My Dear John Letter, Part Two



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  My Dear John Letter, Part Two
  (mf oral rom) 
  
  
  
  
  You know how when a relationship ends, you say it is over, but you
still think about it?  Well, it wasn't exactly over between us.  If
Tiffany had swore off other boys to stick with me like she did with
Brian, I'd have been ecstatic.  I knew it wouldn't happen, but I
didn't know why.  I also knew that I could have her again, in bed,
whenever I wanted, but she didn't want me the same way.
  
  Or did she?  I said that to her once.  We were at a party together,
and for whatever reason, neither of our lovers could make it there.
So we talked over old times, the fun we had.  It would have been so
easy to just go and do it, what we desired.  I made the offer.  She
was smarter than me, because she didn't take it up.
  
  A week later, she gave me a note, said to read it over the weekend.
Like the Dear John letter, it wasn't exactly directed at me.  Funny,
how Tiffany could write what she felt, be so open to us all, in her
notes.  I had a hard time saying what I felt, and writing it down
wasn't much better. 
  
  I'd put the two notes together.  I didn't read it right away.  Then
I read it over and over, thinking about what she said, and all that
we'd done together.  I'd fallen in love with a nice girl, who'd
probably never do any of the wild things which Tiffany found so easy.
That same wildness made it hard for us to stay together as lovers,
though I was always her friend.
  
  I was happier, being in a one on one love affair, going steady.  I
tried my best not to worry or wonder about what might have been, if
Tiffany and I could have done that together.  Rather than just being
passionate fuckers, playing with sex and love like fire, and getting
burned.

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My Dear John Letter, Part Two
by Tiffany

Guys,I was thinking about what I wrote, about you not being the best
lover ever.  That got me thinking about what it was like making love
with you.  Both of you, Brian and you Johnny.  You're both a lot
alike, really nice to me. 

I like thinking about sex.  You know about that part, though.  It is
so nice making love with you, every single time we're together.  You
know all the right things to do to make me feel great.  I love how you
kiss me.

That was how I knew that Brian loved me.  It wasn't the only thing,
but he kisses really great.  On the beach, he kissed me slowly,
softly, and yet it was so intense.  It was like he was doing it to
show that he loved me.  No hurries, just lots of slow kissing.  We did
it for a long time, and he never pushed ahead to do more.  He didn't
want to rush things.  I've got used to how boys figure that they can
grope me, and I like how that feels too.  But with Brian, I liked
waiting.

Isn't that funny?  Weird, an exciting kind of weird, not bad at all.

I knew I'd have sex with him whenever he asked me.  Like with you,
Johnny.  I mean it, really.  Even though we're breaking up, if you
really need me, it is OK to ask.  I think Brian will be OK with that.
I've told him about it anyway.

"Let's get naked," I said to you.  I like saying that. Doing it, too.
So we got naked together, just the two of us.  You look really hot
when you're naked.  Maybe that is because you're looking at me all
naked, and that makes you feel hot?  It doesn't matter which time this
was, does it?  I want to explain why both of you are my best lovers
ever.

Looking at you, seeing your hard cock, I want it inside me right away.
Sometimes, I don't want to wait.  But so many guys just go ahead and
do that, and you know that anticipation makes it better.

Instead, we kiss.  Me on you, then we roll over on the blanket, still
kissing.  When our naked bodies touch, I feel so alive.  Just kissing
is special, tongues tangling and tasting.  But naked, I can feel your
warmth against me, rubbing me.  I love how your hard cock rubs against
me, especially against my pussy.  Our breasts rub together, and I know
that turns you on. Gentle, you are so gentle in kissing me, then when
I'm below you, your kisses move down my neck.  It is like you're
eating me up, love nibbles all the way down my chest.

I'm all yours now, and you kiss and touch me all over.  Up and down my
chest, nipple nipping and navel licking, until you finally stop
teasing me.  I spread my legs wide, because I want you to eat me hard
now.

Not just licks, you know I can take more.  I want it hard and fast,
and you just suck and nibble on my pussy until I can't stand it.  I'm
at the edge of orgasm, and you keep me right there.  Edge of the knife
licks on my clittie, and you know that I'm ready for you to do
anything.  I want to come.

You could just fuck me.  But we have time, and you keep going, licking
me and loving me.  I'm making some really hot sounds, I never know
exactly what it is like because I'm lost in the feeling.  It is funny,
for a while all I see and feel is your mouth on my pussy, making me
come hard.

I love orgasms.  A lot of boys can give me one, but so few do so just
to please me.  I could stop now, go home, and you wouldn't be mad.
Frustrated, but not mad.  I love giving you one, too.  Blow you, then
go back to school.  I hope I can do that a lot with Brian.  Every day.
Maybe he'll get to do me back, too.  It makes for a nice lunch
anyways.

You're not stopping this time.  You gave my pussy a break, but kissed
down my legs, soft nibbles.  You'll let me do it back to you too,
later.  I love the times when we can just kiss and nibble and suck,
all day long.  Summertime loving with Brian was so perfect that way,
and so were our weekends together, John.

I really like this, being pampered with pleasure.  All the way down my
left leg, back up my right.  Are you going to eat my pussy again?  Or
go past it and kiss me?  Or just dive in and fuck me hard, because I'm
so ready for you?

The best thing is that you're going to do all three.  It doesn't
matter which one comes first.  Oh, I could just turn things over, do
you instead.  I love sucking on your cock.  It is so soft but strong,
a beautiful thing.  I imagine doing all this, while you lick my thighs
and belly.

You touched my pussy, gently stroking me.  Soft flicks, knowing that
each tap on my clit, each push into me, is nirvana.  I like that word.
I mean it is like a little orgasm, each time you touch me there.  How
can you just keep on making me feel so good, caring about me so much?

It isn't just sex.  I like it whenever I do it, even with boys who
don't know what to do.  I love making a guy come, especially blowing
him.  I know you love to do that to girls, just like me.  But after
we're done, you'll still like me and talk to me.  Respect me.  I mean,
you aren't going to act all stupid and embarrassed after we're done
fucking.  I trust you.

This time, I want to lick your cock. I've been thinking about the
feeling, and am really close to coming just from your touch.  Wanting
you to just stick it in is almost like pain, I'd come so fast I just
know it.  You'd be all ready to keep going and going, and it would
feel so awesome.

I know you'll make me feel good, all night long.

"Give me your dick, I want to suck it!" I told you.  I reach down
between your legs and grab it, tugging on it. You roll over on your
back, knowing that I'm going to play with your body know.

It is like making music, to kiss and touch you.  Like rock and roll,
like the songs you sing, I am zoned in on your pleasure.  The tingle
in my pussy, my desire for orgasm, is just a small part of the
feeling.  I'm careful not to brush my pussy much against you.  I don't
want to come by accident.  You wouldn't mind, I know.  Some boys act
so stupid, like if I get off without their help it is a sin.  As if
just having sex wasn't something like that?

I like kissing your nipples.  Boys can be so silly about that, acting
like it is weird when I do it to them, even though they suck on my
tits just fine.  You have a little chest hair, and your breasts are so
flat, you'd never fool anyone into thinking you're a girl even if you
didn't have that hair.  I just keep on nibbling and kissing, feeling
your hard cock press against my belly.  I could straddle you just a
little higher, and it would hit my pussy.  But it isn't time for that
yet.

I lick down, sucking on your bellybutton.  That makes you laugh, just
a little. I see your cock bobbing, feel it against my tits.  I like
that, how it rubs against them.  I rock back and forth, letting them
brush together.  My nips are all hard, and I love how it feels to let
them rustle against your pubes.

I like that word too, pubes.  I guess I like a lot of words about sex
and pleasure.

You know what I'm going to do, but not when.  Or how.

I mean, I could just slide your whole hard cock all the way in.  Like
sucking down a popsicle, which always impresses the boys at school.
Once you know the trick, it is just easy.  You weren't surprised when
I did it to you the first time, but you liked it.

Or I could just lick it softly, teasing you.  Or torment you by
sucking on your balls, licking lightly on your cock, but leaving the
tip alone.  Kind of like when you ignore my clittie just to get my
attention, unlike the boys who never learned about what to do for
girls.

Maybe that is part of what makes it special to make love with you?
Not just that you make me come, and know how to please me.  We do
different things, and it always seems to be good things whenever we're
together.

This time I wanted just to warm you up, to wet you a little.  I kiss
and lick lightly, top to bottom, catching your balls because I know
you like it.  Then, I swirly tongue the tip, until I taste it.  You're
almost ready to come.

Even though I haven't touched my pussy, I am too.  Just touching and
tasting you is enough to make me come.  Well, almost.

I kiss my way back up your body, feeling your hard cock, wet from my
kisses, touching my neck, my breasts again, down my belly, against my
pubes, on my clittie...

Then right inside me.

Even though I'm on the pill, I don't let anyone, not just any boy, do
that.  We've got rubbers, but I know I don't need one with you.
You're smart and careful.  Like me.  I mean, I know that there is
always some risk, but that is what life is about.  Both of you guys,
you are both good like that.  Not stupid about it.  Not that Brian has
had to worry much about me catching anything from anyone else lately
anyway.

It was fun making it with every guy who wanted me.  Honestly, tell me,
was there anything bad about having all those girls hot for your bod,
and letting them get it for a while?  It is so unfair that you boys
can get away with that, but a girl like me can't.

When we're together, none of that matters.  You care about me.
Fucking is a great way for you to show that to me.  I'm on top, and
you let me lead.  I rush along, squeeze you and pause a bit, rocking
and rolling in my head.  I keep my eyes open, too.

I don't do that with every boy either.  I like seeing your face.  You
smile, and I can see just how good I'm making you feel.  I'm going to
come soon, I feel it burning my pussy up.  It doesn't matter if you
come first, you'll still get me off.  If I come first, all that
shaking and quaking might get you to come too.

"Whooahaha".  

It sounds silly to try to write down the sounds I make when I come.
Maybe I should just say that I felt the sky explode, the thunder roll,
and your love shoot through my whole body?

How do you manage not to come while I do that?  Right at the end, I
notice that you didn't quite shoot off too.  I speed up, up and down,
bouncing on you and squeezing your cock hard inside of me.  I like
doing that, it always feels so good to just "bite" your cock with my
pussy.  My vagina, to be precise.

Your face lights up, and I feel you pulse inside me.  Kind of like the
Death Star exploding in Star Wars.  Isn't that a funny way to think
about it?  It was almost the sexiest thing about that whole movie,
though, thinking of it like a big fuck scene.

I hold on, then fall against you.  I come a little bit too, sometimes,
when you do.  It feels so good, anytime you come inside me.

Someday I know I'll do that without the pill.  I think about too, when
Brian and I do it.  It is so hard to know about the future.  But you
know that someday we'll be out of high school, and we'll have sex for
more than just fun.  Girls need to think about that.  I don't planned
to get knocked up until I'm ready.

You care about that part.  It is part of why I love you so much.

A nice bit of post-coital bliss, that is what you call this part,
Johnny.  I lay on top of you and we kiss. My pussy still holds your
cock inside.  It is like a little stopper.  I rock on top of you as we
kiss, and I feel shivers all over.  It feels good, not cold.  It is
different than the fiery pleasure when we were fucking, but it is
still so good.

I like no hurry days.  You know why?

Because we can do it again.  And again.  Just having sex over and over
is a great way to spend the day.

This day, I turn around on top of you, catching your cock in my mouth
and sucking on it.  Presenting my pussy, of course.  I know you'll
join in, making me feel good too.

I love 69.  We could have cuddled and nibbled and rubbed again too.
But 69 is just such a great way to make love.  We can do it slow or
fast, and this time we're both ready to be so patient.  No hurries,
not on the lovely slow loving day.

That is how I love making love with you.  How do I love thee, let me
count the ways...

OK, maybe that poem wasn't just about sex.  But you're never boring.
It is like I have a lot of different guys, and it is still just you
each time.


PPS.  It is hard to write about doing it, at least trying to explain
why both of you boys are so special to me.  But that is the best kind
of loving, and you really are the best lovers.  It isn't just the sex,
but before and after and all the time.

You care about me.  Brian really loves me, and sometimes I wonder why.
I'm not a bad girl, but why does he stay with me, and trust me?  It
isn't that he doesn't care that I have sex with other boys.  He does,
he really does.  It isn't so much like how you and I played, keeping
score.  I know, that was more my game, but every time some boy came on
to me, you had some girl going for you.  It was hard not to get a
little competitive.

Brian doesn't.  I'd let him, but he just doesn't.  I really don't mind
that you did, Johnny.  But he makes me want to be with only him.  When
I was younger, I think that is what I did want.  It is hard to be
sure.  Letting a boy take me is like a habit.

I can say no, can't I?

You think so, I know that.  But it seems like so many people,
especially in school, think that I can't.  Or shouldn't.  Once a slut,
always a slut.

But someday, we'll be grown-ups.  I'm glad that I had this fun year
with you, but I hope that Brian and me can make our someday come now.
I don't want to wait forever for my love to come.  I think I can have
him now.



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Did she write that for me, or for Brian?  I was never sure.  I held
hands with her and talked, but didn't go off in private, not even at
parties, to see if she really would take me again.  Could I have got
her back, made her my lover, accepted her, married her?

I'd like to think that it was possible.  I was as good as Brian, and I
respected her and loved her, right?  But she wanted him, and...

Well, if I wanted her the same way, I could have, should have asked
earlier.  Instead, I found my fun with other girls, just as she did
with other boys.  It was fun, chasing and sometimes catching, or being
caught, by lots of people.

We'd read Penthouse letters together, and she liked to write notes
like that.  Stuff we dare not show anyone else.  That she'd write
something like this for me, after we were over, done, no longer
together, bothered me.  She was with Brian.  But then, she could
always take or leave boys, and sex.  The tease, you know how some
girls can get you all hot and bothered and then not do anything with
you?

Tiffany could do that.  She flirted hard.  But she was rarely mean
about it.  It was like she meant it all, but wasn't sure about
actually following up with sex.  She'd get all horny doing it, and she
had a hard time not following up without a good reason.

A look, a move.  Just how she touched me, brushing her hand on my body
anywhere.  It didn't take much at all, and whenever we could be alone,
it was irresistible.  Addictive.  We couldn't get enough of each
other.  It was easy to get lost in the passion, but so often, it
seemed like sex mattered more to us than anything else.

In the end, I don't know for sure what happened between us.  The
vacation, not being together all the time, maybe it broke our
connection?  But Brian and Tiffany went to senior prom together, and
were engaged then. They didn't lose their love, and I was sure all
along that it was more than just sex between them. I lost touch with
so many friends after graduation.  It makes me wonder if they stayed
together.

So many couples don't.  But Brian and Tiffany stuck together through
the rough times.  By senior year, nobody seemed to care any more that
she'd had such a rep in school, but before then everyone kept talking
about what Tiffany had done.  Of course, it helped a lot that some of
the stories of her activities were patently untrue.  Once she was
going with Brian, she didn't run around with the other boys, and when
some guy said that he'd been fucking her in the bedroom while the rest
of us saw her with Brian at the party, that sunk it finally.

Boys lie a lot.  They didn't have to about Tiffany, not all the time,
but even so there were a lot of stories which just never really
happened.  Somehow, Tiffany was just as tough about the new lies as
the old ones, and the true stories which really shouldn't have been
spread around.

In the end, I think Tiffany was a good girl.  I'm glad she got the
chance to get past her bad reputation.


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