Well, Emily Anna Reynolds, my ex BFs new girlfriend is quite a piece of work. There’s a history to her as well. She loathes the name Emily. “Too prissy.....makes me sound like a character from a children’s book” so she prefers Anna. Ok....well, that’s up to her. I learned a great deal from her during our shopping trip. If you want to wind her up, call her Emily! Although, she also says she uses her first name when she’s role playing ‘a character’. She hasn’t told me yet what that character is, but Mike has. “Emily” is her role play schoolgirl name. I also learned that she is a lot further down the road of sexual exploration than me. Although she hasn’t had another girl (yet) she has done some far more daring things than I have!
After my shag on my studio floor.....a shag that I had no idea just how much I needed.....I finally got to spend some girl time with his new Gf. Up close and personal, she is quite something. Taller than me, sleek, beautifully shaped, and large brown doe eyes. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t? I was a bit confused though over why he sometimes calls her Anna and sometimes Emily. In fact for a time, I thought he had two girls on the go. The fact is she’s both, and he tries hard NOT to call her Emily. “Makes me sound like one of the Railway Children. You know, all white pinafore dresses and Jenny fucking Agutter”. (so, Anna it is then.) As we walked around the shopping centre all I wanted to do was ask about THAT piercing, and I tried, trust me. Several times, but I wimped out. Until we got back to his place. Then, I blurted it out about piercings in general, how I’d just had my nipples done, and how a girl I knew had a clit piercing and I was wondering about having one. I couldn’t really tell her I’d already seen hers! She grinned and said “well, if it’s any help, I’ve got the full set! Wanna see?” I told you girls together, well, there’s no boundaries. She just stood up, reached up her skirt and pulled her panties down. (Nice moist spot, I noticed) and then sat back on her chair and showed me a perfectly smooth push and there, glinting between her lips, a VCH (as I’ve learned they’re called. Then, while I was still staring (yeah, ok, I admit, looking really close and breathing as much of her scent as I could get) she told me how it was done. “I’d decided to have one and went back to the guy (guy?) who did my tits. It’s easy really, they examine you and tell you if you’re suited to having one and which type, then he marked my clit with a pen.....two little dots. It felt sexy, you know lying there with my legs open in front of a total stranger. Then he said “ready”? Yeah, like anyone’s ready to have a fucking great needle through their clit! Then there was this pain......fucking hell.....I can’t describe it! All I can tell you is make sure you’ve had a pee before you have it done. I didn’t and I peed a little. Then he fit the piercing. Yes, it hurt like fuck. But surprisingly, not for very long. He put some gel on me and maybe it had some kind of local anaesthetic I don’t really know. Ok. The down side is they hurt like fuck. The upside, I found out the next day when I put some jeans on. They are a walking orgasm! The seam of my jeans seemed to press the thing onto my clit which made me horny and made me cum. I had so many orgasms, but I’d does settle down. As a masturbation aid, they’re also great, but they come into their own as an aid to fucking. I could never cum just by being fucked. But this thing (she touched it gently and rubbed it around) makes sure I cum every time.” By now I was dripping! It took all my will powernot to eat her out there and then. I asked if she could feel the gold bar through her clitoral hood. To my delight she just took my hand and placed a finger right on it! “There. Feel it?” (Ohhh Yeah!) I left my finger there for as long as decency permitted....ok...probably longer than decency permitted. Then we had a general sexy talk. Was she straight? Bi? Bi curious? She said “curious, I think. I fantasise about other girls some time. Do you?” Well duh! Does she like role play? (Yeah I know. Bitch or what?) she had the decency to blush and said “yes. In fact, I better fess up. I got Mike to call me your name once when we fucked. It really made him cum big time! Do you mind? (As if!) I told her outright that I missed his cock. “yes, it is rather a scrummy isn’t it? I can understand why any girl might miss it.” Meanwhile, I was, to use the old expression, creaming myself. I excused myself and said I needed to use the bathroom. I had intended to have one of those spectacularly quick wanks....you know, panties round ankles, fast and furious, but I got better than that. On the very top of Mike’s laundry hamper were a pair of her panties. They were clamped to my face in a nanosecond and just at the moment I came, I jammed them between my legs and came right onto the crotch. Mmmmmm. Yummy. When I got back into the bedroom, Anna was standing, readjusting her skirt. “Well” she said “I wonder which of us came first?” I have GOT to get between this girl’s legs! That afternoon, I had a nice lazy doze together with a really dirty dream. I dreamed that I was sucking Mike’s cum from Anna’s cunt. Maybe.....just maybe that’s not as impossible as it sounds.
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