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  I drew her mouth still closer to my clit. My pelvis had developed a life of its own, and it was jerking back and forth in time to her movements. Sooner than I’d thought possible, I could feel another orgasm beginning to build inside me. My breath was coming fast and jerkily. Oh my god! I whispered over and over again. Jack’s tongue increased its tempo, and, all of a sudden, I hit a climax, detonating from my clit and showering multicolored stars all over my brain, in the ultimate firework show.

  My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and I let them fall flat on the bed. Then I lay staring at the ceiling. Slowly, Jack withdrew from me and pulled herself up, lying next to me. I cupped her jaw and kissed her mouth, tasting myself on her lips.

  “You’re so beautiful, Elise,” she muttered.

  “No, you are,” I replied. I slid my hand between her thighs and felt the hard bud of her clit beneath the silky fabric of her underwear. She groaned, and, as I looked into her eyes, I saw her pupils dilating with desire. In a quick movement, I pushed my knee between hers and flipped her onto her back. As I slid her underwear down, past her hips, a sense of unreality hit me again, making me light-headed. How many times had I thought of doing this? How many nights had I lain in my bed alone and made myself come by imagining this exact moment? It was something I’d thought would never happen. I took my time, wanting to experience everything in freeze-frame. As I pulled Jack’s underwear beneath her hipbones, the hint of a broad dark strip emerged. I edged the fabric down slowly, teasing myself. I inhaled the sweet, fresh scent of her, and it made me weak with longing. She helped me to slip her underwear all the way off, and, at last, she was completely naked. I sighed in appreciation of the beauty of her body, the taut muscles of her belly, the concave curve between her hips, and the small, dark triangle. Unable to wait any longer, I spread her thighs and pushed my face between them. Up close, her scent reminded me of freshly cut grass, and spring days, along with the sweet, musky scent of her hair. I ran my tongue along her delicate inner labia, before moving lower and slipping it inside, as far as I could. She gasped. I tried to move my tongue in and out, frustrated by its length, but tasting her more and more. I slid it out again and licked a path up to her clit. When I flicked the tip of it, she gasped again. Then, I placed my lips over it, gently drawing it into my mouth. I sucked and flicked my tongue across it at the same time, and her hips bucked.

  “God, Elise,” she whispered. Encouraged, I flicked it again, and was rewarded by the same response. I looked up at her, along the length of her toned, taut body, with the round breasts and the lovely, pale brown nipples. She was watching me. This knowledge brought a jolt of heat, and I began to grind on the comforter, spreading my thighs to allow closer contact. I lashed her clit with my tongue, but, inexperienced, it tired quickly, and I had to keep taking little breaks to allow it to regain its strength. “Harder,” she murmured, over and over, her voice almost lost in her ragged breaths. I sucked as hard as I could, and she suddenly gripped my head in both hands, holding me still. Her hips jerked back and forth, and she came with a cry, the most beautiful sound I’d heard in my life. I continued with what I was doing, trying to draw out her orgasm for as long as possible, and, afterwards, I stayed where I was for a long time, not wanting to stop tasting her. At last, she pushed me away, laughing.

  “Sensitive,” she said. I lifted myself up and climbed up her body, settling in next to her. She pulled me close and kissed me softly, stroking my hair. The scent of sex surrounded us, sweet and heady. I snuggled in closer, our bodies entwined. Her face was radiant, her dark eyes glittering, her lips rosebud full, and her fine-textured skin glowing.

  “You’re such a sexual person,” she said, a hint of wonder in her voice.

  “Mmm, well I’ve had a while to think about this moment,” I replied. She laughed, self-conscious.

  “I hope it wasn’t a let down?” she said.

  “Are you kidding?” I whispered and kissed her again. I was drowsy, lost in the bliss of being close to her, the scent of her all over me. I wanted to stay wrapped up in her body forever.

  *

  Jack didn’t leave my place for three days. We emailed our professors, getting extensions on our work, and rearranged our shifts. I called my sister, asking if she could stay with her boyfriend for a couple of days, and, being the sweetheart she is, she agreed. And Jack and I spent all of our time together. We got dressed only once, to run to the supermarket, and the rest of the time we were in bed. Her mouth on my clit, her hand inside me, all over me, possessing every inch of my body. The scent of her was everywhere. I began to know her body so well. The feeling of her, tight around my fingers, yet impossibly soft and slick. The lovely curves of her breasts and ass; the strength of her body on top of me. The way she’d turn me around, face down, sink her teeth into the back of my neck and thrust four fingers inside me mercilessly. The way she’d flip me onto my back, push herself between my thighs, and grind herself on me, the feeling of that soft, dark hair, the neediness of her clit, her wetness mingling with my own, as I wrapped my legs tight around her waist.

  She possessed me all over the apartment, coming up behind me in the kitchen while I was making coffee, her hand sliding inside me effortlessly, me always ready for her. Her hands strayed to my breasts, or cupped my ass as we chatted, close together in bed. I had never felt so completely desired, and I had never before had my desire fulfilled. I couldn’t get enough of her. I went down on her at every opportunity, insinuating myself between her thighs, kissing her sweet, musky dark hair, and seeking out her clit, which swelled in seconds from the touch of my tongue.

  I was drunk on lust and satisfaction, one filling me, and then the other, over and over again. But the tingling that ran over my skin when I awoke in the morning of the fourth day and looked at Jack sleeping next to me was more than lust. She opened her eyes, smiling hazily, but then her expression turned serious.

  “What is it?” she asked, coming fully awake, her forehead knotting.

  “Oh, nothing. I was being silly,” I said, turning my face away.

  “Elise, what?”

  “I just don’t want you to go,” I said. She laughed.

  “I’m not going anywhere. I just need to put some clothes on that I haven’t been wearing for the past four days. And then I’ll be back. Or you can come to my place. That’s how these things work.” I grinned.

  “These things?” Jack looked at me solemnly and took my hand.

  “Elise Howell, will you be my girlfriend?” My heart filled with a million joyful stars.

  “Yes,” I said. “Of course I will!”

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