I worked out so my tummy
was flat, but my butt, was a butt I was born with. Shapely and no
where near flat.

I was a little shy at having no clothes on, but that anxious feeling
only made my excitement grow. I had a lacy bra, not the padded kind,
so I knew my nipples were going to be the first thing she noticed if I
was face up. Feeling very fortunate for her instructions, I lay face
down on her cotton sheets. It smelled like jasmine. I grabbed a pillow
and rested on it.

She came out of the bathroom with an arm full of oils. She was dressed
in her black tight T-shirt and a pair of cotton panties. I looked at
her long slender legs, smooth skin and that sweet brown color that I
adored, and that’s when it all hit me. This was going to be so
amazing, whatever this was.

"I warmed the oil by running hot water over the bottles." Joy said to
me, "Hmm...I like what you got on ma...can I see?"

I sighed and sat up, then stood, mock parading in front of her
giggling as if it were a joke. She smiled and nodded approval at what
she saw.

"You do know you’re very beautiful don’t you?" She said.

I felt myself blushing, "Aww Joy, I didn’t think you wanted me to base
a character on you so bad that you lie to me."

She hit me with a pillow and stood up, walking over to me. Joy was at
least five foot seven without heels, which may not seem like much, but
I was a shrimp at five foot five. She came over and gave me a hug,
pulling me close to her. All I could remember was her smelling good as
I hugged her back. She laughed and rocked back and forth as she ran
her hands down the back of my body slowly, tracing her fingertips over
my skin and sliding her hands over my butt.

"You’re so silly Crystal, I like you." She said letting me go. I tried
to stop looking so flushed as I smiled at her lay back down on the
bed.

"Rub me woman." I laughed as she jumped on the bed lay beside me,
stroking my face and smiling. It seemed like all she ever did was
smile. And she was so sweet and affectionate. This beautiful girl. It
was almost too much for me. I tried to keep my cool as she ran her
fingers down the back of my neck, but I felt prickly hot yet I
shuddered at her touch.

I felt her straddle my body, her warm crotch on top of my ass, she
pressed down and sighed and I closed my eyes. I felt warm oil slowly
drip and drizzle down upon my bare shoulder blades, I couldn’t help
but to hiss.

"Umm, I see you like that." I heard Joy say to me. She then began to
slowly rub the oil into my back, with the softest touch, probably to
spread it around. Then she began to knead and massage with a
penetrating touch. I felt my panties get wet as she did this, and all
she was doing was massaging my shoulders. The warm oil and her soft
hands made me nearly pant for breath as she did her thing. I’ve never
been touched that way before, ever.

I heard her breathe in deeply, and I felt the pressure on my body as
she leaned in forward, and slid her hands down my arms.

"You’re good at this shit." I said.

She worked her way back down to my back, I felt my bra loosen as the
back unsnapped.

"I can get to your back better this way." She said as her hands slid
down my sides touching the sides of my breasts, my body jerked at the
sudden stimulation and I heard her laugh.

"Relax."

I tried, I really did, but my back began to arch and I began to lift
off of the bed. She took that opportunity to help me slide off my bra,
and then she went to work on my lower back, sliding off of my ass and
onto my legs.

"It’s really tight back here." She said.

"I’m a tense person."

"You need to be un-tense."

"I wouldn’t be me if I were completely relaxed." I said as I felt more
warm fragrant oil being poured into the small of my back. She slid her
hands all around my waist and beneath me, caressing my navel. Then she
brought her hands back around, sliding them over my panties and then
onto the backs of my thighs. She poured more warm oil on my legs and
began to deeply rub my right thigh. I felt her warm crotch close to my
foot as she straddled my lower leg.

"Damn, that’s a spot..." I said.

"This is tense too." She said moving to the other leg.

I was in heaven as I sighed with ecstasy, I felt myself getting wetter
and wetter. Her hands knew all the right things to do. They went over
the sensitive backs of my knees and down to my calves and feet. By now
I was feeling a mixture of excitement, comfort and rapture. I loved
all this attention. It felt so good.

"Okay. Turn over."

I giggled, thinking it was a joke.

"Come on." She said, slapping me on the ass. Realizing that she wasn’t
joking, I began to turn over hesitantly.

"By now you shouldn’t be shy around me, breasts are breasts." She said
as I turned over. "See?" She said, pulling off her tight black
T-shirt. Her cocoa complected body was smooth and soft, and I saw the
nipples on her smallish breasts stand at attention like rock hard
little walnuts. I was nearly salivating by now.

She flipped her hair out of her face and picked up a bottle of oil.
Smiling seductively, she began to slowly drizzle the warm fragrant oil
all over her breasts. The oil ran over her breasts and dripped from
her ample nipples, driving me crazy.

"See, nothing to be shy about."

Did she know what she was doing to me? She had to.

She crawled over me, my heart beat faster and faster. Her hair hung in
my face and she smiled over me, "Help me rub it in? It would feel so
good."

If this were some porno, a line like that would be hilarious, and very
see-through, but I wasn’t thinking about that as I reached up to touch
her. I began to rub in the oil, which was beginning to drip down over
me. I palmed both of her breasts, and kneaded it. Then I took the
liberty of tweaking her big hard brown nipples, and having done that,
I could’ve sworn I was leaking by now when she threw her head in the
air and bit her lip. She was so sexy.

"Umm...Crystal, this is supposed to be your time to get the full
treatment." She moved my hands away and leaned down to kiss me. She
sucked on my bottom lip and pushed her tongue inside of my mouth. I
felt like I was making love to her already, just the way we were
kissing. I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her more towards
me. I kissed and sucked her neck as she reached down and rubbed one of
my breasts. After what seemed like an eternity we broke apart.

"Let me finish the massage." She said. I moaned as she began to fondle
my breasts, thumbing the nipples, and taking each one and flicking
them with her tongue. I reached up moaning and playing in her hair, I
knew she loved that by now by her reaction. The more I played with her
hair, the more intense her licking and sucking got. She took one of my
breasts, trying to get as much in her mouth as possible, but instead
of sucking like a maniac, some dudes would do, she just slowly suckled
and swirled her tongue around my hardening nipple.

I slid my hands down her back and moaned, encouraging her. Suddenly
she stopped and slid down the rest of my body. She licked and kissed
my navel, and kissed my sides, which were so sensitive it tickled. I
laughed and she looked up and tickled me with her fingers some more.

"C’mon, stop girl." I said and she slid down the rest of my body. I
felt her hands on my thighs and I jerked up in response and sat on my
elbows to watch what she would do next.

"Relax." Joy said, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. She
began to pull at my panties and I let her slide them off of me. How
could she tell me to relax when this was going on?

"This is the best part of the massage."

"I thought it was my back that was tight."

"Apparently more than that..." She said, parting my thighs. She gave
an approving moan once she saw my shaved pussy, now it was wet and
probably throbbing, so ready for stimulation. She grabbed my outer
lips and began to pull and play with them, pulling them away from each
other and then pushing them together.

"Damn." I said, throwing my head back and whimpering. It felt so good.

Joy slipped a couple of fingers inside my wet pussy.

"Oooh..." We both groaned at the same time.

"I love a tight pussy." She whispered, and I felt her hands run over
my clit. She fingered my wet clit and my whole body tensed up in
pleasure.

"Umm..."

She fucked my pussy with her fingers while she rotated my clit, and I
squirmed and leaked all over her bed.

"Oh yeah, I like that baby." She said. Her soft words only made it
more erotic.

"You smell so good." She said, I saw her head dipping between my legs.

"Shit..." I hissed, watching her lick my lips and sucking on each one,
nibbling them a little with her teeth. I heard her groan as she licked
between my lips, spreading them apart. Suddenly I felt her hot warm
tongue inside my core, deeply massaging and tonguing all around.

"Yes Joy, yes..." I grabbed a breast and rolled my nipple between my
thumb and forefinger.

"You taste so good." She put her tongue back inside of me and began to
tongue fuck me as her nose pressed up and nudged against my clit. By
now I was floored, instead of sitting up and watching I lay back on
the bed rendered completely helpless as I was being enraptured in the
throes of ecstasy.

She finally took her tongue out of me and began to lick my clit,
slowly in circular motions she licked all around. I whimpered and
moaned letting her expert tongue guide its way around my sex. I felt
her pull my lips apart even more and felt waves of electricity soar
through my body as she flicked the tip of my clit rapidly. She hit a
spot so sweet and sensitive, tears involuntarily spilled from my eyes.
I squirmed beneath her, begging for more and praising her. This was
feeling so good.

I felt her suck on my clit while pressing the tip of her tongue
against it, putting just the right amount of pressure on it to help
bring me to the edge. By now I was wild, my hips bucked against her
face as she sucked on me wildly. But her rapid flicking tongue is the
thing that drove me over the edge. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and
pushed her farther down into me as I came. She moaned and groaned and
made slurping sounds as she sucked all of my juices out of my pussy.

When I settled down she raised her head and crawled back up to me
slowly. I lay panting and smiling, not believing what just happened.
She began to kiss me on the lips, and my tongue explored the taste of
myself on her face and in her mouth. I grabbed her shoulders and
pushed her onto her back. I kissed her neck and collarbone and moved
down to her breasts. Slowly I licked and sucked on each one as I
played with her pussy. "Yes, Crystal..." She growled at me.

"Turn over." I commanded.

Smiling she did as she was told. I covered her body with mine, my
nipples hardening in her back. There we were caramel and cocoa, me on
top of her kissing her neck, moving down to lick her shoulder blades,
then the small of her back. I pulled at her underwear to pull them
off, she lifted off of the bed to help me. Finally when they were off,
I began to nibble her ass cheeks and lick them. I slid my hand beneath
her, and lifted her hips, so that she kneeled before me, in a doggy
style position. I heard her moaning into the pillow as I parted her
ass cheeks and began licking her puckered hole. I loved what I was
doing to her, I saw her grabbing at her cotton sheets and heard her
moaning loudly as I slowly worked my tongue into the tight hole.

I kept doing that until she practically screamed out for me to touch
her pussy. Obliging I parted her thighs even more and began to dig
inside of her wet pussy. Never having feeling another girl’s pussy
before all my senses were heightened. I reached for her g-spot,
knowing what It would feel like practicing on myself. When I felt that
grape like texture at the top of her pussy I began to thrust my
fingers in and out hard, hitting it hard. She screamed out for me to
keep going and I couldn’t help but to listen to her instructions.

"You like me to fuck your pussy like this don’t you..." I talked dirty
to her.

"Oh yeah, yeah, fuck me Crystal..." She moaned.

I took turns massaging her spot intensely and pounding it with my
fingers, with her backing up into my hand. Then I slid my fingers out
and sniffed my wet fingers, getting lost in the aroma, I began to lick
and suck my fingers. "You taste good." I said.

"Eat my pussy...please." She begged.

I lied down on the bed on my stomach, with her pussy in my face. I
reached up and parted the lips, and dug my tongue into her hot pussy.

"Grrmmmm..." I moaned in ecstasy fully tasting my first pussy for the
first time.

"Do you like it baby...tell me you like it." I heard Joy saying.

I knew that I loved it as I took my time exploring her insides with my
tongue, her juices dripping into my mouth. I grabbed her hips and
began to lick her lips, pulling and sucking each one as she cried out
in pleasure. I felt her pull away from me as she turned over, pushing
herself beneath my face.

"Lick my clit..." She commanded. I loved the way she bossed me around.

I began to slowly lick her hard wet pink pearl, digging the tip of my
tongue into the dense folds and tasting her juiciness. I slowly
tongued her clit and she responded with squirming and wiggling her
hips. I figured that I had hit the right spot at that moment, so I
continued. I flattened my tongue against her hard clit and dug into it
stabbing at it harder and faster. Her body went crazy as it struggled
with the pleasure, it was hard to keep her still as I brought her to
the edge. I went faster and faster, grabbing her hips, in my own
little heaven, edged on by her reactions until I felt her entire body
tense, and her moaning reach its loudest point. Then I tasted her cum
pouring into my mouth, I did my best to suck it down, slurping up
every drop just like she did to me as she came down from her high.

Exhausted we both lay still, my head resting on her stomach, her
fingers stroking my face until we both fell asleep.

I stayed until the next morning, even though I wasn’t in my own bed,
that was the most restful sleep I ever had. That must’ve explained why
I didn’t hear Joy leave. I got up, calling her name, checking the
bathroom, and the kitchen. Still no Joy. There was a note on the
table, where my clothes and underwear were neatly folded and placed.

"Hey Crystal, I had to go to class. I’ll be gone most of the day, you
can just let yourself out, the door can slam lock. Here’s my number,
call me sometime, leave yours and I’ll call you. Remember, keep your
promise to me."

I read the note and got dressed, taking it with me on my way out the
door.

***

The next day we talked on the phone. She told me she was going to
visit India for a little while, so when she got back we would get
together again, but that never worked out. I don’t know maybe it was a
blow off line or maybe we just can’t connect for some reason. I’ve
tried calling a few times, and I even pondered dropping by her place,
but I figure if she wants to see me again she’ll call. Maybe she’s mad
cause she hasn’t seen my story yet, that’s something I doubt, but if
she is I just want her to know (if "Joy"’s reading this) that I didn’t
know how to find the right fictional story to put someone like her in.
I would get blocked every time I wanted to make her character. But
then the idea just came to me, instead of fiction, I could retell the
facts of our erotic meeting. Even my retelling could probably never do
the whole wonderful experience justice, but it’s the best way I knew
how to keep my promise. She wanted me to write about her, and so I
did.

This was my story, and all of the names have been changed. But "Joy"
if you’re out there, give me a call sometime.