It's Almost Like She Planned It

By Poison Ivan

Warning! The following work of fiction contains sexual activities between consenting adults. You must be at least 18 years old to read it.

Patsy called. "Johnny?" she said. "Andy's gone. Can you come over right away?"

I don't know what I was thinkin'. I really shoulda known better. But sometimes my prick makes my decisions for me, and it don't always think things through too good.

She called me into the bedroom as soon as I got there. She wasn't wearin' nothin' `cept a sweatshirt and her expensive pink silk panties. I'm pretty sure Andy bought the panties for her, but she wears them for me anyway. They're the one nice thing she has to wear.

"Hurry up. I don't know how long he's gone for." She scooted those panties off and sat on the bed with her legs open. Patsy's got a real pretty puss, just the right puff to her lips, and a sexy little slit. I could smell her. It attracted me like a bee to honeysuckle. "Oh, Johnny!" she said as I nuzzled my head `tween her thighs.

I ran my nose through her pubes and felt her wiry hairs on my lips. I wrapped my arms around her legs and pushed my face hard into her crotch.

Man! I love the way she smells and tastes! I think that's why they call it "eatin' a girl out," `cause that's all you want to do when you're in there like that: eat her up.

I found her clittie with my tongue and she moaned loud. And she liked it when I tongue-fucked her hole, too. I used my fingers to spread her lips apart and I looked inside. She was all shiny red, and her clittie was up like a sproutin' seedlin'. I kissed it, and then I sucked it `tween my lips.

Patsy arched against my face so hard I had to hold on to her hips to keep her from breakin' loose.

I was so immersed in what I was doin', I don't even hear it when Andy come in. "What the fuck is goin' on here!" he yelled.

I jumped up like a spooked deer. Patsy don't even close her legs, she just sits there all open and drippin'.

"You've done it this time, bitch," Andy said.

"You better leave, Johnny," Patsy said.

And then they stared at each other like I wasn't there. "You gonna be OK, Patsy?" I asked.

"Get outta here, asshole," Andy said. He kept makin' a fist and releasin', over and over, like he was pumpin' somethin' up.

"I can handle this," Patsy said. "Go home, Johnny."

And so I left. I know I was bein' stupid, I never shoulda gone to her house in the first place. But Patsy was stupid too. I still cain't believe she asked me to come over like that. It's almost like she wanted to get caught, like she planned the whole thing.

I just hope she's OK.