Part One here.
Part Two here.
Part Three here.
It had been three months since I first met Diana at the restaurant. Our time together had been some of the happiest moments of my life. Not only did she teach me all the things I wanted to know about how to please a woman sexually, she also taught me how to be a good partner, she taught me about my own body, she brought out a confidence in me that I’d never known before, and she showed me that I had something special to offer, that I was funny, sexy, supportive and worthy of love.
I’m not sure if I loved her, I think that possibly I did, but I also knew that this was temporary. I knew that one day she would have to let me go, and I held back my emotions knowing that they would never be fully reciprocated. We loved each other in a way that would allow us to part easily when it was time. I knew that she would always be a friend, but that I couldn’t fall for her in a way that would leave me heart broken.
It was a Saturday afternoon in the Fall, and the campus was buzzing with football fans gathered for a big game, their brightly colored faces painted the streets in red and blue. The excitement on the streets contrasted the quiet contentment inside Diana’s house where we were sprawled in her bed naked, our legs entwined, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip as we talked.
“I think it’s time for you to start dating.” She said it bluntly, not meaning to hurt me, but wanting to be direct.
I sighed and dropped my hand. “I knew this was coming, and I think you’re right.”
It was a hard statement to make, but one that I had practiced in my head many times. She was right. Our love affair blossomed behind closed doors, she didn’t share me with the rest of her world, and neither did I bring her about in mine. Not that we were ashamed of each other, it’s just what it was. It was all part of the impermanence.
“Now, don’t go falling in love with the first girl to pay you any attention!” she chastised playfully, chuffing me on the shoulder.
“I won’t.” I meant it too, looking into her bright eyes, a hint of sadness lingering beneath the surface. Her eyes were a mirror, and in the reflection I saw my same face but a new man. She made that man, molded me with kisses, and blowjobs, created me by taking me inside her and showing me who I was inside myself.
She interlaced her fingers in mine. “I’ll always be here, you know.”
“I know.” I choked. “Now, stop it. I want to give you a goodbye kiss!”
I pushed her back onto the bed and leaned over her, holding her hands in mine as I leaned in to kiss her mouth, deep and slow. I kissed her this time, taking the lead, parting her lips with mine, dipping my tongue inside to find hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer, opening her knees so that my hips fell in between, my cock pressed against her warmth. She moaned into my parted lips and bucked her hips into me.
I grinned through our kiss, knowing exactly what she wanted. I moved down, kissing every inch of her as I went, sprinkling little bites across her collar bone, sucking her nipples into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue, licking her belly in small wet swirls, nibbling at her parted thighs, the soft flesh so tender between my teeth. I inhaled her scent, a mixture of the two of us, and parted her cleft with my nose, nudging and teasing as she thrashed and groaned beneath me. I had really come to enjoy these noises of hers, a symphony of squeaks and grunts, melodic and animalistic. They spurred me on like a cheer squad as I licked and sucked, probed and thrusted.
I lifted her hips with my hands, giving me access to all of her, and ran my tongue around her puckered hole. I knew that she liked it that way, but I also knew that she wanted my attentions focused further up. I wanted to prolong her pleasure, to keep her close to the edge, before I allowed her to cross over to the other side. She balled the sheets in her hands and her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes tightly closed. I flattened my tongue and swiped it all the way up her slit, keeping the pressure light over her sensitive clit to tease her even more. Over and over, I lapped at her swollen folds, before I finally acquiesced. I inserted two fingers inside, scissoring the soft pads against her g-spot as my tongue found her clit. She screamed, grabbing my hair in her fingers and holding me tightly to her cunt as she spasmed and lurched into my face, coating me with her slippery come. I came up for air, a sloppy smile on my face.
“You sure aren’t making it easy to let you go!” she panted.
“I just want to make sure you don’t ever forget me.”
I crawled up over her, still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and gave her a big wet kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“Thank you, Diana. For everything,” I whispered, and I meant it.