Three Little Birdies
Phoenix Starling always did think she was better than everyone else and I suppose if you wanted to get right down to it, she had a reason to think that way.
After all, with her fiery red hair and her stunningly blue eyes, she seemed to always be able to get what she wanted. She seemed to have the hottest boyfriends. She seemed to be first in line and she seemed to be the one that everyone noticed first.
And by everyone, of course, I mean I noticed her, too, which isn’t to say that I didn’t notice the other Starling girls, too. In a way, they were almost all the same. They all had red hair. They all had blue eyes, and each in their own way was cute. It was just that I noticed Phoenix first.
Of course, it was obvious that I’d notice her first. After all, she was in my class in school. I grew up with her and to be honest, I grew up in her shadow and in a way, that was okay with me. After all, I knew I was different. I liked girls. She didn’t. We were just friends. Not good friends. Just friends. That was all. It wasn’t like we were in competition or anything like that.
It’s too bad my parents couldn’t see it that way though. I don’t know how many times I heard it. “Why can’t you be more like Phoenix Starling. She’s popular.” God, I grew to hate that word. Like being popular was the be all and end all to everything. I didn’t care if I was popular. I was perfectly happy with who I was.
After high school, I just sort of drifted away. It wasn’t like I was running away or anything like that. It was just that I didn’t have anything to keep me at home so I left. I went out on the road to see the world and after four years roaming the highways and byways, just guess who I ran into.
If you said Phoenix Starling, then you’d be wrong.
It was her younger sister, Jay, and it was in the most unusual of ways.
I’d been hitching rides and I got picked up by this dude. I think he thought it was his lucky day when he picked me up. I could see him getting ready to try and put his moves on me. Poor guy. It must have come as quite a shock to him to learn that it didn’t matter what kinds of moves he was going to try because no matter what he did, nothing was going to work.
I think he was kind of pissed when he dropped me off in town. To tell the truth, I’d been bumming around so much that I didn’t really know exactly where I was. All I knew was I didn’t have a whole hell of a lot of money and I was looking for someplace cheap to stay the night and there she was.
I didn’t recognize her at first because her hair was shorter. All of the Starling girls had had long hair. It was almost like a trademark of theirs but Jay was now wearing hers short and I have to admit, it looked good on her.
I suppose maybe I should have noticed something by the way she was looking at me but to tell the truth, I was just looking for a room where I could get a shower and maybe get some sleep and that was all I was looking for.
“That’ll be thirty-five dollars,” she said when I told her what I wanted.
Yeah, yeah, I thought. I just hoped the place was clean. It looked it but sometimes, looks can be deceiving. You know what I mean? Anyway, there she is and she’s watching me sign my name in the register and that’s when her face just sort of lights up. “Amber Cullen,” she said. “I thought that was you.”
I still hadn’t recognized her. “Do I know you?” I asked.
“It’s me,” she said. “Jay Starling. You went to school with my sister Phoenix.”
And that’s when I finally got it. Jay Starling. Her real name was Jennifer but for as long as I could remember, everyone just called her Jay. “Oh hey,” I said. I mean, I really wasn’t into small talk but I kind of felt like I had to say something. “How is Phoenix?”
“She’s fine. She’s going to school here, you know?”
“Going to school?” I asked vacantly.
“Yeah, you know. She’s up at State. She’s in her final year there, you know.”
“I didn’t know,” I said. To be honest, I didn’t care.
“Yeah. She’s a cheerleader there.”
For a moment, I thought I detected a hint of wistfulness in the girl’s voice so against my better judgment, I asked the question. “What about you? You going to college?”
“Me? No way. Not with what happened to me.”
“Why? What happened to you?”
“Oh my God. You wouldn’t know about that, would you?”
“Know about what?”
“There was this big drug bust at school in my senior year and a bunch of us kids got rounded up. They took me in, too, but all I had was pot but it was like anyone that got nabbed was tainted and suddenly, I just wasn’t college material anymore.”
“That’s too bad,” I said. Actually, I didn’t really care and I know that might sound mean, but really, I just wanted to get my room key and I wanted to get to the shower.
“Yeah, but then Robin didn’t go to college either.”
I couldn’t help but groan to myself. Was I going to have to listen to her whole family history before I finally got my room key. But still, I thought, maybe if I said something nice. “Robin?” I asked.
“My older sister.”
Well yeah. I’d figured that much. Robin was right there between Phoenix and Jay. “What happened to her?”
“She got herself knocked up,” Jay said.
“No,” I said, trying to sound as if I really cared.
Jay nodded her head as if this was the most important piece of information was the most important information in the world for her and who knows, maybe it was, but it wasn’t for me. “Yeah. She got herself knocked up and then she went off and married the guy. They moved up here and he was selling used cars, but then he found someone he liked better, someone who didn’t have a kid and wouldn’t you believe it, off he went.”
“I hope at least she’s getting child support from him.”
Jay snorted at that. “Yeah right. I wish. Oh hey, listen to me talk and here I am, I forgot to give you your key.”
I tried to say something nice. I mean, sure, she was telling me all kinds of crap that I could have cared less about, but at least she had the good sense to realize what she’d been doing and at least she was kind of sorry that she’d done it and that had to be worth something.
“I put you in room 212,” she said. “It’s one of the better rooms, I think, because it’s not right up on the highway but it’s also not all the way in the back either. Do you have a car?”
I shook my head.
“That’s cool. There’s a few places you can eat nearby,” she said, “if you don’t mind eating fast food and there’s a couple drug stores nearby if you need those, too.”
“I’m sure I can find my way around just fine,” I assured her.
She handed me the key. “I’m sure you can and Amber, it was good seeing you again, you know?”
I nodded. I wasn’t sure what else I was supposed to say so I just took the key and I left.
Room 212 was hardly spacious. It had a bed and a cheap TV and a cheap, little desk and absolutely nothing else. Even if I hadn’t known where I was, if I’d somehow suddenly found myself in this room, I would have known where I was because this was the type of room that just seemed to be in every cheap, little motel that there ever was.
But then as I’ve said before, I didn’t care. I was perfectly happy where I was or I was as happy as I could have been and I was even happier after I’d had my shower.
In fact, I was finally able to think about something other than just getting to that fucking shower and what I was thinking about, perhaps not so surprisingly, was Jay Starling.
So Jay Starling was working in some cheap, little motel, I thought. Considering where I was in my life, I was hardly the sort of person who was going to pass judgment but I did think it was interesting. If there was one family that I would have guessed would have sent all its daughters to college, it would have been the Starling family.
I went to my backpack and I took out a clear glass ball that was about a couple of inches in diameter. It didn’t look like much but this was my prized possession. This was my summoning ball.
I took the summoning ball and I went and sat on my bed. I was still naked from having just taken my shower and I held the ball in my hand and I thought about who I wanted to summon and when I was sure that I had that thought firmly in my mind, I went and put the ball between my legs.
You know, I’ve often wondered what it would look like if someone were to look in on me at just that moment and if they were to see me doing what I was doing and I’ve often wondered what they would think I was doing.
They’d probably think I was trying to hump the ball or maybe they’d think it was some kind of weird looking dildo. Nothing, of course, could have been further from he truth although my pussy was wet. That, in fact, was part of how the summoning ball worked.
Now one might ask at this point just how it was that I got my hands on the summoning ball and I suppose if I wanted to be charitable, I might be willing to say how that happened but since I’m not not in such a charitable mood, let’s just say that there was a time that rather than being the summoner, I was the summoned and let’s just say that the person who’d summoned me eventually was the one who gave me the summoning ball and let’s just leave it at that.
It was a short while later and there was a knock on my door and since that knock was totally expected, I couldn’t help but smile. The summoning ball had worked again, or at least that was what I’d thought, but when I went to the door of my motel room, the person I expected to see there wasn’t the one who was waiting for me.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
The girl blinked her eyes. “I ... I don’t know,” she said. “I ... I just felt I had to come. I know you, don’t I?”
It had been four years since I’d seen Phoenix Starling, but yeah, she knew me. “Yeah, you know me,” I said. “I’m Amber Cullen.”
Her face cleared as if that explained everything. “I thought I knew you,” she said.
It might have explained everything to her but I was still confused. I looked at the girl. Hell, she was still wearing her cheerleader’s outfit and it looked like she’d come right off of the practice field or something. But what I still didn’t understand was why was she here so I asked the most obvious question I could think of. “Why are you here?”
“I felt I needed to come.”
That certainly sounded like the summoning ball at work only ... only I hadn’t summoned her ... or had I?
She just stood there as if waiting for me to make the next decision. That, also, was just like the summoning ball. “Won’t you come in?” I asked.
“Don’t mind if I do,” and with that, she stepped into my room.
Again, the response was the right one. I just wasn’t sure though. I wondered if maybe Jay had called her sister. You know. The guess-who-I-just -saw routine, but if she had, why didn’t she know who I was and why was she still in her cheerleader’s uniform.
No. As much as I didn’t understand it, I knew it had to be the summoning ball but there was one way to find out. “Would you sit on my bed?” I asked.
She sat on my bed.
“I see you’re a cheerleader,” I said and then I almost kicked myself for it. She was wearing a cheerleader’s uniform so of course she was a cheerleader. If she really was under the effect of the summoning ball, the stupidity of my question wouldn’t matter to her but it mattered to me. I don’t like sounding stupid even if there’s no risk of my being called on it.
“Yes. I’m a cheerleader.”
“I’ll bet the boys must really like you,” I said.
She said nothing since I hadn’t really asked her a question.
“Do the boys really like you?” I asked.
“Yeah. I guess.”
To tell the truth, I didn’t care what the boys liked. “How about the girls?” I asked. “Do the girls like you, too?”
“What?”
“Do the girls like you?” I asked again. “Do they find you hot?”
“I don’t know.”
“Any of them ever come on to you?”
“Yes.”
Now we were getting somewhere. “You ever return the favor?”
“What?”
“You ever been with a girl.”
“I’m not that way,” she said.
Not yet, you’re not. God, I was starting to see why guys got all stupid over cheerleaders. I’d always thought of cheerleaders as being airheaded bimbos but that wasn’t what Phoenix was. She was just a hot girl in a rather revealing outfit and that was something I could deal with. “I think we need to broaden your horizons,” I said.
“You do, do ya?”
I could hear the doubt in her voice. If the summoning ball had actually summoned her, then she didn’t yet know that it didn’t matter what she wanted. She might not have known but I did. “Why don’t you take those clothes off.”
“Ha. I always knew that’s what you were.”
“What?”
“You’re a fuckin’ lesbo. Don’t deny it.”
“I’m not denying it,” I said.
She seemed a bit taken aback at that, almost as if she’d expected me to put up more of a fight but really, why should I. After all, I was watching her lift up her sweater. “You know, it was obvious,” she said.
I waited until she’d pulled her sweater off. “What was?”
“It was obvious what you were. I don’t know why you even bothered to hide it.”
I didn’t bother to tell her that there was a good reason I’d never said anything, that if I had, girls like her would have crucified me and she’d pretty much said as much already. She didn’t like me and she was a popular girl so what she said carried weight. Besides, I was liking watching her as she slipped off her skirt.
“What’s the matter. Haven’t you got anything to say for yourself?”
I shook my head. “I think you’re saying it pretty good already.” I watched as her hands undid the clasps and on her bra and as she let the bra fall away, she fondled her tits.
“You know. That doesn’t surprise me. I always did think you were weak.”
“Did you now?” I asked. “Is that why you just took off your panties?”
“What?” I think she was only noticing her nakedness for the very first time. “Hey. What did you do to me?”
“Me? I didn’t do nothing.”
“You made me take off my clothes. I’m going to tell.”
“Are you now? I wonder who anyone’s going to believe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I think you know damned well what that’s supposed to mean. You said it yourself. You’ve always known I was a lesbian so you come here and you take off your own clothes. I wonder what that says about you. I wonder what people are going to think when you tell them that.”
Phoenix was quiet now but I knew what she was thinking.
“Maybe if you don’t tell them,” I said, “maybe I should.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Why not? You already said you knew what I was. Maybe it’s time we ought to show people what you are, too.”
“But I’m not that way,” she whimpered.
Not normally she wasn’t but the summoning ball didn’t give her any choice. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell her that. Instead, I just stepped closer to her and I let my hand stroke her ass. “Do you like it?” I asked. “Do you like it when I do that?”
I knew what she wanted. She desperately wanted to answer no but the summoning ball wouldn’t even let her do that. The best she could do was whimper as my hand stroked her butt and to be honest, it just sounded so cute when she whimpered like that.
“I’ll bet you like that,” I said as my hand continued to stroke her ass.
“Uh huh.” I’m sure she hadn’t meant to admit that but the answer had come out that way in spite of herself.
“You look like you need something else,” I said.
“Something else?”
“You have great tits,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll bet you wouldn’t mind if I touched them, would you?”
She shook her head and there wasn’t any hint of dissent when she did it. It was clear by now that she really did want me to touch her body.
I stepped up behind her and I made sure she felt my own tits as I reached around and took hold of hers.
“I’ll bet you love it when a girl pleasures herself with your body.”
“Mmm yeah.”
“I thought so,” I said. “I suppose you ought to put your clothes on then.”
“My clothes?”
“Yeah. Your clothes.”
“But I thought—”
“You thought you were going to get to fuck me,” I said and Phoenix nodded.
“I thought so, too. In fact, I might have let you do it even though you weren’t the one I was expecting but I don’t like your attitude so I think someone needs to teach you a lesson.”
“Teach me a lesson?”
“That’s why you’re going to put your clothes on ... no, make it just your underwear. That’s why you’re going to put your underwear on and you’re going to go find a pussy to lick.”
“But—”
I shook my head. “No buts about it. You’re going to do what I say, aren’t you?”
For a moment, she said nothing but then she nodded. “I’ll do it,” she said and having agreed to do what I said, she put on her bra and her panties and then she went to grab her cheerleader’s uniform.
“Just the bra and panties,” I reminded her.
“I know, but I need that,” she said.
“I shook my head. Just the bra and the panties.”
“But you don’t understand,” she said. “If I show up to practice without my uniform, they’ll kick me off the team for sure.”
The fact that she was able to mount even that much of an argument was an indication of just how important it was to her but I still wasn’t going to give her the uniform but I was willing to make a deal. “I’ll tell you what,” I said. “I’ll make a deal with you.”
“What kind of a deal?”
“I’ll keep the uniform but if you come back here and tell me just what a good lesbian slut you were and if you make me all nice and hot, maybe I’ll give you your uniform back.”
I could tell she didn’t like that. She really wanted her uniform now.
“You better do what I say,” I said, “because if you don’t, you don’t get the uniform back.”
“Can’t I take it now,” she protested.
I shook my head. “Lesbian sex first and if you do a good job and only if you do a good job, then I’ll give you your uniform back.”
There was no way she should have agreed to that but she didn’t have a choice. The summoning ball saw to that and when she came back later and when she told me what she’d done, I had little doubt that she was telling me the truth.
“Can I have my uniform back?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Do you think I should?”
“You promised.”
“I know, but I’m just not sure. You were such a good, lesbian slut. I almost think I ought to send you out again.”
“Ple-e-e-ease.”
“Oh, all right,” I told her. I didn’t really want her stupid uniform anyway. “You can have it back.”
She snatched up the uniform almost as if she weren’t sure if I really meant it. “Can I go now?” she asked.
I nodded. If she was asking if she could go, then it meant that the power of the summoning ball was wearing off and it meant there wasn’t any point in trying to keep her around.
And that was all it took. She was on her way out and I was back to wondering just why it was that the summoning ball hadn’t worked the way I’d thought it was supposed to. I had to admit that the summoning ball had been given to me by someone else and I didn’t know everything that it could or couldn’t do and it wasn’t exactly like there was an operator’s manual for it or anything like that but hey, as simple as it was supposed to be to use, you really shouldn’t need an operator’s manual.
I looked at the ball as if looking at it would somehow give me some new insights about it but it looked just like it had always looked. It looked like nothing more than a glass ball and now that I was looking at it, I was thinking that I wanted to use it again.
I sat back down on the bed and I spread my legs and I thought about the person I wanted to summon. I thought about how nice it would be to have her here with me. I thought about how nice it would be to see her naked body. I thought about how wet those thoughts were making my pussy.
I slid the summoning ball between my legs. Come to me, I thought as I rubbed the ball between my legs. Come to me. I want you now. Come to me. Come to me now.
It was fifteen minutes later when there came a knock at my door and I couldn’t help but smile. Now this was more like it, I told myself, but when I went to the door, there was a harried looking redheaded girl that I was sure I’d never seen before.
For a moment, the two of us just stared at each other. It didn’t bother her in the least that of the two of us, she was the only one wearing clothes. “Who are you?” I asked.
“My name’s Robin. Who are you?”
I looked at the girl and I finally got it. “You’re Robin Starling,” I said.
“That’s right. Who are you?”
“But ... but I thought you had a kid.”
“I do. He’s with the sitter,” she said. “I don’t have much time, but who are you.”
“I’m Amber,” I said. “Amber Cullen.”
The redhead just stared at me and then her face finally cleared. “We went to school together, right?”
“That’s right.”
“You left town right after you graduated, right?”
“That’s me.”
“Where’d you go?”
I was starting to warm to this girl. She wasn’t the girl I’d been expecting but I was starting to warm to her. “That’s not important right now.” I said. “Won’t you come in.”
The redhead looked confused for a moment but that quickly went away. “I don’t mind if I do,” she said and with that, she stepped into my room.
“So, Robin,” I asked, “why’d you come here to see me?”
Again, that confused look returned. “I ... I don’t know,” she stammered.
“Do you want me to tell you what I think?”
“Sure.”
“I think you came here to take your clothes off for me.”
“I did?”
“I think you came here because you wanted to eat my pussy.”
“I did?”
“But I think what you really wanted was to make my pussy cum.”
“You’re right. I want to make your pussy cum,” she agreed.
“Well, if that’s what you want, then you need to get out of your clothes.”
“You’re right. I need to get out of my clothes,” and with that, she began to remove her clothes.
Off came the dress she was wearing and then off came her bra. I couldn’t help but notice that her breasts weren’t as large as her sister’s but then of course, I liked them that way and even more, I liked the way her hands fondled her tits before they finally moved on to her panties and then moments later, her panties were gone, too, and she was just as naked as I was.
“Why’d you come here again?” I asked.
“I want to lick your pussy.”
“And?”
“And I want to make you cum.”
“Well, I guess we better get to it then.”
“I guess we better,” Robin said, “and you know what that means?”
“What?”
“It means we need to get you on the bed.”
“Does it now?” I asked even as I acceded to her wishes and then I spread my legs for her and I let my hand slide between my thighs. “What about it?” I asked. “Does this give you any ideas?”
“Oh yeah,” Robin said as she followed me up onto the bed and then it was Robin that was sliding between my legs. Her hand stroked the fuzz between my legs. “It gives me lots of ideas.”
“Well don’t let me stop you.”
She wasn’t. Her hand stroked her pussy and then she was sliding down and she grinned up at me just before she let her tongue slide between my legs.
I couldn’t help but moan and even as I did, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she hadn’t done this before. She was just that good at it.
She pulled her mouth back to look up at me. “Someone likes this,” I think.
“Shut up,” I told her.
“You just want me to keep eating your pussy,” she teased.
“Hell yeah,” I moaned.
“Then I guess I better give you what you want.”
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. There was no doubt that she knew exactly what I wanted.
I was so close. I was going to cum. I stroked her hair but I didn’t have to do anything more because she already knew what was required of her.
I loved the way her tongue worked my clit. I almost came right then but at the last moment, my pussy hung back but that was only a momentary reprieve because then she was back again and this time, there wasn’t any stopping the inevitable.
My body had just cum hard and there was her tongue still licking my pussy. Oh my God, I wanted to say. Oh ... my ... God.
I looked down at her still between my legs. My breathing was ragged. I wanted ... I needed ... oh fuck!
She made me cum again and again and again and as good as that was, after she left, I couldn’t help but wonder something.
Why had she come?
Oh, I wasn’t stupid. It was clear why she’d come. The summoning ball had brought her but what I didn’t understand was why the summoning ball had brought her. After all, it wasn’t her that I’d been trying to bring into my room.
So what had gone wrong?
I put the summoning ball back in my backpack. I needed food, I decided, and as much as the summoning ball could do, one of the things it couldn’t do was put food in my belly.
So why hadn’t it worked I wondered as I sat in the diner and ate the cheapest food I could find, or more to the point, why hadn’t it worked the way it was supposed to work.
I was still trying to puzzle that out when I finally returned to my room. Once more, I took the summoning ball from my bag. Once more, I asked myself the question. Why hadn’t it worked?
I looked at the ball again. There was one thing, I thought. One thing.
I had to admit that in spite of what Robin had done to my pussy, this was making me horny. It was like wanting something and not getting it, and no matter what you did get, you still wanted what you originally wanted and the fact that you didn’t get it only made you want it more.
I took my clothes off once again and I got on the bed once again.
I got on the bed only this time, I didn’t try to rub the ball between my legs. This time, I put the ball on the bed and I let my pussy ride the ball and I thought of the name of the person I wanted. This time, it had to work.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at my door.
I wasn’t quite as cocky as I had been before but I was still naked when I went to answer the door but when I answered it, there was the person I’d expected to see. “Hi,” she said. “I was just getting off work and I thought I’d stop by to see how you were doing.”
Was that true, I wondered. Was Jay Starling’s presence here merely inadvertent or had she actually been summoned by the summoning ball. There really was only one way to find out. “Won’t you come in?” I said.
“I really shouldn’t,” she said. “Like I said, I just stopped by on my way home.”
Hmm. That hardly sounded promising. The summoning ball shouldn’t have allowed Jay to say that.
Not Jay, I corrected myself. Think of her as Jennifer. That was her real name. That was the name I’d finally summoned her with. “You don’t really have to do, do you, Jennifer?”
“I suppose I could stay a while.”
“And does it bother you that I’m not wearing any clothes?”
“No. I’m fine with that.”
Finally. It had actually, finally worked. “Maybe you’d like to take your clothes off, too,” I said.
“Maybe I would.”
“Then why don’t you.”
“All right.”
At last, I was finally going to see the redheaded eighteen year old with the tight, little body and I was finally going to see her naked.
She kicked off her shoes and she unbuttoned her jeans. Off came the little t-shirt she’d been wearing and oh my God, her tits were so cute. She barely needed a bra but she was wearing one anyway. The jeans came the rest of the off and then off came the bra and finally, the panties.
“Do you mind being like this, Jennifer? Do you mind being naked?”
The girl shook her head. “No,” she said. “I’m fine with it.”
“Perhaps you’d like to join me on the bed.”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
I was quivering with excitement as Jay joined me on the bed. Something about wanting something and not getting it and then finally getting what you wanted, I think. The summoning ball almost made it too easy to get what I wanted but this time, I’d had to work for it. “I’d like to kiss you,” I said. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she said. “That’s okay.”
I kissed her and it was nice, but ...
“You should kiss me back,” I said.
“Okay.”
I kissed her and this time, she kissed me back. “Oh,” I gushed. “Much better. Don’t you think so?”
“I guess.”
That was hardly the response I wanted from her. “It was much better, Jay,” I said. “Don’t you think so?”
She shrugged. “I guess,” she said again.
What the heck?! But then I caught myself. “It was much better ... Jennifer,” I said. “Don’t you think so.”
“It was definitely better.”
“We should do it again, shouldn’t we?”
“We should definitely do it again.”
I kissed her and this time, she kissed me back and there was no doubting the passion that was there. She might not have been into it before but she was definitely into it now and as we continued to kiss, I let my hands roam over Jennifer’s body and Jennifer did the same for me.
“I think you should eat my pussy,” I said.
“Do you think so?” she asked.
“I think so. Why? Don’t you think so?”
“I think so, too,” the girl said. “I’m not sure how long I’ve wanted to do it but I know I’ve wanted to do it now for so long. Do you think I can?”
I grinned at that. It hadn’t been that long since she’d had the desire to lick my pussy and certainly not nearly as long as she thought it was. In fact, the desire to lick my pussy had probably started with my telling her that that was what she wanted to do but then I wasn’t going to tell her that. “If you want to lick my pussy,” I said, “then I think you should.”
She looked at me earnestly. “Okay,” she said. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” I told her.
She wasn’t about to wait around to see if I was going to change my mind because already, she was sliding down and she was slipping between my legs.
Oh fuck, I thought as I felt her fingers work their way up to my pussy and then I moaned again as her tongue followed those fingers in. Oh fuck, that was good. Oh fuck. It was so good.
And the girl wasn’t stopping there. It seemed as if once she’d gotten her tongue between my legs, it seemed as if there was no place else she’d rather be and I knew for a fact there was no place else I wanted her to be. In fact, what her tongue was doing to me was just so good that there wasn’t anyway I could have held back even if I’d wanted to.
I was going to cum. I knew it and I think Jay knew it, too. I was going to cum and her tongue seemed to almost drive me even more eagerly down that path. I was going to ...
I was going to ...
Oh fuck. I was cumming and it felt so fucking good.
“I want to do you,” I said.
“Are you sure?” she asked but she wasn’t saying no. She just wanted to make sure.
“Oh yeah,” I told her. “I’m so totally sure,” and with that, I slipped in between her willing thighs and I let my tongue find its way to her eager, little pussy.
And eager she certainly was because she started to moan and twitch almost from the moment my tongue found her pussy but my tongue stayed on target and it wasn’t long before she was cumming just as I had done just a few minutes earlier.
She left a few short minutes later telling me she had to get home but she promised that she would return. I knew at least part of that was created by what the summoning ball had done to her and that it would disappear even as the effects of the summoning ball began to ebb but I wanted to think that there was at least some part of her that had enjoyed it, and while I was certain, she would be embarrassed by what she had done, I had a way to make sure she kept coming back for more and I knew I couldn’t wait until she did.
Which I suppose just goes to show you. Phoenix was a nice piece of eye candy and I suppose the boys might like her just fine but she struck me as a bit stuck up so while I was happy to play with her body, I wasn’t about to let her have a turn between my legs. Robin and Jay, on the other hand, either of them would be welcome there whenever they wanted to make an appearance. So I guess a bird in the hands isn’t always worth the two in the bush.