Getting Reacquainted
written by:
Devnet Quinn

Getting Reacquainted

By Devnet Quinn

Claire and I had been sleeping together, on and off, for a little more than five years. Whenever neither of us were in a relationship (or, on occasion, whenever one or both of us were in unhappy relationships) we were always available to satisfy the other's needs. Our lives and personalities were different enough to make a romantic relationship between us impossible, and we knew that our paths would take us in opposite directions after finishing graduate school. Nevertheless, even though our lives weren't romantically compatible, Claire and I were definitely sexually compatible.

Claire came from an Italian family and was eight months younger than me, with brown-red hair and deep, blue eyes. She was five and a half feet tall, weighed around 105, and had beautiful 36C breasts. I came from a Scandinavian family and, at the time, had short blond hair and green eyes. I was 6'2", weighed 190, and had a six-and-a-half-inch penis. We were both fairly athletic and worked out together at the gym three days a week. Even when we weren't sleeping together, Claire and I remained close friends, a friendship that was inevitably a source of friction for many of the people we dated over the years.

I was in my third year of graduate school and her second, and we both lived in the same apartment complex a few blocks south of campus. The buildings formed a horseshoe around a central courtyard with a small duck pond and fountain, illuminated at night by multicolored spotlights, in the center. Most of our neighbors were single graduate students, which made the complex more peaceful than those that were predominantly filled with undergraduates. It also allowed the managers to provide more luxurious appointments without fear of them being trashed in a drunken party. I lived on the third floor of building A and Claire lived on the third floor building C, almost directly across the courtyard from me.

Between busy schedules and overlapping relationships, it had been almost six months since Claire and I last slept together (there was one instance when I went down on her to say "thank you" for picking up the check at breakfast when I forgot my wallet, but that doesn't really count). Additionally, it had been four months since I had had sex with anyone and I was starting to become antsy. Masturbation, after all, is only a temporary solution that seems to make a dry spell more unbearable after a while.

One Friday evening in early October, I sat alone in my apartment watching a movie on HBO. The TV was beneath the window that overlooked the courtyard so I noticed when the lights turned on in Claire's apartment. Even though it was hard to tell from the distance, it looked as if Claire and a date had just entered. They were both smartly dressed and appeared to be coming home from an evening out. Claire wore a sexy red dress that emphasized her ample cleavage while her date wore a gray suit with a black dress shirt and tie. As soon as they were in the apartment with the door closed, Claire and her date embraced each other and began to kiss. I went into the bedroom to have a better look through my telescope. Claire and I had a secret agreement between us that allowed one of us to watch the other perform (an arrangement we really didn't share with other people, for obvious reasons). Voyeuristic thrills were some of the excitements we enjoyed sharing.

Claire and her date went into her bedroom and lit several candles. He wrapped his arms firmly around her and pulled her tight as they kissed passionately and fumbled out of their clothes. She pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders while he lifted her dress and discovered that Claire wasn't wearing panties (something not unusual for her). He pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it on the chair while she removed his necktie, unbuttoned his shirt and reached into his pants to massage his manhood. While I watched, I opened the fly of my jeans and started stroking myself.

Claire sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs while the man knelt on the floor and buried his face in her womanhood. Claire massaged her breasts and played with her nipples as her date orally pleasured her for several minutes. A short while later, he stood up and Claire opened his fly and pulled down his slacks and boxer shorts. From my perspective, all I could see was her date's ass, but it seemed clear that Claire was giving him a blow job. Lucky bastard. Claire knew how to give a fantastic blowjob.

A few minutes later, Claire and her date fell onto the bed naked and started fucking vigorously. They began in the standard missionary position with Claire on the bottom. After a few minutes, they rolled over so Claire was on top and she sat up to fuck him in the cowgirl position while he massaged her breasts and rubbed her clit. Eventually she turned around and got into the reverse cowgirl position, arching her back and thrusting her breasts up towards the ceiling. Then she rolled off of him and got onto her hands and knees while he fucked her doggy style. The sight of Claire's pendulous breasts swinging freely as she was energetically pounded from behind filled me with excitement. Soon, Claire and her date disengaged and she turned over to give him another blowjob while he knelt over her on the bed. They finished as he climaxed on her face and breasts. Claire and her date spent around half an hour in foreplay and sex, but it didn't look like Claire had a single orgasm.

Claire cleaned herself off with a towel and the two of them cuddled naked on the bed for a few minutes before they got dressed and she escorted him out. He wasn't spending the night, which meant that this was just casual sex and not a serious relationship. Claire blew out the candles and went into the bathroom, presumably to take a shower. I finished masturbating, watched the end of the movie, did my evening workout of a hundred push-ups and sit-ups, showered, and went to bed. It was a night of erotic, wet dreams that only served to remind me of my sexual dry-spell.

The rest of the weekend was spent working on an essay that I had procrastinated on long enough and had to finish by Tuesday. The first time I had another chance to relax wasn't until Tuesday evening, when I got home from classes and sat down at my computer. Claire was online so I sent her an instant message.

"That was quite the show Friday night," I typed.

"I'm glad you liked it," she replied. "I wasn't sure if you were watching or not."

"I was. How many times did you cum? I couldn't tell."

"None, but I faked a couple. He didn't really know what to do without me telling him."

"Oh, how nice of you, faking orgasms to save his ego. I hope you never faked them with me," I wrote.

"Of course not," she wrote back. "You know exactly what buttons to push to keep me cumming."

"Well, we've had enough practice."

"Did the show on Friday get you hot?" she asked.

"Yes. I came really hard afterwards. A lot of cum."

"Good. It gets me hot knowing that you were watching. But I haven't seen you with anyone for a while."

"I've been in a bit of a dry spell," I replied. "Just self-love for me for the past few months."

"That's no good," she wrote. "What happened to the blonde girl, the pharmacist?"

"That fell apart," I typed back. "She turned out to have issues."

"What sort of issues?"

"She really wanted a baby, it was all she talked about," I replied. "Her apartment was full of baby books and magazines, and she was always knitting baby clothes."

"That's weird," Claire's understated.

"Yeah," I agreed. "But I really got nervous when she told me that she thought she was allergic to condoms, even non-latex ones, but it was okay if I didn't wear one because she had an IUD and was on the pill."

"Do you think she was trying to trick you?"

"I think so; this allergy seemed to happen pretty suddenly. I think she was just trying to get knocked up."

"Wow, that sucks, and you don't need to sleep with women like that. Sex should be fun. That just complicates things too much."

"Way too much," I agreed.

"At least you know I'll never try anything that desperate."

"Yeah, you like sex way too much to let pregnancy put you out of commission."

"Do I ever!"

"That's one thing we have in common," I typed.

"I guess I'm just a dirty girl at heart," she wrote.

"See, and here I was thinking you were all sweet and innocent. Sugar and spice, and all that."

"I know, I hide it so well," she replied sarcastically. "I'm getting hot thinking about the fun we used to have."

"Oh yeah?" I typed. "Like the time we tried to see how many campus buildings we could have sex in."

"And trying to fuck in every study room in the library."

"And the practice rooms in the music building."

"Remember the time we got caught by campus security in the arboretum."

"Yeah," I typed. "Who would have thought that someone would have been going through there at two in the morning, let alone one of the two night-shift security guards?"

"And don't forget the time we tried to do every position in the ‘Kama Sutra' in 24 hours."

"We got most of them," I replied. "I don't remember when I ever came so many times that close together."

"I know I came more times that day than I did the first two years I had sex. And I was sore for three days."

"Yeah, I was hard so long my cock hurt for a week."

"I've known a few guys who could stay hard between the first and second orgasms," she wrote. "But you're the only man I've ever know who could stay hard through seven or eight."

"It took a lot of work to be able to do that, but I'm out of practice now. I'm sure I'll cum in 30 seconds the next time I have sex."

"Well that's no good," Claire wrote.

"We used to have so much fun," I commented.

"There's no reason we can't have fun again."

"Are you saying you're in the mood for something?"

"I'm always in the mood," she replied. "Are you?"

"I've been in the mood since Friday," I typed.

"Would you like to spend the evening playing together?" Claire asked.

"Sounds wonderful. Your place or mine?"

"Yours; mine is a mess," she replied.

"It normally is," I kidded her.

"Give me a few minutes and I'll be over."

"Sound good."

"Okay. See you in a few. Ciao."

"Ciao."

Claire signed off.

My hard-on was throbbing now, excited at the prospect of breaking the no-sex slump it had been in for four months. I quickly straightened up my apartment by throwing into the hamper the dirty clothes on the floor and placing in the dishwasher a few dirty dishes that sat here and there. The doorbell rang as I closed the dishwasher. I looked through the peephole and saw Claire wearing a gray raincoat, high heels, and apparently nothing else. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail with a red ribbon.

I opened the door and said "Well, hello there."

"Hi, stranger," Claire replied with a mischievous smile. "May I come in?"

"I don't know. Are you willing to pay the entrance fee?" I joked.

She stepped close and placed her hand on my chest.

"I'm willing to pay whatever fee you have in mind," she whispered in my ear. Her hand slid down to massage the bulge in my slacks. I didn't know if there was anyone in the hallway to see us, but I supposed I really didn't care at that point.

"In that case, come on in," I said, taking her by the hand and leading her into the apartment. I closed, locked, and chained the door behind us.

"I have a present for you," Claire said.

"Oh yeah, what is it?"

"Why don't you take off my coat and find out?"

I loosened the belt on Claire's raincoat, unfastened the buttons, and found Claire wearing a very sexy, and very revealing, body-hugging chemise made of stretch red lace that tied up the front with ribbons. The chemise clung to her body and left nothing to the imagination. A matching thong complemented her outfit.

My jaw hit the floor.

"You like?" Claire asked rhetorically, knowing the answer was obvious.

"I'm suddenly feeling overdressed."

"Well, I suppose I can remedy that."

Claire pressed against me and kissed me with her ruby lips. Her fingertips deftly opened the buttons of my dress shirt while I slipped the raincoat off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I kissed her neck, looking for the area just below her right ear that drives her wild when it's kissed. One time I think I even gave her an orgasm merely by kissing that particular spot. When I fount it, Claire gasped and ground her hips against mine.

"God I missed that," she whispered in my ear.

I released Claire from my embrace so she was free to strip me of both my dress shirt and the black t-shirt underneath. She kissed my chest and sucked on my nipples for a few moments while she undid my belt and opened my fly.

"Oh my," she said in mock surprise as she stroked my manhood through my gray boxer briefs. "I see that someone's excited!"

"I'm not the only one," I replied as I slipped a hand inside her chemise and pinched a very firm nipple.

Claire pulled my cock out of my underwear and began stroking it slowly with her masterful hands. I couldn't help but smile. She stroked it and rubbed a fingertip over the opening in the head, gently spreading the beads of slick precum that started appearing. Claire cupped my balls in her palm and slowly took my cock between her lips. Her warm, inviting mouth was even more pleasurable than her hands, and Claire was very good with her hands. Her tongue swirled around the tip as she slipped my cock out of her mouth and stroked the side of the shaft between her moist lips.

There wasn't much I could do to pleasure Claire while she knelt on the floor in front of me, save for stroking her earlobes. As the blowjob continued, Claire became more energetic and moved her head faster and faster, occasionally deep throating me by taking my entire cock into her mouth until I felt the tip press against the back of her throat.

Claire didn't care if I came yet or not because she knew that wouldn't be the end of my excitement for the evening, unlike some of the men she complained about, who would cum once and be done. After several minutes of holding back, I knew the orgasm was close. Claire obviously realized the same thing and gave extra attention to the tip of my cock with her tongue, stimulating that little area on the underside of the penis just below the head that was the most sensitive part for me. I don't know if it was sensitive because I was circumcised or whether all men were sensitive there, but it sure felt good to have that area played with, which Claire figured it out pretty quick a few year ago.

"I'm going to cum," I warned Claire.

The first of many orgasms that evening grew inside me and I held back the initial spasms until I let go and released into Claire's mouth. I saw a few spurts on her tongue before she closed her lips around my shaft and swallowed every last drop. When the orgasm was finished and she had licked my penis clean, she tucked the shaft back into my underwear and stood up to kiss me.

"I missed that," I said with a smile.

"Good, eh?"

"You're the best I've ever known," I said.

We kissed again and I slipped the thin straps of her chemise off her shoulders, but the skin-tight lingerie didn't fall to the floor. I kissed her neck and shoulders, then the little "v" at the base of her neck, and then moved my lips down to her breasts. I pushed her chemise down a little bit and kissed every inch of her newly-exposed body, then I pushed the chemise down a little more and kissed her unveiled skin again, repeating the process slowly and deliberately until the chemise was half off her breasts and her firm nipples reacted to my tongue.

I kissed, licked, and sucked one nipple while I pinched and stroked the other with my hand. Claire placed her hands behind my head and pressed my face into her breasts. No mixed signals there. As she gasped and dug her fingernails into the back of my head, I realized that I had forgotten about the spot on her areola, just below her nipple, that Claire loved to have played with. I had found it again. The nice thing about being with Claire was that we knew where the others' erogenous zones were, even if it took a moment to remember.

After the not-so-brief pause to play with her breasts, I continued lowering her chemise and kissing the exposed skin. Her belly was much firmer than I remembered, and her bellybutton was unadorned.

"No belly ring?" I asked.

"It kept getting snagged on my lingerie so I stopped wearing it," Claire answered.

"That's too bad," I said as my tongue probed where the belly ring used to be.

By this point, the chemise was below her hips and I slipped it down her legs. I then kissed her hips and abdomen, keeping my lips close enough to her womanhood to feel the heat radiating from beneath her g-string but far enough away to still be a tease. My hands stroked her legs and then moved up to caress her ass. In addition to her firm nipples and flushed face and neck, the wetness of her panties let me know how hot Claire was becoming.

I wrapped my arms around Claire's hips and stood up to lift her off her feet and carry her over to the small, round table in the dinette off the kitchen. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even think about the light fixture hanging from the ceiling, which Claire's head missed by only a few inches. We were so absorbed into each other at that point that I'm sure it wouldn't have killed the mood permanently, only paused it briefly while we had a laugh. As it was, I lucked out and we continued unabated.

I freed myself from my remaining clothes, and we kissed while I leaned her back on the table with her legs dangling off the edge. I kissed a trail down her body from her neck, pausing again to give special attention to her breasts, and moved down towards her panties. Purely to tease her, I pushed her g-string aside and gave her pussy one slow lick before I kissed her thighs and pulled down off panties, which dangled on her toes for a moment before Claire kicked them across the room. Our now-naked bodies were both fully liberated from our clothing.

I took one of her feet in my hands and kissed it, finding a ticklish spot on the top that made Claire giggle. I kissed a trail up her calf and thigh with my lips lingering on the inside of her thighs to tease her some more. When Claire thought I was about to bring my face to her pussy, I pulled back and slowly kissed up the other leg.

"You're such a tease," she joked.

"And you love it!"

Before Claire could respond, my fingers parted her pussy lips and my tongue slid between them. Claire gasped. Her body was warm, wet, and inviting. A gentle puff of air across her clit made Claire quivered in pleasure.

I slid a finger into her body while my tongue sought her clit. Claire opened her legs further to signal that she wanted more. My tongue traced circles around her clit and pushed aside the folds of her pussy lips. I would occasionally slide my tongue across the clit itself, but I was mainly just teasing Claire at this point.

I slide a second finger into her body, curling both fingers up in search of her...

"Oh my God!"

I found her g-spot. Claire's body squirmed and her hips began writhing under the stimulation, forcing me to work to keep my face against her pussy. I was done teasing; now it was time to go for it. I sucked and licked her clit, sometimes slow and sometimes fast. Claire leaned forward and placed her hands behind my head. The message was unmistakable: don't you dare stop!

With my free hand, I reached up and massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. I didn't have to look up to know how flushed Claire was becoming. Whenever she's very sexually excited, a nice flush spreads across her cheek, neck, and shoulders. When we started playing together years ago, that's what I looked at to figure out what got her going. Of course, Claire was never shy about telling me what she liked and didn't like, but the additional sign was nice.

Now, with three fingers in her pussy, my tongue and lips pleasing her clit, and my other hand caressing her breasts, she gasped and gyrated with pleasure while holding my face tight against her body. Long, slow, probing strokes of my tongue made her body respond. Claire's juices continued flowing, her pussy becoming wetter as the orgasm built inside her.

Claire crossed her ankles behind my back and held me in place with her legs. Her body continued to tremble as I unrelentingly pleasured her g-spot and clit. Her hands firmly grasped my head, the fingernails dug into my scalp.

"Oh God," Claire gasped over and over again when she wasn't biting her lip to fight back a scream. "Oh God! Yes! Oh God! Yes!"

Claire's hips rose from the table and crashed against it with such force that I was thankful the table was strong enough to support her. Claire's back arched and her whole body began convulsing. The first orgasm made her cry out in pleasure, as did the second. I hoped my neighbors weren't disturbed by Claire's wailing. I didn't cease pleasuring her as she rode the waves of multiple orgasms. I knew what to do to keep her cumming, and that's exactly what I did.

I lost track of how many times Claire climaxed, but soon the combination of g-spot, clit, and breast play (with a healthy does of dirty talking on her part) made her respond the way I wanted. Her body opened up and, instead of "just" an orgasm, she ejaculated with an intense stream that squirted from her pussy, onto my face, onto the tablecloth, and splashed onto the linoleum floor. I had made Claire ejaculate several times before, but never that hard.

Claire fell back on the table, reaching her arms behind her head and grabbing the back of a chair. She panted and laughed with pleasure and excitement as she basked in the afterglow. I licked her pussy a few more times to take up all the juices. Claire lay on the dinette table for a few moments with her naked body nearly motionless, save for the heaving of her breasts as she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed between excited giggles and gasps for air. "My hands and feet went numb and the room started spinning." She flapped her hands in the air to restore feeling.

"That good, eh?" I said as I stood up and closed her legs. I reached for a paper towel from the dispenser under the cabinet and wiped off my face.

"I don't remember an orgasm that big," Claire replied.

She slowly sat up and looked at the tablecloth and floor.

"What a mess we made," she commented.

"What do you mean ‘we?'" I said in mock indignation. "I believe that this mess came from you, missy."

"Well, I suppose I'm just a messy girl," she said coyly.

"In that case, we should go clean up."

I swung Claire over my shoulder and left the mess in the dinette behind us as I carried her down the hall to the bathroom.

"I don't know," Claire said despondently as I sat her down on the counter next to the sink. "I think my legs are too weak to for a shower."

"Then I'll draw a bath," I replied as I pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the tap. "You just wait right here."

I left Claire in the bathroom and went to the closet at the end of the hall, where I kept a couple flashlights, packs of spare batteries, and several candles for when the power goes out. The candles were certainly nothing romantic, just standard white unscented pillar candles of the type one buys in bulk at the dollar store. I grabbed the brown box of candles and a box of matches and returned to the bathroom.

Claire had already climbed into rising warm water of the bathtub.

"I don't think I've ever been in a more utilitarian bathroom," she kidded. "No bubble bath, no bath oils, no scented soaps. Nothing. You don't even have a pillow for the bathtub."

"But I do have a box of the plainest candles you've ever seen," I said jokingly as I placed a half dozen candles around the bathroom and lit them.

"Well, I suppose that's something," Claire chuckled.

I turned off the lights and patted her on the shoulder, saying "slide forward."

Claire slid forward and I dropped into the warm water behind her. Claire leaned her head back against my chest and turned up the temperature of the water with her foot.

"I don't remember when the last time was that we took a bath together," she said.

"I do. It was two years ago when we won the weekend at the hot springs in the swing dance contest."

"That's right, but that bathtub was a little bit bigger."

"Hey, it's the same size you have and you're the one who suggested I move here."

Claire shrugged.

I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her breasts with my palms. Her nipples were still as stiff as they had been an hour earlier when I first felt them.

"This is nice," she sighed with contentment as she used her foot to turn off the water flowing into the nearly full bathtub.

We sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together contently. Both our pulses continued to race, but the pounding had slowed over the past few minutes.

"What would you say was the craziest place we ever fooled around in?" she asked.

"Let me think," I said before pausing. "I think that was probably the reference desk in the education library."

Claire sighed and giggled as she remembered. She had a work study position in the library at the school of education from her freshman through junior years. Sometimes the library was busy, but other times it was not, such as on the weekends in the middle of the semester when no big projects were due. I would occasionally visit her and keep her company.

One evening, when the library was deserted and we were feeling particularly amorous, I crawled under the desk, pushed up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and started licking her pussy. It wasn't unusual that we fooled around in public; Claire and I liked the thrill of doing that where we could get caught. The crazy part of the evening came when one of the professors came into the library to look for a thirty-year-old journal article.

I knew something was up when Claire's legs tightened on either side of my head, but she didn't push my face out of her lap. I have to give Claire a lot of credit for helping the professor, including looking up the journal in the online catalog on the computer at her desk, without letting on that anything was out of the ordinary. I don't think the professor ever figured it out, at least I never heard about it if he did.

"What would you say was our craziest place?" I asked Claire.

"The one I remember the most was the car ride to my parents' house junior year," she said.

Claire didn't get a car until she got to graduate school. My parents lived three hours to the north and hers lived two hours to the northwest. It only added an extra hour to my trip to give her a ride home at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and spring break. The trip she was remembering occurred after we had started fooling around before Thanksgiving break and then realized how late it was getting and how we needed to get on the road so she could be home for a family dinner.

We were both feeling frisky, more so because our playfulness was abruptly ended by our tight schedule, and it didn't take long until we were fooling around in the car. It was too awkward for her to do anything to me (although it would have been possible had I been dressed differently or if the gearshift or seatbelt had been in different places), but she had no problems lowering her jeans so I could reach into her panties and finger her.

I couldn't reach more than a knuckle's length inside her so I was limited to playing with her clit, but Claire leaned her seat back and enjoyed it for most of the ride. She came several times and was so wet by the time we were finished that she had to pull her long coat out of her suitcase so no one could see the wet spot that soaked through her panties and jeans. It might not have been the craziest place Claire and I ever fooled around, but the fact that I could pleasure her but she couldn't pleasure me, plus the continual vibration of the highway, made it a memorable trip for her.

By this time, Claire felt that my hard-on had returned and she pressed her hips back against it. My hands went from merely cupping her breasts to massaging them. I kissed the back of her neck and nibbled her earlobe.

"Do you know what else I missed?" I whispered.

"Fucking wildly for hours on end with wanton abandon?" Claire replied with a rhetorical question.

"Are you feeling energized again?"

She craned her neck back so I could kiss her lips.

"First one to the bed gets to be on bottom," she said.

Before I had a chance to say anything, she was already standing up and climbing out of the bathtub, leaving a wet trail on the floor behind her.

"Hey, no fair!" I called as I stood, but I only saw her magnificent ass running out the door and turning right.

I got out of the tub, left the bathroom, and turned left down the hallway. I turned around and leaned against the doorframe as Claire stood in a doorway at the other end of the hall. She opened the door and realized that what was my bedroom the last time she was over was now my study room. I switched the rooms two months earlier.

I laughed and darted into my bedroom, falling onto my unmade bed and laying on my back with my hands clasped behind my head and my erection standing tall, waiting for Claire.

She appeared in the doorway, standing in a sexy pose with one hand on her hip and the other on the door frame. Her lips curled in a pout.

"Oh, poor baby, couldn't even win her own, fixed contest."

She strutted around the bed, dripping water on the carpeted floor. It was getting close to sunset so the room, and her naked body was bathed in a brilliant orange light, highlighted with striped shadows from the partially open slatted blinds over the windows.

Without warning, Claire released a playfully animalistic roar and leapt onto the bed, landing on top of me with her hips straddling mine. She slid her hips forwards and backwards, sliding the erect shaft of my penis between her pussy lips without yet letting me penetrate her.

She tucked the strands of her brown-red hair, made dark brown from the bathwater, behind her ears and then rested her hands on my shoulders to pin me down.

"I suppose I should thank you for all those orgasms earlier," she gibed in mock irritation.

"I know," I said, mimicking her faux pout. "You just really hate to have sex and this is such a chore for you."

Our hips continued to move, sliding my penis between her lips. The tip almost connected with her opening and slid inside, but she quickly shifted her hips to prevent it. I playfully moved my hips to try again, but she continued to block me, laughing all the while. We gave each other playful glances. As best I could with my shoulders pinned, I reached up and massaged her hanging breasts.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked as she blocked yet another attempt to enter her.

"I want to hear you say it," she said with a devious smile.

"Say what?" I replied, even though I knew exactly what she meant.

"You know," she said as she ground her hips against mine.

I sighed and said with a jokingly insincere, monotonous voice, "your pussy feels so wonderful, you're the best fuck I've ever had, just the thought of you makes me cum."

"I don't believe you," Claire smiled.

I quickly shifted my hips and almost made it, but Claire was too quick for me again.

"Oh baby, oh baby," I said monotonously and without emotion, trying to hold back a laugh. "My cock is so hard and I want to fuck your amazing pussy."

"I don't think you mean it," Claire pouted.

We used to play this game for quite a while, but I was ready to move on. I grabbed Claire's hips, flipped her onto her back, rolled on top and quickly penetrated her.

"Hey, what are you...oh my God!"

I pulled Claire's hands up over her head and held them in place on the pillow while she bent her legs and locked her ankles behind my ass. I thrusted hard and fast, thrusting as deep into her as I could. Our bodies pressed together and we kissed passionately as I varied my angle slightly so I didn't spend too long stimulating her the same way. I loved the feeling of her hot body as it engulfed my manhood.

I let go of her wrists and placed my hands on either side of her body to lift myself up on my arms, opening a space between us. The angle made my cock press upwards, sliding more forcefully against her g-spot once she lifted her hips to meet mine. Claire closed her eyes and leaned her head back towards the headboard to stretch her body. My eyes were transfixed by her bouncing breasts, which seemed to move in slow motion with every pulse of her body. I've always enjoyed the fluid, undulating motion of natural breasts; it was something that breast implants could never mimic and why I preferred the real things, regardless of their size, to artificial ones. Watching the hypnotic movement of her breasts made my excitement grow, particularly as the rosy flush grew brighter and her nipples seemed to stand firmer.

I shifted my weight again and slid forward to ride high in the missionary position with the base of my penis rubbing her clit. The rhythm of our bodies coordinated and, while the thrusts were now shallow, the pressure against her clitoris made Claire have to cover her face with a pillow to silence her own screams. After a few minutes of this, Claire couldn't take it anymore and her body began convulsing in orgasmic pleasures.

I was always envious of the fact that women can have orgasms and keep going while men generally have to take time to recover after each orgasm before continuing. When I'm in shape, I can sometimes maintain an erection after cumming and continue making love uninterrupted, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to do so with Claire after the long dry spell I had been through. It took all my concentration to fight back the orgasm as long as possible. The dry spell, combined with the amazing feeling of Claire's tight pussy, made that a very difficult task I couldn't maintain for long.

Claire cried out as I came, screaming about how she loved my "hot jism" filling her and "squirting" against the back of her pussy. When we were in the right mood, as we were then, Claire and I loved talking dirty to each other. It helped keep me excited enough to continue thrusting after the final orgasmic spasm had faded and allowed me to remain hard through the refractory period.

I continued thrusting as Claire and I recovered from the first wave of orgasms. Our pace slowed and the movements went from energetic to tender. Without pulling out, I raised one of Claire's legs to pull it across my body (thankfully she was very flexible) and rolled onto my side until we were making love while spooning, her leg draped over my hips. One of my hands slipped under her body and reached up to lovingly caress her breasts while the other slid between her legs to tenderly play with her pussy lips. I kissed Claire's neck and then used my tongue to play with her ears.

By this point, our bodies had mostly dried after the bath but were developing a nice sweaty sheen. Claire and I devoted our whole bodies to making love, using every muscle to move in concert and doing whatever was necessary to please the other. While I pinched her nipples and played with her pussy, Claire reached behind me and grasped my ass, pulling me deeper into her with every one of my slow, deliberate thrusts.

After a time, Claire pushed us over so I lay on my back and she sat on my hips, facing my feet. There wasn't much I could do in this position except lace my fingers behind my head, relax, and enjoy being ridden. Claire placed her hands on my chest, arching her back, and slid her hips forwards and backwards. Her head fell back and she faced the ceiling, her hanging wet hair dripping water on my chest.

Claire's forwards and backwards motion eventually gave way to a more energetic up-and-down bounce. I placed my hands under her ass to help her move and bounce. Once we got coordinated, she lifted her body so high that the tip of my cock barely remained in her pussy. Her body then came crashing down, thrusting me deep into her. We were so energetic and she was bouncing so high that I fell out a few times and we had to pause so she could guide my cock back in. We then continued with enough energy to make the bed creek.

After a while, Claire turned around to face me, shifting positions again without pulling out. I reached up and placed both hands on her bountiful breasts, holding them tight as our hips rocked in circles. We had been going so long, alternating between energetic fucking and tenderly making love, that the sun had fully set and there was little light left in the room, but what I couldn't see about Claire's body in the dark I was able to imagine by sliding my hands all over her form.

While I massaged her breasts, she reached between her legs and played with her pussy. Claire came again and, while I don't know how many orgasms she had, I know it was more than one. As she rode the orgasms, she placed her hands over mine, holding them tight against her breasts.

Claire rolled off of me and got onto her hands and knees so I could fuck her doggy style. I knelt behind her and slid my cock back into her pussy. Now it was my turn to do most of the work, and I held tight to her hips and pulled her back against me with every thrust. The sound of our flesh slapping together was nearly hidden by the creaking of the bed and Claire's excited panting.

I had fought back the second orgasm for too long and my body ached for another release. We past the point where I could stop it and made only vain efforts to slow it down, knowing that it would make the eventual release all the more rewarding.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

"Cum in my pussy, baby," Claire said. "I wanna feel that hot cum inside me."

Claire continued talking dirty as my cock started to spasm. My ability to control it suddenly vanished and I came hard in her pussy. Claire screamed with each spurt and slowed her body, but I didn't want to stop. I shifted my position and continued thrusting, keeping the pressure on my cock to stay hard. We kept talking dirty to each other, saying things that would make even us blush at any other time.

When I knew my hard-on would remain, I pushed Claire against the bed so she was laying face-down, still fucking her pussy from behind. I reached under her hips and massaged her clit while Claire screamed into the pillow. From this position, I couldn't thrust hard and I couldn't thrust deep, but I hit her g-spot with every thrust while I rubbed her clit. I fervently kissed the back of her neck and shoulders.

Claire came again with another wave of orgasms. The wave lasted a long time, maybe even two or three minutes, with one orgasm following hard upon the other with no signs of subsiding. She screamed louder and louder into the pillow and I didn't stop pleasuring her until she begged me to. (It's always good for my ego when a woman begs me to stop because the pleasure is too much for her to handle.)

We slowed gradually as Claire came down from her high. Both of us had pounding hearts and lungs gasping for air, especially Claire. Without our bodies still joined, we rolled onto our sides and spooned, Claire held tightly in my arms. Our bodies calmed and my erection softened, eventually falling out of her body.

"That was amazing," Claire said after a long silence. "I haven't been fucked like that in a long time."

"Neither have I," I said.

We kissed and continued to spoon in blissful silence. Claire kicked her feet under the covers and reached down to pull them over us. Now that we were no longer exerting ourselves as hard, the room had grown suddenly cold. It was only ten, three hours after we had left the bathroom, but we were both very tired.

"Do you want to stay the night?" I asked.

Claire elbowed me in the side and jokingly chastised me by saying, "Shhh, sleeping."

We both chuckled and then lay in silence. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep with her in my arms.

Sometime during the night, I opened my eyes and realized the bed was empty. Claire had slipped out of it without waking me. I started wondering if she had gone back to her apartment when I heard the refrigerator door open. Claire was in the kitchen. I got out of bed and walked down the hallway.

Sure enough, Claire was standing in the kitchen, her naked body lit by the glow from the open refrigerator as she bent over and looked through what I had to drink. I crept up behind her and put my arms around her.

"Oh, hello!" she said with a bit of a start. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," I replied.

I kissed the back of her neck and cupped her breasts. The cold air from the refrigerator had made her nipples hard.

"Well, since we're awake..." Claire said as she ground her hips back against my now-erect penis. She stretched her ankles and raised her hips so that my member could slide between her legs and enter her from behind; her pussy was already wet.

Claire moaned in pleasure as I pinched her nipples with one hand and played with her clit with the other. She braced herself against the refrigerator, having given up looking for something to drink.

I continued fucking her from behind for a few minutes before I pulled out and lifted her onto the counter. I stepped between her legs and our bodies joined again. Claire wrapped her arms around my neck as she leaned back against the wall. She gyrated her hips until she found an angle that drove her wild, after which she started panting with increasing volume as her pleasure grew. Claire came after several minutes of this, and I released as quick as possible so we could cum together.

After the orgasm, she leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulder, both of us still breathing heavily. When my hard-on began to fade, I pulled out and Claire hopped down from the counter.

"Now I'm going to have that drink," she said, reaching for the refrigerator door. "So don't distract me this time!"

She pulled out the carton of orange juice and I grabbed two glassed from the cupboard. We sat down at the dinette, avoiding the spot where Claire ejaculated hours earlier, and drank the juice.

"This wasn't quite like the night at the lake place, but I still worked up a thirst," Claire said, referring to a weekend we spent alone together at her family's lake house. During one of the nights, our sexual escapades we so vigorous that we had to stop twice for a Gatorade break. I got such a workout that evening that I didn't go to the gym for a couple weeks, which was how long it took for the sore muscles to disappear. We were really energetic.

We finished our orange juice and I put the glasses in the sink. She took my hand and led me back to the bedroom, where we spooned until we fell asleep, sleeping straight until the sun came up the next morning. It was Wednesday, and we both had class at nine.

"Good morning," I said with a hug as I kissed her neck.

"Good morning, she echoed. "What time is it?"

"Almost seven," I said, glancing at the alarm clock.

Claire rolled over so we faced each other, both lying on our sides, and placed her hand against my face.

"So was it good for you?" she asked sarcastically.

We both laughed and pressed our foreheads together.

I shrugged and said, "I've had better."

"Oh yeah, with whom?" She gave my side a little punch.

"With this sexy girl with brown-red hair," I said, running my fingers through her hair. "And amazing 36C tits." My hand slid down to caress her breasts.

"That's okay, the best I ever had was with a guy with short blond hair..." (she ran her fingers through my hair) "...and a nice big cock." She reached down and started massaging my member, making it hard again.

My hand moved from her breasts to her pussy and we spent some time kissing while we played with each other.

"We should probably go get cleaned up," Claire said between kisses, running her finger through the beads of precum on the head of my cock.

"Let's go take a shower," I suggested.

We crawled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. The candles from the night before had burnt out and the bathtub was still filled with water. I opened the drain and Claire and I kissed and fondled each other while we waited for the tub to empty. When it was ready, I turned on the water and we got into the shower.

We lathered our bodies with soap and cleaned each other with a washcloth, lingering over the other's erogenous zones. Slippery bodies held each other under the cascading water, kissing and washing and fondling. Taking our time and enjoying the pleasure.

Claire gave me an expert handjob while I fingered her. A short while later, Claire pressed me against the tile wall and knelt before me, taking my cock between her luscious lips while playing with my balls. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and continued the handjob as she licked and sucked on the cockhead.

Unlike the previous evening, when we gave ourselves over to passionate excitement, our pleasures that morning were slow and tender, focusing on the little things that turned on the other instead of the big sensations of unbridled passion.

My increasingly spastic manhood told Claire that I was close to cumming again. When the time came, Claire opened her mouth as I released. I came on her tongue at first, then onto her face. Claire closed her eyes and continued the handjob until I was finished cumming on her. It dripped off her face and onto her breasts. After having as many orgasms as I had had since the previous evening, I was amazed by how much cum still emerged when I climaxed.

"There, I think that's a fitting ending to our frolicking for one evening," she said as she stood up and wiped off her face and breasts.

"Not quite," I replied.

I spun Claire until we faced the same way and reached around to squeeze her breasts and play with her pussy. Claire pressed her hips back against me, and my still-erect member slid between her ass cheeks. I alternated between fingering her with two fingers inside her pussy and playing with her clit. All the while I was kissing and licking her neck and ear. Claire stretched her arms over her head and ran her fingers through my wet hair.

Claire's legs began to shake as another orgasm neared. I held her up with my arms but kept pleasuring her through at least three orgasms.

When her body relaxed, she turned around and we held each other tightly, face-to-face, with heads resting on the other's shoulders. My hand rested on the back of her head.

"Now we're finished," I whispered.

We both chuckled and held each other for several minutes, listening to the sound of the water, our breathing, and our heartbeats.

"Thank you," I said with a kiss after a while. "I needed that."

"You and me both," she replied with a smile.

Claire and I cleaned ourselves up in the shower. When it was over, we dried each other off and went in search of our clothes, which were strewn through the entryway, kitchen, and dinette. It took us a while to find the panties Claire had kicked off the night before. It was almost a shame to have to put clothes back on after spending so much time naked together. Claire's body was so amazing, I could have stared at it for hours.

"Dinner tonight?" I asked when she was ready to leave.

"I can't, I have an evening seminar," she answered. "How about tomorrow night?"

"No, I have a study group," I replied. "Friday?"

"I'm free on Friday," Claire said.

"Great, I'll see you then. Have a great day."

"You too."

We kissed and I opened the door as Claire left. As she disappeared down the hallway, I closed and locked the door, leaned back against it, closed my eyes, and sighed.

It was good to be back in the game.