Lindsay: One of us

“Mmmm hmmmm!” I moaned enthusiastically through lips that were locked tightly around her lean shaft. Sliding off her cock with a sloppy pop, I looked up at her. She was smiling back at me, not in a devious or silly way, but just in a genuinely happy way. I returned the same sort of smile and stretched my hands up her body, running my fingers through the smooth, silk-like flesh of her tummy. “It’s a part of you. Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?” I asked.

Her smile widened and she leaned down to meet my face with hers. She kissed me deeply, not in the way that lust-slave drunkards kiss, but in a real way, in a passionate way. It was the type of first kiss that implied a long series of kisses yet to come. I rose to my feet and took her in my arms, pulling her soft, nude, fairy-like form against my own.

She began working the button and zipper of my jeans while I pulled off my white undershirt. I slung my shirt over to the small clothes pile forming at the edge of the room. As I did so, I noticed that Joey’s linen pants and Mai’s pleated skirt had joined the pile during my distraction with Lindsay’s cock.

Lindsay jerked down my jeans and boxers and I felt a surge of relief as my own trapped cock was finally granted freedom. I kicked my pants off my feet and shirked them to the side as well. I then pulled Lindsay’s nude form back against me. I relaxed at the sensation of her tits pressing against my stomach and my cock squirming around against her soft, smooth belly. I realized then that my feelings for Lindsay likely extended beyond a common crush. I somehow felt… privileged… to be standing, nude, holding on to a girl with a cock. It just made her that much more special to me.

I hugged her for a moment longer, trying to memorize as much of the feel of her as I could, then I swooped back down for another kiss. As a tall guy, and Lindsay being a rather small girl, I had to really crane my neck to reach her upturned face. I felt like I was about to fuck some mythological creature. There was an electricity in the air and rhythm to my fast beating heart that harkened to let us know that this wasn’t some common drug-induced orgy.