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“Relax. This is going to feel good, I promise.”
    “Oh, Jesus, Ken,” she sobbed, but she did take a deep breath, her thighs releasing their death-lock on my head, her butt lowering to the bed once more.
    I sucked her clit into my mouth, and the profanity began to leak from mouth again — muttered this time, however, not screamed, as she tried to follow my suggestion and breathe. Relax.
    I licked, nibbled, and sucked, trying not to surprise her again. Feeling her belly rise and fall in something like a steady rhythm, I pushed my finger a bit further in. This elicited a high-pitched gasp, but no leg-lock, so I pressed in a bit more, continuing to flick her clit with my tongue. I felt quite smooth at the time, though for all that Dana had managed to teach me, I was still just a year removed from my own virginity.
    Still, I must have been doing well enough; her nipples rose (I reached up and caressed and pinched at them with my free hand), her groans grew deeper, and her whole lower body seemed to be turning bright red as the blood flowed into her pelvis. She began to rock against my mouth — subtly, so as not to dislodge my finger, I guessed — and I knew based on the previous night’s exploits that she was getting close.
    I tried pressing further in to her cunt, making slow headway. How the hell am I going to get my cock in here?
    Suddenly, Bridget resumed her drunken-sailor impression, spewing four-letter words and thrashing — but continuing, thankfully, to breathe. She let loose a high-pitched note and shuddered; her cunt pulsed around my invading finger and, as the muscles alternately squeezed and relaxed, my finger finally slid all of the way in to her. “Oh. Ken. Oh. Fucking shit.”
    My free hand began to yank open my belt and fly. Gingerly, I removed my finger. When she whimpered, I kissed her clit again, and the whimper became a deep, incredibly sexy moan.
    My cock sprang free and I looked at the sticky, open cunt before me. Fuck. I wanted to. How could I not? But…?
    Pulling the condom from my pocket and pushing my jeans down around my thighs, I kissed my way back up her body — not quite as languidly this time, but making sure to take a nip at each nipple and a long lick up her sweaty neck. As I kissed my way up her chin, my steel-stiff cock slid up along the length of her open vulva. Didn’t plan it, but as I kissed Bridget, my head grazed by her clit, and so the eyes that beheld me when I pushed back were sultry and bedroom-y in the extreme. “Hi,” I said.
    “Hi,” she answered, sounding incredibly relaxed.
    “Feel good?”
    “Fuck yes.”
    I couldn’t keep from grinning. “Glad. Finger didn’t hurt, did it?”
    “Nope.” She grinned back at me.
    “Bridget?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    I rocked my hips so that my cock slid back down the length of her labia, then slowly back up. “Can you help me feel good too?”
    Her eyes opened all of the way, and some of the old fear flashed back, but there was a determined look of trust as well. She nodded.
    I continued to grind my erection against her. “Coming in your hand felt so good.”
    She smiled almost shyly.
    “But Bridget?”
    The smile froze, but the trust remained.
    “I would really love to come inside of you.”
    “Oh.”
    “Only if you’re…” I had to stop grinding against her. “I… we could do that in your mouth, if that was okay.” I ran my sticky finger along her lips.
    She shivered and turned her face away from me.
    “Um. Bridget — “
    She threw her legs around my hips and pulled me tight. Rocked her cunt up and down the length of me.
    “Okay! Wow! Uh, just let me put on the rubber.”
    Bridget looked back at me, face now pulled between so many conflicting emotions it was blank. “Can I… help?”
    Leaning down to kiss her, I chuckled and said, “I’d love that. Thanks.” I slid my hand along the long, smooth thigh over my left hip. “Um. Think you could — ?”
    “Oh,” she said. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be.”
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