The Party starts at the Door

Gemma was wearing blue heels and a beat-up, worn bathrobe.

“Hey you,” you said, stepping into the doorway and leaning down to kiss her softly. She put her hand on your arm, holding you in place as she kissed you back a little firmer, slipping just a touch of tongue into it.

“Hi,” she grinned again.

She closed the door and you lifted the flower. “This is for you, but it looks like you’re not quite matching with it yet.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking the flower and smelling it lightly. “And I think it will match my dress wonderfully when I finally get it on. But for now, it also matches something else. Want to see?”

“Of course,” you said.

She took your hand and quickly led you through the apartment and to her room. With Lucy obviously out, you weren’t sure who else was there because you didn’t see her other roommates. Inside her room she closed the door and then turned to you, kissing you again. “You look nice,” she said. “Another Sabrina outfit?”

You chuckled. “The runner-up from Tuesday,” you admitted. “I think I need to do some clothes shopping if I’m going to keep up in the aesthetic department with you.”

“That would probably be a fun date,” Gemma said, still in your arms. “Letting me and Sabrina treat you like a dress-up doll.”

“Only if I get to treat you as a dress-up doll right back,” you said.

“Mmm, let me guess. You’d like to do that in Victoria’s Secret?”

“Well, you’re the one who suggested it now,” you said. “So that or Walmart?”

She rolled her eyes and kissed you again. “Want to see my dress for tonight?”

“Yes,” you said.

She broke from your arms and went to her bed, lifting the blue dress you had spotted and held it up against her body. It was another summer dress, baby blue with little white dots in a splatter effect that had a full square-necked top and a flowy bottom that looked pretty short. She held up the flower you’d given her next to her ear to show you the matching. “Looks good?”

“Looks great,” you said. “You’re radiant.”

She smirked and hung the dress over her desk chair, and carefully put the flower on her desk, before slipping off her robe and turning to you, posing in nothing but bright, vibrant blue lingerie. The bra was silk fronted with a fringe of lace, cupping her large breasts securely and hinting at the depth of cleavage as they pushed together. The bottoms were see-through lace of the same vibrant blue, cupping her slightly tanned hips and mound tight enough to show a bit of camel toe.

“How about now?” she asked.

You had no words. You tried to find them, but your tongue had been stunned. So instead you stepped forward and scooped her up into your arms bridal-style. She whooped in surprise as you did it, throwing her arms around your neck as she started laughing, and then you kissed her.

“That good, huh?” she asked breathlessly once the kiss pulled back.

“Wow,” you said.

You took two steps over to the bed and lowered her down onto it, kissing her the entire way. Coming down on top of her, she laid back as you made out with her slowly. She kept trying to pull at your shirt, but you grabbed her hands and held them down to the bed, making her squeak in appreciation as you took command of her.

Kissing her was great. Amazing. But there was so much more you wanted to do with her.

You left her lips, kissing down her chest and through her cleavage, then down her stomach. Gemma had the kind of stomach of a woman who was fit, but not hitting the gym super hard or blessed with thin genetics like Sabrina. Her stomach was toned but soft, and it fluctuated as she breathed in and out in anticipation as you kissed down passed her navel and towards her panties.

Once in position between her legs, you lightly kissed her mound over the panties and looked up her body to her eyes.

“I’d be happy if you just fuck me,” Gemma offered.

You scoffed lightly. “I’m not looking to make you happy,” you said. “I’m looking to get you screaming my name as you see stars.”

That made her grin and blush. “I’m not as kinky as Sabrina,” she said.

“Says you,” you countered. “We’ll see.”

You started by kissing her again through the panties and working your way down that thin, near-transparent fabric to her hidden lips. She was wet in anticipation and you could already taste her through the panties. Gemma spread her legs wide, opening herself for you as you began to lick, and then make out with her pussy through her panties. They soaked through from your spit, giving you an even better look at her pussy beneath the blue lace. Her flushed outer lips were thick and prominent, and slowly the wet crotch of the panties began to bunch up and slide between them, giving you more and more skin-to-tongue access.

“Oh, fuck,” Gemma moaned, her Aussie accent crooning in the air as you slowly worked her pussy with your tongue and lips. “John, fuck, stop teasing me.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, pulling back.

“I said stop teasing me,” she said.

“Hey now,” you said. “You’re not the one in charge down here, I am. And I’ll tease you all I want, got it? Your pleasure is my responsibility, and I take that very seriously.”

Gemma bit her lower lip, her gaze like embers as she nodded silently in agreement. With your eyes locked, you slowly lowered your mouth back to her pussy and gave it a wide, slow lick, most of your tongue still on the soaked gusset of her panties but the outer edges sliding against her flush labia.

She quivered, and her legs flexed, but she didn’t complain. And then you kissed her right inner thigh, leaving her pussy altogether, and then lightly took some of that soft skin between your teeth and gave her the lightest little nibble and suck. She hissed in a breath through her teeth when you did it, and she watched you with big eyes.

You did the same thing to her other thigh, then lower, right in the crook of her leg.

“John? Please?” Gemma murmured. “I’m so fucking horny for you.”

“Once condition,” you said.

“Anything,” she readily agreed.

You waited a moment and then shrugged. “Naw, I’m having fun. I’m going to keep teasing you.”

“John!” she said, but then gasped as you buried your mouth on her mound again as pressed your lips firmly around her covered clit and sucked. “John,” she said again, crooning as pleasure began to fire up her nervous system.

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