the loophole

he calls me at 12:30 p.m.

"where are you?" he asks.

"im still shopping, but im almost done. where are you?"

"im on my way home. ive fishished."

"damn! i cant believe you beat me."

"yes, i did. well, after all, i AM a guy."

he gives me directions to his place. on the way there, i think about the loophole to my vow. im not really horny for a man because i just purchased a new toy, so i decide to not sleep with him. to do this, we need to be outdoors, in public, because i know i will not be able to resist him.

i get there finally, and i step inside to the familiar scent of pot and coffee. damn, we wont be going out to a nearby cafe. he greets me with a kiss (or do i kiss him first?) and a hug. i sit on the couch and listen to the jazz that he always seems to have on. we talk about movies as he prepares the coffee.

"i thought we were going out for coffee?"

"no, lets stay here. but if you want to, we can sit at my bistro table to create the atmosphere."

"the cafe atmosphere?"

he brings me a cup and takes a seat next to me on the couch. we talk about what hes been up to with his career, about my celibacy, and about curb your enthusiasm.

he offers me a bong hit, and i know immediately that after i take a drag, i will cough hard. this self-fulfilling prophecy takes place. his stuff is strong, organic from humboldt. i feel the effects of the pure ganja as we watch and laugh over the cleverness of curb and the anal retentiveness of its main character.

he tests the waters by sitting close to me and by playing with my hair. he leans in to smell it, and he approves of the scent that he does it again. he takes my hand the way he did the first time we held hands, with only our fingertips touching. then he kisses the inside of my wrist and sucks on the area by my bracelet. he checks to see if i am okay with it.

i like how he slowly seduces me.

"so, why are you celibate?"

"mmm...i dont know. but it doesnt matter because if i sleep with you now, you said it wouldnt count against the vow."

"ah, yes, the loophole. you know, im not celibate, but im not a slut, either. ive had only one since you - has it been 3 months ago?- on and off."

"yeah, it was in september, right? october, november, december. three months. well, i havent had sex since you."

"why is that?"

"because i like to stop at perfection."

his eyes are smiling as he goes in to kiss me. it starts out playfully, then turns passionately. he moves over me and grinds his cock against me. realizing that we should have more than denim against denim, he leads me to the bedroom.

we lie on the bed naked, kissing and exploring. i kiss him goodbye because i wont be up there for while, and i lick my way to his cock. i tease him by kissing the surrounding areas, and when i cant take it anymore, i take him in. he moans as he pushes deeply into my throat. i let my tongue find his balls, his hole, and the area in between. i lick and i suck, and i look at him for confirmation that he is comfortable with this. his eyes are closed, and he looks so peaceful.

when he opens his eyes, he finds me watching him, and he pulls me up to his lips.

"your turn, baby," he tells me.

"not yet. i like my mouth on you."

"but i want to taste you. i love how you taste." i cant debate this argument.

i lean back, and he licks me and sticks a finger in my ass and another in my cunt. i am so lost in what he is doing to me that i cum almost immediately, and i ask to taste me on him. he brings his tongue to meet mine, and i lick and smell what he has done to me. he kisses me so deeply and so sweetly, and i realize that he has been the best kisser ive ever had. its the perfect marriage of tongue and lips and spit.

"see how good you taste, baby?" he asks.

"and how good i smell on you."

when he pulls away, i talk to him about how i really enjoy his ass. he mentions that hes never had that before. i say ive never done that before either and get busy tending to him again.

"baby, turn over on your stomach, and put a pillow under you."

he does as hes told. i take in how smooth and defined his body is. i straddle him, and i kiss the back of his neck, his shoulders, his mouth. he lets out a barely audible moan as i bite my way down his back, but theres no mistaking the sound of pleasure. i bite him tenderly, careful not to leave marks, just in case. i let my breasts fall on his back, against his ass.

i lick his hole, and i reach around to grab his cock. after awhile, he moves away from me and tells me he wants to taste me again.

"but im not finished with you yet," i purr.

"then lets 69. i want to taste you. have you done that before?"

"yes," i laugh. this question seems funny to me somehow. i think he asks because he wants to do something with me that ive never done before. there might be time for that in future meetings.

"lets."

i love his adventurous side. i love how he is open to new things and how he gives in to me. this is why it is so easy to succumb to him.

we try this position for awhile, but i dont like multitasking like this because it confuses my senses to divide between giving and receiving. i dont know which one to enjoy fully, and it is difficult to respond to either. i usually wait the customary time allotment, which by my clock is one orgasm (mine).

he enters me. im tight due to months of no entrance, and my eyes water as he pounds into me deeply. he watches me, and asks if im okay. i insist for more, but he is cautious at the pain he thinks he might be causing.

"im going to go back to sucking your cock now, if thats okay. i want to taste me on you."

"are you sure?"

i suck my cum off of him, and it is sweet and bitter. i bite his inner thighs. i go back to sucking him again, and i take his hand and put it around his cock. i put my hand over his, and i find his hole with my other hand. he works on himself while i lick and finger him. it doesnt take long for him to cum this way, all over his stomach. i love the pearly whiteness of it, and i lie next to him.

"god...that was..." he doesnt finish. i am smiling as i kiss him. he gets up to clean himself. i get dressed and go back to the living room.

"more coffee?" he asks when he joins me.

"yes, please. arent you curious why i called you yesterday?"

"no...but why did you call me yesterday?"

because i need a good fuck, and you provide the best loophole to my vow? because when i meet someone new, i automatically judge the conversation against my conversations with you? because i like you?

i say nothing. he looks at me for an answer, but instead, he notes, "you have a freshly-fucked look."

"i do? how does one look like shes been freshly-fucked?"

"dont know...cant explain it."

"well, there is no one else to blame but you, darlin'." i smile at him. he comes to the couch and sits next to me.

"why am i celibate?"

"i dont know, but youve mentioned it several times today."

"i did? youre right...but i wonder why?"

"thats something you need to figure out for yourself. maybe youre trying to gain something or youre afraid of losing something. when you give up something, its because of fear loss or theres something to gain."

"maybe. hhhhmmm...well...uh...i dont want to be in a relationship. i dont want to get married."

"why not?"

"i dont believe in monogamy."

"then you dont believe in marriage."

"guess not. hey id better go..."

"no, wait, whats on your mind? tell me..."

"nothing...just, you know...its getting later, and you have things to do, and...i dont really know how to leave right or anything...so uh...im going to go..."

"no, its not that late. stay, have more coffee. i was hoping to have you again."

"do you think we should?"

"lets."

he kisses me gently, passionately, and he leads me to the bedroom. i lay him down on his back, and i undress him. i look at him, and he knows what is going to happen.

"here we go," he says with excitement.

i proceed to make him cum the way he did previously by licking and fingering him while he jacks off. when he finishes, i get something to clean off his stomach, his chest, his cock, his hands. i kiss each spot as i wipe it clean. i lay down next to him.

"mmm...time for a nap. you know, i dont usually cum when i get head. in fact, it takes me a long time to cum when im fucking someone. sometimes, i dont cum at all."

"hhhhmmm..." i get up to for fear of falling into that satisfied sleep you have when youve been freshly fucked, and he follows suit.

"you should call me when you want to try something new. or i should call you when i want to experiment."

"okay, you should, and i will. well, thank you. i had a great time, like always."

"yes, it was fun." he walks me to the door.

he hugs me tightly, the way friends hug each other when they wont be seeing each other for a long time. this is unlike the last time, where i was running away with my bra in my hand, and im fumbling the door knob in my haste to escape. this time, i let him hug me, and i let me hug him. we hold each other longer than necessary, but it is nice. and once again, i thank him for finding that loophole.