A good night

Avah paid me a visit last night. We've been getting together about once a
week or two for a few months now, and it’s been quite a nice addition
to my life. We established early on that we're not interested in
exploring things romantically, and it’s become the kind of sexual
friendship I treasure. She's off to France for a month sometime soon,
and has been going through some hard times of late, so I wanted to
make this a particularly nice day.

She showed up just in time for us to make a showing of Get Smart. It's
not Hitchcock, its not art cinema, but if you need to do nothing but
laugh for 2 hours straight, this is the movie for you. Not to mention
the fact that Anne Hathaway in a long slinky, slit up to her hips
dress is one of the most "I'll be in my bunk" worthy sites I've seen
in some time. If Maja's tits can cure cancer, then Hathaway's legs
just may be the cure for the common cold. I'm not normally a leg man,
but dear gods she looks hot in this movie.

Avah and I both thoroughly enjoyed it, and left the movie chatting
about it, and about her interest in corset making. When we got home, I
quickly got her naked but the energy just wasn't flowing in a sexual
way so making out became petting became cuddling became holding each
other and drifting off for a short but well needed nap.

We spent almost an hour in that pleasant, almost asleep, cuddled and
resting kind of way. Eventually I turned on the TV to see if Jerry
Manuel's tirade had awoken any of the fire the Mets had been lacking
of late. When Maine retired the side with ease, I started to get
exited. When Reyes let off the Mets' half of the first inning by
creating a run in the way he does when he's at his spark plug best, I
started smiling. When Wright, deep in a slump the last few weeks hit a
long home run in that same first inning, I started to really believe
this team might not be completely hopeless after all. I doubt they're
World Series bound, and they may still suck the rest of the year, but
I feel like they got back at least a little of the heart, the energy,
the spark, they had been missing since their collapse last season.

We watched the first half of the game or so, my hands lazily exploring
her naked back, my fingers entwining in her hair as we chatted
about fantasy baseball and players from the past. Girls who follow
baseball are hot, plain and simple, and while Avah's interest in the
sport faded a few years ago, she still knew enough to discuss the game
with me, and knew when to root and celebrate. Hot.

A few innings into the game, David Wright came up to the plate again,
and she suggested it would be a good time to hit a home run- which he
promptly did. We laughed and thought it was funny, till the next time
Reyes was at the plate. Two runners on base, potential to bust the
game wide open and she suggests it would be a great time for Reyes to
hit a home run. I'm still explaining how incredibly unlikely that is
given Reyes' hitting style when he sends a ball deep into the
bleachers for a 3 run homer.

I think I'm going to have her at my side making predictions for more
Mets games in the future. Not to mention the next time I buy a lottery
ticket. That's one hell of a skill!

Speaking of her skills, it would be hard to keep her head in my lap
for long and NOT think thoughts of cock sucking. The lady did win a
contest, after all. The game and the victory and the cuddling seemed to have us both a little more fired up, and I thought it a good time test the waters. I'd taken my own pants off for cuddling, and with my hand in her hair, a simple turn of her
head brought her lips to my cock. If I had any doubts that the mood had shifted to a more sexual tone, the enthusiasm with which she took me in her mouth quickly put that to rest.

Talent is good when it comes to cock sucking, and something Avah has
in spades. But if I had to choose, give me enthusiasm any day of the
week and twice on Sunday. When Avah took me in her mouth, she sucked
like there was nothing else in the world she cared about in that
moment. So fucking hot.

Eventually I reached for a condom. Avah moved to her hands and knees
and I put on the condom and moved behind her. I ran my hands over her
ass, caressing her skin, as I lined myself up and started to thrust
into her. Her head was resting on the bed, her ass up in the air as I
fucked her. I could hear her whimpering and moaning and my hands ran
up her back into her hair. I pulled her hair as I thrust harder into her, and
she came up off the bed, arching her back and letting me take her
deeper.

When I knew I was near the edge, I slipped out of her cunt,
pulling off the condom and bringing my cock to her lips. She eagerly
took me in and I felt my whole body go tense, every muscle held taught
for that one long agonizing moment until my cock was spasming against
her tongue and my cum was spilling into her mouth.

We collapsed on the bed together and I just lay there, stroking her
hair, catching my breath, as the sound of the Mets continuing to
trounce their opponent echoed in the background.