Lesbians, I have bad news. I’ve found a guy that really knows how to use his tongue. I’ll admit it, I’ve never enjoyed receiving oral from a guy before, I’ve always felt that men just don’t know what they are doing down there, or perhaps their tongues are just textured differently from women’s? Now if he had a nice pair of breasts, I may have gone completely straight. That’s the effect of good cunnilingus I guess!

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I had known him for years. Every summer he would come to London, a street performer, to entertain the masses at covent garden. I studied him for an art project, watching his shows for hours, drawing his frame and taking photos of his stunts. We became friends, often going for drinks after his performances, but I realised quickly that he only saw me as a cute girl who took pictures of him. This summer though, he came back and I’m not sure what changed but he saw me with new eyes. Suddenly there was an interest, and although I didn’t think it would happen, he invited me back to his place for the first time ever. I had even gotten over my crush on him a year ago!

I thought I would be a lot more nervous. The same sort of nervous when I meet someone I have feelings for. Instead however I didn’t feel nervous, rather I felt confident, high on the success of pulling in a fish I never thought I would catch. He was tired, having done four shows in the day, but also excited. He has this energy about him, I think it’s his personality, which never seems to switch off. It was funny, and maybe it was the alcohol I’m not used to but I found myself giggling a lot. Well, maybe I was a little nervous.

“You know what we should do?” He suggests, putting down his bottle. “We should…”

“Cover the furniture in duct tape?” I quip out, thinking we were still joking. “Oh we should get lots of balloons and make a ball pit!”

“Well, huh. That sounds a lot more fun. Damn. Now my suggestion seems really stupid.” He says, sitting back with a confused look on his face, clearly I had ruined whatever path he was going to go down.

“Oh no! Wait, what were you going to suggest?”

“I was going to suggest we do something stupid. Like kiss.” He smiles then laughs because it’s the funniest idea, considering our backstory. Maybe both of us didn’t really expect to get to this point. Although I still feel weird about it, a part of me didn’t want to less the opportunity pass. I move along the sofa which we are sitting on, leaning on my hands to bring my face up against his. I wait a moment, and then kiss him. He deepens the kiss almost immediately and suddenly we are both very hungry for each other. After a while I pull back.

“No. Your idea is much more fun.”

Somehow we manage to remove clothing, move to the bedroom and manage to stay lip locked. On the bed however everything is being touched, hands, shoulders, chest, waist. He kisses down my neck, I nibble on his ear. Even though I know he’s tired, the room is electric. I’m overcome with this desire to just touch everything, the body I had drawn so many times and studied so hard, suddenly within my reach. I felt the muscles of his arms which I had carved out in lino, the shoulder blades which I drew in charcoal, that collarbone which is second to non. I won’t lie. I felt like a complete pervert. It was exhilarating.

By then however, he had moved slowly down my body, kissing and sucking on my breasts, licking down my stomach until now he was stroking the inside of my thighs. I felt myself tense up a little, because I have always been very embarrassed when a guy goes down on me. Something about it makes me feel awkward, maybe because they’re not female and I’ve always linked the action to my times with girls. He didn’t seem to notice my reaction though, and suddenly I felt a softness against my skin. A tongue flick over my clitoris. A mouth exploring the folds and entrance to my womanhood, and it felt good.

Actually no. It felt amazing. I had never experienced this with a guy before. He knew exactly what he was doing and it sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. My hands clenched the sheets at my sides, my back arched, my body unable to do anything but accept the welcome probe. I can’t even tell you exactly what he did, but I felt my first orgasm rise up very quickly. With each flick of his tongue, which felt firm and soft, but moist and warm, I felt myself getting closer to the edge. His hands were firmly at my thighs, making sure I didn’t clamp my legs shut, and occasionally I would hear “mmm”s or a “yummy” (funnily enough). I would have giggled at the whole situation if my mind was capable of thinking at that point, but I was lost in the sensations until I climaxed, somewhat unexpectedly, and he continued to lap at me during!

I fell back, almost collapsing into the bed, panting heavily. Although I hadn’t done anything, I felt like I couldn’t move.

“You are delicious. I could eat you all night.” He says coming up to lie next to me. I decide that tonight, I’m probably going to die.