Starting off right

Since Heather didn’t answer me directly (at least at first), I decide to return the favor. I bend my head to her lips and kiss her hard; she responds with **** passion. While I have her attention diverted, I turn us around and push her back against the counter, then drop to my knees without warning. While I was away, she changed her slacks for a flame-red skirt, which makes things easier for me.

“Wait,” Heather says, sounding dazed, as I push up her skirt. “This isn’t—” I lift one of her legs and hook it over my shoulder to give myself better access. “—this isn’t how I meant this—” I pull her panties aside, exposing her beautiful pussy. “—to—oooooooooooh!” I spread her flower wide with a couple fingers and give her a long lick from stern to stem, ending with a swirl of my tongue around her engorged pearl. She pulls my head hard to her quim, wailing my name. I cup a hand between her thighs and trace her opening with a finger. When I suck her clit between my lips and curl my tongue around it, she bucks her hips and her orgasm explodes in my face. She screams and writhes and shakes, and her girl-cum floods my hand.

When Heather settles back, I pull out and look up at her; once I’m sure her eyes are focused on me, I make a show of licking her nectar off my hand. Her scent is spicy and rich and bittersweet, reminding me of cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and bitter orange, and she tastes just like she smells. “I love your pussy, baby,” I tell her.

Before I can dive back in, Heather puts her foot back on the floor and pulls me up. She wraps me up hard and kisses me harder, sucking on my lips and tasting me with her tongue. By the time she’s done, I’m breathless and dazed. “No more—not yet—” she says, still almost panting. “Go sit on the couch—give me a minute—”

I don’t feel like going anywhere without Heather just at the moment, so I take her hand; after a moment, she smiles softly and follows me to the couch. (In the back of my mind, I notice that the curtains have been closed; the lights are on, but low. It isn’t really dim in the room, but it isn’t bright, either. It’s odd, but not odd enough to take my attention away from Heather.) She sits down with me and snuggles into my arms. “I’d ask you to pinch me,” I murmur into her ear, pausing a moment to explore it with my tongue, “but if I’m dreaming, I don’t want to wake up.”

Heather nuzzles my neck and says tenderly, “This is all real, baby. Sometimes dreams really do come true. And sometimes, you even get a second chance to do what you should have done the first time.” She lifts her face and I bend my head to kiss her. It’s light and fleeting, just a promise of things to come, but I can feel the jolt of electricity run from our lips through every part of my body. She looks at me for a moment, her face full of love, then lays her head back on my shoulder. “I want you to understand,” she says quietly, “I’m not asking you to give up your business. I don’t want you to. I’m not asking you to stop fucking your clients. I don’t want you to feel you have to. I’m not even asking you to stop fucking Alyssa. Nor am I asking you not to date at school.” I start to interrupt, but she looks up and puts a hand on my lips.

“No, baby,” Heather continues, “listen to me, I’m completely serious. I’ve dated so many other boys, it would feel terribly unfair to ask you not to date any other girls, and I can’t bear the thought of being unfair to you like that—much less of having you think of me as unfair, selfish, or controlling. I want you all to myself forever, but I don’t ever want you wondering if you could have had something better. I want you to be my boyfriend, but I’m not going to ask you to be exclusive this semester. I will be, because I don’t want anyone else anymore, but I want you to be sure you don’t want anyone else either before I ask you to commit fully. Even if you had fucked Kelly this afternoon, I couldn’t have blamed you—I hadn’t given you any reason not to—and I wouldn’t have held it against you. I admit I would probably have felt like it, but I wouldn’t have. It wouldn’t have been fair.

“I admit, I don’t like the thought of you fucking other girls . . . but even more, I don’t want you to resent me for having fucked so many other boys. I don’t want it to be an issue later, so I want you to feel free to take the semester to be sure of how you feel and what you want. I promise you, my feelings for you won’t be any less when we’re home again for the summer.”

I stroke Heather’s face; she leans into the caress and purrs. Through the lump in my throat, I say, “Heather, it feels like you’ve made every dream I ever had come true.” I feel her deep sigh of pleasure in my chest. “Yes, I’ve had clients I could have fallen for; yes, I was looking for a serious girlfriend if I could find one. I never thought I had a chance with you—I’d never had any hope of that.” She captures my hand with hers and holds it tightly to her cheek; I feel a tear running along my finger. “Don’t be sad, love. We’re here now, and none of my clients wanted a relationship, and everything is right how it ought to be.

“We have the next two weeks together, and I promise you, I love you, and that won’t change. I don’t need to have sex with anyone else to be sure of that. I’ll keep the business going this spring because I’m fond of many of my clients—and because the money is nice, to be sure—but after that, I’ll stop. I don’t need to go looking for a better deal. You’re all I want. I want to be yours, and you to be mine.”

I can feel Heather trembling against me. “Thank you, baby,” she whispers, then swallows hard and says, “But we’re going to be apart so soon, and I know it’s going to be hard for both of us. If you do—just know, you’re not going to lose me. I understand. There’s nothing I can hold against you. I’m not going to let you go, no matter what, as long as you don’t want me to.”

“Just hold on to me, Heather,” I say gently. “Always and forever.”

“Always and forever,” she echoes, turning her face up for a kiss. Our lips meet and I slip my tongue between them, twining it around hers. When we finally come up for air, both of us are breathing heavily.

“Lie down, baby,” I say. “I wasn’t done eating your pussy.”

“Not—yet,” she responds, to my surprise; and then, to my greater surprise, she pulls out of my arms and stands up. “I want—there’s something I want to do for you. I’ve never—I want to do something for you I’ve never done for anyone else.” She’s a little flushed, and her voice is breathy. “Wait here,” she says, and walks quickly out of the room.