I woke up with Mandy sleeping like a lump beside me. She'd probably be asleep for another few hours, so I went downstairs to dick around until she woke up.
She finally trudged down the stairs at about noon, stark naked, which was not unusual for her. "How was last night?" I asked.
"I actually don't remember". Even in her semi-comatose state, I knew she was a little freaked out about it. "I mean the first couple hours were good, anyway".
I made her coffee and toast. "How are you feeling?"
"Better than you'd think" she said. She was perking up by the minute. "Did you have any plans today?"
"No, why, what did you want to do?"
"I was thinking maybe this afternoon I could give you head" she said matter-of-factly, staring into her coffee still. "And then tonight get fucked?"
I cupped her tit and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm going do some weeding. Come find me when you're shaved".
I didn't really do much weeding. I was too distracted, checking the door a couple times a minute to see when she'd come out. It was a good hour until I saw the back door open and Mandy walk out, wearing exactly the same outfit she'd worn the night before. Her top was a lot more see-through in the direct sunlight: I could pick out sharp outlines of her areolas. My stomach dropped a little bit, actually, suddenly realize how much she'd been showing off last night, but my stomach settled when I saw the look she was giving me. She was in the mood to be a good girl.
"You didn't miss a spot this time, did you?". She shook her head "no" emphatically. "Position 1". She reached down to grab the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to her belly button. Her slit was completely bald. I examined it closely and ran a couple fingers over the skin, trying to find any hint of hair or stubble that I could use to make her do it again. "What would your feminist profs think if they saw this?"
"Don't talk about feminism today" she said. I looked up and she had a child-like pout on. "Today I look pretty and make you come".
"Position 2". She looked around anxiously to make sure there weren't any sightlines the neighbours could see us from. Then she sat her bare bum down on the grass, lay back, and brung her feet up beside her ears. Again I started examining and caressing. "Your top was really see-through last night, eh?" Again my stomach sank, thinking about it. My dick, strangely, got harder when I thought about it, though.
"Yeah I got stares on the subway". She was trying to maintain her chipper bimbo persona, but cracks were showing. I took some solace in the fact that she didn't actually like showing off for men other than me.
"No one touched, though? Only staring?"
"I promised you! Sorry, baby, no anal today".
"Position 3". She relaxed her legs and rolled over onto her hands and knees. I flipped her skirt up and admired her in doggy style. Ostensibly I was still examining her shaving job, but really I was staring longingly at her virgin butthole, really quite tiny and cute. "Lower". She gradually transitioned down from hands-and-knees to elbows-and-knees to cheek-and-knees. I soaked in the sight for another few seconds, and then just another few seconds, and eventually smacked her, which was her cue to get up.
"Okay, you can suck my dick" I said. She spun around and lept onto me, arms around my neck, grinning from ear to ear. She kissed me furiously and dragged me by the arm into the house. She started leading me up to the bedroom, but I wanted a change of pace, so I stopped her at the bottom of the staircase. I took off my pants and underwear and sat on the second step while she knelt down on the floor between my legs.
Usually when Mandy gives me head, she starts slow, teasing and licking up and down the shaft, putting the tip in her mouth and then backing off again. When there's a lot of buildup like there had been this day, though, she's too impatient, and dives right in to bobbing up and down. This day she was apparently even more impatient than usual, going for the goal right away, lots of suction, lots of spit, lots of fast motion. She stopped momentarily to look at me. "Baby is it okay if I make you come quick today? I'll give you a longer blow job before dinner".
Truth be told, I loved her quick blow jobs, but I still played along and pretended I didn't, just because it was fun to barter with her. "And another one tomorrow morning". She smiled in acceptance and went back to her quick bobbing.
Usually during blow jobs, I pop Mandy's tits out of her top or make her take off her shirt. This day, though, I stared at the two faint dark spots beneath her top. She rode the subway in that top. Probably a dozen guys had done what I was doing just then, staring at her chest and imagining her nipples. My stomach sank again, thinking about all the guys that had stared. What if there were pictures from the party? What if they ended up on Facebook? How public would her nipples get? The butterflies in my stomach were mixed with a new sort of excitement. It's how I remember feeling the first time I masturbated, an intense tension of doing something new, doing something exciting, doing something just a little bit bad and wrong. There was a part of me that wanted her pokies to show up on Facebook.
I got so lost in my thoughts, I almost didn't notice my cum had started shooting into the roof of Mandy's mouth. She dutifully lifted her eyes to meet mine as she swallowed. I tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. "You're a good litte sl*t" I said. Once she'd got everything I'd ejaculated into her tummy, we went to watch TV until the next blow job.
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(Don't worry: part 3 will have more pictures)
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