taste his happiness in my mouth.
That brought on a smile. My lips and tongue played that cock so well, it was like I deserved a solo in the Philharmonic.
It didn’t hurt that Cliff had a handsome cock, if handsome was the right word. I licked my lips just thinking about it. There was nothing wrong with me finding a cock attractive. It wasn’t like my hot Amber-body was infecting my Andy-mind. No. I appreciated the beauty of Cliff’s cock in the same sense that I could appreciate the beauty of a statue. Cliff’s cock was just handsome, was all. And it fit nicely down my throat. Oh, brother. Maybe I was in trouble. Especially since I kept wondering what Devon’s cock looked like.
Brenda sat down next to me, which was a relief, because she derailed my cock-obsessed daydreams. I turned to look at Brenda, who was waving to one of the guests. I'd rather have sat next to Donna, but Donna was near the center, alongside Lisa. Donna was the Maid of Honor. Cassie was on the other side of Brenda. So it went Lisa, Donna, Cassie, Brenda, and me. I sat at the end of the elevated dais, with its rustic, long table that had no tablecloth. At the center of the dais were Lisa and Chet, and off to the groom's right was Javier, the Best Man, and then the other groomsmen. I only had Brenda to talk to.
Brenda sipped at her champagne, and then took her linen napkin and dabbed it in her water. She handed it to me. "Clean your knees, Blowjob Queen. Don’t make it so obvious that you're a total slut."
"Thanks, I think," I said, and took the napkin. As I wiped at my knees, I said, "Why are you and Donna calling me Blowjob Queen?” She gave me a are-you-kidding-me look. “Well, I won’t deny it,” I said. “But how do you know?"
“Cassie sent the video to our phones. Nice work. You really seemed to enjoy yourself.”
I blushed. “I had to make Cliff believe I was enjoying it. That’s all. I was acting like I enjoyed it for his benefit. It was all a ruse. I didn’t really enjoy it at all, but I pretended to, see?”
Brenda nodded her head, shaking her auburn curls. “Yes. Women do that a lot.” Dodged that bullet!! A silver platter with cheese and fruit was placed in front of us. Brenda fussed about with the cheese cubes, wrinkling her nose at one, but finally found a morsel that looked likely to satisfy her. I watched her sniff the cheese, and then nibble just a bit. A broad smile broke across her face, and she happily ate the rest of the cube.
“We were both right, you know,” Brenda said. I looked at the cheese plate. I was thoroughly confused.
“Right about what?” I asked.
“Back in college,” Brenda said, “when we took Women’s Studies 301. You said Ilsa Lund…you know, in Casablanca …should have given Rick a roll in the hay for old times sake, and then never tell her husband.”
I laughed and said, “I remember that. We were young and foolish then.”
“It was four years ago,” Brenda said with a raised eyebrow.
“You have to draw the line somewhere between being young and foolish—the first stage—and being in the mature and wise stage.”
Brenda plucked another cube of cheese from the silver platter. “For you, dear Amber, that line might be today,” she said. “Anyway, I told you back then that you needed to swallow some estrogen pills to get in touch with your female side, and you told me I needed to get laid.”
“I did not!” I protested, although it was ringing a bell.
“You did,” Brenda replied. “You made me so mad. But you were right. I did need to get laid. I needed to see the world wasn’t all Victorian simplicity. I took your advice. I got laid a lot.”
“Good for you,” I said. I looked past the cheese platter, to the wedding guests. The men were casting their gazes our way—some brazen, some furtive. Goodness, was Cliff whispering to every man he could find? No,
That brought on a smile. My lips and tongue played that cock so well, it was like I deserved a solo in the Philharmonic.
It didn’t hurt that Cliff had a handsome cock, if handsome was the right word. I licked my lips just thinking about it. There was nothing wrong with me finding a cock attractive. It wasn’t like my hot Amber-body was infecting my Andy-mind. No. I appreciated the beauty of Cliff’s cock in the same sense that I could appreciate the beauty of a statue. Cliff’s cock was just handsome, was all. And it fit nicely down my throat. Oh, brother. Maybe I was in trouble. Especially since I kept wondering what Devon’s cock looked like.
Brenda sat down next to me, which was a relief, because she derailed my cock-obsessed daydreams. I turned to look at Brenda, who was waving to one of the guests. I'd rather have sat next to Donna, but Donna was near the center, alongside Lisa. Donna was the Maid of Honor. Cassie was on the other side of Brenda. So it went Lisa, Donna, Cassie, Brenda, and me. I sat at the end of the elevated dais, with its rustic, long table that had no tablecloth. At the center of the dais were Lisa and Chet, and off to the groom's right was Javier, the Best Man, and then the other groomsmen. I only had Brenda to talk to.
Brenda sipped at her champagne, and then took her linen napkin and dabbed it in her water. She handed it to me. "Clean your knees, Blowjob Queen. Don’t make it so obvious that you're a total slut."
"Thanks, I think," I said, and took the napkin. As I wiped at my knees, I said, "Why are you and Donna calling me Blowjob Queen?” She gave me a are-you-kidding-me look. “Well, I won’t deny it,” I said. “But how do you know?"
“Cassie sent the video to our phones. Nice work. You really seemed to enjoy yourself.”
I blushed. “I had to make Cliff believe I was enjoying it. That’s all. I was acting like I enjoyed it for his benefit. It was all a ruse. I didn’t really enjoy it at all, but I pretended to, see?”
Brenda nodded her head, shaking her auburn curls. “Yes. Women do that a lot.” Dodged that bullet!! A silver platter with cheese and fruit was placed in front of us. Brenda fussed about with the cheese cubes, wrinkling her nose at one, but finally found a morsel that looked likely to satisfy her. I watched her sniff the cheese, and then nibble just a bit. A broad smile broke across her face, and she happily ate the rest of the cube.
“We were both right, you know,” Brenda said. I looked at the cheese plate. I was thoroughly confused.
“Right about what?” I asked.
“Back in college,” Brenda said, “when we took Women’s Studies 301. You said Ilsa Lund…you know, in Casablanca …should have given Rick a roll in the hay for old times sake, and then never tell her husband.”
I laughed and said, “I remember that. We were young and foolish then.”
“It was four years ago,” Brenda said with a raised eyebrow.
“You have to draw the line somewhere between being young and foolish—the first stage—and being in the mature and wise stage.”
Brenda plucked another cube of cheese from the silver platter. “For you, dear Amber, that line might be today,” she said. “Anyway, I told you back then that you needed to swallow some estrogen pills to get in touch with your female side, and you told me I needed to get laid.”
“I did not!” I protested, although it was ringing a bell.
“You did,” Brenda replied. “You made me so mad. But you were right. I did need to get laid. I needed to see the world wasn’t all Victorian simplicity. I took your advice. I got laid a lot.”
“Good for you,” I said. I looked past the cheese platter, to the wedding guests. The men were casting their gazes our way—some brazen, some furtive. Goodness, was Cliff whispering to every man he could find? No,
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