A Round of Cheer
© 2003 by john e

Bill favored tongue work, and was crazy for women who appreciated it.  Right now it was Judy he bragged about during a round with the boys at Pat's.  He stayed with her a month or so, and she allowed and enjoyed his hours between her legs.  She went giddy with his initial fervor, and was illuminated by his worship.

Bill, though, couldn't get the boys quite past how he yanked her pants and panties down and how she thrust herself against his tongue.  He relived a long and private series of dreams, inexplicable and now dreams no more.  Offhanded speech interrupted by calls for more beer steadily distanced him from the satisfaction of pressing his face into Judy's snatch, becoming a faceless supplicant before womanhood.  He fell silent before tipping the next beer.

Bill wanted to do Judy once again, and again.  She would wiggle, then vibrate against his glazed face.  He wanted to vibrate with her once again, until they disappeared.

One of the guys tried to press Bill into saying more: why did he talk about eating pussy all the time, and what did he get out of it.

Bill was sad, nearly drunk.  He couldn't remember Judy's face very well, but he remembered the freshness of her snatch, and its warmth.  He wondered if this meant something bad about him.  Maybe it was his sudden desire for her—upon him so strongly now—that made motive and memory difficult, even though the burning was ignited by these.

He finished his mug in a long series of swallows. "I can't explain nothing," was all he said afterward.

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