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The Best Kind of Trouble, Part Two

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The Best Kind of Trouble, Part Two by MI had not had such an intense sexual episode like that since I was in college, ten years before. I had been dating for the past year or so. But, no one grabbed my attention like Emily. It all happened so fast. We decided to shower afterwards. She went to the bathroom first. She had already washed my cum off of her face by the time I got there. It wasn’t until I stepped into the shower with her that we both seemed to feel awkward. She seemed to be thinking of what to say. I wasn’t sure, either. On one level, I felt completely comfortable with her, even though I had known her for less than one day. On another level, it was strange because I’ve never believed fantasies could come true. Looking into each other’s eyes, it seemed that words were unnecessary. She seemed to relax at that moment, turning from pensive to playful. With the soap in her hands, she began to wash my body. I admit, though, the thought crossed my mind that I hope she doesn’t get clumsy in a slippery shower. A vain hope as it turned out. The soap dropped, her balance went off and she tumbled, landing flat on her ass. I would have been unscathed except for the fact that her right hand came down hard on my sore foot. Ouch! But, I could not help but laugh. Still sitting on the shower floor, Emily’s laugh reached me as if a familiar echo. I helped her up and we went about the ritual of washing and rinsing each other’s body. We ended our shower with a long, slow kiss. Our tongues danced and twisted. Our lips caressed one to the other. Our embrace was sensual, warm, and our bodies seemed to fit each other perfectly. Wordlessly, we made our way to her bedroom. Whatever scent she used was strongest in there. It had a sedative effect on me. We lay in a comfortable embrace for a long while.I was remembering our earlier conversation, during dinner. We revealed to each other that neither of us had had a relationship for over the past year and that the relationships we did have in the past were all lacking in one way or another. As I was thinking about this, she seemed to be reading my mind when she asked, “What is it that you wanted but did not find with the girls you’ve been with before?” This was a difficult question. I thought about it many times but I never really spoke about it in terms that seemed to hit the nail on the head. But, given my experience with Emily on her sofa just a while before, I realised one thing clearly. All the girls I had been with, except one back in college, were never fully open or free with themselves when it came to making love. I also realised that seeing Emily masturbating herself was an incredible turn on, for me.Before I could stop myself, I started telling Emily about Shelia. We started going out during a project we did together for our photography class. While Sheila and I never really fell in love, we seemed perfectly matched when it came to sex. I stopped; not at all sure I should tell Emily any more. But, she didn’t seemed to mind that I was talking about another girl. She was clearly interested. She nudged me, saying, “I won’t tell you mine if you don’t tell me yours.” “Fair enough,” I replied. I told Emily that Sheila was someone who was really cute but shy, on the outside. But, in the bedroom, she was unrestrained when in came to orgasms, both hers and mine. I took a breath and revealed to Emily that Sheila loved for her and me to masturbate together. As soon as I said it, I felt Emily’s body respond with a slight movement. “Hmm, tell me about that?” she asked. “Well, it wasn’t all we did. But, it played a big part in our sex life.” My cock had already started to grow, remembering those times, talking about it with Emily lying naked in my arms. I knew she noticed this when I felt her fingers lightly brush up from my hairy sack, along the front of my shaft, stopping at the most sensitive part on the front, just below the head. My cock was instantly hard. As I continued telling her about Sheila and I, I looked down to see her gazing at my crotch, listening to me, her hand still lightly playing upon that sensitive area. I told Emily how Sheila always responded to my hands between her legs as I kissed and sucked on her little breasts. “Smaller than mine?” Emily asked. “About the same,” I answered. I went to say that I find small breasted woman more attractive than large, dangling breasts. Emily chuckled and snuggled a little closer. Her hand wrapped around my dick, giving it a quick, light squeeze before returning her fingers to that slight dance. For ten minutes or so, I told Emily about some of my escapades with Sheila; masturbating each other, watching each other, and finally, cumming on each other. Sheila loved when I came on her breasts, pussy, and especially on her face. I confessed that it was the most erotic thing for me, not forgetting that was exactly what Emily and I had done with each other earlier that evening. Emily’s hand played more and more seriously on my cock as I was telling her these things. I knew her other hand was between her own legs. We were both feeling the heat build up and as I came to the end of my story, she leaned forward to suck on my prick. Her saliva and my pre-cum mixed together to make a slick coat for her hand to stroke me. I was quickly reaching the peak as her pace picked up. We were both moaning our way toward orgasm. The vibrations of her moaning while her mouth was on my cock added the final lever. I ejaculated with such forceful pulses it was as if I hadn’t cum for days, never mind just an hour or so before. Just like before, my first blast went directly into Emily’s mouth. She then lifted her mouth off and let the remaining spurts go all over her face. Her body jerked and squirmed with her own orgasm that I could tell was just as powerful as my own. Emily licked my cum from her lips but allowed the rest of it to cool and run off her face, drops and streams pooling on my stomach where she continued to rest her head. We stayed in that position until well after my cock had softened and grown small. Then we fell asleep.