The Vixen

I turned around to look at the couple. The guy was grabbing and massaging her breasts with his face engulfed in his girl’s clit. He was tongue-fucking her the way she liked it. He went harder and grabbed her hands and pressed them off to the side, making sure she could not move. Her sounds and expressions, through her rosy-fleshed face of sweat, said it all. The scent and energy in the room was enough. I flipped over for my turn. I realized I had been giving more, and soon I had them both pleasuring me. The woman teased me with her tongue and tickled me gently with her long fingernails, nail polish slightly chipped. She proceeded to tell her boyfriend what to do to me, while biting her lip. I was in sensory overload, not having too much experience but having enough to know just what I like to cum. To my wonderful surprise, he had a tongue ring, and he slid it in and around all the right spots slowly, gently grabbing my hips to move me more into his face and to penetrate me even more, as if it wasn’t enough already His girlfriend grabbed my hands and placed them so I would stay put. I started to tremble, and thoughts started to pour in. I didn’t know what to do. To release or to tense up, to pretend or to turn around, or to please his woman one more time. Wait, I need to get food tomorrow, popped into my head. I need to get my girlfriend home, so her dad doesn’t wonder where we’ve been all night. Looking around now and noticing the sun was coming up, I decided to kinda fake it by tensing and continuing to moan as I didn’t feel comfortable releasing fully in their embrace. She kissed me and said, “Good boy,” to her man, and they made out above me. After two hours of play, no actual penetration except tongue and fingers had occurred. Thinking about it now, I only really went down on the girls. I reached over and woke up my friend who had passed out. We set off into the early morning sun after exchanging Facebook names in order to keep in contact. She could barely stand up so she leaned into me as I held her, knowing very well she wouldn’t remember the whole night. Even to this day, I know I am missing bits and pieces. Calling a cab and not knowing where we were at 5:30 am, we slowly made our way through the streets, tumbling along in our heeled boots. When we got home, we crashed at the first sight of her bed. I lay there, in the afterglow of my first foursome … The Lessons I asked myself after that night what I maybe could have done differently or changed about it in order for me to have felt safer, been more open; I ask myself if I was ok to even have proceeded in the state I was in. Asking for permission was one thing that arose, and this was not done fully. Consent is a must in these kinds of environments. Yes, I could have said no at any point in the game, but having that open conversation at the starting line makes trusting the situation easier. Another is having that dreadful I-don’t-want-to-but-I-have-to conversation. The conversation of Are you clean? and Do you have protection? Yes, it might kill the mood for some, but get used to it; the more you ask, the more natural asking becomes. Also, the more sex you have, the more important it is to ask. And not knowing is even worse. Add to that the possibility of catching something that’s untreatable, something that you would have to live with for the rest of your life. Always make sure you are aware of what is happening. For example, taking pictures or videos might not be the best idea, unless you’re with someone you trust, someone who wants to share those memories later, moments that you two can watch and appreciate together. It’s fun to watch you and your lover having sex. It’s kinda hot, too!