A sound from his past

... his ex-girlfriend, Anna, making strange yet familiar fluidic sounds as she struggled to keep both a copious amount of saliva and about half his cock in her mouth at the same time.

As Cameron first opened his eyes, he saw her cheeks gently pulsing inward and out as she sucked and pulled her lips back and forth on him, keeping a delicate hand with a black opal ring at the base. Her shoulder-length brown hair was swept over to one side and brushing the side of his hip as she worked his cock. Like always, she looked like she had fallen into a trance, her eyes close and her head moving down, then tilting slightly up and back as she pulled up on him. Everything felt the same as it once had for Cameron, except she was making absolutely no noise, presumably not to wake him.

His smaller brain thankfully caught his supposedly higher brain from speaking or even mumbling, but he could only luxuriate in her delicate ministrations for a few moments before the urge to speak overwhelmed him.

"Anna," he said, causing her to stop her movements, stare directly at him but not move one inch off her objective. "I, uh ... why are you, uh, you're not supposed to ..."

Anna had popped Cameron out of her mouth after his second pause. "Wait, are you complaining?"

"Uh, no, ya know, I would never, like ... you're really, really good at, uh, that. It's just, my girlfriend ..."

"That's not it, Cameron," she said, lightly tugging on him a few times for emphasis. "You're just probably wondering why I'm doing this."

"Yeah. I mean, no, I still can't ... but, you know, aren't you seeing somebody? Why would you ..."

As he tried to combine dozens of reasons to worry into one sentence, he found a line of sight that shot straight into her loose sweater. He'd completely forgotten about something he used to think about 10 times a day -- her pale, round, unreasonably large breasts, built onto a mostly skinny frame in such a way that they could only be so large for one reason. She'd told him once after sex that she switched between 36C and a 38B, depending on how a particular bra fit. Or was it 34C and 36B? They were, anyways, big enough that even his one-octave-span hands had again and again tried futilely to encapsulate them in one grasp, although trying had been really, really fun, especially while ...

"I'm here because I heard you lost your job, that you were bored out of your mind, and I was bored too," Anna said. "You obviously never asked your landlord to fix the door, since your old trick still works."

Cameron stared at her as she spoke, her lips still just an inch or two from his slowly-softening cock, and he felt a damning sense of reason well up inside him.

"So, not to sound crazy or anything, but you just decided to drive to my place from your apartment in the suburbs, take a chance that I might be home, break my door open and start sucking my cock?"