The med student who wouldn't put the phone down [mf] | 2016

Josephine was a med student in her mid-twenties. Tall, blonde hair, great ass, and that night, showing just enough cleavage to make you wonder what she would look like with that shirt off. She didn't go to too many parties, she said, she was too focused on school, the demands of which had really obliterated her social life. That night was a real treat for her.

I knew the type. There would be no dating her. Sure, she'd give me her number, but that would only lead to a long series of unanswered texts and cancelled evening plans. No, to have a shot with this girl, I had to move quickly.

We were standing on the balcony at an old girlfriend's of mine. The night was cool and crisp and it felt good to have a little peace and quiet. Inside, about two dozen people were crammed into a small two-bedroom apartment. That old girlfriend got around.

Josephine and I hit it off right from the start. We liked the same movies, we'd read the same books, and within thirty minutes she was telling me her life story like we were old bunkmates from boarding school. Her mother was overbearing, her sex life non-existent, her last boyfriend a jerk. "Can you believe he wanted to fuck me in the ass?" Yeah, imagine that, the asshole. "You'd never do that would you?" Only if you begged for it, toots.

At midnight she said she wanted to catch the last bus to her place. "Why don't you stay a while longer? Don't worry, I'll give you a ride home." At two in the morning we were the last to leave. My ex-girlfriend gave me a funny look when we walked out the door together. I smiled back. She didn't say a word. The girl's a sweetheart.

"Your place or mine?" I asked as I shifted into drive. "Oh my! Is that what's going on? Are you coming on to me?" "Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I wasn't clear. Where do you want to fuck?" She tried to look offended but she just laughed. My place would do.

Inside, I offered her another drink but she turned it down. It was already the middle of the night and there was no time to lose. I took her to my bedroom. I leaned in and we kissed. Clothes came off, the scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I paused for a moment to take in the sight of her naked. She sure looked good with her clothes on the floor. Nipples were licked and sucked, a clit was teased, my penis slid inside her. You know, standard sex stuff. She moaned, I grunted, the bed squealed and our bodies shook. And when it was all done we lay side by side and she fell asleep like a well-fucked little angel.

Her cell phone woke us up at some ungodly hour. Seven? Eight? I don't even know. I got up to fetch her the damn thing and somehow ended up taking most of the sheets with me. I walk back, phone in hand, and find her lying there naked in the morning light. Golden hair loose over the pillow, pink nipples pert and ready, bare pussy an invitation between slightly spread legs. Suddenly I'm wide awake.

"Who's Andy?" Andy, the guy who thinks it's ok to call a girl at seven in the morning. "A boyfriend you didn't tell me about?" "No, he's just this guy from school. We're supposed to work on an assignment today." "Does he want to fuck you?" She just smiles. Of course he does, what am I saying.

She takes the phone and calls him back. "Hi Andy! It's Josephine..." Her voice is like honey, with just a hint of flirting. "You were calling about today? Yes, you woke me up but that's okay. I like when you wake me up..." Such a tease I can't help myself. I grab her ankles and spread her legs, just short of roughly. "So how much did you get done yester..." Her voice trails off when my tongue hits her clit. I lick up and down, gently at first, then from side to side, more vigorously. I squeeze her clit between my fingers and pull the hood up, and I put my tongue right on the sensitive spot underneath. I lap, in circles at first, then up and down, looking for the right groove. Her clit swells, hardens between my fingers, her voice starts to shake. Not trusting it, she resorts to "Hmms" and "Ahs" and one-word answers while Andy does the talking.

I reach for the lube. I always keep it close by the bed. You know, for penetration emergencies. I insert two, then three lubed up fingers in her pussy, pressing up, then down, then all around the sides. She's got her head back over the pillow, her eyes are closed, and she keeps the phone away from her mouth so as not to be betrayed by her breathing. I curl my fingers inside her, looking for that spot, that tender special spot, while my tongue keeps lapping at her clit. My fingers are soaked from her juices running down my hand and I've got half a mind to push all four inside her, all the way to the knuckles, but three is all her tight pussy will take. But then I remember our conversation from the night before.

"YES!" I don't know if that was addressed to me or Andy, but that came out louder than she intended. She covers her mouth with her hand. Careful doll or that Andy chap will figure out what you're up to. A good dollop of lube and my left hand parts her cheeks, wet fingers circling around her asshole, gliding heavily over the clenched muscle. My mouth still at her clit, two fingers inside her, I can feel her whole body tighten on the soft bed. Her knees go up, her legs spread even more, her ass cheeks open wide and there's a distinct moaning sound coming from her throat. She's holding the phone far away from her now, outstretched arms flat against the mattress, and I can hear Andy's confused tones over the line.

I increase the pressure on her pussy, pulling my fingers out and then sinking them back in, in long strokes rubbing the whole length of the sensitive flesh. I suck on her clit, holding on to it with my lips while my tongue laps at it. And all the while, a couple of fingers keep circling her asshole threateningly, bearing down upon it with growing insistence, the muscle slowly yielding, relaxing, opening under the relentless massage.

Her lips open and her moans find their way up, louder and louder. I can hear Andy over the phone asking her if she's ok. Yes, lad, she's fine, don't you worry about her. She fumbles with the phone, fingers wildly running over the screen, looking to hang up. She can't. She doesn't. She's still poking at it randomly when her whole body suddenly tenses up. She stops fidgeting, she stays completely still for just a moment, a fraction of a second, and then the shaking starts. It starts in her pussy, strong against my fingers, and then it spreads out to her hips, her tits, even to her shoulders. Andy's voice gets louder but whatever he's saying is covered by her moaning and whimpering. "Oh God Oh God Oh God." She shivers and shakes, pushing her clit against my tongue, her ass against my fingers, her head thrown back and her tits and nipples rocking with each wave.

When her orgasm subsides I grab the phone from her hand. Andy's voice suddenly clear as I bring it to my ear. She looks at me with question marks in her eyes, her lips mouthing "No." I'm not going to be a jerk. I hang up. But my cock is hard and ready. "Will you be a doll and roll over for me?"