I’ll never forget our last day at your pool.
We’ve been having a great time this summer, haven’t we? I never would have thought that on my gap year — ok, it’s really a gap summer because I can’t afford to take a whole year off, but at least my parents found a way for me to take the summer off and explore Greece and stay with my cousins and get some travelling experiences — I would fall in love.
I especially didn’t expect to fall in love with you. I’d only dated guys in the past. And I only dated because it was just what you did in high school. At least in my high school. I can’t speak for any others.
I dated Brian and Devon and Layton and Steve. Not all at the same time. But one after the other, really. Why did the relationships end? Because I couldn’t hold off on not having sex with them anymore.
The truth is, I never felt the desire to have sex with them. I didn’t feel desire at all. Until I met you.
Today is my last day in Greece. I am not sure how I am going to initiate this because I have absolutely no experience. But I want my first experience with a woman to be with you.
I’m standing at the door of your house with my bag. I’m wearing a pink bikini top and a wrap around skirt with my bikini bottoms under it. I’ve got some other clothes in my bag in case you convince me to go out tonight, but I’m hoping that you’ll want to stay in.
You answer the door and you look stunning as usual. Your dark hair is loose and hangs down over your tanned shoulders. I’ve never seen you looking so sexy. Or maybe I have and it’s just the fact that it’s our last day before I go home that has me so tuned into you.
“Come in,” you say, moving aside to let me in. “Melissa made us some lunch. It’s out by the pool already.”
I’ve never had a friend like you. You’re so casual about your family’s obvious wealth. But I know that you’re well aware that you’re fortunate. I’ve seen you give money to people on the street. I was with you earlier this summer when you bought that little girl the doll she wanted in the store. She was so sad when her mother told her that she couldn’t afford it as the little girl looked through the window. You asked them to wait while you ran in the store and bought it for her.
I follow you to the pool area where the food is laid out in the gazebo. We sit and eat and drink wine and laugh for a long time. I don’t want this day to end. It’s going to be really hard leaving you.
After eating, we move to the lounge chairs to lay in the sun and relax.
We chat for a bit and then I realize I forgot to put sunscreen on. I reach for the bottle and you stop me.
“Let me,” you say.
Like I’m going to complain about your hands rubbing lotion into my skin. I undo the strap of my bikini top so there won’t be tan lines. I moan as quietly as I can when your hands move down my back.
I have no idea how you’re going to react but I’ve got to make a move. I can’t go back to the States without finding out if you feel the same way about me.
I turn over, pretending to forget that my bikini top is undone. I’m now half naked in front of you, waiting to see if you’ll take the bait or if you’ll throw a towel over me.
I almost don’t want to find out. But I look at you anyway and you’re smiling.
“You’ve got a tan mark,” you say. “Maybe you should work on that.” You squeeze a little lotion onto your hand and start rubbing it into my tits. “But we wouldn’t want you to burn.”
I knew it. I had a hunch you would respond the way I hoped you would.
I sigh, “I didn’t know how you felt, but I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Your fingers pinch my nipples — first one and then the other — and you say, “You should have let me know you were into women a long time ago. We’ve missed out on so much time. I guess I’ll just have to make up for it. There’s one thing though…”
Shit — what are you going to tell me? I wait.
“I’m really not into receiving. I just love watching women come. Are you are ok with that?” you ask.
Am I ok with that? This is like a fantasy. Not that I don’t enjoy giving but I can handle just letting you make me come.
I nod my head and watch as you move between my legs and pull my bikini bottoms off. The smile on your face tells me that you weren’t exaggerating when you said you were totally into giving.
You don’t waste any time. You’re not going to make me beg. Right to the point — you just want to hear me scream.
Your tongue is magic. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. You move it in ways I didn’t know were possible.
And the funny thing? You don’t go right for my clit. You tongue fuck me. I had no clue that could feel so amazing. The tip of your tongue circles around the outside of my entrance and then suddenly, you’re devouring me. Your tongue goes deeper than I thought was possible.
I’m about ready to explode when you replace your tongue with fingers and move up to my clit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t hold back.
The next thing I know, the most powerful orgasm is ripping through my body. I don’t care if anyone else is home. I’m screaming out loud, bucking against your mouth.
And then I’m gushing. I can’t stop it. All I know is that it feels amazing.
When I finally calm down, I open my eyes and you’re grinning like the Cheshire cat; your face dripping wet.
“Wow,” I say, “…just….wow.”
“Too bad you’re leaving tomorrow. If I’d know you were into it before I would have been eating your pussy all summer,” you say.
I laugh. “If I’d know you were into it, I’d have let you eat my pussy all summer.”
“Well,” you say, “let’s have a swim and then you can come up to my room and sit on my face and I’ll show you a few other tricks.”
There’s more? Damn. I might have to reschedule my flight.